----------------------------------------------------------------------- EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-3 "Of Indian Rutting" {Part #3 of 9} Copyright 1996 by Vince Water ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Of Indian Rutting" | An entry in a tradesman's diary, this account is | | undated, likely coming from the late 1700's. Henry | | gives his first-hand account of the Eastern Indians | | with whom he traded with. | It's hard to believe what my eyes have seen. That "noble savage" often portraid by them romantics back in New England know not of their baser nature: the craving animal in redman skin let loose for base pleasure and lusty need. I speak of the Seneca heathen male. Said Indians have no morals, laws, or even a sense of shame. My eyes have seen their rutting places in the woods not far from their tribal camp. Young men and old don only breechclouts of meager flaps when scurrying to this place. Weapons are left behind and are taboo there. Neither women nor girls venture there though young boys often peek through the trees. As they mature, they'll also partake of the manly pleasures founded there. I came to learn of their practiced abominations from my trades with these savages. I took their fine animal skins in exchange for my shiny English goods: glass beads, copper pots and metal knives. Their spoken language is chaotic. Hand signs between us do well enough for what my mouth cannot explain. After a "few moons" of visits and travels through their green lands, I was asked by one good looking brave to accompany him to some Indian rite. This I had done from curiosity. My cotton shirt was asked be removed while my hand arms kept safe at the chief's lodge. Shoes too were siezed from me and placed with my other personals. I was left with only my jerkens. My companion wore less. Bare assed, the young brave eagerly led me to the mens' "hunting grounds" in the woods. Curious boys followed behind us. In summer, no lad under the age of ten wore even a small flap of hide to cover their sun darkened bodies. Older boys wore front and rear cloths while the warriors displayed war shirts and fancy elk leggings. The women always went about fully covered. I was led through the trees to a series of clearings. Their borders were marked for male entry only. Without lodges or other means of privacy ensured, I saw half-naked men laying with each other. It was a shock to witness acts that bespoke so openly of animal lust. Without breechclouts, war shirts, leggings or even head feathers and face paint, a proud warrior couldn't be separated from the simpler brave. All were equals here. Some men copulated. Many naked forms spread out on the soft grass under the sun. I had only to gaze in any direction to witness male loins in another male. No act was too debased for these savage men to perform or kept from sight. Hands pulled over each other's swollen manhood to wet the ground for only pleasure. I saw one young man consume seed from several of his heathen brothers, one right after the other! He kneeled before a man and took his need in mouth. Like pulling on a cow tit, the young man pulled over his companion's buttocks until the groaning men fed him. Not all Indians went entirely naked. Many kept on rear flaps, though scanty and not hiding much. Such coverings kept that part of their bodies unmolested from other men. Only their fronts remained uncovered; that part of them seeking relief in other men. The few men who were reversed in disposition of nakedness marked them for penetration. Butts fully displayed while their penises kept hidden under long flaps. I learned of their unusual nature and what pleasures that meant for the others. One of these, my young bare-assed companion, crouched on his knees to present himself to passing men. When taken up on the offer, a savage would mount him dog-like with his erection fitting tightly into the butt's entrance. Fierce bucking followed. The man's groans bespoke of the anal pleasure being achieved. It wasn't uncommon for me to witness successive mountings upon this handsome young brave. His butt hole took in much seed and was the more popular rutting act of the place. Boys too were sometimes honored to be brought there. Like myself, the youths simply watched while bolder ones partook of the lesser beastly acts. I recall a boy of twelve standing beside the brutal mounting of a man's ass. His hand slapped over the giver's butt as if directing that man's frantic pace of penetration. Soon after that man was spent, the youth kneeled behind to suck out the warm sperm, directly from the man's hole having just taken it! Youths presented their erected poles to be pulled on or have sucked out their clear boyish seed. One Indian boy of eight enjoyed having the men offer him countless spermless thrills. I suppose the very young don't tire from it. I once watched a bare-assed man try coaxing a boy into him. The youth didn't seem much interested in the act yet accepted the invitation when forceably sat on. Laid over the ground on his back, the youth was ridden by the squating man above him. Others came to watch the fine spectacle and hoot. It seemed to last a long while with sharp cries coming from the boy. Pain? or the obscene pleasure of his forced release. Who was the one being raped here? Never have I seen a boy receive a man. Even the youngest savage realizes the disproportionate connection of their sex. I've heard of war time rapes committed upon unfortunate youths. No boy spoke of liking it. With falling of the sun, the soft grass and shades under the trees would empty of Indian men. The more lustful and needing savages retired to a companion's tipi. The night became as active as their filled day. Boys were given sexual instruction in tipi subclussion as I'm told. Either from an older brother or his uncle. Few boys could claim virginity after their eleventh year. Fatherless boys could be found in certain warrior's tipis, especially those men with no lust for a squaw's service. The relationships wasn't that of a father to adopted son but as boy-lovers. It's said such men took only to boys. No women, men or even girls could interest them. As for myself, I often had to refuse a heathen's manly offering. My white skin set me apart. The curious savages wanted to partake of my foreign "medicine" with any act that would surrender it up to him. None succeeded. Yet, there was this one boy. He was of such unsurpassing beauty. More so than any girl of similar age. Thirteen summers old with black hair of length from his childhood. His skin was sun-kissed and his body well muscled from a savage upbringing. The youth had sneaked into my tipi one early morning to lay with me. His magical hands managed off my pants to that he eagerly sought. My excitement was readily seen and for him. I allowed the boy what no heathen before him could coax forth. Our naked embracings were a might better than my hand at need. The boy's lips surrounded my awakening and he didn't cease his efforts until that hungry mouth was fed. I saw such wicked eyes in him afterwards like that of a panther unto its fallen prey! So taken was I by the boy's charm that no pleasure was denied him. The youth spurned my offered mouth but rolled me over the sleeping mat instead. His need took him to exploring my rolling hills. He prepared the way with much spittle and fingering. I felt very much the virgin on her nuptial eve. Laid over me, I felt the boy's quick stabs like a pocket knife through my innards. I was fortunate that he was but a youngin' with an appropriate size. I felt no less a man from it. The boy gave me his all with only a bit of pain. He struggled hard at it for a long spell. I think he twice spent himself in me for that was what I had counted of his high-pitched cries. My butt was sure sore after that. Our morning together had been long and blistful. The youth offered himself to me in ways that weren't threatening as with his older kindred. We gave and took from each other such pleasures that seemed binding unto me. Yet approached the afternoon, I saw his departure and of him no more. I sought the savage's rutting places after that and readily partook as any redman there. The boy was the reason for it. He opened my heart and need to it. Much have I learned of the natural man. In the Seneca camps, a male's needs weren't abmonished as in the restricted confines of our Christian doctrine. Indian loins were for pleasuring and often flowed to each other. They had a variety of male rites to accomplish this. Their taboos only concerned putting seed into an unpurchased bride. A man was put to death for that. Years have passed since these memories are put to paper. The heathens have been pushed deeper into the forests. Forts defend our new towns. Yet I envision that somewhere there's a rising sun to warm the sacred places of Indian rutting. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- {end of file: EVEN-MORE-LOVE-BOYS-3 The stories continue: -4}