WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! 11/98 ************************************************************************** AT-THE-GATHERING "At The Gathering" Indian Boys at Play Copyright 1998 Vince Water ************************************************************************** * * * "At The Gathering" * | Crying Deer is an Indian boy of fourteen. He's come | | with his friends to the annual trade celebration of | | Native and white trappers, meeting with a white man | | named Paul. Together, they experience each other's | | cultures in a celebration of their own. | The water ran cold over Crying Deer's hand. He cupped them tightly to take another drink from the spring. High above him was Sun Boy who reached down with fiery beams over the teen's sweaty body while his throat burned from the dust that had been brought up by the stomping horses at the corral. The clear water was providing the boy with some relief. A man spied on the Indian kneeling at the water pool. He also thirsted but decided to watch the teenager before getting himself a drink. He noticed the boy's tattooed shoulders were in the distinct style of the Crow. Only a simple deerskin breechclout was worn over his slim body; no war shirt. Much of his brown skin showed. The summer sun had darkened the boy all over. An attractive quality in a savage, the white man thought. A pleasant tingling filled his loins from looking over the Indian youth. Paul Carlton had a fancy for boys. He enjoyed instructing them on the pleasures that came from an erecting penis and what could be done to satisfy its aching need. His last companionship had come from a boy of thirteen named Benjamin. Their travels together brought them many sexual adventures while a strong love had grown between them. It was now only a sweet memory to the lonely man. There had been other youths before Benjamin. Many treasured moments of enjoying what a boy's small body had to offer him. Paul's favorite approach was the `show me yours' game. He used the natural curiosity a boy had mixed with game playing to get him to do naughty things. Paul would trade showing off his long hairy dick for a peek at the boy's erected pole. Once that was accomplished, it enabled the man to excite his new friend towards further sexual instruction. Sometimes the boy was reluctant to show his pole after seeing the man's so Paul would daringly reach into the boy's pants to capture its hidden excitement. With its hardness came the urgent need to use it. A teen boy was always in need. His gentle handling coaxed out the boy's cum to his hand but sometimes he even managed to suck it out. Younger boys were more willing to try naughty games. They didn't think twice about skinny dipping with the man in a pond or to cuddle with him from friendship or even to kiss but little boys didn't have the maturity to play all of Paul's adult games. Youths were often willing, though lacking in sexual fulfillment. Paul smiled from his brief flashes of memories. They were very sweet. Young boys were easy to touch but it took an older boy like Benjamin to truly satisfy his grown man needs. The Crow youth at the spring looked to be in his early teens. The same age as Benjamin though obviously from wilder stock. Indians have a more open attitude about sex than white Christian folk. At least, that's what Paul had heard. The Indian teen was darkly tanned; his body strong from enduring hardships that have left him well muscled in the arms and legs. He only needed a few more summers of growth before transforming into a man. Long black hair fell down the teenager's back, half-reaching to his covered butt. That was another quality of a savage the white man admired. It whispered to him a sense of cross-genderness Crying Deer felt a warning chill down his spine. He knew that he was being watched. A careful look around found him: a white man. The boy lingered at the spring to determine his intent. There wasn't any fear in him, only caution since the peace was being kept between their two Peoples and was rarely broken at the Gathering. A flint knife tucked in his thong belt also gave the teen some assurance. The Indian boy was alone and without his horse. His companions were back at the Gathering enjoying themselves. It would be a long run for him if he had to take flight from this white man. Crying Deer wondered why he had come to this distant spring. Not many people knew about it. It occurred to the teen that the white man might simply be waiting his turn to drink. Someone must have told him about the wondrous water that bubbled up from the rocks. It was time to find out. Crying Deer stood up to signal that he was finished drinking. He was surprised when the man stood his ground and wouldn't approach. The boy wondered what was going on. Paul came to his senses. He lowered his hungry eyes from the Indian teenager and stepped up to the spring. Its water sprang from a fissure in the broken stones with a swift, clear run. The man remembered his thirst and knelt at the pool to drink while the Indian stood over him. He eyed the boy's sweaty backside. It was an uneasy moment. Crying Deer felt a chill go down his spine. He and seen where the white man's eyes had fallen on him. `Was he interested in such things?' the boy wondered. A few unmarried warriors in his tribe enjoyed the pleasurable joining of their bodies to satisfy male lust. The Indian teen had never tried it with a white man before. To test the man's interest, Crying Deer flapped the cloths to his breechclout as if drying the sweat from his body. The sound attracted the white man. A shock of blue came from his eyes. The Indian boy was amazed by their clear sky color. A tense moment passed during their eye touching. Paul tried reading the boy's behavior but saw nothing definite in those narrowing dark eyes. `Was the teen only being playful?' the man wondered. He remained puzzled. Indians were rare to show emotion he knew, especially in front of a stranger. He continued to watch the boy flapping his deerskin breeches. It provided him with brief naked views. Paul saw that the boy's penis was brown and slightly erected. There was a thick skin around it that kept its knob from showing. Some dark hair grew from his groin. The man sensed that this teenager knew what to do with his sex. When the boy turned, Paul peeked through his flapping breeches for his butt. It was lean yet softly muscled to match the power up from the teen's sinewy legs. The cheeks were of lighter color than the rest of his sun kissed body. The man lusted to have it. He wondered if the Indian teen ever had his hole stuck into. Crying Deer ended his silly game. He stepped to a tall tree stump and rested his arm over it while studying the handsome white man. His hair was golden like the sun. A shirt was draped over the man's broad right shoulder with the tail of it falling down his muscled chest. There was blond hair covering much of his body. The teen wondered how it would feel next to his smooth skin Sexual energy filled the teen from looking over the white man. The growing bulge within his front flap couldn't be restrained. He felt the tip of his erection pop out from his breechclout where it could be seen. No embarrassment; the Indian boy felt much pride for his manly display. Paul saw it. The teen's stiffening dick moved up along his front breeches. He had an urge to reach out for it but felt a strange reluctance. Perhaps he feared what the wild boy might do if he tried. An awkward silence grew between them. Paul came up with a bold idea to break the tension. He filled his cupped hands with water and stood up. The Indian teen stood nearly to his chin. He had returned to flapping the two breeches over his sweaty body when the man attacked. Water struck the boy's chest and ran down his heated body to his waist. Crying Deer was startled by the act and poised himself to respond in severe fashion yet he saw no malice in the man's bright eyes. The white man smiled. That changed the fierce expression on the Indian boy's face to a sudden grin. Paul revealed that his cupped hands were empty of water and gestured that he could fill them again. The Indian boy spoke words that he didn't understand. Hand gesturing was tried and the man took their meaning that more water was welcomed over the teen's body. Paul eagerly stooped down to the spring for more. Crying Deer was amused by the white man's game. He enjoyed the water's cooling affect over his body. An idea came to him. He pulled the rear cloth from his thong belt and soaked it in the small spring. It didn't surprise him to see the white man staring at his uncovered butt. A lusting Crow warrior would be quick to take its meaning. He wondered if the white man was going to stick into him. A callused hand cupped one of the boy's brown cheeks. It sent a lightning bolt through Crying Deer's asshole. His penis tingled. The white man caressed his bottom with obvious lust for it. He moaned in response to the man's handling. Crying Deer turned to face the white man. He saw the bulge in his pants and went to it with his exploring hand. His fingers traced out the hard curved length trapped within. The man's blue eyes shined with sexual excitement. The Indian boy fingered the pants button. He unfastened it and was dismayed to find a line of more buttons going down. He tasked himself to loosening them as the white man watched with growing amusement. It excited the teen that his companion was allowing himself to be undressed. When the front of the man's pants was opened, Crying Deer reached in to pull out his cock. It was a shocking pale color to the rosy knob that oozed in his palm. Strong as a warrior's and full of need, the boy knew. He could feel its throbbing. Paul gasped. He was heartened by the Indian's directness and knew that he was experienced with male sex. The man reached around the boy's slim waist to rub over his brown butt. A knowing smile filled the teen's face. He turned around while keeping a hold of the man's long cock. It was led between his cheeks onto his hole. The boy backed onto its stiffness, feeling the pained thrill of getting his butt penetrated by a needing man. Strong hands gripped his hips. True to his name, Crying Deer released a strong voiceless huff. He was pained by the tight fitting of white cock through his Indian hole. The man's soft groin hair tickled against the cheeks of his butt when their bodies fully joined. The boy reached back to the man's rear end and pulled over it to get them to begin fucking. Paul looked down with awe at the cute brown butt he was sticking through. It amazed him by how quickly he was in conquest of the Indian boy. His hands gripped the teen's slim waist and beginning thrusts were made. `Oh, so good to have my cock stabbing through a boy's tight hole again!' Crying Deer made a loud huff whenever the man's cock went deeply through his asshole. It was of reach to press against his squaw spot the sent an intense thrill into his erection. The boy thought about reaching into his front flap to pull over it. He decided to wait until after the man was finished to see what he'd give in return for mounting him. Their male copulation was being watched. A Crow brave stood at a distance from the spring with his mouth open and dark eyes wide. He saw the contrast of big white man pounding into the smaller brown boy that seemed an unmatched contest. Was it being forced? Crying Deer felt the presence of one of his People. He turned his head and smiled at the young brave watching them. Little Horse had been newly named in a rite that all sixteen-year-olds went through in a passage from boyhood into men. It was a harsh test of fasting, sleepless nights and enduring pain from wood sticks the warriors beat them with. He wondered if Little Horse was interested in joining into the sexual rite he was enduring at the hands of this white man. Paul had his eyes closed. He was too deep in sex's powerful spell to notice the Indian brave walking to their side. His cock was in control. The man stuck it as far as he could into the willing Indian youth before pulling back. His forward stabs were even backed into, deepening his quick penetrations. `This boy is experienced.' Little Horse was glad to see that it wasn't being forced. White men were known to take what they could get their hands on be it the land, rivers, trapped animals, Indian horses or squaws. He wanted to be sure that this boy wasn't being raped. As he watched their male joining, the teen kept smiling back at him. There was an unspoken suggestion growing between them that caused a tightening in the front of the brave's breechclout. He had heard stories about Crying Deer. A loud groan erupted from the white man. Little Horse smiled at what was being achieved. He watched the man's hairy groin rub harshly against the boy's backside while muscles flexed violently through his pale butt, an indication that he was seeding. It was similar to what the brave had once spied on of a warrior's ending climax inside the captured squaw he raped: a loud moan of male ecstasy as his butt madly humped to deepen his spurting cock inside her. He'd not seen it done between a white man and his boy-squaw before. Paul sucked in breaths. His cock no longer gifted him with sweet thrills but throbbed as if all worn out. It was a nice thing this Indian boy offered him. How long has it been since last he stuck through a youth's asshole? The man couldn't remember. `Too long.' He gently pulled from the Crow teen's butt and saw that his cock had gotten dirty from the act. It startled him to see an Indian brave looking down at his revealing nakedness from only a stone's throw away. Paul thought of running. He kept a cool head and dropped to the spring to wash the shit from his shrinking penis. The water was chilling to his manhood. "I see your need," spoke Crying Deer to the waiting brave. He mischievously reached out and tugged Little Horse's front flap from his thong belt. A giggle sprang from his lips by what he saw. A swollen monster dong sprang from the brave's groin that must have been the reason for his naming. It would be a challenge to fit that inside his body! Little Horse was a newly named man in his tribe. He'd been feeling the urges from his loins to take a wife but one had to be traded for with horses, animal hides or many copper beads coming to her father. The boy in front of him offered a quick relief that wouldn't bring shame upon them. It was known that Crying Deer welcomed men's needs so he was deciding if his cock wanted to stick in. He didn't know if a male's rear hole could get him to cum. Crying Deer looked into the brave's eyes, guessing at what was being decided since it was a concern he'd come across before: was his rear opening a proper place to satisfy a man? Lusting warriors told him it felt tighter around their thrusts while preventing a child from coming; no lasting ties to bound them. He forced the decision by backing onto Little Horse's cock. Its swollen knob pushed through his slimy hole with a very tight fit of manhood up his butthole. Their male joining wasn't protested. It pleased Crying Deer that he was going to be seeded twice; a struggle ensuing between the white man's sperm in his body with a Crow brave's. Paul dried his cock in hand as he squatted below the rutting Indians. He'd never witnessed an act of male fucking other than his own performance in a boy. He slowly stood up to watch it. The new Indian seemed clumsy with his thrusts. They were being coaxed by the teenager with his hand reaching back to the brave's ass pulling over it in a fast timed beat. Their brown bodies looked evenly matched. By the long hair of the person in front, it could almost seem that it was an Indian girl taking the man's stabs behind her in doggie fashion. Yet the Indian behind also wore long black hair and he could see the telling male bulge pushing the boy's front breech. Its need called out to him. Crying Deer noticed the white man's interest for the front of his body. With his free hand, he pulled his front cloth away to reveal himself. The man was drawn to his display of male excitement. Not a thick dick like Little Horse's but it was long enough and full of need. He pulled over its foreskin to get his brown knob to pop in and out. That became too much for the white man not to respond! Paul squatted in front of the Indian boy. His hands pressed lightly against the teen's groin while his mouth hungrily kissed over the tight sac of balls. A giggle came from the boy. The man mouthed over the base of the Indian's warm erection, kissing higher, sucking over the brown skinny shaft until reaching its sticky knob. His taste of boy was sweet. In the next moment, he swallowed Indian dick and sucked on it hard. His hands crept around the boy's hips to prevent him from getting away. Crying Deer was pleased that both sides of his body were being pleasured. The brave's stabs through his backside were for his squaw thrills while the white man's mouthing of his erection in front was for his male thrills. Both combined to build up pleasure in his body. It became too much for the boy to endure. Little Horse felt the white man's knuckles against him. They tickled the hairs of his groin whenever he stuck deep into Crying Deer's hole. He heard the sucking sound and could imagine what was happening on the other side of the teen's body. For a man to offer his mouth for a boy's pleasuring seemed a shameful thing. Would he dare to swallow the dick's release? The brave continued with his manly act of mounting the willing squaw-boy. Paul was very experienced with sucking. He knew when to be gentle; little boys were shy and didn't have anything in their balls to ache them for a release so the man knew to mouth over their skinny pee-pees until they cried out in sweet pain. With a dry release, youths could be sucked on all day to give them repeated intense thrills. They never seemed to tire from it! Early teen boys had growing dicks that the man could bring into play his tongue and a harder sucking. Their releases were clear and sweet like sugar water. Like the little boys, an early teen had only to rest a few minutes before enjoying more sucking to get him to a wet climax again. Older teen boys liked more roughhousing. Paul would grip their flexing butts and attack their hard dicks with tongue, strong sucking and a quick bobbing of his head to run his tight lips over their slippery shafts. Their pleasuring could be prolonged and many boys preferred that for when they finally came into the man's thirsty mouth with a strong flow, it emptied their balls of lust. Many hours or even a day had to pass before such teenagers could be tempted into being sucked again. Paul didn't know how to judge the brown cock's need in his mouth. It was attached to an Indian body of wild heritage. The man decided to give his all to the teen boy. If he liked to get fucked, he was probably experienced like an older teen to having his dick sucked on hard! A fierce bobbing was made over the teen's groin as the man labored to bring the skinny erection to fruition. He could taste its sweetness already; a taste mingling with that of sour fat. The man knew where it had come from. Boys with foreskins didn't always wash under them to keep their penises clean. It didn't bother him though. Crying Deer often huffed from the thick cock's passage through his tight hole. He was proud of Little Horse. His sexual performance was making him a proven man. Whenever he decided to take a wife, he'd know how to do her properly and would recall having learned about mounting from what they were doing this day. It was very pleasing to the squaw-boy. Paul sensed a hardening to the Indian boy's erection in his mouth. Its sweet flavor intensified; `close to coming out!' The man pulled back and concentrated his efforts on the swelling knob against his tongue. He tickled it into exploding. Little Horse heard the boy's outcry. His dick was squeezed by the ringed butthole muscles that made it come out. Strongly! He rubbed his hairy groin against the soft cheeks while keeping himself deep in that slimy ass. His releases were filling the boy up. A low moan came from his mouth when he was finished. Crying Deer felt his greatest thrills and shot. His body released from the front of him while he took the male releases from the brave behind him. Both pleasures combined into a fantastic sexual experience for him. Something he'd never felt before. It left his body drained of energy so he held onto the white man's shoulders until he could recover. Paul enjoyed the strong spurts against his tongue. Not sweet like an early teen boy; he realized that the Indian must be older than he had figured. He swallowed the thick cum and relished its salty taste, sticky down his throat. A low moan was heard from the other Indian. He too must have shot off his dick. The spring bubbled in the man's ears. It almost sounded like the water was giggling at him. He knew that boys often wondered why a man would want to suck off their dicks as if it were a degrading act. It wasn't. Paul wanted to offer boys a sweet release from their erections and he liked both tastes of cum: sweet and watery from early teen boys (none if they were younger) or thick and salty from older teens. In turn, he would get off by beating his cock in hand as they watched wide eyed and expectant or allow their hands a try, sometimes a close embrace from a naked belly rub, sucking and even rarer, fucking the boy's hole! Paul had an older teen in his mouth though he wouldn't have guessed it from the skinny dick. He sucked down its length to get out all the boy's cum. The Indian brave pushed on the butt he held and the three male bodies disconnected. Crying Deer's dark eyes glowed. After smiling at the white man's offering, he turned to look at Little Horse. Embarrassment filled the brave's face. His dick had a telling butt stain over its shaft and the knob of it dripped cum. Seeing it proved to Crying Deer that his butthole held the full load of his sperm. Knowing that gave him a sudden inner climax like a strong satisfaction and happiness. The sensation was very powerful. Little Horse reached down for his front flap over the ground. It was stepped on by Crying Deer in play and he wouldn't lift up his foot. A strong tugging won the brave back his deerskin cloth. He hastily dropped it over his belt thong to hide his soiled dick. What he'd done with the boy gave him mixed feelings that were hard to sort through until he could be alone. Paul took the Indian boy's hands into his own and stood up. He watched the other Indian making a hasty retreat. Crying Deer turned to watch it with dismay though it didn't surprise him. When he turned to face the white man, he was startled by a mouth pressing onto his. The boy turned his head away. It wasn't surprising to Paul that the boy didn't want to kiss. Only little boys would try and often liked it but after the age of nine or ten, it just wasn't done. He moved his head away and feigned a smile. The boy gave him a fond squeeze from his slim brown hands in his. Crying Deer giggled. He saw that the white man's pants were twisted around his legs and threatened to trip him up if he wasn't careful. The boy's eyes widened. He saw the blond hair that grew thickly over both pale legs. A longing came into him to feel the blond mane and he did. Paul paused from pulling up his pants to give the Indian boy his moment of exploration. He saw that the teen's brown legs were smooth and hairless like most of his slim body. If he could get them both naked, it would make for a wonderful embrace of boy smooth on his manly hairy skin. A new love making experience for them both, he was sure. Crying Deer stood up. He looked down at his hands as if expecting something to be in them. The white man pulled up his pants and fastened their many buttons. His shirt was put on next and its tails were tucked within his pants. He stood clothed before the teenager. The boy felt a trickling down his balls. He stepped into the small pool and used the spring's water to clean himself. No pushing was made to empty his bowels; he wanted to keep the men's medicine seed in his butt for a while longer. Paul patiently waited. When he saw that the boy was ready to leave the spring, he fetched the two deerskin breeches and handed them over. The teenager dropped each flap over the belt thong tied around his slim waist. In a moment, he was back to being properly covered (for an Indian). `How you called?' gestured Crying Deer. Paul didn't know many hand signs but he could guess at what the boy was asking him. He pointed at himself and said, "Paul." He repeated his name until the teen pronounced it properly. The man pointed back at the Indian and in reply, was given a long string of vowels and consonants. They were too difficult to repeat so he asked what the name meant with careful gesturing. The Indian boy tried to answer the white man. He began by pointing at his eyes and making a motion of tears dropping from them. A wailing noise was also made. Then he made the hand gesture for `deer'. When the man returned a puzzled look, the boy made the animal's image in the dirt with a stick. He put antlers on its head so the ignorant white man would think he was drawing a horse. Paul nodded with understanding. He spoke the Indian boy's name in English: "Cries like a deer." A smile erupted on the man's face when he recalled hearing the teen's voiceless huffs when fucking him. Yes. They had sounded similar to what a deer cries out in warning when spooked. Crying Deer gestured at the man what his strange-sounding name of "Pawll" meant. No answer was given. That didn't surprise the Indian since he'd heard that the White People didn't give themselves meaningful names; only strange sounds! Paul reached for the boy's right hand and strongly shook it while he held the teen's shoulder in a fond grasp. A shy grin came in response; eyes lowering. It was the first time he'd seen an Indian blush and proved they weren't always so fierce and inhuman as he's heard. Together, they walked back to the Gathering. It was a very noisy place with the white men singing and dancing with each other, some just yelling from having drunk too much whiskey. The Indians beat on drums. That was expected since it was the first day of celebration. There were many betting games in progress: horse racing, wrestles, card playing and the such. The Northwest Company was paying cash for the trappers' beaver furs and animal hides which in turn would be spent on supplies for another year of trapping. Paul was here to sell food goods to them. His small wagon was filled with salted beef, sacks of four and corn meal, coffee, tea, hard biscuits and many miscellaneous items the men would want. He knew that much more profit could be made at a trappers' rendezvous when compared to setting up a grocery in town. His traveling store could charge high prices since the trappers coming half way out of the wilderness had no where else to buy from. There was usually a handy boy with Paul. He'd pay the youth to help him with the sales of his goods at the Gathering and to perform many other tasks needing to be done. Not the least of them was to share the man's bed. Benjamin had been a cute boy who was also a good worker for Paul. Sadly, he had died from a fever last winter. Paul was without the companionship of a boy at this Gathering. He could only enjoy the money he'd make here; no nightly love making. Paul turned to the Indian teen at his side with a smile. This year's Gathering was turning out more favorably than expected. He noticed they were still holding hands but that didn't concern him. Many of the trappers here indulged in same sex relations when the women were scarce so their display of affection would only bring them knowing bearded grins from the other men along with jealous nods. Two trappers approached. Paul remembered selling to them from a previous Gathering and knew they were life-long companions; always at each other's side. He noticed that their mules were free of skins while a money sack at the taller man's waist clinked as he walked. "You going to open that there wagon of yours soon?" asked the shorter man. Paul nodded. "Yes. I'll be set up later in the afternoon if you're ready to buy." "Hmm. Do you have cod oil?" "I sure do," Paul answered with a laugh. He knew what these men used it for. The taller man looked over his Indian companion with a knowing grin but said nothing. He was a quiet giant. All the talking and thinking was left to his lover. The trappers went on their way. Paul led his Indian friend deeper into the Gathering to see the goings on. The noise was almost unbearable. Men shouted with happy glee, money belts filled and their bellies full of liquor. It was a joyful time that capped their long hunting season. Around them sprang up tents that served as temporary stores to sell the trappers what they needed to begin the cycle all over again. Supplies at very inflated prices. Paul felt his hand being tugged on when a group of Indians ran towards them. He saw that they were Crow. The white man found himself surrounded with half-naked savages with smiling faces and wide dark eyes falling on him. He kept a tight hold of his teenager. The Indians talked in their soft voices with his young companion for a moment and then they were gone like leaves in the wind. Paul was relieved that his boy remained with him A hand gesture was made by Cries-like-a-deer that he had to go. Paul nodded to hide his disappointment. He watched the teenager run away to parts unknown. His heart felt heavy. The long hot afternoon turned to evening with Paul earning much money from selling goods from his wagon. He missed having a handy boy. Alone, he faced the hoard of eager trappers pointing at things they wanted to buy. The ordeal left him exhausted. His small wagon was closed up for the night. Nighttime was not the end to a Gathering celebration. The trappers were even more determined to make merriment with their voices raised in drunken song and shouting contests. Bon fires were made for dancing around. Paul felt too tired to join into it. He had traveled a long way to reach the Snake River Rendezvous with his goods, and after a long day of sales was content to bunk in until morning. To Paul's surprise, he managed to sleep in spite of the noise. He buried himself deep within his blankets for warmth under the wagon. The evening had turned cool. In the deepest part of the night, a warmth slipped into the blankets with him. Its familiarity kept Paul from awakening. The sun began its slow rising when Paul noticed a rising of his own. Not from a need to piss... He woke up to find a slim hand reached inside his pants, grasping his dick in masturbation. Benjamin was always doing that to him in the morning. Paul fell back into a light sleep while enjoying the boy's handling. His dreaming was very sweet. Paul was startled awake by the wet sensation of a mouth around his hard dick. The urgent hands around his butt forced his stabs. It didn't seem right. He knew that Benjamin wasn't keen to sucking him off, preferring instead to have his little asshole fucked. That's when he noticed the animal-smelling cloth next to his face. It wasn't his boy that he was bunked with but a wild Indian! Paul lifted the teen's deerskin breeches so that he could return the favor. He found Cries-like-a-deer's brown erection and eagerly swallowed it. His hands reached back for the youth's slim butt. It began flexing in beat to his sucking. They did each other until Paul cried out as the Indian drank him. The act tired the white man who pushed on the teen's groin so that he could breathe. Paul rested on his belly. He was glad that the blankets around their bodies hid what they had done. Crying Deer moved over him with a hungry mouth. He felt his butt being mouthed with the boy's tongue darting deep between his cheeks until reaching his hole. In curiosity, he spread his legs to let the Indian inside him. It was a thrilling sensation the man had never experienced before. Crying Deer tongued into Paul's hole with his intent to return the act of love they had performed from yesterday. He preferred getting fucked but felt a need to try the manly act himself. There seemed to be no protest from Pawll. The teen put more spit into the man's butt before lifting himself over the hairy body to align their sex. A quick stab put his skinny dick into the man's butthole. He began his fucking in earnest. Paul was unprepared for what had happened to him. He enjoyed having his hole licked by the Indian when he found himself getting raped. The teen's erection felt like a flint knife in his innards. Much pain! There was a brief struggle ensuing between their bodies until they separated. Crying Deer was surprised by the man's rejection. 'My fault,' Paul thought to himself. He realized that allowing his butt to get licked had signaled his intent to having it fucked. An act of love he'd never allowed before and wasn't about to start. He found himself facing the Indian. There was a plain expression on the boy's face that didn't tell him much. Paul reached his arms around to embrace the teen. He wanted them to remain together under his blankets to share in other acts of love. Crying Deer smiled. He accepted the white man's warmth next to him. It bothered the man that they couldn't talk. He wanted to learn more about his new friend; the things he did and what he planned for his life. Instead, they simply looked at one another. Cries-like-a-deer was revealing himself through his softening facial expressions. Paul's face returned that love. When he reached to the Indian youth with his lips, his kiss was accepted. Their embrace tightened. Paul kicked his pants down his legs while Crying Deer pulled away his breechclout. Naked, they pressed their bodies together in unrushed love making. Their dicks filled with nice thrills. Hands reached low for each other's butts to pull on. Soft body hair tickled against the Indian's smoothness. They kissed with a deepening love for one other. Passerby's could only hear low moans emanating from the heap of blankets moving under the small wagon. The Indian youth couldn't get enough of Pawll's kisses. It was a new sensation to the boy to use his lips for sexual expression. He felt swept away by all the combining pleasures of making love with the white man. The hairy body in the youth's arms moved against his smoothness. It was a tickly sensation. Between their bellies, their long dicks mashed together. Chests rubbed. Their hands held each other's butts in beat to their male thrusts like handling warm drums. Paul felt the frantic boy's striking against his groin and heard the voiceless huff. Cries-like-a-deer came. His loins were slow to reach climax because he had already come out earlier. Yet he tried. His body began to sweat from the effort. The Indian boy loosened his hands from around his body so that he could turn himself around in their blankets. It didn't surprise Paul that the Indian youth wanted to get fucked. He aimed his dick between the soft warm cheeks and stuck through the boy's asshole. It was an easy penetration. The slimy tightness felt wonderful around his aching dick and with only a few savage thrusts, he came. No loud outcry from him. He slowed his heated body while keeping the youth in his arms. They rested for a long spell while buried in the layers of blankets below the wagon. The Gathering was a joyous time that made for new beginnings. Paul relished the brief time he spent with Cries-like-a-deer with nightly love making, but when the trappers left with their year's supplies and the fur traders packed up, each went their separate way back to their own peoples. The white man and the Indian boy looked forward to meeting again next year. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of: AT-THE-GATHERING "Willow Bird, Warrior" is now in its own directory