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    WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-2                 "Willow Bird Finds His Love"
    (Part #2 of 8)                               Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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       Early the next morning I awaken in my mother's tipi. Her sleeping
    mat is empty. She must already be out doing chores, I realize with some
    sadness. Ever since my father died, she's had to labor for others of
    our tribe to gain their support of food and hides for us. If my father
    were still here he'd have provided us those necessary things of life.

       The closest thing that I have to a father is Big Horn. He's been
    instructing me with what any father teaches his son. I've learned the
    skills of the hunt, how to track, the knowledge of spirits and the songs
    we use to call upon their aid. It's been five summers since Big Horn
    has taken me under his wing. I think of him as my second father, though
    not from his loins, we can make love free of taboo restrictions like
    he's said.

       Events from yesterday fill my head. Big Horn's offer to mate with me
    and my up-coming initiation into the Mahyee-na! It brings a smile to my
    face. I wasn't understanding my peculiar feelings and longings until
    his lusty embrace. A man can make love to another! My heart is at peace.
    That handsome brave has satisfied the strange pain coming from my growth.

       Tomorrow night I'm to enter Big Horn's tipi and undergo the rite of
    passage that he's preparing for me. Unlike other rituals that I've seen
    or participated in, no one else from the tribe will witness it. I
    wonder what this secret rite involves when compared to others?

       The brave said that we'll be joined after sticking into each other's
    butt. Fucking him with my dick will be an easier thing than having to
    endure his horse-length up my butthole! I know that he likes getting
    fucked. His lover had often mounted him. He bent over to offer his butt
    to me. I should have taken him. Now, I'll have to wait until the ritual
    in his tipi to experience that manly act for myself.

       I laugh at myself when noticing that my left hand had made its way
    down to my front flap and is stroking over my dick. My thoughts have
    given me an erection. The sensation of handling myself feels good but I
    stop my naughty act, promising myself that I'll finish it later. I
    don't want my mother to catch me performing this. I'm much changed by
    Big Horn. After his male rite on the morrow, I'll also become Mahyee-na.

       I rise up from the ground and stretch my arms. My fingers can almost
    touch the smoke hole in this small tipi. At my feet is the depression
    where I've lain my body in during the night. I kick dirt in to fill it.
    There's no need for my mother to trip when she returns.

       I push open the door flap and step out into sunlight. What has our
    Father provided us this day? I see mostly blue sky with a few clouds up
    near Him. The wind is calm. It looks to be yet another fine summer day.

       I head to the river to wash. Big Horn and I had crossed over its
    shallows in the evening so I couldn't get a proper washing then.
    Everyone knows that you cannot fully enter the river at night least
    risk having the water spirits pull you down. Hands-on-his-head, a
    warrior from our tribe had suffered that fate two winters ago. His body
    had never been found.

       I approach some girls washing clothes on the river bank. They
    giggle at my approach. The eldest girl is named Leaping Rabbit and her
    friend is called Star Light. Both avert their eyes when I come to stand
    at the river. Leaping Rabbit is at the age to marry so she is wary of
    all males who approach. I smile to myself since she has nothing to fear
    from me.

       I feel their curious eyes upon me. They talk in whispers behind my
    back. I'll keep my breechclout on when I swim since I'm no longer a boy.
    Big Horn's embrace has changed me; I'm a man from it. I don't want to
    give these girls the pleasure of looking upon my nakedness.

       I leap into the river. Its spirit embraces me with a cold grip over
    my body. My hands hit upon the sandy bottom which I follow for a while
    before having to push off to surface for breath. I'm standing in water
    up to my chest. The girls are many swimming strides away.

       Something has found its way into my hand. I open my palm and find a
    small circle of metal. It's a ring! I marvel at my lucky find. Within
    the crafted band are faint markings that I cannot read. They don't seem
    evil. I'm amazed by how my left hand has taken on a life of its own
    since yesterday. I laugh at the wonder of it all.

       The ring feels best on the finger next to my thumb. I adorn my left
    hand since the ring had come to be found within it. I turn towards camp
    with my arms rising to the sky in triumph. Do they not see my good
    fortune? Seventeen tipis rise along the river bank. The two girls are
    still washing clothes. At this distance, I must appear as a twig in the
    water to them. I wade back closer to shore.

       I try to count how many people are in camp. It's a small tribe; we're
    splintered from a larger band from the west because of a dispute between
    the chiefs. This had happened before I was born. There's good hunting
    here. Our enemies are far away. We're watched over and protected by the
    sacred Tall Forest. Everyone here is happy and prosperous.

       My eyes can make out a few cooking fires in camp being attended by
    the old women. Some are sitting on mats to await the progress of the
    afternoon meal. They sew and gossip to each other. No men can be found.
    They are out hunting or guarding our tribe.

       There are twelve families in camp with several children in each
    family. Most warriors have one wife while our chief is attended by two
    wives. Yet he only has a single child; my boyhood friend, Song Bird.
    There are six braves and a warrior who are without a squaw. Big Horn
    is the oldest of the braves. I know why he hasn't bonded to a woman!

       My thinking stumbles when I try to count up the heads of my People.
    They are many! I'm forgetting to add in the mother-in-laws, grandfathers,
    two adopted children and there's also the shaman. He'll never take a
    wife because of his devotion unto the Great Spirit.

       I'm distracted from my counting when a small figure runs along the
    river bank with his arms flailing. My name is called. It's Song Bird
    who waves to me! I realize that he won't join me out here because of
    the two girls. I allow the swift current to carry me away from them.

       I leave the river far from where the girls are washing clothes. The
    air feels cold when I step onto the bank. Song Bird is running to join
    me. I'm warmed by the thought of having my young friend meeting me here.
    No unfriendly eyes can spy on us. I've much news to share with him.

       The boy is nearly here. I didn't realize how strong the river's
    current was. He's had to run a long distance. I take this time to look
    over the boy with my new eyes. My loins pain me to study his youthful
    body and to compare my desire for him with that of Big Horn yesterday.

       Song Bird's face first draws my attention. He has beautiful brown
    eyes and a smallish nose. His crop of black hair is kept in place by a
    white head cloth. It's not from any animal hide. This soft cloth was
    gifted him by a 'Wah-ha' (white man) trader. Being the only son of a
    chief has given him advantages.

       The boy's breast glistens with summer sweat. My eyes drop down his slim
    chest with a deep hunger for what hides beneath his front flap. His body
    was mine to take last summer. Yet I was unknowing of how to embrace our
    desires toward fulfillment. I'm older and wiser now. Big Horn has shown
    me the way. I wonder if the boy will allow me another chance?

    (Song Bird walks up to his friend with a grin. He places his hand over
    Willow Bird's chest, quickly withdrawing it as if burned.)

       "The river is very cold this morning," he explains. "I don't know
    how you can swim in it!"

       "The water is always cold," I answer him. "You know why I'm having
    to swim in it alone without my friend..."

       Song Bird glares at me with his eyes revealing the unspoken truth of
    my words. A pang goes through my heart like an arrow. I didn't mean to
    hurt him. I turn towards the direction of where Leaping Rabbit and
    Star Light are washing clothes.

       "Colder still were the hearts of those girls who had laughed at us."

       The young boy silently nods in agreement. He turns to look down the
    other side of the river, away from camp. An idea comes to me.

       "I know of a place where it's shallow and has a nice sandy bottom. A
    good place where we can swim together. No one would disturb us there..."

    (Song Bird looks into his friend's eyes to read him. There's something
    different with Willow Bird this morning. A friendliness and confidence
    that's he's not seen in the older boy before. The youth eagerly
    embraces his friend's idea.)

       "Do you really want to go and play the tag-and-catch-me game with
    the river being so cold?" Song Bird carefully answers.

       A lightning bolt strikes me. Great hope! Yet, how bold should my reply
    be? I find my voice. "It wouldn't be that cold with you in my arms..."

       I don't dare look into my friend's eyes least I embarrass him. The
    long silence confirms that he's thinking about it. Are his thoughts
    the same as mine?

       "Where did you get that ring?!" asks Song Bird excitedly.

       I shrug my shoulders, disappointed by the turn of our conversation.
    My face is kept towards the river. I want the boy to answer my question
    upon him.

    (Song Bird's fingers eagerly wrap around his friend's new ring. His
    bright face tries capturing Willow Bird's eyes for an answer. Silence.
    Only a plain expression is given in reply.)

       "I'll go with you," Song Bird whispers. "But you must tell me all
    about your new ring on the way!"

       I turn to face my dear friend. His cheery face washes away all the
    tension this moment has caused. I didn't realize how nervous I was until
    noticing how my hands shake when I remove the ring to show him.

       "Is it silver?" Song Bird asks. He notices the tarnished color of the
    metal. His eyes spy something else. "What are these strange markings
    within it?"

       "It looks like the bright metal of the Desert People," I reply. "As
    to what the markings are all about I cannot tell."

       "Who gave you the ring... and why?"

       Song Bird reveals more than his curiosity for my new-found gift.
    He's envious of it. As the chief's son, he's given ample food and
    clothes. He lives in a large tipi and is much respected by the others.
    I'm the poorest boy in the tribe since I'm without a father. This
    silver ring is a thing of value normally beyond my means.

       "No one gave it to me," I finally answer the boy, "not unless it
    could be said that it was gifted me from the Great Spirit for I found
    it in the sands of the river where I was swimming this morning."

       Song Bird reads my face to see if my words are true. He nods his
    acceptance and knows that no one ever lies when uttering our Father's
    name in the same breath.

       "Perhaps it's a ring of great medicine," Song Bird explains with awe
    showing in his voice. "It would explain the strange markings."

       "I don't know. Perhaps it's a sign of favor from Him because of
    events from yesterday... I've become a man."

       "Tell me!" the boy pleads.

       Some reluctance fills me. My words to explain finding the ring may
    have been too great a presumption about our Father. I don't possess the
    wisdom of our shaman to be acting like I understand the reasons behind
    mysterious events. Yet I had wanted to direct our conversation towards
    what happened yesterday. It'll be a proud moment for me to tell him
    about Big Horn's initiation.

       I start slowly. "Do you recall telling me about a male rite that
    begins with a man baring himself to another, and what happens when the
    other man touches butts with him?"

       "Did Big Horn offer himself to you?!" shouts Song Bird.

       I'm startled by my friend's words. Why would he assume that it was
    Big Horn? There are other unmarried men in the tribe who may desire
    boys. No one knew that this brave had accompanied me yesterday to my
    rabbit traps. We had begun our long journey early in the morning.
    Everyone was still asleep.

       "Why won't you answer me?" Song Bird whispers.

       I realize that I've been holding my breath along with my reply to
    him. For the moment, I can only nod my head. A great fear takes me.
    "You must swear to keep what I'm about to tell you a secret! It's only
    because you're my best friend that I'm willing to share it with you."

    (The young boy stands up tall. His eyes look deep into Willow Bird's
    when he begins his solemn oath.)

       "I swear by the Great Spirit never to repeat to any other what you
    will say. May I die horribly if ever I should break this sworn bond!"

       I nod to the boy my acceptance. "I hear your oath and know not a
    time when you have ever broken any other," I answer as expected of me.
    A great flood gate opens inside me. Yet, I pause from telling him more
    until he answers an important question. "How did you know about that
    secret male rite?"

       "I actually saw it done," Song Bird boasts.

       I turn to my friend with my arms reaching out to his shoulders in
    disbelief. His eyes shine. I can't believe what this young boy has been
    keeping from me all these moons!

       "It was Big Horn and Coyote Thief who met back to back," explains
    the youth. "They were both naked!"

       "You've been keeping this a secret from me since last summer?" I ask
    with surprise. The boy nods. It was only a handful of moons ago when
    that warrior was found dead. He had been gored by an elk bull.

       I quickly review in my mind what I knew about Coyote Thief. He had
    been an odd sort of human being. He always hunted alone; a horse his
    only companion. His tipi had been set apart from ours. I think that's
    because he was not of our People. Some believed that he had been banished
    from the tribe of his fathers. His name suggested a dark reason.

       Big Horn had started seeing Coyote Thief a year ago to study his
    warrior ways. The brave said that he could learn much so that he too
    would attain the honor of becoming a warrior. At nineteen, Big Horn
    didn't enjoy the status of being the oldest brave. There were warriors
    younger than himself in the tribe.

       I knew that Big Horn was somehow bonded to Coyote Thief. They were
    often together in that warrior's tipi at night. I thought it was
    because Coyote Thief was instructing the brave on how to become a
    strong warrior. From what my young friend is telling me, much more had
    been going on. I didn't realize that they had been lovers as well.

       Coyote Thief had met a tragic end. The first hint of it had come
    when his horse was found wandering in camp. The warrior's body was
    discovered the next day. He had been killed by an elk bull. That
    wounded animal's tracks had led our hunters far from the battle. Yet
    its body had never been found. Some felt that a trickster had murdered
    Coyote Thief in his guise as the elk bull. The shaman ritually appeased
    that vengeful spirit so that no one of the People would be endangered.

       Big Horn had been given that man's horse and belongings. It was as if
    the warriors in camp had known of the relationship between those two men.
    I didn't realize what had developed between them. Song Bird had actually
    seen their ritual butt touching. I wonder how much the young boy knows!

    (Song Bird notices that his friend has come out from his deep thoughts.
    He continues his story about Coyote Thief.)

       "It was a few moons before his ending," begins Song Bird. I was
    gathering berries on the other side of the river when I spied the two of
    them approaching on horseback. I hid in some bushes before they passed.

       "Coyote Thief jumped down from his horse and to my surprise removed
    his breechclout. He knelt under the stallion to perform some strange
    rite. Big Horn dismounted to watch. The bushes that I was hiding in
    were too far away to see anything clearly. The brave's body also
    blocked my view.

       "Big Horn joined into it. He took down his own breechclout and knelt
    at Coyote Thief's side. I could see the warrior exciting the stallion in
    hand. He even mouthed over the male horse flesh! Big Horn held onto the
    stallion while Coyote Thief handled its long dong. A piercing whistle
    from the horse signalled its male release. Coyote Thief stood up to show
    Big Horn what had flowed into his hands. There was a lot of it!

       "The warrior smeared the stallion's seed all over Big Horn's nakedness.
    He covered his own body with what remained in his hands. I crawled closer
    to the pair to get a better view of their strange rite. The new bush
    that I hid in was only a stone's throw away. It was exciting to see two
    grown men with hard dicks!

       "Coyote Thief turned around and slapped his butt. Big Horn turned to
    touch butts with the warrior. They held hands and talked. I couldn't
    catch what they were saying though."

       "Perhaps Coyote Thief was asking Big Horn to undergo the Mahyee-na
    rite in his tipi," I add to help the boy's story.

       Song Bird gives his friend a sly grin before he continues. "When
    Coyote Thief had finished talking, they turned around to embrace each
    other. Their bodies moved in the motion of making love. I giggled when
    seeing the two men kiss! It didn't take long for them to release to
    their bellies. They held each other close for a long while and talked.
    That's when I tried making my escape..."

       "You were caught!" I exclaim.

       Song Bird nods his head. "I should have known better than to try
    sneaking past a warrior. Coyote Thief ran over and picked me up. He
    carried me back to Big Horn like a captured rabbit. I was scared that
    something bad would happen to me for my spying."

       "What did they do?" I quickly ask.

       "If you'll wait, I'll tell you the whole story!" Song Bird replies.
    "Coyote Thief pulled away my breechclout to bare me. He pointed at my
    long pole and laughed. When he took hold of it, Big Horn warned him to
    be careful not to break it off. The warrior's pulling had made my dick
    fill with a kind of strange pain. I feared Big Horn's words."

       I keep my giggles inside of me. Song Bird's story is not only
    exciting but very humerous. I can imagine how the boy felt to endure
    the lusty attention of two naked men. I'm not surprised that he kept
    that day a secret from me.

       "Coyote Thief released me after my pole became red. He mentioned
    something to Big Horn about my loins not yet being ripe. He slapped my
    butt and asked me to remain silent about what they had done together.
    Big Horn returned my breechclout to me and off I ran. My legs didn't
    stop until I was back on our side of the river."

       I chuckle at the conclusion of Song Bird's story. His face is a
    bright red from the telling of it. I'm reminded of something that had
    happened to me long ago. I decide to share it with my friend.

       "A similar rite was given to me by a boy named Broken Bow," I begin.
    He had come from the Moss-bowl tribe. I was nine at the time. He had
    taken me into the forest to boast about the length of his dick. I showed
    him mine. The older boy pulled over my erection until it thrilled me.
    Nothing came out. He was proud to show me that his dick could squirt."

       "Mine can," admits Song Bird.

       I grin at the boy's accomplishment. Having sperm in his loins will
    make it a likely task for me to fetch it from him as I've planned.

       "Tell me about you and Big Horn," the boy asks.

       I remain silent for a long moment. My story is similar to what Song
    Bird has already told me. What differs is how I felt in the arms of
    that handsome brave. How he had made my heart soar! It's with some
    reluctance that I give the boy an account of yesterday's events.

       "We were half a day south of the river when Big Horn bared his butt
    to me. It was surprising to see the brave uncovering himself there. I
    wasn't sure of the man's intent until recalling your whispered words to
    me about a strange male rite..."

       "It had kept you from acting like a foolish boy!" suggests Song Bird
    with a grin.

       I nod my head in reply. "After dropping my breechclout, I pressed my
    butt against his. Big Horn turned me around to pull on my dick. He asked
    me if anyone had ever handled it before. I told him that he was the first
    though I had forgotten about Broken Bow."

       "That boy couldn't get you to come out," explains Song Bird. "My pole
    didn't release in Coyote Thief's hands so that doesn't really count."

       I grin at my friend's show of support. "Big Horn stopped short of
    getting my dick to squirt. He had us embrace and make love belly-to-belly.
    Being in the man's arms was more satisfying than if he had pleasured my
    erection in hand."

       "Did you kiss?" the boy asks.

       "Yes. It felt strange but the sensation thrilled my dick towards its
    sweet release."

       "Yuk!" the boy exclaims. "I would never want to do that, even with a
    girl!"

       I shake my head at the young boy. One day he'll understand how it
    feels to have sex when love is in one's heart. I've learned about this
    only yesterday.

       "When are you to spend a night in Big Horn's tipi?"

       "Tomorrow," I answer my friend. "That male rite is performed privately.
    But if you're daring, peek into Big Horn's tipi to see what we'll do."

       "Why the ceremony?" Song Bird asks. "Those two men didn't hide in a
    tipi when they made love. You and Big Horn embraced and 'did it' where
    anyone could have spied on you."

       "I don't know..." I answer in a lie to Song Bird. I'm not read to
    reveal to my young friend how Big Horn and I are to stick into each
    other's butthole during that rite. The youth's narrowing eyes reveal his
    suspicion. I quickly come up with something to say.

       "Big Horn said that he'll be testing my readiness to become Mahyee-na.
    He may also want to bind me to him in some way. Will you spy on our rite?"

       "I'd want to join into it!" Song Bird asks.

       "You're too young." With those words already out of my mouth, I
    realize that I've hurt my dear friend. He also seems worried at how Big
    Horn intends to bind me to him. I am too. The remainder of our walk
    along the river is in silence.

       My head is a swirl of thoughts. I am looking forward to Big Horn's
    initiation for me in his tipi. I know that his rite will affirm my
    manhood in his eyes. What troubles me is how the brave will bind me to
    him in the ritual. If it's a lover that the man seeks, he must be told
    that Song Bird already has my heart!

       I want to express these feelings to the dear boy at my side. He may
    already suspect the truth of it but I need to tell him what's in my
    heart. What worries me is his acceptance. I couldn't bear if the boy
    rejects my love.

       Until yesterday, I had kept my strange feelings for men deep inside
    me. Big Horn had allowed them to come out. I'm very grateful that my
    mentor has taught me such an important thing! Does Song Bird know of it?
    He is young and easily embarrassed. If he's hiding his heart from me
    it's because he's confused about male love as I had been.

       My heart wants to explode out its secret to Song Bird. My head tells
    me to be patient. Everything could be lost if the young boy rejects my
    love. I couldn't handle that! I listen to the wisdom from my head.

       It's with a sigh that I hold back my secret longings for the boy.
    Our swim ahead may allow a part of it to be revealed. I hope that's why
    Song Bird has traveled with me to this far away place. Does he also
    treasure our sweet embrace from last summer?

       My body has warmed during our walk in the summer sun. The flaps to my
    breechclout are still wet. They cling to the covered parts of my body. A
    slight bulge pushes under my front flap. A proudful male display. I hope
    that Song Bird likes to see it.

       We soon reach the sandy bottomed place in the river. I eagerly drop
    my breechclout. Song Bird doesn't join me. He curiously looks over my
    body. I become shy and streak in the water. I'm quickly reminded of the
    river's cold spirit as I'm sure Song Bird will soon be commenting to me.

       I surface for breath. The boy remains at the river's edge. He hasn't
    bared himself. I hold my arms out to him from the water in a gesture
    for him to join me.

       "It's here?" Song Bird asks.

       I see the reluctance in my friend. Why? I wade back towards the bank
    while explaining, "this is where my father had taken us to fish those
    many summers ago. Don't you remember?"

       "No. I don't. Are you sure that I was with you? I'm very good at
    remembering things!"

       "I know about your good memory," I answer him. "You were a small boy
    then. My father had taken you along with us. No fish were caught that
    day so we swam here instead. My father remarked how few sharp stones
    there were from cutting our feet on. I think that he blamed their
    absence for why we didn't catch any fish."

    (Song Bird nods his head. He drops his two flaps to the bank and slowly
    stretches his body, allowing the full effect of his nudity to entice his
    friend. He's not as shy as Willow Bird.)

       I look over the boy's nakedness. He has smallish soft curves. A
    hairless groin as I remember from last summer but his erected penis is
    longer. He continues to stretch his body. We both know that he's only
    trying to show off.

       "I'll bet that the river is cold!" asks Song Bird.

       "You know it is," I answer him. "Especially without you in my arms."
    Song Bird peers into my eyes after hearing my bold words. I'm not sure
    how he'll react so I divert his attention by splashing water at him.
    The boy chases after me.

       I make it an easy task for my young friend to catch me. We've not
    come all this distance to simply play a boy's game of tag. I'm wanting
    to embrace our needs like Big Horn had shown me yesterday. I stand in
    water up to my thighs. On the bank are our breechclouts. But where is
    Song Bird?

       A long moment passes without my finding him. My heart fills with
    great fear. I search through the muddy waters for his drowning form! I
    know that Song Bird has never been a good swimmer. Suddenly, the boy
    springs up from under the water just like that time last when we had
    played our naked game. He's giggling when he tags me. That great moment
    is upon us both.

       "Do you remember what we did last summer?" the boy asks.

       I wade through the water to stand close to my friend. My arms reach
    low for his body. His arms reach for mine. It's a powerful moment for us
    both. A simple gesture. One that we've not repeated since last summer.

       A surge goes through my dick. Song Bird's eyes are filled with
    interesting emotions. I answer the boy's plea by sliding my hands
    around his hips to grip his slippery butt. I notice with a pleasant
    surprise that he's grown some there. His cheeks were smaller in my
    hands last summer, of this I am sure.

       Song Bird smiles when he reaches for Willow Bird's butt. He enjoys
    the warmth of his friend's body in the river. Deep feelings well up
    inside him. Just like they had last summer. The young boy is ready for
    his friend to make love with him.

       My heart soars like an eagle! My young friend's face shows deep
    longing for me. It's the same emotion that I had seen on Big Horn's
    face yesterday, though appearing more gently. My hopes are realized
    when I see my friend smile. I have no doubt as to what the boy is
    offering me.

       Our eyes stare into one another's for a long moment. I feel my dick
    rise against the fleshy swelling of my friend's pole. His small hands
    clutch my butt. I pull the boy closer to my breast. All of my hopes
    have been realized.

       All around us are the gentle sounds of the river. It seems calm.
    Yet I feel like a storm cloud! The boy's breath pants hot on me. I too
    must gasp for air from the intense sensation of holding his body close
    to mine. A deep sense of love and friendship bursts inside me. The
    exciting tingles in my dick urge me to make love with this young boy
    right now.

       "I love you..." I whisper to the dear boy in my arms. It's the true
    voice of my heart that speaks. Yet I'm astonished to have spoken so
    freely. Fearing that my young friend may react badly, I lower my eyes
    from his to stare at the flowing river.

    (Song Bird opens his mouth as if to say something but he remains silent.
    He can only nod his head to what his friend has just spoken to him.)

       I find Song Bird's eyes, his beautiful brown flowing with gentleness
    into mine. He has a soft smile on his face. When his hands squeeze my
    butt, I feel a deep pang of emotion weaken my resolve. My eyes mirror
    what I'm feeling inside. I'm truly naked before my friend.

    (Song Bird is alarmed by his friend's tears. When the older boy struggles
    against them so as to not appear weak, the youth calms. He rests his head
    on Willow Bird until he's recovered.)

       I quench my sobs though my eyes still flow unbidden. I hold the boy
    close to me, his warm breast against mine. I love him so fiercely that
    it's almost pain!  My weakness must disturb him. I try to be strong.
    The muddy river flows past our oneness for a long while before I find
    my voice again.

       "We should get back to the bank now," I suggest to Song Bird in a
    whisper. He lifts his head and shows the deep longing in his brown eyes
    for me. It's not a boy's expression but one I've seen in Big Horn's
    fiery eyes.

       I glance down at the muddy current. Between our bodies, sticking up
    hard against our bellies are two horny dicks. We're now of one heart.
    It's time to share in the fleshy pleasure that comes from our new bond.

       I lovingly pull Song Bird's body onto mine. My erection slides over
    his, thrusting in drum-beated time. My hands are cupped under his
    wiggly butt. His body is slippery in the cold water. The boy stands on
    his toes to fully embrace our lusty struggle. He tries to keep a grip
    on my butt.

       The river flows past our straining bodies. My first mating with the
    boy is beginning clumsily. In Big Horn's arms I felt the building
    pleasure of our dicks towards release. This boy is too short. His
    erection stabs my balls. Our bodies slip and slide too much in the cold
    water. I gently push my friend's wild body away.

       "What's wrong?" asks Song Bird. "I really want us to make love like
    you had done with Big Horn!"

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