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To Dance Within (MM)
by Vince Water (vince_water@hotmail.Com)
Indian Boys at Play - Copyright 1998 by Vince Water - I welcome
comments and suggestions on all my Indian boy stories. Send E-mail
to me at: Vince_Water@HotMail.Com - PLEASE NOTE that this story is
intended for the reading pleasure of adults above the age of
twenty-one. It may be freely distributed so long as none of its
content is changed.- Vince Water
A white youth of eleven has been left in the care of a Shoshone
medicine man while is uncle is away on a trade. The Indian boys
have shown David their exciting and different ways. He hopes to
remain with his new friends on their reservation even after his
uncle returns. David likes being an Indian boy.
David held the delicate thing in the palm of his hand. It felt
cool. There was some mud staining its angry crimson color. The boy
knew that in nature, red often meant danger. That was very true
for what he would be attempting with the mushroom on this night of
the full moon.
A red man had used it and survived. His name was Sha-sa-took, a
medicine man of the Shoshone Indians. He had performed the
dangerous ritual so that he could dance like the other men around
the tribal fire. His dance was not in the flesh but had been
performed from within; his spirit.
The shaman Sha-sa-took had explained it to David as being a part
of a waking dream that allowed him to perform beyond the limits of
his crippled body. He ate a red mushroom in the ritual. That's
what had given the man back the use of his legs so that he could
dance. The mid-summer celebration had been to honor the Great
Mystery, their Indian God. Participating in that honored ritual
had been worth the risk to his life.
David carefully wiped the mud away from his mushroom with spit
from his fingers. He studied its crimson cap. It was a rather
small mushroom. The only one that he could find as Sha-sa-took
directed. The rotting trees he searched bore other kinds of
mushrooms. The delicious grays were the most plentiful along with
the white ones. Only a single red-capped mushroom had been found
in the woods. The boy hoped it would be enough for him to perform
his own dance 'within.'
The shaman had told the boy that he was of age to attempt the
dangerous journey. It rarely killed the traveler. A boy who
performed the ritual was often given visions of his future. The
hope of 'seeing what will come to pass' had interested David. He
desperately wanted to learn which path his life would follow.
The boy eagerly ran back into the Indian Reservation. He darted
from the forest cover of sparse trees, leaped over a small creek
and ran towards the dusty flat lands. That water way marked the
boundary of Shoshone territory given to them from the United
States Government. White people were discouraged from entering the
reservation of the red man but he was permitted. Sha-sa-took had
taken the boy into his lodge as the son he'd lost long ago.
David smiled when he looked down at himself when he ran. He felt
cooled on his skin where the wind flapped his two deerskin cloths
against his body. The man had gifted him with a real Indian
breechclout. It wasn't much in the way of cover: the front flap
hid his dick and balls but from behind, his butt stuck out from
the small rear flap. It was often pinched by the other boys. His
white skin and brown hair would forever set him apart from the
others yet in his heart, he wanted to become an Indian boy!
David flew down the path to the lodges as a free spirit. The boy
was very happy today. He laughed at the stare an Indian girl gave
him when passing her gathering basket. His pale body must have
looked funny in a scanty breechclout.
David thought back to the day when he had stood against one of
their mud houses in his sagging pants. He had lost his shirt
earlier. Sha-sa-took offered him an Indian boy's flaps to wear.
With only a moment's hesitation, he had dropped his pants and
replaced it with a thong belt tied around his slim waist and two
flaps of soft golden deerskin folded over it.
At first, he had felt embarrassed to walk about the reservation
practically naked. The two cloths didn't seem to cover his body
enough. The other boys giggled at the sight of him. Their butts
were flat and lean while his stuck out. One boy had been curious
about the Christian cut to his penis. When he dared to lift up
their front flaps for a peek, he was amazed in turn by their
thick-skinned poles.
That day with David's new friends had begun as one of
exploration. The Indian boys examined his pale body while he
sheepishly looked over theirs. Some of the younger boys went
totally nude. All their bodies were slim, sun-burned red and
smooth skinned. David had fine hair covering much of his arms and
legs that amazed the Indian boys.
Their gentle curiosity soon turned to boldness. As dirty hands
from the Indian boys felt over David's body for its hair, one
youth boldly reached into the front of his breechclout. His
fingers pulled on David's groin hair and even dared to cup his
dick and balls. He tried squirming away but the six Indian boys
kept him trapped between them. Their naughty handling caused him
to become erected. When he saw that the boys had stiff dicks, his
uneasiness gave way to excitement.
No boy spoke any words that David could understand. It was only
through gestures and touching that they communicated their intent.
On that afternoon behind the mud houses, David's new friends had
shown him how his hard dick could be thrilled towards release.
Some of the boys masturbated. They stood back to back, their
butts touching while performing their very naked act. Their skin
rubbing game had been a simple one so David tried it for himself.
He giggled when seeing an older boy pulling over the erecting skin
of a younger boy who tried resisting from playing along. That
youth struggled free from his captor and ran to David. He led the
white boy's free hand down to his erection so that it could be
handled. David let go of his pole to offer his left hand instead.
The youth's dark burning eyes spoke of the thrills David's pulling
was offering him.
The little Indian boy reached his climax quickly. After he cried
out from the sweet pain, David released the boy's dick so that he
could finish pulling over his own. All of the other boys watched.
He tried ignoring their sly grins and embarrassing gestures of
encouragement. It was all too new to him. Their naked game of
touching private parts and each other was something the white boy
had never imagined before.
David giggled to himself. His sweet thoughts about naked boys was
giving him a hard on. It pushed the front cloth from his body
while he ran. He carefully cupped his left hand around his prize.
That hand had been the one he used to play the Indian boy's
rubbing game. If the mushroom hadn't been so difficult to gather
he would risk moving it to his right hand so that he could satisfy
his aching loins.
The boy glanced down at his free hand. It disappointed him that
he couldn't use it to handle his erection. Christian teachings
forbade one from using the right hand for dirty acts. He had to
use his left hand to wash his genitals or when wiping himself
after emptying his bowels. None of his Indian friends observed
those restrictions. They had used both hands when pulling over
their erection skins and that of their friends.
David shook his head in confusion. He wanted to become an Indian.
Theirs was a different kind of life; more free yet it was hard to
forget the very strict upbringing his parents had given him. The
Church had been a central part of their daily lives. They sang
many good songs and he listened to God's teachings from the solemn
robed man. How could he easily forget all of that?
The boy looked down at himself with a frown. His dick had shrunk
under his front flap. Once more, he became a properly acting boy
in God's eyes. He had lost his erection from thinking clean
thoughts. A pang of guilt filled him. His life amongst the Indians
seemed too good to be true.
David wondered when his uncle would be coming back for him. He
secretly hoped that it wouldn't be for a long, long while. There
wasn't any ill-will between the two of them; he hardly knew uncle
Renolds. He feared that his life as an Indian could come to an end
upon the man's return.
'When my uncle comes back, where will he take us?' David
wondered. As a trader in hard goods, the man had no proper home
and he was no longer accepted amongst the Amish. The boy was also
considered an outcast by Christian folk because of the manner of
his parent's death. The Shoshone had welcomed them. David hoped
that his uncle would allow him to remain with them.
David slowed to a walk when he neared the Indian village. Their
earth lodges came into sight. They were roughly shaped mounds made
from dried mud and grass which formed a single room sunken into
the ground. It remained cool inside because the floor was lower
than ground level. The entrance was wood-framed and had dirt steps
going down into it.
Sitting before some of the lodges were Indian women performing
chores while they gossiped. One wrinkled-skin squaw was grinding
dried corn seeds between two stones. Another was sewing a pair of
moccasins. David walked past them bare footed. Like the other
boys, he wouldn't be wearing their soft leather shoes until
becoming an adult. A Shoshone warrior wore moccasins, pants
leggings, a long cloth breechclout, painted war shirt and feathers
of the eagle in his hair. When David grew older, he too would
dress like a proud red man.
Sha-sa-took's earth lodge drew the boy to it. He quickened his
pace while butterflies seemed to be fluttering in his stomach. The
precious mushroom was held tightly in his clenched fingers. It
reminded him of the ritual he'd be undergoing this night. David
wondered if he'd survive it since his skin wasn't Indian red.
The youth descended the few steps into darkness. It was quiet
inside and very cool. There was the smell of burning wood and
scorched fat. No fire. The center pit was only smoldering. David's
eyes took a while to adjust as he stumbled around the lodge. He
almost tripped over the man sleeping over the floor. Covering him
was a large buffalo skin. Loud snoring came from his mouth so the
boy sat down nearby and waited.
David's thoughts went deep. He counted the number of months that
had passed since his uncle left him with the Shoshone. It had been
nearly `three moons' as the Indians would say. After the death of
his parents last winter, Renolds had become responsible for
looking after him. The man didn't remain with their people; his
business of trading had him constantly on the move.
Uncle Renolds had been considered a loner. That's what the man
told David to explain why he couldn't properly care for him and
his reason for leaving him on the Indian reservation. The man's
years of trading with the Shoshone People had permitted this
favor.
The only Indians who could speak German had been the chief and
the medicine man, Sha-sa-took. The white boy had been welcomed to
stay in the chief's lodge with his two wives and three daughters.
'Too many chatting females!' David quickly moved to Sha-sa-took's
lodge since he lived alone.
The medicine man once had a family. Though he wouldn't give David
their names, he had described their faces and all the things that
he had loved about them. Sha-sa-took's wife had been a good worker
who crafted many beautiful objects at his request. She died while
giving birth to their only son. The boy had grown up strong but
was killed at the age of twelve by U.S. soldiers for reasons no
one ever explained. That had happened five winters ago.
When David asked to stay with Sha-sa-took, he was taken into that
man's lodge as the son he'd lost. The move greatly surprised the
Indian chief since their medicine man had always remained alone;
no new wife to keep him company. The man was kind and very patient
with David. Their relationship became very nearly like that of
father and son.
David learned many fun things during his stay with the Shoshone.
He could ride a horse, throw a spear, swim in the river with his
head underwater, track and identify animals, dance, perform some
rituals and as always, he played with the other boys. Their Indian
speech has been slow to come to David, but if he could remain
longer with them, he was sure to learn all their words properly.
Sha-sa-took shifted his position over the mat. His breaths
remained even and noisy so David figured that the man still slept.
He would have to wait. Patience was one lesson that the medicine
man had already taught him. The boy wondered how patient Death
would be before claiming the ailing shaman.
The youth looked around Sha-sa-took's lodge to pass the time. The
man had few belongings; was he poor? What he did own seemed old
and worn out like the buffalo skin that the man used to cover
himself when asleep. He was respected by the other Indians but it
wasn't reflected in material goods. The medicine man seemed
content though.
Food was brought to them daily by the women yet none lingered to
stay and chat. Sha-sa-took received few visitors. He couldn't
easily leave his lodge because of his crippled legs. David
wondered when the shaman performed his duties as healer. In the
three months since staying with Sha-sa-took, no one had ever come
to be looked at by the medicine man.
David knew that Sha-sa-took could cure hurts. The man had used a
white paste of buffalo fat and crushed cactus plants to ease the
boy's sore penis. The skin of it had become red and chafed from
playing the Indian boys' rubbing game too often. A brown cream had
been given him to protect his pale skin from the harsh sun.
The medicine man had also known how to heal a person's inner
pain.
David had often cried during his first weeks at the reservation.
Sha-sa-took's soft words of comfort had helped the boy to overcome
the loss of his parents and to put him at ease from the worries
that sometimes arose in his head. He was a good man.
How old was the shaman? David was never told but he imagined that
the man was in his thirties. His face was smooth and brown unlike
the dried weathered faces of some of the old squaws. A slim body.
He wore his black hair long like the other Indian warriors. It
wasn't tied though. He rarely wore a shirt and his breechclout was
a soft lengthy cloth that covered the middle of his body.
Sometimes the boy was able to peek through the yellow folds for
the man's butt and his hairy loins.
Sha-sa-took grunted when he slowly sat up. His words startled the
white youth from his deep thoughts. "You make sad again?" he asked
while pointing to the boy's head.
David nodded and tried to smile. "I found a red-capped mushroom.
Only this one." He handed it to the shaman.
"Hmm. You are small," the medicine man answered. "Your spirit
soar high to full moon with it. More eating mushroom not good.
Take you away from me."
David understood the shaman's broken sentences. The man's German
had improved since they've been together. His own attempts at
their Indian language had not gone as well. The boy was glad that
Sha-sa-took didn't press him about it.
Something danced in the dark eyes of the shaman after he spoke.
David saw an intense emotion on the man's face but didn't
understand its cause. 'Is he much worried about my rite?' the
youth wondered. 'Much danger for me?'
Sha-sa-took grinned. That brought a relief to David who was
starting to have new worries about what he faced tonight. The man
touched his leg and spoke.
"You play with boys today?" He grinned while making a rubbing
gesture with his hand over the boy's front flap.
David blushed. When his dick had hurt him, he reluctantly
admitted to his naked acts the Indian boys had shared with him.
The shaman's white paste had eased its burning pain. After much
playing, his dick had become used to handling and no longer
chafed. He wondered why it was being mentioned now.
"You like play with a man?" Sha-sa-took gently asked. David
rapidly blinked his eyes. He often did that out of nervousness or
from the unexpected. The boy wondered what the shaman was asking
of him. No man had ever touched him that way; only the Indian
boys. Sha-sa-took awaited a reply so he spoke up. "I don't know.
Why do you ask?"
"Hmm. I think a thing in my head and to want if thing in yours,
too."
David's mind raced. He tried to gather up the meaning from the
man's broken German. It wasn't really clear. The boy shrugged his
shoulders and fixed his eyes on the mushroom in the shaman's hand.
"You sweated with me; felt good in my arms our bodies touched."
A memory struck the boy that could explain Sha-sa-took's words.
It was something unexpected and exciting that had happened between
them.
A few days ago, David saw the shaman being carried by two
warriors to a small hut set up on the bank of a river where the
Indian boys often swam. The hut was formed of elk hides stretched
over many tied branches. Tree bark covered the outside of the
structure. A small fire burning outside was used to heat stones.
Before their strange rite began, the warriors carried those
stones into their hut. The door flap was closed and harsh singing
could be heard from within. It was quite a spectacle to the white
youth who had never seen such a thing before.
David stood nearby while the three men remained in the hut. Puffs
of steam had sometimes erupted from it that reminded the boy of
his mother's tea kettle. He couldn't imagine how the men endured
such heat.
They hadn't for long. The two naked warriors hurriedly left their
hut to cool off in the river with a swim. What had surprised David
was seeing the men's long dicks sticking out from their bodies.
Like the boys, theirs had a thick brown skin around the long
manhood shafts. He wondered if they had been playing the `rubbing
game' inside.
Sha-sa-took had remained in the steaming hut. David went to it
and peeked in through the open door flap; the shaman was sitting
just inside over his folded legs. He gestured for the boy to join
him.
David had felt the escaping steam and heat through the doorway.
It took much coaxing from Sha-sa-took to bring the boy inside with
him. He explained what the warriors and him had been doing: it was
a sweat bath rite. Water had been poured over the heated stones to
steam their bodies for a ridding of evil influences and poisons
which poured out of their skin. The shaman suggested that David's
young body should undergo the cleansing rite.
The boy reluctantly agreed. As he entered the small hut, his
breechclout was pulled from his waist by the man's hands and he
was brought down to sit in his lap. Sha-sa-took's swollen manhood
pressed against the boy's bottom.
It had been very hot and steamy inside the sweat hut. Heat from
the stones burned David's face and chest. Some cool water poured
over his head eased his discomfort but what made him uncomfortable
was sitting naked with the man. A strange experience. The boy had
felt a little scared, a bit too hot but very excited from the
slippery nakedness of their touching bodies.
David's pole became erected. He thought about pulling over it but
felt scared with the shaman there. It was silly since he had
already admitted playing that game of the Indian boys. For all he
knew, those two warriors could have been playing it with Sha-sa-
took earlier.
They shared the sweat bath for only a short while. The two
warriors returned and carried the shaman with his boy out of their
hut in a playful attack. They were tossed into the river together.
Words were spoken between the warriors and some gestures made
about David that he couldn't understand. Often, the dark eyes of
Sha-sa-took had fallen on him during their swim.
Since that day, David noticed the man's bright eyes on him. There
seemed to be a change in the way Sha-sa-took looked at him and how
he acted. A bit scary. The boy wondered if he had done something
to anger the shaman.
"Why making sad?" the man asked to stir David from his deep
thoughts.
He squeezed the youth's leg affectionately.
The boy looked into Sha-sa-took's dark eyes with some boldness.
He asked, "Did you play the `rubbing game' with those two
warriors?"
"Ah. You think a thing in your head and in my head," he replied.
"The warriors strong in their display as men but not to play game.
Have wives for that. No. The heat make that. You inside hut with
me strong be from heat. When I hold you, the thing go in my head
to play but I did not."
David's face was burning. He couldn't bring himself to admit that
he had thought about playing too.
The shaman squeezed the boy's leg again. He smiled when seeing
the youth's livid face that shown easily because of its normally
pale color. An idea came into the man's head; an exciting thing to
try that would test the boy's readiness.
David watched as the man's hand roamed up his leg. He felt its
heat shooting into him like an arrow. The man's fingers pushed
under the front flap of his breechclout and softly touch upon his
balls. They were gently tickled. The neat sensation raised up the
fine hairs of his body with many goose bumps forming over his
legs. He felt a blood-warm stirring inside his pole. It lifted up.
While the boy's body enjoyed the man's caresses, his head formed
troubling thoughts. He wondered why a full-grown man wanted to try
naked things with a boy. All that Sha-sa-took had said to him went
round and round in his head: playing the dick-pulling game of the
boys, how the two warriors had their wives for that and how the
shaman asked if he'd like to play with a man.
David tried coming up with an answer as to why Sha-sa-took was
interested in him that way. He knew that the Indian youths played
their skin rubbing game because it felt good; a need of the male
body like pissing. He knew that it was naughty behavior yet he did
it himself in defiance to the Church that had abandoned him. The
Indians had taught him new ways. Things that had made him feel
good about himself and his new life with them.
Sha-sa-took was a good man; the boy trusted him. Living together
had made them become close like that of father and son. But they
really weren't. David had lost his father and mother and the
medicine man had lost his wife and son. They had come together to
form a new loving family; white boy with Indian man.
David's heart beat faster in his chest. His breaths were coming
as gasps while within his breechclout was a fully-formed erection.
He knew that the man could see it pushing his front flap. The base
of his dick was tickled by the man's fingers. It seemed that the
shaman was too shy to take it in hand unlike his Indian friends
who freely played their skin-pulling game with him behind the
earth lodges.
"You strong in body," asked Sha-sa-took "but why sad inside?"
David avoided the man's seeking eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
He didn't know what to say. The shaman's fingers ended their
naughty tickling. His balls were still being held and his hard
dick pressed against the sweaty warmth of the man's palm. He
lowered his eyes in embarrassment, noticing the telling bulge in
the shaman's breechclout. Seeing the man's erection put him a
little at ease.
David remembered sitting over the shaman's lap in the sweat hut
and feeling his swollen cock against his butt. 'A hard brown
snake!' It had been a thrilling moment they shared though they
didn't play the game together. The boy gasped with intense
excitement at the thought that they were going to play it now.
David suddenly hiccuped. His chest felt pained when it happened
again and it didn't seem like they would be going away soon. Sha-
sa-took saw the boy's distress. He pulled his hand from the
youth's breechclout and lifted the boy by his under arms. David
was turned around and brought to sit in the shaman's lap.
Sha-sa-took wrapped his arms around David's chest and started
squeezing. The boy felt their tightening embrace and the warmth of
the man's chest pressing against his back. The strong arms around
him kept squeezing. David began to panic; he couldn't breathe!
When David fought to escape the shaman's tight arms, the man
spoke to explain what he was doing. "Our hug make it go away!"
The boy was gasping for air. In spite of the shaman's good
intentions, the squeezing was scaring him. The hiccups continued
to wrack through his small body; they were really hurting! So were
the man's strong arms. Just when the youth thought he couldn't
take the pain any longer, Sha-sa-took released him. The boy took
in a tremendous breath.
The shaman gently held the youth in his lap and listened to his
breaths; no more hiccuping. He waited a long moment to be sure.
"Ah. Gone away?"
David held a breath and released it. It was true... They had
gone. The man's scary hugging had chased his hiccups away. It was
yet another thing the shaman had shown him about his healing
power.
Sha-sa-took smiled. He felt David's body relaxing in his arms;
trust had been returned. His hands went to the boy's slim
shoulders in a massage. After giving pain, the man wanted to
pleasure the youth. His fingers kneaded the soft muscles. The
boy's head drooped forward. Sha-sa-took enjoyed handling the
youth's pale body with his hands. A privilege to be touching such
a cute young boy.
The man noticed his body's reaction to their closeness. He was
getting excited in a man's way like he felt when in the arms of
his wife under their sleeping hide. It surprised him. He recalled
his sweet embrace with David in the sweat hut and how his cock had
urged him for a joining of their male bodies... but he was a
proven man; a son had been put into his wife so why was he
attracted to this boy?
It wasn't unknown amongst their People for two males to sexually
join. Boys usually played it as games with each other so that when
taking wives, they'd know how to perform. It was rarely continued
into adulthood. There was the whispered talk about two young
braves from another tribe who joined themselves as life
companions. It was said that they shared their hunt, slept in the
same lodge and laid under one sleeping hide together.
Sha-sa-took shook his head in dismay. Those two braves knew what
they were doing as grown men but David was only a boy. Even if he
could get himself to accept his attraction to another male, how
could the youth? And how would he get their bodies to join in a
way more meaningful than the boy's simple game?
David noticed that the massage had stopped. He shook his head so
that his long hair would tickle against the shaman's hands to get
him back to it. The ploy worked. Sha-sa-took returned to massaging
with his strong hands going down his back. They reached forward to
the boy's belly and slowly rose up to his chest. David's nipples
pushed out under the man's encircling finger motion. The man's
touching was getting his pole very hard. It made him want to play
with himself.
A kiss went to David's neck. He felt the shaman's breath on him
and another kiss was planted there. Their strangeness made the
youth uneasy but his dick surged with nice thrills. Against his
butt, he felt the man's erection thumping between their
breechclouts. The man's strong hands held him very close. At that
moment, David realized that the man wanted to do more than play
the naked games of his Indian friends with him. Do love things.
David thought about it. He trusted Sha-sa-took in everything and
loved him. The man was like a father to him and more... but in
that way too? He never knew that his small body could experience
male pleasure until his games with the other Indian boys. The
shaman was like an older boy who needed to play with him since he
didn't have a wife for that.
The kisses ended. Hands from the shaman fell away from the boy to
rest over the dirt. Silence. David felt awkward so he shifted his
position over the man's legs as if his weight may have been
putting them to sleep. He felt that something should be said to
explain his movement so he blurted out, "Were they hurting?"
"No. My legs not anything," replied Sha-sa-took.
The words puzzled David. He asked, "What does that mean `your
legs not anything?'"
Sha-sa-took reached around the boy sitting over him and struck
his legs with his fists. "No thing in them. My legs no feel pain
and no can move."
"Why? What happened to them?" David asked. Only silence came
after his bold question upon the shaman causing him to regret
having asked it.
Sha-sa-took was deep in thought. He went back in time to when he
could walk. 'Ah. the freedom of going wherever I wanted!' David
fidgeted over his legs; his unfeeling useless legs. He would tell
the boy. "Evil spirits sneaked in my legs to eat them one dark
night. They knew I was weak from sad in my head when son die. I
almost die but not. My body sweated in big heat to chase evil
spirits away. Days go and go. I awaken with legs no good."
David nodded. He had heard about people getting really sick with
a fever that could make them die. It was caused by disease. That's
what it sounded like what happened to the shaman.
"Look my legs," asked Sha-sa-took. "The evil spirits' bite
marks."
David leaned forward to examine the man's legs. Over both of them
were ugly black marks that proved it was a disease. His heart was
pained for the shaman.
Sha-sa-took swallowed the anger in his throat. He didn't like
talking about his legs since after losing them, his People had
stopped coming to be healed. He had already lost his wife at
childbirth, lost his son and then suffered a near-death attack
from evil spirits which took away his ability to walk and care for
himself as a man. His tribe had to take care of him. It made his
life empty without having responsibilities for himself and his
People. When David came along, it made the shaman useful again.
The ignorant white youth had to be taught many things if he were
to become a true human being.
The boy was bent over to see the black marks on the man's legs.
Sha-sa-took watched the cheeks of his pale butt opening under his
breechclout. He lifted the rear flap for a peek. The boy's
innermost nakedness revealed a smooth pink hole. It excited the
shaman.
David felt a warm breath over his backside. The man was lifting
the rear of his breechclout and the boy knew he was looking into
his butt. Hanging down close to his cheeks was his small balls. A
thrill went through him from the man's peeking. He continued to
bend over as if to look some more at the black marks.
Sha-sa-took had looked into butts before as tribal medicine man.
They were a troublesome part of a person's body that sometimes
needed a healing paste to ease discomfort. He was surprised that
peeking at this white youth's pink hole was making his cock surge
with lust. The man suddenly knew how their male bodies could join
if the boy would allow it. He had a nice butthole; tighter than a
woman's opening and likely a better feel around his stabs if his
long dick could fit in it. The man gently pressed his fingers into
the crack of the youth's butt to tickle over his smooth pink
opening down to his soft balls.
David felt his hole being touched. It sent a tremendous surge
through his erection as if he were handling it. His balls were
also tickled. He knew that what the man was doing to him was very
naughty. Not even the Indian boys had dared to try such a naked
thing!
Sha-sa-took discovered to his amusement that his hand had crept
within his breechclout to handle his hard cock. Its manly
excitement oozed to his fingers. He switched hands so that his
sticky essence could be brought to the boy's opening. Gently, he
pushed a finger inside. The boy's pink hole took it in like a
mouth that was thirsty for what more his loins could put in there.
The shaman began an in and out fingering to test the youth's
williness to be fucked.
David became very embarrassed from the man's playing with his
butthole. He didn't understand his interest for it. Slowly, the
boy sat up and acted as if nothing had happened.
"I saw the black marks over your legs," the boy whispered. "There
are many of them."
"Yes. Evil spirit bites," answered Sha-sa-took. He too kept from
saying anything about the boy's butthole. His fingers had tested
the youth and found him willing if not somewhat shy about how
their bodies could join man to boy.
The shaman lovingly reached his arms around the trembling youth
and held him close. It was awkward that the two of them seemed to
want to make love but neither willing to admit or act upon it
openly. Sha-sa-took knew that imbibing the red mushroom will make
the boy more receptive to what was planned for him. The Great
Mystery may put visions in the youth's head to guide his spirit
while the man definately planned to put his seed in the young
flesh. 'Oh, it will be a wonderful full-moon rite!'
A noise drew their attention to the doorway. Coming down into
their lodge was a woman with her gathering basket offering them
her morning greeting. The man was holding his new son in his lap.
She smiled to see that the white youth was being so well cared
for.
David sprang up from the shaman's legs. He went to the woman and
was given her basket filled with food: fresh fruit, a piece of
honeycomb and some strips of freshly smoked meat. The boy felt his
stomach rumbling with hunger.
The woman didn't stay long. She gave Sha-sa-took a few words of
news then left their earth lodge. David lowered the basket to the
man's lap and sat at his side in anticipation of their breakfast.
The man wouldn't eat. He waved his hand over the food in a gesture
that it was not to be taken.
"Remember I say no can eat," explained Sha-sa-took. "Your rite
tonight."
David sadly shook his head. The shaman had told him that food
wasn't taken on the day of a ritual. He would have to fast until
its passing. The small red mushroom came to mind - he would be
making a risky meal of it!
"Go," asked the shaman. "I have things to do so go out and play.
Eat not! And no do thing with your pole. Save it for me tonight!"
The boy was already climbing the short stairs of their lodge when
he heard the last strange request. It excited David with the
promise that the man would be playing love things with him in the
ritual.
The boy moped around the Indian camp and avoided the other boys.
He didn't want to be tempted into playing any of their naked
games. There were mostly old women to be found. They sat over
woven ground mats before their lodges to sew clothes, prepare food
and to gossip with each other. Their cracked voices lowered
whenever he came near. It wasn't like he could understand what the
women were saying but he felt that they might be talking about
him.
David noticed that there were fewer men on the reservation than
women. Some old men could be seen but not many young men; had they
been killed off? The boy remembered hearing about Sha-sa-took's
only son who had been shot by the soldiers. Did that explain why
there were so few warriors? He kept his eyes out for them. When a
young man came into sight, the boy leaned against the rounded wall
of an earth lodge to study him. Did he look concerned?
The Indian warrior went shirtless. His hairless chest was muscled
and had brown rounded nipples sticking out that was very
attractive to the boy to see in a man. Hanging down between them
was a small leather bundle on a thong necklace. A headband kept
the man's long black hair out of his face. His waist was covered
with a lengthy deerskin cloth for his breechclout. He also wore
pants leggings and moccasins for his feet. To David, he looked
strong and proud without any concern for being spied on.
A squeezing was felt in the boy's stomach when he saw the warrior
lift his front flap to piss. It was a common enough thing amongst
the Indians. All the boys urinated to the dirt without a care of
being seen and it was also true for the men. The warrior held his
thick dick between his fingers and let go. His yellow stream
raised some dust when it struck the dry earth. The man's balls
couldn't be seen; they were tucked within the forward fold of his
breechclout. His dick wasn't hard with excitement so its knob was
hidden within its foreskin. The boy had a strange yearning to see
it.
When the young warrior glanced in his direction, David lifted his
front flap to piss. He couldn't think of anything else to do that
would keep the man from wondering. To the boy's dismay, his pole
had become hard. It was difficult to coax his urine out with the
man watching him.
The warrior finished. He walked up to the white youth with his
front flap still lifted against his belly. David eyed the man's
thickly skinned dick hanging down. His pink pole was curiously
looked over in turn by the Indian man who seemed amazed that its
foreskin had been cut. The warrior knew that it lessened the boy's
ability to grow into manhood so a rite would be performed to
restore it.
The Indian slid the front end of his breechclout sideways over
his thong belt to expose his loins. He pulled away the white boy's
front cloth. He was relieved to see that there was still a
roundness to his small balls; the youth hadn't been castrated like
a gelded male horse. The man's rite began when he pressed the
loose folded tip of his brown cock against the boy's pink head to
fit it through until their knobs touched inside. It was a very
tickly sensation to the youth since his erection was feeling very
sensitive from being hard.
The shaft of David's stiff pole was taken into the man's hand and
pulled into the rubbery foreskin some more. Thrills shot through
it. He could feel moist heat surrounding his dick and its
sensitive tip rubbed against the swelling knob of the man's. A
back and forth pulling motion was made over both their connected
dicks to extend the man's long forskin over more of the boy's pink
erection. The Indian warrior managed to wrap it nearly down to the
youth's balls making David's erection look Indian brown and thick.
The young warrior seemed pleased by his accomplishment. He kept
his thick foreskin extended as far as it would go around the boy's
erection within the forming 'o' of his thumb and fingers. David
felt the man's hand tighten, pinching his shaft inside. The boy
wondered what it was accomplishing. The man's act looked similar
to the boy's thrilling dick game but it wasn't.
A strange gesture was made to David. The Indian man pointed at
his navel and made a sweeping motion down from it through his dick
to the man's dick he was connected to and ending at the man's
navel. The flowing gesture was repeated in the reversed direction
with the man ending his gesture by pointing at David's navel.
'What does it mean?' he wondered.
The Indian grunted. He squeezed his extended forskin around the
boy's dick and after a moment, David felt something warm entering
his dick from the man's. It became a steady flow that made a
filling sensation in his bladder. A liquid dripped from the man's
tight fingers to the dirt. The boy's eyes widened with
understanding.
When the warrior's flow ended, he made the navel pointing gesture
'from boy to man'. David knew that it was his turn to piss. He
made a pushing from his bladder to force his urine through the
man's dick from his dick. The extended foreskin only leaked a
little in the man's tight hand. When he finished, the man repeated
his pointing gesture and David felt his bladder slowly filling. It
was a very odd sensation.
The warrior squeezed his extended foreskin around the boy's dick
and repeated his 'from boy to man' gesture. David pissed into the
man until his bladder was empty again. He felt an increasing
pressure against the head of his dick from the man's swelling
knob. His pink dick was slowly being pushed from the brown
foreskin. It seemed that their back and forth pissing rite was
getting the warrior very excited.
With a knowing grin, the warrior began a lusty pulling over his
long foreskin while keeping a hold of David's pink dick to keep it
inside. Pleasure shown in the man's dark eyes when he masturbated.
The boy felt thrilled to see the dick pulling game of the boys'
being performed by a man and he realized that at its ending,
something other than urine was going to flow from 'man to boy'!
David reached out to the warrior's hips and held them to keep
their bodies steady next to each other. The back and forth pulling
of the man's foreskin extending over the boy's erection gave him
some nice thrills but not enough to get the boy to explode. He
also remembered Sha-sa-took's words: 'no do thing with your pole -
save it for me!' so the youth tried keeping himself from achieving
climax. It was difficult.
The Indian warrior used both his hands to align the piss holes of
their touching knobs within his foreskin. David took a nervous
look around for anyone watching. Pissing to the ground in public
was one thing but what the man was performing with him was
something better done behind the earth lodges. That's where the
boys kept their dick playing from being seen by the girls.
Luckily, it was the afternoon. The heat kept most people inside
their lodges and there were no girls or women in sight. David
hoped that the man's lusty rite would end soon before they were
caught.
This thing must have also been in the warrior's head since he
rushed his dick towards climax. His breaths were held. He glared
at the white youth and thought him fortunate to be receiving this
manly rite from him. It was a thing he'd often done in his youth
with boyhood friends to empower their small balls to make seed.
His unusually long foreskin was the key to making it happen.
The warrior's balls tingled in warning. His low grunt of
satisfaction announced that he was cumming and David had his dick
squeezed to prevent the foreskin from leaking the passage of the
man's precious gift to him. The boy felt a strong flow into his
dick. It was warmer than urine the man had pissed to his bladder
earlier. The boy rapidly blinked his eyes. He realized that the
man's sperm had gone into him!
The warrior gestured to the white youth what had been
accomplishment from his empowering rite. He pointed at his handful
of balls and made a sweeping motion up from them to his dick and
through the boy's dick until pointing down at the boy's pink
balls. Then the man raised his arm and tightened its muscles in a
show of strength while pointing back at the youth. David
understood. As the man had filled his bladder with his urine, his
lusty rite had sent manly seed from his mature loins to fill the
boy's small balls so that they too would develop into a man's.
They stood together for a while to ensure the flow of manly seed
down into the boy's immature loins. The warrior slowly pulled over
his thick foreskin around David's erection so that the boy would
know what it felt like to have intact glans. It was very
pleasurable for both man and boy.
David remembered where they were. He kept a nervous look around
for anyone passing their way. The warrior didn't seem concerned
and often smiled down at him. He reached out to the youth's soft
brown hair and stroked it to put him at ease.
A young brave happened by. He greeted the proud warrior and
passed the white youth with a smug grin on his face; his hand
lifting to the boy with only his index finger outstretched in a
hard male gesture. It embarrassed David that the brave had noticed
his erection but too he felt excited by its discovery. If the boy
had been caught showing a hard pole by his own Christian people,
they wouldn't have so easily passed him by with only a smile for
punishment. David was glad that he was living amongst the free
Indians.
The warrior pulled back his rubbery foreskin to release the boy's
dick. It was left covered in white sperm. With his fingers, the
man held the youth's piss hole open while pushing the globs of his
thick cum into it. David gasped. He saw how differently a man's
release looked when compared to his water squirts that came out
after playing the Indian boys' game. He hoped that the man's rite
would get his body to quickly mature.
The Indian man pointed at his navel with a grin. He aimed his
brown dick down at the ground and pissed. It was a strong flow
that lasted for a while. David knew that the man's bladder was
full from both of their bodies. Within his body was the man's
seed. Knowing that gave him a strange sense of satisfaction and
excitement.
David watched the Indian warrior pull the front cloth of his
breechclout forward to cover his loins. Pride shown on his face
for the man's powerful body and what it could perform. With a
silent hand wave, the Indian turned from him and walked away. He
would always remember what the kind man had done for him that day.
David felt a powerful urge from his erection to play with it but
he remembered the shaman's words so he ran to the river for a cool
swim. 'That will make it go down,' he hoped. The boy didn't go to
the usual places since he needed to avoid his Indian boy friends.
He knew they'd be in the water to escape the heat of the
afternoon. A new swimming spot had to be found further from camp.
During his long walk, David's upcoming ritual was ever in his
mind. He wondered if things would be revealed to him of the
future; will he become an Indian as Sha-sa-took's adopted son or
will his uncle be returning to take him away. He also wondered if
he'd survive eating the red mushroom that allowed him his dance
within.
When the boy felt that he'd traveled far enough along the winding
river, he untied the thong belt from around his waist and dropped
his breechclout to the muddy bank. Naked, the boy waded into the
slow moving water. His sweaty body enjoyed the cool relief. After
a long swim of diving for stones, splashing at turtles sunning
themselves on the bank and practicing holding his breath
underwater, the boy left the river to dry himself. The hot sun
felt good over his body. He enjoyed this moment of being alone
before his ritual. A way of looking at everything for the last
time in case the mushroom killed him. David giggled. He really
didn't think Sha-sa-took would risk losing another son.
Thoughts began flying around in the boy's head. He still didn't
have answers as to why the shaman was interested in him. His body
was smallish and undeveloped. There were only a few black hairs on
his groin to show off like the older Indian boys though he could
squirt out after playing with his dick. That was the envy of the
younger boys.
David wondered about something else. 'Does a man need to come out
when his dick gets hard?' He knew that the warrior's release was
done in ritual to quicken the development of his growing body.
'Was it ever done for fun?' The boy remembered feeling the
shaman's swollen cock against his butt in the sweat hut but the
man didn't play with himself like a boy would have. The man was
also excited when peeking at his hole... he even dared to touch
it. 'Does Sha-sa-took really like my butt?'
The youth reached back to handle himself there. Although his butt
was small when compared to the shaman's, his cheeks were nicely
rounded. Soft and warm under the boy's exploring hand. An exciting
tremor went through him from touching his cheeks. He wondered what
the man liked about them. 'My hole?' With his body still dripping
from the river, the boy slipped his finger into his butt's
entrance like Sha-sa-took had done. It felt tight and unyielding.
'What would the man be wanting to do with that part of my body?'
A revealing notion dropped into David's head. He thought of that
naked Indian girl he had spied on at the river. She had a small
opening in the front of her body where a boy's dick could fit into
her. He had gotten that idea from watching an older Indian boy
embrace an unsuspecting youth from behind and make a playful
bucking into his butt as if he were a girl. The youth had cried
out in pain, separating their bodies. All the boys had laughed at
him. 'Is the shaman interested in fitting his cock into my rear
end?'
David shook his head in disbelief. He wondered how such a dumb
idea could have entered his head. Sha-sa-took had stuck into his
wife to bring him a son; not to play like the Indian boys with
their naked games and showing off. Yet for a moment, he imagined
what it would be like sitting over the man's legs 'with his hard
cock sticking between the cheeks of my butt moving in and out.'
A giggle escaped the boy's lips. He reached down for his
breechclout and tied it around his waist. Hidden beneath the front
flap was his hard pole. It had grown long from thinking about Sha-
sa-took being with him that way. The rest of the afternoon was
spent wandering among the earth lodges while he imagined similar
things. It was very difficult for David not to join the Indian
boys in male relief.
By early evening, David returned to the shaman's earth lodge. He
found the man sleeping under his buffalo hide snoring loudly. With
his empty belly rumbling, the boy felt too weary to sit and wait.
He joined Sha-sa-took in sleep.
David woke with a start. He felt the building heat from the
central fire pit against his skin and heard the shaman's low
chanting. Through the lodge's smoke hole, he saw the glow of the
full moon. Its brilliance chased all the stars away. His stomach
filled with frantic butterflies from the thought that his
dangerous rite was soon to begin.
"Rise up," asked Sha-sa-took. "You dance within and from out
tonight."
David grinned. Though the man's words were wrong, he understood
what was being said. He rose up from the ground and stood before
the shaman. The fire revealed the painted colors drawn over the
man's face and arms.
A kind of finger painting he had done in school over white paper.
A small bowl was brought out for David to eat from. The boy
eagerly took a piece and gobbled it down as the man watched. He
recognized the taste. It was good smoked meat with a bitter flavor
lingering in his mouth. The boy's eyes flashed in alarm. He knew
what had been mixed in with his ritual meal.
"Eat all so you to dance within," explained the shaman. "It a
good journey from here (while pointing at the ground) to the Above
(while pointing upwards). I will join you."
David watched the shaman eat a few strips of smoked meat from his
bowl. Not as much as he had taken. The empty bowl was put down and
a medicine rattle taken in hand by the man. Its shaking announced
the beginning of the boy's sacred rite. He was asked to dance
around the blazing fire.
A great joy went through David to participate in a rite as if he
were a real Indian. He stomped his legs and swung his arms in a
hearty display. The fire's heat made his body sweat. The man's
rattling was loud in his ears and soon his head began to spin.
When the youth thought that he couldn't stand up any longer, he
dropped down at the man's legs. A small water skin was given him
to drink from. The liquid was flavored. It went down his throat
and put out the fire that had been burning deep in his belly. His
head still swam.
"You go soon," warned Sha-sa-took. "Remember to keep both feet on
mother earth so you to return from the Above!"
David stood up as he was asked. As if in slow motion, he watched
the shaman pull away his two flaps from around his body to bare
him. His pole was standing up against his belly with its urgent
need for relief. "I have to go outside," he asked. "I'll be right
back!"
Sha-sa-took shook his head though he understood what pained the
youth.
"Your rite begin so must stay! I will drink it."
David blinked his eyes with surprise. He watched the shaman take
hold of his sides and lean forward with his mouth opening around
the tip of his erection. It slipped in. With a soft pat over his
rear end, Sha-sa-took urged the youth to piss. It took the boy a
moment but he managed to let go. The man eagerly drank it and he
even sucked over his hard pole for more. The thrills felt nice
from his dick. He had to close his eyes from the strangeness of
what the man was doing to him.
Flashes of lightning seeped through the boy's eyelids from the
ritual fire. In his ears was a raging storm. The shaman's strong
hands steadied his body while he felt his spirit being freed. His
weary flesh remained on the earth. David leaped up through the
lodge's smoke hole to soar high into night's sky.
The brilliant stars crackled all around the boy. They danced
wildly around the silvery moon that stared at him with a silent
grin. He came upon a high cliff. Without the use of wings, David
had to climb it. He reached up to the next stony protrusion and
lifted his left foot onto a toehold. His butt flexed from the
climb. In the front of him, he felt his stiff pole pushing into a
hole in the rock.
The high cliffs formed a statue. David stood against the stony
shape of a kneeling man who held him close, mouth on his groin.
The boy felt cool hands over his butt, urging his forward stabs.
Wonderful thrills were building in his erection. He couldn't reach
down to play with himself because of his death grip on the rock
ledge.
The sensation was becoming too intense. More thrilling than if
someone were pulling over his stiff dick with their hand. He was
going to be pissing something other than urine in the man's mouth
if he didn't stop soon...
"I'm going to squirt!" David shouted. He felt his dick stiffen
and spit into the thirsty mouth. It made the stone man grin. Much
pleasure was felt from the boy's loins when they came to fruition.
The youth cried out in his high-pitched voice as he fell. His
hands flung out to grab onto something that could break his fall.
The ground came up. There was no crushing stop when his feet
returned to the earth. He had remembered Sha-sa-took's words.
David felt his body being turned to the setting sun. Its heat was
tremendous! He looked for a place in the river to swim but none
could be found. On the bank, his butt opened so that he could
finger his hole. It stuck in with the ease of a slippery tongue.
The in and out motion made his dick surge. It was a neat sensation
that the boy had never experienced before. He bent over some more.
The boy felt himself falling again. A man's strong hands carried
him down into his lap for a hug. David felt safe. He knew where he
was and welcomed the shaman's interest for his butt. There was a
pushing between the cheeks of his sweaty ass that found its tight
entrance and slipped in. Pain! The boy squirmed within the strong
arms that squeezed his chest. His hiccuping wouldn't go away. He
endured the man's tight hold since he knew that they would be
scared away soon.
Tiny evil spirits rose up from the Sha-sa-took's legs to try
biting him. Under the shaman's direction, they were burned up by
the ritual fire's glowing sparks. He wouldn't be losing his
legs... yet his butt hurt him greatly. It was a rhythmic pain that
threatened to split his cheeks. The boy felt that he knew what was
inside him deeply.
David gritted his teeth and held breaths to end the pain. His
small body was bounced over the shaman's folded legs in the sweat
hut. He felt the man's hard cock in his butt playing in there. His
own dick was aching for another release so he tried finding it. A
hand was already pulling over its stiffness like a medicine
rattle. The thrilling music beat itself into the boy's soul.
Kisses went to the youth's neck. He enjoyed their tickling feel
that helped to distract him from their hot sweat rite. The man's
breath cooled his skin with soft moans in his ear that told the
boy how much his body was being enjoyed. The sharp pain in his
butt turned to only a filling sensation. The pain could be
endured. Their bodies kept bumping together.
A horse nickered softly when David urged his mount to a gallop.
He was riding bareback with only his breechclout separating their
sweat-slicked slippery bodies. The fast speed was exhilarating to
the youth. He clutched the thong reins and kept his balance over
the horse's bouncing back. His butt really hurt him. When he tried
pulling up on the reins, the wild horse only went faster. The boy
hung on for dear life.
The horse changed into a brown man. David clung to his arms so
that he wouldn't fall down. Between his legs, he felt an urgent
pulling around his stiff pole. Its thrills mixed with the pain
from his butt. His breaths held and the boy cried out when squirts
came out of his dick. At that moment, his asshole tightened around
Sha-sa-took's cock getting it to cum in him. Together, the man and
boy enjoyed their sweet male releases. The full moon gazed down on
their joining rite. Its silvery face looked like uncle Reynolds
who smiled with approval.
A familiar aching from his penis awakened David. He was about to
get up from the dirt when noticing that his body was being held.
The shaman's buffalo skin covered them both. Under it, he felt
their naked bodies touching. A flash of memory came to the boy. He
remembered his ritual visions from last night.
David realized that he couldn't move without disturbing the
shaman from his sleep and besides, he liked being held. The man's
right arm was cradling his head from the dirt. His left arm was
wrapped around his chest. It was very warm beneath the thick
buffalo hide that made their bodies sweat. He would welcome the
cool air but not right now...
The boy had to piss. He knew how to turn his dick's aching to
pleasure so he reached down for it. Slow strokes were made over
its stiffness to build up the thrills. He thought of what happened
last night with a giggle. 'The shaman had swallowed my urine!'
When the red-capped mushroom had taken hold of him, he imagined
himself climbing a steep cliff that became a stone man who had
sucked off his dick and then had him sitting over the horseman's
cock to squirt in his butt. David felt a slight aching from his
hole. 'That really happened?'
David felt stunned. Yet he accepted their joining since it was a
good thing. He was both a son to the shaman and his wife to
fulfill that need of the man. In exchange, the shaman would be a
father to him until his uncle returned.
The boy felt a breath against his neck and suspected that the
shaman had awakened. He stopped pulling over his erection so that
he wouldn't get caught. 'Sha-sa-took knows that I do it!' Yet the
boy felt embarrassed if he were to be seen playing with himself.
Against his rear end, he felt a lifting of the man's cock pressing
under him. Its hardness sent a shiver up the boy's spine. A bold
idea came to the youth. He wiggled his butt to get the man's
erection to rise between his cheeks. The tip of it tickled against
his hole. 'Will he want to stick in me?'
David waited. He listened to the shaman's breaths to determine if
he was really sleeping or not. The boy wasn't sure. He felt the
man's cock throbbing between the cheeks of his butt but it didn't
push in. The aching in his own dick got the youth back to playing
with it. He turned its pain into sweet male thrills. Behind him,
he flexed his butt cheeks to play with the man's erection while
handling his own.
A soft moan escaped Sha-sa-took's lips. David knew that he was
awake and enjoying his butt. A shiver went through the youth when
realizing how vulnerable he was. In the arms of a full-grown man,
he risked being stuck into as if he were a willing girl. Even
forced to being rape if he wasn't so willing! The boy's dancing
from within came to mind. He had already endured being mounted and
the act had made them closer. His uncle had smiled with approval
for what they had done. 'No. That was only a dream.'
David felt confused about what was real and what wasn't from last
night. All he did know was that he loved Sha-sa-took and that he
would be willing to give himself to the man in any way. The shaman
was too shy to take what he offered.
The boy pulled his hand from around his dick to reach back for
his butt. He opened himself to the man's cock in the hope that
he'd stick in. There was no forward stab so he tried something
else. The youth reached back to the shaman's rear end. His sweaty
cheeks felt cool under the boy's palm. With his fingers pressed
into the soft skin, he signaled his readiness for the man to mount
him. An urgent pulling was made over the man's butt to get his own
butt stuck into.
Sha-sa-took lowered his hand from the boy's chest to find his
erection. His fingers wrapped around its moist stiffness. He felt
the urgent hand over his ass that asked him to fuck the boy's
hole. His cock urged him yet he feared hurting the white youth.
There was no red mushroom in his belly to dull the pain and make
him passive as in last night's ritual.
David gasped when feeling the man's hand around his long pole. He
moved his butt in the sweet rhythm of being masturbated. A sharp
thrill went through the boy when the tip of the man's cock pressed
onto his hole. To force its deeper entry, he backed his butt onto
it hard. His hand over Sha-sa-took's rear end also begged him to
stab! There was pain when their male bodies connected. David
endured it since he'd be given a greater thing in return. Not just
to coax the man's seed into his body for a satisfying of manly
need but to win the shaman's utter love for him. A love that would
prevent his uncle from taking him away!
The tight fit from their joining made David gasp in pain. Sha-sa-
took heard it and kept himself from thrusting in that little butt.
He held the dear boy close to his chest and waited with his eyes
tightly shut. The man tried not thinking about what he was doing
to the youth. His flesh felt as one with the boy yet his heart
warned him that it was rape. He thought about pulling out.
David felt the shaman's hold of his body loosening; his erection
was released. With his hand, he urgently pulled over the man's
rear end to signal that they should remain stuck together. In a
whisper, he asked:
"Don't let me go!" Sha-sa-took felt tears stinging his eyes. He
was torn between the boy's desire matched with the lust from his
loins while his heart ached him to stop. He found his voice and
spoke. "I won't ever let go, David. My heart is yours but this
thing we do is good or not?"
"You did it to me last night."
The shaman remembered. Under the influence of the mushroom, his
inner dancing had joined with the boy's that now left him with
some regret. He tightened his hold of the youth's sweaty body in
his arms while his cock throbbed. The small hand pulled over his
butt again, urging him to perform a man's task. Yet he still
couldn't bring himself to do it.
David humped himself against the shaman's hairy groin. That
forced a small movement from the man's cock in him. Its filling
sensation in his hole was uncomfortable but its deeper stabs made
his pole surge. He heard low moans on his neck. The man was
surrendering himself to the joy of their male bonding. His pole
was taken in hand and pulled on. He too began to moan from
pleasure.
With his free right hand, the boy reached up to find the shaman's
hand and clutched it. Their fingers tightened like their joined
bodies. The pace of their mating grew frantic. David backed into
the man's forward stabs to deepen his cock's penetration in his
little butt. It was a strange sensation of pain mixed with growing
pleasure to what they did. The boy knew what he was doing. He
wanted all of Sha-sa-took's love.
The man held his boy and gave him what love he could. All their
months together had culminated into this sweet moment of joining
between flesh and their hearts. The medicine man was healed by it.
The youth gained a father and lover.
Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He knew what the boy was
enduring and it marveled him. After the death of his wife, a part
of his manhood had ended. He never imagined a little white boy
would assume that role which would get him to act as a man again.
What a joyous awakening it was!
With all his wisdom, the shaman didn't understand why his loins
lusted for a boy. He was a proven man with the birth of his son.
The twelve years raising him were filled with wonderful
experiences he'd never forget. Too soon it had ended from a tragic
misunderstanding between Indian and white folk. He lost what
remained of his family. Serving his People as medicine man was
what kept him alive but with the loss of his legs, he lost even
that. Then a white youth was placed under his care.
Sha-sa-took raised his head in silent prayer of thanks unto Him
for the unexpected direction his life had taken. David was a great
joy in that new life. He promised to bring him up as if he were
his true son.
The boy felt that same joy in his heart. He had gained a loving
father that would bring him up as a free human being. Their bodies
were joined to share the sweet joys of the flesh. It was true
man/boy love.
The man's hand resumed to masturbate the boy's stiff pole while
he moved his cock with love's rhythm in him. The youth pulled over
his butt, coaxing his inward thrusts. He was performing as a man
again. The joyous task of being man!
There was a tingling in David's balls that warned him of his
rising climax. He cried out and wet to the man's tight fingers
grasping his pole. The sharp thrills he felt were better than he
had ever imagined! Sha-sa-took kissed his sweet son. He felt the
strain of his butt muscles when forcing his long cock as deep as
he could within the boy's little ass. Their ringed muscles
tightened, squeezing his cock and that made him cum. Strongly!
Without any shame, the man growled out like a bear. He was
fulfilling himself as a man with the love that he had for a young
boy.
They laid together to catch their breaths. David felt a strange
fulfillment when knowing that his small body had satisfied the
man; seed filled his butthole. He too squirted seed to the man's
hand that he clasped in his own. Their sticky fingers wiggled
together in a kind of game. It was a precious moment for them
both.
The shaman swallowed in his throat and voiced his earlier
question to the boy: "This thing we do is good or not?"
David heard the medicine man's concern. It seemed that a small
boy understood more than his elder. His body ached from performing
the adult act but it made his heart burst with pride and much joy.
He answered the shaman simply: "I love you!"