Boy Seeds Fulfilled
The boy returned to his vision place of stone: a cold dark cave that stretched out to the river like a hand of bone. Hope was in his heart. This was where the three look-alike youths had embraced him with love, lust and wisdom from inside himself. He felt ready now to seek for a man's love.
Father Sun was hidden behind the clouds. Not yet risen in His sky was old Grandfather Moon who had witnessed the youth's first release of boy seeds. A warrior in camp had embraced him proudly for that accomplishment but he wasn't a man who desired a boy. He only lusted for his squaws. In pain, the youth had to turn away from him so that his heart could be openfor another. A man who could give him love from his body as well as from his heart.
The boy stood against cold dark stone all morning to wait for him.
There came a dipping sound from the river. The boy tried peering through the thick fog to see what it was when he spied the ghostly shape that became a canoe; a young man inside. His long black hair was braided over his chest. Long willow arms rested over his dark folded legs. He smiled. The boy went to the edge of his cave to give a friendly wave. In his heart burned the hope for love.
Yet it seemed not to be. The boy watched the long canoe with its man slipping by him over the slow moving river; a really handsome man. Urgency tugged at the youth's heart. He would have to catch him!
With a soft splash, the boy dived into the river. Its cold spirit sucked warmth from his small body. Breaths held. Above him he swam towards the dark shape on the water. When he surfaced, the man smiled again. His strong hand lifted the dripping youth into his canoe.
Nothing spoken could pass between them in understanding so hand gestures were made. The brave asked why he had come. The youth's earlier boldness now turned to reluctance. How could he ask the man if he was the one to love him?
The canoe was turned towards the bank by the brave's slow movement of his wooden paddle. It dipped into the water like a thirsty bird. A mesmerizing rhythm. The boy faced the man with a shy grin and his keen eyes studied him. Strength shown from the man's arms as he maneuvered his canoe. His breast flexed with power. In the man's breechclout, his male bulge caught the boy's eye. It caused a swift lifting of the youth's pole for the man to spy on.
The brave lowered his wooden paddle into the canoe. He smiled at the youth for his proud male display: a hard pole standing against his belly. The man wasn't surprised when the boy began pulling on it. A common male rite. He seemed of age to spill boy seeds from it.
The man nodded with understanding. He remembered in his youth the need to pleasure his growing body that led to spilling his own boy seeds just like this youth was trying. Yet more than simple thrills burned in this boy's eyes; some kind of wanting: for him?
The brave felt his manly excitement for the naked boy sitting in his canoe. A really cute youth from a tribe not of his People. He had desired to have a son but to get one, he'd have to lay with a squaw. His loins felt no lust for one. That shameful realization had kept him away from his tribe. He was in search of the reason why.
Within the man's breechclout came an answer. His loins were hard not for a woman but for this young boy. Shame was cast aside to accept the truth of it. When the youth gestured for him to reveal his hidden excitement, the brave felt like the ground-bound chick that had finally grown wings to fly away.
Without shame, the young man lifted the front cloth to his breechclout. What had lain inside it made the boy grin. He saw that the brave's display matched his but with greater power. His slim hand began playing over it to join into the boy's lusty game.
The youth wanted something more. His hand dropped away from his aching flesh so that he could express the aching from his heart. He held the man's knees, their bodies whispering over the water. A great longing filled the boy's eyes. He wondered if the man would see it.
When the long willow arms reached out for him, the youth sprang into the man's lap. It became a wonderful hug of warmth and bodily love. They embraced beyond the love of father for his son. So easily their differing sizes fitted to complete each other. They made love.
The ghostly shape of a canoe drifted down the river unguided. No soft dipping. The man had his arms full of boy. Kisses were given him and between them their hard poles danced to a lusty beat. The boy kept his body close to the brave's male power that pleasured him beyond knowledge and hope. His finger erection pressed against the man's fleshy spear with building thrills. In the youth's heart, he heard singing that spoke to him about this nice man: love, Love, LOVE HIM!
The young brave heard that same song in his heart. He kept the youth's small body close to his breast and made sweet love to him. Kisses went to the boy's hair. His manly cock rubbed against the stiff boy pole in a proud show of male pleasuring. Their differing bodies were trying hard to
become one.
In a thunderous climax, both loins flowed between trembling bellies. The sweet joy from their union bound the boy to his man. He had at last found love. Boy seeds were fulfilled.
Father Sun was hidden behind the clouds. Not yet risen in His sky was old Grandfather Moon who had witnessed the youth's first release of boy seeds. A warrior in camp had embraced him proudly for that accomplishment but he wasn't a man who desired a boy. He only lusted for his squaws. In pain, the youth had to turn away from him so that his heart could be openfor another. A man who could give him love from his body as well as from his heart.
The boy stood against cold dark stone all morning to wait for him.
There came a dipping sound from the river. The boy tried peering through the thick fog to see what it was when he spied the ghostly shape that became a canoe; a young man inside. His long black hair was braided over his chest. Long willow arms rested over his dark folded legs. He smiled. The boy went to the edge of his cave to give a friendly wave. In his heart burned the hope for love.
Yet it seemed not to be. The boy watched the long canoe with its man slipping by him over the slow moving river; a really handsome man. Urgency tugged at the youth's heart. He would have to catch him!
With a soft splash, the boy dived into the river. Its cold spirit sucked warmth from his small body. Breaths held. Above him he swam towards the dark shape on the water. When he surfaced, the man smiled again. His strong hand lifted the dripping youth into his canoe.
Nothing spoken could pass between them in understanding so hand gestures were made. The brave asked why he had come. The youth's earlier boldness now turned to reluctance. How could he ask the man if he was the one to love him?
The canoe was turned towards the bank by the brave's slow movement of his wooden paddle. It dipped into the water like a thirsty bird. A mesmerizing rhythm. The boy faced the man with a shy grin and his keen eyes studied him. Strength shown from the man's arms as he maneuvered his canoe. His breast flexed with power. In the man's breechclout, his male bulge caught the boy's eye. It caused a swift lifting of the youth's pole for the man to spy on.
The brave lowered his wooden paddle into the canoe. He smiled at the youth for his proud male display: a hard pole standing against his belly. The man wasn't surprised when the boy began pulling on it. A common male rite. He seemed of age to spill boy seeds from it.
The man nodded with understanding. He remembered in his youth the need to pleasure his growing body that led to spilling his own boy seeds just like this youth was trying. Yet more than simple thrills burned in this boy's eyes; some kind of wanting: for him?
The brave felt his manly excitement for the naked boy sitting in his canoe. A really cute youth from a tribe not of his People. He had desired to have a son but to get one, he'd have to lay with a squaw. His loins felt no lust for one. That shameful realization had kept him away from his tribe. He was in search of the reason why.
Within the man's breechclout came an answer. His loins were hard not for a woman but for this young boy. Shame was cast aside to accept the truth of it. When the youth gestured for him to reveal his hidden excitement, the brave felt like the ground-bound chick that had finally grown wings to fly away.
Without shame, the young man lifted the front cloth to his breechclout. What had lain inside it made the boy grin. He saw that the brave's display matched his but with greater power. His slim hand began playing over it to join into the boy's lusty game.
The youth wanted something more. His hand dropped away from his aching flesh so that he could express the aching from his heart. He held the man's knees, their bodies whispering over the water. A great longing filled the boy's eyes. He wondered if the man would see it.
When the long willow arms reached out for him, the youth sprang into the man's lap. It became a wonderful hug of warmth and bodily love. They embraced beyond the love of father for his son. So easily their differing sizes fitted to complete each other. They made love.
The ghostly shape of a canoe drifted down the river unguided. No soft dipping. The man had his arms full of boy. Kisses were given him and between them their hard poles danced to a lusty beat. The boy kept his body close to the brave's male power that pleasured him beyond knowledge and hope. His finger erection pressed against the man's fleshy spear with building thrills. In the youth's heart, he heard singing that spoke to him about this nice man: love, Love, LOVE HIM!
The young brave heard that same song in his heart. He kept the youth's small body close to his breast and made sweet love to him. Kisses went to the boy's hair. His manly cock rubbed against the stiff boy pole in a proud show of male pleasuring. Their differing bodies were trying hard to
become one.
In a thunderous climax, both loins flowed between trembling bellies. The sweet joy from their union bound the boy to his man. He had at last found love. Boy seeds were fulfilled.
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