The Search for Soaring Hawk

Chapter 1: Small Hawk “See! You believe me now that you see with your own eyes?” Fox Cub whispered to his friend, Small Hawk. Small Hawk’s breath caught in his throat. Astonished, he looked into the clearing from his hiding place among the bushes. There he saw three men from the village—-men he knew, all naked. “I’m ready,” said White Wolf as he pushed Lean Bear, who turned, bent over and put his arms around a small tree. White Wolf stepped forward and rubbed the tip of his erect p***s, hood retracted, against the crevice of the bending man’s butt. Small Hawk shivered. “Hurry up,” called Short Bull, who stood a bit apart, watching and stroking himself. Small Hawk saw a glint of silver as a strand of fluid that had emerged from Short Bull’s hard c**k, stretched and descended to the ground. “If you don’t, I’ll finish before I get my turn.” “Patience, brother,” White Wolf retorted with a laugh. “Put your hands on your head and stop pleasuring yourself. You’ll get your chance.” Small Hawk felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was embarrassed. He glanced at his friend. Both boys were breathing hard. Small Hawk turned back to the scene before him, just in time to see White Wolf thrust forward and impale Lean Bear on his turgid shaft. Lean Bear let out a gasp and then a low growl. The boy watched, fascinated, as the man thrust himself backward against the invading pole. “Yes, White Wolf, yes.” His voice was a growl. Short Bull whooped as White Wolf grabbed Lean Bear by the hips and roughly thrust himself in and out of the man. Occasionally he would slap the sides of the man’s butt and laugh. When he did this, Lean Bear made sounds that let the boy know he was receiving immense pleasure from the actions of the brave penetrating him. After several minutes, White Wolf yelled, “I-I-I” and slammed himself against Lean Bear. Stout Bull grunted as if encouraging him. White Wolf then began a frantic undulation, rocking his partner almost off his feet. He then collapsed onto Lean Bear’s back; Small Hawk thought both men would fall to the ground. White Wolf steadied himself against the tree, then backed away. Lean Bear had barely stood up, when Short Bull charged forward and pushed the brave’s head down and thrust himself inside with a deep growl. After only a few strokes, however, he pulled himself out and turned Lean Bear around, pushing him to his knees. Lean Bear grabbed hold of the brave’s thighs and engulfed his manhood in his mouth. Small Hawk’s eyes widened in amazement. Fox Cub let out a gasp. As the boys watched, Lean Bear sucked and licked the thick erection. Short Bull pulled out of Lean Bear’s mouth and began to stroke himself, causing the foreskin to slide back and forth, exposing its glistening head. He let out a roar of pleasure and began to spurt milky white liquid into the open mouth and onto the face of the man kneeling before him. Small Hawk watched in disbelief. “His seed,” Fox Cub whispered. The two standing men pulled Lean Bear to his feet. They cuffed the man on the head. Then they picked up their breechclouts, put them on and walked off into the forest, laughing, without a backward glance at the man they had just used for their pleasure. Small Hawk felt a wave of sorrow for the man who was now left standing alone and naked in the clearing. As he watched, Lean Bear walked to the tree to which he had clung only a few minutes before. Leaning against the trunk, he began to stroke his now flaccid p***s back to hardness. He accomplished this in a few strokes, and in a few more, he raised his head, closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose. Strings of the white fluid, which Fox Cub had identified as seed, flew from the tip, coated his hands and landed on the ground. After leaning against the tree for a few more seconds, Lean Bear stood. He wiped his face with his seed-coated hand, collecting that which Short Bull had issued and mixed it with his own. He then set about cleaning his hand with his tongue. How can he do that? Small Hawk thought. The man then retrieved his garments and followed the same path the others had taken back to the village. Fox Cub and Small Hawk crept out of the bushes. Fox Cub trotted to the base of the tree and kneeled down. He hesitantly bent to smell the issue that lay on the ground. He wrinkled his nose and spit. “Ugh!” he said in disgust. The boy then picked up a stick and poked the end of it into the pool of seed. He pointed the stick at Small Hawk. “You want to try some?” he asked, laughing. “No,” Small Hawk shouted. Fox Cub laughed and threw the stick away. “You want to try what White Wolf did?” he said in a teasing voice, pulling his loincloth aside and thrusting his hips. For a moment, the desire to assent to the suggestion surged through his body. But once again, Small Hawk refused. “No, you’re crazy. Of course I don’t.” Fox Cub laughed and adjusted his garment. “Well, now you see. I told you Lean Bear was a squaw inside a man.” “Yes, I see,” said Small Hawk, shaking his head. “I feel sorry for him.” “Sorry?” Fox Cub echoed. “Why? My father says some men are born that way and it is how they get their pleasure—by giving pleasure to other men in need.” “Will he ever marry? Have a family? Find love?” “Why would he want that? He’s different. This is the life he wants. He does not need love. Love is for a man with a woman, not a man with a man.” The boys walked back to the village. Fox Cub continued to talk about what they had seen that day. Small Hawk only grunted in response. He was lost in thought. What he had witnessed had excited him. He had wanted to pleasure himself as he did at times when he thought of his mother and father making love in the lodge. Many nights he lay awake listening and watching the silhouettes in the dying firelight. How different that act was from what he had just seen: the gentle tenderness, the whispered endearments, satisfied sighs after the act was over. Was Lean Bear never to have this? Small Hawk shook his head. He did feel sorry for the man. Being a squaw inside a man was not something good. When they returned to the village, the boys parted company. Small Hawk hesitated at the turn that would take him to his lodge. Instead of turning toward his home, he took the way that lead to Lean Bear’s dwelling. When his destination came into view, he slowed down. Why had he come this way? Why did he want to see Lean Bear again? He stopped a short distance away from the man’s home. Lean Bear was just coming out of the lodge. He carried a bowl Small Hawk knew was filled with his evening meal. Lean Bear squatted next to his cooking fire and began to hang strips of meat on the spit. Small Hawk dropped his eyes. Lean Bear had no wife to prepare his meal. He had to do women’s work. Small Hawk knew that only on long hunts would a man prepare his own meal. His feelings of sadness for this man increased. He walked on past the lodge. As he did, Lean Bear looked up and saw him. He waved. Embarrassed he had been caught staring at the man, Small Hawk lowered his eyes and raised his hand to return the greeting. Lean Bear rose from the fire to return to his lodge. Small Hawk looked back over his shoulder. What he saw caused him to stop and look once more. Lean Bear wore a breechclout that left most of his butt exposed. The boy had never noticed this before. He turned and continued on his way home.