War Party

The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further.

Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied.

War Party by LenZelig@aol.com

It was going to be a hot day. The sun was rising in a cloudless sky and had already dispelled the cool mists of morning in the Arizona mountains. As I hiked along a creek through a high valley, the heat and exertion had a cleansing effect. It was just what I needed to collect my thoughts. My college roommate had just asked me to move with him to LA. He had some contacts in Hollywood and landed a job as an animator for Disney. He even arranged for a writing job for me and at a very attractive salary. I just wasn't sure I wanted to keep up our relationship.

He was cute. He had a tight ass and was a great fuck, but I wasn't gay. I had plenty of fun with the coeds. I used my roommate because he was convenient and didn't require me to buy him dinner for sex. Just because he helps me out a couple of times a day doesn't mean we're going steady, does it? But - the job offer is really very interesting.

I needed some time alone, so I packed my gear and drove to the mountains about a couple of hours east of Tempe. I followed Route 60 until I came to an area I had wanted to explore. I took a narrow dirt road off the highway and parked when the road ran out. I gathered my gear and hiked upward. My first night was spent watching the stars, more than you ever see in the city, wheel across the sky until I fell asleep. Now in my second day, not having seen a soul since I turned off the main road, I had put all the troubling thoughts behind me.

As I trekked upward the creek narrowed. The water made a soothing noise as it splashed over boulders in its path down the mountain. The cold stream, fed from snow melting higher up, was refreshing. I shed my shirt and spread a protective layer of sunscreen against the warm May sun.

As I followed the stream, I came to a section where a rock fall had created a natural dam. The water had backed up to fill about half of a mountain meadow. As I stood under the pine trees by the outflow, I saw my first sign of other humans. A teepee had been set up near the far side of the lake. I couldn't see any sign of the occupants, but three horses grazed on the grass nearby.

I walked along the side of the water approaching the camp site. When I was about a hundred yards away I caught sight of three Indian boys on the far side of the teepee. Two muscular braves were in heavy action with a smaller boy they had stretched out on his back between them. One was fucking his mouth while the other pounded his ass.

I kept out of sight with the teepee between them and me as I moved closer. About twenty feet from their location, a clump of bushes provided cover. I crawled behind them to watch the hot scene.

I saw immediately that I had been wrong. The boy being fucked was not small, but even bigger than my five ten, one sixty. He was a good six foot and a muscular 180. The reason he'd looked small was that the two guys with him were real giants. The one using his mouth was a good six four with a build that would have been the envy of a champion bodybuilder. His arms were at least twenty inches, if not a couple inches more. He had a massive chest, back and shoulders tapering to a small, strongly defined waist that flared back to thick thighs. He was kneeling with those thighs astride the other's head. A thick pole of dick flesh snaked into the boy's mouth. As he rocked his body back and forth several inches of firm love muscle moved in and out of the lips that were squeezing it tightly. I couldn't tell how long it was, but the boy's neck seemed to expand along its length as the pole pushed in.

The last brave made even that guy seem small. He was several inches taller and much more muscular. I didn't think a man could amass so much muscle. His arms must have been a good thirty inches, his chest well over sixty with massive pecs and a back that had muscles on its muscles. I could see each of the abdominal muscles along his waist that looked only a little thicker than his arm. Each huge thigh was bigger than my chest. He had the first kid's legs resting on his chest as he powered foot long strokes into the ass with the log that sprouted between his legs. His condom didn't reach all the way to the base of pole, but left a couple inches bare by his black pubic hairs.

All the men had beautiful smooth reddish brown skin. Their bodies were hairless except for their pubes and heads. The two fuckers had shoulder length straight black hair while the one on the ground had his waist length hair draped beneath him like a black blanket. He was wearing only a breech cloth of some type of leather. The front panel was flipped over onto his stomach to allow the brave fucking his ass to jack his dick with both hands. It was a full two handfuls, about ten inches I'd guess and I realized his must be the smallest in this group.

The biggest Indian had a similar breech cloth garment that was just pushed aside by his tremendous sexual member. He had a headband with some sort of design that wrapped his forehead and black locks. The heat and his exertions were starting to cause beads of sweat to glisten on his body. The other one was completely nude. I spotted his small garment discarded a few feet away.

My own eight incher was pressing painfully against my zipper, so I whipped it out for a little massage while I watched. The action was plenty hot. The two boys, they all looked on the shy side of twenty notwithstanding their impressive musculature, were timing their movements so they pushed in together. As they plugged the third youth to the hilt he would arch his back, lifting it off the ground until he was bowed like one of the weapons resting against the teepee. As astonishing lengths of flesh slipped from orifices at both ends of his body on the out stoke, his body would relax and settle back down.

I watched the action for ten minutes getting more excited myself as time passed. Suddenly, I heard a stifled scream escape from the around the plugged mouth of the boy in the middle. His body seemed to snap in an even tighter bow as a jet of white shot from his hose. It sailed clean over his body and struck the guy fucking his lips square in the chest. A second later another jet landed nearby, followed by others of diminishing force that coated both boys liberally with jizz. The two fuckers stayed buried deep and I could tell they were unloading their own juices.

It was too much for me. I sprayed my own load into the bushes that hid me from their eyes. When I recovered from my own orgasm I noticed that they were all looking this way. I must have made some sound. The brave at the head rocked back on his knees pulling about eight inches of his still firm dick tube from the mouth of the boy beneath him who rotated his head a bit around the axis of flesh for a look too.

"Who's there?" the big one, still plugged to the hilt in ass, demanded. I realized that they could probably see at least my outline through the leaves. As the first brave rose to his feet, snatching the last six inches from his companion's mouth, I started to flee back to the woods. He ran after me.

He had gained a little, but I had a head start. When I'd covered about half the distance, I began to think I might make it to the trees. Then I heard hoof beats coming up rapidly from behind. I hadn't taken ten more strides when I was lifted into the air by the straps on my backpack and tossed belly down across the back of a horse in full gallop.

My body was resting on the mighty thighs of the biggest Indian that straddled the horse he was riding bareback. Then the fence post pressing against my stomach must be... It couldn't be that big, could it?

He brought the charging horse to a halt. It reared up on its hind legs, pressing my side into the firm wall of my captor's abdominals. We started back to the camp at a trot. We passed the other warrior who ran beside us. His big dick swayed between his legs as he ran. It had gone partially soft, but was still a good foot long reaching more than halfway to his knee. The reddish head poked part way out of the skin that enfolded it. Streaks of cum from the boy they had fucked were drying on his chest.

With every stride of the horse the huge Indian fuck pole would beat into my gut. Despite my fear and dread at what might come, I started to get excited. My own eight inch dick, that I now thought of as small, was hard and poking out the fly of my shorts that I hadn't had the time to zip in my haste to flee.

It only took a couple minutes to cover the distance back to their camp. The horse halted by their companion who was standing in front of the teepee. I was hauled from the horse and forced to my knees in front of him. He had a defined muscular body with smooth skin and almost a feminine face.. But, he was definitely male. Beneath the cover of his breech cloth I could clearly see the outline of a cock at least 10 inches long. Crisscrossing his torso like war paint, were lines of dried cum that had recently erupted from that cock. As he stood, legs split and hands on hips, a gust of wind blew the long strands of his dark hair off to the side.

"Why are you trespassing on land sacred to the Apache?" he demanded.

I didn't know what to say. "I didn't mean to trespass. I was just hiking in the mountains," I stammered.

"This is reservation land. You have no right to be here."

"I didn't know. I just turned off Route 60 and started walking uphill."

"That is no excuse. The reservation is clearly marked by signs along all roads," he retorted growing angry. "Were you spying on us?" Then softer he added, "Did you like what you saw?"

I looked up into his black eyes, but didn't know what to say.

"I think you did," he continued staring down at my stiffness. "You will be our slave. If you please us we might let you live."

"What? This is the Twentieth Century. You can't be serious," I shouted, struggling unsuccessfully to escape the powerful grip of the Indian behind me.

"There are hundreds of square miles of wilderness on our reservation. Hikers disappear each year for who knows what reason. Your body would never be found; just another unexplained tragedy," he replied evenly. "You'd better cooperate."

Just then I spotted the man who carried me back to camp walking toward us after having taken care of his horse. Almost paralyzed with fear I couldn't help but notice his huge organ, still hard, as thick as my wrist, poking straight out from his body with a slight upward arc and swaying from side to side as he strode back toward the camp. His garment looked a little ridiculous as the member had just pushed it aside. I wondered how clothes could ever conceal it. He still wore the condom. It had a bubble of cum trapped in the tip the size of a golf ball.

I tried a last appeal to the two braves. "Don't listen to him. Just let me go. I won't cause any trouble," I pleaded. They ignored me.

The smaller Indian, clearly the leader said something in a language I didn't understand. The biggest one grabbed me by my shorts and tore them from my body like they were paper. The other removed my pack and tossed it aside.

The biggest knelt behind me. I could feel his manhood resting against my back, extending almost up to my shoulder blades. He pushed me over until I was supported on hands and knees. With his hands on my inner thighs he lifted my hips off the ground and spread my legs wide so he could move between them. I felt the slimy sheath on his pole slip down my back and lightly trace along the crack of my ass before pushing over the underside of my body as he repositioned himself. His bulging biceps reached around my torso, stripped off the used protection and rolled on a fresh one. He smeared his old juices into my chest and tossed the expended thing away.

When he flexed his sex muscle so it snapped against my body clear up to my chest, I broke out of my haze. "Please, someone else go first," I implored. "I've never been fucked before. He'll split me apart."

The only response was that his giant hand held my waist in a grip of iron and I felt him withdraw the shaft along my body to position it for entrance. Almost casually he raised my hips in the air and rubbed my straining dick along his much larger one. Then he playfully poked my balls with the tip of his cock head. As he set me back to my knees that head pushed behind my nut sack and into the crack. It easily parted my glutes and the tip settled against my hole. I held my breath.

I felt the pressure increase as he forced the end inside spreading my ass lips open. I tried desperately to relax. How did my roommate do it when I fucked him? He pulled me against him harder and harder. His mighty member overcame the resistance of merely human flesh. I felt my ass yield to his body. A searing pain shot through me as he popped inside. I screamed.

As the echo reverberated across the valley. It seemed to come from some other world. I no longer had any attention for things external as all my consciousness was focused on the sensations from my ass. There was pain, but I seemed strangely disconnected from it. My body felt like it were molded around the intruder. There was pressure and a fullness that moved deeper and deeper inside as he added inch after inch.

I was panting, unable to catch my breath. Wave after wave of sensation broke over me. I lifted my head, eyes wide seeing as if through a heavy fog. The other two Indians were looking at me, amused. The leader seemed to have a satisfied smirk on his face. Everything moved at a crawl, like I were watching a movie in slow motion. The world spun around and around.

I dreamt I was flying. Carried off to the mountains by a giant eagle. There was a flash of lightning and a tremendous searing pain shot through me. I awoke. I was flying! My limbs had gone limp, but I was still suspended a couple feet off the ground. The eagle's claws were the powerful hands of my Indian that were sliding me back and forth over his incredible sex pole. Each time he pressed in a bit deeper my whole body convulsed as he rearranged my internal anatomy to accommodate his massive dimensions. I noticed that the grass beneath me was splattered with drops of my white cum.

Since I didn't need the support of my arms, I reached down to explore what was happening to my body. My stomach was wet with the residue of the orgasm that caused me to pass out. My own eight inches were board stiff, sticking straight up along my belly. I felt my abs. When my giant pushed into me I could feel myself expand to make room for the intrusion. Deep below my muscles I traced the outline of a massive cock.

Reaching back to my ass I examined where the shaft penetrated my body. I couldn't wrap one hand around it. There was a sticky wetness oozing from my hole. I tried to reach back further to see how much more I needed to endure. I thought I could stretch five or six inches, but didn't touch the base. I remembered that his last condom ended a couple inches short, however, the shaft I could reach was all sheathed. What did that mean? I wasn't thinking clearly. Did he have seven or eight inches or more to shove in me? Would it even be possible?

Waves of sensation washed over me each time his dick moved inside me. Again they started to overwhelm me. My entire body tensed and spasmed as my cum spewed forth once more. My muscles contracted involuntarily around the invader inside me. I thought I could sense every inch, bump and vein on it as it reached impossibly far within me. The frenzied massage of my body on his cock was having an effect on the lusty brave behind me. His probing assault became more determined and violent.

The ecstasy that spiked through me each time my juices sprayed from me masked the agony I should have felt. I was aware that something huge and powerful was moving deep down in the core of my body, but it seemed detached from my senses. Suddenly, a new phenomena began. The presence that was dominating my body began to pulse with new energy. My whole being vibrated in sympathy with its overpowering rhythm. Nothing else mattered. I screamed, not from pain, but from shear overwhelming pleasure.

I felt cold water splash off my face. My eyes snapped open. The scene had changed. I was disoriented. I looked around frantically. I was sitting upright. Huge arms enfolded my torso. It was the brave that had been fucking me. He was sitting with folded legs and I was sitting in his lap my legs folded on top of his. His thighs were over twice my size and so firm that my weight made no impression upon them. He was still inside me, impaled so deep that when I breathed I thought I could feel the head of his penis behind my breastbone.

The other two were standing in front of me with concerned expressions. The other warrior had an animal skin bladder that was dripping water. He offered me a drink and I guzzled my fill.

The leader of the group spoke. "Are you ready to continue?"

The brave I was sitting on flexed his thigh muscles. As they expanded I was pushed a couple inches up along his shaft. Shudders of incredible pleasure rushed through me. I nodded yes.

The second brave stepped up to me straddling the huge thighs of his companion who gripped my wrist with his strong hand and guided me to stoke his friend's now flaccid flesh. I needed no encouragement and brought my second hand up to help out. It was at least ten inches soft, but it didn't stay soft. As I started stroking it, I could feel the tube swell and harden. As it lengthened past twelve inches, it strained to rise toward horizontal. I followed it with my massage until it stretched out pointed right at my lips. It continued to grow. The tip poked out of the taught skin that normally covered it, bright red from the fresh blood rushing to fill out its dimensions. It was almost fourteen inches when it touched my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted it inside.

I licked the piss slit with my tongue, tasting a drop of precum. He pushed forward filling my mouth with the first six inches. I worked on it with my lips and mouth as he came to full erection. He placed his hands behind my head and tried to force some more of his straining shaft inside. It hit the back of my throat.

The big man behind me pushed my back forward with one hand as the other hand on the top of my head raised my face to align my mouth with my neck. As he got me in position, I felt my gullet open and then fill with inch after inch of massive manhood as I swallowed again and again. I felt the head push past my Adam's Apple. I thought he would meet his partner in the middle of my body right by my heart. Soon my nose was pressed into his silky black pubic bush. I inhaled his aroma. I could believe I had over thirty inches of prime beef plugging me from both ends.

The brave at my face backed off a bit easing six inches or so from my throat. He grabbed me under my arm pits. The guy behind me then held my waist just under my ribs. Together they lifted me up until my face was again flush with the standing man's groin. This pulled about half a foot of flesh from my ass. Then they lowered me back down. My body was transfixed by the two poles that penetrated deep into my core. When they moved me along them every nerve in me sparked. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the enjoyment of the sensation.

They continued in this mode for minutes before I picked up a change. The pace became faster and harder. My body was slammed into the firm flesh in front and behind. Their tools seemed to swell even larger, if that were possible, and then I felt the insistent beat of their building eruptions. It grew stronger and my body reverberated with its force. I felt the first rush of man seed power past my lips and ass to race up the long shafts and spew forth. I knew that my own dick had joined in with my sex partners, but my thoughts and feelings concentrated on what was happening inside me.

Both men were plugged into me to the hilt. The guy in front was so deep down my throat that he was delivering his load direct to my stomach, but I hoped he'd back off so I could taste his hot sauce. He must have read my mind because that's just what he did, stopping with only five or six inches filling my mouth. His next blast filled me with salty cum. I swallowed and he filled me again and again. With my lips still tightly stretched around his cum hose I looked up at him and saw him staring down at me. I could see every muscle in his body tense as he powered each fresh load on its way.

As his ejaculations subsided, he pulled the last inches from my mouth. Still, a final spurt coated my face. I licked up what I could reach with my tongue. Then the man beneath me got up carrying me with him and setting me on my feet. He held me for a minute until I recovered the strength to stand on my own. Then he squatted down withdrawing his mammoth member from my ass. It felt like my body was being turned inside out. I gasped in shock and surprise and almost fell back on top of him, dragged off my feet by the force of removal, but the other brave reached out and steadied me. Finally the head came free with an audible pop. I felt empty.

I turned around to examine the mighty warrior that had conquered my cherry ass. I only came up to his pecs. I saw his shaft, still somewhat stiff at a forty five degree angle. The condom was coated with my blood and ass juices. Its tip was swollen almost to the bursting point with the two deposits that he unleashed inside me. I reached to remove it, taking the opportunity to feel the heft and girth of a sex tool that I could not have even imagined yesterday.

I carefully preserved his cum, not spilling a drop. I drank it down and licked the inside of the rubber clean to ensure I had it all.

I must have passed their test. The leader came up and made introductions. The largest brave was Red Eagle, the other was Running Wolf and he was called Night Wind. Red Eagle explained that Night Wind was the son of a medicine man and would be a medicine man himself one day. His family were the custodians of tribal lore and traditions and commanded powerful forces. He was instructing them in the old ways to improve their strength and endurance and their prowess as hunters, warriors and Apache males. He asked if I thought they had learned their lessons well. Damn, these two could conquer a whole regiment of cavalry just by sneaking into the barracks at night. I nodded.

Red Eagle ushered me to the lake to clean up after sex. The water was cold, but refreshing. We washed each other and I had an opportunity to explore every muscle on their bodies. They were as powerful as they looked. Night Wind applied a balm to my abused ass. It ended my lingering pain immediately and spread a tingling sensation through my body. He started to spread it inside on my ravaged intestines. Red Eagle hugged me to his chest. I sucked on a firm brown nipple as Night Wing eased his full hand inside. In and out he pushed spreading relief until he was in beyond his elbow. I felt the tingling spread to all the places Red Eagle had explored. As Night Wing pulled out he did something inside that brought me to another massive orgasm. My body collapsed against Red Eagle as my seed spurted between our pressed bodies.

Red Eagle and Running Wolf then had a spear throwing contest for my benefit. I was the spear. Carrying me overhead with one arm they'd run full tilt to the bank of the lake and toss me in the air to slash down. Night Wind swam out with a line from shore to mark the greatest distance. As I expected Red Eagle's size and strength proved decisive with three tosses of over fifty feet.

The sun dried our bodies. The Indians put their breech cloths back on. Red Eagle never got fully soft and his dick always pushed the covering off to the side. It might not have made much difference since the covering ended four inches above the knee and the shortest he got was two inches further than that. He said they normally wear baggy sweat pants when in town.

Night Wind told the braves to go out and hunt for dinner. They invited me along. They retrieved their horses. When they returned, riding bareback again, both had bows and a quiver of arrows strapped to their backs. Red Eagle reached down to help me up to his stallion. He had his massive dong pumped up to full hardness and sheathed in fresh protection. It was obvious where I was supposed to sit.

I gripped his forearm below the elbow as he clamped my upper arm. He lifted me easily straight up, holding me over the end of his waiting shaft as he repositioned his grip to my waist. He asked if I were ready. When I nodded he lowered me onto himself. I was surprised how easily he entered me this time. I just felt a tingling like I had when Night Wind applied his ointment. As he moved deeper the sensation increased in intensity. My own dick spurted in orgasm before I even reached bottom.

With my legs split wide apart to straddle his immense thighs and weakened from the expenditure of sexual energy, I could barely sit upright. Red Eagle was prepared for this. He tied me to his chest with rawhide thongs.

Red Eagle pulled out his bow and let me try it. He handed me an arrow. It was a manufactured one with a fiberglass shaft and steel point. I asked about it and he said that they could make their own arrows, but when you hunt for food you want the best. The bow, however, was their own construction. I couldn't pull it back more than a few inches and, when I released the string, the arrow just fell to the ground beneath our horse. Night Wind laughed and handed it back up.

Then Red Eagle demonstrated. He notched the arrow and pulled back smoothly until the bow string touched his nose. His arm muscles jumped out in dramatic relief and his expanded chest squeezed the straps that bound us together. He let fly at the trunk of a tree 100 yards away. The arrow struck true. When we rode over there to retrieve the arrow, I saw that he had driven his shot clear through the center of a ten inch trunk. He pulled it the rest of the way and returned it to the quiver.

We started off into the forest at a slow trot heading uphill along the stream. The gait of the horse would bounce me up and down on his love arrow that had me penetrated as thoroughly as the tree. That stuff Night Wind used had me hypersensitive. Anything more than the gentlest motion would drive me over the edge. It was pretty rough terrain, so I drifted in and out and only remember bits of the hunt.

I recall the kill. When I became aware, the horses were moving in a slow walk. Both braves had their bows out and arrows ready. They were scanning the ground and forest up ahead. Then Running Wolf gave a shout and I saw a bobcat sprinting toward a field of boulders. In less than a second two missiles were on their way. Both caught the cat in mid stride. Its legs collapsed and it skidded to a stop, plowing a small mound of pine needles in front of it.

Running Wolf dismounted. He recycled the arrows and then tied the dead animal to the back of his horse. We soon started back to camp at a brisk pace.

The trip is again a haze until we were almost back to camp. There, Red Eagle kicked his mount into a full run. I was tossed about much more than before. Some internal reflex clamped me down on his shaft as I exploded for the umpteenth time on this ride. But this was different as I felt him join me. The horse thundered on out of control as both its riders were lost in the reverie of released sexual energy. It ran full tilt to the edge of the lake and then stopped short, throwing us both over its head and into the water.

Luckily Red Eagle's back hit first with me on top of him. The cold shocked us back to reality. Red Eagle stood up in the chest deep, for him, water and climbed to shore. I was still tied to him and when we reached land my feet were at least six inches from the ground. Running Wolf pulled up and reminded Red Eagle that sex while riding can be as dangerous as sex while driving. He smiled and rode off to deliver his cargo.

Red Eagle unstrapped me. He grabbed the reins of his horse and we walked the few hundred yards remaining to camp. Night Wind was already at work on the cat, removing the hide. He congratulated the hunters and announced that he would have the meal ready in two hours.

Red Eagle offered to take care of the horses. As he led them away Running Wolf grabbed my wrist. He had already removed his breech cloth and his own formidable tool was sticking out horizontal. He laid me back on the soft grass. I spread my legs and he knelt between my thighs. His hand held a fresh rubber which he started to apply. I reached up and took it from him and he waited for me to prepare him.

It gave me an opportunity to play a bit with his equipment. It was 'only' fourteen inches long and a bit narrower than Red Eagle's. Still that made it six inches longer and almost three times thicker than mine. I played with the foreskin, sliding it up and back across the flaring red head. I rolled on the latex, leaving plenty of room in the tip to receive the copious load that I knew he'd unleash. As I smoothed it down the shaft that was crossed with pulsing veins that had pumped it to wooden firmness. The condom barely had enough length to reach the base. I hefted the balls that were as big as my fist and then lay back to await his pleasure.

Running Wolf hoisted my legs to rest on his shoulders and grasped me by the waist. He pushed forward, bending me near double. I felt the end of his proud penis plow the furrow between my ass cheeks. He found the target and wasted no time pushing the mushroom head and the first few inches inside. I felt my intestines mold themselves around the intrusion, fitting it as tightly as his condom. The tingling of pleasure started spreading through me with the slightest motion of his cock and the deeper he went the stronger the feeling. He knew just what to do to maximize my pleasure, maintaining a steady in and out motion as he forged steadily deeper. By the time I felt his balls touch my ass, I had shot three loads and was covered in my own cum and sweat.

He started ramming me with full length strokes. I plunged from one orgasm to the next. As he increased the pace they became almost continuous. From deep within me his irresistible presence started to beat with the energy of his own sexual release. The power that flowed from my Apache lover ratcheted me to a new level. I gazed up into his handsome face, glowing with passion, as my world spun out of control.

I awoke feeling someone rubbing my face. When I opened my eyes I saw Red Eagle's face looking down on me. My head was between his massive thighs. One hand held the firm tube that sprouted between his legs and it was this that he was using to rouse me.

Seeing me come around signaled Running Wolf to resume a slow fucking motion. I reached up and hefted Red Eagle. He was more than one hand could encompass, so I used both. He filled out to his full imposing dimensions, rapidly growing even more in length and width. It was almost eighteen inches. Drops of clear liquid were dripping steadily from the tip. A flick of his groin muscles snapped the member from my grip.

As Running Wolf resumed a steady motion, distracting me, Red Eagle tilted my head back and pressed the end of his manhood to my lips. I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting the precum. He pushed against me and I opened my mouth as wide as possible. Red Eagle filled my mouth completely with just the first few inches. My eyes were looking along the bottom of the shaft. It looked to go on forever before the weighty balls hanging between the monstrous thigh muscles were reached. I knew I was destined to take it all within me.

He wasted no time before pushing more in. He had me lined up so that despite its size it slipped steadily inward. I felt my throat expand as he stretched my esophagus. Slowly, I saw his balls push closer until they were slapping my face. Both my Indian lovers were plugged into me to the max. Their motions brought my body incredible sensations. Convulsions wracked me. I was soon joined by both men. Red Eagle, knowing that I loved to taste his cum, thoughtfully pulled back most of the way when he started to unload so I could experience him at his freshest.

We were huddled in a heap on the grass when Night Wind came over to call us to eat. I was still nursing on the mushroom head of Red Eagle's hefty hose that was still giving me a few spurts to wash down the mouthfuls he provided earlier. It pulled from my lips as he stood up. Then Running Wolf jumped up, snatching his fully buried piece from my butt in one quick stroke that took my remaining strength away. They carried me between their shoulders over to the fire and sat me between them.

Night Wind had several large chunks of meat from the cat we killed on a spit over the fire. He cut pieces for everybody. It was hands and teeth for utensils. The meat was tough, but flavorful, definitely a different taste from supermarket beef. I had seconds. The Indians really tore into it. I guess they needed a lot to fuel those muscles.

Running Wolf grabbed a water skin and offered it to me. "Water? Or milk?" He asked holding the end of his dick, still covered in the rubber that had accumulated three or four good loads.

I needed no second invitation. Milk for me any day. I carefully pealed it off him and drank deeply.

"I trained my friends well," commented Night Wind. "They are very good."

"Yes, very, very good," I agreed and went back to licking up the last drops of sperm.

Night Wind lay back in the grass and I watched as both braves took turns fucking him powerfully. I was glad they controlled their strength with me or they would have torn me apart.

Then it was time to secure the camp, check on the horses and turn in for the night. They had large animal furs for blankets in the teepee. I was to sleep with Red Eagle. I prepared his dick and he stood behind me and slid it home. Then he wrapped us in a fur and we lay down. I had a thirty inch arm as a pillow while the other encircled my chest. He stroked us both to a quick orgasm that drained our strength and brought a peaceful sleep.

I awoke when the dawn's early light streamed through the door opening. Night Wind and Running Wolf were no longer in the other blanket. They were outside already at work. Red Eagle was still asleep. I could feel his hard sex tool move within me in time with his relaxed breathing.

Night Wind came in to wake us. He saw me, smiled and shook Red Eagle, who gave a big yawn and rolled me over to work off his morning stiffness. Night Wind stopped him. He pulled out reluctantly and headed out, probably to find Running Wolf.

"I've decided to let you go," explained Night Wind. "But first, you will fuck me."

He hand a fresh rubber in his hand and wasted no time in rolling it on me. Red Eagle's night in my ass had left my eight inches rock hard and ready. When Night Wind lay back on the blanket and lifted his knees to his chest, I went right to work. I entered him smoothly. Even though he was used to tools much bigger than mine he was incredibly tight, much tighter than my roommate back at school. I worked his ten inch tool with my hand while I kept up a steady stroke. The muscles in his gut were squeezing me rhythmically. I seemed to grow larger and harder than I ever thought possible. By controlling the pressure he brought me up almost to the brink and then eased me back down. The sun was high in the sky before he allowed me to explode. When it came it felt like my whole body was pouring out through the end of my prick.

When I recovered we went out and joined the others. Breakfast finished off the rest of the cat. Then it was time to leave. Red Eagle and Running Wolf gave me a bear hug good-bye. I wanted another round with them , but Night Wind insisted I leave. I put on my hiking shoes and he handed me my backpack. He directed me not to get dressed until I returned to my car. I didn't understand, but wasn't about to argue. As I left the meadow, I looked back and waved. They waved farewell to me and I turned to start my hike down.

It was almost nightfall when I reached the car. I pulled out my change of clothes, but they were way too small. I must have packed the wrong ones. It was only when I saw the shock of my roommate that got me to realize that I had gained twelve pounds of solid muscle including a couple of inches to my dick for which my roommate was suitably grateful.

Well we did move to LA and got a nice place in West Hollywood. I told my roommate what happened on my hiking trip and he wanted to invite my friends to our place. We were able to contact them and the two warriors came out. I paired with Red Eagle and Running Wolf had my roommate. They were big hits on the club scene. Of course, as I should have foreseen, they soon moved on to arrangements with two of the real powers in town. We're still friends and they make sure that the guest lists for the best parties have our names.