Awkwardly, he stood up, Tintsiquan looked at him and raised one hand up. Banred timidly took it and Tintisquan stood up as well. Young men began to throw flowers at them while dancing around them, the scene put Banred uncomfortably in mind of the maiden’s at the wedding he had attended with the Lady Grimani, when the vows were done, the couple had been “flowered” in this way. Was he getting married here?
Banred looked at the thick barrel of the chest, the strong arms, the well-formed fingers as the hand came up and extended a palm toward him, and he put his own hand up and pressed palm-to-palm. That seemed to be the right thing to do, Tintsiquan smiled.
“If I’m getting married here, I hope you’re going to be worth it.” Banred said earnestly to Tintsiquan. In Spanish, “Tu y mi, novios?” he asked.
Tintsiquan smiled. “Amigos especiales.” he said, which meant “Particular friends.”
“That’s good.” Banred said in some relief. “Muy bueno.”
“Si, muy bueno.” Tintsiquan said and put his arm around Banred’s waist. Banred smiled and did the same, the flesh felt a little funny with all the dried paint on it, but it was warm, warm.
He looked around. The sexual separation in this tribe was marked. Men and women intermingled...but didn’t pair up except as he and Tintsiquan were. The women fondled each other in an unmistakably pre-sexual manner, and he saw one young male couple with their hands surreptitiously under each other’s loincloths. They seemed nervous and furtive about this, though other men were kissing and stroking each other without any attempt to hide it. Apparently you were allowed to love each other, but only up to a point.
An old man came over and Banred gestured to him politely. “Good evening.” he said in Spanish.
“Good evening, young sir.” the man said in fluent Spanish.
Banred was surprised...was this man Spanish? “Are you a missionary, sir?” he responded.
“No, but my tribe, the Mocama, have dealt with the Spanish for many years.” he said. “I have learned their language so I can trade with them better.”
“Then you can tell me what is going on here?” Banred said. “I seem to have been adopted by this man as his special friend.”
“It means more than friend to them.” the man agreed. “The Amicos, you have seen, are a tribe ruled by their women while in the village. During the winter, they spread out and hunt in smaller groups and then the men run things. Men hunt, women farm. Men bring in meat, women bring in grain and vegetables and gather berries.”
“And the special friend?” Banred said.
“It is the only way you would be allowed to stay in this village.” the man said. “I am allowed inside only because of this feast, and must soon leave, but you will be allowed to stay in this man’s house with his mother and sisters.”
“Will I...sleep with him?”
“And make love with him, yes.” the man seemed surprised. “That is one thing that special friends do. Is it not the same with the people of your country?”
“Quite a bit, yes.” Banred said.
“That is what I told them when they learned of your arrival. The Spanish speak of your people with scorn of this, so I was ready to tell the Amicos that you were no friends of the Spanish. That is what makes them your friends. The Spanish keep trying to bring these tribes under their control, though the Amicos not as much as my own tribe which is to the south of here. They bring their gods and call our ways evil and we are expected to be glad they are here.”
“My people wouldn’t do that.” Banred said. “There are only a few of us and we have no missionaries with us. Just soldiers so we can build a fort to fight off the English. We won’t fight the Amicos if they don’t fight us.”
“A good fight now and then is good for the young men, so they can win honor.” the man said. “But these Amicos don’t see it that way. If you’ll treat them well, they’ll be your friends.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Banred said. “I’ll tell my people tomorrow all about it.”
“Oh, but you can’t leave their village for three days.” the man said. “It would be unlucky if you did. Not truly a friend of theirs. The Amicos say that if you would leave after one night you are an enemy, after two you are not to be trusted, but a friend if you spend three. Forgive me if I leave you now, so I can leave their town myself, for I am only a trader and therefore not a friend; and they would kill me if I remained inside the town after dark. You must not leave the house they take you to until sunrise, and then only with Tintsiquan. If you do, they will kill you. After three days, you may come and go as you will, so be patient.”
“I am grateful for your advice.” Banred said and shook hands with the man.
“Tomorrow I go back to my own tribe.” the man said. “But I will tell your people you will rejoin them in safety in three days’ time.”
“Ask them to bring in my trade goods.” Banred said as the man stood up. “I brought gifts for the tribes here, and things to trade them, as well.”
“I will do that.”
Banred sat back, feeling that he had had a very good day after all!
The only thing he missed from this feast was something alcoholic to drink, the natives didn't appear to have anything brewed. Have to teach them that.
But to compensate, there was Tintsiquan next to him, gaudy with paint that somehow seemed right on his large frame. He took advantage of the slackening of festivities and the general lack of attention paid to him to give Tintsiquan a kiss, Tintsiquan permitted it, though he laughed and fended off anything else. Hmph! Oh, well, there was later tonight.
The house he was taken to was some fifteen feet square. Inside he was surprised to see it was cut in half, a bark division that went up some eight feet high permitted air to circulate freely. He and Tintsiquan went to the left half of the interior, Banred saw the women in the right half. Interesting; he'd heard tales of old Carlovain of such segregated housing, it was like visiting his ancestral past to see these people living here.
There were four other men inside, Banred found Tintsiquan's few Spanish words encompassed those of relationship; these were his brother-in-law, his brother, his father and his father's brother. All lay on beds of four posts with a lacing of reeds between and straw piled on top of this and a hide laying over all. Banred and Tintsiquan went to their own, and he found it a serviceable bed, better by far than the hammock he'd been using for the last months but not as good as his bed back in the ducal manor.
Tintsiquan gestured that he was to undress and Banred did so. Removing clothing at his gestures, Banred found himself soon totally naked. Tintsiquan's own clothing was easier to remove, a quick yank at his loincloth and he was bare. Banred found himself with an aching erection and Tintsiquan smiled at him and moved him into the bed.
Banred greeted Tintsiquan’s body as it lay next to him, reached down and found Tintsiquan’s manhood...and Tintsiquan carefully pulled his hand back away again. “No, no, friend, no.” he said.
“No?” Banred asked.
“No.” Tintsiquan said firmly, and as if to console him for the denial, began to stroke his body. Intimately, familiarly, touching him everywhere except on the part of him that throbbed and needed him to touch it! That Tintsiquan religiously steered clear from.
And when Banred, in his frustration, reached down with his own hand to pump his cock, Tintsiquan again stopped and admonished him with the monosyllabic negative. Banred groaned in frustration...to be in bed with a handsome, virile man, to be stroked and loved by him...and not allowed to have sex! It was damnable!
And so it continued for the next three nights. Tintsiquan was his constant companion, always next to him, always holding him and touching him, inviting touches in return...everywhere but under that flap of loincloth, though Tintsiquan sported hard-ons as often as Banred. His plight was apparently a source of great amusement in the village, men would point at Banred’s manhood jutting out his trousers and made gestures of it and laugh. One couple seemed to take special delight in provoking him with their own quite open and accepted touching of each other’s bodies. What did they have that he and Tintsiquan didn’t? But Tintsiquan looked at them with a longing identical to Banred’s.
Since his trade goods were not brought to him, he had little else to do but touch Tintsiquan, which drove him to distraction. Banred found an outlet, he taught Tintsiquan Nestry-French. They spent hours in each other’s arms, talking to each other. They fed each other, even, Tintsiquan carefully lifting the food to Banred’s lips, placing it on his tongue, watching him eat it. Banred did the same, of course...but this didn’t get him any closer to Tintsiquan’s cock than anything else...nor his own!
By the third night, Banred was sporting a constant erection. Any touch would have sent him over the edge, he ground against Tintsiquan as much as he could and Tintsiquan’s own erection was there to meet it, or to thrust between Banred’s legs and Banred would clench his thighs together and Tintsiquan would hunch and groan...and then stop and pull away, panting heavily. If this was torture for Banred, it was for Tintsiquan as well, that much was certain.
“Tomorrow.” Tintsiquan said to Banred in his new-found language of Nestry. “Tomorrow we become special friends.” That sweet face of his breathed a heady nectar of masculine breaths onto him, they seemed to exude hormones.
“Tomorrow?” Banred asked him. “Tomorrow, you and I will make love?” He put his hands up with middle fingers extended, and brushed them against each other. “You and me?” he asked.
“Yes, tomorrow.” Tintsiquan said. “You and me.” he promised.
“Thank God!” Banred sighed. He slept in Tintsiquan’s arms easily now, it was as if he would not be able to sleep now if he hadn’t had these strong brown arms about him.
Dawn, unlike many others, was a chorus of male voices. Chiding, laughing at them through the opening of the hut. Banred looked at them and they were all talking and pointing and laughing. Tintsiquan pulled the covers off both of them, and they gawked at the twin erections there and laughed even harder. Tintsiquan got up and got dressed in his loincloth and Banred pulled on his own shirt and pants...and then Tintsiquan was pulling him through the crowd, which seemed determined to stop them from getting out!
“Come, come!” Tintsiquan panted. “It is the day after the third night! Come, come!”
The men were determined to prevent them from going, and did a sizeable job of that, the sun had been up nearly an hour before Tintsiquan and Banred managed to get through them and the men laughed as they got through the gates of the wall around the village...and left them alone.
“Now, now!” Tintsiquan gabbled at him.
“Here?” Banred said. But Tintsiquan’s arms were suddenly upon him and Banred knew from those arms and that ardor that he didn’t have to hold back any longer! “Oh, praise be!” he sighed as those lips found his own. “At last, at last!”
That huge prick stabbed between his legs again and it was heavily weeping a strand of clear jism out of its slit. Banred felt it as a line of wetness through his pants, and then that hot rod was crammed just beneath his groin and Tintsiquan fucked at him and Banred groaned. “God, let me suck it!” he begged. “Please, please let me suck it.”
“What is suck?”
Banred grabbed that hard dong--Tintsiquan groaned--and Banred said, “Suck.” and he made sucking sounds. “I suck you.” he said as he knelt down.
“Yes, yes, you suck I.” Tintsiquan said.
“Me.” Banred corrected him, almost automatically. He was looking right at the thick, wide, brown pole of Indian dong, his mouth watered and blurred his words. “You suck me.”
“You suck me.”
“Yeah.” Banred agreed and let his tongue touch the nectar that was again oozing from Tintsiquan’s prick.
As his lips closed about Tintsiquan’s cock, Tintsiquan moaned, a deep throaty groan from his very depth. “Suck, suck, suck!” He urged Banred. “More, more.”
Banred let the heavy dong slip down his throat. God, the precome flooded as he did that, it formed a slick layer on which Tintsiquan’s prick slid like a snail over its trail of slime. Banred’s tongue slavered as that musky liquid poured out onto it, and Banred worked his tongue back and forth beneath the sliding behemoth as it wormed its way deeper and deeper into him.
“Now we special special.” Tintsiquan said. Banred had decided that their language repeated a word as a means of emphasizing it, it would explain many of Tintsiquan’s idioms for that to be true. “Very special.” he then said.
Banred let himself enjoy this moment, the relief of engaging in sex. It didn’t matter so much that particular moment that his own dong was ignored, that was a mere matter of the technique being used at the moment; it would change soon enough, no doubt. His body believed it and was willing to wait, and to bask in the glow of finally being able to have sex again, again!
So his mouth moved on Tintsiquan’s cock with slow, methodical enjoyment, Tintsiquan ran his fingers into Banred’s hair and Banred was unsurprised when those fingers caught tight and began to hunch that hard prong into Banred’s throat. He let it happen, but when Tintsiquan let go after a time, he released Tintsiquan’s cock and said, “Now you suck me.”
“Yes, yes.” Tintsiquan agreed and Banred hastily undid his fly as Tintsiquan lay down beside him. Banred got his dong free and leaned over and Tintsiquan intercepted his cock on the way down, Banred ended up on top of Tintsiquan and his cock being driven down Tintsiquan’s throat by his own weight, and Tintsiquan’s prick was waiting for him to resume the attention.
His body was composed solely of his cock, and that was inside Tintsiquan’s mouth, Tintsiquan was lavishing it with moisture, Banred had rarely felt the sheer strength of Tintsiquan’s sucking before. He let go of Tintsiquan’s cock just long enough to say, “God, Tintsiquan, you are good, so damned good!”
Then it was back to sucking that sturdy Indian dong, at last, at last! It was clean as he knew it was, for the most painful of each day’s experiences had been the baths they had given each other in the river. It was like Tintsiquan was an extension of him now. He felt, really felt, what they meant by “special friends” for it was more than just a friend, or even a good friend, this was a part of you, part of you!
That was why his cock was so alive, why it threw out a wash of passion that surged throughout his body, as if the source of all joys had been somehow tapped and was flooding out to fill him completely. It filled his arms and legs, it tucked itself into his toes and fingers, it boiled about in his belly, it shook and wracked him with pleasure, it tormented him with delight, it tortured him with joy!
Damn it, it was too soon! He felt his cock surging and tingling in that unmistakable pattern...climax! It was approaching like a horse and rider at full tilt, he felt the pounding hooves as the pounding of blood in his veins, that pulsed behind his eyeballs, that danced in his brain and his cock was like a monster surging out of the waters of his body, rising up, up, up, and when it crashed back again, a tidal wave would assault him, up, up, up!
“Oh, oh, oh!” He groaned, his words smothered by Tintsiquan’s dong. That cock was so hot, it was close to climaxing itself, he redoubled his efforts on it as he groaned out his warning of impending ejaculation; Tintsiquan began to echo his sounds with his own grunts of joy, thank God, Banred thought, and let his ecstasy take him entirely.
Like a rampaging beast it mauled him, he had never felt an intensity like this before. It was borne of the long hours of stroking, of the lying together intertwined all night, of rising and spending each day together, close together so that when he turned his head, Tintsiquan was right there. All that experience, all this withheld and denied sensation, awoke once more as orgasm hit him, his body jerked and spasmed and clenched tight, he lifted up from the ground and grass as if he were floating, his body was a single spike of ejaculation, and the beast burst its bonds and roared out of his throat, and his sperm flew like a levee that had broken its banks, a gush, a rush and a whoosh of liquid, flying, flooding, seething and churning, bearing flotsam in its crest and crashing all about and around and demolishing all it touched!
Then, only then, did he feel his actual ejaculation occur, felt the rush of semen flowing out of his body and into Tintsiquan’s hungry throat, Tintsiquan drank at him greedily, making eager grunts of joy, and those grunts rose, rose, ignited!
Banred felt the cock tense up, he braced for it, and it hit him like a tankard poured into his unwitting mouth by a joking comrade at a tavern, his eyes closed, his mouth was suddenly full of foaming liquid and more poured into it and more and more and more!
There was no escape, no pulling away, not with those sturdy thighs which had locked his head into place (but when did this happen?), he was caught and helpless, all he could do was drink, and drink it he did, hot, salty, musky, raunchy, slimy, mucky, savory, delicious come, it was the nectar of the gods and he gulped it down as if it were the only food he had ever had...and ever wanted!
On and on it flooded into his mouth, Banred drank and drank. He knew that this was no more than he had done to Tintsiquan, but that didn’t keep him from choking at the copious flow upon his tonsils, he coughed and drank down more and finally, finally it ended and he was a limp willow reed of a man, lying on the ground like a discarded apron greasy and wet from the cookfires, and he was wet and sticky from the sweat of his exertions, his body felt the breeze of morning like a cool benediction upon his body, and there was but one oasis of warmth left upon his body, and that was Tintsiquan’s mouth still holding, still sucking, on his cock.
Banred released Tintsiquan’s cock and said, “Oh, Tintsiquan, you were great!”
Tintsiquan released him briefly and said, “Again. We suck again.” And his mouth returned to Banred’s cock.
Again? Could he? So soon? His body responded with a sound “Yes!”, it would take more than one release to make up for the discipline of the last three days, all those touches, all those strokes over his body,
“All right. Again.” he agreed and that cock of Tintsiquan’s surged up to greet him hard and hot and still wet from Banred’s mouth; it fit on top of his tongue easily as he slid it back in.
Banred was surprised how resourceful his body was, it was the work of only a few minutes to have his body again reveling in the joys of the flesh, to again feel his body throbbing with pleasure all through and over him, to feel that amazing joy of sharing with someone who had been and become his constant companion. Special friends, he knew now, went everywhere together. He understood why, now! Why seek separation from your own self, even though it resided in another’s body?
That thought brought his body to the brink. He groaned his delight and Tintsiquan, still far from his own climax, though his cock was hard and firm and his balls were slapped tight against his shaft, accepted a diminishment of his own pleasure to minister the more to Banred, Banred lay his head upon Tintsiquan’s thigh and groaned out his pleasure while Tintsiquan’s cock lay dormant upon one cheek and Banred gasped his joy onto Tintsiquan’s balls.
After Banred had again released his seed, he returned to Tintsiquan’s cock and now it was Tintsiquan’s turn to lay there and enjoy the delight of Banred’s mouth.
“You and me are special friends.” he said firmly.
Banred could only agree whole-heartedly. He hoped his fellow Carlovainers would accept Tintsiquan easily, for he couldn’t imagine leaving Tintsiquan behind.
He started to rise when Tintsiquan finished his climax, and Tintsiquan again pushed him down. “Again.” he said.
“Could he? Would he? “All right.” Banred sighed. After three days of deprivation, getting any further from the village than they were now might take some doing!
He wondered what Stevlen was doing right now?