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The old tribal medicine man now turned to face his grandson. He motioned with his head for the boy to follow him and then started walking away. Atreyu smiled at Bastian and then hurried to catch up with his grandfather.

"You have made a wise choice in your life partner," Grandpa began. "Bastian is an intelligent, caring, and loving boy. He will fill your days with joy, and your nights with ecstasy."

"Grandpa!" Atreyu blurted as he blushed.

"I only speak the truth," the old man defended. "He is very attractive, and thinks you are as well."

"Yeah," Atreyu smiled contentedly. "I love him and he loves me."

"So why do you fear your future with him?" the old man asked directly.

"What?" the boy gasped. "I don’t fear…." His voice trailed away under the look from the old man’s eyes. "What if I screw up? I want to be an artist. I like drawing pictures of guys. I don’t want him to get jealous and leave me because I’m looking at some guy and imagining him posed for a picture."

"If you love Bastian, you will remember his feelings," the old man advised. "You will also find that if he is your true mate, no other body will compare to his."

"That’s for sure," Atreyu whispered. "He is so hot. His skin is so creamy and pale and delicate. His shoulders are so much stronger than he thinks they are. His stomach muscles ripple like summer grass when he moves. Oh and his butt…." He suddenly stopped as he realized he was speaking out loud. His grandfather merely smiled.

"Your attraction to your lover is understandable," the old man agreed. "As I said, he’s a very attractive young man, as are you. Together you will make a handsome pair at the pow wow this year. It will also make me a happy old man to see my grandson married in the old ways at the council fire of our elders."

"You don’t think we’re too young?" Atreyu asked.

"Please, I was a year younger than you when I married your grandmother," the old man laughed. "She was a beauty." His voice faded away and he wiped a tear from his face as he said, "I still miss her so."

"I can’t imagine what I would do if something were to happen to Bastian," Atreyu thought aloud. "That’s why last night scared me so much. I thought I was losing him already."

"Bastian will need your love and support to recover from what has happened here last night," Grandpa told him. "He is afraid that you will see him as damaged and no longer love him."

"Oh Grandpa, that could never happen," the boy vowed. "I could never stop loving him. He’s not just part of my soul, he’s all of it. I couldn’t live without him."

"He said much the same of you," Grandpa informed Atreyu. "The two of you are very fortunate to have found one another so early in life. May you have a long and happy life together, filled with love and happiness. May your sons be strong and your daughters beautiful."

"We’re gay, Grandpa," Atreyu protested. "We can’t have kids."

"You can adopt, can’t you?" the old man countered. "The reservation is full of children who need good homes and parents who will love them. Is your heart so small that you cannot share it with those who will need it?"

"We’re just kids ourselves, Grandpa," Atreyu laughed lightly. "Let us grow up a little more before you start a new generation."

"It’s never too early to think of the future, Atreyu," the old man said seriously. "Nor is it wrong of a tribal leader to think of what’s best for the innocent members of the tribe who deserve better than they have it now."

"I promise we will consider it, Grandpa," the young man promised sincerely.

"What do you know of this young man you love?" Grandpa asked suddenly. "What are his goals, his dreams?"

"He wants to be a writer," Atreyu began. "He is great with people, especially children."

"So you have noticed and given thought to the idea before I brought it up," Grandpa said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, yes," the boy admitted. "I’ve watched everything he’s done since I met him. Well, I didn’t see what happened in that trailer last night before I got in there."

"Does it bother you, what happened?"

"Only that I wasn’t able to find him faster and prevent anything from happening," Atreyu answered. "If you’re worried that I may be turned off because someone else touched him, don’t be. I could only be upset if he had gone into that trailer willingly, but I knew he wouldn’t have done that."

"You are confident in his love for you, then?"

"Yes, sir," the teen replied firmly. "I have no doubts of his feelings for me, or mine for him."

"That is all I needed to know," the old man said with a smile. "There is yet something bothering you, though."

"I’m afraid, Grandpa," Atreyu confessed. "What if after last night, he doesn’t want to have sex with me, with anyone. I’ve heard of that happening."

"Will it change how you feel for him if you never make love to him in that way?" the old man asked staring directly into his grandson’s eyes.

"No, of course not," Atreyu said quickly. "I love him. I will always want to be with him, no matter what. It’s just that he’s so….. I mean I want to…. Ummm, well, you know…."

"Yes, grandson," the old man smiled. "I do indeed know. You are a red blooded male in the prime of your life. It is natural for you to want to make love to your lover. It is just as natural for him to want you to do it as well, which he does."

"He does?" Atreyu asked excitedly.

"If he did not, he wouldn’t be so nervous about whether you still wanted him," the old man pointed out. "I think it is time that you await your lover in your tent, Atreyu. I will send him here. I suggest you wear your loincloth."

Atreyu looked up in shock for two reasons. First, was that he had never realized that they had walked back to his parents’ campsite while talking. The second was that his grandfather seemed to know a little too much about his personal life for his comfort.

"How did you know that he wants to see me in that?"

"I didn’t," Grandpa told him. "I just know that when I wore mine, it drove your grandmother wild."

"EEEWWWW!!!!" the boy cried. "TMI Grandpa."

Atreyu went into the tent as his grandfather suggested. He also stripped and got out his deerskin loincloth. Once that was on, he spent the next ten minutes trying to decide whether he wanted to be lying on their mattress when Bastian came in, or sitting up on it, or standing. He was standing trying to decide when the boy in question opened the tent flap.

"Bastian," Atreyu gasped in surprise, even though he had been expecting his lover.

"Oh my god, Atreyu," Bastian whispered. "You are so gorgeous. You look so wild and untamed."

"That’s because I am," Atreyu told him. "I’m waiting for you to settle me down."

"Oh, so I’m just the old ball and chain?" Bastian asked. "Does this mean you’re going to wake up someday and be mad at me for tying you down?"

"You never said you were into bondage," Atreyu tried to joke.

"I’m serious," Bastian complained. "I don’t want to have sex with you if you are going to resent me later on when you don’t want to be married. If you just want to have sex with me, I can live with that I suppose. We can switch sleeping arrangements with your folks. Your dad already offered."

"You would sleep with me even if you knew that all I wanted was sex?" Atreyu asked.

"I want you too much to be able to say no," Bastian confessed. "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If I have to settle for being nothing more than a fucktoy to you, I’ll do it, just to stay close to you."

"First of all, I never want to have sex with you," Atreyu announced. Bastian staggered and almost fell. "Hear me out, please. It has nothing to do with what happened last night. If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re misunderstanding me. I said I never want to have sex with you because with you it will always be making love." Bastian dropped to his knees and looked up at Atreyu with tears in his eyes. "I love you Bastian. I want to grow old with you. I want to marry you. It doesn’t matter to me if that happens tonight or two months from tonight. Just know that I love you, I think you’re the most gorgeous guy on the planet, and you have the most incredible ass God ever created. I want to make love to you so much." He suddenly stopped talking and turned away from Bastian. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say things like that. I shouldn’t push you."

"Don’t ever stop saying things like that," Bastian corrected him. "I was so afraid that you wouldn’t ever want to touch me again because of those guys last night. They made me feel so dirty and used. I couldn’t imagine how you would ever want to be near me again."

"I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Bastian," Atreyu told him as he knelt beside his lover. "You may not understand this, but last night makes me want to be with you even more in a way. I want to hold you in my arms forever and never let anything hurt you again."

"I want that too," Bastian whispered. "I was so afraid that those guys were going to do things to me that I only want to do with you. I want to feel your arms around me as we lie on that bed. I want to feel your lips on mine as I run my hands through your beautiful hair and then down your gorgeous tanned back."

"Why are we talking about this when we could be in the bed doing it?" Atreyu interrupted. The boys held hands as they stood up and stepped over to the bed. The tent was rather small for the number of people it was advertised to accommodate, but for the two teens, it was plenty roomy. "Let me undress you," Atreyu said softly.

He pulled Bastian’s t shirt over his head and off, running his hands back down that silky smooth alabaster chest. His hands wrapped their way around Bastian’s waist as he pulled the blonde boy in close for a kiss. Their tongues explored each other’s mouth as Atreyu felt Bastian’s arms circle his own waist and rub up and down his bare back. Atreyu pulled back a little and felt Bastian’s hands trail around his shoulders and onto his chest. His own hands dropped to the front of Bastian’s pants. He quickly unfastened the button and lowered the zipper. He reached to grab the pants to pull them down, but Bastian stopped him.

"No, let me," the blonde requested. "I want you to stand there and watch me do this. I want to look at you in your loincloth as I strip and lay on the bed for you."

"Oh God, Bastian, baby," Atreyu murmured. "You are making me so hot. I want you so bad." Bastian’s pants and underwear hit the floor at the same time and the blonde stepped out of them. He then lay on his back on the bed and held his arms out to his bronzed lover.

"If you want me, then take me," Bastian whispered. "Make me yours. Let me feel you inside me as my lover, my soul mate, my husband."

"Yes," Atreyu breathed as he dropped to his knees beside his naked beauty. "I love you, Bastian. I will always love you."

"I love you too, Atreyu," he heard from the luscious red lips that he quickly covered with his own. He felt Bastian’s hands on his hips guiding his body between the blonde’s legs. Those same hands then undid the ties on the loincloth and tossed it across the tent. Their kiss broke as Bastian spoke in a ragged whisper. "You are so gorgeous. I’ve had dreams of guys since I was eleven years old, and I’ve seen guys in the showers at school, but none of them have ever compared to you. You’re so big, and tanned, and big."

"You look so much better than me," Atreyu told him. "Your silky shiny hair that glows in the sunshine; your perfect creamy skin, your sexy smooth chest with these delicious looking little nipples…." With that he bent his head and kissed his lover’s chest, trailing his tongue across one of those soft pinkish brown nubs. Both boys gasped with the rush of physical ecstasy from that sensual contact. Atreyu was lost in his rapt worship of Bastian’s beautiful body, but Bastian kept his thoughts focused on what he wanted, although it was the most difficult thing he’d ever done. His own physical sensations were at war with his mind for control of his body.

Bastian reached over beside the inflatable mattress they were lying on to the suitcase that held his clothes for the summer. Inside the front zippered pocket he found the bottle he was searching for, and brought it out into the open. He flipped open the lid and managed to squeeze a little of the contents into his hand. All this time, Atreyu had been kissing his ears, his neck, his chest, his nipples and then working his way back up to start all over again. Bastian could also feel his lover’s dick rubbing alongside his own. With his handful of lube, Bastian reached down and began to coat both their dicks with the KY liquid he had brought from his room at home.

"OH BASTIAN!" Atreyu moaned as he bucked into the hot, wet palm of his lover.

Bastian meanwhile had gotten some lube onto his other hand as well and was smearing it all around his anus. He pushed a finger into himself and arched up against Atreyu as he groaned in pleasure himself. He put his hands on his lover’s hips and pushed him away for a second, hearing the disappointed sigh from Atreyu. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around the darker teen’s waist and used them and his hands to pull Atreyu close. He felt the head of Atreyu’s cock throb against his own pulsing hole.

"Are you sure you’re ready for this, Bastian?" Atreyu asked one last time. He got his answer as Bastian squeezed with his legs and pulled with his hands, causing his stiff pole to shove into the blonde deeply. He heard the cry of pain from his lover and attempted to pull away, but before he could, Bastian repeated his efforts and succeeded in grounding Atreyu’s dick inside himself balls deep. "Bastian, baby, you shouldn’t have done it so fast. Did I hurt you?"

The pain was intense enough to keep Bastian from lying about it. He nodded that he was hurting, but he wouldn’t let Atreyu pull back. "I wanted it that way," he assured his lover when he could speak again. "I needed to feel you take me, to claim me. Now I’m really yours; we’re married now."

"God, Bastian, I love you so much," Atreyu whispered into the blonde’s ear. Bastian was holding him tight against his chest with his arms and the blonde’s legs were wrapped around his lower back, keeping his cock firmly embedded in the white hot glove that was made just for it.

"I’m ready now," Bastian said softly. "Make love to me, husband."

"Forever and all of eternity, husband," Atreyu responded. He felt Bastian’s legs loosen around him and he pulled back. Both boys groaned and shuddered at the never before experienced level of nirvana that created. His knees went weak from sensory overload and Atreyu moved forward, driving back into his panting, gasping, begging lover.

"Oh Trey! Fuck me, baby!"

"You are incredible," Atreyu growled as he began a rocking motion, slowly pistoning in and out of Bastian’s awesome body. He reached down and swatted his lover’s hand away from his prize. He started pumping Bastian’s dick in rhythm with his thrusts. "Oh Basty, I love you, babes!"

Their lovemaking grew steadily fiercer as each boy lost control of himself to the raw emotions of the moment. Bastian had never dreamed or imagined that anything could feel as good as the dick sliding in and out of his ass faster and faster. Atreyu was beyond the ability to think. He could only feel, and what he felt was the wet, hot squeezing of his lover’s body around his throbbing dick. He was now pounding away at Bastian’s butt mercilessly, but neither of them cared. It felt too good, too right.

Bastian was the first to reach that point of no return, although both boys were fighting to make the fuck last as long as they could. The blonde nearly screamed out his lover’s name as his cock exploded with hot thick boy sauce. The first shot hit the wall of the tent above their heads. The rest landed in descending locations on Bastian’s body. When he dribbled the last drops, he had cum in his hair, on his face, his neck, his chest, and his stomach.

The spasms inside Bastian as he erupted were excruciatingly intense for Atreyu. He too yelled out as he came deep inside his lover. He couldn’t remember ever having such a powerful orgasm. When it was done, his body twitched and jerked as his nerves tried to calm his body down.

The boys lay still for a moment, gasping for breath. They looked into one another’s eyes and basked in the love they saw reflected there. They kissed more passionately than they ever had before, and that was saying something. When they finally pulled back to breath again, Bastian spoke with a satisfied and sexy grin that Atreyu would remember the rest of his life.

"We’re married now!" Bastian announced happily.

"You sure are," came a familiar old voice from outside the tent. "Now take a nap and keep it quiet in there." Both teens blushed from head to toe and started to giggle.