Flea Market Sausage

The boys awoke the next morning to the sounds of Bastian's favorite music in his CD alarm clock.  It was recordings of Native American love songs. He walked over to the machine to turn it up as they got out of bed for the day.

Atreyu looked at him and said, "You don't have to play that just for me.  I listen to regular music as well."  Seeing Bastian's obvious confusion, he realized that the music had not been chosen for him.  "I thought you were playing that because of my heritage through my dad.  He is full blood: I'm only half because of my mom."

"You're an Indian?" Bastian blurted.  He blushed immediately and apologized.  "I mean a Native American?"

"You may call me Hard as Rock, Paleface," Atreyu said in a very stern deep voice.

"Is that your tribe name?" Bastian asked excitedly.

"You blond goof," Atreyu laughed.  "I was just kidding.  That might as well be my name when you're around though."

"You're not an India… I mean Native American?" Bastian asked, somewhat disappointed and confused.

"Yes, Sex on Brain, I am an Indian," Atreyu laughed again.  "It's easy to see who's going to be the intelligent one in this relationship."

"Your naked body is distracting me," Bastian offered with a shy grin. 

"No more than yours does me," Atreyu pointed out.

 "I know I just got up because of the alarm, but I still feel like I'm dreaming," Bastian sighed happily as he ran his hands over his boyfriend's chest.  "You are a dream come true, my tall dark warrior brave," he whispered.  He suddenly grew serious and pulled away.  "If you're the brave, does that make me the squaw?"

"Paleface watchem too much TV," Atreyu announced in his Indian Chief voice.  He added seriously, "Until the white man interfered with the beliefs of the ancestors, Native Americans revered those who were different as a blessing from the Great Spirit."

"I'm a blessing?" Bastian asked him.  "I can live with that."  He flashed a cheesy grin as Atreyu giggled at him.

"You really are a blessing," Atreyu told him.  "I never felt anything like this for anyone before in my life."

"Me either," Bastian confirmed.  "It really is like you are a part of me that was missing and I didn't even know it until I saw you yesterday."  He got a wicked gleam in his eye as he added, "And speaking of parts, you have one that I want, right now."

"Oh Bastian!" Atreyu exclaimed as Bastian dropped to his knees in front of his lover.  "That is so hot.  You're the best."

"Second best," Bastian corrected.  "I'm learning from the best, though."

"If you're this good already, I have nothing to teach you," Atreyu told him sincerely.  "You've got me ready to blow already."

"Well, you just have to cool off then," Bastian announced as he hopped up and turned away.  Atreyu made a sort of strangled cry of protest until he saw that Bastian was walking toward the bathroom, while gesturing for Atreyu to follow.  He stopped suddenly to look at Atreyu seriously.  "Hey, if you're an Indian, does that mean you have a loincloth and a headdress and stuff?"

"Only the chief and the medicine man wear headdress," Atreyu answered.  "As for the other, yes I have some ceremonial clothes that do include a loincloth, you perving paleface."

Bastian grinned from ear to ear while blushing as he said, "Cool."  He apparently forgot that he had left his pants in the middle of the floor the night before at that point because he started to walk toward Atreyu and promptly lost his balance.  He spun around trying not to fall as Atreyu jumped forward to steady him.  Atreyu grabbed his boyfriend around the waist and pulled Bastian against his own body.  This of course meant that his hardened dick was throbbing between Bastian's butt cheeks.

"OOOhhhh!" Bastian gasped.  "Ride your cowboy, Indian," he murmured seductively as he began to hump and grind against the pole at his backside.

"We can't do this now," Atreyu told his excited lover.  "Not enough time and too many ears too close."

"I don't care," Bastian said firmly.  "They know we're doing it.  They're ok with it."

"Well, I'm not," Atreyu said just as strongly.  "I don't want our first time to be a quickie."  He spun Bastian around in his arms.  "Don't you understand?  I don't want to just have sex with you.  I want us to be boyfriends."

"Boyfriends have sex though," Bastian pointed out.  Atreyu sighed. 

"Your tribal name really does need to be Sex on Brain," Atreyu groaned.  "I want to make slow sweet love to you, not just fuck your brains out."

"I want both," Bastian told his new boyfriend.  "I have dreamed of this for so long.  I have a boy who wants me the same way I want him.  I do have that, don't I?"

"You know it," Atreyu confirmed.  "But I've dreamed of this for a long time too.  I want this to be perfect for both of us."

"All right, we wait," Bastian surrendered with an exaggerated pout.

"Just until tonight when we are sleeping in the tent away from the old folks' ears," Atreyu promised.  "I'll wear my loin cloth for you," Atreyu added with a wink. 

"Oh, now who's perving?" Bastian laughed. 

The boys finally managed to take their shower and get out of the room just as Bastian's mom was about to knock on the door.  They blushed as she told them how cute they had looked sleeping in each other's arms the night before.  She finished embarrassing them and informed them that their breakfast was waiting for them in the kitchen.