From: Gary Donovan
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject: Red Dawn--Part 2 (Was Re: World's First Known Bottom Found in Alps)
Date: 13 Sep 92 07:45:03 GMT
Article-I.D.: spdcc.1992Sep14.035623.28045
Organization: Neanderthals 'R Us

Part Two

The next morning brought warmth back to the valley.  The fire had
burned down to a small pile of orange embers.  Gray Wolf woke to find
himself pulled up next to the naked warmth of the great hunter, their
arms encircling each other with a shared glow in between.  His head
had been placed on Red Dawn's chest and it felt better than any place
he had ever slept before in his life.  A strange musky odor filled
his nose, but that again touched him pleasurably in an unknown way. 
Sensing movement, Red Dawn woke with a a start but then calmed down. 
They had survived the night and he was pleased with that.  

He gently caressed Gray Wolf's shoulder and brought his hand up to
run his fingers through the touseled black hair.  Gray Wolf brought
his head around and shot him a glance of warm satisfaction.  Red Dawn
reached under Gray Wolf's chin and slowly starting stroking the
thick, black beard, and Gray Wolf's eyes closed.  A shudder of
pleasure shook the young man down to his toes.

Not to waste any of the shared heat, Gray Wolf pulled himself over on
top of the older man and he reached up to caress Red Dawn's brown
beard.  Gentle fingers gingerly ran from the thick mat of hair on Red
Dawn's chest tracing the outline of his neck to finally be drawn
forward under the chin.  Gray Wolf repeated this action many times,
much to Red Dawn's great pleasure.

Growing a little cold, though, he pulled Gray Wolf closer for warmth
and found his face to be inches away from his pupil.  Completing the
action, he pulled Gray Wolf's face to his and parted his lips to
receive the others.  A flash of warmth passed as two made contact. 
Soon, the pair of beards began swirling about in a mad burst of
energy as Red Dawn pulled the other man in ever so closer.

Seconds turned into minutes as each became oblivous to the growing
majesty of the sunrise which was Red Dawn's namesake and inspiration.
Gray Wolf found himself locked in a mesmerizing field of smell,
warmth and physical stimulation that he never thought could exist. 
Soon, he found himself being rolled over onto his back with the
wonderful bulk of his friend on top of him.  Both were quite aware of
the growing between them, and Red Dawn sat his young charge up
against the warm carcass of the mammoth.

Drifting below the cover of the robes, Red Dawn traced the outline of
Gray Wolf's neck with his mouth and dragging his beard over the area
as he did so.  Next came the countours of the young man's chest with
a growing firmness that drew long periods of attention from the
hunter's warm mouth.  Gray Wolf lay as if transfixed with heaping
waves pleasure crashing through his head.  Low growls were being
emitted from beneath the robe and Gray Wolf felt ones of his own 
bursting forth.

Red Dawn slowly descended until he found the his quest. Unfolding
it's pink, fleshy hood, a pungeant aroma danced through his
nose.  Drawing it back revealed a proud, shiny crown which raised
forth in an inviting fashion.  Red Dawn couldn't resist it any
further and he noticed that Gray Wolf was holding his breath and
quivering.  Red Dawn pounced upon his prize with zeal, taking the
firm shaft into his warm, bearded mouth.  A gasp and a roar escaped
from Gray Wolf as he pushed forward into Red Dawn's attack.  

He threw back the robe and saw the tableau below.  Red Dawn was
rhythmically working the shaft and the crown with his hand and mouth
in an almost magical fashion.  Soon, Gray Wolf noticed a buildup of
pressure deep within his belly and knew the eruption would soon break
forth.  Red Dawn could sense a tightening of Gray Wolf's legs and a
shortening of his breathing.  At once, a pleasurable knife ripped
through his body and shot forth as he let out a roar which echoed
across the valley.   Red Dawn hungrily devoured the salty liquid as
if he had not eaten in days.  Soon, the mighty tool softened and he
looked up at his young friend.  Gray Wolf saw a happy expression
framed with shiny wet traces scattered about his beard like jewels in
the sunrise.

Red Dawn knew that the rituals taught to him by Night Moon were
almost complete.  But, there remained one task which would complete
the bond and forever seal Gray Wolf into the ranks of the
hunter/mystic.  Remembering back to his own initiation, he recalled
how drained he had been but saw that there was more.  Echoing those
movements Red Dawn reached down to a pile of fat that had been
stripped from the mammoth carcass.  Lying in the sunshine it had
become warm and slippery and Red Dawn reached down to run his hands
through it.  Taking a small piece, he annointed his proud rod.  Gray
Wolf was lying still and appeared as if in a half-trance.  Red Dawn
raised his student's legs and placed them on his shoulders exposing
the nether region.  The mammoth grease was applied in and around the
pink ring with slow deliberate circles penetrating ever so gently.

Gray Wolf's head was echoing with the reverberations of what had just
transpired.  Now, there was a new sensation.  Mildly painful, but 
growing pleasurable by the moment as he felt the slick fingers
probing around inside of him.  There was a rhythmic stroking that
ensued and he arched his back up to help his friend gain a more
easier access. What was coming next, Gray Wolf could only guess, but
if the previous activity was any clue he gave himself up willingly
for what lay ahead.

Seeing this movement,  Red Dawn knew that it was time.  He reached
down and unfolded his own hood and slicked up the crown with more
grease.  Placing the crown against the ring, Red Dawn muttered a 
short prayer.  Today a man would be entered into the realm of true
reality.  He would face that which would penetrate him, and not be
taken from behind like an animal.  Pressing forward, he felt the 
ring tighten up, then slowly relax to allow its passage.  Gray 
Wolf felt an inner warmth sliding into him and was surprised at
how easy and good it felt.  The fact that he was growing again
somehow didn't surprise him in the least.

Red Dawn set into a cadence of thrusting inward to the full limit
and outward to the point of exiting.  Sweat was pouring off of his
brow and stung his eyes, but he didn't seem to care.  Gray Wolf
arched his back higher into the air and his body felt like it was
floating between some point between the ground and the sky above.
Seeing a pair of hawks fighting in the sky, his spirit soared up
to meet them.  Their wings were flapping in unison to a cadence
that filled the valley.  

The pounding drums inside Red Dawn's head became more insistent
and his body's action met up with their increased tempo.  Soon,
a warm roiling sensation appeared somewhere in mid-air and Red
Dawn flew out to meet it.  Swirling around him with a shimmering
light he looked out to see Gray Wolf with his legs high in the
air.  The lights coalesced into a perfect point of light and rushed
out of his taut, aching, hairy body and exploded in a blinding flash
in the spot where he had just seen Gray Wolf.

Pitching forward, Red Dawn fell down over the muscular frame of this
new man he had just created.  Gray Wolf pulled the heaving mass close
to him and somehow managed to pull the robes up over both of them.
As he drifted off to sleep in the early morning sun, he couldn't help
but notice the warm wetness that slowly tickled down his inner
thighs.  It was a pleasurable footnote to what had just transpired.

[To Be Continued]