On the sixth day of his new life with Turtle Head, Jaguar Claw woke in the middle of the night. It was dark, and a soft rain was falling outside. His bladder was full, clamoring for relief, so he quietly rose and slipped from his chamber. He ran quickly to the courtyard, out into the rain, and relieved himself on a bush with a sigh. The rain was soft but steady, and quickly plastered his hair to his head and made his skin slippery, but it felt good, and would be good for the maize, beans, and potatoes growing out in the fields surrounding the city. The great drought appeared to have ended and prosperity was returning.
"And maybe I'm part of that." he said to himself. "Am I like the rain? Have the gods caused me to fall from heaven? What good am I to my people?"
He whispered out a prayer:
You went to the world beneath the ground
And left me alone.
You said I would be a great warrior
And I am not.
The great cycle of time spins near me
And time moves on around and around
But it does not touch me.
Why is it so?
He waited a moment for an answer, but only rain fell down from the gods.
He sighed and turned to go back inside, but a movement caught his eye. There was a person in the doorway. No, it was two people.
Jaguar Claw moved behind his bush and watched, curious as to what might happen.
In the doorway was a young girl, one of the servants, and behind her an older boy, the one who ran messages for Turtle Head.
"Come," whispered the girl. "The rain is warm. All in the house are asleep. Come."
The boy hesitated, then shrugged, and together they moved out to the center of the courtyard to the fountain.
Jaguar Claw watched as the girl knelt in front of the boy and removed his covering. The boy was naked then, with the girl's face only inches from his penis.
She moved her head forward and caught the boy in her mouth. The penis grew rigid as she sucked on him, smacking her lips and slurping the rain water.
The boy arched his head back and breathed out, "Ahh."
"What is this?" whispered Jaguar Claw to himself. "What are they doing?"
The girl pumped her head up and down a few times while the boy writhed around her, sighing and gasping, as if he were being tortured but not with pain.
The girl moved her mouth off the penis and whispered, "Not yet. I want some too."
She stood then and removed her clothing. Her skin was light, and glistened in the rain water. Her breasts were still growing, but could no longer be called new buds. Each was capped with a small brown nipple that pointed up toward the sky at an angle.
The boy wrapped his arms around the girl, his hard penis trapped between their bodies, and kissed her, licking the rain water from her skin. He moved his mouth down then, and attacked her nipples, sucking and chewing on them. Her chest heaved, she sighed and gasped, and Jaguar Claw's mind was in a dizzy whirl.
The boy moved an arm under one of the girl's knees then, lifting it up while she placed the tip of his penis at the entrance of her vagina. He thrust forward once, burying himself in her depths. They both cried out then, softly, in emotion filled ecstasy.
He thrust again, bouncing her body against his, and she thrust herself back, blissfully impaling herself on the boy.
"Ah," she cried. "So good."
"Yes." he grunted.
Their bodies moved together, sliding and slipping, soaked with the warm, heavenly rain.
And Jaguar Claw watched, transfixed, astonished at what he was seeing.
"Wonderful," he whispered.
They did not last long. The boy's movements became jerky and rough while the girl's hands fluttered up and down his back. Then she was mewling and almost crying, and he was gasping, grunting as he spurted his life into her.
The were still for a moment, and then she giggled and danced away from the boy, twirling her arms around her, spinning around on the flag stones of the courtyard with her face tilted back, up into the rain.
He moved slowly, gingerly leaning down and retrieving their clothing.
"Come," he hissed, "We should go back inside before we are found."
She danced back to him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him fiercely, then said, "Yes, I guess so."
They wrapped themselves up again, and together they slipped back through the doorway leaving Jaguar Claw alone with his bush.
"This is a thing I would like to see again," he whispered to himself.
He counted to eighty twice and then went back inside, fearful of being caught. He lay on his sleeping mat for a long time before sleep finally came. What were they doing? Was it a game of some kind they were playing? They certainly looked like they were having fun.
He looked down at his penis. It was not dwarfish like his arms and legs, but it was still very much smaller than the other boy's penis. Perhaps when he grew older, as old perhaps as the messenger boy was, then a girl would desire to play that game with him.
He slept finally, falling deeply into the land of dreams which were filled with naked breasts and buttocks and laughing girls.
