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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,090
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 10-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinc
Chapter 10
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Chapter 10
Before they set out, Norman suggested Sly go and tell the Chiefs. Let them know what had happened.
"Shit. I'm afraid to. I mean I was supposed to be little Ricky's mentor and now the fuckin kid went and got himself lost."
"I'll go tell them, and I'll get the rest of the Braves to help us search." Sly consented and Norman took Jackie on up toward the campsite. The rest of the Braves and inductees headed back on the trail.
At the first fork, Sly told Ollie to split off. Chucky felt excited to be going out on a search party. He took Ollie's hand as they headed away from the main party. "Is it true?"
"Is what true, Chucky?"
"What Sly said? That no one ever makes it to the campsite?"
"No one has made it in many years. I really thought you had a good chance, Chucky. You built a good fire so I had to wait quite a while before setting out to follow you. I knew you'd be brave enough to face the Bear. I saw your sneaker prints in the dirt so I knew you followed the trail fairly well, up until you took that wrong turn on the trail where I discovered your jeans and undies. But then I saw you retraced your steps like a Wise Owl. I'm glad you stayed with your friend. That showed loyalty, and also you could put your two heads together. Your only problem was celebrating before the victory."
"So then when you were an inductee, you didn't make it to the campsite either, Ollie?"
"No, I'm ashamed to admit. I let my feelings cloud my brain. I was so rattled when the Great Bear tore my pants that I made a lot of mistakes and my mentor found me quickly."
"I'm sorry, Ollie." He gripped the teen's hand tighter. In his eyes, Ollie was no longer the idol of perfection, but now he felt they shared a deeper bond.
They had only left the main party for a few minutes when they heard the Song of the Coyote. "Thank God! Someone found Ricky. C'mon Chucky, let's join the others." They headed back to the main trail and soon heard the rest of the search party coming back. "Hey! Where's Ricky? I thought you found him."
"Not any of us. We thought you found him."
"I didn't sing the Coyote's Song."
"Then it must have been Norman."
They all headed back to the millpond and on toward the campsite. Conan and Billy, Chucky and Ollie, Quentin and Harry, and Sly. Four Braves clad in breechcloths; three inductees, bare-assed and cum faced.
What they found when they arrived amazed them all.
There was a semicircle of Chiefs and Braves, standing arms crossed. All, men and teens alike, were now clad in breechcloths and moccasins. In addition, the four Chiefs wore feather headdresses, and Chief Jason wore a shell breastplate. At one end of the arc was Norman and little Jackie who couldn't cross his arms because he was still holding on to his pants. And right beside Chief Jason stood Ricky, tall and proud, arms crossed, face beaming in a big smile. Even though his fly was wide open and his little nail was exposed, his pants were on and staying up with no assistance.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 10
Before they set out, Norman suggested Sly go and tell the Chiefs. Let them know what had happened.
"Shit. I'm afraid to. I mean I was supposed to be little Ricky's mentor and now the fuckin kid went and got himself lost."
"I'll go tell them, and I'll get the rest of the Braves to help us search." Sly consented and Norman took Jackie on up toward the campsite. The rest of the Braves and inductees headed back on the trail.
At the first fork, Sly told Ollie to split off. Chucky felt excited to be going out on a search party. He took Ollie's hand as they headed away from the main party. "Is it true?"
"Is what true, Chucky?"
"What Sly said? That no one ever makes it to the campsite?"
"No one has made it in many years. I really thought you had a good chance, Chucky. You built a good fire so I had to wait quite a while before setting out to follow you. I knew you'd be brave enough to face the Bear. I saw your sneaker prints in the dirt so I knew you followed the trail fairly well, up until you took that wrong turn on the trail where I discovered your jeans and undies. But then I saw you retraced your steps like a Wise Owl. I'm glad you stayed with your friend. That showed loyalty, and also you could put your two heads together. Your only problem was celebrating before the victory."
"So then when you were an inductee, you didn't make it to the campsite either, Ollie?"
"No, I'm ashamed to admit. I let my feelings cloud my brain. I was so rattled when the Great Bear tore my pants that I made a lot of mistakes and my mentor found me quickly."
"I'm sorry, Ollie." He gripped the teen's hand tighter. In his eyes, Ollie was no longer the idol of perfection, but now he felt they shared a deeper bond.
They had only left the main party for a few minutes when they heard the Song of the Coyote. "Thank God! Someone found Ricky. C'mon Chucky, let's join the others." They headed back to the main trail and soon heard the rest of the search party coming back. "Hey! Where's Ricky? I thought you found him."
"Not any of us. We thought you found him."
"I didn't sing the Coyote's Song."
"Then it must have been Norman."
They all headed back to the millpond and on toward the campsite. Conan and Billy, Chucky and Ollie, Quentin and Harry, and Sly. Four Braves clad in breechcloths; three inductees, bare-assed and cum faced.
What they found when they arrived amazed them all.
There was a semicircle of Chiefs and Braves, standing arms crossed. All, men and teens alike, were now clad in breechcloths and moccasins. In addition, the four Chiefs wore feather headdresses, and Chief Jason wore a shell breastplate. At one end of the arc was Norman and little Jackie who couldn't cross his arms because he was still holding on to his pants. And right beside Chief Jason stood Ricky, tall and proud, arms crossed, face beaming in a big smile. Even though his fly was wide open and his little nail was exposed, his pants were on and staying up with no assistance.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.