The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,093
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 13
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Chapter 13
"Are we going swimming again?"
"Is that what you want, Kid?" Chucky was surprised by Ollie's question.
"You know what I really want now, Ollie? I want to play with your cock again and get you to shoot that stuff and then I can wash my face again before supper."
"Hehe, you're all right, Kid! You and me are going to have a lot of fun this weekend." Ollie jumped up, climbed out, and lay down on the grassy bank. "Go to town, Kid."
"Right here?" He glanced over and saw Chief Philip was still looking at them.
"Right here! Right now! That's an order."
As he gave his mentor a new hand job, he looked up at the campsite and saw his two young friends coming out of the teepee with Norman. Skinny Quentin was coughing and hacking. Jackie was wide eyed and silent. They came down to the water, stripped and jumped in. Jackie cleaned his face off, but Quent first filled his mouth with pond water and spat it out. He repeated that several times. Finally, he swam over to join Harry and gave him a big hug. He was glad the bet was paid.
Billy and Conan were also on the shore now, where the boy was working away on the teen's cock. Seymour (the Bear) joined them and Billy masturbated him.
Quentin now was backing his ass onto Harry's finger. He was willing to do anything as long as he didn't have to go back to Norman's teepee.
Ricky was having the most fun. He was sitting on the dock and two Chiefs were tickling him and playing with his dick, and bobbing their heads to suck him off as he cackled happily.
At supper, Ricky and Sly sat with the Chiefs and the other Braves outside the longhouse feasting on an array of meats and vegetables and starchy roots. Sly's Teepee would remain empty this weekend. He and his student would enjoy the full benefits of the tribe.
The other four mentors however each had to stay with his boy, a punishment for not preparing him well enough to pass the trail test. So Ollie was now cooking up franks and beans over a fire which Chucky had built. He knew there'd be lots of farting in his small teepee that night. The delicious aromas wafting over from the Chiefs' table just made it worse. They ate in silence, as did the other losing mentors and their boys. The sun was setting and there was now a chill in the air. Ollie allowed Chucky to put on his torn jeans and helped him find a vine to hold them up. Chucky admired Ollie who sat in his breechcloth without even a goose bump.
After supper, the inductees gathered wood for the evening campfire. As the fire started crackling, its warmth felt good to all the tribe. The Chiefs donned leather breeches but the Braves continued to wear only their breechcloths. The mentors put their boys on their laps which helped keep them warm. Some of the other Braves embraced each other. All watched the blaze hypnotically.
.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 13
"Are we going swimming again?"
"Is that what you want, Kid?" Chucky was surprised by Ollie's question.
"You know what I really want now, Ollie? I want to play with your cock again and get you to shoot that stuff and then I can wash my face again before supper."
"Hehe, you're all right, Kid! You and me are going to have a lot of fun this weekend." Ollie jumped up, climbed out, and lay down on the grassy bank. "Go to town, Kid."
"Right here?" He glanced over and saw Chief Philip was still looking at them.
"Right here! Right now! That's an order."
As he gave his mentor a new hand job, he looked up at the campsite and saw his two young friends coming out of the teepee with Norman. Skinny Quentin was coughing and hacking. Jackie was wide eyed and silent. They came down to the water, stripped and jumped in. Jackie cleaned his face off, but Quent first filled his mouth with pond water and spat it out. He repeated that several times. Finally, he swam over to join Harry and gave him a big hug. He was glad the bet was paid.
Billy and Conan were also on the shore now, where the boy was working away on the teen's cock. Seymour (the Bear) joined them and Billy masturbated him.
Quentin now was backing his ass onto Harry's finger. He was willing to do anything as long as he didn't have to go back to Norman's teepee.
Ricky was having the most fun. He was sitting on the dock and two Chiefs were tickling him and playing with his dick, and bobbing their heads to suck him off as he cackled happily.
At supper, Ricky and Sly sat with the Chiefs and the other Braves outside the longhouse feasting on an array of meats and vegetables and starchy roots. Sly's Teepee would remain empty this weekend. He and his student would enjoy the full benefits of the tribe.
The other four mentors however each had to stay with his boy, a punishment for not preparing him well enough to pass the trail test. So Ollie was now cooking up franks and beans over a fire which Chucky had built. He knew there'd be lots of farting in his small teepee that night. The delicious aromas wafting over from the Chiefs' table just made it worse. They ate in silence, as did the other losing mentors and their boys. The sun was setting and there was now a chill in the air. Ollie allowed Chucky to put on his torn jeans and helped him find a vine to hold them up. Chucky admired Ollie who sat in his breechcloth without even a goose bump.
After supper, the inductees gathered wood for the evening campfire. As the fire started crackling, its warmth felt good to all the tribe. The Chiefs donned leather breeches but the Braves continued to wear only their breechcloths. The mentors put their boys on their laps which helped keep them warm. Some of the other Braves embraced each other. All watched the blaze hypnotically.
.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.