The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,454
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 16
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Chapter 16
As the fire began to die down, the Chiefs and most of the Braves accompanied Sly and Ricky into the longhouse. Norman, Billy, Ollie and Harry and the other four fifth graders were left to guard the fire until it went out. The remaining inductees were excited to be sleeping with their mentors, but the teens knew what pleasures they'd be missing in the longhouse. Not allowed into the longhouse, they were not all that anxious to go into their teepees, so they sat and talked a while. The noises coming from the longhouse proved that they were missing a good time. The fifth graders thought about their friend Ricky and wondered what fun he must be having in there.
"Norman?"
"Yeah, Jackie?"
"How come you caught me this afternoon."
"Because you were too impatient to build a good fire."
"Yeah, I know. But that's not what I mean. I mean, you four guys could have been in there with all the others and us too if you didn't catch us. So we all lost out."
"Yeah," Chucky agreed. "Ollie, when you heared us making all that noise, you and Billy could have hidden and let Conan and me get to the campsite and then we could all be in there tonight."
"You think that's what we should have done, Chucky? Conan?"
"Well, no one would have known."
"We would have known. And you probably would have known also."
Harry spoke up. "Do you really want to cheat in order to get what you want, Boys?" The four lads hung their heads. "I didn't think so. One thing the tribe stands for is honor. You'll see tomorrow. When you finally get to join the tribe after earning your way in fair and square like Ricky did, you'll feel a lot better about it. Sure, Ollie, Billy, Norman and me could have taken our time and hunted for you in some half-assed way and let you get here without a struggle, but we're Pusscocks. A Pusscock would never even think of cheating, or doing anything half-assed. We give 110% to everything we do here, and we expect you boys to give no less."
"Yes Sir."
The fire was dying out now, the air was getting chilly, and the mosquitoes were starting to attack, so the inevitable time had arrived. They shoveled dirt on to the embers to make sure it was out, and took one last pee in the moonlight, then said good night to each other. Remembering other camping trips, Ollie began to speculate. By now, the new little Pusscock, Rookie Ricky, was probably fast asleep in the strong arms of one of the Chiefs. An innocent sweet smile would be on his face and his lips and freshly opened ass would be dripping the cum of many if not most of the Braves and Chiefs. The Braves would have squared off into groups for circle jerking and bragging, the teens comparing the young squaws at school they had nailed recently or the nice white-assed boys who happily serviced their cocks in the school's parking lot. (A couple months ago, Ollie and some of the other Braves lobbied for the admission of squaws to the tribe, but the Chiefs adamantly vetoed the idea.)
A couple of the Chiefs had come out in the moonlight to smoke a last fag and reminisce about how the tribe got started.
End of Part 1
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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 16
As the fire began to die down, the Chiefs and most of the Braves accompanied Sly and Ricky into the longhouse. Norman, Billy, Ollie and Harry and the other four fifth graders were left to guard the fire until it went out. The remaining inductees were excited to be sleeping with their mentors, but the teens knew what pleasures they'd be missing in the longhouse. Not allowed into the longhouse, they were not all that anxious to go into their teepees, so they sat and talked a while. The noises coming from the longhouse proved that they were missing a good time. The fifth graders thought about their friend Ricky and wondered what fun he must be having in there.
"Norman?"
"Yeah, Jackie?"
"How come you caught me this afternoon."
"Because you were too impatient to build a good fire."
"Yeah, I know. But that's not what I mean. I mean, you four guys could have been in there with all the others and us too if you didn't catch us. So we all lost out."
"Yeah," Chucky agreed. "Ollie, when you heared us making all that noise, you and Billy could have hidden and let Conan and me get to the campsite and then we could all be in there tonight."
"You think that's what we should have done, Chucky? Conan?"
"Well, no one would have known."
"We would have known. And you probably would have known also."
Harry spoke up. "Do you really want to cheat in order to get what you want, Boys?" The four lads hung their heads. "I didn't think so. One thing the tribe stands for is honor. You'll see tomorrow. When you finally get to join the tribe after earning your way in fair and square like Ricky did, you'll feel a lot better about it. Sure, Ollie, Billy, Norman and me could have taken our time and hunted for you in some half-assed way and let you get here without a struggle, but we're Pusscocks. A Pusscock would never even think of cheating, or doing anything half-assed. We give 110% to everything we do here, and we expect you boys to give no less."
"Yes Sir."
The fire was dying out now, the air was getting chilly, and the mosquitoes were starting to attack, so the inevitable time had arrived. They shoveled dirt on to the embers to make sure it was out, and took one last pee in the moonlight, then said good night to each other. Remembering other camping trips, Ollie began to speculate. By now, the new little Pusscock, Rookie Ricky, was probably fast asleep in the strong arms of one of the Chiefs. An innocent sweet smile would be on his face and his lips and freshly opened ass would be dripping the cum of many if not most of the Braves and Chiefs. The Braves would have squared off into groups for circle jerking and bragging, the teens comparing the young squaws at school they had nailed recently or the nice white-assed boys who happily serviced their cocks in the school's parking lot. (A couple months ago, Ollie and some of the other Braves lobbied for the admission of squaws to the tribe, but the Chiefs adamantly vetoed the idea.)
A couple of the Chiefs had come out in the moonlight to smoke a last fag and reminisce about how the tribe got started.
End of Part 1
.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.