The Tribe
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,105
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Recommended:
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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 24
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Chapter 24
The group bought a larger tent to accommodate all seven of them. Jason boned up on his Native American lore and would tell tales about the Great Bear and the Wise Owl around the campfire. Philip had gotten a fresh deerskin from Wallace and fashioned a proper breechcloth and a pair of moccasins for his pal, so Jason really looked the part in front of the flickering flame.
"Hey, Jason," Benny asked after listening to one of these tales. "What's the fuckin name of your fuckin tribe?"
"You mean our fuckin tribe, Kid. We're like a whole tribe here, with Chiefs and Braves and Rookies. So, yeah, you're right, we need to come up with a fuckin good name." They named all the tribes they knew of, Navajo, Sioux, Cree. Blackfoot elicited a lot of giggles. Iroquois made Guido suggest "queeraquoy". Matinecock was popular because they all liked the sound of cock. Frank knew of a tribe up in Maine called Passamaquoddy. Freddie said Passamacocky. Guido changed it to Pussymacocky. Eventually the name shortened to Pusscock and that stuck. Over the next few months, everyone got breechcloths and moccasins to wear on campouts.
Some bad news greeted the tribe a few weeks later. The Archery Club was going broke. There weren't enough new members to keep it going. The officers decided they needed to liquidate.
"What a loss," said Wallace sitting in Frank's kitchen.
"Yeah, the Archery Club did a lot for our community of Oakville," agreed Jason. "The Junior Division was so important to the kids."
"That's for sure," said Frank as he passed out beers to his three buds. "Benny didn't just learn archery there. He learned a lot of important lessons about sportsmanship and teamwork. It's really a shame."
"Our officers must have shit for brains."
"Hey, you can't blame them. It's the economy. You know we haven't been drawing in new adult members. That's a big facility to maintain. Takes a fuckin lot of dough."
"But they kept raising the fees."
"Yeah, and as a result some guys started dropping out. It's a vicious cycle."
"Wonder what's going to happen to the shooting range. Probably some developer will buy it for a song and build a fuckin subdivision."
Philip had been quietly sipping his beer as his friends kept bitching. He was thinking about Guido and Benny and Freddie. "We could buy it," he suggested softly. The other men suddenly shut up and turned to him. "You know, for the tribe." They stared at him. "Look, we all know we've created a real treasure. Guido's already asked me if he could bring a young neighbor boy along on our next hunting trip. I have a feeling the Pusscocks are going to grow. We could use a permanent facility."
"Why?" asked Frank.
Philip was about to reply but Wallace had the answer. "For fuckin privacy. If we bought the range, we'd have a place where we could do whatever we fuckin wanted without worrying about some fuckin ranger coming by asking questions."
"And it's a lot closer to town. We could even bring the kids there every week for some fun."
"Every week?" It was Benny's excited little voice.
"Have you been fuckin eavesdropping on us?"
"Yes, Daddy. Hehe. Are we really gonna buy it? I gotta tell Freddie."
"Hold on there, Son. You aren't going to tell Freddie fuckin anything." Benny was disappointed but grabbed a Coke and sat down with the men. "Look, Guys, I know real estate. If word got out someone was interested in the land, the price would go up. We have to explore this quietly. Get all our turds in a row."
"Can we afford it?"
"I think so. All of us have pretty good incomes now. We can avoid the property tax if we set the Pusscocks up as a nonprofit organization with the four of us as its officers."
"Uh, I'm not sure about the name now."
"No, to the public we'll be known as simply The Tribe. The name Pusscocks will be one of the tribal secrets. We know our kids are great at keeping secrets."
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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 24
The group bought a larger tent to accommodate all seven of them. Jason boned up on his Native American lore and would tell tales about the Great Bear and the Wise Owl around the campfire. Philip had gotten a fresh deerskin from Wallace and fashioned a proper breechcloth and a pair of moccasins for his pal, so Jason really looked the part in front of the flickering flame.
"Hey, Jason," Benny asked after listening to one of these tales. "What's the fuckin name of your fuckin tribe?"
"You mean our fuckin tribe, Kid. We're like a whole tribe here, with Chiefs and Braves and Rookies. So, yeah, you're right, we need to come up with a fuckin good name." They named all the tribes they knew of, Navajo, Sioux, Cree. Blackfoot elicited a lot of giggles. Iroquois made Guido suggest "queeraquoy". Matinecock was popular because they all liked the sound of cock. Frank knew of a tribe up in Maine called Passamaquoddy. Freddie said Passamacocky. Guido changed it to Pussymacocky. Eventually the name shortened to Pusscock and that stuck. Over the next few months, everyone got breechcloths and moccasins to wear on campouts.
Some bad news greeted the tribe a few weeks later. The Archery Club was going broke. There weren't enough new members to keep it going. The officers decided they needed to liquidate.
"What a loss," said Wallace sitting in Frank's kitchen.
"Yeah, the Archery Club did a lot for our community of Oakville," agreed Jason. "The Junior Division was so important to the kids."
"That's for sure," said Frank as he passed out beers to his three buds. "Benny didn't just learn archery there. He learned a lot of important lessons about sportsmanship and teamwork. It's really a shame."
"Our officers must have shit for brains."
"Hey, you can't blame them. It's the economy. You know we haven't been drawing in new adult members. That's a big facility to maintain. Takes a fuckin lot of dough."
"But they kept raising the fees."
"Yeah, and as a result some guys started dropping out. It's a vicious cycle."
"Wonder what's going to happen to the shooting range. Probably some developer will buy it for a song and build a fuckin subdivision."
Philip had been quietly sipping his beer as his friends kept bitching. He was thinking about Guido and Benny and Freddie. "We could buy it," he suggested softly. The other men suddenly shut up and turned to him. "You know, for the tribe." They stared at him. "Look, we all know we've created a real treasure. Guido's already asked me if he could bring a young neighbor boy along on our next hunting trip. I have a feeling the Pusscocks are going to grow. We could use a permanent facility."
"Why?" asked Frank.
Philip was about to reply but Wallace had the answer. "For fuckin privacy. If we bought the range, we'd have a place where we could do whatever we fuckin wanted without worrying about some fuckin ranger coming by asking questions."
"And it's a lot closer to town. We could even bring the kids there every week for some fun."
"Every week?" It was Benny's excited little voice.
"Have you been fuckin eavesdropping on us?"
"Yes, Daddy. Hehe. Are we really gonna buy it? I gotta tell Freddie."
"Hold on there, Son. You aren't going to tell Freddie fuckin anything." Benny was disappointed but grabbed a Coke and sat down with the men. "Look, Guys, I know real estate. If word got out someone was interested in the land, the price would go up. We have to explore this quietly. Get all our turds in a row."
"Can we afford it?"
"I think so. All of us have pretty good incomes now. We can avoid the property tax if we set the Pusscocks up as a nonprofit organization with the four of us as its officers."
"Uh, I'm not sure about the name now."
"No, to the public we'll be known as simply The Tribe. The name Pusscocks will be one of the tribal secrets. We know our kids are great at keeping secrets."
.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.