The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,109
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 28 Start of Part 3
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Part 3
Chapter 28
Five years later, Oliver, now known to all as Ollie, finds himself inside the teepee again. He and Chucky stripped naked. Chucky was shivering. But soon they were nestled into one sleeping bag, sharing each other's body heat. As they spooned, Chucky could feel Ollie's hard cock pressed on his ass. "I like being a Puss, Ollie."
"You aren't a Puss yet, Chucky. You have to be inducted into the Tribe first. You're still only an inductee." Ollie wished the fifth grader were a Puss but he would have to wait until the next night to use the boy's hole for its intended purpose. However, he could anticipate. He licked his finger and pressed it on Chucky's anus. The boy understood now and relaxed to let the digit in. It hurt but it was a good hurt. After a while, Ollie pulled out and they just hugged.
Chucky farted. "Sorry, Ollie, hehe."
"Stinkeroony!" Ollie mocked and turned the other way. Chucky turned also and now he was spooning the bigger boy. He reached over and took hold of Ollie's Cock which was still hard.
"Uh, Ollie?"
"Yes, Chucky?" His cock was enjoying the attentions of the little hand. Soon, this would be his little brother. Soon he'd be able to use his ass.
"What was Norman doing with Quentin when they went into the old millhouse? He called it a blow job."
Well, thought Ollie to himself, there's no law about waiting 'til tomorrow for that. "Scrunch down into the sleeping bag so you can lick my cock. I'll hold the sleeping bag open enough so you can breathe." Chucky obeyed. It felt very cozy and warm curled up between Ollie's legs. In the dark, he found the big cock and stuck out his tongue to lick it. Ollie began giving him directions, to lick the tip, the shaft, then the balls, then go back and kiss the tip. A long kiss. Then open his lips and take the tip inside. Chucky tasted wet precum. The more he licked it off, the more it oozed out. He felt comforted huddled deep inside Ollie's sleeping bag, feeling the warmth radiate off the teen's body and listening to his tender words of encouragement.
Then Chucky realized Ollie's mood was changing. His voice was changing. His body was changing. Chucky remembered the facial beside the millpond. He knew Ollie was about to erupt again. What should he do? "OK, Chucky, my Cock cream is coming. Wrap your lips tight around my Cock and get ready to swallow." Chucky was surprised at the order, but trusted his mentor was right. He gripped the cock between his lips and held the shaft with his hand just to make sure it didn't slip out. Suddenly, he tasted it. A huge wad filled his mouth. As soon as he gulped it down, another shot followed. Valiantly he tried to keep up with the spurts. At last, the cream subsided. Ollie let out a long sigh and stroked Chucky's hair. "You did good, Kid." Chucky smiled. It was just so amazing to have this wondrous creation in his mouth that he didn't release the Cock, even as it started to go limp. Ollie petted his head approvingly. Chucky wanted to stay there all night.
Then Ollie farted. Chucky quickly popped his head out of the sleeping bag. "Ewwww." Ollie laughed and apologized. Then gave the boy a big kiss. He pushed his tongue inside his little lover's mouth and tasted his own cum. He cuddled the youngster, returning to the spoon position. He put his finger in Chucky's mouth and told him to get it good and wet with Cock cream and spit. Then he pushed the wet finger into the boy's hole. Chucky liked it there now and snuggled in for the night. Even though they heard laughing voices coming from the longhouse, and even though there was a distinct smell of fart in their teepee, both boys felt contentment and soon fell asleep.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 3
Chapter 28
Five years later, Oliver, now known to all as Ollie, finds himself inside the teepee again. He and Chucky stripped naked. Chucky was shivering. But soon they were nestled into one sleeping bag, sharing each other's body heat. As they spooned, Chucky could feel Ollie's hard cock pressed on his ass. "I like being a Puss, Ollie."
"You aren't a Puss yet, Chucky. You have to be inducted into the Tribe first. You're still only an inductee." Ollie wished the fifth grader were a Puss but he would have to wait until the next night to use the boy's hole for its intended purpose. However, he could anticipate. He licked his finger and pressed it on Chucky's anus. The boy understood now and relaxed to let the digit in. It hurt but it was a good hurt. After a while, Ollie pulled out and they just hugged.
Chucky farted. "Sorry, Ollie, hehe."
"Stinkeroony!" Ollie mocked and turned the other way. Chucky turned also and now he was spooning the bigger boy. He reached over and took hold of Ollie's Cock which was still hard.
"Uh, Ollie?"
"Yes, Chucky?" His cock was enjoying the attentions of the little hand. Soon, this would be his little brother. Soon he'd be able to use his ass.
"What was Norman doing with Quentin when they went into the old millhouse? He called it a blow job."
Well, thought Ollie to himself, there's no law about waiting 'til tomorrow for that. "Scrunch down into the sleeping bag so you can lick my cock. I'll hold the sleeping bag open enough so you can breathe." Chucky obeyed. It felt very cozy and warm curled up between Ollie's legs. In the dark, he found the big cock and stuck out his tongue to lick it. Ollie began giving him directions, to lick the tip, the shaft, then the balls, then go back and kiss the tip. A long kiss. Then open his lips and take the tip inside. Chucky tasted wet precum. The more he licked it off, the more it oozed out. He felt comforted huddled deep inside Ollie's sleeping bag, feeling the warmth radiate off the teen's body and listening to his tender words of encouragement.
Then Chucky realized Ollie's mood was changing. His voice was changing. His body was changing. Chucky remembered the facial beside the millpond. He knew Ollie was about to erupt again. What should he do? "OK, Chucky, my Cock cream is coming. Wrap your lips tight around my Cock and get ready to swallow." Chucky was surprised at the order, but trusted his mentor was right. He gripped the cock between his lips and held the shaft with his hand just to make sure it didn't slip out. Suddenly, he tasted it. A huge wad filled his mouth. As soon as he gulped it down, another shot followed. Valiantly he tried to keep up with the spurts. At last, the cream subsided. Ollie let out a long sigh and stroked Chucky's hair. "You did good, Kid." Chucky smiled. It was just so amazing to have this wondrous creation in his mouth that he didn't release the Cock, even as it started to go limp. Ollie petted his head approvingly. Chucky wanted to stay there all night.
Then Ollie farted. Chucky quickly popped his head out of the sleeping bag. "Ewwww." Ollie laughed and apologized. Then gave the boy a big kiss. He pushed his tongue inside his little lover's mouth and tasted his own cum. He cuddled the youngster, returning to the spoon position. He put his finger in Chucky's mouth and told him to get it good and wet with Cock cream and spit. Then he pushed the wet finger into the boy's hole. Chucky liked it there now and snuggled in for the night. Even though they heard laughing voices coming from the longhouse, and even though there was a distinct smell of fart in their teepee, both boys felt contentment and soon fell asleep.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.