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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,110
Reviews:
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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 29
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Chapter 29
When Chucky awoke the next morning, the tent was empty. He heard Ollie's familiar grunting outside and wondered who was sucking him. But when he pulled back the flap, he saw his mentor buck naked doing pushups in front of the tepee. "Hi, Ollie."
"Uh, 19, good morning, uh, 20"
"Why you doing pushups?" Chucky hated when his gym teacher made them do pushups. He wondered if Ollie was being punished for something.
"Uh, 25, a Brave, uh, 26, keeps his, uh, 27, body, uh, 28, strong, uh, 29."
"Wow." That put a whole new light on the matter. "Can I do it too then?"
"Uh, 34, sure, uh, 35." Chucky got down beside his idol and tried to keep up but gave out after 7. "Uh, 46, don't worry, uh, 47, practice, uh, 48, every day, uh, 49, and you'll, uh, 50, keep doing, uh, 51, more. Uh, 52, sit on, uh, 53, my back."
Chucky planted his naked ass on top of Ollie's naked ass and tried to steady himself at the teen continued his reps as if Chucky was weightless.
At eighty, Ollie stopped, his beautiful body covered in moist little ringlets of hair. He jumped up, knocking Chucky on the ground, raced down to the pond, jumped in, then raced back refreshed. Chucky helped him into his breechcloth and sandals and then pulled on his own old pants. Ollie handed him his belt. "Hey, I thought I wasn't 'sposed to get this back 'til tonight?"
"You won't get your breechcloth and moccasins 'til then, but you can wear the belt because you already got that as an inductee. And you're going to need it today."
"Thanks." Chucky accepted it. "Hey, someone added a dog's face to my belt."
"Chief Wallace did that. That's your totem."
"My totem pole?"
"No, fartface. This is a pole." Ollie shook his teen cock. "A totem is an animal spirit. Chief Wallace is our elder. He knows what animal is the best spirit for each member of the tribe. Mine is a Cobra." Ollie pointed to the image on his breechcloth. A snake, coiled and ready to strike. "Chief Wallace thought the dog would be a good totem for you because on the trail yesterday you showed loyalty to your friend, by sticking with him."
"Wow, I like being a dog." He remembered Chief Wallace had carved an owl in Ricky's belt and thought that was a good totem for his nerdy friend. But he preferred being a dog. He slipped the belt through the loops on his pants. The zipper was broken, of course, and there was no point in putting his ruined undies on, so his little nail kept flopping in and out, which Ollie enjoyed watching.
"Yeah, and you know what else? Dogs always like to play around." Ollie grabbed his little friend and tickled him mercilessly.
Breakfast for the four remaining inductees and their mentors consisted of oatmeal heated over a small campfire. Ricky, meanwhile, as a member of the Tribe, was in the longhouse feasting on eggs and sausages and pancakes dripping with maple syrup. After breakfast, Brave Norman took Conan, Chucky, Quentin and Jackie a few yards away, dug a latrine and told them to strip, squat and shit in it. He handed each some tp to wipe their asses. It was embarassing, especially since the other members of the tribe were starting to emerge from the longhouse. Each one, Chief, Brave and Rookie alike, headed down to the pond naked, with a towel and breechcloth draped over his arm and carrying soap, washcloth, toothbrush and paste. Norman gave the four initiates all of these items as well, minus the breechcloth of course. "A Pusscock keeps his body clean. He especially keeps two parts of his body clean. What parts do you think they are, Kids?"
"My cock and my puss."
"Very good, Quentin. Let's go bathe." The pond was brisk in the morning, but the older Pusscocks didn't seem to mind, so Chucky tried not to shiver too much. He felt as if his little nuts were disappearing altogether. Ollie helped him wash his asshole, and Chucky returned the favor.
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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 29
When Chucky awoke the next morning, the tent was empty. He heard Ollie's familiar grunting outside and wondered who was sucking him. But when he pulled back the flap, he saw his mentor buck naked doing pushups in front of the tepee. "Hi, Ollie."
"Uh, 19, good morning, uh, 20"
"Why you doing pushups?" Chucky hated when his gym teacher made them do pushups. He wondered if Ollie was being punished for something.
"Uh, 25, a Brave, uh, 26, keeps his, uh, 27, body, uh, 28, strong, uh, 29."
"Wow." That put a whole new light on the matter. "Can I do it too then?"
"Uh, 34, sure, uh, 35." Chucky got down beside his idol and tried to keep up but gave out after 7. "Uh, 46, don't worry, uh, 47, practice, uh, 48, every day, uh, 49, and you'll, uh, 50, keep doing, uh, 51, more. Uh, 52, sit on, uh, 53, my back."
Chucky planted his naked ass on top of Ollie's naked ass and tried to steady himself at the teen continued his reps as if Chucky was weightless.
At eighty, Ollie stopped, his beautiful body covered in moist little ringlets of hair. He jumped up, knocking Chucky on the ground, raced down to the pond, jumped in, then raced back refreshed. Chucky helped him into his breechcloth and sandals and then pulled on his own old pants. Ollie handed him his belt. "Hey, I thought I wasn't 'sposed to get this back 'til tonight?"
"You won't get your breechcloth and moccasins 'til then, but you can wear the belt because you already got that as an inductee. And you're going to need it today."
"Thanks." Chucky accepted it. "Hey, someone added a dog's face to my belt."
"Chief Wallace did that. That's your totem."
"My totem pole?"
"No, fartface. This is a pole." Ollie shook his teen cock. "A totem is an animal spirit. Chief Wallace is our elder. He knows what animal is the best spirit for each member of the tribe. Mine is a Cobra." Ollie pointed to the image on his breechcloth. A snake, coiled and ready to strike. "Chief Wallace thought the dog would be a good totem for you because on the trail yesterday you showed loyalty to your friend, by sticking with him."
"Wow, I like being a dog." He remembered Chief Wallace had carved an owl in Ricky's belt and thought that was a good totem for his nerdy friend. But he preferred being a dog. He slipped the belt through the loops on his pants. The zipper was broken, of course, and there was no point in putting his ruined undies on, so his little nail kept flopping in and out, which Ollie enjoyed watching.
"Yeah, and you know what else? Dogs always like to play around." Ollie grabbed his little friend and tickled him mercilessly.
Breakfast for the four remaining inductees and their mentors consisted of oatmeal heated over a small campfire. Ricky, meanwhile, as a member of the Tribe, was in the longhouse feasting on eggs and sausages and pancakes dripping with maple syrup. After breakfast, Brave Norman took Conan, Chucky, Quentin and Jackie a few yards away, dug a latrine and told them to strip, squat and shit in it. He handed each some tp to wipe their asses. It was embarassing, especially since the other members of the tribe were starting to emerge from the longhouse. Each one, Chief, Brave and Rookie alike, headed down to the pond naked, with a towel and breechcloth draped over his arm and carrying soap, washcloth, toothbrush and paste. Norman gave the four initiates all of these items as well, minus the breechcloth of course. "A Pusscock keeps his body clean. He especially keeps two parts of his body clean. What parts do you think they are, Kids?"
"My cock and my puss."
"Very good, Quentin. Let's go bathe." The pond was brisk in the morning, but the older Pusscocks didn't seem to mind, so Chucky tried not to shiver too much. He felt as if his little nuts were disappearing altogether. Ollie helped him wash his asshole, and Chucky returned the favor.
.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.