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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,113
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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 32
©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 Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 32
Some of the Braves were really getting excited, not so much by these beginners' horrendous archery skills, as by their bouncing backsides. Every time the lads took aim, they'd naturally squeeze their buttocks, and that sight made several Braves form tepees in their breechcloths. Chief Wallace gave a silent nod to Brave Spencer, who came over to Conan and whispered in his ear, "Come with me and you can add a white feather to those three yellow ones." Conan put down his bow, took Brave Spencer's hand and trotted away, as Chucky, Quentin and Jackie looked on bewildered. However, they went back to shooting and by the time their friend returned, Chucky also had three yellow feathers in his ass. Conan was smiling with some white juice dripping from his lips that all the boys now recognized. When they saw his rear end, he had a lovely white feather added to his plumage. They all glanced over at Brave Spencer and sure enough he had given up his feather in payment for something valuable. He lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, satiated and relaxed. The same could not be said for his fellow teenagers who were now all sporting raging hardons. By the time the archery session ended, two of them had given up their white feathers to Quentin and Jackie, and all four boys had two or three yellow feathers as well.
As they left the shooting range, Brave Martin told Chucky to hang back. "You'd like a white feather too, wouldn't you, Kid?" He looked longingly down at the sweet naked ten-year old.
"Yes Sir." Chucky's eyes were so trusting, as he looked at the only Afro-American member of the Tribe.
"And you've figured out how to get it, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir. I used my head. I learned the lesson of the Wise Owl. Don't let your feelings cloud your brain." Martin giggled, but Chucky was already staring at the black kid's huge package. The front of his breechcloth bore a beautiful beaded picture of a black leopard hunting its prey. And just as menacing as its overall image was its carefully stitched genitalia. The boy wondered if the rumor he heard about black dicks was true. With no further word, he reached out and pulled the bulging breechcloth aside and one long black sausage popped out. Chucky and Martin exchanged smiles and then the boy opened his mouth and went to work. This cock was way thicker than Ollie's but Chucky had learned his technique well. Martin moaned appreciatively. He held the back of Chucky's head and in return Chucky clutched Martin's ass, pushing his fingers under the breechcloth. His fingertips touched the coveted feather. Those young digits there were enough to push Martin over the edge and his African jizz spouted into the white boy's mouth, like the Congo River in spring. After three loads, Chucky concluded Martin was much more prodigious than his beloved mentor, but the youngster swallowed them gamely.
As his monster tool began to settle down, Martin let go of the little blow boy's head. He pulled the white feather out of his ass, bent over and poked it in the kid's ass, next to his yellow ones. "You did good, Kid. Real good. You really earned this. I'm glad mine was your first white feather, but that talented mouth of yours is going to be real busy today getting nine more." Martin took the opportunity to slip a finger into the boy's anus. "And after you become a Pusscock at tonight's campfire, I'll be allowed to put my cock in your puss here as well." He gave him a friendly brotherly slap and sent him on his way to catch up with the others.
So now Chucky knew one of Ricky's secrets. As a Rookie, he could get fucked. He wondered how many Braves fucked his young friend last night. Did any of the Chiefs fuck him? He remembered Chief Jason's words at the campfire. A Pusscock "feels honored to give his ass to any Brave or Chief that wants it." Ricky must have felt really honored, the only Rookie in the longhouse.
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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 32
Some of the Braves were really getting excited, not so much by these beginners' horrendous archery skills, as by their bouncing backsides. Every time the lads took aim, they'd naturally squeeze their buttocks, and that sight made several Braves form tepees in their breechcloths. Chief Wallace gave a silent nod to Brave Spencer, who came over to Conan and whispered in his ear, "Come with me and you can add a white feather to those three yellow ones." Conan put down his bow, took Brave Spencer's hand and trotted away, as Chucky, Quentin and Jackie looked on bewildered. However, they went back to shooting and by the time their friend returned, Chucky also had three yellow feathers in his ass. Conan was smiling with some white juice dripping from his lips that all the boys now recognized. When they saw his rear end, he had a lovely white feather added to his plumage. They all glanced over at Brave Spencer and sure enough he had given up his feather in payment for something valuable. He lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, satiated and relaxed. The same could not be said for his fellow teenagers who were now all sporting raging hardons. By the time the archery session ended, two of them had given up their white feathers to Quentin and Jackie, and all four boys had two or three yellow feathers as well.
As they left the shooting range, Brave Martin told Chucky to hang back. "You'd like a white feather too, wouldn't you, Kid?" He looked longingly down at the sweet naked ten-year old.
"Yes Sir." Chucky's eyes were so trusting, as he looked at the only Afro-American member of the Tribe.
"And you've figured out how to get it, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir. I used my head. I learned the lesson of the Wise Owl. Don't let your feelings cloud your brain." Martin giggled, but Chucky was already staring at the black kid's huge package. The front of his breechcloth bore a beautiful beaded picture of a black leopard hunting its prey. And just as menacing as its overall image was its carefully stitched genitalia. The boy wondered if the rumor he heard about black dicks was true. With no further word, he reached out and pulled the bulging breechcloth aside and one long black sausage popped out. Chucky and Martin exchanged smiles and then the boy opened his mouth and went to work. This cock was way thicker than Ollie's but Chucky had learned his technique well. Martin moaned appreciatively. He held the back of Chucky's head and in return Chucky clutched Martin's ass, pushing his fingers under the breechcloth. His fingertips touched the coveted feather. Those young digits there were enough to push Martin over the edge and his African jizz spouted into the white boy's mouth, like the Congo River in spring. After three loads, Chucky concluded Martin was much more prodigious than his beloved mentor, but the youngster swallowed them gamely.
As his monster tool began to settle down, Martin let go of the little blow boy's head. He pulled the white feather out of his ass, bent over and poked it in the kid's ass, next to his yellow ones. "You did good, Kid. Real good. You really earned this. I'm glad mine was your first white feather, but that talented mouth of yours is going to be real busy today getting nine more." Martin took the opportunity to slip a finger into the boy's anus. "And after you become a Pusscock at tonight's campfire, I'll be allowed to put my cock in your puss here as well." He gave him a friendly brotherly slap and sent him on his way to catch up with the others.
So now Chucky knew one of Ricky's secrets. As a Rookie, he could get fucked. He wondered how many Braves fucked his young friend last night. Did any of the Chiefs fuck him? He remembered Chief Jason's words at the campfire. A Pusscock "feels honored to give his ass to any Brave or Chief that wants it." Ricky must have felt really honored, the only Rookie in the longhouse.
.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.