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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,114
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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 33
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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.
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Chapter 33
When Chucky found Ricky and his other three friends, a blue tarpaulin had been spread on the grass, and the boys were on their knees hunched over bead looms with their mentors helping them do their first bead project and the rest of the Braves in a circle watching their lovely bare asses bobbing away. Oh sure, Ricky's little butt was cute also with his new breechcloth, but the naked non-tribe members were the real turnon. Chucky found his place between Brave Ollie and Rookie Ricky. Ollie explained how he had to weave a simple bead pattern to match the sample. It wasn't too exciting, but it was a first step toward the intricate beadwork which all the boys wanted to master. Chucky took another look at Ollie's handsome Cobra and began to picture the dog he would one day sew on his own breechcloth. But as Wise Owl might say, you can't put the cart before the horse: he had to earn the breechcloth first. If he completed the design correctly, he'd get two more yellow feathers to stick in his ass. Ollie noticed his protégé stick the tip of his tongue through the side of his lips like he always did when he concentrated on a new lesson.
He was just getting the hang of it when Jackie stood up and spilled a pan of blue beads. All the work stopped as everyone tried to recover the tiny orbs which were nearly invisible on the tarpaulin. "Why didn't you spill the fuckin red ones?" Quentin joked.
"Why the fuck did you stand up anyway, Jackie?" asked Ricky as he scrambled after one about to roll off into the grass. Then he looked up and said, "Oh." Brave Danny was standing above him and from Ricky's vantage point he could see Danny's cock was primed and ready for action. He had invited Jackie to take a break to earn Danny's white feather. "I see," muttered Ricky. Danny took Jackie a few yards away where the boy demonstrated the oral skills he'd learned in Norman's tepee last night. The rest of the boys returned to their handicraft, working in silent intensity until Danny's screams of "Yeah, you fuckin cocksucker, that's the way to get my fuckin feather!" made everyone giggle.
Chucky whispered to Ricky, "Did Martin fuck you last night?"
"I ain't 'sposed to tell. You ain't in the tribe yet."
"C'mon I'm almost in." He turned around and showed his buddy he already had three yellow and one white feather in his ass.
"You wanta get nother white feather right now?"
"You mean yours?" Ricky nodded. "Why you want me to have it?"
"Well, I seen you suckin Brave Martin. When I sawed him I axed him if you sucked it as good as me done it last night and he said almost as good. So I wanta see for myself if he was right."
"OK." Chucky grinned. He felt proud that Martin complimented his blowjob. "Let's get up real careful so's we don't spill the beads." The circle of Braves watched the two ten-year olds tiptoe off the tarpaulin and walk a few yards away to where Danny was pumping Jackie's mouth full of his cream. It was so cute seeing the little one in the new breechcloth and moccasins leading his bare-assed friend by the hand. One with one feather wiggling above his ass, the other with four, like a fuckin turkey. For now they took their eyes off the two remaining naked butts as tempting as they were to watch their new little brother get his blowjob. Danny was just handing Jackie the feather he earned but instead of hurrying back to the tarpaulin, they stayed to watch also. Every Pusscock is not only a horny fucker but also an ogling voyeur.
.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.
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 33
When Chucky found Ricky and his other three friends, a blue tarpaulin had been spread on the grass, and the boys were on their knees hunched over bead looms with their mentors helping them do their first bead project and the rest of the Braves in a circle watching their lovely bare asses bobbing away. Oh sure, Ricky's little butt was cute also with his new breechcloth, but the naked non-tribe members were the real turnon. Chucky found his place between Brave Ollie and Rookie Ricky. Ollie explained how he had to weave a simple bead pattern to match the sample. It wasn't too exciting, but it was a first step toward the intricate beadwork which all the boys wanted to master. Chucky took another look at Ollie's handsome Cobra and began to picture the dog he would one day sew on his own breechcloth. But as Wise Owl might say, you can't put the cart before the horse: he had to earn the breechcloth first. If he completed the design correctly, he'd get two more yellow feathers to stick in his ass. Ollie noticed his protégé stick the tip of his tongue through the side of his lips like he always did when he concentrated on a new lesson.
He was just getting the hang of it when Jackie stood up and spilled a pan of blue beads. All the work stopped as everyone tried to recover the tiny orbs which were nearly invisible on the tarpaulin. "Why didn't you spill the fuckin red ones?" Quentin joked.
"Why the fuck did you stand up anyway, Jackie?" asked Ricky as he scrambled after one about to roll off into the grass. Then he looked up and said, "Oh." Brave Danny was standing above him and from Ricky's vantage point he could see Danny's cock was primed and ready for action. He had invited Jackie to take a break to earn Danny's white feather. "I see," muttered Ricky. Danny took Jackie a few yards away where the boy demonstrated the oral skills he'd learned in Norman's tepee last night. The rest of the boys returned to their handicraft, working in silent intensity until Danny's screams of "Yeah, you fuckin cocksucker, that's the way to get my fuckin feather!" made everyone giggle.
Chucky whispered to Ricky, "Did Martin fuck you last night?"
"I ain't 'sposed to tell. You ain't in the tribe yet."
"C'mon I'm almost in." He turned around and showed his buddy he already had three yellow and one white feather in his ass.
"You wanta get nother white feather right now?"
"You mean yours?" Ricky nodded. "Why you want me to have it?"
"Well, I seen you suckin Brave Martin. When I sawed him I axed him if you sucked it as good as me done it last night and he said almost as good. So I wanta see for myself if he was right."
"OK." Chucky grinned. He felt proud that Martin complimented his blowjob. "Let's get up real careful so's we don't spill the beads." The circle of Braves watched the two ten-year olds tiptoe off the tarpaulin and walk a few yards away to where Danny was pumping Jackie's mouth full of his cream. It was so cute seeing the little one in the new breechcloth and moccasins leading his bare-assed friend by the hand. One with one feather wiggling above his ass, the other with four, like a fuckin turkey. For now they took their eyes off the two remaining naked butts as tempting as they were to watch their new little brother get his blowjob. Danny was just handing Jackie the feather he earned but instead of hurrying back to the tarpaulin, they stayed to watch also. Every Pusscock is not only a horny fucker but also an ogling voyeur.
.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.