The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,482
Reviews:
0
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 37
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Chapter 37
Greg explained, "Look down on the ground. What do you see?"
"Looks like a fuckin clump of fur."
Greg picked it up and handed it to him. "It's an owl pellet, Ricky."
"Ewwww, bird shit?"
"No, an owl pellet doesn't come out of his asshole. The owl sits up there in his tree real quiet and when he sees a fuckin little mouse scampering in the leaves, he swoops down and grabs it and before the little guy knows what happened he's become a midnight snack. The owl swallows the critter whole and then starts to digest it and when he's gotten all the good meat off he upchucks the rest, the fuckin bones and fur and that's an owl pellet." The boys watched wide-eyed as Greg pulled the clump apart to show them the little rodent bones. Ricky put a few of them in his pouch to show his parents.
They kept on walking and finding more of nature's secret signs. Most of the Braves followed behind them to watch their sweet virgin buttocks bouncing about. At one point, Chucky reached down and picked up a white feather laying on the trail. "Hey, Jackie, I think you dropped this."
Jackie pulled his feathers out and counted them. "Yeah, I think that's the one from Chief Frank. Thanks."
Chief Jason observed the whole incident. "Chucky, come over here. That was very impressive. You knew you needed to collect more white feathers. You could have stuck that one in your fuckin ass and kept it for yourself."
"But that would have been cheating, Sir. A Pusscock would never even think of cheating, or doing anything half-assed. We give 110% to everything we do here." Harry was few yards ahead and heard his own words coming out of Chucky's mouth. He grinned.
"I'm very proud of you, Chucky. You're going to be a fine member of the tribe." Jason gave him a paternal swat on his naked heinie and sent the kid on to catch up with the others. Chucky thought to himself it was not really any big deal. He liked giving blow jobs anyway. He liked getting his mouth filled with man milk. The feather was just an added bonus.
Conan was now riding piggy back on Billy, his naked little nail pressed against his mentor's spine. This section of the trail was strewn with hard rocks. Ollie offered to pick Chucky up also. "No thanks, I want to fuckin walk. I don't want to miss any tracks. You know, 110% and all that fuckin stuff. Ollie proudly put his arm on his little friend's shoulder as they walked past Billy.
"Who's thirsty?" asked Brave Spencer. Quentin raised his skinny arm, but then wondered. Spencer didn't have a canteen and they weren't near the brook. But then the Brave pointed to his crotch and Quentin understood. He followed Spencer over to a tree and knelt. It wasn't cool clear water, but Spencer's spigot did hold a liquid Quentin found just as refreshing. He swallowed four loads to earn another white feather.
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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 37
Greg explained, "Look down on the ground. What do you see?"
"Looks like a fuckin clump of fur."
Greg picked it up and handed it to him. "It's an owl pellet, Ricky."
"Ewwww, bird shit?"
"No, an owl pellet doesn't come out of his asshole. The owl sits up there in his tree real quiet and when he sees a fuckin little mouse scampering in the leaves, he swoops down and grabs it and before the little guy knows what happened he's become a midnight snack. The owl swallows the critter whole and then starts to digest it and when he's gotten all the good meat off he upchucks the rest, the fuckin bones and fur and that's an owl pellet." The boys watched wide-eyed as Greg pulled the clump apart to show them the little rodent bones. Ricky put a few of them in his pouch to show his parents.
They kept on walking and finding more of nature's secret signs. Most of the Braves followed behind them to watch their sweet virgin buttocks bouncing about. At one point, Chucky reached down and picked up a white feather laying on the trail. "Hey, Jackie, I think you dropped this."
Jackie pulled his feathers out and counted them. "Yeah, I think that's the one from Chief Frank. Thanks."
Chief Jason observed the whole incident. "Chucky, come over here. That was very impressive. You knew you needed to collect more white feathers. You could have stuck that one in your fuckin ass and kept it for yourself."
"But that would have been cheating, Sir. A Pusscock would never even think of cheating, or doing anything half-assed. We give 110% to everything we do here." Harry was few yards ahead and heard his own words coming out of Chucky's mouth. He grinned.
"I'm very proud of you, Chucky. You're going to be a fine member of the tribe." Jason gave him a paternal swat on his naked heinie and sent the kid on to catch up with the others. Chucky thought to himself it was not really any big deal. He liked giving blow jobs anyway. He liked getting his mouth filled with man milk. The feather was just an added bonus.
Conan was now riding piggy back on Billy, his naked little nail pressed against his mentor's spine. This section of the trail was strewn with hard rocks. Ollie offered to pick Chucky up also. "No thanks, I want to fuckin walk. I don't want to miss any tracks. You know, 110% and all that fuckin stuff. Ollie proudly put his arm on his little friend's shoulder as they walked past Billy.
"Who's thirsty?" asked Brave Spencer. Quentin raised his skinny arm, but then wondered. Spencer didn't have a canteen and they weren't near the brook. But then the Brave pointed to his crotch and Quentin understood. He followed Spencer over to a tree and knelt. It wasn't cool clear water, but Spencer's spigot did hold a liquid Quentin found just as refreshing. He swallowed four loads to earn another white feather.
.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.