The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,119
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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 38
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Chapter 38
The tribe had moved on but Spencer and Quentin were in no particular rush to rejoin them. As they walked, Spencer noticed something through the trees ahead. He put his finger on his lips and Quentin stealthily followed him to a vantage point where they could watch without being detected. Quentin's jaw dropped. Before his eyes, in a tree-lined glen, he saw Brave Martin's ebony ass. He was kneeling jutting his hips forward. His breechcloth with the black leopard was draped over a branch and next to it a smaller one with no beadwork. Quentin looked again and saw his friend Ricky down on all fours in front of Martin. The Rookie was as butt naked as himself. Martin was clenching the boy's hips and pushing forward. Quentin could see Martin's big cock glistening in the afternoon sun. It seemed to be covered in a slick grease. And, shit, it was going right into Ricky's asshole. Ricky let out a scream and Quentin got scared, but he kept quiet. What the fuck was happening? He looked at Spencer. The Brave was just smiling like everything was all right. He was also jacking off furiously. Quentin watched as Martin rammed his rod in and out of Ricky's hole. Ricky wasn't screaming now, just grunting. His face was covered in sweat. So was Martin's. Then Martin was the one who screamed. Suddenly his body froze rigid. All time seemed to stop. Even the birds in the trees seemed to stop singing. Then he pulled out and shouted, "Oh, yeah, Fuckin yeah!!"
Ricky turned around and grinned at his big black brother. "I knew we could do it, Martin. I knew your fuckin cock weren't too fat for my fuckin puss." The two embraced and kissed.
Quentin, observing from several yards away, remembered Chief Jason's demonstration with Ollie last night. He remembered the lube the Chief used. Martin must have used it also. He remembered the Chief poking his finger in Ollie's ass, and how the Brave didn't flinch. He remembered the Chief's words that a Pusscock feels honored to give his ass to any Brave or Chief that wants it. So Ricky must now feel very fuckin honored. Quentin held Spencer's hand as they snuck away from the two lovers. He had just learned a sacred tribal secret. He wondered how it was going to feel to have a cock in his ass. As they walked, he tried to put a finger in his hole. Spencer laughed and pulled it away and then stuck his own lubed finger in. That made Quentin giggle and walk quickly on tiptoe despite his bare feet. When they got back to the campsite, the leatherworking lesson was about to start. Quentin sat his bare ass down next to Chucky. They saw Ricky and Martin come out of the woods, with their arms around each other. They were smiling, but Ricky was walking kinda funny.
The boys looked through books of leather designs and chose ones they wanted to practice. Chucky chose a wolf because it looked like a dog, his totem. He traced the wolf's head on a piece of tissue paper, then transferred it to a scrap piece of leather. Chief Philip guided him to use the swivel knife to raise the head above the leather. Wow, thought Chucky, so that's how it's done. He looked at the dog Chief Wallace had put on his belt and imagined the fancy beaded dog he'd have on his breechcloth some day. By supper time, the inductees had all the feathers they needed. They had all proven themselves worthy of membership in the tribe.
.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 38
The tribe had moved on but Spencer and Quentin were in no particular rush to rejoin them. As they walked, Spencer noticed something through the trees ahead. He put his finger on his lips and Quentin stealthily followed him to a vantage point where they could watch without being detected. Quentin's jaw dropped. Before his eyes, in a tree-lined glen, he saw Brave Martin's ebony ass. He was kneeling jutting his hips forward. His breechcloth with the black leopard was draped over a branch and next to it a smaller one with no beadwork. Quentin looked again and saw his friend Ricky down on all fours in front of Martin. The Rookie was as butt naked as himself. Martin was clenching the boy's hips and pushing forward. Quentin could see Martin's big cock glistening in the afternoon sun. It seemed to be covered in a slick grease. And, shit, it was going right into Ricky's asshole. Ricky let out a scream and Quentin got scared, but he kept quiet. What the fuck was happening? He looked at Spencer. The Brave was just smiling like everything was all right. He was also jacking off furiously. Quentin watched as Martin rammed his rod in and out of Ricky's hole. Ricky wasn't screaming now, just grunting. His face was covered in sweat. So was Martin's. Then Martin was the one who screamed. Suddenly his body froze rigid. All time seemed to stop. Even the birds in the trees seemed to stop singing. Then he pulled out and shouted, "Oh, yeah, Fuckin yeah!!"
Ricky turned around and grinned at his big black brother. "I knew we could do it, Martin. I knew your fuckin cock weren't too fat for my fuckin puss." The two embraced and kissed.
Quentin, observing from several yards away, remembered Chief Jason's demonstration with Ollie last night. He remembered the lube the Chief used. Martin must have used it also. He remembered the Chief poking his finger in Ollie's ass, and how the Brave didn't flinch. He remembered the Chief's words that a Pusscock feels honored to give his ass to any Brave or Chief that wants it. So Ricky must now feel very fuckin honored. Quentin held Spencer's hand as they snuck away from the two lovers. He had just learned a sacred tribal secret. He wondered how it was going to feel to have a cock in his ass. As they walked, he tried to put a finger in his hole. Spencer laughed and pulled it away and then stuck his own lubed finger in. That made Quentin giggle and walk quickly on tiptoe despite his bare feet. When they got back to the campsite, the leatherworking lesson was about to start. Quentin sat his bare ass down next to Chucky. They saw Ricky and Martin come out of the woods, with their arms around each other. They were smiling, but Ricky was walking kinda funny.
The boys looked through books of leather designs and chose ones they wanted to practice. Chucky chose a wolf because it looked like a dog, his totem. He traced the wolf's head on a piece of tissue paper, then transferred it to a scrap piece of leather. Chief Philip guided him to use the swivel knife to raise the head above the leather. Wow, thought Chucky, so that's how it's done. He looked at the dog Chief Wallace had put on his belt and imagined the fancy beaded dog he'd have on his breechcloth some day. By supper time, the inductees had all the feathers they needed. They had all proven themselves worthy of membership in the tribe.
.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.