The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,120
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 39
©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 39
When the tribe gathered for the evening campfire, Chucky, Quentin, Jackie and Conan were very excited. Their mentors held their naked bodies tight on their laps and watched it crackle.
Once again Chief Jason stood up, raised his arms to the sky, and repeated, "The Tribe is assembled. Watching over us tonight as always is the Great Bear. May we always be grateful for his protection. Here to guide us tonight as always is the Wise Owl. May we always be attentive to his advice.
"This is indeed a special campfire for tonight we welcome into our tribe four new members who have proven to all of us their worthiness to be called Pusscock Brothers. Inductees, stand up beside your Chiefs." Each of the four Chiefs put a fatherly hand on one of the young lads.
"Mentors, will you stand beside your worthy students." The four Chiefs handed the mentors four brand new breechcloths. Each teen knelt down in front of his young charge and tucked the new garment between his prepubescent legs, and looped it into his belt. The scanty piece of cloth felt warm after being naked the entire day. Then they were given their new moccasins.
"Tribe, let us welcome your new Rookie Brothers." The Braves all stood and began dancing around the campfire. This was an exciting night. However, the dance was short-lived. All seemed anxious to get into the longhouse and get down to business.
The Chiefs doused the fire, while the kids took a last pee in the bushes, then all went through the longhouse door.
Chucky couldn't believe his eyes. The accommodations in the longhouse were nothing like Ollie's tepee. And the longhouse really did seem to be a mile long!! Fluorescent lights ran the length of the room. Baseboard heating made it feel nice and toasty after being outside in the evening. At the end they entered was a kitchen with an institutional range, refrigerator and huge freezer, sinks and a large work island. Beyond were a bunch of folding tables and chairs. Then came the all important beds. Ten super comfortable king sized beds already made up with crisp white linens. No blankets necessary. At the far wall were a line of toilets and urinals easily visible.
Ollie kicked off his moccasins and jumped on to one of the beds and Chucky joined him. Within seconds Chief Frank and Brave Greg also threw their asses on the same bed. Each of the other new Rookies found himself sharing a bed with three other members. The remaining Braves doubled and tripled up on a few more beds. Ollie got on his knees and unbuckled his belt as Chucky lay there staring up at him and grinning. The teen removed his breechcloth and hung it on a rod above the pillows. He hung his belt on a hook, took the Slick out of his leather pouch and hung that up as well. "Now, your turn, Little Brother."
"Will you do it for me?" Chucky giggled.
Ollie bent down and tickled him mercilessly as he stripped the boy of his breechcloth and hung it beside his own. By this time Greg had his off as well and was sporting a six inch hardon. Chief Frank lay on the bed, looked at the new naked Rookie and mimicked, "Will you do it for me?" Chucky laughed and started tickling the Chief as he unbuckled his belt and took off his lovely beaded breechcloth. He looked around the room and saw everyone's breechcloths were now hanging from rods above their beds. He stood up, reached high and hung the Chief's there as well, with his three bedmates' eyes glued to his bun.
As he sat down, Ollie deftly inserted a lubed finger in his hole. Chucky oohed but didn't object. "Brave Seymour," Chief Frank called across the room, "break out your guitar; we need some music." Seymour led the tribe in some contemporary songs which all the boys knew well, even the Rookies, and which the Chiefs pretended to know. Around the room everyone was jerking off to the music as holes were getting fingered, mouths kissed, bodies hugged and the occasional cock sucked.
.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 39
When the tribe gathered for the evening campfire, Chucky, Quentin, Jackie and Conan were very excited. Their mentors held their naked bodies tight on their laps and watched it crackle.
Once again Chief Jason stood up, raised his arms to the sky, and repeated, "The Tribe is assembled. Watching over us tonight as always is the Great Bear. May we always be grateful for his protection. Here to guide us tonight as always is the Wise Owl. May we always be attentive to his advice.
"This is indeed a special campfire for tonight we welcome into our tribe four new members who have proven to all of us their worthiness to be called Pusscock Brothers. Inductees, stand up beside your Chiefs." Each of the four Chiefs put a fatherly hand on one of the young lads.
"Mentors, will you stand beside your worthy students." The four Chiefs handed the mentors four brand new breechcloths. Each teen knelt down in front of his young charge and tucked the new garment between his prepubescent legs, and looped it into his belt. The scanty piece of cloth felt warm after being naked the entire day. Then they were given their new moccasins.
"Tribe, let us welcome your new Rookie Brothers." The Braves all stood and began dancing around the campfire. This was an exciting night. However, the dance was short-lived. All seemed anxious to get into the longhouse and get down to business.
The Chiefs doused the fire, while the kids took a last pee in the bushes, then all went through the longhouse door.
Chucky couldn't believe his eyes. The accommodations in the longhouse were nothing like Ollie's tepee. And the longhouse really did seem to be a mile long!! Fluorescent lights ran the length of the room. Baseboard heating made it feel nice and toasty after being outside in the evening. At the end they entered was a kitchen with an institutional range, refrigerator and huge freezer, sinks and a large work island. Beyond were a bunch of folding tables and chairs. Then came the all important beds. Ten super comfortable king sized beds already made up with crisp white linens. No blankets necessary. At the far wall were a line of toilets and urinals easily visible.
Ollie kicked off his moccasins and jumped on to one of the beds and Chucky joined him. Within seconds Chief Frank and Brave Greg also threw their asses on the same bed. Each of the other new Rookies found himself sharing a bed with three other members. The remaining Braves doubled and tripled up on a few more beds. Ollie got on his knees and unbuckled his belt as Chucky lay there staring up at him and grinning. The teen removed his breechcloth and hung it on a rod above the pillows. He hung his belt on a hook, took the Slick out of his leather pouch and hung that up as well. "Now, your turn, Little Brother."
"Will you do it for me?" Chucky giggled.
Ollie bent down and tickled him mercilessly as he stripped the boy of his breechcloth and hung it beside his own. By this time Greg had his off as well and was sporting a six inch hardon. Chief Frank lay on the bed, looked at the new naked Rookie and mimicked, "Will you do it for me?" Chucky laughed and started tickling the Chief as he unbuckled his belt and took off his lovely beaded breechcloth. He looked around the room and saw everyone's breechcloths were now hanging from rods above their beds. He stood up, reached high and hung the Chief's there as well, with his three bedmates' eyes glued to his bun.
As he sat down, Ollie deftly inserted a lubed finger in his hole. Chucky oohed but didn't object. "Brave Seymour," Chief Frank called across the room, "break out your guitar; we need some music." Seymour led the tribe in some contemporary songs which all the boys knew well, even the Rookies, and which the Chiefs pretended to know. Around the room everyone was jerking off to the music as holes were getting fingered, mouths kissed, bodies hugged and the occasional cock sucked.
.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.