The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,121
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 40
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Chapter 40
Seymour put his guitar away so he could have both hands free to satisfy his urges, and Spencer began telling shadow stories with his hands. "Here's a dog in honor of our new Rookie Chucky." Chucky laughed but didn't let on he'd already seen that one that morning. Spencer went on to make images of the other Rookies' totems and then to tell a story. When he told the story of the Great Bear and its little cub and showed the two bears fucking, even the most calloused Brave was impressed.
Chief Wallace asked Seymour to play a song from his generation, which the Braves had learned on previous campouts, and now the whole tribe was singing lustily, "Come on people now, smile on your Brother. Everybody get together now and love one another right now."
Brave Greg said he had something to give the Rookies but first they had to give him something. Chucky got up, Ollie's finger coming out of his ass with a pop, and skipped over to Greg's bed along with the other Rookies. "Hey, Ricky, you already got yours last night. Give our new Pusscocks a chance." Ricky giggled and went back to Sly, that is back to Sly's greased finger. Greg lay on the bed luxuriating as four ten-year olds attended to his pleasure, jerking him, licking him, kissing him, sucking him, while the rest of the room watched jealously. When he was fully primed, he gave each boy a mouthful of cream and his own puss-cock toy to practice. As they returned to their beds, they kept hearing "Practice hard so you can get the big cock in the small puss." The whole tribe knew what the toy represented. But if the new Rookies may have missed the lesson, they need only have turned toward one bed in the middle of the room.
There, Brave Martin was pounding his huge black meat into Brave Danny's puss doggy style. Chucky and the other new Rookies were getting their first look at actual anal sex. He wiggled his ass around Ollie's finger. Chief Frank said to Brave Greg, "C'mon you fuckin horny bastard, give our new brother a close-up demonstration." The Chief rolled on to his back, grabbed his knees and spread his legs wide. "Remember, Chucky, a Pusscock is honored to offer his puss to any member of the tribe that wants it. And I know Brave Greg here wants it fuckin bad!" As the teen greased up his Chief's hole, Frank went on, "In the tribe, Son, we all fuck bareback. It's the Pusscock way. But whenever you go out and fuck with anyone outside the tribe, you must use a fuckin rubber. The Great Bear says so. He protects the tribe from harm. We don't want any STDs in our tribe." Chucky wasn't sure he understood but he knew he had to save his questions for later because the Chief had quit talking. Chucky watched closely as Greg pointed his cock at his elder's hole and pushed. Chucky saw the Chief scrunch his eyes and bite his lip and then begin to breathe hard when Greg's cock popped through the sphincter. "Oh, yeah, you Fucker, you know fuckin well how the old man likes it. Fuck me good and hard, you horny bastard. Fill me with your fuckin precious manseed. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" Ollie was ramming Chucky with his finger in time to Greg's thrusts. Chucky's world had shrunk to the size of this bed. Had he looked around the room, he would have seen Chief Jason fucking Brave Norman, Brave Billy fucking Brave Seymour, and on the end bed, Brave Sly fucking his classmate Ricky. But, no, his eyes were glued on the scene in front of him and his telephoto lens had zoomed in on Greg's cock pistoning in and out of the man's asshole.
Suddenly, Greg stopped and Chucky suspected what would happen next. As the teen pulled out, jizz shot all over the bed, on the Chief's wide open crotch, on Ollie's chest, on Chucky's face. The Chief now pulled his teen lover on him and kissed him passionately. "Yeah, you fuckin horny bastard, that's the way to fuckin do it."
"Wow," Chucky murmured. He sat quietly a minute as Ollie kept working his hole. Then he whispered, "Ollie?"
"What, Little Brother?" came the soft reply.
"I think I'd be, uh, fuckin honored, uh, to give you my, uh, puss."
"I thought you'd never ask, Sweetlips."
"Uh, what do I do?"
.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 40
Seymour put his guitar away so he could have both hands free to satisfy his urges, and Spencer began telling shadow stories with his hands. "Here's a dog in honor of our new Rookie Chucky." Chucky laughed but didn't let on he'd already seen that one that morning. Spencer went on to make images of the other Rookies' totems and then to tell a story. When he told the story of the Great Bear and its little cub and showed the two bears fucking, even the most calloused Brave was impressed.
Chief Wallace asked Seymour to play a song from his generation, which the Braves had learned on previous campouts, and now the whole tribe was singing lustily, "Come on people now, smile on your Brother. Everybody get together now and love one another right now."
Brave Greg said he had something to give the Rookies but first they had to give him something. Chucky got up, Ollie's finger coming out of his ass with a pop, and skipped over to Greg's bed along with the other Rookies. "Hey, Ricky, you already got yours last night. Give our new Pusscocks a chance." Ricky giggled and went back to Sly, that is back to Sly's greased finger. Greg lay on the bed luxuriating as four ten-year olds attended to his pleasure, jerking him, licking him, kissing him, sucking him, while the rest of the room watched jealously. When he was fully primed, he gave each boy a mouthful of cream and his own puss-cock toy to practice. As they returned to their beds, they kept hearing "Practice hard so you can get the big cock in the small puss." The whole tribe knew what the toy represented. But if the new Rookies may have missed the lesson, they need only have turned toward one bed in the middle of the room.
There, Brave Martin was pounding his huge black meat into Brave Danny's puss doggy style. Chucky and the other new Rookies were getting their first look at actual anal sex. He wiggled his ass around Ollie's finger. Chief Frank said to Brave Greg, "C'mon you fuckin horny bastard, give our new brother a close-up demonstration." The Chief rolled on to his back, grabbed his knees and spread his legs wide. "Remember, Chucky, a Pusscock is honored to offer his puss to any member of the tribe that wants it. And I know Brave Greg here wants it fuckin bad!" As the teen greased up his Chief's hole, Frank went on, "In the tribe, Son, we all fuck bareback. It's the Pusscock way. But whenever you go out and fuck with anyone outside the tribe, you must use a fuckin rubber. The Great Bear says so. He protects the tribe from harm. We don't want any STDs in our tribe." Chucky wasn't sure he understood but he knew he had to save his questions for later because the Chief had quit talking. Chucky watched closely as Greg pointed his cock at his elder's hole and pushed. Chucky saw the Chief scrunch his eyes and bite his lip and then begin to breathe hard when Greg's cock popped through the sphincter. "Oh, yeah, you Fucker, you know fuckin well how the old man likes it. Fuck me good and hard, you horny bastard. Fill me with your fuckin precious manseed. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" Ollie was ramming Chucky with his finger in time to Greg's thrusts. Chucky's world had shrunk to the size of this bed. Had he looked around the room, he would have seen Chief Jason fucking Brave Norman, Brave Billy fucking Brave Seymour, and on the end bed, Brave Sly fucking his classmate Ricky. But, no, his eyes were glued on the scene in front of him and his telephoto lens had zoomed in on Greg's cock pistoning in and out of the man's asshole.
Suddenly, Greg stopped and Chucky suspected what would happen next. As the teen pulled out, jizz shot all over the bed, on the Chief's wide open crotch, on Ollie's chest, on Chucky's face. The Chief now pulled his teen lover on him and kissed him passionately. "Yeah, you fuckin horny bastard, that's the way to fuckin do it."
"Wow," Chucky murmured. He sat quietly a minute as Ollie kept working his hole. Then he whispered, "Ollie?"
"What, Little Brother?" came the soft reply.
"I think I'd be, uh, fuckin honored, uh, to give you my, uh, puss."
"I thought you'd never ask, Sweetlips."
"Uh, what do I do?"
.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.