The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,122
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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 41 and Epilogue
©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 41
Ollie pulled his finger out and lay down on the bed. "Straddle me, Kid." Ollie made sure the boy's virgin hole was well lubed. The Chief and Greg watched approvingly. "Now, squat down over me like you're gonna take a fuckin dump." Chucky giggled nervously but got into position. Two Braves on the next bed stopped their 69ing to watch. Ollie took the boy by the hips and lowered him. Greg quickly reached over and put Ollie's cock in line with its target. "Thanks, Brother," Ollie whispered. "Now, it might be a little tight. No, I know you're going to be fuckin tight. But don't be afraid. I'll be gentle, Sweetlips." Chucky nodded. "OK, here we go."
Chucky felt the end of Ollie's wet cock pressing on his anus. He scrunched his eyes like the Chief did. The teen was pushing down on his hips. He frowned. It wasn't going in. He bit his lip. He heard the Chief whispering in his ear. "Push, Son, like you have to make shit." Chucky did, and miraculously his love muscle opened for his idol. Chucky let out a high pitched girlish scream. The Chief held his shoulders and whispered, "That's all right, Son. You're doing fine. Real fuckin fine." Chucky was breathing a mile a minute and perspiring like a Hopi in a sweat lodge. Now Ollie lifted him up an inch and then brought him back down. Up and down. Chucky got the idea and began bouncing. He was getting used to the invasion. More whispers from the Chief. "That's it, Chucky, ride that cock like a fuckin horse!" From Ollie's mouth came nothing but grunts. Then the sudden paralysis. Chucky stopped bouncing. Ollie's strong arms lifted the boy in the air and his cock popped out noisily. He held the youngster up there like he weighed nothing and then began shooting. Just like Greg, Ollie's jizz went everywhere but mostly on his darling little brother.
Chucky giggled, "Did I do it?"
"Yeah, you sure did. You fuckin did it. Thank you, Chucky. You made your Ollie feel real happy."
"Hehe. It didn't hurt too bad. Hehe." The Chief hugged him tight. "Chief, you wanta fuck me now?" Now that the cherry had been picked, and Chucky's love muscle stretched, it was easier for the older cock to get in, and the boy loved his second fuck. Greg's cock had rested long enough now and so he was ready for fuck number three. The air was blue with testosterone, as pusses got rammed by cocks all over the longhouse. Braves jumped from bed to bed to try to score with each of the new Rookies. But if they missed their chance this night, they knew there'd be plenty of opportunities in the future.
After a couple hours of orgy, the spent cocks were ready for slumber. The lights finally went out (except for those by the toilets), and Ollie squeezed the sleepy Chucky and cuddled his dripping ass in a spoon, with Greg and Frank's arms around them both. "Hehe, I like fucking," Chucky giggled as he drifted into a dreamland filled with big cocks spurting fountains of man cream. One day his cock would begin to cum as well, and he would be a Brave. Then he would fuck all his Chiefs and brother Braves. Then he would fuck some of the girls in school, or maybe some of the boys, but he would always use a rubber for the Great Bear to protect his beloved tribe. He would always keep his body strong and clean. He would practice his hunting skills and bring back venison meat for his tribe. He would weave an imposing bead picture of a dog to adorn his breechcloth. He would make his own deerskin moccasins. And one day he would mentor a new Pusscock inductee.
Epilog - October 14
As Chief Jason beat a somber rhythm on an Inuit drum, Chucky marched with the Tribe down Main Street, his head held high, clad in only his breechcloth and moccasins. The Great Bear, true to his mission, protected the tribe by ensuring the day was warm and clear. The ten-year old smiled for his mother taking his picture, and for his non-tribal friends on the curb waving their Italian flags. But for most of the parade route, he kept watching the Brave carrying a feather-topped staff in the front of the Tribe. Chucky admired Ollie's well-defined traps, lats and delts, and his powerful thighs, and thought back to the night in the tepee when that handsome body was wrapped around his own.
Suddenly, the lad realized his cock was feeling tight inside his breechcloth. Thank goodness for the front flap. Chucky glanced at his fellow Rookies and noticed the flap didn't provide as much modesty as he was counting on, because it swung in and out as they walked. "Fuck, do those kids on the curb see me tenting?" he wondered. "Did Mom's camera?" He looked over at the Braves. They certainly had more to hide than he, but shit, their flaps weren't swinging like his. Ah, of course, the heavy beadwork held the flap still, beadwork his breechcloth was still lacking. He felt his face starting to warm up as he tried to will his boytool to behave. Then he noticed Susie, the girl who sat next to him in Mrs. Bronson's class. She was walking along the curb, keeping pace with him in the parade. When she caught his eye, she smiled and winked at him. "Well, I'll be fucked." She blew Chucky a kiss and he felt six inches taller. "She is a very pretty little squaw. Shit, did she just put her hand on her crotch?" Chucky was not a little boy any more. He had become a strong tall proud Pusscock.
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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 41
Ollie pulled his finger out and lay down on the bed. "Straddle me, Kid." Ollie made sure the boy's virgin hole was well lubed. The Chief and Greg watched approvingly. "Now, squat down over me like you're gonna take a fuckin dump." Chucky giggled nervously but got into position. Two Braves on the next bed stopped their 69ing to watch. Ollie took the boy by the hips and lowered him. Greg quickly reached over and put Ollie's cock in line with its target. "Thanks, Brother," Ollie whispered. "Now, it might be a little tight. No, I know you're going to be fuckin tight. But don't be afraid. I'll be gentle, Sweetlips." Chucky nodded. "OK, here we go."
Chucky felt the end of Ollie's wet cock pressing on his anus. He scrunched his eyes like the Chief did. The teen was pushing down on his hips. He frowned. It wasn't going in. He bit his lip. He heard the Chief whispering in his ear. "Push, Son, like you have to make shit." Chucky did, and miraculously his love muscle opened for his idol. Chucky let out a high pitched girlish scream. The Chief held his shoulders and whispered, "That's all right, Son. You're doing fine. Real fuckin fine." Chucky was breathing a mile a minute and perspiring like a Hopi in a sweat lodge. Now Ollie lifted him up an inch and then brought him back down. Up and down. Chucky got the idea and began bouncing. He was getting used to the invasion. More whispers from the Chief. "That's it, Chucky, ride that cock like a fuckin horse!" From Ollie's mouth came nothing but grunts. Then the sudden paralysis. Chucky stopped bouncing. Ollie's strong arms lifted the boy in the air and his cock popped out noisily. He held the youngster up there like he weighed nothing and then began shooting. Just like Greg, Ollie's jizz went everywhere but mostly on his darling little brother.
Chucky giggled, "Did I do it?"
"Yeah, you sure did. You fuckin did it. Thank you, Chucky. You made your Ollie feel real happy."
"Hehe. It didn't hurt too bad. Hehe." The Chief hugged him tight. "Chief, you wanta fuck me now?" Now that the cherry had been picked, and Chucky's love muscle stretched, it was easier for the older cock to get in, and the boy loved his second fuck. Greg's cock had rested long enough now and so he was ready for fuck number three. The air was blue with testosterone, as pusses got rammed by cocks all over the longhouse. Braves jumped from bed to bed to try to score with each of the new Rookies. But if they missed their chance this night, they knew there'd be plenty of opportunities in the future.
After a couple hours of orgy, the spent cocks were ready for slumber. The lights finally went out (except for those by the toilets), and Ollie squeezed the sleepy Chucky and cuddled his dripping ass in a spoon, with Greg and Frank's arms around them both. "Hehe, I like fucking," Chucky giggled as he drifted into a dreamland filled with big cocks spurting fountains of man cream. One day his cock would begin to cum as well, and he would be a Brave. Then he would fuck all his Chiefs and brother Braves. Then he would fuck some of the girls in school, or maybe some of the boys, but he would always use a rubber for the Great Bear to protect his beloved tribe. He would always keep his body strong and clean. He would practice his hunting skills and bring back venison meat for his tribe. He would weave an imposing bead picture of a dog to adorn his breechcloth. He would make his own deerskin moccasins. And one day he would mentor a new Pusscock inductee.
Epilog - October 14
As Chief Jason beat a somber rhythm on an Inuit drum, Chucky marched with the Tribe down Main Street, his head held high, clad in only his breechcloth and moccasins. The Great Bear, true to his mission, protected the tribe by ensuring the day was warm and clear. The ten-year old smiled for his mother taking his picture, and for his non-tribal friends on the curb waving their Italian flags. But for most of the parade route, he kept watching the Brave carrying a feather-topped staff in the front of the Tribe. Chucky admired Ollie's well-defined traps, lats and delts, and his powerful thighs, and thought back to the night in the tepee when that handsome body was wrapped around his own.
Suddenly, the lad realized his cock was feeling tight inside his breechcloth. Thank goodness for the front flap. Chucky glanced at his fellow Rookies and noticed the flap didn't provide as much modesty as he was counting on, because it swung in and out as they walked. "Fuck, do those kids on the curb see me tenting?" he wondered. "Did Mom's camera?" He looked over at the Braves. They certainly had more to hide than he, but shit, their flaps weren't swinging like his. Ah, of course, the heavy beadwork held the flap still, beadwork his breechcloth was still lacking. He felt his face starting to warm up as he tried to will his boytool to behave. Then he noticed Susie, the girl who sat next to him in Mrs. Bronson's class. She was walking along the curb, keeping pace with him in the parade. When she caught his eye, she smiled and winked at him. "Well, I'll be fucked." She blew Chucky a kiss and he felt six inches taller. "She is a very pretty little squaw. Shit, did she just put her hand on her crotch?" Chucky was not a little boy any more. He had become a strong tall proud Pusscock.
.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.