The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,086
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
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 6
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
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Chapter 6
It must have been Norman Chucky heard moaning for some reason. He had no idea why but he was relieved that at least this pair posed no threat to him. He started to jog again and was soon coming up to them. "Hi, Jackie," he smiled.
"Yeh, hi, Chucky." Poor Jackie was despondent. They both knew he'd have to wait until tomorrow morning to join the tribe. Until then he'd have to do whatever Norman told him.
As he trotted past, Chucky said, "Hi, Norman." He glanced at the teen on the rock and noticed his breechcloth was tented like a teepee. There was an eagle design on it. He picked up his pace. As he ran around the next bend, he heard Norman's voice, "C'mon Kid, get your hand back on it and finish up."
Chucky was more determined now than ever to get to the campsite. How much further could it be? Then again he heard someone behind him running fast. Oh no! Had Ollie caught up to him? He grabbed his pants tighter and picked up his pace. The footsteps got closer and he realized they were too noisy to be moccasins. He glanced over his shoulder and saw it was skinny Quentin. Wow, when he left his fire, Quentin only had a little burning tinder and now he already caught up. How did he run so fast? As Quentin closed the gap, Chucky looked back again and realized his friend was naked from the waist down. He'd ditched his stupid pants and undies rather than trying to hold them up. Wow, that was smart. "Hey, Quent! That's a great idea." Chucky let his pants fall to the ground and began kicking to get them off, but of course his sneakers got caught in the legs. Finally, he sat bare-assed on the trail and pulled his pants off as his friend went racing past. "Wait up, Quent, I'll be with you in a minute and we can run together."
"Sorry, Chucky. I can't wait. I don't want Harry to catch me." Harry, of course, was Quentin's mentor.
Chucky was a little mad at his friend for not waiting, but he understood why. Now naked himself from his shirt to his socks, he took off after him. Every turn he took, he'd catch a glimpse of Quentin's skinny ass before it darted around another bend. Disencumbered of those ruined jeans, he could now run just as fast, but not fast enough to cut down on his friend's lead.
"Oh shit!" He thought to himself. "I have to pee." It was probably the cool air on his now naked privates. Chucky wished he hadn't drunk so much at breakfast. He stopped to water the bushes and heard his friends' footsteps grow fainter on the trail ahead. He didn't waste time making the secret sign with his pee. He just wanted to get the rest stop over with. "Well, at least I don't have to take time to zip up." With drops still flying off the end, he started down the trail again, turning one way and another.
Again he heard a sound ahead and grinned thinking he was catching up to Quentin. But this time the noise was sniffling. Another danger lurking, he wondered. He turned a corner and saw not Quentin but Conan, trying to push on with his mangled pants, but gasping. He was crying. "What's wrong, Conan?"
Conan turned with a start. "Shit, I'm glad to see you, Chucky. I thought I was lost!"
"Naw, you ain't lost. I bet the campsite is just a little further." The two boys began jogging together down the trail.
"Why ain't you got no pants on?"
"I took them off to run faster. Just like Quentin. Didn't you see his naked ass when he ran past?"
"He didn't run by me."
"Oh, dear, poor Quentin. He was in such a hurry he must have taken the wrong turn."
"Yeh, poor Quentin. Harry will probably catch him. Hehe. But Billy ain't going to catch me. Hehe."
Chucky didn't like enjoying another boy's misfortune, but he was glad Conan wasn't crying any more. "And Ollie ain't going to catch me!"
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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 6
It must have been Norman Chucky heard moaning for some reason. He had no idea why but he was relieved that at least this pair posed no threat to him. He started to jog again and was soon coming up to them. "Hi, Jackie," he smiled.
"Yeh, hi, Chucky." Poor Jackie was despondent. They both knew he'd have to wait until tomorrow morning to join the tribe. Until then he'd have to do whatever Norman told him.
As he trotted past, Chucky said, "Hi, Norman." He glanced at the teen on the rock and noticed his breechcloth was tented like a teepee. There was an eagle design on it. He picked up his pace. As he ran around the next bend, he heard Norman's voice, "C'mon Kid, get your hand back on it and finish up."
Chucky was more determined now than ever to get to the campsite. How much further could it be? Then again he heard someone behind him running fast. Oh no! Had Ollie caught up to him? He grabbed his pants tighter and picked up his pace. The footsteps got closer and he realized they were too noisy to be moccasins. He glanced over his shoulder and saw it was skinny Quentin. Wow, when he left his fire, Quentin only had a little burning tinder and now he already caught up. How did he run so fast? As Quentin closed the gap, Chucky looked back again and realized his friend was naked from the waist down. He'd ditched his stupid pants and undies rather than trying to hold them up. Wow, that was smart. "Hey, Quent! That's a great idea." Chucky let his pants fall to the ground and began kicking to get them off, but of course his sneakers got caught in the legs. Finally, he sat bare-assed on the trail and pulled his pants off as his friend went racing past. "Wait up, Quent, I'll be with you in a minute and we can run together."
"Sorry, Chucky. I can't wait. I don't want Harry to catch me." Harry, of course, was Quentin's mentor.
Chucky was a little mad at his friend for not waiting, but he understood why. Now naked himself from his shirt to his socks, he took off after him. Every turn he took, he'd catch a glimpse of Quentin's skinny ass before it darted around another bend. Disencumbered of those ruined jeans, he could now run just as fast, but not fast enough to cut down on his friend's lead.
"Oh shit!" He thought to himself. "I have to pee." It was probably the cool air on his now naked privates. Chucky wished he hadn't drunk so much at breakfast. He stopped to water the bushes and heard his friends' footsteps grow fainter on the trail ahead. He didn't waste time making the secret sign with his pee. He just wanted to get the rest stop over with. "Well, at least I don't have to take time to zip up." With drops still flying off the end, he started down the trail again, turning one way and another.
Again he heard a sound ahead and grinned thinking he was catching up to Quentin. But this time the noise was sniffling. Another danger lurking, he wondered. He turned a corner and saw not Quentin but Conan, trying to push on with his mangled pants, but gasping. He was crying. "What's wrong, Conan?"
Conan turned with a start. "Shit, I'm glad to see you, Chucky. I thought I was lost!"
"Naw, you ain't lost. I bet the campsite is just a little further." The two boys began jogging together down the trail.
"Why ain't you got no pants on?"
"I took them off to run faster. Just like Quentin. Didn't you see his naked ass when he ran past?"
"He didn't run by me."
"Oh, dear, poor Quentin. He was in such a hurry he must have taken the wrong turn."
"Yeh, poor Quentin. Harry will probably catch him. Hehe. But Billy ain't going to catch me. Hehe."
Chucky didn't like enjoying another boy's misfortune, but he was glad Conan wasn't crying any more. "And Ollie ain't going to catch me!"
.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.