The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,087
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 7
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Chapter 7
They came to another fork and began looking for the trail sign to tell them whether to go left or right. They hunted all over and couldn't find the sign.
"Shit. Why ain't there a trail sign here, Conan?"
Chucky's friend got all teary again. "I told you we was lost! It was Quentin who took the right turn and you and me are wrong. Shit! Shit! Shit!" Conan dropped on the ground and started bawling.
"Hey, c'mon. We can't give up. We're so close! C'mon, we'll go back the way we came and find the turn we missed. C'mon, Conan. We'll go together. Two sets of eyes are better than one!" Conan wiped his nose on his shirt and stood up. Of course, his pants fell down. "And take off your damn pants. We gotta run fast." Chucky helped his friend get the pants off and they raced bare-assed back along the trail they had just come on.
They had both been running for quite a while and were beginning to flag. But they kept urging each other on. It was good to have company. They came to a long hill and trudged up at the fastest pace they could. At the summit, they looked down and saw a body of water with the relic of an old mill. "Look, Conan! It's the millpond!"
"Yay!!" The two boys laughed and high fived. Then stopped and gave the secret handshake and laughed again.
"Look, Chucky! Over there!" Just beyond the pond, the boys could see smoke rising through the trees and just barely visible, the tops of some teepees. They started shouting and running again downhill.
"We made it! We made it!"
"Hehe, and Ol' Ollie didn't catch me."
"And Silly Billy didn't catch me."
They were now running bare-assed along the shore of the pond, laughing and shouting. Suddenly their path was blocked and they had to come to a sudden stop.
"Hello, boys." It was their two mentors standing tall and strong in their breechcloths, with their hands behind their backs.
"Oh no!" Chucky and Conan couldn't believe they had gotten caught so close to the finish line.
"What's the matter, Chucky. Disappointed to see your,--what did you say,--your Ol' Ollie?"
"And Conan, you really think I'm Silly Billy?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"No, I'm sure you didn't." He brought his hand out and showed Conan his pants. "Just like you didn't mean to litter the forest floor with your pants, where any enemy of the tribe could find them and follow your sorry ass here."
Ollie showed Chucky his hand. The pants in it meant the same message applied to him. "And Chucky, just like you didn't mean to laugh and shout on the trail, giving away your position. For your information, Billy and I had given up. We assumed you had both made it to the campsite and we were going there ourselves, when we heard you whooping it up behind us. If you had walked quietly like I taught you, you could have gotten safely to the campsite even without your pants. You must have forgotten the lesson of the Wise Owl, Little One."
Chucky hung his head and mumbled, "Don't let your feelings cloud your brain."
Conan's tears had returned. He looked sadly at Billy. "What are you going to do to us?"
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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 7
They came to another fork and began looking for the trail sign to tell them whether to go left or right. They hunted all over and couldn't find the sign.
"Shit. Why ain't there a trail sign here, Conan?"
Chucky's friend got all teary again. "I told you we was lost! It was Quentin who took the right turn and you and me are wrong. Shit! Shit! Shit!" Conan dropped on the ground and started bawling.
"Hey, c'mon. We can't give up. We're so close! C'mon, we'll go back the way we came and find the turn we missed. C'mon, Conan. We'll go together. Two sets of eyes are better than one!" Conan wiped his nose on his shirt and stood up. Of course, his pants fell down. "And take off your damn pants. We gotta run fast." Chucky helped his friend get the pants off and they raced bare-assed back along the trail they had just come on.
They had both been running for quite a while and were beginning to flag. But they kept urging each other on. It was good to have company. They came to a long hill and trudged up at the fastest pace they could. At the summit, they looked down and saw a body of water with the relic of an old mill. "Look, Conan! It's the millpond!"
"Yay!!" The two boys laughed and high fived. Then stopped and gave the secret handshake and laughed again.
"Look, Chucky! Over there!" Just beyond the pond, the boys could see smoke rising through the trees and just barely visible, the tops of some teepees. They started shouting and running again downhill.
"We made it! We made it!"
"Hehe, and Ol' Ollie didn't catch me."
"And Silly Billy didn't catch me."
They were now running bare-assed along the shore of the pond, laughing and shouting. Suddenly their path was blocked and they had to come to a sudden stop.
"Hello, boys." It was their two mentors standing tall and strong in their breechcloths, with their hands behind their backs.
"Oh no!" Chucky and Conan couldn't believe they had gotten caught so close to the finish line.
"What's the matter, Chucky. Disappointed to see your,--what did you say,--your Ol' Ollie?"
"And Conan, you really think I'm Silly Billy?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"No, I'm sure you didn't." He brought his hand out and showed Conan his pants. "Just like you didn't mean to litter the forest floor with your pants, where any enemy of the tribe could find them and follow your sorry ass here."
Ollie showed Chucky his hand. The pants in it meant the same message applied to him. "And Chucky, just like you didn't mean to laugh and shout on the trail, giving away your position. For your information, Billy and I had given up. We assumed you had both made it to the campsite and we were going there ourselves, when we heard you whooping it up behind us. If you had walked quietly like I taught you, you could have gotten safely to the campsite even without your pants. You must have forgotten the lesson of the Wise Owl, Little One."
Chucky hung his head and mumbled, "Don't let your feelings cloud your brain."
Conan's tears had returned. He looked sadly at Billy. "What are you going to do to us?"
.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.