The Tribe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,089
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 9
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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.
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Chapter 9
There was some rustling behind them, and Chucky stopped. "I didn't fuckin tell you to stop, Boy. Get back to work." Chucky continued to masturbate his mentor as Jackie and Norman came down the path. They were in no rush of course. Jackie was trudging beside his mentor, gamely trying to keep his pants up. He saw his two friends and realized they had also been caught and had lost their chance to join the tribe tonight. But he took no delight in that fact. Norman brought him up to the others and they stopped to watch. Chucky was embarrassed and remembered how superior he'd felt when he witnessed Jackie servicing Norman. He glanced sheepishly over at his friend and noticed Jackie's face was covered in dried something. Like dried mucus. Ick. Chucky closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand.
"Do my balls too," Ollie whispered. Chucky kept squeezing and rubbing the big boy's cock with one hand while he fondled the balls with his other. He began to think how miserable it would be for Jackie, Conan and himself to have to watch Quentin and Ricky get inducted.
Norman asked Jackie, "Who do you think will shoot first? Billy or Ollie?" Chucky didn't hear Jackie's answer. Maybe he pointed or maybe he just shrugged. Chucky didn't know what he meant by "shoot."
"My money is on Billy!" It was Harry's voice. Chucky opened his eyes and saw Harry leading bare-assed Quentin out of the old millhouse. Quentin was dejected as well. And his face was covered with the same dried stuff as Jackie.
"You're on, Harry," laughed Norman. "I've seen Billy. I know he can hold on plenty long. I think Ollie will let go first."
"What do you want to bet?"
"Our kid's first blow job."
"You're on." Chucky didn't know what the hell they were talking about but saw them seal the wager with the secret handshake. A moment later, Ollie let out a holler and sprayed cum all over Chucky's face.
"Ha!" Yelled Norman in triumph. All the while, Ollie held Chucky's head between his hands and sprayed one shot after another until cum was dripping off the boy's eyes, nose, lips and chin. Moments later, Billy gave Conan a facial.
"Pay up, loser." Norman said to Harry. Harry handed a bewildered Quentin over to Jackie's mentor. "OK, Quent. Listen up. I'm gonna tell you what to do."
Just then, a fifth Brave came along the path cursing. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"What's wrong with you, Sly?"
"That stupid Ricky. He must be lost. I can't find him anywhere."
"Maybe he made it to the campsite." Offered Chucky, blinking his eyes to keep them from sealing shut. Chucky hoped at least one of his friends made it.
"Don't be stupid, Kid. No one ever makes it to the campsite. No one ever gets into the tribe the first night. Besides, I checked there first in case by some fluke he did make it. Then I followed the whole trail back to the parking lot looking for his sneaker prints. The stupid kid must have forgotten all I taught him about following the trail signs. He must have taken a bad turn and gotten his sorry ass lost somewhere in the woods." Sly turned to his fellow Braves. C'mon, Guys, forget your horny dicks for a while and help me find the brat."
"Sure, Sly, we'll help," said Ollie and the others nodded.
"We'll head back on the main trail and one of you will pull off every time we come to a fork. I just couldn't be everywhere at once. If anyone finds him, give the Coyote Song. OK?" The other Braves agreed. Quentin felt he'd been saved by the bell. He still didn't know what "blow job" meant, but he didn't like that Harry had pawned him off to a different mentor.
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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 9
There was some rustling behind them, and Chucky stopped. "I didn't fuckin tell you to stop, Boy. Get back to work." Chucky continued to masturbate his mentor as Jackie and Norman came down the path. They were in no rush of course. Jackie was trudging beside his mentor, gamely trying to keep his pants up. He saw his two friends and realized they had also been caught and had lost their chance to join the tribe tonight. But he took no delight in that fact. Norman brought him up to the others and they stopped to watch. Chucky was embarrassed and remembered how superior he'd felt when he witnessed Jackie servicing Norman. He glanced sheepishly over at his friend and noticed Jackie's face was covered in dried something. Like dried mucus. Ick. Chucky closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand.
"Do my balls too," Ollie whispered. Chucky kept squeezing and rubbing the big boy's cock with one hand while he fondled the balls with his other. He began to think how miserable it would be for Jackie, Conan and himself to have to watch Quentin and Ricky get inducted.
Norman asked Jackie, "Who do you think will shoot first? Billy or Ollie?" Chucky didn't hear Jackie's answer. Maybe he pointed or maybe he just shrugged. Chucky didn't know what he meant by "shoot."
"My money is on Billy!" It was Harry's voice. Chucky opened his eyes and saw Harry leading bare-assed Quentin out of the old millhouse. Quentin was dejected as well. And his face was covered with the same dried stuff as Jackie.
"You're on, Harry," laughed Norman. "I've seen Billy. I know he can hold on plenty long. I think Ollie will let go first."
"What do you want to bet?"
"Our kid's first blow job."
"You're on." Chucky didn't know what the hell they were talking about but saw them seal the wager with the secret handshake. A moment later, Ollie let out a holler and sprayed cum all over Chucky's face.
"Ha!" Yelled Norman in triumph. All the while, Ollie held Chucky's head between his hands and sprayed one shot after another until cum was dripping off the boy's eyes, nose, lips and chin. Moments later, Billy gave Conan a facial.
"Pay up, loser." Norman said to Harry. Harry handed a bewildered Quentin over to Jackie's mentor. "OK, Quent. Listen up. I'm gonna tell you what to do."
Just then, a fifth Brave came along the path cursing. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"What's wrong with you, Sly?"
"That stupid Ricky. He must be lost. I can't find him anywhere."
"Maybe he made it to the campsite." Offered Chucky, blinking his eyes to keep them from sealing shut. Chucky hoped at least one of his friends made it.
"Don't be stupid, Kid. No one ever makes it to the campsite. No one ever gets into the tribe the first night. Besides, I checked there first in case by some fluke he did make it. Then I followed the whole trail back to the parking lot looking for his sneaker prints. The stupid kid must have forgotten all I taught him about following the trail signs. He must have taken a bad turn and gotten his sorry ass lost somewhere in the woods." Sly turned to his fellow Braves. C'mon, Guys, forget your horny dicks for a while and help me find the brat."
"Sure, Sly, we'll help," said Ollie and the others nodded.
"We'll head back on the main trail and one of you will pull off every time we come to a fork. I just couldn't be everywhere at once. If anyone finds him, give the Coyote Song. OK?" The other Braves agreed. Quentin felt he'd been saved by the bell. He still didn't know what "blow job" meant, but he didn't like that Harry had pawned him off to a different mentor.
.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.