The Tribe
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,080
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 1 Start of Part 1
©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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Part 1
Chapter 1
The five fifth graders scrambled out of Chief Philip's SUV. It was already 11 AM on Saturday and they couldn't wait for the ceremonies to begin. For four weeks they had heard all about the tribe and were so excited that now they could be inducted into the Pusscocks.
Little Chucky spotted his mentor Ollie unloading equipment from a minibus on the other side of the parking lot and went running over. "Can I help?"
Ollie was fifteen, a fit lad 5'8 with well defined muscles. He was quiet and patient and treated the youngster as a brother. "Sure, Chucky. You're going to be a member of the tribe soon so you might as well start doing your duties." He handed the boy one of the lighter duffles but it was still fairly heavy for the ten-year old. However, Chucky didn't complain and carried it over to the rest of the gear.
For the last month, every Saturday, Chucky had biked over to Ollie's house on the other side of Oakville, where the teenager taught him what he needed to know prior to his induction. The boy learned about trail signs so he could find his way in the woods, about building a fire using only a knife and flint, and about the different stages each member of the tribe passes through, from Rookie to Brave to Chief. Ollie showed him the fancy belt he had hand-tooled with a snake crawling along its length, and then gave him a rawhide belt and taught him how to carve his initials in it. Chucky excitedly shared all this with his parents when he got home.
However, he also learned some Pusscock lore was to be kept secret. Like the secret handshake, the secret sign, the Song of the Coyote, the stories of the Wise Owl and the Great Bear, even the tribe's name. Chucky practiced the handshake with Ollie and with the other four boys in his class at Oakville Elementary who were also preparing to join the tribe, meeting each week with their own Brave mentors. They always made sure no one else was around to witness the secret handshake.
The first week Ollie had taken a stick and drawn the secret sign in the dirt, a large circle like a compass with an arrow coming up from the southwest pointing to a small circle in the center. He'd pointed to the center and whispered, "puss," then to the arrow, "cock," then to the whole sign, "Pusscock," and then erased it with his foot. The youngster took the stick and redrew the sign, exactly as he was shown, complete with the whispers. He was proud when his mentor approved. The second week, while they were out practicing their trail signs, Ollie opened his zipper to pee. With great agility, he drew the secret sign perfectly in yellow on the ground, whispering the names of the parts. "Go on, Chucky, you try it." Chucky tried but between his inexperience, his nervousness and his giggling, his piss creation was hardly recognizable as the secret sign, but he promised to keep trying. He hoped to master this skill before the induction weekend.
When Ollie showed him the Song of the Coyote, Chucky was astounded. The long "whoooooooooo" sounded just like a Coyote baying in the night. It must have traveled miles. Chucky tried to imitate it, but he knew this would take a lot of practice.
When they worked on trail skills or fire building technique, Chucky would sometimes get discouraged and give up. Or if he had some small success, he would get too cocky and lose focus. That's when Ollie would remind him about the Wise Owl. While other birds in the forest flitted about letting the winds blow them this way and then that way, Wise Owl would sit and use his head. "Don't let your feelings cloud your brain, Chucky. Now, let's start this over again."
At the end of each training session, Ollie told Chucky the story of the Great Bear who protected the tribe. He had great claws that could tear at the tribe's enemies.
.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.
Part 1
Chapter 1
The five fifth graders scrambled out of Chief Philip's SUV. It was already 11 AM on Saturday and they couldn't wait for the ceremonies to begin. For four weeks they had heard all about the tribe and were so excited that now they could be inducted into the Pusscocks.
Little Chucky spotted his mentor Ollie unloading equipment from a minibus on the other side of the parking lot and went running over. "Can I help?"
Ollie was fifteen, a fit lad 5'8 with well defined muscles. He was quiet and patient and treated the youngster as a brother. "Sure, Chucky. You're going to be a member of the tribe soon so you might as well start doing your duties." He handed the boy one of the lighter duffles but it was still fairly heavy for the ten-year old. However, Chucky didn't complain and carried it over to the rest of the gear.
For the last month, every Saturday, Chucky had biked over to Ollie's house on the other side of Oakville, where the teenager taught him what he needed to know prior to his induction. The boy learned about trail signs so he could find his way in the woods, about building a fire using only a knife and flint, and about the different stages each member of the tribe passes through, from Rookie to Brave to Chief. Ollie showed him the fancy belt he had hand-tooled with a snake crawling along its length, and then gave him a rawhide belt and taught him how to carve his initials in it. Chucky excitedly shared all this with his parents when he got home.
However, he also learned some Pusscock lore was to be kept secret. Like the secret handshake, the secret sign, the Song of the Coyote, the stories of the Wise Owl and the Great Bear, even the tribe's name. Chucky practiced the handshake with Ollie and with the other four boys in his class at Oakville Elementary who were also preparing to join the tribe, meeting each week with their own Brave mentors. They always made sure no one else was around to witness the secret handshake.
The first week Ollie had taken a stick and drawn the secret sign in the dirt, a large circle like a compass with an arrow coming up from the southwest pointing to a small circle in the center. He'd pointed to the center and whispered, "puss," then to the arrow, "cock," then to the whole sign, "Pusscock," and then erased it with his foot. The youngster took the stick and redrew the sign, exactly as he was shown, complete with the whispers. He was proud when his mentor approved. The second week, while they were out practicing their trail signs, Ollie opened his zipper to pee. With great agility, he drew the secret sign perfectly in yellow on the ground, whispering the names of the parts. "Go on, Chucky, you try it." Chucky tried but between his inexperience, his nervousness and his giggling, his piss creation was hardly recognizable as the secret sign, but he promised to keep trying. He hoped to master this skill before the induction weekend.
When Ollie showed him the Song of the Coyote, Chucky was astounded. The long "whoooooooooo" sounded just like a Coyote baying in the night. It must have traveled miles. Chucky tried to imitate it, but he knew this would take a lot of practice.
When they worked on trail skills or fire building technique, Chucky would sometimes get discouraged and give up. Or if he had some small success, he would get too cocky and lose focus. That's when Ollie would remind him about the Wise Owl. While other birds in the forest flitted about letting the winds blow them this way and then that way, Wise Owl would sit and use his head. "Don't let your feelings cloud your brain, Chucky. Now, let's start this over again."
At the end of each training session, Ollie told Chucky the story of the Great Bear who protected the tribe. He had great claws that could tear at the tribe's enemies.
.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.