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Subject: Milkweed Island – Part 2 Disclaimer: Persons under 18 should stop reading now. This series depicts a tribal society in fictional world with social norms, and biological and ecological realities different from anything that exists in our world. Events and persons are completely fictional. This story belongs to the author. Do not copy, adapt or repost outside this website. The Nifty Archives have provided a venue for many years, however, this cannot be done for free. Please consider a fty/donate.html. Feedback appreciated! -Pecha- Pecha saw his youngest brother Kala running towards him, naked and beaming. When he reached Pecha he threw his arms around his waist squeezing. Then his ducked his head down and took Pecha’s right ball into his mouth. “Hey!” Pecha shouted jerking back, his nut popping audibly from Kala’s mouth. “Take it easy little man. Where did you learn that?” “Father taught me.” “Haha. Ok. Well warn me first. And give me a chance to wash up. I’m covered in boar blood.” Kala darted over to the boar. “Wow. Did you kill it yourself? Did you get hurt?” By then, father had walked over with Betsu trailing behind. The boy looked paler than usual, even green. “Well done my son! You’ve made a meal for the entire village. And all alone too? I am so proud.” The big man wrapped his muscular arms tight around the sinewy boy. Boar blood smeared between their naked chests. His father’s loinclothed manhood crushed roughly against his naked crotch. Pecha winced. “Son, why have you removed your cloth? Was it damaged?” “It was uncomfortable, Father.” “Regardless. You should wear it, especially for your triumphant return. You look like a child without it. It is not fitting.” “Yes Father.” he said, untying the cloth from his arm and awkwardly, delicately putting on over his throbbing balls. “Did Simal come back yet?” “An hour ago with two small rabbits. He’ll be green as envy when sees this,” his father said laughing. “Maybe,” Pecha grinned. “I guess we should begin dressing it?” “Nonsense. You go clean up at the stream. We will prepare it, won’t we Betsu?” The boy looked gave a queasy look. “Is he ok?” “Yes. He was making his usual visits with the village gray-hairs this morning. And I just topped off his belly my own offering. He’s stuffed with blessings. Now, some manly work to go with that manly tonic, and soon you’ll be as virile as your brother here,” he ended shouting over his shoulder at poor Betsu. Pecha left the clearing and headed to the stream. On the way he ran into Akota and his goofy-looking friend Gep. The boy had long lanky limbs and a round undefined torso and he kicked his legs out to the side a bit when he walked. He looked like a buck-toothed frog. Akota, on the other hand, was a handsome confident boy. A younger version of Pecha himself. “Hey. I killed a boar. They are dressing it the house right now if you want to watch.” “Where are you going?” asked Akota. “To wash up.” “Can we come with you?” “Ok. I can’t imagine why you’d want to miss the boar. You’re not even dirty. But, whatever you want.” The boys trailed off after him. Once he reached the stream he snatched off his cloth, threw it on a rock and crashed into the water. It felt good to wash away the crusty blood and dirt, and the cold water was a balm to his aching balls. The nine-year-olds sat on the bank watching him. They were crouched on their haunches following his every movement. In that pose, Gep completed the perfect picture of a frog. “You’re both acting strange. Why aren’t you swimming? What’s up?” “Gep wants your seed,” Akota blurted. “You must have a lot from being gone so long. Can he have it?” “Ha. You boys are too young to be obsessing over that kind of thing. Besides, I was with a hunting party. How do you know I didn’t share with them?” “You always go off on your own. I know. And there is so much milkleaf out there in the woods. I’ll bet you were chewing it the whole time. You must be filled to bursting.” Pecha blushed at this. Akota was cleverer than he though. The boy knew him well. Pecha stood up from the shallow water crossing his arms defiantly. The water rippled down his tight torso and rained off his manhood, still low and heavy despite the cold water. “Why should I share with Gep? What’s he gonna do for me?” “Please Pecha. He needs it. He tried to get some from the woodsmen this morning but they peed in his face.” Pecha laughed. He walked over to Gep and but a hand on the boys shoulder. Gep looked up at him with his round face and big eyes. His pupils were large, so that you could barely see the whites of his eyes. For the first time, Pecha recognized a kind of animal cuteness in the boy. “Let’s go over to that sunny rock. It looks warm,” Pecha said, grabbing Gep’s hand and pulling him along. Akota followed. As he walked his cock grew and thickened and he could feel Gep staring at it. The boy’s steps slowed a bit and he knew the kid was getting nervous. “I’ll just jerk off into your mouth, ok?” “No. He needs to practice sucking. He’s not good at sucking unless it’s a boy’s cock like mine.” “You mean little?” Pecha smirked. But in his head he was dreading a clumsy blowjob. The last thing his tender manhood needed was a kid gumming and tonguing his cockhead like a piece of candy. “Ok,” he said, pulling Gep onto the big flat rock and lying him down. “We’ll do 69. I’ll be on top.” This way he could manisa escort force the kid to get past his cockhead take more cock than he normally would. “You’re too tall,” Akota protested. “You won’t be able to reach his dick.” “Sixty-nine is a sacred position of mutual sharing,” he said, parroting his father’s sermons. “It’s good enough for Gep. Stop telling me what to do. You’re ok, right Gep?” Gep nodded. He was wide-eyed, lying on the warm stone as Pecha got on all fours and straddled his head. Pecha’s cock was nearly erect and a bead of precum had formed on the nozzle of his foreskin. The sight of the small brown youth lying splay-legged beneath him, his hairless body beading with a nervous sweat was exciting. Gep’s little cock was fully erect, the head straining against the red ring of his tight foreskin. Pecha watched as Gep reached up with both hands and skinned his cock. A stream of precum trickled down into the kid’s waiting mouth. He saw Gep’s eyes brighten with surprise at the taste. Pecha knew it must be sweet from days of chewing fresh milkweed on his hunt. Milkweed made cum sweeter, especially precum, and it made loads much heavier. It had certainly contributed to the intense ache he was feeling in his balls now. The sweet precum seemed to make Gep bolder. The boy pulled Pecha’s cock down into his waiting mouth and took it fairly deep considering the size of his throat. His long fleshy sac draped over Gep’s tiny nose and his balls came to rest in each of his eye sockets. This caused the boy to giggle a muffled giggle. Akota, who had been watching intently, bent down to help. “Here, let me get those,” he said, bumping his chin into his friend’s forehead and slurping his big brother’s left ball into his mouth. “Easy!” Pecha yelped. “They’re sore. Either be gentle or leave them alone.” Akota released the ball and began lightly licking and kissing the back of his sac and his taint. Pecha began a gentle thrusting motion into Gep’s throat as he tried to contort his upper body and reach Gep’s twitching prick. It was impossible. The difference in height was too great. The best he could manage was to lap at his walnut-like sac and tease his undescended balls. Pecha spit onto his fingers and began messaging the cock instead. It was a strain to hold him self up with one arm, jack the boy and maintain a gentle steady motion into his throat as well, but the strain was exciting. Every muscle in his smooth sinewy tanned body was flexed. Sweat forming on his back and flowing down his lightly hairy pink crack to his taint, where Akota’s hungry tongue lapped it up. Suddenly his brother’s tongue slipped up onto the edge of his butthole. An electric shock ran through his body and he yelped. “Don’t lick my ass!” “Sorry.” Akota moved back to his balls and began gently trying to stuff one, and then both into his mouth at once. Gep seemed to be a trance. He was making a low, constant hum and taking Pecha’s cock very deep, almost to the hilt. Pecha tried keep him from choking by making his thrusts regular. The humming combined with his brother’s warm mouth tugging his balls was sending him over the edge. He could feel precum oozing out of his pisshole. Gep’s little dick was twitching in the air. Pecha’s orgasm was powerful. The muscles in his crotch spasmed. Volleys of cum flowed into one another until it felt like he was taking a hot thick piss. Midway through Gep choked and coughed. Cum shot out of his nose and the sides of his mouth, but he recovered and kept swallowing. Akota had both Pecha’s nuts in his mouth and his little face was smashed into Pecha’s sweaty pulsating taint. Pecha was frozen. Every muscle in his body was shaky and weak. The sounds of the jungle had fallen away and all he could hear was a ringing in his ears. Then a voice broke the silence, “Not satisfied with spearing boars Pech? Gotta spear yourself a frog too?.” -Akota- Akota jerked his head towards the voice. Pecha’s deflated balls left his mouth with a wet pop. His older brother yelped. Four boys emerged from the undergrowth surprisingly close to the rock where Gep, Pecha and Akota were tangled. They were older boys, friends of Pecha Toma was sallow, thick-muscled boy with a faint mustache and a constant vinegary smell. His face was always scowling, reflecting back the sour face that he inspired in others with his stink. His arms and legs rippled with muscle. His loincloth had been discolored by his pungent sweat. Roké was a first cousin of Gep. He had the boy’s same lanky bowed legs, but his torso was long and lean. Akota has seen the boy naked before and marveled at the way his loose fleshy cock and balls swung back and forth in the wide space between his thighs, but at the moment the boy was wearing a loincloth. There was a mischievous look on his compact face. Mika was a short youth, the same height as Akota but four years older. His body was beautifully muscled but his face was broad and dull. His wide, upturned nose looked like a pig snout. He always wrapped the flap on his loincloth around the tie instead of letting it hang down. Maybe he though the long flap hanging down would accentuate his shortness, but the effect of his style of wearing it was to make him look like a big muscly pig baby. Palo was the tallest, a willowy boy with a concave chest. He had a large head and bony face, with a sharp flared jaw. His eyes were maraş escort deep-set and thoughtful, and his movement was slow and gentle. As soon as he emerged from behind his friends Akota could see that he had loosened his loincloth. His long thin boner was jutting out. He must have been masturbating to the scene of Pecha and the little boys. “This is how you get out your hunt lust? On this frog boy right here?” Toma said, jumping onto the rock. “Seems like a waste to me.” Pecha had rolled forward clumsily and was sitting cross-legged on the rock, shielding his wilted cock from view. Gep was still on his back, staring at the canopy in a daze. Akota was standing, one leg back in a defensive position. He didn’t like Toma. All four boys mounted the rock and gathered around Gep. Palo stood in the rear, a little shy about his exposed erection. They looked down at Gep’s squinting face, smeared with cum, snot, spit and sweat. Toma lightly kicked his temple with his big toe. “Shit Pech, I think you killed him.” “Naw, there’s some life left in him,” said Roké, grabbing Gep’s boner between his dirty toes. This seemed to snap Gep out of it a bit. “I think your seed is working Pech. The frog is becoming a man. That’s some powerful stuff.” The boys laughed. “This is a good chance Toma.” Palo’s gentle voice startled everyone. “Pecha’s cum has awaken something in the boy. He’ll be more receptive to further blessings for a short time.” Toma’s gave a wicked look understanding. He squatted down and grabbed hold of Gep’s thick shaggy hair with one hand and began gently raking leftover cum into his quivering mouth. The boy was frozen in terror. “Yeah, that’s right. This is our chance to help the buck-toothed toad. Clean it!” Gep dutifully sucked the remaining spit and cum from Toma’s dirty finger. Then Toma reached down and grabbed Gep’s muddy dick. He tweaked it. “This is your lucky day, Frog. All four of us have been out on the hunt for days, stuffing our faces with fresh milkweed. We’re gonna fill your gut with so much cum you’ll have hair on this little pricklet by tomorrow.” Toma nodded at his friends and they all undid their loincloths. Roké and Mika were starting to bone up and Palo was already fully erect. Once naked, they assembled around Gep’s head, squatted down on their haunches and began masturbating. Gep’s eyes were wide and his lip was quivering. He gave Akota a pleading look but his friend was under the spell of the moment and transfixed on the older boys’ cocks. Toma’s cock was thick and pale like the rest of him. He had a lot of pubes and his balls were very hairy. His foreskin was thick and veiny and covered his swollen cockhead completely, except on the downstroke when it opened up just a bit and strands of gooey precum stretched across the opening. Each stroke made a faint smacking sound and created a new web of strands. The smell was sharp and overwhelming. Roké looked more frog-like sitting on his haunches. His long lean torso was hunched over and instead of reaching down to jack his cock, he fished his long, thin arm under his butt and jacked underhanded with the movement of his wrist. His cock and balls were very fleshy. But unlike the thin supple flesh of Pecha’s manhood that seemed to dance as he walked, Roké’s skin was thick and heavy. His erection curved down slighty. His cockhead seemed huge, but it never emerged from the folds of his foreskin. On the downstroke, the foreskin pulled tight against that fat cockhead and the skin changed from dark brown to tan. The color change was so distinct it almost looked like a flashing light. Piggy Mika, on the other had, had a foreskin so short that his cockhead was almost fully exposed even when he was soft. Hard, his dick skin was tight and his jacking motion was short and quick. As he jack with his stumpy right hand, he tweaked his nipples with his left. His muscled chest rippled and flexed as he made short whimpering breaths. His eyes were clenched tight and he was biting his lip. Akota had to force himself not to giggle. Palo’s cock was long, thin and caramel brown. He had a dense patch of curly pubes above it, but almost none on his silky sac. His bright pink cockhead winked out of his foreskin on the downstroke. He had a serious faraway look on his face as he masturbated. Pecha crawled over to the circle. “I don’t think he wants this.” Toma glared. Akota knew there was a certain rivalry between the two boys within their group. The boys looked up to handsome, easy-going Pecha, and Toma resented that. Now, with Pecha still recovering from his intense orgasm, Toma was not going to back down. “He wants it. Look at his face. He’s like a frog at a feast of flies. We’re doing him a favor. We are blessing him, right?” Toma liked to make subtle jabs at their family religiosity. “Akota, why don’t you crawl under me and work on my nuts like you were doing for your brother?” Akota looked at the narrow space where Toma’s crotch hovered over the ground. His hairy heavy balls nearly touched the stone. The acrid smell coming off his taint and his splayed asshole stood out over the other smells of the jungle. Luckily, the request was interrupted by Mika’s whimpering. “I’m close.” Toma grabbed Gep’s hair and cranked the boy’s head back. “Open your mouth wide and whatever you do, don’t swallow. Keep it all in your mouth. Breath through your nose. If you swallow, mardin escort I’ll bash your teeth in.” Mika moved forward, angled his purple cockhead into Gep’s mouth and fired shot after shot of thin milky cum. After ten shots and a shudder, Mika moved away. “Wait,” said Toma as he pinched up Gep’s bottom lip and used it to wipe the remaining cum from Mika’s cockhead. Gep snorted and moaned as he tried to figure out how to breath around the pool of seed floating in the back of his mouth. Toma gave him a warning glare. He finally managed to position his head so that he could breath out of his nose, just as Palo moved forward. From where Akota was standing, he had a good view of Palo’s cumshot. The tall boy had to splay his legs wide to angle his cock into Gep’s mouth. His cum was thin like Mika’s but whiter and it shot out with such force that Akota could hear it spraying into the pool already floating in Gep’s little mouth. Several shots into his orgasm, Palo began to shake and some of the cum splashed out of Gep’s mouth and onto his cheek. Toma quickly caught it with his fingers and guided it back to Gep’s raw pink lips. Lanky Roké was next. He switched his grip to his front and angled his crooked cock into his cousin’s open mouth. He pulled back on his foreskin until it was straining and shiny against his fat hidden cockhead. His piss slit and the opening of his phimotic foreskin were not aligned so he came inside his skin and the seed slowly drooled out. Gep wrapped his lip around the sheathed head while Roké milked his manhood. Akota could see the muscles in his friend’s throat straining not to swallow. Then Roké tumbled backwards onto his butt, his fleshy nuts slapping hard on the stone. The older boys chuckled, dazed from their orgasms. Then it was Toma’s turn. The big boy straddled Gep’s bony chest and aimed his gooey cock at Gep’s face. “Akota, jack me off.” Akota came over, knelt and wrapped his hand around the hot thick cock. The sour smell of Toma’s body odor mixed with the dank musky smell of his crotch and the fishy stink of his dick. Akota tried to breath through his mouth but it didn’t help. The smell was so powerful that it made him feel lightheaded, almost dreamy. As he struggled to get a better grip on this cock that was so much bigger than his own and jack in the opposite direction than he was used to, he leaned in closer and closer. His chin hovered over Gep’s nose, who was lying there in a trance, his mouth nearly filled to the brim with pungent teen cum. Akota’s face was inches away from Toma’s cock. The lips of Toma’s foreskin smacked open and shut. The slimy white strings of smegma and precum danced before his eyes. He was hypnotized. He had to break the spell, so he did the only thing he could think. As he pulled the skin back tight, he flicked his tongue out and licked the gooey opening clean. The rich cheesy taste broke the spell and he was able to look away, up into Toma’s sneering face. “Don’t worry boy, you can clean me anytime you like,” he whispered. Then he thrust his dick forward to Gep’s sweet lips and Akota dutifully milked out the thickest, clumpiest load he had ever seen. Each spurt tumbled out like curds and floated on top of the soup of cum in Gep’s mouth. By now the other boys had crowded around to watch, their heads hovering over Toma’s shoulders. Once the he finished cumming, he pulled back and they all marveled at the milky soup floating in the little boy’s mouth. “Let him swallow it,” Pecha insisted. “No, no, no,” said Toma. “Akota did a good job jacking me. It wouldn’t be fair to him. Akota, why don’t you lick some of that seed from Frog’s mouth? You know you want to.” Akota did want to, but he didn’t want to seem like he did. He knew if he protested that Pecha would defend him and probably win. So he put on a reluctant face and knelt down to Gep’s face before any more could be said. The milky white soup filled Gep’s mouth so that Akota could only see his big front teeth above the pool. He realized he was going to have to come in with his head at a 90-degree angle from Gep’s and wrap his lips around his friend’s lips in order for his tongue to reach the cum. He had never kissed anyone on the lips before, certainly not Gep. His friend’s dark eyes were locked on his face. Akota looked away and focused on the boy’s lips. He wrapped his lips around Gep’s and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go. The feeling was electric. Then his tongue touched cum and the bitter taste only added to the sensation of shock. Akota’s tongue probed around the slurry until he touched one of the thick blobs of Toma’s load. He pushed the clump to the side of Gep’s inner cheek and carefully scooped it onto his cupped tongue, slowly lifting it out of Gep’s mouth and into his. Then he raised his head. “Show me!” Akota stuck out his tongue. The blob of Toma’s load was melting from the heat of his mouth. The taste was overwhelming. He couldn’t believe Gep wasn’t gagging. “Ok, you can swallow. You too Frog.” Gep sat up. His eyes were wet with tears. He pursed his lips and swallowed the cum in three great gulps. Palo clapped him on the back smiling. Roké put his arm around him and helped him to his feet. Akota was surprised at this sudden friendliness. Perhaps the boys were worried that Gep might tell an adult and wanted to put a positive spin on things. Or maybe they were just feeling relaxed now that their balls weren’t full of seed. Gep smiled at the warm attention from the teenagers and for a second Akota felt jealous. He wanted his belly to be sloshing with hot cum. He rolled his tongue in his mouth savoring the remnants of Toma’s sour glob.

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