Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2015 13:31:56 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone 1
Dear reader,
This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. A twelve-years-old boy accidentally travels to the
future, and he does not like what he finds. I am sure you will like and
enjoy it. It depicts sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl;
however, no adults are involved; except themselves when they grow up.
English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Any comment, sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com", will be welcomed
and answered.
The story comes to you thru Nifty org., so, please, cooperate with them by
sending some donations.
THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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by Al Peres
Part 1
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CHAPTER 1
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Margarita Sierra had been born about the middle of 19th Century. She was a
real pure pretty Latin woman; with whitish flawless skin, oval face, black
waved hair, and a pair or large black eyes that made many men to dream
about. She was owner of a large ranch in California. The Spanish Emperor
Charles V granted this large hacienda to his family in the 16th
Century. Thru centuries her family had added more lands and now it was one
of the largest properties in the fertile California. It was an honour on
her family to never despise any person because his race, skin's colour or
religion; all of them were welcomed. She even had been engage to marry a
Sioux Indian. However "the Man proposes and God disposes." She married a
tall Scandinavian schoolmaster, Sven Larsen, who came to California looking
for gold. With the time they had seven children, four boys and three girls;
unfortunately only two boys and two girls reached puberty. The girls,
Margarita and Leech married and went to live to New York and Baltimore,
respectively; carrying with them their dowries. The boys, Peter and Olaf,
managed the large property, though Olaf went to the University and became
an Engineer-Architect, and Peter, after the secondary schooling, devoted
his life to the ranch. Peter, as his mothers, was very fond of books
spending long hours in their library, especially during winter. With the
time he became a reputable specialist on California's Geology, though he
had never been into a College. Both were more than brothers, they were
inseparable pals, as twins, though Olaf was one year younger than his
brother Peter. With the time they also married. Peter had a boy, Karl; and
two girls: Jenifer and Julia. The three were blond and had intense blue
eyes. Olaf had three boys: Jeff born in 1916 (subject of this story), and
twin boys, named Peter and Olaf; born one year later.
Margarita lived with her son Peter in their large farmhouse, where she and
her son, as a team, handled the large hacienda. This property was mostly
dedicated to agriculture and horse breeding; though in some other haciendas
had preferred cattle, mostly cows; in a neighbour one, the owners were
extracting oil; thing that Margarita hated.
Currently she was 67 y/o and was very disappointed that most of her
children and grand children had not inherited her flawless white skin and
waived black hair, except her grand child Jeff; the rest were blond as
their grandfather Sven Larsen. He used to tease his adored wife, telling
that Viking blood was stronger than Latin's; she always responded that she
preferred intelligence to the skin's colour. They had been very happy along
their lives together; and some times very sad, especially when they lost
their children; but always they remained united and in love, until he die
two years back.
Some days before her grandson Jeff's 12th birthday, Olaf, his wife
Jeanette, and the three boys were travelling to the farm; that was
fantastic for the children; they loved the place and especially their
grandmother. Jeff would meet his ever-present thirteen-years-old cousin
Karl; he had not seen him since a couple of weeks before, when they left
their boarding school for summer holidays. The twins always had the chance
to carry out with any imaginable prank, though as his brother Jeff, they
adored their grandmother. They expected to spend the whole summer holidays
in the ranch, playing mostly with the evil twins, now 11 y/o. Since their
birthday was separated only by one week, the parents agreed to celebrate it
together the first Saturday after 25th of May; in this case it was 27th.
The arrival of the boys and his parents to the farm was a blessing for
Margarita and Karl. Margarita deeply loved her grandchildren, but she felt
something special for Jeff; he was equal to her, but with larger eyes and
eyelashes. The boy knew it and paid back with affection and love to his
grandmother; however, he was very careful not demonstrating it when some of
his brothers or cousins were present. The same happened with Sven in
respect of Karl; the boy was a genuine Scandinavian; blond, blue eyes, tall
and strong, though had not the beauty of his cousin. The grandparents were
aware of these facts.
Jeff, his parents, and the twins were travelling to the farm from the
capitol city where they live. He was engrossed in his thoughts about his
cousin Karl, and in what he had taught him, especially during the past two
years. His dick got hard only thinking in the coming night. To his young
mind came the figure of "Golden Hawk", the handsome Sioux old shaman; he
liked this man, once, many years back, he had been his grandmother's
boyfriend. The house had empty rooms and everyone could have one,
nevertheless, both cousins preferred to sleep in the same bedroom; that was
as a prolongation of their boarding school room. The twins also preferred
to sleep in the same room, and most of the times, in the same bed, though
that was not strange in them.
The 1927 model sedan Ford car entered and stopped in just at the front
door. The twins jumped out from the car and ran to greet their girl cousins
and they hugged gladly the boys; though they were very shy with other
persons, with these blond haired boys they were genuinely happy to see
them. The girls eagerly wanted the boy's stay in the house to carry out
together many pranks and something else.
Jeff first visit was for his grandmother, no matter who were waiting for
him. He left the car and climbed the carpeted stairs to the first floor,
where she was reading in her well provided and cosy library. She liked that
room built with large windows near a tall oak tree that refreshed in summer
the Californian hot weather. She had heard the car and recognized very well
the noisy caused by the boy as he climbed the stairs, two steps at time.
"Abuela!!!" The boy shouted with love as he hugged and kissed the
old lady, using the Spanish word instead of English grandmother or
granny. As many Californians, both spoke fluently Spanish and maintained
this language, especially when they were alone.
"How is my beautiful boy? If I were fifty years younger I would
marry you! The boy laughed loudly and hugged again his grandmother; they
sat down on the large couch. She introduced her long fingers thru the boy's
clean silky waved black hair and caressed it. "Please, close your beautiful
eyes so I can measure your eyelashes." The boy grinned and near blushed.
"Abuela, I'm a boy, not a girl..."
"Many girls would like to have your eyes and your white flawless
white skin. You must be careful and don't expose too much to the hot sun."
The boy interrupted her.
"You know very well that the sun does not affect my skin. After a
few days I get my tan and I can stay under the sun without any problem; on
contrary than my cousins and the twins; they must be very careful." The old
lady changed the subject.
"When will you start your holidays here? I want to see you
everyday, and not just a few days. I miss you, my handsome boy."
"We have come for a week for our birthday celebration. We will
return home and come back at the end of June when the school is over; then
we'll come definitely for two months." The boy pause as his grand mother
caressed his smooth face. "Grandma, when I return, I want to pay a visit to
the Indian reservation, I would like to see "Golden Hawk."
"I'll go with you. Your horse is ready, so if you like we can go
one of these days. He's very fond of you "Nightingale". They laughed. The
old shaman had Indian names for every member of the family. The old lady
was "White Cloud" and the twins "White and Black squirrel". In that moment
entered the twins, as usual quickly greeted and kissed their grandmother
and left afterwards; so their Indian names were much appropriated.
"We'll leave the visit when we come for the real holidays; now I
want to enjoy the farm and be together with Karl and the children. I like
the forests and the river; Karl and the twins, too. We'll swim and perhaps
we'll try to fish some trouts for you; I know you love them."
"How the school has been this year?" She knew very well the answer
because her sons kept her updated about the children's school developments,
but she enjoyed talking with the boy about this matter.
"Not bad. The school does not represent any problem for me." He
paused for a moment, and the old lady said:
"You are worried about something, don't you my boy? When that
lovely dimple that you have on your cheek shows, it means you are concerned
about something."
"Are you a shaman, too, grandma?" She grinned.
"Perhaps it is a reminder from the time of my friendship with the
great shaman."
"Yes Abuela, I'm worried about Karl's performance in the
school. Many times I had to help him, in spite he's intelligent, even some
times bright; but fails in many matters, especially the easy ones. I fears
that his mother believes I'm a bad influence for him, though he's one year
older than I am." The old lady rubbed gently her grandchild back.
"Don't even think about it. She's some stubborn but a good woman,
and would never think like that. Like any mother, she would like that her
handsome son was on the honour pad of the school..." Margarita looked at
the door and saw Manuel, her elderly foreman, standing on the door waiting
for her permission to enter.
"Seņora, the great Shaman is here and wants to talk to you." She
looked surprised since rarely the shaman came to visit her, except in very
special circumstances.
"Maybe he wants to talks to my son, as he normally does when he
need something for his people."
"No, Madame. He clearly has said to you, and if possible to the boy
Jeff, too. He knows he's here." A grimace crossed for her still beautiful
face, not understanding the problem.
"Ok, Manuel. Please accompany him to the library; I'll receive him
there." The man left as the lady stared at his grandchild. "I wonder what's
going on. Do you have anything to do with his grand child? She's a lovely
girl and I know she likes you." The boy blushed deeply.
"No grandma. I haven't seen her or her cousin since last
Christmas. We met in the forest's shed, near the lake; I remember it was a
cold afternoon and we had not matches. Her cousin, "White Wolf", made fire
rubbing two pieces of wood and we spend a lovely time talking about many
things, especially about cars. He is very fond of them and said he would
abandon the reserve as soon he is an adult."
They descended to the ground floor and into the large library. A couple of
minutes later the tall Indian entered as the boy ran to him and hugged
round his waist. The man caressed the boy black hair for a few seconds
expressionless. Margarita understood that Golden Hawk touching the boy's
head meant a lot of love.
"Please Golden Hawk, sit down. Though unusual, you are always
welcomed to this house; I suppose it is very important, otherwise you
wouldn't have come. When Manuel came, announcing your visit, Jeff and I
were planning to pay a visit to you." The lady rang a little silver bell
and a young brown skinned girl approached. "Please Maria, make good coffee,
as he likes, and bring it as soon as it ready, together with the special
brandy." The Indian grinned.
"Thanks Maggie. You still remember many things." The old woman
stared at him and the boy grinned. He thought that only God knew what the
adults were thinking in that moment about their mutual past... and present.
They kept silence for some minutes as if they were mentally exploring each
other mind. The girl returned carrying a silver tray with what she had been
ordered; she placed the service on a little table and left, closing the
heavy oak door behind. The boy stood and poured the coffee in the small
cups and some brandy in two crystal cups. Then put sugar in one and honey
in the other. The Indian stared at the handsome boy appreciating his high
education.
"Is it as you like, Golden Hawk?"
"Yes, thanks." I suppose you are impatient to know why I have
come."
"I must recognize that you are right, Golden Hawk; though it is has
been a long time since I learnt to be patient with the Indians. I know you,
and I'm sure you have not done this long way only to take a cup of coffee."
The Indian sipped the coffee and grinned.
"It would have been worthwhile watching you and you grandchild." He
paused as he took the cup of cognac and drank it in a gulp. He stared at
the woman and said: "Last week I was offering a little sacrifice to the
High Spirit near "Bullhead" place, thanking him for the excellent crop we
have had this year." He paused for some seconds as the woman and boy were
expectant. "He told me he had an important message for this family,
"Nightingale" must be present singing the old songs of my ancestors." The
lady interrupted the Indian.
"I did not know Jeff knew those songs of your tribe."
"You still ignore many things, Maggie." The boy blushed. "Yes, he
has learnt from my people and me some old songs in the tribe's language; he
can understand it but not to speak it fluently. I know he sang in the
school choir and had a beautiful educated voice that pleases the High
Spirit."
"When that meeting will take place? Because Jeff must return home
in ten days, before he starts his annual summer holidays."
"It will be in the same place at midnight, next Wednesday,
coinciding with the full moon."
"Ok. I'll tell his parents and I'll accompany him."
"I'm sorry Maggie. It is correct that his parents know where he
will be, but no adult will be present during my spiritual session, only
children and I. My grandson and granddaughter will stay with him; they are
good friends. You must remember that this reunion might be more important
for you than for me. My thirteen-years-old grandson will come round midday
to pick him up. I would thank you if you can provide them with good horses
and something to eat for their stay."
"I'll do, don't worry. I'll try to convince Jeff's mother; I'll
have not any problem with my son." The tall Indian stood; and after saying
goodbye he left. The boy stared at his grandmother.
"Please Abuela, convince my mom; I know there isn't any danger
spending the night with Golden Hawk and his grandchildren; they are my
friends." The boy stood, kissed his grandmother and left, leaving the woman
engrossed in her thoughts. Minutes later she met her sons Peter and Olaf;
they were talking about the economic situation. Olaf was saying:
"This situation can't last forever. Most of the share transactions
are purely speculative; people buy company shares to sell them a month
later at double value. Do you think that a company can change productivity
and value in so a short time? It is impossible!"
"I do agree with you, brother. But I bought some shares six months
ago and I have sold them fifty per cent more expensive; I know that many
people are doing the same. You know I'm a little bit conservative and..."
The two brothers stopped their conversation as saw their mother
approaching.
"Olaf my son, Golden Hawk has come to request Jeff's presence in a
ceremony with the High Spirit. I told him that I'd ask you about it. It
seems very important for him. His grandchildren will also be present. You
well know there is not any problem."
"Yes mother, I'll tell my wife. She doesn't understand much about
this, but Peter and I assisted a few times when we were children and always
it was great." The man stared at his brother with a sly smile. "Do you
remember, Peter?" The man flushed a little, and grinned.
"Yes, I do." He recalled those nights in a tent having sex with
other boys and girls, while the shaman was making his offers to his gods.
CHAPTER 2
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Jeff met his cousin and both ran to the stables to have a look to their
horses. A man was cleaning a third lovely one; it was a strong quiet mare
that behaved very well, especially with children. It was a white and black
animal, a very good representative of the wild horses that used to live in
the mountains. Karl asked the man:
"Is this mare for any girl, Julio? The man grinned.
"No. It is for Jeff's Indian friend and his cousin. I'm testing and
getting it ready for the next Wednesday. Those are the orders from your
grandmother."
"Thanks, it is a beautiful animal, isn't it Julio?" The man
grinned.
"Yes. There are many better than this one, however they are not
ready yet."
The two cousins walked up to the main building, and in their way the twin
joined them; one of them asked:
"Jeff, what are you going to do tomorrow morning?"
"We have not decided yet, thought it would be lovely to hike to the
river."
"That would be great. We can get naked as soon as we are in the
forests; the problem is if the girls want to accompany us." Olaf said.
"Why? Maybe they want to be naked, too."
"I don't think so; especially if Karl is with us. They may feel
embarrassed in front of their brother, or perhaps think he might grass
their mom." Jeff stopped and gave a soft push to Olaf on his back.
"Karl would never do a thing like this; he isn't a sneak. Maybe he
would correct them, but nothing else. Am I right Karl?" The boy grinned. He
knew very well that the girls would never stay in the nude in front of him;
even knowing he would never say anything to his mom.
"Yes. You are right. Mon doesn't like it; she is too
conservative. Besides it would be better to see your hard little weenies
dangling freely in the wild." Without any word, the twins started running
to where the girls were jumping on the rope, joining them in their
play. Jeff looked at his cousin with admiration. He was a really beautiful
boy with intense blue eyes and curly blond hair, on contrary than his
sisters and the twins that had lank hair and not so blond. However Jeff had
the sensation that his cousin had a problem, besides his studies; and he
did not dare to ask him. Dinner was ready when they arrived into the house;
his mom called them to sit round the table. After dinner they said
goodnight and went into their room. As Jeff closed the door and before his
cousin started undressing, he placed his arms round Karl's waist and bit
his earlobe. He noticed how Karl squirmed, especially when he felt his
cousin's dick on his backside.
"I'm very hot, Karl. Let's do something before we drift to sleep."
The blond boy turned around and glued his lips on his cousin-friend's
lips. For a minute they enjoyed their sexual contact until Karl broke the
kiss.
"We better lock the door. I'm hot, too; I have not even masturbated
waiting for this moment. Besides I have..." His cousin sealed his mouth
again and their tongues swirled inside their young mouths. In seconds they
were naked. Jeff pushed Karl on the bed and could noticed how his cousin's
five inches cock was spitting precum and was very hard to his
stomach. Jeff's dick was a little bit shorter, but thicker than his
cousin's and straight. They again kissed passionately, Jeff on top of his
cousin, grinding their crotches. It was not long as they felt his orgasms
approaching, and soon, near at the same time, they exploded in that
wonderful feeling. Jeff felt the warmness of his cousin's still small load
between their tummies. After a while, Jeff turned to his right side near
his cousin recovering; he started to caress the ringlets of the boy's hair
and his lovely cheeks.
"Karl, do you realise that you are a very handsome boy? It wasn't
strange that grandpa was mad about you since you were very little." The
blond boy's blue eyes blurred and Jeff thought this was due he missed the
late old man that had passed away near two years ago. Karl rubbed his
cousin's smooth cheeks with the back of his hand and sighed.
"I would never stop rubbing your beautiful face, Jeff. Besides
handsome, you are an exceptional boy, cousin, and I... I love you." They
rarely used that word in their relationship, and much less when they were
having sex. Ashamed, Karl turned on his tummy and started to cry bitterly;
the sound of the sobs was muffled by the pillow. Jeff did not know what
the origin of that sudden change was. Has he said anything inconvenient?
They had made out many times in the school and in their homes, and never
experienced this reaction. He had noticed some changes in his cousin's
behaviour lately, but he did not know why; he thought it was due to their
growing up alterations. He also liked having sex with his cousin, and that
was not normal; but he did not feel he was homosexual, though most of his
friends would not share his views if they knew it. In fact he had been
naïf about sex until Karl introduced him in the joy that they
shared. With all the love he could muster he caressed his cousin's hair,
and with soothing words he asked:
"Please Karl, am I offended you or do something that you don't
like?" The boy did not answer and continued weeping even harder. After some
minutes, more calmed, he raised himself and sat on the bed, then hugged
very tight his cousin and friend.
"How could you offend me, cousin? You are the best friend I ever
had. You are bright and handsome; everybody likes you, not only here, but
also in the school." He paused. "I wish you were like I am, but you are
not." Perplexed Jeff did not know what to say. He did not understand his
friend's words.
"Karl, please, tell me what shall I do? I want you to be happy as
we have been up to now." More calmed Karl said:
"You can do nothing, nobody can do anything to help me; only your
understanding comfort me, especially in these moments; and that is of a
great help."
"Sorry Karl, but still I don't understand." Naked as they were,
their dicks were flaccid; and suddenly Karl kissed his cousin's cheek
gently.
"Doesn't this tell you anything, Jeff?" The bright boy immediately
realised what his cousin was trying to say to him. Now he understood many
things and many acts, especially during the last months. His cousin was in
love with him! He loved him as he might love a girl! That was entirely new
for his young mind. He expected anything, except this. Certainly, his
cousin was a year older than he was and had matured more than a year ago,
while he still had not any hair on his crotch and was singing the school
choir, making solos with his pitchy beautiful voice. He caressed tenderly
his cousin's face; wiped his tears and kissed softly him on his red
lips. Karl now was aware that his cousin had understood all about him. He
was too bright to ignore it. Jeff near in a whisper said:
"I understand what you mean."
"I guess you know now how I feel, not only about you, but
especially about my parents."
"Karl, am I right if I say that you have discovered you are
homosexual?" The other boy nodded and started again to cry softly on his
cousin's shoulder, as he felt Jeff's hand rubbing his back. He felt
relieved now that his cousin knew his deepest secret and had not rejected
him; as probably most of the people in the ranch would do; including his
own mother and father. Jeff thought for a moment how his cousin felt, and
feared he would be discarded by many of those who now seemed his
friends. Then he added: "Karl, you are neither the first nor the last boy
to discover his homosexuality. It is not your fault to feel like that."
Karl separated from his cousin.
"I'm scared as hell thinking in the moment when my mother knows
it. Believe me; I have done nothing to feel this. After my 12th birthday
last year, I started scanning on the boys while we were naked in the
showers, you included, and then I had to go to our room to masturbate
before you could observe my erection."
"Most of us do that, too; I have done it many times, but just for
curiosity to compare my dick with others. Are... are you sure about your
feelings, Karl?" Just a couple of months ago, our physic teacher dared to
explain about these changes; he clearly said that in most of the cases were
part of the growing up and later the boy would return to like girls."
"Unfortunately I have not any doubt about it. I feel nothing about
girls; however I'm attracted to you as magnet to iron. Of course you are a
very handsome boy and I suppose that many girls and some boys, too, feel
the same as I do. I didn't tell you before because I feared you would
reject me when you knew it; now I feel more comfortable." Jeff caressed his
cousin's golden curly hair and felt sorry for him. He surely would go thru
difficult moments in the future; but he would never abandon him. He wanted
to reassure his love for his cousin, as if nothing had happened between
them.
"Karl, I wonder what others would do to this respect, but you can be
sure that I will always support you in any moment or circumstance. You are
my best friend besides my cousin, and I don't mind we have sex together,
because I am sure this will not change or harm any of us." Karl smiled and
comforted hugged his cousin tenderly.
"Thanks Jeff. Now I want to ask you for a great favour." The boy
blushed deeply; he didn't know how to ask his cousin." Jeff innocently
said:
"You can count on it, if I can do it, of course. We are best
friends, aren't we? And friends are to help each other."
"Are you sure, Jeff?"
"Yes, I am." Jeff said. Above all, he wanted his cousin to be
certain about his friendship and support.
"I... I... I want you to fuck me." Jeff opened wide his beautiful
black eyes and mouth in disbelief. He did not expect this. He had never
fucked a boy and much less a girl; though he had thought about it many
times, leading those thoughts to masturbate himself furiously. He kept
silence for near a minute; unexpectedly, he heard the voice of his cousin
as coming from another planet.
"Please forget it! Besides stupid I have betrayed your confidence;
and that's not fair. Sorry Jeff." But after some time Jeff realised he had
previously said: "yes" to his cousin. In addition it will be a good
experience. The problem will be if someone knows about it, he thought; he
surely would be labelled as homosexual, too. He watched his ashamed cousin
with his head bent, realising what he had asked. Jeff then raised Karl's
beautiful face and said:
"Karl, I suppose this will hurt. On the other hand, you must promise
no one will ever know it; because what we do normally is boy's stuff, and
nobody would give much importance, if known, but..."
"You know I would never tell anyone, but forget it. I am a stupid."
"No, you are not. You want it as much as I want to do it with a
girl; but it is difficult for me. I did not expect you asking me that;
nevertheless, why not? I don't think I would find a girl prettier and
smoother than you are. Let's try; I'm getting hard just thinking about it."
Karl grinned and sighed.
"Are you sure? I want it very much, and I could not ask anybody
else, I don't know other boys that feel like I do, though I suspect on some
of them in the school. A few times I caught their sight staring at me
during classes and in the showers."
"Yes; I guess you are not alone in this." The boys grinned as Jeff
asked: Well what shall we do?" Before he could add any word, Karl stood and
walked up to the bathroom. Jeff watched the beautiful figure in front of
him and thought what a beautiful girl his cousin would have been. He was
devoid of any hair on his adolescent body, except a few pubes at the base
of his hard cock. Jeff thought in those lovely paintings he had watched in
European museums last year; angels with golden ringlets on their
heads. Karl returned with a tube in his hands.
"I overheard a conversation of teenagers talking about men fucking;
they said have to use vaseline to lube their butts and cocks to facilitate
penetration and preventing harm." Karl then pushed Jeff on his back, and
before he could react, the blond boy took in his mouth the near five inches
dick. Jeff was enjoying his cousin ministrations and started moaning in
pleasure. When he thought was going to reach his climax Karl stopped
sucking his penis, Jeff sighed disappointed.
"Why have you stopped? I was near the nice feeling." Karl grinned
slyly. Then took the tube of vaseline and extracted a large glob, spreading
it on Jeff's hard cock. Took another one and introduced it into his butt
with his middle finger; he moaned at the touch. Then he laid his tummy on
the bed, but after a few seconds he changed his mind; he put himself in
four legs, but with his head on the pillow, so his rosebud was exposed to
the air for Jeff to fuck. Jeff was very excited before the perspective to
fuck someone for the first time, no matter whether he was his cousin; his
dick was spitting some precum with excitement.
"Come on, Jeff! Fuck me." Jeff placed his right hand on his cousin's
right hip, and with the left guided his hard tool to the virgin hole that
was quivering in anticipation; he was trembling with excitement, too.
"Are you sure Karl? I... don't have any experience on this and I may
hurt you" The boy objected.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you to stop if it hurts. You aren't so
thick. He could not end the sentence, because Jeff, in some way, was hurt
in his pride about the thickness of his dick. He pushed hard and the head
passed his cousin sphincter; Karl moaned in pain.
"Have I hurt you? Shall I retract?" He smiled cunningly.
"No. Stay where you are until I am used to your dick." Jeff wanted
to go ahead, he was feeling his orgasm building inside himself; without any
order from Karl he pushed hard again; this time half of his boy tool went
into his cousin's guts. Karl moaned again in pain mixed with pleasure. He
then asked: "How far have you gone?"
"Half of it is inside you. I must recognize it feels fantastic,
Karl. If I don't stop I think I'll get my orgasm." In spite of the pain he
had caused to his cousin, Jeff grinned satisfied.
"Ok. Now retrieved some, but don't go way, and then push again."
Jeff did not wait his cousin's order; he did what his friend had said, and
with another thrust his dick was entirely buried into that nice cave. He
was now very close to his orgasm and instinctively he did not wait his
cousin instructions; he retrieved and pushed hard again to the hilt. Karl
moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain but he did not stop his cousin; he was
now enjoying his fucking. A few more thrusts and Karl heard his cousin's
pitching voice in his uncontrolled pleasure. Jeff gave a final thrust as he
groaned and collapsed on top of his cousin. He had gripped his cousin's
cock in the last minute and now was feeling the warmness of his semen on
his hand. Karl could not resist anymore as he was hit by his strong orgasm;
his knees buckled and went flat on the bed, dragging his lover with him. He
felt his cousin's breathing on his back neck as he gently murmured: "Thanks
Jeff. I love you."
Jeff was dizzy in another world; he had near passed out. He had never felt
so a strong orgasm that has left him groggy. Both boys remained quiet for a
couple of minutes; then Jeff slid to his right side dragging his cousin
with him; still his dick logged into his butt and with their bodies
spooned; then they drifted to sleep. A few hours later, Jeff felt the need
to empty his bladder, so he disentangled from his cousin that was
peacefully sleeping and looked at him. "He really seems an angel, but he
isn't wrong: he is a beautiful queer." He thought. The sun was high on the
east when Jeff heard Karl.
"C'mon cousin, get up if we want to hike to the river with the
twins." Jeff rubbed his eyes and stared to his cousin. He received the
warmest smile he ever had from his friend. Karl then added: "Thank you
cousin, you are great! In spite of the disturbances, it was as I expected
it. Thanks again."
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I must admit that I did, too; it has been
a good experience." Before Karl could say anything he rushed to the
bathroom, had a pee and a quick shower. They dressed and went downstairs to
have a huge breakfast. The cook woman watched the boys eating and
commented:
"It seems you have been riding the whole night." The boys started
laughing uncontrollably, because the woman, without knowing, had put her
finger on the spot. In that moment the twins entered and joined the older
boys in their laugh without knowing why. The woman murmured: "Boys!"
They disregarded the horses and went to hike to the river; it was a fair
distance walking thru the forests; however, after the time that the
brothers had spent in the school, and later on the capitol city, it was a
pleasure to walk and spend their young energies in the open air. The twins
had asked the girls to join them in the hike, but the clever children
wanted to be naked, too; though they did not tell it to their cousins. With
their elder brother's presence they did not feel comfortable; they knew her
brother would not say anything to their parents, but even so, they did not
want he had to lie in case he was questioned about it by their mother. As
soon as they were into the forest, the twins discarded their clothes and
placed them into their backpacks. Some minutes later Jeff and Karl did the
same. The action during the last night came into their minds and their
dicks went hard. The twins, watching the elder boys' hard cocks also got
erected and all started laughing. Peter then asked:
"Hey Karl, do you squirt the white stuff? We know Jeff still is as
dry as we are." The boy grinned about his cousins' curiosity.
"How do you know he is dry?" Both little evils started to laugh
loudly as Jeff grinned. He knew the answer beforehand; he remembered the
good times the four spent together, especially on some weekend nights that
their parents left them on their own.
"He's a good brother and always teaches us all what he learns and
enjoys." Karl thought about the previous night action as something crept
thru his spine. Would Jeff tell his brothers about it? No; he was a special
boy and would never do this.
"For instance, give me some example."
"We know how to suck each other's weenie at the same time using the
sixty-nine method. It is wonderful and much better than to do it alone."
Karl grinned, thinking in that pair being alone during the winter long
nights." Then Jeff said:
"Have you experienced the ring suck? That's wonderful; however you
need a minimum of four boys, otherwise it has not fun." With the
conversation the younger boys were horny a rubbing their hard dicks. Then
Peter asked to his elder brother:
"Jeff, we are now four; can we try it this afternoon?" Jeff
chuckled. He was open to any experience that could teach his little
brothers without harming them; the same as Karl had taught him.
"Why not? However, you little rascals must promise not to tell
anyone, including the girls. You must never forget that you can always
speak about the sin, but never about the sinner." The little imps laughed
loudly again.
"That's fine with us." With the conversation they did not notice
they were in the lovely river. There was a waterfall that cascaded into a
large deep pond where they watched many silver trouts going in all
directions when the boys jumped into the crystal water. It needs not to say
that their dicks' hardness disappeared in seconds as they started to play
into the cold water. The twins climbed onto the older boys' shoulders and
jumped into the water. As children that they were, the boys enjoyed with
that play and some others, until they were spent and was time for
lunch. They spread their towels on the grassy bank and ate the sandwiches
that had brought with them. A nice belch came out from Olaf's mouth and all
started to laugh. The shadow and the warm weather invited to snap, but not
for a long time.
CHAPTER 3
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Olaf woke up the first, and watching his twin brother dick hard, apparently
asleep, he approached and took the hard tool into his mouth. That was, as
they say, "a law between them". Of course, Peter was not asleep, but he was
waiting his brother to take the initiative; immediately he dragged his
brother into a 69 position sucking each other cock. Hearing the twins'
moans, Karl and Jeff woke up near at the same times. Then he shouted:
"That's not fair. We agreed to make a sucking ring!" However the
twins were excited and close to their dry orgasm; so they did not care
about what his cousin was telling them. They continued during a couple of
minutes until their bodies got as stiff as boards. They yelled in pleasure
when their orgasms hit them. Karl stared at Jeff's hard penis; the boy was
laughing at the view of his younger brothers, now breathing hard and
recovering from his pleasure. Karl did not doubt for a second, pushed his
cousin on his back and eagerly took the long stick into his mouth, starting
to suck it as a vacuum; he did not mind that his cousin did not reciprocate
him. Soon Jeff was in the heaven as Karl started masturbating
himself. After some minutes Jeff's body tensed and raised his hips trying
to expel what still he had not. On contrary, Karl spurted his white load in
front of the twins that were watching amazed; amused they touched the clear
semen and tasted it. Both got a strange grimace on their lovely faces.
"I don't like the flavour." Olaf said, spitting it out.
"Me, too." Peter echoed.
They recovered from the sex enjoyment and the four jumped into the
water. Karl observed his cousin Jeff's dick dangling as he ran to the
water. He sighed and admired the beauty in front of him; he thought it
would have been great that his cousin were homo as he was. The boys spent
the rest of the day playing in the forests. Soon, the stark naked group
started walking back home. Nevertheless, they ignored that two
twelve-years-old Indians, one girl and one boy, had been watching their
activities. They were cousins Joe and Linda, "Golden Hawk's" grand
children.
The family had planned to celebrate the boys' birthday on next Friday. Jeff
had to spend the night with "Golden Hawk's" and his grand children on
Wednesday, coinciding with the full moon night. On Tuesday, the six
children decided to go to the Indian reservation to deliver the horse that
his grandmother had promised for Joe and Linda; they would spend the whole
day there. Jeff wanted to give a surprise to Golden Hawk's children, since
he liked Joe very much. They prepared everything, even a couple of riffles
that were logged in the older boys' saddles, just in case any animal
attacked them. When they entered into the reservation a crowd of boys and
girls of all ages surrounded them. Joe heard the noisy crowd and went to
receive his friend; Jeff jumped from his horse and they hugged as the
Indian boy whispered into his ear:
"Do you have your nice dick ready? We'll talk later." Jeff flushed
and thought it was now a long time since they showed each other their cocks
and played with them, though they talked about girls whenever they met
alone, mostly in the reservation. He appreciated Joe and liked his company
in spite Karl felt some reservation for this friendship. So he grinned as
he handed the horse to his friend.
"Here you are your horse. I hope you like it."
"I'll return it as soon as we have the night with my grandfather."
Jeff looked at the handsome Indian, he was even taller than he was; he had
strong muscles and a flat stomach, prove of his living in the open air.
"You don't need to return anything "Light Hawk". I would have liked
to be at your Initiation ceremony, but we still were in the school near an
important examination; please accept the horse as my present for that
special moment. I hope you will come to our birthday party next Friday; my
Abuela would be very happy receiving you and your cousin Linda."
"We'll talk later. Let me try the horse." The boy jumped on top of
the nice animal and in seconds he disappeared thru the woods. The girls and
the twin admired the boy's ability riding the mare. Suddenly Jeff felt
strong arms round him; he turned around and could watch "Golden Hawk's"
near him.
"Tell your grandma that we accept her present, "Light Hawk" and
"White Feather" are very happy and that's even better than if I have
received it myself. When you grow and have children and grandsons, you will
appreciate this action."
"Still it is a long time..."
"Not so long, "Nightingale". Joe came back and dismounted the mare
before the horse stopped; his nice black eyes expressed what he could not
do with words. A lot of children went with the group to a nearby river;
they enjoyed the wildness and freedom of the place, swimming entirely
naked. While most of them were in the water, Joe and Jeff went thru the
pine forest, stopping in a clear overseeing the lovely river. Then Jeff
said:
"You told me you had seen my cock..." The Indian boy grinned
showing his white teeth.
"It was not only I, but my cousin Linda, too. She couldn't take her
lovely eyes from your butt; she is very hot and has nice tits. Don't you
like them?" Jeff ruffled his friend silky black hair.
"Of course, I like them! I have never touched any; it must be
exciting." He grinned. "You are getting my dick hard with the
conversation." Joe chuckled.
"Let's get rid of your hard-on. I like sucking boy dicks as much as
I like fucking girls." In the silence of the forest, Joe went into a 69
position and without hesitance he took his friend's cock into his
mouth. Jeff watched in front of him that brown penis and thought nothing,
but to reciprocate his friend. Joe proved to be like a professional; that
was not the first time he had sucked another boy's dick. Soon their bodies
tensed and about a minute later they groaned like wounded wolves as they
reached their orgasms. None of them had spurted anything; then Joe said:
"You are as drier as I am."
"Yes. I think I must wait a few moths to reach puberty; however you
have a few pubes coming in; it won't be strange that you start spurting the
white stuff one of these nights. Nevertheless it has been wonderful,
Joe. Now I feel better and comfortable."
"To be dried is good, if you want to fuck a girl. They do not want
to fuck with older boys fearing about having a baby. So this is an
advantage." They laughed loudly; then Joe ran to the river stark naked,
followed by Jeff jumping into the clear water. After some minutes swimming,
they lay on their stomachs on the white sand to dry, their faces separated
only a few inches. The water was very cold and their young bodies needed to
recover their warmness.
"Joe, I would like you come to my party; there will be many boys
and girls of all kind, so you may get some to enjoy with."
"I'm sorry Jeff, I can't go. Not all persons think and behave like
you do, in respect to the Indians, even your cousin Karl. They think that
we aren't Americans, though we have lived here long before they arrived."
Jeff observed the resentment in his friend's words as he continued. "To be
honest, I think we haven't any future if we do not do what the Whites are
doing; we love our way of life and be free in our forests... but we can't
have everything, can we?" Then the Indian boy stood and extracted something
from his clothes that were piled up near the boys, as Jeff said:
"No, I suppose. But we are best friends, Joe, and I can help you a
lot, if you allow me, in order you could build up a future according to
your own thoughts." The brown boy stared at his real friend tenderly.
"Yes, I know it. But I can't accept any help from a White,
unless..." Jeff knew very well the pride of his friend's tribe and their
old traditions. Before his friend could react, he added:
"Unless we are brothers; am I right?" Joe looked astonished about
Jeff's knowledge about his people.
"Yes, you are right. We couldn't reject any help offered by a
brother." Jeff's eyes illuminated his beautiful face as he said:
"Please, Joe; extract your knife and let's be 'blood brothers' I
eagerly want this since a long time, but I know you could not do it until
you were initiated. Let's do it right now." Joe would have liked to hug his
friend, but that love manifestation meant in his tribe weakness. Then
Indian boy said:
"Are you sure, Jeff?" Jeff affirmed with his head. "Then let's
answer our little brothers whether they accept their brotherhood." Their
dicks were hard and spitting precum. The boys stood facing each other,
their left hand lying on the other boy's right shoulder. They dragged the
dicks foreskins back spreading the precum with the tip of their
forefingers. With their right hand they rubbed their wet glands together as
if their dicks were kissing. An electric jolt went thru their penises and
both gasped with pleasure. However, once they had started, the pleasure
overtook them and could not stop rubbing their boyhoods; after some minutes
their breathing increased as a lovely sensation started in their groins up
to the rock hard cockheads. Their bodies tensed, and in seconds a spasm
shook their young bodies as they reached the point of not return. The boys
felt how their knees buckled; they fell on the sandy soft floor with the
heads touching and near embraced. Jeff leaned his face on the brown boy's
shoulder as Joe did the same on Jeff's. They remained like this for near a
minute until they recovered their normal breathing. They separated, stared
at each other and started to laugh uncontrollably. After a few minutes
laughing, Joe said: "I think there isn't any doubt they agreed." Again both
boys laughed happily. "Shall we go ahead?" Joe asked.
"Yes, if you don't mind, of course." Jeff confirmed. The Indian boy
openly grinned and sighed. He retrieved his sharp knife from its sheaf and
got ready. He stood and went to a nearby bush and peeled some bark and made
two pieces.
"Do you have a clean hanky? Jeff grinned and extracted a white
clean handkerchief from his trousers' pocket, embroidered with the letters
"J.L. Without caring, the Indian boy made two halves from it and asked:
"Are you ready, Jeff?"
"Yes, I am." They were now sat in Indian style with their legs
crossed and naked.
"Please, place your hand palm up near mine." Jeff obeyed as Joe
made two tiny incisions with his sharp knife one on each hand, right at the
start of their thumb. Jeff knew the ceremony because Joe had explained him
a few times. As soon as the blood started flowing, he took Joe's hand and
sucked the tiny wound as the Indian boy did the same with his. Immediately
they shook hands so the wounds were sealed together. Then the boys at
unison said:
"By this blood in my tongue and in my hand, we become brothers for
the rest of our lives. Nobody will be able to destroy this bond until the
Great Spirit takes our dead bodies to burn on the sacred pyre."
Then Joe placed the bark of the bush on each little cut and wrapped each
other hand. They stood, hugged and kissed on the lips as brothers that they
were. Joe then smiled satisfied. Jeff looked into his brother black eyes
and rubbed his smooth face with the back of his free hand.
"I like and love you, brother. I'll never betray you. I'll tell to
my grand mother about our brotherhood; I'm sure she will be very happy to
know it."
"I love and like you, too, my brother. I don't need to express what
I feel in this moment because you know our traditions." Then he extracted
from his clothes a beautiful polished little piece of rock, apparently
quartz, and said: "This is our present for your birthday. It is sacred
quartz extracted from the "Bullhead" rock. If any one in my tribe knew this
fact, I would be dejected from my people for the rest of my life as a
traitor to the High Spirit. At the moment I was extracting it, a strange
fog appeared and I felt a strong need to enter into it. I recalled what
"Black Harrow" and "Green Harrow" did many years ago; I bent my head and
asked for forgiveness. Probably the High Spirit knew I was doing this for
my brother and inspired by him; then the attraction stopped. I know He will
not take it into account.
"It was amazing. Some time you will tell the legend to me. Thanks
brother. My Abuela will make a little hole in order I can put a fine golden
chain; then I'll hang it on my neck as long as I live." After a few
minutes, they put off the piece of the handkerchief and the bark; the
wounds were practically healed. They dressed and returned to where many
boys and girls from the tribe, and the rest of the group were having a
grand time; all were naked and playing in the lovely river. Jeff and Joe
grinned, got in the nude and jumped into water. More than anyone else, Karl
was enjoying watching so many naked boys round him, some of them
adolescents like him. After lunch and a short nap in the freshness under
the trees, they said goodbye and started to return to their home. However,
before Jeff mounted his horse, Joe whispered into his ears.
"Brother, I'll wait for you at the crossroad. I have a good
surprise for the night." The Indian boy grinned and jumped on his horse. He
accompanied them for a couple of miles and then returned to the tribe
reservation.
Jeff, his brothers, Karl and his sisters admitted they had never spent so a
good time before; promising they will never mention to anyone that they had
been naked during the time spent in the river, and especially to their
mothers. One of the girls said:
"I felt very comfortable being naked; even some times I forgot I
was in the nude. I never thought the Indians were so kind and good."
"Yes, you are right." Peter said. "It was great to watch your and
the others girls little tits."
"The same, we could see so many boy's penises of all kinds and
sizes." Jenifer asserted with a sigh. It was near the sunset when the group
arrived to the farmhouse. They split out after leaving the horses in the
stable and feeding them. All of them were very happy and promised to repeat
the trip. Olaf then said:
"Peter and I have known two beautiful twin girls; though they have
their official name for the school, we always called them by their tribe
names, as they did to us."
"What are they?" Julia asked.
"Their names are White and Black Gazelles". We couldn't distinguish
them, except for a mole that "Black Gazelle" has in her chin." After all
had a good shower, Jeff went to see his Abuela; he told her all about his
brotherhood with Joe. She hugged gently her grandchild and said:
"I did the same with Golden Hawk's sister. She died many years ago
when she was having her first child. I have never felt as bad as when she
passed away; my heart deeply bled. When I returned from the burial ceremony
I had to keep in bed for a few days; I was very affected.
"I understand you, Abuela; because I think I would feel the same."
The boy paused and then changed the subject. "Grandma, I must release you a
secret, I think you should know it now; because sooner or later you will
know it."
"If you were told not to release it you should keep it unknown and
only for yourself, otherwise it wouldn't be a secret."
"Well... it is not really a secret and no one has told me to keep
it as such; however, the nature... It is about Karl... He... he told me he
doesn't like girls, but boys; even..." The old woman interrupted the boy.
"It is not a secret for me, my child. I guessed it last year during
your birthday celebration. While you were kissing your friend girls, he
went apart and I observed he was very upset. I asked him why he was so
pissed, but he answered he wasn't. In fact he was jealous of the
girls. Since then, I have watched him carefully, and told to his
parents. Your uncle Peter seemed to know and understand his son, but his
mother rejected it bluntly; she said those were gossips from me."
"I would have liked she had observed her son while we were in the
tribe; even Joe noticed it."
"I suppose she'll have a hard time very soon, if she persists on
her ideas. It is hard for a mother to find out that her only son is a
queer, but it is not her son's fault; Karl was borne being homosexual and
that's not a crime."
"That's more or less what I said to him when he told me, but he
fears his mother more than anything else." The old lady changed the
subject.
"At what time will you go to meet "Golden Hawk?"
"I'll leave tomorrow after lunch. Joe and I agreed to meet at the
crossroad round 4:00 pm." In that moment Jeff touched his pocket and felt
the little stone that Joe had given him as a present for his
birthday. Touching it he felt as if something prickled his finger, he
gasped in pain.
"What's the matter with you, my son?" He did not want to say
anything about the puncture because he knew his grandma would laugh at him.
"It is nothing important, grandma." He then extracted the quartz
little rock that seemed a tiny pears, and showed to the old woman. "It is
the present from Joe to remind us our brotherhood, and for my birthday;
probably I have punctured my finger with the sharp edge." The old woman
examined it as the boy continued. "I had the intention to give it to you in
order some skilled person could make a little drill to put a chain and hang
it from my neck." The woman grinned.
"I have the right person to do the job: my jeweller. It would be a
pity to make a drill and spoil this lovely stone; probably Joe had put his
heart on it, but he has not the necessary tools to do a good job. Tomorrow
I'll send it to this man, so you can have it for your birthday.
"Thanks grandma for your help." The boy kissed her and left.
CHAPTER 4
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That night when the boys were in bed, the older boy suggested:
"Jeff, do you want to have some sex? Only remembering the time we
spent naked in the river makes me feel very hot and my cock is hard."
"Sorry Karl; but I have many things in my mind and I'm not in the
mood."
"Don't worry; I'll have a release in the bathroom, though it is not
the same butt..."
"You don't need to go to the bathroom, you can do it here; even you
can touch me if you like." Karl grinned sadly; he knew his cousin would do
anything to please him, but his mind was somewhere, except in their
room. He started rubbing his hard dick up and down and soon he had to use a
hanky to clean himself as he spurted his load. By then, Jeff was hard
asleep. The following morning Jeff got up early, and after breakfast he
started sorting out the things he would need to spend the night in the
mountains. He cleaned his horse and fed it, though Manuel had said he would
take care of that part. After lunch, he loaded everything in the
saddlebags; then kissed his parents ad his grandmother and left. From a
window in the second floor, Karl watched his adored cousin how he rode his
horse and disappeared in the forest; he wished he had the strength to
participate in that ceremony. However, would the Indians accept him? He
thought not; Jeff had something special, though he could not disclose, but
felt it.
Jeff did not force his horse; he allowed the animal to go on his own
pace. Some time later the horse neighed as it recognized the mare's
scent. There he met Joe and his girl cousin; as the horses trotted happily,
the three continued chatting about everything that interested to Jeff. From
time to time the boy peeked at the girl who was riding on the horse behind
Joe; a few times he caught her staring at his naked legs and smiled. She
was not a real beauty but a plain adolescent girl, she had wonderful tanned
legs and a marvellous bosom tenting her soft leather shirt; she had just
turned 14 the previous week, though Jeff did not know it. Then Jeff asked
to the couple:
"How the ceremony will develop? I mean, what you and I must do?" Joe
answered his question since he had assisted his grandfather a few times.
"Well...he needs us to call the High Spirit by singing the songs you
have learned from us; the Spirit likes child clean voices; I'll accompany
you with my flute. Once the full moon covers us, we'll start playing until
we observe he has connected with the Spirit; then we'll leave him alone in
his mind talks and we'll return to the tent to... sleep." The Indian boy
grinned slyly.
"How shall we notice he's with the Spirit and for how long?"
"He'll go into trance for four or five hours. Now is near summer and
the temperature is fine during the night, but we have to start a fire and
feed it a few times before we drift off to sleep, in order to keep him
warm. Within the tent, we don't need anything, except our covers." They
crossed the road and started climbing the soft mountains; it was not a
difficult way but that slowed the pace. After a couple of hours of riding
they reached a rocky plateau where a tent had already being mounted. The
sun had disappeared behind the west peaks and an agreeable breeze started
to blow from the north. "Golden Hawk" had brought some dry wood and piled
up on the corner of the plateau. The man greeted the children.
"Thanks Jeff for coming; the High Spirit will be very glad with your
presence."
"I could not leave alone my brother; he's sometimes scared of the
night." The boy joked as the man grinned. They entered into the big tent
where a large buffalo soft fur had been spread, covering entirely the
floor; then they placed everything on one corner. They unsaddled the horses
and left them on a nearby meadow crossed by a fresh brook, guarded by the
shaman's dog. The full moon had risen on the east a couple of hours before;
now it was near midnight. It was warm, but the boys and girl collected some
more dry wood, dragging a heavy old dry trunk that they placed in front of
the shaman's seat. They also started a small fire in front of the tent;
then they proceeded to have dinner. Jeff had brought a miner lamp; he
lighted it hanged in the centre of the tent. When they finished dinner it
was midnight night, though it seemed day; they could spot many stars that
they named. Now the forest looked as if it had been painted with milk, due
to the moonlight. Then "Golden Hawk" said:
"It is time to start. Jeff, you will sit in front of me on the other
side of the fire; "White Feather" on your right, and "Light Hawk" on your
left." Then Jeff asked:
"May I use different music that "Light Hawk" knows, though keeping
the words from your ancestors?"
"Yes, you can; whenever it is a good one and pleasant for the
Spirit." They grinned. Then the shaman started the fire helped by Joe and
all sat as the man had instructed. He bent his head and commenced a
pray. Joe then touched Jeff's shoulder: he should start now singing. Using
Schubert and Mozart music he went ahead singing; Joe immediately got the
tune and accompanied him with the flute. The sweet and educated voice
spread over the silent place as if angels had come to the hearth. The old
man sighed hearing their words within that music. Yes, the Great Spirit
was right. After some minutes, suddenly, a transparent blue tiny tornado
involved the flames and quickly finished. Jeff near stopped singing but it
was the music of the last part of the "Ave Maria" from Schubert and he
ended it. He felt his friend's touching on his shoulder, and then pointing
out to the old shaman, he said:
"He's now talking to Great Spirit, and will continue for a few
hours. We have nothing to do here, except to keep him warm. We must leave
him alone." The boy put more dried wood on the flames, though the big trunk
had started burning, and then covered the old man shoulders with a soft
blanket. He was sat on the land Indian style with his arms crossed on his
chest. He was in trance and breathing slowly. The boys and girls started
walking to the nearby tent, and then Linda said:
"I didn't know such a beautiful music ever existed; mixed with our
wording it has been a beautiful pray; I'll never forget it." They stopped
for a moment and Joe hugged his blood brother tenderly.
"Thanks brother for your songs. The High Spirit never came as
quickly as today; he must have liked yours singing as I did the music."
Jeff knew that was very exceptional; rarely the Indians hugged anyone,
though Joe, as many others, was influenced by the whites' culture. They
entered in the tent and Joe closed the flap. Before he could realise, he
watched how the girl took off her shirt and slid her dress over her head;
she was stark naked and with nothing underneath. Joe followed her as he
said: "What are you waiting for? My grandfather wouldn't be the whole night
in trance." Bewildered, he doubted but the girl unbuckled his belt and
dragged down his trouser and underwear.
He quivered when the girl pulled him on top of her; she extended her arms
and wrapped them round the boy's back. Jeff's dick had never been so
hard. He felt the young girl's hands kneading his butt cheeks, as her hard
teenager breasts against his chest. He instinctively reacted and placed his
mouth on the hard tits, sucking her nipples one after the other, this
action got the girl very hot. Suddenly, she took the boy's penis and
introduced it into her slippery wet vagina; this was not the first time she
was fucking with a boy. The sensation that Jeff felt was beyond
description, as his breathing and body were not in this world.
"Jeff, please fuck me hard; I want your whole body into me!" The
girl said. He had his eyes closed in ecstasy; when he opened them could
watch that the girl had in his mouth Joe's hard tool. Uncontrolled, Jeff
started fucking the girl; he was wiggling as his body trembled and
breathing hard; the girl groaned in pleasure. After a few minutes, Jeff
pushed hard down trying to enter into the girl's body the maximum of his
cock. His body tensed, stopped breathing and yelled as he felt the best
orgasm of his short life. Seconds later, Linda and Joe followed, as the
three formed a heap of panting boys and girl on the tent's floor. They were
recovering from their enjoyable exercise, as they looked at each other and
started laughing.
"Your yell was great, my brother; better than any I have ever heard
before." Joe said.
"Not to mention yours, Joe." The girl said. "It was wonderful; it
is a pity that you both did not expel anything." Then the girl started
rubbing the boys' dicks, one in each hand that immediately recovered the
life. They were very young and did not need to refill the prostrate. Joe
then said:
"Yes, it has been wonderful; however now comes the main course."
Jeff opened wide his lovely eyes as Linda grinned. Joe then continued:
"Brother, do you know what the whites call "frenching", or as we say,
tongue mixing? It is superb, the best of fucking. Don't you agree, Linda?"
"Yes, I do. Let's teach our lovely friend." As their dicks were
hard again, Linda pushed down both boys and they laid their back on the
soft fur. Joe was grinning and Jeff expectant about what was coming. Linda
then gave a few sucks to Jeff's cock and then she impaled herself on his
dick. Jeff was in the heaven as he attracted the girl to him while his hand
rubbed her back. He badly wanted to suck her nipples, but the girl instead
of offering her breasts she kissed the boy's pink lips, trying to introduce
her tongue in Jeff's mouth, however, he resisted. He recalled Joe's words
about tongue mixing and opened his teeth to the intruder; instinctively he
felt the need to explore her mouth. Tongues and saliva mixed; his dick had
never been so hard; the girl started to grind her body against the boy's
dick. That could not last very long because he was feeling his orgasm
coming up from his loins. He opened the eyes and could watch how Joe was
rubbing his cock against the girl's butt cheeks. The three near at the same
time yelled in the ecstasy of their orgasms; Jeff pushed up his hips as the
girl did down in the last thrust. She broke the kiss and fell on the boy's
left shoulder, breathing hard as her tits lay on the boy's chest. Jeff
caressed her clean black hair that smelled as wild thyme while he also was
recovering. Joe tenderly caressed his new brother hair that was wet with
sweat. Jeff then rubbed Joe's smooth face and said:
"Thanks brother for these unforgettable moments." Linda had slid to
her right side, her mouth was near Jeff's ear and she whispered.
"We'll be ready to please each other anytime until you start
spurting your seeds." As he was to argue about her virginity, she
continued: "On contrary than with the whites, my future husband will be
more than happy knowing that my seal is already removed and I'm open for
him to enjoy right from the beginning.
"I know it is stupid to give such importance to the virginity of a
girl. You are even more practical and right. Then Joe said:
"I'll go to see our grandfather and feed the fire. We don't want
him to catch a cold."
"We'll go to the brook to clean ourselves. The night is so
beautiful and warm...!" She gave her hand to Jeff and they walked down to
the meadow where the horses and dog were. The animals, especially the dog,
greeted them moving its tail. After washing and refreshing, Jeff stared at
the naked girl; she seemed a goddess covered with the moonlight. She was
also staring at him, and said.
"You are as a beautiful Apollo that has descended from the Olympus'
Mountain." Those words made him to get hard again and from behind he tried
to enter her. She felt his hard cock between her legs and quickly spun,
sealing her lips on the boy's; this time he was waiting for her tongue that
immediately swirled inside the boy's mouth. Jeff felt how Linda guided his
dick into her vagina and started moving her hips. Jeff knew he had to make
a great effort when his orgasm hit him being standing; he retreated a
little and sat on an old trunk. He was right; because some minutes later,
when he was sucking the girl's nipples, that wonderful feeling hit him as
his knees buckled; thanks to the trunk he did not fall on the grassed
floor. They disentangled and Linda laughed guessing what her lover had
done.
"You are wonderful, Linda; this has been one of the best fuck. I'm
exhausted." She again laughed happily as he continued." Thank you for
teaching me a lot about sex; besides a good lover you are a great person
that I'll never forget. You must be careful when you or whoever decides to
get you married; you deserve a good man."
"Thanks Jeff. I don't think I'll ever get married, unless the
chosen man pleases me. Currently Joe fulfils all my expectations; I like
him and he likes me. I am determined to go to high school and continue
studying until I get my goal of being a young children teacher. I like and
love children, even if they aren't mine." Jeff caressed her hair as they
walked up to the tent stark naked.
"If you allow me, I'll try that my grandmother sponsors you. I know
you don't accept it, but you are different." The girl said nothing and
Jeff understood it as her acceptance. As they were near the tent, saw Joe
coming from the plateau.
"How is grandpa?" Jeff asked.
"He still is in trance, but he is not cold. Let's go into the
tent." They entered and left the flap open. Jeff then said:
"Joe, we are completed with sex by now. If you don't mind, I want
you to tell me about the legend carved on the base of the Bullhead rock; I
eagerly want to learn about it."
"Yes, you are right. Tomorrow will be another day. By the way,
didn't I tell you that your cousin Karl is a queer?" This did not surprise
Jeff, as his blood-brother continued. "I am very fond of fucking boys, too;
especially when they clearly request me. Linda and I discovered a shed not
far from the crossroad, we use it sometimes when we want no one disturbs
us; therefore I'm ready to have a good time with him. We could meet the
four of us: you and Linda, and Karl and I; of course if Linda accepts it."
The girl grinned remembering what they have done near the brook.
"Yes, I like the plan whenever I have completed my chores. For
instance, the day after tomorrow round 6:00 pm; this would be an excellent
time." Jeff grinned.
"I'll tell him. Currently a few persons know he is homosexual, but
I guess sooner or later everybody will know it, unless we don't say
anything." Linda then pointed out.
"Jeff, I knew it too, and probably most of the persons in the
tribe, too." They sat into the tent with their legs crossed and Joe started
telling the legend.
"Jeff, this is not a story or a tale; it is genuine and purely
History; it is partially carved on the base of "Bullhead" Rock." Joe said
seriously and with respect. He then started: "Hundreds of years before the
Spaniards came to this land, that everybody erroneously started calling
America, our tribe was one of the greatest in the prairies and mountains of
this state. We fought against near all the other tribes and they feared and
respected us, especially during the long time that we were lead by "Great
Bear". Jeff raised his hand and asked:
"How do you know that? You have nothing written, except some runes
and carved figures, as those shown on the "Bullhead Rock". Romans, Greeks,
Jews had books, but..." Joe raised his hand.
"Yes, you are right. The answer is the tradition transmitted thru
generations, like most of Christian religions. The first author, who wrote
about Jesus, did it eighty years later, in those times four
generations. Though, there was nothing carved and most of the writings said
different one from another, the tradition never stopped.
"Yes, I suppose you are right. Please continue."
"As you have seen, over the runes, there are three harrows carved;
two show the same direction and one on contrary; those were the sons of
"GB", twins and a younger one. Since they were little children, the twins
fought near everyday each other, even some times for stupid things; that
made their father very happy because he believed it made his children
stronger and wiser. When they were about 19 y/o and the younger 13 y/o
"Great Bear" died fighting. Nobody knew who should be the chief from that
moment on; both had supporters in the tribe and many feared them, because
they were brave men but cruel. Finally the tribe split into two smaller
tribes, some followed "Black Harrow" and most to "Grey Harrow. Their
younger brother had no supporter at all, because he was too young, though
very smart. Twenty years elapsed and that division proved to be a
disaster. The brothers hated each other and many times they dragged their
supporters to fight brother against brother, causing too much harm and
weakness to the once-time powerful tribe. Many old warriors advised the
twins about this fact, but they were blind of hate to admit it." Joe paused
recalling the legend's details. Jeff wanted to ask something but kept a
respectful silence. Joe then continued.
"One day, a shaman appeared where the runes are carved, just minutes before
the tribes were to initiate a bloody fight instigated by both brothers. The
Great Shaman had appeared when a foggy patch that covered the Bullhead Rock
evaporated. He had long beard, and his white hair cascaded on his
shoulders, reaching near his waist; he seemed very old. He easily jumped on
top of the rock, and raising his arms he imposed a dead silence to all the
warriors; one of them disobeying his command, launched his spear against
the man, this bounced against some invisible protection, and as it was
repelled the weapon went back to the warrior and stick on his chest,
killing him instantly. He then said:
"I shall kill you all together if some one else try again to harm
my body. I wonder why the High Spirit is interested on you, since you do
not deserve even being watched." He paused, and then resumed his speech.
"Tomorrow about this time, I want all members of the old tribe here,
including women and children; no matter whom they support. If anyone is
sick or disable, you must help him or her to come; if necessary, I shall
cure them. That is all. Now peacefully, as brothers that you are, leave or
stay, that is up to you." He descended from the rock and before any warrior
could realise he disappeared from their view. Needless to say they started
speculating about who was that powerful shaman that had killed one of the
best warriors without any effort. Some even spoke to leave and not return,
but immediately he was accused of cowardice." Jeff had been caught by the
story and was impatient to hear the outcome of the legend.
"The next day at the same time, a crowd or persons of all ages and
conditions covered the meadows near Bullhead Rock. As the day before, he
came out from a little white patch of fog and then, without moving his
lips, he spoke to everyone in his mind:
"Now, before I start, place all sick persons together." In a flat
part near the brook all gathered; fortunately there was not many, but some
of them were crippled due to accidents or fight; also two little boys that
apparently suffered of what we call today polio. One by one, he extended
his white old hands over and cured them as if they had never been sick
before. That raised a great respect for the white man, and even some tried
to kiss his gown, but he did not allow almost being touched, except by the
little and innocent children. After that, he stared to the crowd and said:
"You used to be a great brave tribe that never killed anyone,
except in self-defence, nevertheless you were respected and feared;
however, since Black and Grey Arrows command you, the abhorrence has been
installed in your hearts, fighting brother against brother or father
against son. This dislikes the Great Spirit; but you need a chief." Some
shouted: "You are our great chief." He grinned, but then he did as if he
had heard nothing and continued: "However, there are two legal ones, but
must be only one." He then called the twins to his presence and both came
with their weapons; then he asked:
"Do you still pretend to be the Chief of this tribe?" Both at
unison answered:
"Yes, I do!" The man seemed as he was playing with children.
"In that case, since only one can be the chief, you must fight each
other to death until there is only one left. Are you sure you want to kill
you own brother in order to keep you rights?"
"Yes, I am." Both said at unison with ferocity. The man bent his
old head with the disappointment reflecting on his face."
"In that case, within a few minutes, you will start fighting, but
only with your knife and your body; nothing else. Now get rid of all your
clothes, except your knife. When I drop my hand you will start your fight,
the one who kill his brother will be the chief." A murmur spread over the
crowd approving the wise decision. The old man dropped his hand and both
men started fighting as animals. Somewhere in the middle of the crowd, a
young man of 33 y/o, the fighters' younger brother, with wet eyes commented
with his friend near him:
"I would never kill my brother, even if the Great Spirit asked me to
do so; I'd prefer to die leaving him to be the chief." The old man
grinned. After ten minutes fighting at the base of the rock, some thick fog
appeared involving the fighters, then a dead silence came too; no one could
see or hear them. The fog cleared, but the brothers were not there;
alarmed, some warriors searched round the rock, even some started looking
for them near the meadow, but they were no where. Then the old man raised
his hand and said:
"Do not look for them, you will not find anything; they are gone to
another realm and will never return." Most of the people felt relieved,
since the brothers were not much appreciated, but feared. The old man then
continued. "You have a real chief amongst you, a man that will lead you
with wisdom and braveness." He paused and then called: "White Eagle",
please come here." Reluctantly the young man approached, bent his head in
front of the man, and said:
"I think there are better men here than I am, but I'll do whatever
the Great Spirit commands me, whenever it is of justice, otherwise, please,
fetch for someone else, not me." The old man placed his white hand on White
Eagle's head saying:
"You are the one chosen by the Great Spirit, and he commands you to
accept the leadership of your people. Now I will leave you forever; I hope
you will behave as up to now." Then turning to the rock, he extended his
arms and a blue light flowed from his fingers to the base of the
stone. Suddenly, as everybody was astounded, the fog appeared and the man
walked up to it; one minute later, everything returned normal: the man was
not there. All people standing shouted happily to his new boss." Joe
sighed. "That's the end of the legend." Jeff watched to his right and the
girl was asleep.
CHAPTER 5
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"It has been an exciting story, Joe; it is a pity that the times
have changed so much. We better get some sleep, too." Both boys laid their
backs on the soft fur and stared thru the open flap to the sky; Jeff then
said: "The Great Spirit must be somewhere in one of those stars." Joe
nodded.
"Yes, my brother "Nightingale", that's what we believe." Some
minutes later they were hard asleep, too. After a few hours, the old
shaman returned and found the three children naked and asleep as rocks; he
grinned and understood. He took his blanket, put extra dry wood on the fire
and went into the realm of dreams, too. The sun was high on the east when
the shaman woke up; the children were still asleep. Jeff had thought to
have some fun before they departed, but the smell of roasted bacon and
sausages reached his nostrils and his body came into life looking for the
food. He put on his shorts and woke up his brother and the girl. They
joined the old shaman and had breakfast together. When they had finished,
Jeff asked him:
"How was it, Golden Hawk? Did I do what you expected from me?" The
old man ruffled the boy's curly brown hair with love. How could he explain
to the young boy, what was waiting for the Human Being within a few years?
He will learn by himself, though nobody would believe him. He thought with
sadness, yet, the young boys and the girl did not have any perception.
"Yes, you all did it very well and the High Spirit is happy. For the
rest, I'm afraid I can't tell you; you are too young." Those strange words
made the young boy to think, but soon he forgot all of his worries and
started joking with his friends. Some time later they started their way
back home. The man knew about Jeff's endless curiosity about the Bullhead
rock, and making a long detour, crossed the road and faced the rock. It was
near dark when they arrived to the place, mostly due to the shadows
produced by the high mountains and the large trees. They installed the tent
and lighted a small fire; after some dinner they hit the bed. They had
planned to get up early to watch carefully the runes, and continue back
home. Jeff reeled back all the events of the previous night and he felt how
his penis got hard. Strategically, Joe had laid his body in front of his
grandfather, and his girl cousin behind, so Jeff was sleeping behind the
Indian girl. When he felt the old man was asleep, his left hand slid under
the girl's shirt and started kneading her hard tits; she gasped but did
nothing to stop the intruder. After some time she turned around facing the
boy, their lips sealed as they dragged down their lower clothes; soon the
boy tool was into her lovely cavern. Engulfed in their lovemaking they did
not realise that the old man was awaken and watching the young couple
action; he grinned and turned again to his sleep. A few times they reached
the point of no return; until their bodies and souls were satisfied; then
drifted to sleep.
A few hours later Jeff woke up with lovely dream; he enjoyed the moment as
he grinned. In that moment he heard how Joe moaned in pleasure, too; then
he probably had found out or remember something because he heard how the
boy cursed.
"Shit... shit!!!" He got up silently and went out of the tent;
returning some minutes later. He cuddled near his grand father, and some
instants later Jeff heard his soft regular breathing. The Indian boy had
experienced his first wet dream. Jeff did not know anything about his
friend's event. He thought would ask him the next day.
Early in the morning they got up and Joe showed him the runes and what was
engraved; Jeff placed his hand reverently on the surface as he felt a great
attraction to the big quartz stone, as if it wanted to swallow him. Joe and
the old man realised what was happening and separated him. The old shaman
said: "There are things too dangerous for some persons. Let's leave for
home. Forget it, my son."
While they were riding back home, the twins were playing with marbles balls
in their room, one of the marbles ran behind a heavy wardrobe. Olaf was
trying to get back the ball by pushing the heavy wardrobe; he requested his
brother's assistance.
"Hey Peter, help me moving this fucking piece of furniture! I want
to recover that marble." They pushed hard with their butts on the
wall. Then Peter felt how his back went easy against the wall, as if
something were behind.
"Hey Olaf, the wall is too soft." That raised the boys' curiosity
and touched it. "It is a painted canvas, not a wall! Let's see what's
behind." They said amazed." The boys pushed the wardrobe separating it from
the wall, and then tried to remove the cover, but it was well fixed to the
wall. Olaf went for screwdriver and with it he pulled the canvas back. To
their surprise, they found an old door behind it. Olaf pushed it with his
right shoulder and the door opened enough to let them in. "What is this,
Olaf?" Peter asked.
"I don't know; it is an iron door that has not been used for a long
time. Search in our nightstand, you may find the candle that we use in
emergencies when electricity is cut off." Peter rummaged in the drawer and
found what he was looking for. He lighted it, and excited he handled it to
his brother. "There is a stairs that goes down." The two rascals went down
until they reached the bottom; the passage turned on the right but they
felt a little draught and feared it could extinguish the candle. Peter
remembering what they had learned in the school about mythology, said:
"Olaf, we need extra matches and a long thread; the one we used
last year with the comet will work, so we can use it as a guide to come
back in case we are lost."
"You always are a fucking clever, brother." Peter grinned with his
brother compliment; that was not rare in them. He went upstairs to look for
the items they needed in their adventure. When he returned Olaf, tied up
the cord round the door's handle and then started exploring the underground
gallery. It was a little longer than they thought at the beginning; about
the middle, a draught put off the candle flame, it was absolutely
dark. Peter a little bit scared said:
"C'mon, light the fucking candle! I can see nothing." Olaf chuckled
but his brother could not watch the gesture he had made; he had stopped
breathing thru his nose, and said:
"You, my brave brother... I think you are shitting your underwear,
I can smell it!" Had not been they were in the dark surely they would have
started fighting.
"I'll tell you later who's shitted; now light the candle." Olaf did
and found that the corridor had now two directions, one to the left and one
in front of them. "I think this branch goes to the little river and the
other continues round the house." Peter asserted.
"I think this tunnel had more than one objective; I bet we'll find
more than one access to it."
"Can you clarify your thoughts, brother? At least, it seems you are
using your head more for something than holding your hat."
"It is clear. This is an elderly house, and in the old times these
territories weren't as peaceful as they are now; so in case of a serious
attack it was used as a way of escape. Later, some ones used it to visit
his lady or her man secretly; that would explain why we have some bastards
in our family."
"For instance?"
"Aunt Nora. She's always arguing that we are spoiling her
daughters; and Jeff is doing the same to her adored blond and innocent
Karl." Peter grinned. As Olaf had thought, they found another access from
the right and finally the gallery ended probably at the end of the
house. Carefully they went up and heard some noise or conversation. They
clearly could hear the girls' talking as they were saying:
"I would like Olaf fucked my cunt. I'm very hot right now." The
boys had to protect their mouth to prevent some laugh. As the other girl
said:
"I don't mind Peter fucking me, though I'd prefer Jeff to make it
out. Did you see his long cock in spite of being soft?" It was a lovely
day, and some Indians, as Jeff's friend, were well endowed, too.
"You shut up, sister! If mom knew about our conversations I'm sure
she would faint." They laughed loudly as Peter motioned Olaf to go down and
return to their room. This then was commenting:
"We are spoiling the girls! The bastard..." Peter said with
sarcasm. They were returning the wardrobe to its place when heard Manuel
greeting Jeff. The twins finished and ran to meet their worshipped brother;
they hugged him with real affection. Jeff hugged back the twins in a common
embrace. In spite of being only a little more than one year older than his
brothers, their heads reached only to his chin. Olaf took the horse's reins
as Peter said:
"Jeff, we have made a great discovery this morning and have better
news. We'll tell you later. How was the session with the Indians?"
Fantastic; after lunch I may tell you everything, if you are good
boys; I have great news, too. Now help me to clean and feed the horse; we
have been riding the whole morning and it must be really tired." While they
were doing the task, Karl arrived and hugged Jeff from behind. The
thirteen-years-old boy said on Jeff's ears.
"I have missed you a lot. I suppose you have many things to tell
me."
"Yes, I have; and some directly concern you; I hope you like them."
"Really?" The twins apparently were engaged in his task of cleaning
the horse, but the whirl tuft of blonde hair on their forehead seemed an
electronic dish to capture news. Olaf stared to Peter and both grinned
slyly. Jeff left the group and went to greet his mother; then quickly he
ran to his grandmother's study. As usual she received him with open arms
and kissed the boy's forehead with affection and love.
"How was it, son? Was it a good experience?" Then Jeff remembered
the previous nights with Joe and Linda and got red. The experienced woman
watched her grandson and did not need any further explanation from the
boy. She then added: "I know it has been a good time; we'll talk some time
about it." Then the woman went to a sideboard and extracted a little
object: it was the small quartz stone that Joe had given to him as a
present, but now hanging from a fine gold frame and chain; it had been
professionally polished. The boy wore it as he sighed:
"It seems a real diamond. I'll always wear it. It is a precious
object, isn't it, Abuela?"
"Yes, if it is for you... Along your life, my boy, you will find
many things that intrinsically have not value at all, but for you might be
as a great fortune; this is the case." The boy hugged the old woman and
said:
"Gold Hawk" was not very happy after his "meeting" with the High
Spirit; he said he might talk to you about the subject, but nothing
else. Joe told me about the legend on the base of the Bullhead rock; it was
amazing, Abuela."
"Yes. Christians always think they are the only ones with a right
religion, forgetting that there are others even older than Jesus; almost
all of them have the same message for people. You should never reject any
and also be patient with their believers."
"Thanks Abuela, I must go; the twins and Karl are waiting for me to
play." The boy left and immediately Karl joined him. The blond boy placed
his arm round his cousin's shoulders and asked:
"Will you tell me your news right now, or tonight at bed time?"
"Not now, because is time for lunch and the family are waiting. I
must have a shower, though I had a bath at midnight and with some
accompany." Karl could not stop feeling a rash of jealousy, though he
admitted that his cousin was straight and not as he was; besides he had
never met a boy that felt so free and did what he wanted; however, he
always did things in such a way that pleased everybody. He wished he could
be like his cousin, but his mother was always scolding him about near
everything. He hated her!
"Can I accompany you in the shower?" Karl suggested timidly.
"Why not? You must be dirty after playing with your little
brother." Karl flushed because his cousin had guessed his thoughts. As soon
as they entered into the large bathroom, Karl locked the door and without
asking his cousin, kneeled in front of him and took his cousin's near five
inches dick into his mouth. Jeff was always ready to receive pleasure, and
now his mind flew to those lovely moments spent with Linda under
moonlight. Karl masturbated himself, and soon the boys groaned as their
bodies stiffed receiving their orgasms; Jeff had to place his hand on his
cousin shoulders to prevent his knees buckling.
The twins, after leaving their brother and cousin, went to their room. Olaf
extracted a piece of paper that they had hidden and started studying the
drawing that they had in front of them; it had been raised taking into
account the situation of the building, showing different colours and
lines. Peter then said:
"According to the distance, the second stairs that we found belongs
to Jeff and Karl's room, though they don't know it existence. We can check
it tonight. Did you find more candles? We might need then."
"We don't need candles; first we know the tunnel and its situation;
also we don't need the thread anymore, because..." Olaf went to the closet
where they placed the dirty laundry and brought a miner lamp that showed to
his brother with pride. Peter grinned and hugged him. "I found it in the
old attic of the barn and have cleaned and refill with oil; it is ready to
be used.
"Fantastic! We'll see what those rascals do during the
night. Though... how can we watch them with a large wardrobe in front of
us?"
"There isn't any wardrobe, but a large sideboard. I wonder why they
haven't noticed the difference in the wall! This morning, when Karl went to
greet his dear mom, I made a little hole just above the top of the
sideboard; I hope it is enough to watch them." Peter stared to his brother
with admiration and love.
"You are great sometimes, Olaf; that's why I love you so much."
"Is it only for that? What about when I suck your dick? Doesn't
this count?" Peter grinned again.
"Ok, for everything. Now let's concentrate in our task. I'm sure
tonight Jeff and Karl will have a good time together. He suggested it to
Jeff and our brother never waste his time when sex is involved. This
afternoon we'll explore the gallery that goes to the river direction;
surely it must have something open because the draught extinguished the
candle's flame. Let's see the girls and try something about what they said
in the privacy of their room." Both went downstairs trying to spend a good
afternoon. They watched how Jeff and Karl disappeared amongst the trees.
After some time walking Karl was excited, waiting the news from his cousin
about the nights he had spent in the mountains. He told him everything,
except his fucking to the girl. Jeff was sure that Karl would have not
liked his hang outs with a girl, so he only mentioned the part with Joe;
however, Karl was not an idiot, he guessed why his cousin did not mention
it; he did not want to hurt him. That made he loved his cousin even more
deeply. He sighed. Then Jeff added:
"Joe knows everything about you being homosexual; for him and for
the rest of the Indians, that's a question of Mother Nature that nobody
should interfere. He doesn't mind at all; in fact he loves fucking boys and
girls for equal. He told me that if you like and wanted it, we can meet at
the crossroad tomorrow; Linda and he have a shed in the woods, they use it
as a shelter in winter time when they go hunting." Karl opened wide his
large blue eyes in disbelief.
"What about you? What will you do if he comes with the girl?" The
boy chuckled.
"Just leave that part to me. She knows I'm very fond of Nature and
I have good qualifications on everything related to trees and bushes of
this state; I'll entertain her if she comes. Joe is my blood brother;
therefore it supposed that I must accept anything that he makes." Karl
grinned, thinking in those future moments; his dick was very hard. He
wanted to try a different cock, and Joe showed he had a good one, though he
had watched it flaccid.
"Ok. We'll go, however we must be very careful about the twins and
my sisters, and especially about my mother; if she knew..."
"Sooner or later she will know the truth. You cannot hide it and
live the whole time under her oppression. If she loves you, she must
understand and accept you as you are, Karl. It is your life, not hers;
besides you did not look for it, you were born with it."
"Are you mad? My father will understand, but she'll not. I must be
the perfect and brave son, and as you well know, I'm neither perfect nor
brave; otherwise I would have said to her that I am homo, without minding
whether she accepts it or not." They stopped walking and Jeff felt all the
pity of the world for his cousin. He then said:
"If you need me... I'm ready to assist and help you." Karl with
blurred eyes hugged his cousin and lover.
"Thank you Jeff, I count on it; but this is a problem that I have
to face myself."
CHAPTER 6
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They had dinner, and soon it was dark and time for bed. Everybody said good
nights, and the twins were the first to go into the large bathroom to brush
their teeth; quickly they finished and ran to their room. Olaf lighted the
lantern and they went down the secret stairs into the gallery. Peter had
greased the hinges, so he closed the door without any noise after dragging
the wardrobe. Soon they were in front of the hole, peeking into the elder
boys' room.
Jeff and Karl entered into their room ignoring they were being spied; as
soon they were in, Karl closed and locked the door hugging his cousin with
passion from behind. Jeff started to get naked as Karl said:
"Please Jeff, let me do it." Jeff smiled and let his cousin to
continue undressing him discarding the few clothes that he wore, since it
was near summer and warm. As the blond boy took off his cousin's silk
shirt, he pushed him on the bed. He found his beautiful nipples and started
sucking one, while he rubbed with care the other one. Jeff squirmed in
pleasure, and soon his cock was as a rock jerking at each heart beat. Karl
pulled down Jeff's trousers and underwear, freeing his cock that now showed
a drop of precum at the tip of his dickhead; he leaked it with the tip of
his tongue and immediately he took it into his mouth. Jeff groaned with
lust at the contact, instinctively placed his hands behind Karl's head
helping him in his sucking. Behind the canvas and in absolute silence Olaf
kneeled and was doing the same to his brother, while he watched the scene
in the other room. He whispered into Peter's ears.
"This is fantastic! Karl is sucking Jeff's dick."
"Let's trade positions in order I can see them, too." When Peter
put his eye on the canvas hole, Jeff was moaning near his orgasm; then Karl
left his cousin's cock as he said while he was getting nude.
Jeff, please fuck me! I need your cock inside me." Peter was now on
his turn peeking thru the hole, watching how Jeff rummaged in his
nightstand and extracted the tube of vaseline; then took a glob and spread
it into Karl's butt hole. Peter could not believe what he was watching. He
motioned his brother to watch the scene, as Karl took another glob of the
slipping substance and greased Jeff's hard cock.
"How do you want it? Jeff asked in a hoarse voice.
"I'll lie on the bed with a pillow under my tummy; this will be
more comfortable for you and me."
"But you may stain the sheet when you come and..."
"Don't worry. That's work for our servants and they won't tell
anything to my mom. They are used to see them."
"Ok. Let's start because I'm very hot and in need of a good
release."
Olaf went with his eyes wide open as he watched how Jeff positioned himself
behind Karl, took his hard dick with his left hand, and in a single thrust
he went entirely into Karl butt. Karl moaned in pleasure as Jeff's long
dick touched his prostrate. Olaf motioned Peter to watch how Jeff was
fucking his cousin butt's. Both twins were masturbating at the same time;
their smaller cocks were red, though they had spate some saliva on
them. Olaf then in a whisper said to his brother:
"Her beautiful Karl is an innocent boy! Stupid woman! She doesn't
know that her son is a fucking queer." Both grinned. They were approaching
their dry orgasms watching what was happening in the other room. Though
Jeff had fucked Linda, and Karl had sucked him in the woods, he was near to
explode. He gave a final thrust to his cousin's butt as both groaned loudly
in pleasure with their orgasms. Karl shot his small load on the bed and
Jeff collapsed exhausted on top of his cousin; he was breathing hard. The
twins reached their nice feelings as muffled moans came out from their
young throats. Jeff fine ears captured the sound from behind the canvas,
but he told nothing to Karl, since he did not know where the sound came
from. The twins were excited as they closed the door and went to their
room; once they were in there, Olaf said to Peter:
"It was fantastic to watch Jeff fucking Karl's butt. Karl yelled in
ecstasy." He paused for a moment while they were playing with their hard
dicks on the bed. Then Peter said:
"It must feel good because Karl seemed to be in the heaven when
Jeff inserted his dick into him." He paused, thinking for a moment; then he
added: "Olaf, what about if you insert your dick in my arse?" Olaf grinned
though he was a little surprised.
"You aren't a queer; otherwise I will be myself, too."
"Yes, I am not, but I want to experiment it. If it feels good, I
could do it to you afterwards."
"Ok, but you cannot tell it to anybody, even to Jeff. We'll do it
tomorrow, but we need something to lube our cocks; I saw Karl using some
paste that he put into his butt and on Jeff dick."
"Well... we can use olive-oil; I know you love it... in the salad."
Both started to laugh. "Let's sleep; tomorrow I want to help Jeff to clean
and feed his horse, then we can tell him about the secret passageway. The
day had bee excited and the young boys were tired; soon they were hard
asleep, as usual spooned one behind the other, as they used to be within
their mom's womb.
Jeff got up early, on contrary than his cousin Karl that slept until late
in the morning. During breakfast the blonde twins joined him with a sly
smile on their lovely faces; he deeply loved them and returned the
smile. Olaf then said:
"Jeff, we must tell you something, besides we want to help you
cleaning and feeding your horse; so we'll talk in the stables." Peter then
added:
"We want to learn about the horse's maintenance because we asked
granny to assign one to each of us, but she told us we have to care about
them while we are here; the men had enough work taking care of the rest."
"She's right. Let's go." They left the kitchen, and as soon as they
were in the open air, Olaf eagerly wanted to start talking. Jeff, knowing
what they wanted to tell him, he said: "Did you enjoy my fucking to Karl
last night?" The twins stopped walking with their mouth agape; they could
not believe what his brother was telling them.
"Do... do you know we were spying you from the gallery?" Olaf
asked.
"Yes. I knew you were somewhere near us when you got your nice
feeling; you should be more careful because your yells could be heard one
mile around. Fortunately Karl was in other world and couldn't hear you."
Then Olaf stared at Peter and reprimanded him.
"I told you we were too noisy."
"Well, it felt so good when Jeff gave the final thrust to Karl that
I couldn't..." Jeff interrupted them ruffling their hair and laughing.
"Ok, forget about it, but next time you must be more careful. If
Karl knew it, he would beat your arses until they burn." Peter then laughed
loudly as Olaf grinned.
"Why are you laughing? It is serious." Jeff said.
"We know it is serious, but if he spanks my butt cheeks I'll enjoy
it even more. We have done it to each other and that hurts but it feels
very, very good. Isn't it Olaf? Peter asked his brother.
"You pair of queers!" They laughed again. They were approaching the
stables as Jeff's horse recognized his voice and neighed happily. The boys
took the animal outside, cleaned, and brushed its abundant white mane; then
the animal drank water and they returned it to its place until the
afternoon. Olaf then asked:
"Jeff may I ride Tine? It is a beautiful horse."
"You cannot do today, Olaf. I'm going to ride it this afternoon
together with Karl and I want it to be fresh and rested. We'll meet Joe and
Linda at the crossroad."
"What a pity we don't have horses!" Peter said. "We should have
asked granny for one, but now it is too late and all of them are in the
fields." Jeff grinned.
"Did you plan to spy us, too? You must be very careful with Joe; my
blood brother is a true Indian and he would detect you miles before you
could hide.
"No. I would tell you and Joe before." He paused and as soon as
they finished Olaf told to Jeff.
"We want to show you the secret gallery. It runs from one side to
the other of the building, with three exists: one in the girls' room,
another in your room, and the one in our bedroom. It forms like a large
"T". We have not explored it entirely. What about if we go now to see where
it goes?" Jeff felt the emotions of a child and gladly said:
"Yes, let's go together, like in the old times." The boys put five
to five and went upstairs in silence. Peter took the miner lamp and lighted
it. Olaf pushed aside the wardrobe and the canvas and the three entered
into the dark corridor.
"Since probably we'll return from outside, it is better to drag
back the furniture and close the door, just in case the maid in charge of
cleaning the room returns before we expect her."
"As usual my brother's big head is working perfectly." Peter said.
"I have bigger balls than my head and they work perfect, too." Jeff
grinned with the twins' quarrels. He ruffled their blond hair as they
started walking in the dark. The tunnel widened after some time and finally
they observed some light round the corner. As they had presumed, the entry
was covered by a thick bush just near a brook with crystal water that came
from the high mountains. That little stream formed a little reservoir not
far from the buildings; it was kept clean and was used for the house
needs. It was absolutely forbidden to swim in there. The three brothers
played during the whole morning in the forest having a great time
together. When they were returning Jeff said:
"I expect you won't mention the passage to anybody. You can use it
but no one must know about its existence. Is it clear?"
"Yes." The two younger boys answered at unison; but Peter argued:
"I suppose we can watch you fucking Karl." Jeff grinned.
"No problem; it is better to know you will be there. Next time I
will be so efficient that your little cocks will get sore for weeks." The
little evils laughed noisily.
After lunch, Karl and Jeff rode their horses to meet Joe and Linda. It was
cloudy and warm, though not menacing rain and they discarded the siesta, so
the horses could go on a low trotting without forcing the animals. At the
crossroads they met their friends; Jeff and Joe greeted each other as
brothers. The Indian couple observed that Jeff was wearing, hanging from
his neck, the quartz stone that Joe had given him, as a birthday
present. Joe felt very proud about his brother. Linda glanced at Jeff while
he was talking with Joe and sighed sadly; she knew better than anyone else
the meaning of that stone that now was glittering as a real diamond. She
had not stopped thinking on the handsome boy since they made love during
the nights with "Golden Hawk"; she thought no one could prevent her loving
Jeff. She was aware the boy liked and appreciated her, but also knew he did
not love her. She also stared at Karl and thought it was a pity he was a
queer; being honest, she thought Karl was a beautiful boy, though Jeff was
handsome and she liked handsome and strong boys better than delicate and
pretty ones.
Joe immediately looked at the blond boy as his dick started to get hard. He
thought how lucky he was that now had the opportunity to fuck and do all he
wanted to that beautiful white boy; all of this, thanks to his blood
brother. He liked to have sex with other boys, and had had many adventures
within the tribe, but he never imagined could fuck a white and pretty boy
as Karl. He was 13 y/o, well endowed, and had found out he was a man just
the previous night when they were sleeping on the tent. He had his wet
dream and spurted his first semen. He had not told anything to Linda,
because from now on, most likely she would stop having sex him; that was
the old custom and he liked to respect it.
They left the normal trail and entered into the thick pine forest. A couple
of miles further in the woods, they arrived to a fresh clear with a large
meadow and a brook. Right on one side there was a wooden cabin, probably
used in the old times by timber men, now being used by winter hunters as a
shelter. The boys and girl left the horses in the meadow and entered into
the small house; then Jeff, took Linda's hand and said:
"Linda and I will go to explore the forest; she wants to show me
some plants unknown to me; then either you can stay here together or to
accompany us; we'll whistle you when we return, though that will take a few
hours." Joe and Karl grinned as the Indian said:
"We are tired and prefer to remain here resting. What do you think,
Karl?"
"You are right Joe; I'm not used to long rides and I'm tired, too."
"Ok. I'll see you later. Enjoy yourselves." Saying this Jeff and
Linda, hand in hand approached his horse, he opened the saddle pack and
extracted a parcel containing some sandwiches, two small bottles of milk
and something wrapped with silk paper. With everything on hand they
disappeared into the forest. They followed a track and after a few minutes
they found a secluded open space, not very large covered by thick
grass. Linda then said:
"This is our secret place; it is difficult to find if you don't
really know the area." She extended on the grass the blanket that had taken
from her horse. Jeff was excited when the girl wrapped her arms round his
neck; their lips met in a wet and long kiss as their tongues swirled inside
with passion. Jeff broke the kiss and dragged the girl's dress to her head;
she was wearing nothing underneath. Her adolescent body looked beautiful
with her little turgid breasts pointing out. Jeff tenderly pushed her on
the blanket, as he got naked, too. Again their mouths met as she guided the
boy's tool into her vagina starting an anxious fuck that both needed to
calm down their young needs. In a short time they reached their orgasms
exhaling powerful groans.
"I needed it very much, Linda; sorry if I have been so rough."
"You don't need to sorry about; I was in the same situation. I have
been thinking in this moment since the other night in the mountains and
near the Bullhead rock.
"Yes, it was a good start, but today even we can improve it." She
smiled. Jeff thought it was a pity he did not love this girl; she was
great. More relaxed they started again petting each other, and after some
time, they were engaged in a passionate embrace and an eternal kiss. Jeff
entered her and they rolled from one side to the other on the soft blanket
in the ecstasy of their fucking. She was on top of him when the marvellous
orgasms hit their young bodies yelling as wounded animals. Breathing hard
she slid to her right side dragging the boy with her, so they were facing
each other; his dick still buried into the girl's vagina. After some
minutes, more calmed and in the bliss of their orgasms, Jeff put off a tuft
of hair from her sweated forehead. Instinctively the girl kissed the boy's
hand. Jeff did not know what to say."
"You have a lovely silky hair, Linda." She blushed. She deeply knew
all about this boy and that something was going to happen to him; that
stone was telling her something that she did not fully understand. She was
the real future shaman, not Joe; however, she had not said anything to
anybody. The Wednesday night in the mountain, she learnt everything about
the boy's uncertain future, though nothing fixed, since she was not yet
prepared; but she was absolutely sure that this day would be the last one
she would fuck with him. She then said:
"Jeff, I wish you could spurt semen and I could conceive a baby
from you." Such a declaration of love took aback Jeff that opened wide his
lovely eyes as she caressed the boy's face. Stammering he said:
"But that would mean that the tribe would despise you! You would be
considered as nothing..."
"I wouldn't mind; I don't expect to spend my life in the tribe; I
want to be a teacher, a good teacher for children like you and me." Jeff
could not believe what he was hearing. He then argued:
"Even if I could expel semen, you are too young to have a baby and
be a mother."
"You are wrong. In the tribe there are girls younger than I am with
babies." She smiled as she touched the boy's face. "Can you imagine a
little boy with skin like mine and your beautiful eyes and hair?" I'm sure
he would be a great man and..." The boy kissed and sucked her breasts and
she squirmed in delight.
"Please Linda; stop those plans; they are unrealistic and
impossible by now. Let's live and enjoy the present." She smiled and felt
how the boy started a new sex session that took them to the highest points
in the stars. When they were close to orgasm the stone beamed; Jeff did not
notice because the little rock was between their bodies, but Linda felt a
discharge like an electric jolt; she yelled in panic though the pleasure
overwhelmed her. She wanted to tell the boy the danger that the magic
quartz meant, however, she could not express what was into her brains; so
she gave up.
As soon as Linda and Jeff left, Karl and Joe stared at each other, and as
if they were robots obeying an order, they launched into each other arms in
a hard embrace, sealing their mouths in a wet kiss. Their tongues whirled
inside mixing their saliva as they started taking off the few clothes that
they were wearing, until both were stark naked and their cock very
hard. Without breaking the kiss, Joe pushed softly the blond pretty boy to
an adjacent rough bed that was nailed to the wooden wall. For different
reasons both boys were excited. Karl never imagined that reaction from his
new lover, and Joe did not expect that behaviour from a white and rich boy
as Karl was. They broke the kiss and Joe said:
"Please Karl; go on four legs with your head down on the bed, so
your butt is showing up."
"Are... are you going to fuck me like that?" The excited blond boy
asked. Joe grinned as he started pushing his partner down. It was not a
soft bed; the base was hard and the Indian boy had put a layer of dry
grass, covered by an old and clean blanket. He answered Karl.
"That's for later; we have a few hours to enjoy, so you can ask me
anything, except you to fuck my butt. I like to fuck and enjoy with other
boys, but I am not entirely bisexual. I'll fuck you as much as you want
until you are fed up of my cock." They laughed. Karl looked back to Joe
that was showing his lovely white teeth.
"That's what I want. Jeff fucked me but he doesn't like to do what
I really want; after all he's my cousin."
"Did you clean yourself as I told my brother? I like clean persons
like I am."
"Yes, I did. Why?" As Karl put his head down Joe started kneading
Karl's beautiful white butt cheeks; then spread them and found the pink
hole quivering in anticipation. He placed his sharp tongue in it trying to
drill the hole, while he introduced his hand between the white boy's thighs
and started massaging Karl's package. Karl now understood why he should be
clean. The nerve endings existing in this part of the boy's anatomy sent
waves of new sensations that Karl never expected to receive. He was moaning
loudly in pleasure and his dick was so hard that he thought in seconds
would explode. He hardly could say: "I think I'm coming Joe." The Indian
boy stopped his ministrations; Karl was breathing hard.
"Turn over, boy." He ordered to Karl. The blond boy obeyed and he
could watch Joe's larger and thicker dick spitting clear juice. He could
not understand how Joe could have a bigger cock than he had, being younger
than he was; but he liked it. Before he could realise, both were in a 69
position, feeling his cock being sucked as a vacuum and in front of his
mouth the most beautiful dick he could have imagined. He eagerly took it
into his mouth that near gagged him. After a few minutes, both boys could
not stop the marvellous release. Joe was on top and felt how Karl raised
his hips trying to introduce the maximum of his cock as Joe did the
same. For the first time Karl received the small load of semen from Joe; he
had never savoured other boy's spunk, but his own. After one minute, Joe
recovered his normal position sliding to his side; then dragged Karl's
mouth to him and both started savouring the mixing of semen. After a few
minutes enjoying the bliss of their sex, they smiled happily. Joe then
said: "Did you like it?" For an answer, Karl kissed the Indian boy tenderly
on the lips.
"Thanks Joe. I never thought this would be so great. It has been
wonderful to receive your spunk in my mouth." Blushing he added: "I love
you." Joe thought it was the moment, so he responded:
"I love you, too, my beautiful boy. You are the first to savour it;
I started spurting it just two days ago."
"I hope to drink it many times; I like its flavour." They
grinned. Then Joe said:
"I hope you like it better in your butt." Both started petting each
other, and after a few minutes Karl said:
"Please Joe, fuck me now very hard; I want your large cock inside
me." Joe grinned. He thought had not been wrong when he watched Karl in the
middle of the tribe in the river; he was a real queer.
"We'll do it as we started; later we'll change the position in
order to get the maximum penetration." Karl had come prepared.
"In my pocket you will find a tube with the product I used with
Jeff. It worked very well. This will facilitated you entering me and enjoy
our fucking."
"I prefer mine; it is oil made from rosemary bush." Joe extracted
from his clothes a little bottle and poured some of its contain on Karl's
butt; immediately he introduced his middle finger and spread it inside the
blond boy's guts. Then took some on his palm and bathed his hard cock. A
lovely sweet smell spread over the room.
"It smells good, hope it works the same." Karl said. Joe then
chuckled as he asked:
"Are you ready, Karl? I'll go in a single thrust, though slowly."
"Yes, I am. Don't worry, I like it hard and quick; it doesn't
matter whether it hurts or not. Go ahead."
"Ok." Joe positioned behind Karl, his left hand on the smooth butt
cheeks and the right guiding his hard sharp cock to Karl's port of
entry. He pushed hard, though he found some resistance, in a quick and
steady push he entirely buried his thick cock till the hilt. Karl moaned in
a mix of pleasure and pain. "Are you ok, Karl? You seem to be a little bit
tight, but now it is alright, I think."
"Yes, I'm fine." Saying this Joe started fucking Karl as if there
was not tomorrow; after some minutes both boys were sweating. Karl groaned
every time Joe's dick touched that magical spot inside him; he was making
great efforts to keep his orgasm out; however, after some time, he could
not wait anymore. He groaned loudly as that wonderful feeling came to him
as an electric shock. He went flat on his tummy as he started spurting his
load; his knees could not support him. Joe received his orgasm near at the
same time, and breathing hard he laid his body on top of his new lover.
That was an example of what followed afterwards, until they were
exhausted. Some time later they heard Jeff whistling and Joe went outside,
still naked, to greet them. Linda and Jeff grinned but the girl had to make
a great effort to keep smiling; she knew that, within minutes, she would
say goodbye to her first and real love; assuming would not see him again.
Joe's sensation was different. He was confident that their brotherhood
would last for many years, though he did not know for how long. After some
time changing impressions, Jeff pressed the girl's hand lightly and Karl
did the same on Joe. They mounted their horses raising their arms and
started a light trot to the farm. It was Friday 24th May 1928.
TO BE CONTINUED.