Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 11:38:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: terry jeff <storiesterryjeff@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cowboys and Indians Chapter 1  gay high school

Cowboys and Indians Chapter 1
By Terry and Jeff

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My name is John. I come to see my best friend Scott in
a all boys school play that he invited me to watch. We
are about a year apart in age with Scott being 16 and
me 15.  I was back stage when I saw Scott dress up in
his indian regalia.  His muscular chest was painted in
white along his abs which were deeply impressive.  He
was wearing a loincloth and as he bent over I could
see his long seven inch cock was not covered with
underwear or briefs.  My  ocean blue eyes scanned down
his body to his barefeet.

I extended my hand to shake his when he look up and
said, "John, wow your all dress up like a cowboy that
cool."  I had on my leather boots and blue jeans with
a buckle belt with my plaid shirt tuck in tight to
show off my hard chest and small waist.

"I guess I am."

Scott asked if I wanted to be in the show.

I said sure, "What do I do?"

He said, 'Just be the cowboy we will lead you through
your part no problem."

I looked around the back stage and could see all kinds
of boys in dress and undress getting ready for their
part in the play.  Over to my right was a boy who was
muscular and had war paint on his face and arms and
chest.  His loin cloth was small and left nothing to
one imagination of what a strong muscle he had behind
it.  On his head was a war bonnet which drape from his
head all the way down to the floor.

Scott with his long black hair braided on each side of
his head walked over to me with two other boys saying
they would help me get on stage when it was my time.
Just go with the program and you will do fine. I watch
Scott turn to see his bare ass under the loin cloth,
it was tight and pert.  He had no tan lines which got
me thinking about Scott swimming or laying out in the
sun naked on the pool side at the school.

Scott introduce them as Bobby and Mike. They were both
about the same height as me five feet ten inches.
Bobby had a small loin cloth that barely covered his
cock, I could see through the side of it that his pube
were neatly trimmed and his cock was long for a boy
his age.  He looked about fifteen with long braded
black hair in the back of his head.  Mike had his
black hair pulled back in a ponytail with leather
strap around it.  His abs were painted to show off the
strong tight muscles of his stomach area.  Both of the
boys were barefeeted.  I never really thought of
looking at boys the ways I did at that moment but
something stirred inside of me.  Each one grabbed my
forearms and held on tight to them.

Another boy came over and said John these are the rope
for your part of the scene that you will be in.  He
loop them around my ankles and around my wrists.  I
just nodded as he walked away. I watch his loin cloth
from the back expose his ass muscle as he walk across
the stage.  We were at the curtain and I could hear
talking from the audience.  People whispering back and
forth.

There was a loud drum beat which brought me back to my
awareness of where I was at and where I was going in a
moment.  I looked out on the stage and could see the
Chief with folded arms on his chest standing by the
drummers who only wore short loin cloths. The drumming
began in a rhythm of a heart beat.  I could feel my
own heart beat beating to the rhythm as Mike and Bobby
led me on stage.  I immediately saw two pole in the
middle of the stage and a log facing diagonly across
the stage.

Bobby and Mike led me to the pole as two other indians
begin to tie my wrists to the upper part of the pole
and two tied my ankles to the bottom of the pole.  I
couldn't move from my restrain.  Then I saw Scotty my
friend enter from the side of the stage the audience
got quiet.  He walked up to me and said I should be
quiet.  The Indian Chief said let the time to begin.
Scotty took out a knife and begin to cut the buttons
off the front of my shirt.  I protested and the back
of my hair was grabbed and I felt my neckerchief being
tied around my face and mouth.  When he got to the top
of my shirt he grabbed the edges and pulled them
apart.  I heard a gasp from the audience and a
stirring motion as my shirt was being rip over my
shoulder.  Scotty took the knife and plunge it up the
side of my shirt sleeve cutting away the material from
one arm and to the next.  He reached behind me pulling
the shirt from my muscular chest.

The Indian Chief walked over and spread his hands
across my chest feeling my nipples and my abs.  I had
never felt my nipple get so hard from someone touch.
That was not the only thing on my body that was
getting hard.

He moved away from me and nodded to Scotty who knelt
down at my ankles. I felt the knife going up my pants
legs expose the flesh to Scotty and every one in the
audience.  He did the same to the other side of my
body.  Then he reach up unbuckle my belt and yank out
the belt from my pant.  My pants hung onto my body at
the waist.  I felt the sharp knife again press onto
the fabric and rip the rest of it away.  I was
standing there spread eagle in my white brief.  I was
aware I had a hard on from all the touching and it
stretch out across my upper leg.  All seven inches
were rock hard with my cock head almost exposing
itself at the elastic.

Mike and Bobby begin to play with my nipples as Scotty
knelt down in front of me.  I felt his mouth on my
underwear licking and manipulating my hard cock.  He
kept this up for a long time.  My legs tense as he
suck on my brief.  They were wet with his saliva.
Mike and Bobby begin to lick on my naked torsa all the
way up to my nipples.  I let out a muffle scream which
made the audience go wild watching what was going on
in front of them on stage.

I felt the knife once more slip underneath my wet
brief.  They were wet from saliva and my own pre cum
which I couldn't believe was happening to me.  Scotty
click the sharp knife and cut the elastic on one side
of my hips exposing my balls.  Then he took the knife
coming close to my cock head I could feel the cold
metal touch my cock head as he click the elastic on
the other side of my briefs.

My briefs fell from my body as my cock pointed sharply
up in the air off the stage.  I heard a war cry and a
cheer from the audience.  Scotty's hands were jacking
my cock running up and down the smooth edges of it. My
cock head was swollen and red as I felt Scotty hot
warm breath breathe on it.  Then I felt the hot wet
mouth descend upon my hard swollen cock.  Scotty my
best friend was sucking me.  I never been suck before
or even jack off with a friend.  I was a virgin.

Scotty kept sucking faster and harder on me I looked
down and could see his loin cloth tented from the
effect I was having on him.  The chief had taken his
loin cloth off and was beating his meat along with the
drummer who drum to rhythm of the sucking.

All of sudden Scotty plunge his head down on my whole
seven inches. I could feel it deep in his throat, my
legs tighten up and I was on my toes, my chest was
puffing and rising up and down when I cum inside his
throat.  He backed off letting my cum hit him in the
face and mouth.  He turned to the audience which let
out a cheer.

The ropes were being untied and I thought it was over
but four indians brave carried me over and tied me to
the log with my ass pointing up toward the scenery.  I
turned my head in time to see Scotty dropped his loin
cloth and his seven inches of spear was glistening in
the stage light.  He got down between my legs and
started licking my ass.  I scream getting the
neckerchief  to move from my face.

"Don't Scotty, I a virgin. Please don't do it."

Scotty kept licking and sticking a finger into my body
to loosen me up.  I felt the second finger go in and I
let out a moan and please don't do it.  But he kept
stretching my hole.  The log was moved now so that the
audience had a side view of what was going to happen.

Scotty stradled the log and align his seven inch cock
to my virgin hole.  I was told to push out as he push
in. I did as I was told it was useless to fight it
now.  I felt the head enter and a tearing of flesh I
thought.  I felt something dripping from my hole I
didn't know if it was saliva or blood.  Scotty gently
move inch by inch into my hole.  I finally felt his
hair on my ass. He pulled out and press back again and
again over and over to the cheers of the audience.  I
could feel Scotty legs muscles against mine they were
tight and hard as he press in again and again.
Finally I felt the breathe on the back of my neck and
the kisses he was applying there.  He went rigid on my
back and I could feel the hot spunk filling my inside
up.

At that moment the house lights went up and I could
see the whole school and teachers in all kind of
undress in the audience.  Scotty leaned over and said
welcome to the all boy school you have been accepted.

The rope were untied and off to the left of the stage
my dad walked over to me giving me a hug and saying I
knew you could do this.  Now you are a man and you
will enjoy going to the school I went to when I was
your age.

I looked at him and he nodded his head.  He knew all
the time what was going to happen.  Scotty leaned over
and kiss me on the lips and said, "Glad to have you
here because you are going to be my roommate, John."

I sit on the log naked as I watch the others filter
out of the auditorium, students and teachers, and even
my dad walked out with the Indian Chief.  I wonder
where they were going.

Scotty said, "Let me show you our room you will like
it a lot."

We walked off the stage and to his room to rest for
the night.  This was a night I would dream about again
and again for a long time.



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