Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 12:40:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: J
Subject: TRIO: South America

Our three fathers often took us on their wild excursions into the deep
jungles of South America. Now they perished in the plane crash and
subsequent native attack, leaving us, two thirteen year olds and one
fourteen year old to fend for ourselves...

My two friends and I were captured by the natives in this strange land. We
had heard they were cannibals and that struck fear into our hearts. It
wasn't quite as bad as all that. They had abandoned that horrible form of
savagery thousands of years ago. Instead, we found they worshipped
something they told us was called the eye. For a few horrible minutes I
thought they were going to poke our eyes out or one and not the other
eye. My friend James was built tough. He was shorter than I was and all his
life he referenced how short he was. He was strung up with his hands over
his head and against a clay wall, next to me. Our hands were loosely tied
and I wondered why. To my right was our red headed friend Jerry, also tied
similarly. Our shirts were ripped off us. Our pants were torn and tattered,
our underwear visible and ripped as well. Jerry had the biggest outtie I'd
ever seen. It was a virtual stalk. He was freckled and somewhat pale but
for a redhead, darker than most. I looked as the natives, all of whom wore
ritual masks made of what seemed to be clay, danced and pranced around
us. Three seemed to stand out from the others. These three took off their
masks, and rather than South American boys, they were more Anglo. The one
that sneered at me and smiling had long blond hair and blue eyes. I fell in
love with him instantly and got lost in those eyes. Perhaps it was just a
way of coping with the knowledge of an uncoming death...my own and my
friends'.  "We worship the eye..."  I shut my eyes and gulped as he rose
his long knife up to my face and held it infront of my eyes. I opened my
eyes and realized he wasn't talking about my pupils. It was the eye...

As he said, "The eye here..."  He put the tip of his point into my navel,
my deep set navel which held twists and turns of bubble flesh. "To see if
you can take it....take it like the boy you are or the man you might have
become..."  He had a vaguely British accent mixed with something like South
American.

"I...I can take it."  I said it but I knew I couldn't really. I wasn't
really very tough. I sucked my belly in to move it further away from the
point and felt the cold steel move away..or rather my warm flesh unstuck
from the steel. The blond laughed.

He looked down, "You like this..."  He moved his thick red lips to mine.

"Yeah," I said, huffed, whispered, "I like..."  I met his lips and felt his
point go in again.

Next to me, my friend James struggled. The blond kissed me and used a knife
in his other hand...it was really like a short sword more than a
knife. With this one, he stabbed James. James had a high up navel, high on
his ribs. He wasn't fat nor was he tightly muscled but someplace in between
the two. His stomach tightened as much as it could. The point went into his
navel and tore through it. "He no take like a man..."  James gasped and
whimpered and begged.

Like my own, his penis was excited beyond the normal limits of his
underwear and tore up through it as the metal tore into his thick and big
navel. He had a slight outtie orb in the middle of a thick ridge that went
in as well as out and the ball bearing that had been part of it was
pierced. I looked sideways, slobbering off the blond's lips. The blond
moved his head and indeed, his whole body, away from mine....mine was
dripping, pre cum between my dick and the naked blond's dick.

The blond mightily and proudly thrust his chest ito James's ample and
muscled chest. As he did so, he also shoved the sword straight on into
James's belly button and I heard an audible crunch. James's sturdy body
shook, his broad shoulders shimmied, and his legs kicked. "Oh nawwwwuck..."
He gagged. "You can't do this to meeeeeeee...gulg!"  And his dick shot a
huge pool of cum load all over the blond's nice sweaty chest. And James was
still and that was it. He hung limply. He could have pulled his hands down,
I noted as I turned to look at his last moments but he didn't. For all his
athleticism, he just let it h appen to him. And who could blame him, the
feel of it must have been tremendous.

I turned to Jerry, "When the time comes, I'm gonna tighten my stomach
muscles and try to hold the blade with my belly button and my abs...and
then maybe thrust my whole stomach onto it if I wanna..."

Jerry gasped, "That's so hot. Oh man, I hope I'm as brave as you are right
now...when my time cums. I wanna hold my balls in so as to shoot more when
I can't hold it in any longer..."

"Fuck, me, too," I told him and tried to lean over to his face to kiss
him. Instead, the blond met my face, in between us and yelled, "No talking
now to each other! Time to DIE....."  He kissed me deeply and I pulled my
hands down to touch the back of his arms and felt solid muscle under his
arms and along his sides and back. He let me as he came closer and closer
and our chests and tongues touched. His point went into my navel and I felt
it bite harder than before. And then I felt a second point in there as
well. The points gagged on each other. His third point was his dickhead and
that rose up against my leg and between leg and the lowest of low on my
torso.  Wet lines and clumps followed his every penis move. Then he stuck
it up along my torso and my belly and it sorta paralleled his own sword,
making a kind of sick cross, the swords being the crosshairs and the dick
being the vertical pole. I wondered if he'd cut his dick when the time cam.

Next to me, another of the "natives" , maybe kids that landed here too or
crashed here in South America if that's where we were, was a redhead. He
was using his fingers to pull Jerry's navel out. Jerry was proud as he
didn't feel it and his navel was out a good three inches. Then with his
other hand, the redhead took a thin arrow which did not have an arrow head
but a sharp needle like point and as he held it in one hand, put it that
arrow into the outtie with the other. As he stuck it in, Jerry wiggled and
at first, laughed as it tickled him. I could hear his laugh turn to grunts
as the needle arrow entered the flesh and soon the outtie followed the
needle into the navel ridge, which was invisible when the outtie was just
an outtie, now it was being turned into an innie. Then the redhead left it
in Jerry, who was also a redhead. The "native" left it in and gathered up a
thin saber, left over from some Spanish warrior who might have come
here. He stuck it in Jerry and kept it going. Jerry's outtie was being
mushed into his solid belly. He sucked in and held his balls, letting them
wash inside, cum stirring, threatening him to let loose, burning him
to. For if he did, the cum told his body, he would feel the best fucking
blast ever. He knew the longer he held out, the better it would feel. He
just hoped he wouldn't hold it too long andhe'd be dead before he could
blast out the fucking cum out of his pre cum covered dickslit!