Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2016 15:58:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: Amazon Boys Chapter 4

Peter's adventures continue. If you recall, Peter is in the Amazon living
with a tribe that has no inhibitions concerning sex. As an almost
twelve-year-old boy, he has been accepted into the village and its entire
quirky doings.

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Chapter 4

As he pushed back at me, I got both harder and hornier. I slowly pushed
forward as he wiggled his ass and pushed back with more determination. My
dick was at his hole but it wasn't going anywhere. He moved forward
releasing my cock from his opening. He put a big wad of spit on his fingers
and pushed the spit into his hole. He then took another gob of spit and
placed it on my dick's head. He then took my dick into his hand and aimed
it at his opening. He pushed backward as I slowly pushed forward. I felt
myself sliding into his backdoor. It was wonderful. All the pressure was on
my glans and every one of those millions of nerve cells was reacting to my
entering him. I stopped as I felt Katmatixi's ass squeezing my
cock. Katmatixi's was anxious to get started so he pushed back and all of
my five inches entered him. I put my left arm on Katmatixi's hip and
started to fuck him.

The hammock was not the ideal place to lose your virginity, but soon we and
the hammock got into a rhythm, and my cock easily slid into his asshole.

If I thought getting a blow job was great, fucking my friend in the moonlit
jungle was intense. I tightened my grip on Katmatixi's hip and drove my
cock into Katmatixi's ass as deeply as I could.

Katmatixi was making sounds, groaning and whimpering as I fucked his
ass. He wasn't the only one. I was letting out a quiet `oomph' each time my
nuts slapped onto his ass cheeks. Soon we were moaning together. I was
close. My grip on him was making us skintight as we both moved to intensify
our fucking.

Soon he was no longer quietly moaning. Each time I entered him he let out
an `Awwwwww.'

I could feel my organism approaching quickly.

I pushed my hard dick into his ass and it erupted. "Shit. Oh,
shit. Katmatixi, here I cum. Oh fuck," I said as my baby making cream
entered his colon.

He wasn't far behind as he said, "Oh. Oooohhhhh. Awwwwww, shit" and blasted
his load into the hammock.

We rested together, my cock still in him. Our breathing settled down and
finally my cock deflated and plopped out of him. My arm was still on his
hip and I drew him closer to me. As we cuddled, I looked up and saw
Katmatixi's fourteen-year-old brother looking down on us.

He was jerking off and just as l looked at him, he let out a deep breath
and shot a massive load of cream onto the floor of the stilted house.

"That was very hot. You guys were intense."

He disappeared and went to his hammock as we closed our eyes and fell back
to sleep.

The next morning, we both woke up, late, with morning wood, a normal
occurrence with pre-teens and teens. The house was busy with his mom making
breakfast and his sisters and brothers scampering around or helping get the
family meal ready. Both Katmatixi and I got out of the hammock and walked
to the back of his house to piss. Both of us had erections and were only
wearing the tiny belt as clothing but I didn't feel like I was naked. I
didn't bother me that his mom and sisters saw me with a rod.  It was just
normal.

After breakfast, we went to the river and took our bath. This was my first
experienced with the village as a naked boy. The adults were cool about
it. They looked at me and I am sure wondered what happened to my
dick. Later, my dad said he was asked what happened, as the adults
expressed sorry about my loss and my inability to have kids. After my dad
told them about circumcision, they were relieved that I could have
children.

The teens and younger kids, both boys, and girls were more curious and
would come to look at my penis more closely. Both boys and girls would ask
if they could touch it and when told why I was coming up short compared to
the other boys, were happy all my parts worked.  With all the staring and
touching, my penis proved that it worked by springing a boner.

One girl my age spent a lot of time looking and touching my unit. At one
point she started jerking me off and after a few minutes of her work, I let
took in a big breath, tensed up, and shot a small load on the river bank.
Everyone was happy they had proof my parts worked

Since Katmatixi had chores to do around his house, I went to find my dad.

We were working in his lab when I arrived at our hut.

"How was your night, Peter."

"It was fine. Katmatixi had chores to do at his house and I came to get
some fishing gear so we can fish later today."

"Take what you need and I like the way you're dressed," he said.

This was the first time my dad had seen my new duds, the belt Katmatixi mom
made for me last night.

I walked over to him and he inspected the craftsmanship used to make my
waist binding.

"Very nice," he said. " I do see a problem with it, however," he
said. "Your butt is white as is your groin area. You look like a
white-tailed deer. Let me put some sun tan lotion on until you build up a
tan up like the other boys."

"Turn around," he said as he took out a tube of lotion and squeezed some on
my ass. As he rubbed it on my tush, he paused. I could feel him spreading
my cheeks as he looked at my new love can.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I said "better than ok. I like my friends and we do lots of great
stuff." I replied.

"All willingly?" he asked.

"Dad, there is nothing we have done that I haven't enjoyed. The guys are
great."

"Well, your anus is a bit swollen so be nice to it for a day or so and
enjoy yourself. Just be careful."

"I will need to get a belt like yours eventually but right now I like my
shorts and modesty.  Check in with me later today and be careful with your
butt. In addition, just so you remember, we need to get you back to school
soon. I have your books and I think we will start next week,"

I let out a sigh and grabbed four fishing lines, some hooks, and a few
sinkers and off I went to find my friends.

We didn't bring fishing poles from the States, they were too bulky, but we
had fishing lines wrapped around a plastic holder. I wanted to see if we
could get some bigger fish from the river.

An hour later, we were off. This time, we didn't have the little kids with
us, but Katmatixi brother joined our group. Ipi was bigger than we were. He
looked stronger than we did with a body chiseled with muscles. His balls
hung down and looked like they supported two testicles the size of walnuts.
He had a nice bush considering that the Xingu were not a hairy people. A
light line of pubic hair ran from just below his belly button to his
groin. He was the same boy who watched us fuck the night before and jerked
off after we came.

We canoed up the river to another place the boys said had many fish. Like
the last time, we went into the water and beat with the sticks we had
cut. More milky poison seeped out, spreading in the little lagoon. Soon
small fish popped to the surface, and like the last time, the boys gathered
the fish and put them in the basket. They were the makings of a stew.

Then we played in the water. Since Ipi was the biggest kid among us, we
spent a lot of time seeing if the four of us could dunk him. He tossed us
around as if we were matchsticks.

After an hour of messing around in the water, we headed for the beach and
lay under a big tree. It was hot. Typical weather in our part of the Amazon
saw a low of 85 and a high of 100, day after day. In the wet season, we
would see rain storms that dropped three or four inches of rain an hour.
It was hot and it was only ten in the morning.

We lay on our backs and before long, we were sleeping.

I woke up an hour later and found Ynwipo and Ipi giving each other blow
jobs. They were going at it hard and heavy. Each of them was a
moaner. Finally, I could see Ipi's body tense and relax. I figured he had
cum semen dripping from the corners of his mouth as he just hung on to
Ipi's dick like a calf on his mother's tit.  Then Ynwipo's tensed and
came. His load was easily swallowed by Ipi.

Of course, watching them gave the rest of us a boner. Nevertheless, we had
work to do and play time was over.

I took out my fishing lines and explained how to use them. The boys were
amazed at the braided fishing line and marveled at the steel hooks so it
took a while to get on task again. I showed them the hooks and I tried the
hooks to the line. Then I showed them the sinkers and how to place them on
the fishing line. Lastly, I took a fish from the basket and hooked it in
the tail. The boys followed my lead.

I went to the river edge, where I though the water might be deep and tossed
in my bait and waited.  The boys, after many tangles, followed my lead. We
all sat on the river bank chatting about people in the village and the
girls. Like boys everywhere, girls were a big topic for the boys.

Suddenly my line started to move against the river current.

I quickly stood up and let the line slip through my fingers. The boys saw
me stand up and the line move and got excited. I waited until I thought the
fish had swallowed the bait and then I pulled hard setting the hook. The
fish never had a chance. The line we were using was a thirty-pound line and
although the fish swam this way and that, I steadily moved him toward me on
the bank. Soon he was flopping around in the ten-inch deep water. The boys
jumped into the water and threw the fish on the land. The fish continued to
flop about when Ynwipo picked up a club and bashed him in the head with
it. I had to remember, this wasn't fishing for fun. This was fishing so
their families and village could eat.

Over the next hour, we caught a number of decent sized fish. Ikpeng`s fish
was the biggest at perhaps twenty pounds. The rest were in the fourteen to
the sixteen-pound range. They were by far the biggest fish the boys had
ever caught.

We placed them in the canoes and went back home. When we arrived at the
village, the boys brought the fish to each of their homes. I took my fish
to my dad. He congratulated me on my catch and wanted to know if I need
help fileting the fish.  When I told him, "yes" he took one of the knives
and together we put the fish on a table outside our hut.

As we started to filet the fish, the villages told us "No" we were wasting
fish.  My dad compromised and filet one side and gave the rest of the fish
to our neighbors. They immediately took the fish and placed it whole on hot
coals and cooked it. That evening everyone in the village had fish. Most of
the village added it to a vegetable stew already cooking. We had broiled
fish and it was delicious. Dad shared his filet with the boys and they
enjoyed eating it.

I told my friends they could keep the fishing line and hooks. Those items
became important for feeding the village. Some of the men looked at the
fishing line so longingly that my dad took some out of our storage and gave
them away. That gift along, with the sharp knives, brought us closer to the
village. While we still had some servants to cook and hunt for us, the
women of the village provided most of our vegetables and food for the rest
of the year. We were becoming part of the village as both sides shared.

I was invited to sleep at Ynwipo house but when I got there Ynwipo`s mother
asked me to seat near her. She had noticed some mosquitos bothering me and
wanted to paint me with the village mosquito repellent. She decorated my
chest and arms with black dye. The dye was a repellent as well as a way to
decorate your body. She had me stand up and decorated my thighs with the
dots in a design unique to this village. Then I turned around and she did
my back and butt as well. When she was done, I looked like an
eleven-year-old member of the Xingu. Luckily, I didn't bone as she was
painting me. When I showed my dad what she had done, he grabbed his camera
and took pictures of my newly painted body.

That evening the village had a dance to celebrate all the fish we boys had
caught. Like before, the village girls got in a long line and danced around
the fire as the men beat on the drums. When it came time for the men to
dance, Ipi took my arms and dragged me into the center and I danced with
the men. The steps were simple and repetitive so after a while, I could
keep up with them and didn't look like a jerk dancing.

Later, the girls and women joined in the dance and again I didn't feel at
all foolish dancing. I was a little concerned when I partnered with a girl
thirteen or fourteen. She had the nicest tits, the size of a large orange
and they bounced up and down as we danced. As I looked down, I could see
her pubic hair, in the shape of a triangle. She knew I was starting at her
puss and didn't attempt to hide her vagina. I started to bone and she
smiled. Lucky for me the dance ended and I saved myself from boning up in
public, although nothing would have been said. I think she liked me.

Later, I asked Ipi who she was and if she could join us swimming or
fishing. He said he would arrange it for me. However, he also said the best
way to meet her was to wait for the next dance. I should dance with her and
then ask her if she wanted to come with me to one of the houses so we could
talk. I did that at the next dance and that is how I lost my virginity to a
girl when I was twelve. However, that's another story.

The dance went on most of the night. I danced all the time it seemed and
between the dancing and the buzz I had from the village beer, I was ready
for bed. Ipi said he would go back with me to Ynwipo hut. I didn't need his
help but said "Yes" when he put his hand on my ass as we walked toward
Ynwipo house. I was horny after dancing with the girl and knew Ipi was
horny by just the way he touched my ass. By the time we got to Ynwipo home,
we were both a little boned. We climbed up the ramp and found my hammock
when he turned me around and kissed me. I didn't realize the Xingu even
knew how to kiss. I had never seen anyone in the village kiss so I was
surprised when he did it to me. I kissed him back. I could feel his
fourteen-year-old cock spring to life and soon his six inches were rubbing
my thigh.

We both fell to the floor. We rolled about on a grass weaved mat as he
continued to kiss me and then took my cock into his hands.