Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 15:35:48 +0100 From: Netaji K Subject: Crab Catcher -1 Ref - son koli , Group initiation from Nifty Sub:- Crab catcher This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between a men and a young boys. If this offends you, please leave. If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material, then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person alive or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. This story is theproperty of the author and no copying or posting to any other website ispermitted without the author's written consent. Don't forget: Nifty makes it possible for stories like this to exist in an open place on the internet. They have an army of people working to keep the site updated 24/7 and cannot do it without our support. Please, donate whatever you can to keep this library alive: https://donate.nifty.org Crab catcher Son Koli, is Koli tribe, mainly into fishing, crab catching etc. Though they were living very near to sea shore, around Mumbai, they always maintened their own culture, and not to get influenced by city culture. He was not very brilliant, 9th grader student, but smart enough to pass, all the exams, without fail. Because of his age and easy going nature, he could mix up with juniors as well as seniors comfortably. His daily routine was simple. Attend school, play sometime after school is over, come home, have dinner, change clothes and go for crab catching. For crab catching, night time was the best, since crab use to come out in the open, at night. Though, they knew the marshy land around, a wooden torch was always carried. Crab use to get attracted, to the light of the torch, and come out. With so many years of practice, he was now expert in catching crabs. He used to go, alone at 9:00 p.m., into the marshy area. Because of the low tide, mangrove got exposed, and Sonba used, this opportunity to, catch the crabs, which have come out in the open, stuck in the mangroves. Sonba was very proud of his culture and used to participate, in every cultural activity. At 13, he was at the right age, to mingle with anyone, younger or older, male or female. Height of 5'4"", was considered normal, in their community. Generally, in their community, they had a tendency of hairless and dark skin. Surka ( knee length lungi , worn in the triangular shape, from hips to knees) and tee shirt, was there normal attire. Elders used to wear, shorts inside their surka. At 13, Sonba never felt the need, to wear shorts inside. Surka use to expose his boyish, but muscular body, like his shapely thighs and calf. His main asset was his bum. Round and plump. Triangular shape of surka, used to accentuate his butt, even more. You can safely say that, he had the,' dream boy' physic Tonight also after finishing his dinner, he went to chat with his friends around the corner. It was routine where senior boys and junior boys used to hang around. At 9.00 pm, he came home to pick up his torch and a cloth bag, to put his catch. After walking some distance, he ignited his wooden torch. Today he had decided to go to the Northern side, of marshy land. Mangroves were dence there, foreshore ( foreshore is the zone between the mean low water (MLW) and the seaward beach berm), was bigger in area, and so the possibility, of getting good catch was more. Also, it was considerably remote. Estuarine bars ( Estuarine bars occur where ebb- and flood-dominated channels meet. It's elevation keep it dryer than surrounding area, and easy to walk on) had cris crossed the whole area. Sonba would walk to certain point and get down to the perticular section of mangroves. What he didn't know was, tonight he was being followed, buy someone who had, ulterior motives, and was looking for, different type of 'catch'. He could follow Sonba easily, because of, Sonba's tourch light. After selecting the perfect spot, Sonba rooted his wooden torch in the wet ground, and started working. Suddenly he found, a strong hand pressed on his mouth, and other, around his neck. Sonba couldn't move. Calling for help was useless, as this was remoteest part of mangroves. He didn't know, what anyone can, rob him off. Swiftly, the attacker took out rope, and tied Sonba's hands, behind his back. Everything happened very fast, and before Sonba came to know, he was pressed against, estuarine bar's , sloping ground. Now, neither he was standing, nor he was flat on the ground. You can say, he was lying down on a sloping ground. Still, he was unsure about the motive of the attacker. He didn't have anything, valuable, nor he had crabs, that one may want. He was totally unaware, of his most valuable asset, his bubble butt. Because of his typical position, and the triangular opening of the surka, his bubble butt was completely exposed. The attacker removed his own tee shirt and put it, over Sonba's head. Now Sonba was totally helpless, clueless. About cluelessness, he didn't have to wait. He felt the warm touch of attacker's face, on his bum. This was totally unexpected. What the hell is going on, down there? There has to be, something wrong with this guy. The guy was, searching something. He parted the buns, Sonba spread his legs wide, so that, the search will be over soon, and he will be free, to go ahead, with his crab catching business. Something warm and wet, touched his poop hole. He was confused with the identity. But soon found out that, the attacker was licking his poop hole. A mad man, completely mad man. Here onwards, the scene started changing. Attacker's fingers were massaging, his ball sac. First time, he found out that, he was aroused. How could he get excited, with such a disgusting act? Roaming fingers found his, 4" stiff cock. According to him, this was his, most favourite toy. Every night, he used to fondle it, while everyone was asleep. But not to the limit, where he would ejaculate. He was yet to find out, wonders of ejaculation. Mad man at the back gate was, literally munching on his anal mouth. His anal lips were inflamed, because of the stubble of that mad man. Mad man withdrew and stood up. The tee shirt was removed from his head and, same was stuffed in his mouth. Sonba felt, something hard and blunt touching his bum. Actually, it was tentatively touching him, in the cleft. Now the picture was very clear. This blunt object must be attacker's cock. He must have wanted to put it in his bum. How could that be? His bum hole was too small and that cock was huge. But Sonba had experienced, the strength of those hands. Same hands, released Sonba's hands and tied in the front again. The mad man, positioned his cock, at the anal gate and applied pressure. Sonba was confident that, nothing will happen. The fingers went to Sonba's cock and squeezed it. Sonba yelped, in stuffed cloth. In process of focusing on the cock, he had lost the focus on his anal mouth. His anal muscles relaxed and, the cock head slipped in. He yelped again in continuation with the first one. And then, there was a chain of yelpings. The inflammation he had felt was nothing, infront of these, piercing pains. He knew he was going to die. This mad man had, one of his hands, around his chest, while the other one was encasing his 4" cock. The penetrating cock was gaining entry, inch by inch. Unbearable and searring pains, was the only point, in his mind. Sonba could feel, the shivers in mad man's body. Mad man stood still, frozen in place. Sonba gave a sigh of relief. Once he understood that the cock was not moving, he relaxed his contracted anal muscles. That was a BIG mistake. The cock suddenly lurched forward, and reached the destination. Tears were flowing, now the yelp was replaced by sobs. His teeth were chattering. He was held in an iron grip. He couldn't move his hips, sideways. Only movement possible was, front and back. The cock must have liked this movement. It enlarged in appreciation. That cock touched some knot in Sonba's chute. Sonba's body vibrated uncontrollably. Unable to see, unable to yell, unable to move, Sonba was frustrated as it is, but this current passing through his body was, tipping point. Exhausted with the struggle, his body went limp. But his cock, disobeyed him and ejaculated, with tremendous force, as if, the whole system melted and spewed out of his cock, in to the palms of the attacker. Attacker's cock was, continuously smooching the knot, in his chute. There was exilarating feeling, the moment it touched. Sonba's mind was enjoying but body was exhausted. Attacker must have fucked him, for 20 more minutes. Sonba's cock came alive again, maybe with the expectation of, one more climax. Then the speed of fucking, increased, with more powerful fucking. The grip became more strong on Sonba's body. Attacker squeezed, Sonba's muscles, creating marks on Sonba's body. It was too much for,13 year old boy. He reached, his second climax. His anus was screaming, because of pains. The attacker bit his ear.His boy body was exhausted. Mind went numb. But he felt, the cock in his chute, ejaculating. The warm liquid, soothing the walls. The cock throbbed in Sonba's chute. Sonba lost his consciousness. The cock left the cozy place. Sonba regained consciousness after 15 minutes. He struggled to stand, but had to take support. Had to rush back, before the torch die down. With great efforts, he stood up and started walking, towards his home. A figure in the shadow,was observing him silently. It followed Sonba to his home and then, vanished in the thin air. Thank God, everyone was sleeping. And Sonba, didn't need to give any explanation of his, ravaged physical condition. Look forward to hearing what you think! Remember, anytime, anywhere - hit netajimk@gmail.com