Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2016 17:38:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Amazon Boys Chpter 0ne A new story. This is a story about a young boy, 11, who travels into the Amazon Rain forest with his dad. They met a tribe of Indians who don't seem to have any boundaries around sex. This is about the boy's adventures with his new found friends. Nifty needs your financial support to keep these stories online. Help if you can. As always emails are welcome. Your comments can change the direction a story goes and they do encourage me to continue to write. ***************************************************************************** Amazon Boys Chapter 1 Between the hot sun and the drone of the outboard motor, I was half asleep. We had been traveling for almost a week. First, from the USA to Peru. Then we boarded a flight to Iquitos. At Iquitos, we boarded a nice craft that ordinarily would bring tourist into the Amazon. The boat would take us into the Amazon Rain forest with all our equipment. We were on this boat for almost a week. When the large boat could not go any further, we transferred all our equipment into dugout canoes with outboard motors and went down the river some more. We were heading for the Ticunity Betana Indigenous Area, deep in the heart of the Amazon forest. "Dad, how much longer?" I asked. "Well, I'm not sure. If the Xingu are where we think they are, four days. If not, we look for them and god only knows how long that will be." My dad works at a major university. He heads up the Anthropology Department and is a big time scientist. He discovered this tribe years ago but now that I was eleven, he was letting me join him on his third research trip. He was lucky enough to get a major grant so we could afford to go for up to a year. It took almost a year of preparations to find the right equipment and get all the permits for us to study the Xingu. Since my mom was out of the picture, he decided this would be good for my education. So far it has been kind of boring. I was sitting in the canoe, with a big floppy hat on to protect me from the fierce sun, day dreaming. I was excited in the beginning. Hell, a plane trip and then on a really neat boat. Shit, I was on the Amazon River, that had to be cool, but it was also boring. I had no friends. No one to really talk to except my dad. Don't get me wrong. My dad is very cool and I love him to death. There is nothing we can't talk about and as long as my grades are good and I don't hurt anyone, he lets me do just about anything. Last year, for example, he came home early and my friend and I were in my bedroom, naked and with dicks as hard as nails, sucking each other, when he came into my bedroom. He took one good look at us and said, "Sorry boys. I just came in to ask Peter if he wanted to go out to dinner tonight. You can join us if your folks say its ok, Fred." Both Fred and I freaked out when he opened my bedroom door. Fred grabbed some of my bedding and covered himself. I just looked at my dad like a deer in the headlights. "Well," he said. "Yeah," I said and I heard an echo as Fred said "Yes, sir." Then he shocked us both by saying, "Well, carry on boys. Take your time and come down when you're done." After he closed the door, both Fred and I let out a nervous moan. "Dude, do you think he saw us," Fred asked. "Freddy, we were both in bed, naked and had hards on. My dick was in your mouth. He'd have to be blind not to have seen us." "Oh God. This is so embarrassing." "Well, we can do what he said and carry on or we can go down stairs and face the music." We were both still naked but our dicks were as flaccid as a night crawler. We got out of bed and dressed. We found my dad in his office. "Well, that was fast. Boys, I am really sorry that I interrupted you both. I hope you forgive me." "You mean you not pissed at us," said Fred. "No. Of course not." Both of us were about to cry. We knew we were busted good and didn't expect him to be sorry he interrupted us. He took us both into a big hug. "You're not going to tell my parents are you," asked Fred. He ended the hug and stood us both in front of him. "Fred, there is nothing to tell your parents about. What you did was normal and a big part of growing up. Sex is a big part of life and all humans are sexual. As long as no one was forced, I have no issue with you guys playing around. It's normal." By now both Fred and I had stopped crying and realized that my dad was not going to bust us to Fred's parents. He was cool with our playing around. "Ready for dinner? I called your parents, Fred and they are fine with you joining us. Now go wash your faces. It looks like you were crying for some reason. And boys, I was impressed with your dicks. They looked very nice for ten year olds," he said as he laughed. Both Fred and I groaned as we headed to the bathroom to wash our faces. "Peter, look at the big crocodile," yelled my dad from the other canoe. I woke up from my day dream to look at the bank as a twenty foot crocodile slid into the water. This was going to be an interesting year, I though. Four days later we on the bank of an unknown river ready to camp when my dad stopped and listened. "Peter, get the machetes and pots from the canoe," he said. He said something to the guides and they immediately went a few hundred yards into the jungle and strung a line between two trees. I dragged a box full of axes, machetes and pots into the clearing near the newly strung line. "Hang this stuff on the line," he said. We hung about five axes, a dozen machetes and four pots on the line. "Let's go back to the camp," he said. "Well, we may have found the group we were looking for. If they know me, they will show themselves in a few hours or day," he laughed. "If it's a new group, we just gave them a gift with the axes and stuff. Either way, we may have made contact." We slept under the tarps that night. We hoped that we would be meeting the group my dad had met a few years ago. All we could do is wait for them to make the first move. Nothing happened that night or the next. On the third morning, however, I woke up having to take a massive piss and shit. I climbed out of the tent and went out to the area we set up as a latrine. I pulled my shorts down and started to take a dump. My dick was hard but since I was not concerned about controlling where my stream went, I just released my piss and let it go. I was squatting down, my pants around my ankles; piss going every which place when I noticed bare feet a few yards away from me. I looked up and saw an Indian looking at me with a smile. He was naked except for a four finger wide belt on his waist and back tattoos on his arms. He also had black and red tattoos on his chest in various designs. From my position, I noticed he had a large set of balls and his dick was uncircumcised. He didn't seem to have much in the way of pubic hair and he didn't mind me staring at his privates only I guess around here they weren't much private about them. "DAD," I called. "We have a visitor." My dad rushed to me and let out a big smile. (For this story, I am going to give the English translating of what was said and not the Spanish or Xinguese since the reader is unfamiliar with the either language). In any event, my dad rushed out to me and when he saw our visitor, he smiled. "Pull up your shorts, Pete, and meet our host for the next year, Yampi." I didn't even realize my dad could speak the local language but he knew enough to welcome our visitor and ask him to come to our camp. Our guides were impressed with my dad. No one else in our party could speak the language but four years of studying the recording he made on his previous trips were paying off. After the two men hugged and greeted each other properly, dad asked Yampi if we could visit and stay in their village. Yampi said, "Yes but can you wait a few days so we can prepare for your arrival." My dad, of course, agreed. Yampi asked if some of his villages could visit our camp. Of course, we said yes. Yampi looked at me and smiled and told my dad that I had a nice little pisser. When my dad told me what Yampi said, I was a little embarrassed. Both adults laughed at my expense.