Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2016 15:58:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith 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. I enjoy getting emails so if you like this story, let me know. If you have ideas where this story should go, I'd like to hear them. Nifty can use your financial support so if you can send them some money. 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.