Stone Age Boys

Seth was sitting by a campfire outside. He was only wearing a loincloth and some leather sandal-like shoes. He wasn't cold. It was a hot summer afternoon, and the fire was lovely and warm as well. As he looked around, he could see two open buildings, made from timber, clay and straw. Behind him, on a small rise, there was a larger structure that resembled a barn. It was where he had slept the previous two nights.

He was staying at Urval, a reconstructed Stone Age settlement, for a week. He was there with friends from his archaeology club. They spent a week at Urval twice a year, dressed in Stone Age clothing, eating Stone Age food, and doing Stone Age things. It was a bit like re-enactment. During the day, visitors and tourists would pay a visit to see the settlement come to life with the kids and their adult supervision. Even the adults were dressed historically!

Seth had the option of wearing any number of outfits. Many people believe that the Stone Age was limited in terms of fashion. They had already discovered weaving, using either processed plant fibers or gathered wool. Sure, it wasn't Gucci, but it protected you from the elements. And, if you were particularly inventive, you could color your clothes by soaking them in things like boiling onion peels or specific clays.

Most of the other kids were dressed in simple tunic like garments, covering most of them, with a woven band around their middle to keep everything in place. There were fourteen of them in this camp, twelve boys, two girls. Ranging between nine and sixteen years of age. Two adults were providing supervision, even though Seth was convinced he was by now quite experienced enough to provide for himself. He could fish, he knew how to grind wheat and bake bread. Hygiene was also not very difficult, just jump in the lake each day to get clean. And you can brush your teeth quite well with a well chewed up stick. He didn't need an adult to tell him all that, thank you very much. Kids his age, ten, had quite a lot of responsibilities in the Stone Age. At least, that's what he had been taught. People didn't get very old, so he figured it only made sense that you were considered grown up and responsible earlier as well.

Seth fiddled with a stick in his hand. He'd spent the majority of the day carving a razor-sharp point on it and hardening it in the fire. The point had become as hard as a rock and as sharp as an arrow. It would make an excellent fishing spear. He got up and decided to put it to the test. The lake had a small stream running off of it a few minutes' walk from camp. It was shallow and crystal clear, and you could see fish swimming upstream or downstream on a regular basis. He'd decided to put an end to one of those fish's journey early today.

As he walked across the stubble of harvested reeds, his leather footwear kept his feet from getting hurt. They had just finished repairing one of the roofs and had harvested the reeds right next to the stream. This meant he now had a path meandering through the remaining reeds, all the way to the stream he wanted to visit. It was peaceful in the way that only nature can be peaceful. You could hear a variety of things if you paid attention. Reeds rustled, water murmured, but all those inconsequential sounds seemed to emphasize how quiet it was, and how alone he was.

He arrived at the water's edge and decided to remove his shoes before entering the water. The stream's bottom was all smooth pebbles, nothing he expected to hurt his feet on. And he was certain the leather would not welcome a soak. When it dried, it would become extremely hard.

The water reached just above his knees as he stepped into it. He carefully positioned himself in a spot where he could easily see any passing fish. He stood as still as a tree, holding the spear at the ready.

That lasted just over five minutes; ten-year-olds aren't known for their patience. Another thing they lack is a large bladder. The sound of the water rustling past was working its magic on his bladder, and he soon found himself hopping from leg to leg, scaring away any passing fish.

Seth quickly put away the spear on the shore. He took a careful look around; he was definitely alone. He pulled the front of his loin cloth down, relieved that he wasn't wearing anything complicated. He grabbed his boy-sized penis and let go into the stream with a sigh of relief. The pee was carried away from him, and he felt like he just kept going. Suddenly, he heard some rustling to his right. Startled, he tried to stop peeing, but once it's going, it's going. He saw a head poking through the reeds now, it was one of his camping buddies, Ralph.

Ralph was a half-year older than Seth and had only recently joined the archeology club; this was his first re-enactment camp. Despite being a few months Seth's senior, he was a little shorter in stature. He also had a messy mop of red hair.

Seth didn't have a choice; he could either turn away, but then he'd be peeing on his own legs. Alternatively, he could let nature take its course for however long his bladder required to empty itself. He remembered he was in a Stone Age camp, and surely boys in the Stone Age wouldn't be surprised to see each other naked? That had always seemed like a very modern taboo to him.

Getting into character, he actually turned a little towards Ralph and pretended to try and hit him with his piss stream, pretending not to care that he was being observed.

Ralph tried to step away instinctively, but his foot got caught in a reed bundle and he tripped. With a big splash, he landed in the water, which was surely full of Seth's pee. He struggled to get up, his woven tunic soaking wet and a horrified expression on his face.

"I got your pee all over me!" Ralph exclaimed, visibly shocked.

Seth's overflowing bladder had finally relented, and his stream had trickled to a stop. He quickly tucked his dick back into his loincloth. He couldn't stop laughing at the whole situation. Ralph had tried to catch him off guard and ended up being the one who was lying in the water that was carrying away his pee!

He stepped closer to Ralph and tugged a little at the tunic, now soaking wet and clinging to his camp-buddy. "You wanna get that washed out," Seth said.

"Yeah, right, I'll just throw it in the washing machine," Ralph cried, throwing his hands up in despair. "Oh, wait, we're in the sodding Stone Age!" he let follow in a sarcastic tone.

Seth pointed to the stream they were standing in. "Actually, you're standing in the washing machine. Just get your tunic off and rinse it. Look, there's even some soapwort right there, we can get it soapy, if you want," Seth told Ralph.

Ralph paused for a moment. He was well aware that he, like the majority of the boys, was dressed in Stone Age garb beneath his tunic. That is, no underwear. Of course, you had to remain true to the period. 'On that ass' was still a few millennia away.

Seth reasoned that he knew why Ralph was hesitating. He'd worn the roughspun tunics before and knew that almost all boys wore them without undies. Since he had already been on display, he bravely pulled off his loincloth. "Look, I'll join you; my cloth could also use a good rinse," he said, twirling his loincloth around his finger.

Ralph's mouth dropped open; he hadn't expected Seth to simply strip naked. Granted, he hadn't been wearing much to begin with, and seeing each other naked wasn't unusual at Stone Age camp, but getting naked on purpose was still a bit of a surprise. He had to admit that he felt less awkward about getting naked now, so he began undoing his woven belt. It had become rather stuck, however, due to the fact that it was now all wet.

Seth splashed the last few steps towards Ralph and began helping undo the belt. They worked together to untangle it, and it slipped off. Seth only had a few seconds to grab it before it was swept away in the water. He threw the belt to the shore, where it landed safely in a patch of grass right next to the water's edge.

With that hurdle cleared, the boys proceeded to peel Ralph's clinging tunic off. Seth grabbed the bottom of his tunic as he stretched his arms out. Seth yanked, and Ralph attempted to take a step back. The tunic slipped off with a loud slurp, and Ralph landed butt first in the stream, the water reaching halfway up his chest.

Both boys were laughing and panting at this point. It was all so ridiculous. The discomfort of being naked had already faded. It was amazing how quickly the Stone Age mindset took hold of the two kids.

"Here you go, 'Naked Warrior'. Go wash!" Seth said as he tossed the wet tunic to Ralph.

Ralph liked his new Stone Age nickname, Naked Warrior. It might be hard to explain to the other boys and girls. But, he believed, Seth should have a nickname as well. He took a close look at Seth, trying to come up with a name for him. Seth was a little taller than himself, with blonde hair, and despite being in the water, he looked positively filthy. He could see dried mud in the boy's hair, reed clinging to him, and ash or charcoal smudges on his face. He instinctively looked down and noticed Seth's small cock. Wait a minute, it was slowly rising! It was still a real boy's cock at ten, but a hard nail was a hard nail. And, as with yawns, one erection led to another. Ralph was relieved to be obscured by the water as he felt himself harden.

Seth had noticed Ralph examining him and found it strangely exciting. He felt his cheeks flush, which was an odd feeling with his feet still firmly set in the cold stream. Slowly, he felt the warmth spread southward, and he could tell he was getting a woody. He was determined, as a brave Stone Age boy, to show his friend what kind of man he was! He allowed himself to go fully hard, and he was surprised to see that Ralph never took his eyes off of him. He struck a hero pose with his hands in his sides.

"Little Spear!" Seth was caught off guard by Ralph's sudden exclamation.

"Huh, what do you mean?" Seth inquired.

"Your nickname. You need a Stone Age name as well," Ralph explained. "If you're going to call me Naked Warrior, I'll call you Little Spear!"

Seth hesitated for a moment, his pride slightly wounded by being referred to as a "little" spear. He had seen some of the older boys naked this camp, and he had to admit, he had some growing to do before he was as big a spear as them.

He pushed down on his tiny hard nail and made it jump up, "Okay, I accept. Little Spear it is!"

He grabbed Ralph's hand again to hoist him up, and before Ralph could think about it, he was back on his feet, displaying his own erection. Despite being shorter than Seth, his penis was slightly longer. He was also circumcised, whereas Seth was not. His small cock head was bright red, almost like his hair. And, speaking of hair, he was an early bloomer and was already sprouting the very first few hairs right above the base of his penis.

Seth had noticed as well, and he had reached over to touch the downy hairs before he could stop himself. Softly brushing his hand over them, he inadvertently caressed Ralph's spear.

Ralph couldn't keep a moan from escaping his lips, and his knees buckled for a brief moment. He'd never been touched like this before by anyone else. He'd experimented with his tool a few times before. Even though it was a lot of fun, it didn't compare to the almost electric sensation he had just felt. As Seth started pulling his hand away, startled by Ralph's moan, he quickly grabbed Seth's hand and put it right back where it had been.

Seth immediately grabbed the other boy's hard penis. It was a perfect fit for his hand. It was funny to feel a dick without a foreskin, and he wondered how Ralph rubbed it up and down. He didn't seem to have much skin to work with. He softly grabbed it, his hand still wet from the water, and slid up and down a little. As long as he didn't squeeze too hard, the water worked as a lubricant. Ralph moaned again, this time in a guttural, prehistoric manner.

{The Stone Age spirit is strong in this one!}, Seth thought, hearing it with a kind of Yoda voice in his head.

"Naked Warrior is ready for battle!" Seth said admiringly.

"Little Spear isn't doing bad himself," Ralph replied.

Seth grabbed Ralph's hand. He didn't want to be left behind. He was well aware of how much fun he could have with his wiener, and he was eager to find out what it would be like to have someone else touch him. "Little Spear wants to join the battle," he said, placing Ralph's hand on his own hard nail. “Please?”

Both boys were completely unaware of what was going on around them by this point. Fortunately, Ralph's tunic had become caught up behind a rock in the water. Neither of them had had much attention to what was happening with their garments as they were now fully focused on each other's bodies and willies.

Ralph was mimicking Seth in an instant, moving his hand up and down on Seth's cock. He carefully tried to get Seth's head to poke out, but his foreskin was too tight to allow that. It was nice to have so much skin to hold that you could just slide it up and down over his dick like a glove. It was a strange contrast to feel something so hard covered by something so soft.

He eased his fingers down and felt Seth's tiny young nutsack. It was pulled up tight to his body, most likely due to the cold of the water, but also possibly due to the excitement of what they were doing right now.

Ralph wouldn't have minded for this moment to last forever, but, at his age, and with his level of excitement, he would have to contend with a just a minute of fun. He felt a familiar tingling sensation in his groin, and the next thing he knew, his young cock was pulsing through a dry orgasm. His legs almost gave out beneath him as he attempted to push his hips closer to Seth.

Seth, realizing what was going on, couldn't take it any longer. Still too young to produce any cum, he felt the sparks rushing through his body, through his groin and straight into Ralph's hand. Ralph continued to pump up and down, but Seth had become extremely sensitive. He quickly drew away, and Ralph let his hand fall to his side, somewhat disappointed. Both boys were panting heavily at this point.

"Naked Warrior, I think we have won!" Seth gasped.

"Little Spear, I'll gladly go to battle with you any time!" Ralph replied in spirit.

Becoming aware of their surroundings again, Ralph bent down to get his tunic from the rock behind which it had gotten stuck. Seth picked some of the soapwort leaves and crushed them together.

Seth rubbed the leaves over Ralph's tunic as Ralph held it in place on the rock. To Ralph's surprise, he could see a small amount of foam appear.

"Little Spear is wise for his age!" he said, appreciatively.

"Naked Warrior will be too, some day," Seth replied, "if he manages to keep his clothes on!"

Of course, that remark demanded a retort, and Ralph splashed cold water from the stream at Seth.

Within moments, both boys were engaged in a water fight, gripping each other tightly and attempting to push each other into the water. Their wet bodies slid against each other. They resembled the oiled boys wrestling in Roman times.

Neither of them managed to get the upper hand, so, after a few minutes, they were left standing in the middle of the stream, in each others arms, panting.

Ralph had enjoyed the opportunity to roughhouse a little. Normally, he'd only have his older brother to do that with. Even though he'd only been at camp for two days, he was already missing his brother. And, despite the fact that both boys were naked, they were sufficiently satisfied from their previous frisky adventure not to be awkwardly aroused again. Sometimes, wrestling is just wrestling.

Ralph let go of Seth, "Naked Warrior is going to check on his clothing," he said. As he stepped over to his tunic, he picked it up and sniffed it. It smelt a bit floral, definitely no pee scent anywhere. "It's clean!" he yelled back at Seth.

Seth snatched the belt from the other side, along with the bit of fabric that was his loincloth. He hadn't really needed to wash it, but it was a good excuse to get naked.

"Little Spear is not going to wrap his spear in a wet cloth." he told Ralph. “It might rot away!” he finished.

Ralph tried wringing as much water out of his tunic as he could before hanging it over a branch to dry.

Thinking that was a very good idea, Seth quickly hung his loincloth next to Ralph's tunic.

"Now what?" he asked Ralph.

"Weren't you fishing when I got here?" Ralph asked. "We could give that another go?"

Seth shrugged. It was a good idea, and it was why he had come here in the first place. As they picked up the spear, both boys remained naked. They took turns holding the spear and waiting for a fish to pass. They stood still in place and took turns passing over the spear every few minutes.

They had plenty of time to talk and get to know each other better because they had to wait for both the fish and their clothes.

Ralph yelled something very prehistoric, and he furiously stabbed the spear into the water, just as Seth was about to tell Ralph about his experiences at camp last year. It seemed to wriggle around for a moment before stopping. Lifting the spear, both boys saw a large, fat fish that had been speared all the way through, right behind the head.

"Wow! Naked Warrior has caught fish for the tribe!" Seth said, slipping back into their neo-lithic cosplay.

Ralph held the spear high in the air. "Food for the tribe!" he yelled, chuffed with himself.

He drew back the spear and examined the fish more closely. "I believe it's a trout," he said. The fish glistened in the sunlight and had a rainbow-like shimmer running across its skin.

Seth thought about it for a moment, he really had no idea. He only knew it looked good and fat. "I dunno, looks tasty!" he exclaimed to Ralph.

"Should we, ehm, skin it, gut it, or whatever?" Ralph inquired, almost hoping for a negative response. It was one thing to catch a fish, but the thought of having to cut open an animal, even if it was a fish, freaked him out just a little.

To his relief. Seth shook his head. "Nah, better have one of the counselors do that. You need a really sharp knife for that," he told Ralph. "However, we shouldn't wait too long; the guts need to come out quickly if we're going to be able to cook it."

Ralph examined their clothing, which still appeared to be dripping wet.

"I'm never going to be able to get that back on, still wet," he said.

Seth plucked his loincloth from the tree. It had dried slightly, but it was still quite wet. He could wear it, but he preferred not to.

"I, Little Spear, dare you, Naked Warrior, to return to the tribe with our catch...," Seth began. "Naked!" he giggled, as ten-year-olds do when they mention anything related to poo, piss, or being naked.

Ralph considered for a moment. They were re-enacting the Stone Age after all. There were no more visitors or tourists around this time of day.

"Deal! But Little Spear will do the same!" Ralph replied by extending his hand in response to the challenge. Seth quickly grabbed it in agreement, and the two of them shook hands. Which was as good as a solemn oath.

"I'll carry our clothes," Seth said. "You should bring the fish with you. It's your catch."

Both boys gathered their belongings and returned up the maze-like path through the reeds. It took them nearly ten minutes to get back to camp. Seth grabbed Ralph's shoulder as they were about to walk past the final row of bushes. "Are you sure?" he inquired, sounding hesitant himself.

"Naked Warrior is proud of his name!" Ralph exclaimed as he boldly stepped forward into the camp, where nearly all of the children and adults had gathered by this point. For a brief moment, there was silence, but then laughter could be heard. Seth quickly stepped forward, not wanting his friend to be alone, and took a stand next to him.

"We are Naked Warrior and Little Spear!" Seth declared. "We're bringing the tribe food!"

Ralph raised the spear, displaying the large, fat trout.

The laughter quickly gave way to applause and appreciative sounds. What a catch, a real fish! They could hear the other kids exclaiming about how big it was! Seth was hoping and thinking they were talking about his little spear for a moment, before realizing they were talking about the fish. Oh well, he should be proud of his nickname as well.

One of the adults quickly came over to collect the fish, telling the boys that he'd gut it and get it ready to grill over the fire.

Seth and Ralph walked over to the campfire and joined the other kids around the fire after putting their clothes away. They were both still undressed.

One of the girls stood up, walked over to Seth, and sat down next to him. Close enough for her bare legs to brush against his. "I like your little spear," she whispered softly in his ear.

Seth's face turned bright red. He'd never been approached by a girl like this before. He didn't know what to make of it. His mind was still reeling from his adventure with Ralph. His little spear quickly grew into a more prominent spear, and he drew his legs up a little so it wasn't too obvious to everyone. But he couldn't keep it from the girl.

"Too bad 'Soft Mama Bear' already has a boyfriend," she sighed. There was definitely an undercurrent of regret in there. She stood up and returned to where the other girl was still sitting. Seth could see her leaning over and whispering something to the other girl behind her hand. The other girl's eyes shot up and she looked at Seth for a brief moment before quickly averting her gaze and attempting to focus on something other than him.

Ralph nudged Seth in the side and moved his mouth to his ear. "Naked Warrior sees he has competition," he whispered.

Seth's face turned bright red for a second time. "Nah, girls are stupid!" he exclaimed. "I'd rather have a real warrior!"

His hand had slid behind Ralph's back and squeezed a naked butt cheek. Ralph nearly jumped from where he was sitting, causing Seth to burst out laughing. Fortunately, laughing helped him get out of his awkward situation. He wondered what boys in the real Stone Age would have done if something like this happened to them.

That night, both boys, as well as the majority of the other kids, ate their grilled catch. The fact that they had caught the fish themselves made it taste even better. As the evening grew darker, both boys dressed up again to keep warm. They returned to the barn to sleep beneath soft furs when they finally became too sleepy, and laid down beneath soft furs.

Their dreams were filled with adventure, huge fish that needed to be caught, and happy memories of what had happened in the stream between the two boys, causing both boys to wake up in the middle of the night rather excited. While everyone else was still sleeping, or so they hoped, they quietly grabbed each other's hard peckers beneath the furs and tried as hard as they could to stifle their moans when they reached another climax. Finally satisfied, both boys fell asleep for the rest of the night, arms still entangled.

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