Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 20:10:10 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone Chapter 1 Dear reader, This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no adults are involved; except themselves when they grow up. English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiecent with the syntax. Any comment sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com" will be welcomed and answered. The story comes to you thru Nifty org. so we ask for you to cooperate with them by sending some donations. THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE ======================== by Al Peres PART 1 ---------- Chapter 1 ------------- Margarita Sierra had been born about the middle of the 19th Century. She was a real pure pretty Latin woman, with whitish flawless skin, an oval face, black waved hair and a pair of large black eyes that made many men dream about. She was the owner of a large ranch in California. The Spanish Emperor Charles V granted this large hacienda to his family in the 16th Century. Thru centuries, her family had added more lands and now it was one of the largest properties in fertile California. It was an honour of her family to never despise any person because of his race, skin's colour or religion; all of them were welcomed. She even had been engaged to marry a Sioux Indian. However, "the Man proposes and God disposes." She married a tall Scandinavian schoolmaster, Sven Larsen, who came to California looking for gold. With the time, they had seven children, four boys and three girls; unfortunately, only two boys and two girls reached puberty. The girls, Margarita and Leech married and went to live in New York and Baltimore, respectively, carrying with them their dowries. The boys, Peter and Olaf, managed the large property, though Olaf went to the University and became an Engineer- Architect, and Peter, after the secondary schooling, devoted his life to the ranch. Peter, as his mother, was very fond of books, spending long hours in their library, especially in winter. With the time, he became a reputable specialist on California's Geology, though he had never been into a College. Both were more than brothers, they were inseparable pals, like twins, though Olaf was one year younger than his brother Peter. This had married and had a boy, Karl and two girls, Jenifer and Julia. The three were blond with intense blue eyes. Olaf had three boys: Jeff, born in 1916 (the subject of this story) and twin boys, named Peter and Olaf, born one year later. Margarita lived with her son Peter in their large farmhouse, where she and her son, as a team, managed the large hacienda. This property was mostly dedicated to agriculture and horse breeding, though in some neighbour haciendas had preferred cattle, mostly cows; in one, the owners were extracting oil, a thing that Margarita hated. Currently, she was 67 y/o and very disappointed that most of her children and grandchildren had not inherited her flawless white skin and waived black hair, except her grandchild Jeff, the rest were blond as their grandfather Sven Larsen. He used to tease his adored wife, telling that Viking blood was stronger than Latin's; she always responded that she preferred intelligence to the skin's colour. They had been very happy during their lives together, and some times very sad, especially when they lost their children but always they remained united and in love until he passed away two years back. Some days before her grandson Jeff's 12th birthday, Olaf, his wife Jeanette and the three boys were travelling to the farm; that was fantastic for the children; they loved the place and especially their grandmother. Jeff would meet his ever-present thirteen-year-old cousin Karl; he had not seen him since a couple of weeks ago when they left their boarding school for summer's holidays. The twins always had the chance to carry out any imaginable prank, though as his brother Jeff, they adored their grandmother. They expected to spend the whole summer in the ranch, playing mostly with the devil twins, now 11 y/o. Since their birthday was separated only by one week, the parents agreed to celebrate it together, the first Saturday after 25th of May; in this case it was 27th. The arrival of the boys and his parents to the farm was a blessing for Margarita and Karl. Margarita deeply loved all of her grandchildren, though she felt something special for Jeff; he was equal to her but with larger eyes and eyelashes. The boy knew it and paid back with affection and special love his grandmother; however, he was very careful of demonstrating it when some of his brothers or cousins were present. The same happened with Sven in respect of Karl; the boy was a genuine Scandinavian, blond, blue eyes, tall and strong, though had not the beauty of his cousin. The grandparents were aware of these facts. Jeff, his parents, and the twins were travelling to the farm from the capital city where they lived. He was engrossed in his thoughts about his cousin Karl and in what he had taught him during the past two years. His dick got hard only thinking in the coming night. To his young mind came the figure of "Golden Hawk", the handsome Sioux old shaman, he liked this man; once, many years ago, he had been his grandmother's boyfriend. The house had empty rooms and everyone could have one, nevertheless, both cousins preferred to sleep in the same bedroom; it was like a prolongation of their boarding schoolroom. The twins also preferred to sleep in the same room and most of the nights in the same bed, though that was not strange for them. The 1927 model Ford-sedan car entered and stopped just at the front door. The twins jumped out from the car and ran to greet their girl cousins that hugged gladly the boys, though they were very shy with other persons; with these blond-haired boys, they were genuinely happy to see them. The girls eagerly wanted the boy's stay in the house to carry out together many pranks and something else. Jeff first visit was for his grandmother, no matter who was waiting for him. He left the car and climbed the carpeted stairs to the first floor, where she was reading in her well-provided and cosy library. She liked that room built with large windows and facing a tall oak tree that refreshed the Californian hot weather in summer. She had heard the car and recognized very well the noisy caused by the boy as he climbed the stairs, two steps at a time. "Abuela!!!" The boy shouted with love as he hugged and kissed the old lady, using the Spanish word instead of the English grandmother or granny. Like many Californians, both spoke fluently Spanish and maintained this language, especially when they were alone. "How is my beautiful boy? If I was fifty years younger I would marry you! The boy laughed loudly and hugged again his grandmother, and then they sat down on the large couch. She introduced her long fingers thru the boy's clean silky waved black-hair and caressed it. "Please, close your beautiful eyes so I can measure your eyelashes." The boy grinned and almost blushed. "Abuela, I'm a boy, not a girl..." "Many girls would like to have your eyes and your white flawless white skin. You must be careful and don't expose too much to the hot sun." The boy interrupted her. "You know very well that the sun doesn't affect my skin. After a few days, I get my tan and I can stay under the sun without any problem, to the contrary of my cousins and the twins; they must be very careful." The old lady changed the subject. "When will you start your holidays here? I want to see you every day and not just a few days. I miss you, my handsome child." "We have come for a week for our birthday celebration. We will return home and come back at the end of June when school is over, then, we'll come definitely for two months." The boy paused as his grandmother caressed his smooth face. "Grandma, when I return, I want to pay a visit to the Indian reservation, I would like to meet "Golden Hawk." "I'll go with you. Your horse is ready, so if you like we can go one of these days. He's very fond of you "Nightingale". They laughed. The old shaman had Indian names for every member of the family. The old lady was "White Cloud" and the twins "White and Black squirrels". At that moment the twins entered, as usual, quickly greeted and kissed their grandmother and left afterwards, so their Indian names were much than appropriated. "We'll leave the visit when we come for the true holidays; now I want to enjoy the farm and be together with Karl and the children. I like the forests and the rivers, Karl and the twins, too. We'll swim and perhaps we'll try to fish some trouts for you, I know you love them." "How the school has been this year?" She knew very well the answer because her sons kept her updated about the children's school developments, but she enjoyed talking with the boy about this matter. "Not bad, Abuela, the school doesn't represent any problem for me." He paused for a moment, as the old lady said: "You are worried about something, don't you, my boy? When that lovely dimple that you have on your left cheek shows, it means you are concerned about something." "Are you a shaman, too, grandma?" She grinned. "Perhaps, it is a reminder from the time of my friendship with the Great Shaman." "Yes, Abuela, I'm worried about Karl's performance in the school. Many times I had to help him, in spite he's intelligent, even some times bright; but fails in many matters, especially the easy ones. I fear that his mother believes I'm a bad influence for him, though he's one year older than I am." The old lady rubbed gently her grandchild back. "Don't even think about it. She's some stubborn but a good woman and would never think that. Like any mother, she would like her handsome son is on the honour pad of the school..." Margarita looked at the door and saw Manuel, her elderly foreman, standing at the door waiting for her permission to enter. "Seņora, the great Shaman is here and wants to talk to you." She looked surprised since rarely the shaman came to visit her, except in very special circumstances. "Maybe he wants to talks to my son, as he normally does when he needs something for his people." "No, Madame. He clearly has said to you, and if possible, to the boy Jeff, too. He knows he's here." A grimace crossed for her still fresh and beautiful face not understanding the problem. "Ok, Manuel. Please, accompany him to the library, I'll receive him there." The man left as the lady stared at his grandchild. "I wonder what's going on. Do you have anything to do with his grandson? She's a lovely girl and I know she likes you." The boy blushed deeply. "No grandma. I haven't seen her or her cousin since last Christmas. We met in the forest's shed near the lake; I remember it was a cold afternoon and we had no matches. Her cousin, "Light Hawk", made fire rubbing two pieces of wood and we spent a great time talking about many things, especially about cars. He is very fond of them and said he would abandon the reserve as soon he is an adult." They descended to the ground floor and into the large library. A couple of minutes later, the tall Indian entered as the boy ran to him and hugged him around his waist. The man caressed the boy black hair for a few seconds expressionless. Margarita understood that Golden Hawk touching the boy's head meant a lot of affection. "Please Golden Hawk, sit down. Though unusual, you are always welcomed to this house, I guess it is very important, otherwise, you wouldn't have come. When Manuel came announcing your visit, Jeff and I were planning to pay a visit to you." The lady rang a little silver bell and a young brown-skinned girl approached. "Please Maria, make good coffee, as he likes, and bring it as soon as it ready together with the special brandy." The Indian man grinned. "Thanks, Maggie. Still, you remember many things." The old woman stared at him and the boy grinned. He thought that only God knew what the adults were thinking at that moment about their mutual past... and present. They kept silence for some minutes as if they were mentally exploring each other's mind. The girl returned carrying a silver tray with what she had been ordered; she placed the service on a little table and left closing the heavy oak door behind. The boy stood and poured the coffee in the small cups and some brandy in two crystal rounded cups. Then put sugar in one and honey in the other. The Indian stared at the handsome boy appreciating his high education. "Is it as you like, Golden Hawk?" "Yes, thanks." I suppose you are impatient to know why I have come." "I must recognize that you are right, Golden Hawk; though it is has been a long time that I learnt to be patient with the Indians. I know you, and I'm sure you have not done this long way only to take a cup of coffee." The Indian sipped the coffee and grinned. "It would have been worthwhile watching you and your grandchild." He paused as he took the cup of brandy and drank it in a gulp. He stared at the woman and said: "Last week I was offering a little sacrifice to the High Spirit near the "Bullhead" place, thanking him for the excellent crop we have had this year." He paused for some seconds as the woman and boy were expectant. "He told me he had an important message for this family, "Nightingale" must be present singing the old songs of my ancestors." The lady interrupted the Indian. "I did not know Jeff knew those songs of your tribe." "Still, you ignore many things, Maggie." The boy blushed. "Yes, he has learnt from my people and me some old songs in the tribe's language; he can understand it but not to speak fluently. I know he sings in the school choir and had a beautiful educated voice that pleases the High Spirit." "When will the meeting take place, my friend? Because Jeff must return home in ten days before he starts his annual summer holidays." "It will be in the same place at midnight, next Wednesday, coinciding with the full moon. Don't worry about him; he knows about plants, herbs and hides in these mountains as much as my grandchildren, he would survive even in the hard wintertime, let alone in summer." "Ok. I'll tell his parents and I'll accompany him. I did not know he has progressed so much about Indian life." "I'm sorry Maggie. It is correct that his parents know where he will be, but no adult will be present during my spiritual session, only children and I. My grandson and granddaughter will stay with him; they are good friends. You must consider that this reunion might be more important for you than for me. My thirteen-year-old grandson will come around midday to pick him up. I would thank you if you can provide them with good horses and something to eat for their stay." "I'll do, don't worry. I'll try to convince Jeff's mother; I'll have not any problem with my son." The tall Indian stood and after saying goodbye, he left. The boy stared at his grandmother. "Please Abuela, convince my mom, I know there isn't any danger spending the night with Golden Hawk and his grandchildren, they are friends of mine." The boy stood, kissed his grandmother and left, leaving the woman engrossed in her thoughts. Minutes later, she met her sons Peter and Olaf; they were talking about the present economic situation. Olaf was saying, "This situation can't last forever. Most of the share transactions are purely speculative; people buy company shares to sell them a month later at double value. Do you think that a company can change productivity and value in so a short time? It is impossible!" "I do agree with you, brother. But I bought some shares six months ago and I have sold them fifty per cent more expensive, I know that many people are doing the same. You know I'm a little bit conservative and..." The two brothers stopped their conversation as they watched their mother approaching. "Olaf, my son, Golden Hawk has come to request Jeff's presence in a ceremony with the High Spirit. I told him that I'd ask you about it. It seems very important to him. His grandchildren will also be present. You know very well there is no problem." "Yes mother, I'll tell my wife. She doesn't understand much about this, but Peter and I assisted a few times when we were children and always were great." The man stared at his brother with a sly smile. "Do you remember, Peter?" The man flushed a little and grinned. "Yes, I do." He recalled those nights in a tent having sex with other boys and girls, while the shaman was making his offers to his Spirits. Chapter 2 ------------- Jeff met his cousin and both ran to the stables to have a look at their horses. A man was cleaning a third lovely one; it was a strong quiet mare that behaved very well, especially with children. It was a white and black animal, a very good representative of the wild horses that used to live in the mountains. Karl asked the man: "Is this mare for any girl, Julio?" The man grinned. "No. It is for Jeff's Indian friend and his cousin. I'm testing and getting it ready for the next Wednesday. Those are the orders from your grandmother." "Thanks, it is a beautiful animal, isn't it Julio?" "Yes. There are others much better than this one; however, they are not ready yet." The two cousins walked up to the main building, and in their way, the twin joined them; one of them asked: "Jeff, what are you going to do tomorrow morning?" "We have not decided yet, though it would be good to hike to the river." "That would be great. We can get naked as soon as we are in the forests; the problem is if the girls want to accompany us," Olaf said. "Why? Maybe they want to be naked, too." "I don't think so, especially if Karl is with us. They may feel embarrassed in front of their brother, or perhaps think he might grass their mom." Jeff stopped and gave a soft push to Olaf on his back. "Karl would never do a thing like this, he isn't a sneak. Maybe he would correct them but nothing else. Am I right, Karl?" The boy smiled. He knew very well that the girls would never stay in the nude in front of him, even knowing he would never say anything to his mom. "Yes. You are right. Mon doesn't like it, she is too conservative. Besides, it would be better to watch your hard little weenies dangling freely in the wild." Without any word, the twins started running to where the girls were jumping the rope, joining them in their play. Jeff looked at his cousin with admiration. He was a really beautiful lad with intense blue eyes and curly blond hair, on the contrary of his sisters and the twins, they had lank hair and not so blond. However, Jeff had the sensation that his cousin had a problem besides his studies; he did not dare to ask him. Dinner was ready when they arrived at the house, his mom called them to sit around the table. After dinner, they said goodnight and went into their room. Jeff closed the door and before his cousin started undressing, he placed his arms around Karl's waist and bit his earlobe. He noticed how Karl squirmed, especially when he felt his cousin's dick on his backside. "I'm very hot, Karl. Let's do something before we drift to sleep." The blond boy turned around and glued his lips on his cousin and friend's lips. For a minute they enjoyed their sexual contact until Karl broke the kiss. "We better lock the door. I'm hot, too; I have not even masturbated waiting for this moment. Besides, I have..." His cousin sealed his mouth again and their tongues swirled inside their young mouths. In seconds they were naked. Jeff pushed Karl on the bed and could notice how his cousin's five inches cock was spitting precum and was very hard to his stomach. Jeff's dick was a little bit shorter but thicker than his cousin's and straight. They again kissed passionately, Jeff on top of his cousin, grinding their crotches. It was not long as they felt his orgasms approaching and soon, near at the same time, they exploded in that wonderful feeling. Jeff felt the warmness of his cousin's still small load between their tummies. After a while, Jeff turned to his right side near his cousin recovering his breath, he started caressing the ringlets of the boy's hair and his smooth cheeks. "Karl, do you realise that you are a very handsome boy? It wasn't strange that grandpa was mad about you since you were very little." The blond boy's blue eyes blurred and Jeff thought this was due he missed the late old man that had passed away near two years ago. Karl rubbed his cousin's smooth cheeks with the back of his hand and sighed. "I would never stop caressing your beautiful face, Jeff. Besides handsome, you are an exceptional boy, cousin, and I... I love you." They rarely used that word in their relationship and much less when they were having sex. Ashamed, Karl turned on his tummy and started to cry bitterly; the sound of the sobs was muffled by the pillow. Jeff did not know what the origin of that sudden change was. Has he said anything inconvenient? They had made out many times at the school and their homes, he never experienced this reaction. He had noticed some changes in his cousin's behaviour lately but he did not know why; he thought it was due to their growing up alterations. He also enjoyed having sex with his cousin and that was not normal; he did not feel he was homosexual though most of his friends would not share his views if they knew it. He had been naïf about sex until Karl introduced him in the joy that they shared. With all the love he could muster, he caressed his cousin's hair, and with soothing words, he asked: "Please Karl, have I offended you or do anything that you don't like?" The boy did not answer and continued weeping even harder. After some minutes, more calmed, he raised and sat on the bed, then hugged very tight his cousin and friend. "How could you offend me, cousin? You are the best friend I ever had. You are bright and handsome, everybody likes you, not only here but also in school." He paused. "I wish you were like I am, but you are not." Perplexed Jeff did not know what to say. He did not understand his friend's words. "Karl, please, tell me what shall I do? I want you to be happy as we have been up to now." The blond boy sighed. "You can do nothing; nobody can do anything to help me, only your understanding comforts me especially in these moments and that's of great help." "Sorry Karl, but still, I don't understand." Naked as they were, their dicks were flaccid; suddenly Karl kissed his cousin's cheek gently. "Doesn't this tell you anything, Jeff?" The bright boy immediately realised what his cousin was trying to say him. Now he understood many things and many acts, especially during the last months. His cousin was in love with him like he might love a girl! That was entirely new for his young mind. He expected anything except this. Certainly, his cousin was one year older than he was and had matured more than a year ago, while he still had not any hair on his crotch and was singing the school choir, making solos with his pitchy beautiful voice. He caressed tenderly his cousin's face, wiped his tears and kissed softly him on his red lips. Karl now was aware that his cousin had understood all about him. He was too smart to ignore it. Jeff nearly in a whisper said: "I understand what you mean, cousin." "I guess you know now how I feel, not only about you but especially about my parents." "Karl, am I right if I say you have discovered you are homosexual?" The other boy nodded and started again crying softly on his cousin's shoulder as he felt Jeff's hand rubbing his back. He felt relieved now that his cousin knew his deepest secret and had not rejected him as probably most of the people in the ranch would do; including his mother and father. Jeff thought for a moment how his cousin felt, and feared he would be rejected by many of those who now seemed his friends. Then he added: "Karl, you are neither the first nor the last boy to discover his homosexuality. It is not your fault to be like that." Karl separated from his friend. "I'm scared as hell thinking at the moment when my mother discovers it. Believe me; I have done nothing to feel this. After my 12th birthday last year, I started scanning on the boys while we were naked in the showers, you included, and then I had to go to our room to masturbate before you could observe my erection." "Most of us do that, too, I have done it many times but just for curiosity to compare my dick with others. Are... are you sure about your feelings, Karl? Just a couple of months ago, our physic teacher dared to explain about these changes, he clearly explained to us that in most of the cases were part of the growing up and later the boy would return to like girls." "Unfortunately, I have not any doubt about it. I feel nothing about girls; however, I'm attracted to you like a magnet to iron. Of course, you are a very handsome boy and I suppose that many girls and some boys, too, feel the same as I do. I didn't tell you before because I feared you would refuse me when you knew it; now I feel more comfortable." Jeff caressed his cousin's golden curly hair and felt sorry for him. He surely would go thru difficult moments in the future but he would never abandon him. He wanted to reassure his love for his cousin as if nothing had happened between them. "Karl, I wonder what others would do to this respect, but you can be sure that I will always support you in any moment or circumstance. You are my best friend besides my cousin, and I don't mind we have sex together because I am sure this will not change or harm any of us." Karl smiled and comforted hugged his cousin tenderly. "Thanks, Jeff. Now I want to ask you for a great favour." The boy blushed deeply; he didn't know how to ask his cousin." Jeff innocently said: "You can count on it, if I can do it, of course. We are best friends, aren't we? And friends are to help each other." "Are you sure, Jeff?" "Yes, I am," Jeff said. Above all, he wanted his cousin being certain about his friendship and support. "I... I... I want you to fuck me." Jeff opened wide his beautiful black eyes and mouth in disbelief. He did not expect this. He had never fucked a boy, let alone a girl, though he had thought about it many times, leading those thoughts to masturbate furiously. He kept silence for almost one minute; unexpectedly, he heard the voice of his cousin as if it came from another planet. "Please, forget it! Besides stupid, I have betrayed your confidence and that's not fair. I'm sorry, Jeff." But after some time, Jeff realised he had previously said "yes" to his cousin. Besides, it will be a good experience. The problem would be if someone knows about it, he thought; he surely would be labelled as homosexual, too. He watched his ashamed cousin with his head bent, feeling about what he had asked. Jeff then raised Karl's beautiful face. "Karl, I guess this will hurt. On the other hand, you must promise no one will ever know it because what we do normally is boy's stuff and nobody would give much importance if known, but this..." "You know I would never tell anyone, but forget it. I am stupid." "No, you are not. You want it as much as I want to do it to a girl but it is difficult for me. I did not expect you asking me that; nevertheless, why not? I don't think I would find a girl prettier and smoother than you are. Let's try; I'm getting hard just thinking about it." Karl grinned and sighed. "Are you sure? I want it very much and I can't ask anybody else, I don't know other boys that may feel like I do, though I suspect of some of them in the school. A few times I caught their sight staring at me during classes and in the showers." "Yes; I guess you are not alone in this." The boys grinned as Jeff asked, "Well what shall we do?" Before he could add any word, Karl stood and walked up to the bathroom. Jeff watched the beautiful figure in front of him and thought what a beautiful girl his cousin would have been. He was devoid of any hair on his adolescent body, except a few blond pubes at the base of his hard cock. Jeff thought in those lovely paintings he watched in European museums last year, angels with golden ringlets on their heads. Karl returned with a tube in his hands. "I overheard a conversation of teenagers talking about men fucking, they said have to use vaseline to lube their asses and cocks to facilitate penetration and preventing harm." Karl then pushed Jeff on his back, and before he could react, the blond boy took in his mouth the near five inches dick. Jeff was enjoying his cousin ministrations and started moaning in pleasure. When he thought he was close his climax, Karl stopped sucking his penis, Jeff sighed disappointedly. "Why have you stopped? I was close to the nice feeling." Karl grinned slyly. Then took the tube of vaseline and extracted a large glob, spreading it on Jeff's hard cock. Took another one and introduced it into his ass with his middle finger, he moaned at the touch. Then he laid his tummy on the bed, but after a few seconds he changed his mind, he changed to four legs but with his head on the pillow, so his rosebud was exposed to the air for Jeff to fuck. Jeff was very excited before the perspective of fucking someone for the first time, no matter whether he was his cousin; his dick was spitting some precum with the excitement. "Come on, Jeff! Fuck me." Jeff placed his right hand on his cousin's right hip, and with the left guided his hard tool to the virgin hole that was quivering in anticipation, he was trembling with excitement, too. "Are you sure, Karl? I... don't have any experience on this and I may hurt you." "Don't worry, I'll tell you to stop if it hurts. You aren't so thick." He could not end the sentence, because Jeff, in some way, was hurt in his pride about the thickness of his cock. He pushed hard and the dickhead passed his cousin sphincter as Karl moaned in pain. "Have I hurt you? Shall I retract?" He smiled cunningly. "No. Stay where you are until I am used to your dick." Jeff wanted very much to go ahead, he was feeling his orgasm building inside him; instinctively, and without any order from Karl, he pushed hard again, this time half of his boy-tool went into his cousin's guts. Karl moaned again in pain mixed with pleasure. He then asked: "How far have you gone?" "Half of it is inside your guts. I must recognize it feels fantastic, Karl. If I don't stop I think I'll get my orgasm." In spite of the pain he had caused to his cousin, Jeff now grinned satisfied. "Ok. Now retrieved some, but don't go away and then push again." Jeff did not wait for his cousin's order; he did what his friend had said, and with another thrust, his dick was entirely buried into that nice cave. He was now very close to his climax and instinctively he did not follow his cousin instructions, he retrieved and pushed hard again to the hilt. Karl moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain but he did not stop his cousin, he was now enjoying his fucking. A few more thrusts and Karl heard his cousin's pitching voice in his uncontrolled pleasure. Jeff gave a final thrust as he groaned and collapsed on top of his cousin. He had gripped his cousin's cock in the last minute and now was feeling the warmness of his semen on his hand. Karl could not resist anymore as he was hit by his strong orgasm, his knees buckled and went flat on the bed, dragging his lover with him. He felt his cousin's breathing on his back neck as he gently murmured: "Thanks, Jeff. I adore you." Jeff felt dizzy in another world, he had almost passed out. He had never felt so a strong orgasm that left him groggy. Both boys remained quiet for a couple of minutes, then Jeff slid to his right side dragging his cousin with him, still his dick logged into his ass and with their bodies spooned. They drifted to sleep. A few hours later, Jeff felt the need to empty his bladder, so he disentangled from his cousin that was peacefully sleeping and glanced at him. "He seems an angel but he isn't wrong: he is a beautiful queer." He thought. The sun was high on the east when Jeff heard Karl. "C'mon cousin, get up if we want to hike to the river with the twins." Jeff rubbed his eyes and stared at his cousin. He received the warmest smile he ever had from his friend. Karl then added: "Thanks, cousin, you are great! In spite of the disturbances, it was as I expected. Thanks again." I'm glad you enjoyed it. I must admit that I did, too; it has been a good experience." Before Karl could say anything he rushed to the bathroom, had a pee and a quick shower. They dressed and went downstairs to have a huge breakfast. The cook woman watched the boys eating and commented. "It seems like you have been riding the whole night." The boys started laughing uncontrollably, because the woman, without knowing, had put her finger on the spot. At that moment the twins entered and joined the older boys in their laugh without knowing why. The woman murmured: "Boys!" They disregarded the horses and went hiking to the river, it was a fair distance walking thru the forests; however, after the time the brothers had remained in the school and later on the capital city, it was a pleasure to walk and spend their young energies in the open air. The twins had asked the girls to join them in the hike but the clever children wanted to be naked, too, though they did not tell it to their cousins. With their elder brother's presence, they did not feel comfortable, they were sure Karl would not grass their parents but even so, they did not want he had to lie in case he was questioned about it by their mother. As soon as they were into the forest, the twins discarded their clothes and placed them into their backpacks. Some minutes later, Jeff and Karl did the same. The action during the last night came into their young minds and their dicks went hard. The twins, watching the elder boys' hard cocks also got erected and all started laughing. Peter then asked: "Hey, Karl, do you squirt white stuff? We know Jeff still is as dry as we are." The boy grinned about his younger cousins' curiosity. "How do you know he is dry?" Both little devils started to laugh loudly as Jeff grinned. He knew the answer beforehand; he remembered the good times the four spent together, especially on some weekend nights that the parents left them on their own. "He's a good brother and always teaches us things he learns and enjoys." Karl thought about the previous night event as something crept thru his spine. Would Jeff tell his brothers about it? No; he was a special boy and would never do this. "For instance, give me some example." "We know how to suck each other's weenie at the same time, using the sixty-nine method. It is wonderful and much better than to do it alone." Karl grinned, thinking in that pair being alone during the winter long nights." Then Jeff said: "Have you experienced the ring suck? That's wonderful; however, you need a minimum of four boys, otherwise, it has no fun." With the conversation, the younger boys were horny and rubbing their hard cocks. Then Peter asked his elder brother: "Jeff, we are now four; can we try it this afternoon?" Jeff chuckled. He was open to any experience that could teach his little brothers without harming them, the same as Karl had taught him. "Why not? Nevertheless, you little rascals must promise not to tell anyone, including the girls. You must never forget that you can always speak about the sin, but never about the sinner." The little imps laughed loudly again. "That's fine with us." With the conversation they did not realise were at the quiet and lonely river. There was a waterfall that cascaded into a large deep pond where they watched many silver trouts going in all directions when the boys jumped into the crystal water. It needs not to say that their dicks' hardness disappeared in seconds as they started to play into the cold water. The twins climbed onto the older boys' shoulders and jumped into the water. As children that they were, the boys enjoyed with that play and some others, until they were tired and was time for lunch. They spread their towels on the grassy bank and ate the sandwiches that had brought with them. A nice belch came out from Olaf's mouth and all started to laugh. The shadow and the warm weather invited to a snap, but not for a long time. Olaf woke up the first and watching his twin brother's hard dick, apparently asleep; he approached and took the boy-tool into his mouth. That was, as they used to say, "a law between them". Of course, Peter was not asleep but he was waiting for his brother to take the initiative, immediately he dragged his brother into a 69 position sucking each other's cock. Hearing the twins' moans, Karl and Jeff woke up near at the same times. Then he shouted: "That's not fair. We agreed to make a sucking ring." However, the twins were excited and close to their dry orgasm, so they did not care about what his cousin was telling them. They continued for a couple of minutes until their bodies got as stiff as boards. They yelled in pleasure when their orgasms hit them. Karl stared at Jeff's hard penis, the boy was laughing at the view of his younger brothers, now breathing hard and recovering from his pleasure. Karl did not doubt for a second, pushed his cousin on his back and eagerly took the long stick into his mouth, starting to suck it as a vacuum; he did not mind his cousin did not reciprocate him. Soon, Jeff was in heaven as Karl started masturbating himself. After some minutes, Jeff's body tensed and raised his hips trying to expel what still he had not. On the contrary, Karl spurted his small white load in front of the twins that were watching amazed; then amused they touched the whitish clear semen and tasted it. Both got a strange grimace on their lovely faces. "I don't like the flavour," Olaf said, spitting it out. "Me, too," Peter echoed. They recovered from the sexual enjoyment and the four jumped into the clear water. Karl observed his cousin Jeff's dick dangling as he ran to the water. He sighed and admired the beauty in front of him; he thought it would have been great that his cousin was homosexual as he was. The boys spent the rest of the day playing in the forests. Soon, the stark naked group started walking back home. Nevertheless, they ignored that two twelve-year-old Indians, one girl and one boy, had been watching their activities. They were cousins Joe and Linda, "Golden Hawk's" grandchildren, friends of Jeff. Chapter 3 ------------- The family had planned to celebrate the boys' birthday next Friday. Jeff had to spend the night with "Golden Hawk" and his grandchildren on Wednesday, coinciding with the full moon night. On Tuesday, the six children decided to go to the Indian reservation to deliver the horse that his grandmother had promised for Joe and Linda, they would spend the whole day there. Jeff wanted to give a surprise to Golden Hawk's grandchildren, he liked Joe very much. They prepared everything, even a couple of riffles that were logged in the older boys' saddles, just in case any animal tried to attack them, they had been trained how to use the guns. When they entered the reservation's village, a crowd of boys and girls of all ages surrounded them. Joe heard the noise and went to receive his friend as Jeff agile jumped from his horse and they hugged; the Indian boy whispered into his ear: "Do you have your nice dick ready? We'll talk later." Jeff flushed and thought it was now a long time since they showed each other their cocks and played with them, though they talked about girls whenever they met alone, mostly in the reservation. Jeff liked the Indian boy and enjoyed his company in spite of Karl felling some reservations for this friendship. Jeff grinned as he handed the horse to his friend. "Here you are your horse. I hope you like it." "I'll return it as soon as we have the night with my grandfather." Jeff looked at the handsome Indian, he was even taller than he was and had strong muscles and a flat stomach, attesting his living in the open air. "You don't need to return anything, "Light Hawk". I would have liked to be at your Initiation ceremony, but we still were at the school close to an important examination; please, accept the horse as my present for that special moment. I hope you will come to our birthday party next Friday, my Abuela would be very happy receiving you and your cousin Linda." "We'll talk later. Let me try the horse." The boy jumped on top of the nice animal and in seconds he disappeared thru the forest. The girls and twins admired the boy's ability riding the mare. Suddenly, Jeff felt strong arms around him; he turned around and could watch "Golden Hawk" near him. "Tell your grandma that gladly we accept her present, "Light Hawk" and "White Feather" are very happy and that's even better than if I have received it for me. When you grow and have children and grandsons, you will appreciate this action." "Still it is a long time..." "Not so long, "Nightingale". Joe came back and dismounted the mare before the horse stopped; his nice black eyes were expressing what he could not do in words. Many girls and boys went with the group to a nearby river, they enjoyed the wildness and freedom of the place swimming naked. While most of them were in the water, Joe and Jeff went thru the pine forest, stopping in a clear overseeing the river's pond. "You told me you had seen my cock..." The Indian boy grinned showing his white teeth. "It was not only I but my cousin Linda, too. She couldn't take her eyes from your ass; she is very hot and has nice tits. Don't you like them?" Jeff ruffled his friend silky black lank hair. "Of course, I like them! I have never touched any, it must be exciting." He grinned. "You are getting my dick hard with the conversation." Joe chuckled. "Let's get rid of your hard-on. I like sucking boy dicks as much as I like fucking girls." In the silence of the forest, Joe went into a 69 position and without hesitance; he took his friend's cock in his mouth. Jeff watched in front of him that brown penis and thought nothing but to reciprocate his friend. Joe proved to be like a professional, this was not the first time he had sucked another boy's dick. Soon their bodies tensed and about a minute later they groaned like wounded wolves as they reached their orgasms. None of them had spurted anything; then Joe said: "You are as drier as I am." "Yes. I think I must wait for a few months to reach puberty; however, you have a few pubes coming out, it won't be strange that you start spurting the white stuff one of these nights. Nevertheless, it has been wonderful, Joe. Now I feel better and comfortable." "To be dry is good if you want to fuck a girl. They do not want to fuck with older boys fearing about having a baby, so this is an advantage." They laughed loudly; then Joe ran to the river stark naked, followed by Jeff jumping into the clear water. After some minutes swimming, they lay on their stomachs on the white sand to dry, their faces separated only by a few inches. The water was very cold and their young bodies needed to recover their warmness. "Joe, I would like you to come to my party, there will be many boys and girls of all kind, so you may get some to enjoy." "I'm sorry Jeff, I appreciate your invitation and thank it but I can't go. Not all persons think and behave as you do concerning the Indians, even your cousin Karl. They think we aren't Americans, though we have lived here long before they arrived." Jeff observed the resentment in his friend's words as he continued. "To be honest, I think we haven't any future if we do not do what the Whites are doing; we love our way of life and be free in our forests... but we can't have everything, can we?" Then the Indian boy stood and extracted something from his clothes that were piled up near the boys as Jeff answered his friend. "No, I suppose. But we are best friends, Joe; I can help you a lot if you allow me, so you could build up a future according to your thoughts and intelligence." The brown boy stared at his real friend tenderly. "Yes, I know it. But I am not allowed to accept any help from a White, unless..." Jeff knew very well the pride of his friend's tribe and their old traditions. Before his friend could react, he added: "Unless we are brothers, am I right?" Joe looked astonished about Jeff's knowledge about his people. "Yes, you are right. We can't reject any help offered by a brother." Jeff's eyes illuminated his beautiful face. "Please, Joe, extract your knife and let's be 'blood brothers' I eagerly wanted this for a long time but I know you couldn't do it until you were initiated. Let's do it right now." Joe would have liked to hug his friend but that love manifestation meant in his tribe weakness. "Are you sure, Jeff?" Jeff affirmed with his head. "Then let our little brothers answer whether they accept their brotherhood." Their dicks were hard and spitting precum. The boys stood facing each other, their left hand lying on the other boy's right shoulder. They dragged their dicks' foreskins back spreading the precum with the tip of their forefingers. With their right hand, they rubbed their wet glands together as if their dicks were kissing. An electric jolt went thru their penises and both gasped with pleasure. However, once they had started, the pleasure overtook them and could not stop rubbing their boyhoods; after some minutes, their breathing increased as a lovely sensation started in their groins up to the rock hard cockheads. Their bodies tensed, and in seconds a spasm shook their young bodies as they reached the point of no return. The boys felt how their knees buckled, they fell on the sandy soft floor with the heads touching and near embraced. Jeff leaned his face on the brown boy's shoulder as Joe did the same on Jeff's. They remained like this for near one minute until they recovered their normal breathing. They separated, stared at each other and started to laugh uncontrollably. After a few minutes laughing, Joe said: "I think there isn't any doubt they agreed." Again both boys laughed happily. "Shall we go ahead?" Joe asked. "Yes, if you don't mind, of course," Jeff confirmed. The Indian boy openly grinned and sighed. He retrieved his sharp knife from its sheaf and got ready. He stood and went to a nearby bush and peeled some bark and made two pieces. "Do you have a clean hanky?" Jeff grinned and extracted a white clean handkerchief from his trousers' pocket, embroidered with the letters "J.L. Without caring, the Indian boy made two halves from it. "Are you ready, Jeff?" "Yes, I am, Joe." They were now sat in Indian style with their legs crossed and naked. "Please, place your hand palm up near mine." Jeff obeyed as Joe made two tiny incisions with his sharp knife one on each hand, right at the start of their thumbs. Jeff knew the ceremony because Joe had explained to him a few times. As soon as the blood started flowing, he took Joe's hand and sucked the tiny wound as the Indian boy did the same with his. Immediately they shook hands so the wounds were sealed together. Then the boys at unison said: "By this blood in my tongue and my hand, we become brothers for the rest of our lives. Nobody will be able to destroy this bond until the Great Spirit takes our dead bodies to burn on the sacred pyre." Then Joe placed the bark of the bush on each little cut and wrapped each hand. They stood, hugged and kissed on the lips as brothers that they were. Joe then smiled satisfied. Jeff looked into his brother's black eyes and rubbed his smooth face with the back of his free hand. "I like and love you, brother. I'll never betray you. I'll tell my grandmother about our brotherhood; I'm sure she will be very happy to know it." "I love and like you, too, my brother. I don't need to express what I feel at this moment because you know our traditions." Then he extracted from his clothes a beautiful polished little piece of rock, apparently quartz, and said: "This is our present for your birthday. It is sacred quartz extracted from the "Bullhead" rock. If anyone in my tribe knew this fact, I would be dejected from my people for the rest of my life as a traitor to the High Spirit. At the moment I was extracting it, a strange fog appeared and I felt a strong need to enter it. I recalled what "Black Harrow" and "Green Harrow" did many years ago; I bent my head and asked for forgiveness. Probably the High Spirit knew I was doing this for my brother and inspired by him; then the attraction stopped. I know He will not take it into account." "It was amazing. Some time you must tell the legend to me. Thanks, brother. My Abuela will make a little hole so I can put a fine golden chain and I'll hang it on my neck as long as I live." After a few minutes, they removed the piece of the handkerchief and the bark; the wounds were practically healed. They dressed and returned to where many boys and girls from the tribe and the rest of the group were having a grand time; all of them were naked and playing in the river. Jeff and Joe grinned, got in the nude and jumped into the water. More than anyone else, Karl was enjoying watching so many naked boys around him, some of them adolescents like him. After lunch and a short nap in the freshness under the trees, they said goodbye and started to return to their home. However, before Jeff mounted his horse, Joe whispered into his ears. "Brother, I'll wait for you at the crossroad. I have a good surprise for the night." The Indian boy grinned and jumped on his horse. He accompanied them for a couple of miles and then returned to the tribe's reservation. Jeff, his brothers, Karl and his sisters admitted they had never spent so a good time before, promising they will never mention to anyone that they had been naked during the time they remained in the river, and especially to their mother. One of the girls said: "I felt very comfortable being naked; even some times I forgot I was in the nude. I never thought the Indians were so kind and good." "Yes, you are right," Peter said. "It was great to watch your and the other's girls little tits." "The same, we could see so many boy's penises of all kinds and sizes." Jenifer asserted with a sigh. It was close to the sunset when the group arrived at the farmhouse. They split out after leaving the horses in the stable and feeding them. All of them were very happy and promised to repeat the trip. Olaf then added: "Peter and I have known two beautiful twin girls; though they have their official name for the school, we always called them by their tribe names, as they did to us." "Who are they?" Julia asked. "Their names are White and Black Gazelles". We couldn't distinguish them, except for a mole that "Black Gazelle" has in her chin." After having a good shower, Jeff went to see his Abuela, he told her all about his brotherhood with Joe. She hugged gently her favourite grandchild. "I did the same with Golden Hawk's sister. She passed away many years ago when she was having her first child. I have never felt as bad as when she disappeared, my heart deeply bled. When I returned from the burial ceremony I had to keep in bed for a few days; I was very affected." "I understand you, Abuela; because I think I would feel the same." The boy paused and then changed the subject. "Grandma, I must release you a secret, I think you should know it now because sooner or later you will know it." "If you were told not to release it you should keep it unknown and only for yourself, otherwise it wouldn't be a secret." "Well... it isn't a secret and no one has told me to keep it as such; however, nature... It is about Karl... He... he told me he doesn't like girls, but boys, even..." The old woman interrupted the boy by placing her finger on the boy's lips. "It is not a secret for me, my child. I guessed it last year during your birthday celebration. While you were kissing your friend girls, he went apart and I observed he was very upset. I asked him why he was so pissed, but he answered he wasn't, he was jealous of the girls. Since then, I have watched him carefully and told his parents. Your uncle Peter seemed to know and understand his son, but his mother rejected it bluntly; she said those were gossips from me." "I would have liked she had observed her son while we were in the tribe; even Joe noticed it." "I guess she'll have a hard time very soon if she persists on her ideas. It is hard for a mother to find out that her only son is a queer, but it is not her son's fault, Karl was borne being homosexual and that's not a crime." "That's more or less what I said to him when he told me, but he fears his mother more than anything else." The old lady changed the subject. "At what time will you go to meet "Golden Hawk?" "I'll leave tomorrow after breakfast. Joe and I agreed to meet at the crossroad around 2:00 pm; it is a long way to the point where we will have the ceremony." At that moment Jeff touched his pocket and felt the little stone that Joe had given him as a gift for his birthday. Touching it he felt as if something prickled his finger, he gasped in pain. "What's the matter with you, my son?" He did not want to say anything about the puncture because he knew his grandma would laugh at him. "It is nothing important, grandma." He then extracted the quartz little piece of rock that seemed a tiny pear and showed to the old woman. "It is the present from Joe to remind us of our brotherhood and for my birthday, probably I have punctured my finger with the knife's sharp edge." The old woman examined it as the boy continued. "I had the intention to give it to you so some skilled person could make a little drill to put a chain and hang it from my neck." The woman grinned. "I have the right person to do the job, my jeweller. It would be a pity to make a drill and spoil this pretty stone, so we'll frame it with gold, probably Joe had put his heart on it, but he has not the necessary tools to do a good job. Tomorrow I'll send it to this man and you will have it for your birthday celebration. "Thanks, grandma for your help." The boy kissed her and left. That night, when the boys were in bed, Karl suggested: "Jeff, do you want to have some sex? Only remembering the time we spent naked in the river makes me feel very hot and my cock is hard." "Sorry Karl; but I have many things in my mind and I'm not in the mood." "Don't worry, I'll have a release in the bathroom though it is not the same but..." "You don't need to go to the bathroom, you can do it here, and even you can touch me if you like." Karl grinned sadly, he knew his cousin would do anything to please him but his mind was somewhere, except in their room. He started rubbing his hard dick up and down and soon he had to use a hanky to clean himself as he spurted his load. By then, Jeff was hard asleep. The following morning Jeff got up early, and after breakfast, he started sorting out the things he would need to spend the night in the mountains. He cleaned his horse and fed it, though Manuel had said he would take care of that part. Close to lunch, he loaded everything in the saddlebags, and then kissed his parents and his grandmother, after a few minutes his horse was trotting to the large meadows. From a window in the second floor, Karl watched his adored cousin how he rode his horse and disappeared in the next forest, he wished he had the strength to participate in that ceremony; however, would the Indians accept him? He thought no; Jeff had something special though he could not disclose, but felt it. Chapter 4 ------------- Jeff did not force his horse; he allowed the animal to go on his own pace. Sometime later the horse neighed as it recognized the mare's scent. There he met Joe and his cousin girl; as the horses trotted happily, the three continued chatting about everything that interested to Jeff. From time to time the boy peeked at the girl who was riding on the horse behind Joe; a few times he caught her staring at his naked legs and smiled. She was not a real beauty but a plain adolescent girl, she had wonderful tanned legs and a marvellous bosom tenting her soft leather shirt; she had just turned 14 the previous week, though Jeff did not know it. Then, Jeff asked the couple: "How the ceremony will develop? I mean, what you and I must do?" Joe answered his question since he had assisted his grandfather a few times. "Well...he needs us to call the High Spirit by singing the songs you have learned from us; the Spirit likes child clean voices, I'll accompany you with my flute. Once the full moon covers us, we'll start acting until we observe he has connected with the Spirit; then we'll leave him alone in his mind talks and we'll return to the tent to... sleep." The Indian boy grinned slyly. "How shall we notice he's with the Spirit and for how long?" "He'll go into trance for four or five hours. Now is almost summer and the temperature is fine during the night, but we have to start a fire and feed it a few times before we drift to sleep, so it can keep him warm. Within the tent, we don't need anything, except our covers." They crossed the road and stopped for some time so the horses could drink water and have a rest while they ate some sandwiches; after this, the group started climbing the soft mountains. It was not a difficult way but that slowed the pace. After a couple of hours of riding, they reached a rocky plateau where a tent had already been mounted. It was like a canopy with a cave at the bottom, not very deep but wide enough to keep the horses safe if it was necessary. The sun had disappeared behind the western peaks and a pleasant and fresh breeze started blowing from the north. "Golden Hawk" had brought some dry wood and piled up on the corner of the plateau. The man greeted the children. "Thanks, Jeff for coming; the High Spirit will be very pleased with your presence." "I could not leave alone my brother; he's sometimes scared of the night." The boy joked as the man grinned. They entered the big tent where the man had spread a large buffalo soft fur covering entirely the floor; then they placed everything on one corner. They unsaddled the horses and left them on a nearby meadow crossed by a fresh brook, guarded by the shaman's dog. The full moon had raised on the east a couple of hours before, now it was near midnight. It was warm but the boys and girl collected some more dry wood, dragging a heavy old dry trunk that they placed in front of the shaman's seat. They also started a small fire in front of the tent; then proceeded to have dinner. Jeff had brought a miner lamp; he lighted it hanged in the centre of the tent. It was midnight when they finished eating, though it seemed day, they could spot many stars that they named. Now the forest looked as if it had been painted with milk, due to the moonlight. And then "Golden Hawk," said: "It is time to start. Jeff, you will sit in front of me on the other side of the fire; "White Feather" on your right, and "Light Hawk" on your left." Then Jeff asked: "May I use different music that "Light Hawk" knows, though keeping the words from your ancestors?" "Yes, you can, whenever it is a good one and pleasant for the Spirit." They grinned. Then the shaman started the fire helped by Joe and all sat as the man had instructed. He bent his head and commenced a pray. Joe then touched Jeff's shoulder, he should start now singing. Using Schubert and Mozart's music, he went ahead singing, Joe immediately got the tune and accompanied him with the flute. The sweet and educated voice spread over the silent place as if the angels had come to the Hearth. The old man sighed hearing their words within that music. Yes, the Great Spirit was right. After some minutes, suddenly, a transparent blue tiny tornado involved the flames and quickly finished. Jeff near stopped singing but it was the music of the last part of the "Ave Maria" from Schubert and he ended it. He felt his friend's touch on his shoulder and then he said pointing out to the old shaman: "He's now mentally talking to Great Spirit and will continue for a few hours. We have nothing to do here, except to keep him warm. We must leave him alone." The boy put more dried wood on the flames, though the big trunk had started burning; then Joe covered the old man's shoulders with a soft blanket. He was sat on the floor Indian style with his arms crossed on his chest. He was in trance and breathing slowly with his eyes closed. The boys and girl started walking to the nearby tent. Linda then said: "I didn't know ever existed such beautiful music, mixed with our wording it has been a beautiful pray; I'll never forget it." They stopped for a moment and Joe hugged his blood brother tenderly. "Thanks, brother, for your songs. The High Spirit never came as quickly as today; he must have liked your singing as I did the music." Jeff knew that was very exceptional, rarely the Indians hugged anyone, though Joe, like many others, was influenced by the whites' culture. They entered the tent and Joe closed the flap. Before he could realise, he watched how the girl took off her shirt and slid her dress over her head; she was stark naked and with nothing underneath. Joe followed her as he said: "What are you waiting for? My grandfather wouldn't be the whole night in trance." Bewildered, he doubted but the girl unbuckled his belt and dragged down his trousers and underwear. Jeff quivered when the girl pulled him on top of her; she extended her arms and wrapped them around the boy's backside. Jeff's dick had never been so hard. He felt the young girl's hands kneading his ass cheeks as her hard teenage breasts rubbed the boy's chest. He instinctively reacted and placed his mouth on the hard tits, sucking her nipples one after the other, this action made the girl very hot. Suddenly, she took the boy's penis and introduced it into her slippery wet vagina; this was not the first time she was fucking with a boy. The sensation that Jeff felt was beyond description, as his breathing and body were not in this world. "Jeff, please fuck me hard, I want your whole body into me!" He had his eyes closed in ecstasy; when he opened them could watch that the girl had in his mouth Joe's hard tool. Uncontrolled, Jeff started fucking the girl that lay under him. He was wiggling as his body trembled and breathing hard, the girl groaned in pleasure. After a few minutes, Jeff pushed hard down trying to enter into the girl's body the maximum of his cock. His body tensed, stopped breathing and yelled as he felt the best orgasm of his short life. Seconds later, Linda and Joe followed him as the three formed a heap of panting boys and girl on the tent's floor. They were recovering from their enjoyable exercise; they looked at each other and started laughing. "Your yell was great, my brother, better than any I have ever heard before," Joe said. "Not to mention yours, Joe," The girl said. "It was wonderful; it is a pity that you both did not expel anything." Then the girl started rubbing the boys' dicks, one in each hand that immediately recovered their life. They were very young and did not need to refill the prostrate. Joe then said: "Yes, it has been wonderful; however, now comes the main course." Jeff opened wide his lovely eyes as Linda grinned. Joe then continued: "Brother, do you know what the whites call "frenching", or as we say, tongue mixing? It is superb, the best of fucking. Don't you agree, Linda?" "Yes, I do. Let's teach our great friend." Their dicks were hard again, Linda pushed down both boys and they laid their back on the soft fur. Joe was grinning and Jeff expectant about what was coming next. Linda then gave a few sucks to Jeff's cock and then she impaled herself on his dick. Jeff was in heaven as he attracted the girl to him while his hand rubbed her back. He badly wanted to suck her nipples, but the girl instead of offering her breasts she kissed the boy's pink lips, trying to introduce her tongue in Jeff's mouth, however, he resisted. He recalled Joe's words about tongue mixing and opened his teeth to the intruder; instinctively he felt the need to explore her mouth. Tongues and saliva mixed, his dick had never been so hard, the girl started to grind her body against the boy's cock. That could not last very long because he was feeling his orgasm coming up from his loins. He opened the eyes and could watch how Joe was rubbing his cock against the girl's ass cheeks. The three near at the same time squealed in the ecstasy of their orgasms, Jeff pushed up his hips as the girl did down in the last thrust. She broke the kiss and fell on the boy's left shoulder breathing hard as her tits lay on the boy's chest. Jeff caressed her clean black hair that smelled as wild rosemary while he also was recovering. Joe tenderly caressed his new brother hair that was wet with sweat. Jeff then rubbed Joe's smooth face and said: "Thanks, brother, for these unforgettable moments." Linda had slid to her right side, her mouth was near Jeff's ear and she whispered. "We will be ready to please each other anytime until you start spurting your seeds." As he was to argue about her virginity, she continued: "On the contrary of the whites, my future husband will be more than happy knowing that my seal is already removed and I'm open for him to enjoy right from the beginning. "I know it is stupid to give such importance to the virginity of a girl. You are even more practical and right. Then Joe intervened: "I'll go to see our grandfather and feed the fire. We don't want him to catch a cold." "We'll go to the brook to clean. The night is so beautiful and warm...!" She gave her hand to Jeff and they walked down to the meadow where the horses and dog were. The animals, especially the dog, greeted them moving its tail. After washing and refreshing, Jeff stared at the naked girl; she seemed a goddess covered by the moonlight. She was also staring at him. "You are as a beautiful Apollo that has descended from the Olympus' Mountain." Those words made him get hard again and from behind he tried to enter her. She felt his hard cock between her legs and quickly spun, sealing her lips on the boy's, this time he was waiting for her tongue that immediately swirled inside the boy's mouth. Jeff felt how Linda guided his dick into her vagina and started moving her hips. Jeff knew he had to make a great effort when his orgasm hit him being standing; he retreated a little and sat on an old trunk. He was right because some minutes later, when he was sucking the girl's nipples, that wonderful feeling hit him and his knees buckled, thanks to the trunk he did not fall on the grassed floor. They disentangled and Linda laughed guessing what her lover had done. "You are wonderful, Linda; this has been one of the best fucks. I'm exhausted." She again laughed happily as he continued. "Thank you for teaching me a lot about sex, besides a good lover you are a great person that I'll never forget. You must be careful when you or whoever decides to get you married, you deserve a good man." "Thanks, Jeff. I don't think I'll ever get married unless the man pleases me. Currently, my cousin Joe fulfils all my expectations, I like him and he likes me. I am determined to go to high school and continue studying until I get my goal of being a young children teacher. I like and love children, even if they aren't mine." Jeff caressed her hair as they walked up to the tent but naked. "If you allow me, I'll try that my grandmother sponsors you. I know you don't accept it, but you are different." The girl said nothing and Jeff understood she had accepted his suggestion. As they were near the tent, they watched Joe coming down from the plateau. "How is grandpa?" Jeff asked. "He still is in trance but he is not cold. Let's go into the tent." They entered and left the flap open. Jeff then said: "Joe, we are completed with sex by now. If you don't mind, I want you to tell me about the legend carved at the base of the Bullhead rock; I eagerly want to learn about it." "Yes, you are right. Tomorrow will be another day. By the way, didn't I tell you that your cousin Karl is a queer?" This did not surprise Jeff, as his blood-brother continued. "I am very fond of fucking boys, too, especially when they request me. Linda and I discovered a shed not far from the crossroad, we use it sometimes when we want no one disturbs us, therefore, I'm ready to have a good time with him if he likes. We could meet the four of us, you, Linda, Karl and me; of course if Linda accepts it." The girl grinned remembering what they have done near the brook and said. "Yes, I like the plan whenever I have completed my chores. For instance, the day after tomorrow around 6:00 pm; this would be an excellent time." Jeff grinned. "I'll tell him. Currently, only a few persons know he is homosexual, but I guess sooner or later everybody will know it unless we don't say anything." Linda then pointed out. "Jeff, I knew it too and probably most of the persons in the tribe, too." They sat into the tent with their legs crossed and Joe started narrating the legend. "Jeff, this is not a story or a tale; it is genuine and purely History; it is partially carved at the base of "Bullhead Rock," Joe said seriously and with respect. He then started: "Hundreds of years before the Spaniards came to this land, that everybody erroneously started calling America, our tribe was one of the greatest in the prairies and mountains of this state. We fought against near all the other tribes and they feared and respected us, especially during a long time that "Great Bear" led our tribe. Jeff then raised his hand and asked: "How do you know that? You have nothing written, except some runes and carved figures like those shown on the "Bullhead Rock". Romans, Greeks, Jews had books, but..." Joe interrupted his friend. "Yes, you are right. The answer is the tradition transmitted thru generations, like most Christian religions. The first author, who wrote about Jesus, did it eighty years later, in those times four generations. Though there was nothing carved and most of the writings said different one from another, the tradition never stopped. "Yes, I suppose you are right. Please continue." "As you have seen, over the runes, there are three harrows carved; two show the same direction and one on contrary; those were the sons of "GB", twins and a younger one. Since they were little children, the twins fought each other near every day, even some times for stupid things; that made their father very happy because he believed it made his children stronger and wiser. When they were about 19 y/o and the younger 13 y/o "Great Bear" died fighting other tribes. Nobody knew who should be the chief from that moment on, both had supporters in the tribe and many feared them because they were brave men but cruel. Finally, the tribe split into two smaller ones, some followed "Black Harrow" and most to "Grey Harrow. Their younger brother had no supporter at all because he was too young though very smart. Twenty years elapsed and that division proved to be a disaster. The brothers hated each other and many times they dragged their supporters to fight brother against brother, causing too much harm and weakness to the once-time powerful tribe. Many old warriors advised the twins about this fact, but they were blind of hate to admit it." Joe paused recalling the legend's details. Jeff wanted to ask something but kept a respectful silence. Joe then continued. "One day, a shaman appeared where the runes are carved, just minutes before the tribes were to initiate a bloody fight instigated by both brothers. The Great Shaman had appeared after a foggy patch, covering the Bullhead Rock; after a short time, it evaporated. He had a long beard, and his white hair cascaded on his shoulders, reaching near his waist, he seemed very old. He then easily jumped on top of the rock, and raising his arms he imposed a dead silence to all the warriors, disobeying his command, one of them launched his spear against the man, this bounced against some invisible protection and as it was repelled, the weapon went back to the warrior and stick on his chest, killing him instantly. He then visibly annoyed warned the crowd: "I shall kill you altogether if someone else dares again to harm my body. I wonder why the High Spirit is interested in you since you do not deserve even being watched." He paused and then resumed his speech. "Tomorrow, about this time, I want all members of the old tribe here, including women and children, no matter who they support. If anyone is sick or disabled, you must help him or her to come, if necessary, I shall cure them. That is all. Now peacefully, as brothers that you are, leave or stay, that is up to you." He descended from the rock and before any warrior could realise he disappeared from their view. Needless to say, they started speculating about who was that powerful shaman that had killed one of the best warriors without any effort. Some even spoke to leave and not return, but immediately he was accused of cowardice." Jeff had been caught by the story and was impatient to hear the outcome of the legend. "The next day at the same time, a crowd of persons of all ages and conditions covered the meadows near the Bullhead Rock. As the day before, he came out from a little white patch of fog and then, without moving his lips, he spoke to everyone in his mind: "Now, before I start, place all sick persons together." In a flat part near the brook, all gathered, fortunately, there were not many, but some of them were crippled due to accidents or fight; also two little boys that suffered of what we call today Polio. One by one, he extended his white old hands over and cured them as if they had never been sick before. That raised great respect for the white man, and even some tried to kiss his gown, but he did not allow almost being touched, except by the little and innocent children. After that, he stared at the crowd and said: "You used to be a great brave tribe that never killed anyone, except in self-defence, nevertheless, you were respected and feared; however, since Black and Grey Arrows command you, the abhorrence has been installed in your hearts, fighting brother against brother or father against son. This dislikes the Great Spirit very much but you need a chief." Some shouted: "You are our great chief, Wiseman!" He grinned but then he did as if he had heard nothing and continued: "However, there are two legal ones but must be only one." He then called the twins to his presence and both came with their weapons, then he asked: "Do you still pretend to be the Chief of this tribe?" Both at unison answered. "Yes, I do!" The man seemed as he was playing with children. "In that case, since only one can be the chief, you must fight each other to the death until there is only one left. Are you sure you want to kill your brother to keep your rights?" "Yes, I am." Both said at unison with ferocity. The man bent his old head with the disappointment reflecting on his face." "In that case, within a few minutes, you will start fighting, but only with your knife and your body, nothing else. Now get rid of all your clothes, except your knife. When I drop my hand you will start the fight, the one who kills his brother will be the chief." A murmur spread over the crowd approving the wise decision. The old man dropped his hand and both men started fighting like animals. Somewhere in the middle of the crowd, a young man of 33 y/o, the fighters' younger brother, with wet eyes commented with a friend near him: "I would never kill my brother, even if the Great Spirit asked me to do so. I'd prefer to die leaving him to be the chief." The old man grinned. After ten minutes fighting at the base of the rock, some thick fog appeared involving the fighters, then a dead silence came too; no one could see or hear them. The fog cleared but the brothers were not there. Alarmed, some warriors searched around the rock, even some started looking for them near the meadow, but they were nowhere. Then the old man raised his hand. "Do not look for them, you will not find anything, they are gone to another realm and will never return." Most of the people felt relieved, since the brothers were not much appreciated, but feared. The old man then continued. "You have a real chief amongst you, a man that will lead you with wisdom and braveness." He paused and then called: "White Eagle", please, come here." Reluctantly the young man approached, bent his head in front of the man, and said: "I think there are better men here than I am, but I'll do whatever the Great Spirit commands me, whenever it is of justice, otherwise, please, fetch for someone else, not me." The old man placed his white hand on White Eagle's head saying: "You are the one chosen by the Great Spirit and he commands you to accept the leadership of your People. Now I will leave you forever, I hope you will behave as up to now." Then turning to the rock, he extended his arms and blue rays light flowed from his fingers to the base of the stone. Suddenly, as everybody was astounded, the fog appeared and the man walked up to it, one minute later, everything returned to normal: the man was not there. All the people standing shouted happily to his new boss." Joe sighed. "That's the end of the legend." Jeff looked at his right side, the girl was hard asleep. "It has been an exciting story, Joe; it is a pity that the times have changed so much. We better get some sleep, too." Both boys laid their backs on the soft fur and stared thru the open flap to the sky, Jeff then said: "The Great Spirit must be somewhere in one of those stars." Joe nodded. "Yes, my brother "Nightingale", that's what we believe." Some minutes later they were hard asleep, too. After a few hours, the old shaman returned and found the three children naked and asleep as rocks; he grinned and understood. He took his blanket, put extra dry wood on the fire and went into the realm of dreams, too. The sun was high on the east when the shaman woke up; the children were still asleep. Jeff had planned to have some fun before they departed, but the smell of roasted bacon and sausages reached his nostrils and his young body came into life looking for the food. He put on his shorts and woke up his brother and the girl. They joined the old shaman and had breakfast together. When they had finished, Jeff asked the man: "How was it, Golden Hawk? Did I do what you expected from me?" The old man ruffled the boy's curly brown hair with love. How could he explain to the young boy what was waiting for the Human Race within a few years? He will learn by himself, though nobody would believe him. He thought with sadness, yet, the young boys and the girl did not have any perception. "Yes, you all did it very well and the High Spirit is happy. For the rest, I'm afraid I can't tell you; you are too young." Those strange words made the young boy think but soon he forgot all of his worries and started joking with his friends. Sometime later, they started their way back home. The man knew about Jeff's endless curiosity about the Bullhead rock and making a long detour, they crossed the road and faced the stone. It was near dark when they arrived at the place, mostly due to the shadows produced by the high mountains and the tall trees. They installed the tent and lighted a small fire; after some dinner, they hit the bed since they were very tired. They had planned to get up early to watch carefully the runes and continue back home. Jeff reeled back all the events of the previous night and he felt how his penis started getting hard. Strategically, Joe had laid his body in front of his grandfather, and his first cousin girl behind, so Jeff was sleeping behind the Indian girl. When he felt the old man was asleep, his left hand slid under the girl's shirt and started kneading her hard tits, she gasped but did nothing to stop the intruder. After a few moments, she turned around facing the boy, their lips sealed as they dragged down their lower clothes; soon the boy tool was into her lovely cavern. Engulfed in their lovemaking they did not realise that the old man was awoken and watching the young couple's action, he grinned and returned to his sleep. A few times they reached the point of no return, until their bodies and souls were satisfied, and then drifted to sleep. Some hours later, Jeff woke up with a lovely dream; he enjoyed the moment as he grinned. At that instant he heard how Joe moaned in pleasure, too; then he probably had found out or remembered something because he heard how the boy cursed. "Shit... shit!!!" He got up silently and went out of the tent, returning some minutes later. He cuddled near his grandfather, and sometime later Jeff heard his soft regular breathing. The Indian boy had experienced his first wet dream. Jeff did not know anything about his friend's event. He thought would ask him the next day. Chapter 5 ------------- Early in the morning they got up and Joe showed him the runes and what was engraved, Jeff placed his hand reverently on the surface as he felt a great attraction to the big quartz stone, as if it wanted to swallow him. Joe and the old man realised what was happening and separated him. The old shaman said: "There are things too dangerous for some persons. Let's leave for home. Forget it, my son." While they were riding back home, the twins were playing with marbles balls in their room, one of the marbles ran behind the heavy wardrobe. Olaf was trying to get back the ball by pushing the heavy piece of furniture; he then requested his brother's assistance. "Hey Peter, help me moving this fucking piece of furniture! I want to recover the marble ball." They pushed hard with their asses on the wall. Then Peter felt how his back went easy against the wall as if something were behind. "Hey Olaf, the wall is too soft!" That raised the boys' curiosity and touched it. "It is a painted canvas, not a wall! Let's see what's behind," they said amazed. The boys pushed the wardrobe separating it from the wall, and then tried to remove the cover but it was well fixed to the wall. Olaf went for a screwdriver and with it, he pulled the canvas back. To their surprise, they found an old door behind it. Olaf pushed it with his right shoulder and the door opened enough to let them in. "What is this, Olaf?" Peter asked. "I don't know, it is an iron door that has not been used for a long time. Search in our nightstand, you may find the candle that we use in emergencies when electricity is cut off." Peter rummaged in the drawer and soon found what he was looking for. He lighted it and excited handed it to his brother. "There is a stair that goes down." The two rascals went down until they reached the bottom, the passage turned on the right but they felt a little current of air and feared it could extinguish the candle. Peter remembered what they had learned in the school about mythology. "Olaf, we need extra matches and a long thread, the one we used last year with the comet will work, so we can use it as a guide to come back in case we are lost." "You always are a fucking clever, brother." Peter grinned with his brother compliment; that was not rare in them. He went upstairs to look for the items they needed in their adventure. When he returned, Olaf tied up the cord around the door's handle and then started exploring the underground gallery. It was a little longer than they thought at the beginning, about the middle, a draught put off the candle flame, it was dark. Peter a little bit scared said: "C'mon, light the fucking candle! I can see nothing." Olaf chuckled but his brother could not watch the gesture he had made, he had stopped breathing thru his nose. "You, my brave brother... I think you are shitting your underwear, I can smell it!" Had not been they were in the dark surely they would have started fighting. "I'll tell you later who's shitted, now light the candle." Olaf did and found that the corridor had now two directions, one to the left and one in front of them. "I think this branch goes to the little river and the other continues around the house," Peter asserted. "I think this tunnel had more than one objective, I bet we'll find more than one access to it." "Can you clarify your thoughts, brother? At least, it seems you are using your head more for something than holding your hat." "It is clear. This is an elderly house and in the old times, these territories weren't as peaceful as they are now, so in case of a serious attack it was used as a way of escape. Later, some persons used it to visit his lady or her man secretly, that would explain why we have some bastards in our family." "For instance?" "Aunt Nora. She's always arguing that we are spoiling her daughters, and Jeff is doing the same to her adored blond and innocent Karl." Peter grinned. As Olaf had thought, they found another access from the right and finally, the gallery ended probably at the end of the house. Carefully they went up and heard some noise or conversation. They clearly could hear the girls' talking as they were saying: "I would like Olaf fucked my cunt. I'm very hot right now." The boys had to protect their mouth to prevent some laugh. Then the other added. "I don't mind Peter fucks me, though I'd prefer Jeff to make it out. Did you see his long cock in spite of it being soft?" It was a lovely day and some Indians, like Jeff's friend, were well endowed, too. "You shut up, sister! If mom knew about our conversations I'm sure she would faint." They laughed loudly as Peter motioned Olaf to go down and return to their room. This then was commenting: "We are spoiling the girls! The bastard..." Peter said with sarcasm. They were returning the wardrobe to its place when heard Manuel greeting Jeff. The twins finished and ran to meet their worshipped brother; they hugged him with real affection. Jeff hugged back the twins in a common embrace. In spite of being only a little more than one year older than his brothers, their heads reached only to his chin. Olaf took the horse's reins as Peter said: "Jeff, we have made a great discovery this morning and have better news. We'll tell you later. How was the session with the Indians?" Fantastic; after lunch, I may tell you everything, if you have been good boys; I have great news, too. Now help me to clean and feed the horse, we have been riding the whole morning and it must be really tired." While they were doing the task, Karl arrived and hugged Jeff from behind. The thirteen-year-old boy said on Jeff's ears. "I have missed you a lot. I suppose you have many things to tell me." "Yes, I have; and some concern you directly, I hope you like them." "Really?" The twins were engaged in his task of cleaning the horse, but the whirl tufts of blonde hair of their foreheads seemed an electronic dish to capture news. Olaf stared at Peter and both grinned slyly. Jeff left the group and went to greet his mother and then quickly ran to his grandmother's study. As usual, she received him with open arms and kissed the boy's forehead with affection. "How was it, son? Was it a good experience?" Jeff remembered the previous nights with Joe and Linda and got red as a poppy. The experienced woman watched her grandson and did not need any further explanation from the boy. She then added: "I know it has been a great time, we'll talk some time about it." Then the woman went to a sideboard and extracted a little object: it was the small quartz stone that Joe had given to him as a present, but now hanging from a fine gold frame and chain; it had been professionally polished. The boy wore it as he sighed: "It seems a real diamond. I'll always wear it. It is a precious object, isn't it, Abuela?" "Yes, if it seems to you... Along with your life, my boy, you will find many things that intrinsically have not any value at all, but for you might be as a great fortune; this is the case." The boy hugged the old woman. "Gold Hawk" was not very happy after his "meeting" with the High Spirit; he said he might talk to you about the subject, but nothing else. Joe told me about the legend written at the base of the Bullhead rock; it was amazing, Abuela." "Yes. Christians always think they are the only ones with the right religion, forgetting that there are others even older than Jesus; almost all of them have the same message for people. You should never reject any and also be patient with their believers." "Thanks, Abuela, I must go; the twins and Karl are waiting for me to play." The boy left and immediately Karl joined him. The blond boy placed his arm around his cousin's shoulders. "Will you tell me your news right now, or tonight at bedtime?" "Not now, because is time for lunch and the family are waiting. I must have a shower though I had a bath at midnight and with some company." Karl could not stop feeling a rash of jealousy, though he admitted that his cousin was straight and not like he was; besides, he had never met a boy that felt so free and did what he wanted; however, he always did things in such a way that pleased everybody. He wished he could be like his first cousin but his mother was always scolding him about near everything. He hated her! "Can I accompany you in the shower?" Karl suggested timidly. "Why not? You must be dirty after playing with your little brother." Karl flushed because his cousin had guessed his thoughts. As soon as they entered the large bathroom, Karl locked the door and without asking his cousin, he kneeled in front of him and took Jeff's near five inches dick into his mouth. Jeff was always ready to receive pleasure, and now his mind flew to those marvellous moments spent with Linda under the moonlight. Karl masturbated himself and soon the boys groaned as their bodies stiffed receiving their orgasms, Jeff had to place his hands on his cousin's shoulders to prevent his knees buckling. The twins, after leaving their brother and cousin, went to their room. Olaf extracted a piece of paper that they had hidden and started studying the drawing that they had in front of them; it had been raised taking into account the situation of the building, showing different colours and lines. Peter then argued: "According to the distance, the second stairs that we found belongs to Jeff and Karl's room, though they don't know its existence. We can check it tonight. Did you find more candles? We might need then." "We don't need candles; we know the tunnel and its situation, also we don't need the thread anymore, because..." Olaf went to the closet where they placed the dirty laundry and brought a miner lamp that showed to his brother with pride. Peter grinned and hugged him. "I found it in the old attic of the barn and have cleaned and refill with oil; it is ready to use. "Fantastic! We'll see what those rascals do during the night. Though... how can we watch them with a large piece of furniture in front of us?" "There isn't any wardrobe, but a large sideboard. I wonder why they haven't noticed the difference in the wall! This morning, when Karl went to greet his dear mom, I made a little hole just above the top of the sideboard; I hope it is enough to watch them." Peter stared to his brother with admiration. "You are great sometimes, Olaf; that's why I like you so much." "Is it only for that? What about when I suck your cock? Doesn't that count?" Peter grinned again. "Ok, for everything. Now let's concentrate on our task. I'm sure tonight Jeff and Karl will have a good time together. He suggested it to Jeff and our brother never waste his time when sex is involved. This afternoon we'll explore the gallery that goes to the river direction, surely it must have something open because the flow of air extinguished the candle's flame. Let's see the girls and try something about what they said in the privacy of their room." Both went downstairs trying to spend a good afternoon. They watched how Jeff and Karl disappeared amongst the trees. After some time walking Karl was excited, waiting for the news from his cousin about the nights he had spent in the mountains. He told him everything, except his fucking to the girl. Jeff was sure that Karl would have not liked his hang-outs with a girl, so he only mentioned the part with Joe; however, Karl was not an idiot, he guessed why his cousin did not mention it, he did not want to hurt him. That made him loves his cousin even more. He sighed. Then Jeff added: "Joe knows everything about you being homosexual, for him and the rest of the Indians, that's a question of Mother Nature that nobody should interfere. He doesn't mind at all, he loves fucking boys and girls for equal. He told me that if you like and wanted, we can meet at the crossroad tomorrow, they have a shed in the woods and they use it as a shelter in wintertime when they go hunting." Karl opened wide his large blue eyes in disbelief. "What's about you? What will you do if he comes with the girl?" The boy chuckled. "Just leave that part to me. She knows I'm very fond of Nature and I have good qualifications on everything related to trees and bushes of this state, I'll entertain her if she comes. Joe is my blood brother; therefore it supposed that I must accept anything that he makes." Karl grinned, thinking in those future moments, his dick was very hard. He wanted to try a different cock, and Joe showed he had a good one, though he had watched it flaccid. "Ok. We'll go; however, we must be very careful about the twins and my sisters and especially about my mother; if she knew..." "Sooner or later she will know the truth. You cannot hide it and live the whole time under her oppression. If she loves you, she must understand and accept you as you are, Karl. It is your life and not hers; besides, you did not look for it, you were born with it." "Are you mad? My father will understand, but she'll not. I must be the perfect and brave son, and as you well know, I'm neither perfect nor brave; otherwise, I would have said to her that I am homo, without minding whether she accepts it or not." They stopped walking and Jeff felt all the pity of the world for his cousin. "If you need me... I'm ready to assist and help you," Jeff said. Karl with blurred eyes hugged his cousin and lover. "Thank you, Jeff, I count on it, but this is a problem that I have to face myself." Chapter 6 ------------- They had dinner, and soon it was dark and time for bed. Everybody said good nights and the twins were the first to go into the large bathroom to brush their teeth; quickly they finished and ran to their room. Olaf lighted the lantern and they went down the secret stairs into the gallery. Peter had greased the hinges, so he closed the door without any noise after dragging the wardrobe. Soon they were in front of the hole, peeking into the elder boys' room. Jeff and Karl entered their room ignoring they were being spied; as soon as they were in, Karl closed and locked the door hugging his cousin with passion from behind. Jeff started to get naked as Karl said: "Please, Jeff, let me do it." Jeff smiled and let his cousin continue undressing him discarding the few clothes that he wore since it was near summer and warm. As the blond boy took off his cousin's silk shirt, he pushed him on the bed. He found his beautiful nipples and started sucking one, while he rubbed with care the other one. Jeff squirmed in pleasure, and soon his cock was hard as a rock, jerking at each heartbeat. Karl pulled down Jeff's trousers and underwear, freeing his cock that showed a drop of precum at the tip of his dickhead; he leaked it with the tip of his tongue and immediately took it into his mouth. Jeff groaned with lust at the contact, instinctively placed his hands behind Karl's head helping him in his sucking. Behind the canvas and in absolute silence Olaf kneeled and was doing the same to his brother, while he watched the scene that was taking place at the other room. He whispered into Peter's ears. "This is fantastic! Karl is sucking Jeff's dick." "Let's trade positions so I can see them, too." When Peter put his eye on the canvas hole, Jeff was moaning close to his orgasm; then Karl left his cousin's cock as he said while he was getting nude. Jeff, please fuck me! I need your cock inside me." Peter was now on his turn peeking thru the hole, watching how Jeff rummaged in his nightstand and extracted the tube of vaseline, then took a glob and spread it into Karl's asshole. Peter could not believe what he was watching. He motioned his brother to watch the scene, as Karl took another glob of the slipping substance and greased Jeff's hard cock. "How do you want it?" Jeff asked in a hoarse voice. "I'll lie on the bed with a pillow under my tummy; this will be more comfortable for you and me." "But you may stain the sheet when you come and..." "Don't worry. That's work for our servants and they won't tell anything to my mom. They are used to see it." "Ok. Let's start because I'm very hot and in need of a good release." Olaf went with his eyes wide open as he watched how Jeff positioned himself behind Karl, took his hard dick with his left hand, and in a single thrust, he went entirely into Karl's ass. Karl moaned in pleasure as Jeff's long dick touched his prostrate. Olaf motioned Peter to watch how Jeff was fucking his cousin. Both twins were masturbating at the same time; their smaller cocks were red, though they had spate some saliva on them. Olaf then in a whisper said to his brother: "Her beautiful Karl is an innocent boy! Stupid woman! She doesn't know that her son is a fucking queer." Both grinned. They were approaching their dry orgasms, watching in short turns, what was happening in the other room. Though Jeff had fucked Linda and Karl had sucked him in the woods, he was near to explode. He gave a final thrust to his cousin's ass as both groaned loudly in pleasure with their orgasms. Karl shot his small load on the bed and Jeff collapsed exhausted on top of his cousin; he was breathing hard. The twins reached their nice feelings as muffled moans came out from their young throats. Jeff fine Indian ears captured the sound from behind the canvas, but he told nothing to Karl since he did not know where the sound came from. The twins were excited as they closed the door and went to their room; once they were there, Olaf said: "It was fantastic to watch Jeff fucking Karl's ass. Karl yelled in ecstasy." He paused for a moment while they were playing with their hard dicks on the bed. Then Peter suggested: "It must feel good because Karl seemed to be in heaven when Jeff inserted his dick into him." He paused, thinking for a moment, and then he added: "Olaf, what about if you insert your dick in my arse?" Olaf grinned though he was a little surprised. "You aren't a queer; otherwise I will be, too." "Yes, I am not, but I want to experiment it. If it feels good, I could do it to you afterwards." "Ok, but you cannot tell it to anybody, even to Jeff. We'll do it tomorrow, but we need something to lube our dicks, I watched how Karl used some paste that he put into his ass and on Jeff dick." "Well... we can use olive-oil, I know you like it... in the salad." Both started to laugh. "Let's sleep; tomorrow I want to help Jeff to clean and feed his horse, then we can tell him about the secret passageway. The day had been excited and the young boys were tired; soon they were hard asleep, as usual, spooned one behind the other as they used to be within their mom's womb. Jeff got up early, on contrary than his cousin Karl that slept until late in the morning. During breakfast the blonde twins joined him with a sly smile on their lovely faces; he deeply loved them and returned the smile. Olaf then said: "Jeff, we must tell you something, besides, we want to help you cleaning and feeding your horse, so we'll talk at the stables." Peter then added: "We want to learn about the horse's maintenance because we asked granny to assign one to each of us, but she told us we have to care about them while we are here; the men had enough work taking care of the rest." "She's right. Let's go." They left the kitchen, and as soon as they were in the open air, Olaf eagerly wanted to start talking. Jeff, knowing what they wanted to tell him, said: "Did you enjoy my fucking to Karl last night?" The twins stopped walking with their mouths agape; they could not believe what his brother was telling them. "Do... do you know we were spying you from the gallery?" Olaf asked. "Yes. I knew you were somewhere near us when you got your nice feeling; you should be more careful because your yells could be heard one mile around. Fortunately, Karl was in another world and couldn't hear you." Then Olaf stared at Peter and reprimanded him. "I told you we were too noisy." "Well, it felt so good when Jeff gave the final thrust to Karl that I couldn't..." Jeff interrupted them ruffling their hair and laughing. "Ok, forget about it, but next time you must be more careful. If Karl knew it, he would beat your arses until they burn." Peter then laughed loudly as Olaf grinned. "Why are you laughing? It is serious." Jeff said. "We know it is serious, but if he spanks my ass cheeks I'll enjoy it even more. We have done it to each other and that hurts but it feels very, very good. Isn't it Olaf? Peter asked his brother. "You pair of queers!" They laughed again. They were approaching the stables as Jeff's horse recognized his voice and neighed happily. The boys took the animal outside, cleaned, and brushed its abundant white mane; then the animal drank water and they returned it to its place until the afternoon. Olaf then asked: "Jeff, may I ride Tine? It is a beautiful horse." "You cannot do today, Olaf. I'm going to ride it this afternoon together with Karl and I want it to be fresh and rested. We'll meet Joe and Linda at the crossroad." "What a pity we don't have horses!" Peter said. "We should have asked granny for one, but now it is too late and all of them are in the meadows." Jeff grinned. "Did you plan to spy us, too? You must be very careful with Joe; my blood brother is a true Indian and he would detect you, miles before you could hide. "No. I would tell you and Joe before." He paused and as soon as they finished Olaf told Jeff. "We want to show you the secret gallery. It runs from one side to the other of the building, with three exits, one on front of the girls' room, another at your room and the one in our bedroom. It forms like a large "T". We have not explored it entirely. What about if we go now to see where it goes?" Jeff felt the emotions of a child and gladly said: "Yes, let's go together like in the old times." The boys put five to five and went upstairs in silence. Peter took the miner lamp and lighted it. Olaf pushed aside the wardrobe and the canvas and the three entered the dark corridor. "Since probably we'll return by outside, it is better to drag back the furniture and close the door, just in case the maid in charge of cleaning the room returns before we expect her." "As usual, my brother's big head is working perfectly," Peter said. "I have bigger balls than my head and they work perfect, too." Jeff grinned with the twins' quarrels. He ruffled their blond hair as they started walking in the dark. The tunnel widened after some time and finally, they observed some light around the corner. As they had expected, the entry was covered by a thick bush just near a brook with crystal water that came from the high mountains. That little stream formed a little reservoir not very far from the buildings; it was kept clean and was used for the house's needs. It was forbidden to swim there. The three brothers played during the whole morning in the forest having a great time together. When they were returning Jeff said: "I expect you won't mention the passage to anybody. You can use it but no one must know about its existence. Is it clear?" "Yes." The two younger boys answered at the unison, but Peter argued: "I suppose we can watch you fucking Karl." Jeff grinned. "No problem; it is better to know you will be there. Next time I will be so efficient that your little cocks will get sore for weeks." The little devils laughed noisily. After lunch, Karl and Jeff rode their horses to meet Joe and Linda. It was cloudy and warm, though not menacing rain and they discarded the siesta, so the horses could go on a low trotting without forcing the animals. At the crossroads they met their friends; Jeff and Joe greeted each other as brothers. The Indian couple observed that Jeff had, hanging from his neck, the quartz stone that Joe had given him as a birthday present. Joe felt very proud of his brother. Linda glanced at Jeff while he was talking with Joe and sighed sadly; she knew better than anyone else the meaning of that stone that now was glittering as a real diamond. She had not stopped thinking on the handsome boy since they made love during the nights with "Golden Hawk"; she thought no one could prevent her from loving Jeff. She was aware the boy liked and appreciated her, but also knew he did not love her. She also stared at Karl and thought it was a pity he was a queer, being honest, she thought Karl was a beautiful boy, though Jeff was handsome and she liked handsome and strong boys better than delicate and pretty ones. Joe immediately looked at the blond boy as his dick started to get hard. He thought how lucky he was that now had the opportunity to fuck and do all he wanted to that beautiful white boy; all of this, thanks to his blood brother. He liked to have sex with other boys and had had many adventures within the tribe, but he never imagined could fuck a white and pretty boy as Karl. He was 13 y/o, well endowed, and had found out he was a man just the night when they were sleeping on the tent. He had his wet dream and spurted his first semen. He had not told anything to Linda, because from now on, most likely she would stop having sex with him, that was the old custom and he liked to respect it. They left the normal trail and entered into the thick pines and firs forest. A couple of miles further in the woods, they arrived at a fresh clear with a large meadow and a little stream. Right on one side there was a wooden cabin, probably used in the old times by timber men and now by winter hunters as a shelter. The boys and the girl left the horses in the meadow and entered the small house; then Jeff took Linda's hand. "Linda and I will go to explore the forest, she wants to show me some plants unknown to me, then either you can stay here together or to accompany us; we'll whistle you when we return, though that will take a few hours." Joe and Karl grinned as the Indian said: "We are tired and prefer to remain here resting. What do you think, Karl?" "You are right Joe; I'm not used to long rides and I'm tired, too." "Ok. I'll see you later. Enjoy yourselves." Saying this, Jeff and Linda, hand in hand approached his horse, he opened the saddle pack and extracted a parcel containing some sandwiches, two small bottles of milk and something wrapped with silk paper. With everything on hand, they disappeared into the forest. They followed a track and after a few minutes, they found a secluded open space, not very large, covered by thick grass. Linda then said: "This is our secret place; it is difficult to find if you don't know the area." She extended on the grass the blanket that had taken from her horse. Jeff was excited when the girl wrapped her arms around his neck, their lips met in a wet and long kiss as their tongues swirled inside with passion. Jeff broke the kiss and dragged the girl's dress to her head; she was wearing nothing underneath. Her adolescent body looked beautiful with her little turgid breasts pointing out. Jeff tenderly pushed her on the blanket, as he got naked, too. Again their mouths met as she guided the boy's tool into her wet vagina starting an anxious fuck that both needed to calm down their young needs. In a short time, they reached their orgasms exhaling powerful groans. "I needed it very much, Linda; sorry if I have been so rough." "You don't need to worry about; I was in the same situation. I have been thinking about this moment since the other night in the mountains and near the Bullhead rock. "Yes, it was a good start, but today even we can improve it." She smiled. Jeff thought it was a pity he did not love this practical and marvellous girl; she was great. More relaxed they started again petting each other, and after some time, they were engaged in a passionate embrace and an eternal kiss. Jeff entered her and they rolled from one side to the other on the soft blanket in the ecstasy of their fucking. She was on top of him when the wonderful orgasms hit their young bodies yelling as wounded animals. Breathing hard she slid to her right side dragging the boy with her, so they were facing each other; his dick still buried into the girl's vagina. After some minutes, more calmed and in the bliss of their orgasms, Jeff put off a tuft of hair from her sweated forehead. Instinctively the girl kissed the boy's hand. Jeff did not know what to say." "You have beautiful silky hair, Linda." She blushed. She deeply knew all about this boy and that something was going to happen to him, that stone was telling her something that she did not fully understand. She was the real future shaman, not Joe; however, she had not said anything to anybody. The Wednesday night in the mountain, she learnt everything about the boy's uncertain future, though nothing was fixed since she was not yet prepared but she was sure that this day would be the last one she would fuck with him. She then said: "Jeff, I wish you could spurt semen and I could conceive a baby from you." Such a declaration of deep love took aback Jeff that opened wide his lovely eyes as she caressed the boy's face. Stammering he said: "But that would mean that the tribe would despise you! You would be considered as nothing..." "I wouldn't mind, I don't expect to spend my life in the tribe, I want to be a teacher, a good teacher for children like you and me." Jeff could not believe what he was hearing. He then argued: "Even if I could expel semen, you are too young to have a baby and be a mother." "You are wrong. In the tribe, there are girls younger than I am with babies." She smiled as she touched the boy's face with the back of her hand. "Can you imagine a little boy with skin like mine and your beautiful eyes and hair?" I'm sure he would be a great man and..." The boy kissed and sucked her breasts and she squirmed in delight. "Please Linda, stop those plans; they are unrealistic and impossible by now. Let's live and enjoy the present." She smiled and felt how the boy started a new sexual session that took them to the highest points in the stars. When they were close to orgasm the stone beamed, Jeff did not notice because the little piece of rock was between their bodies, but Linda felt a discharge like an electric jolt, she yelled in a panic, though the pleasure overwhelmed her. She wanted to tell the boy the danger that the magic quartz meant, however, she could not express what was into her brains, so she gave up. As soon as Linda and Jeff left, Karl and Joe stared at each other, and as if they were robots obeying an order, they launched into each other arms in a hard embrace, sealing their mouths in a wet kiss. Their tongues whirled inside mixing their saliva as they started taking off the few clothes that they were wearing until both were stark naked and their cock very hard. Without breaking the kiss, Joe pushed softly the blond pretty boy to an adjacent rough bed that was nailed to the wooden wall. For different reasons both boys were excited. Karl never imagined that reaction from his new lover, and Joe did not expect that behaviour from a white and rich boy as Karl was. Then they broke the kiss. "Please Karl; go on four legs with your head down on the bed, so your ass is showing up." "Are... are you going to fuck me like that?" The excited blond boy asked. Joe grinned as he started pushing his partner down. It was not a soft bed; the base was hard and the Indian boy had provided of a layer of dry grass, covered by an old and clean blanket. He answered Karl. "That's for later; we have a few hours to enjoy, so you can ask me anything, except you fucking my ass. I like to fuck and enjoy with other boys, but I am not entirely bisexual. I'll fuck you as much as you want until you are fed up of my cock." They laughed. Karl looked back at Joe that was showing his lovely white teeth. "That's what I want. Jeff fucked me but he doesn't like to do what I want, after all, he's my first cousin." "Did you clean yourself as I told my brother? I like clean persons like I am." "Yes, I did. Why?" As Karl put his head down Joe started kneading Karl's beautiful white ass cheeks, then spread them and found the pink hole quivering in anticipation. He placed his sharp tongue in it trying to drill the hole while he introduced his hand between the white boy's thighs and started massaging Karl's package. Karl now understood why he should be clean. The nerve endings existing in this part of the boy's anatomy sent waves of new sensations that Karl never expected to receive. He was moaning loudly in pleasure and his dick was so hard that he thought in seconds would explode. He hardly could say: "I think I'm coming, Joe." The Indian boy stopped his ministrations, Karl was breathing hard. "Turn over, boy." He ordered to Karl. The blond boy obeyed and watched Joe's larger and thicker dick spitting clear juice. He could not understand how Joe could have a bigger cock than he had; being younger than he was but he liked it. Before he could realise, both were in a 69 position, feeling his cock being sucked as a vacuum and in front of his mouth the most beautiful dick he could have imagined. He eagerly took it into his mouth that almost gagged him. After a few minutes, both boys could not stop the marvellous release. Joe was on top and felt how Karl raised his hips trying to introduce the maximum of his dick as Joe did the same. For the first time, Karl received the small load of semen from Joe; he had never savoured other boy's spunk, only his. After one minute, Joe recovered his normal position sliding to his side, then dragged Karl's mouth to him and both started savouring the mixed seeds. After a few minutes enjoying the bliss of their sex, they smiled happily. Joe then said: "Did you like it?" For an answer, Karl kissed the Indian boy gently on the lips. "Thanks, Joe. I never thought this would be so great. It has been wonderful to receive your spunk in my mouth." Blushing he added: "I like you." Joe thought it was the moment, so he responded: "I like you, too, my beautiful boy. You are the first to savour it; I started spurting it just two days ago." "I hope to drink it many times; I like its flavour." They grinned. "I hope you like it better in your ass." Both started petting each other, and after a few minutes, Karl pleaded. "Please Joe; fuck me now very hard, I want your large cock deep inside me." Joe grinned. He thought had not been wrong when he watched Karl in the middle of the tribe people in the river; he was a real queer. "We'll do it as we started; later we'll change the position so you get the maximum penetration." Karl had come prepared. "In my pocket, you will find a tube with the product I used with Jeff. It worked very well. This will facilitate you entering me and enjoy our fucking." "I prefer mine, it is oil made from rosemary bush." Joe extracted from his clothes a little bottle and poured some of the content on Karl's ass, immediately he introduced his middle finger and spread it inside the blond boy's guts. Then took some on his palm and bathed his hard cock. A lovely sweet smell spread over the shed. "It smells good, hope it works the same," Karl said. Joe then chuckled as he asked: "Are you ready, Karl? I'll go in a single thrust, though slowly." "Yes, I am. Don't worry, I like it hard and quick, it doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. Go ahead." "Ok." Joe positioned behind Karl, his left hand on the smooth ass cheeks and the right guiding his hard sharp cock to Karl's port of entry. He pushed hard, though he found some resistance, in a quick and steady push he entirely buried his thick cock till the hilt. Karl moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Are you ok, Karl? You seem to be a little bit tight, but now it is alright, I think." "Yes, I'm fine." Saying this Joe started fucking Karl as if there was no tomorrow; after some minutes both boys were sweating. Karl groaned every time Joe's dick touched that magical spot inside him, he was making great efforts to keep his orgasm out; however, after some time, he could not wait anymore. He groaned loudly as that wonderful feeling came to him like an electric shock. He went flat on his tummy as he started spurting his load; his knees could not support him. Joe received his orgasm near at the same time, and breathing hard he laid his body on top of his new lover. That was an example of what followed afterwards until they were exhausted. Sometime later they heard Jeff whistling and Joe went outside, still naked, to greet them. Linda and Jeff grinned but the girl had to make a great effort to keep smiling, she knew, that within minutes, she would say goodbye to her first and real love, assuming would not see him again. Joe's sensation was different. He was confident that their brotherhood would last for many years, though he did not know for how long. After some time changing impressions, Jeff pressed the girl's hand lightly and Karl did the same on Joe. They mounted their horses raising their arms and started a light trot to the farm. It was Friday 24th May 1928. As their horses were trotting, Jeff observed that his cousin was not comfortable riding; with a grin asked him. "Was it as you expected, Karl?" "Even much better; I couldn't imagine it would be so good. I won't be able to sit correctly for weeks." They laughed happily. Jeff then said: "Tomorrow is our birthday, I would have liked Joe and Linda being present but both have rejected the idea and we must accept it." "Yes, you are right. Many of our friends would have objected their presence and..." "Karl, except a few exceptions, most of the boys and girls that are coming to the party are not our friends; they are the sons and daughters of our parent's friends that's the difference. Our feasts are more of a business meeting than a birthday's party." "Yes. Stupid prejudices..." Talking they arrived at home well after the sun had disappeared behind the west; It was completely dark. They were tired and after dinner and a good bath, both gladly went to bed. The following morning the children started working at their granny's orders preparing the house for the event. The twins were especially excited knowing what that event meant for the four of them. They, too, would have liked to have their Indians friends with them but they understood the situation and did not mention it to their Granny and parents. End of Part 1