Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2016 05:18:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: blackstripe16@yahoo.com
Subject: Milkweed Island - Part 1

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-Prologue-

Pecha crouched down on the large flat stone listening. His spear was by his
side. His loincloth was tied around his arm. It was safer to wear the cloth
while hunting but it was too uncomfortable. A cool breeze passed through
the space between his thighs and his long brown fleshy sac, drying the
sweat and teasing the short thin hairs. As he crouched lower his left nut
nearly touched the stone. His sac contracted from the cool of the rock.

He was painfully aware of his balls. The hunt had lasted three days now and
he had been alone the whole time, chewing milkweed to fight the boredom.
Spilling seed was a sin and eating your own seed was an undignified
workaround that many considered just as bad. Seed was to be shared.

Pecha thought of Akota waiting at home. His slick smiling face staring up
from his big brother's cock. Akota loved Pecha's seed. Most boys wanted
seed from a viral man. That usually meant their father or uncle, or maybe
an unmarried woodsman. But Akota had always pestered him for his load, even
when he was a skinny preteen. Now that Pecha was tall and muscular, his
virility was more in demand but he still loved to see the look on Akota's
face as his held his cum in his little mouth beaming.

The thought stiffened his cock and only worsened the throbbing in his
swollen balls. He could smell his own musk in the air and a sharper tangy
scent as his sticky pink cockhead emerged from his dusky foreskin. Then he
noticed another scent far muskier than his balls. Pecha unwrapped his
loincloth from his arm and tied the strap around his sinewy hips, pulling
the flap through his legs and gently gathering his aching dick and balls
into a pouch, before pulling the front flap through the strap.

He picked up his spear and slipped off the rock. Leaves crinkled
underfoot. Then a brown blur crashed out of the underbrush. The wild boar
seemed to be running away but then changed course and charged towards
Pecha.

-Gep-

Gep and Akota sat on their haunches at a safe distance watching the
woodsmen chop down a tree. The tree was tall and straight; perfect for
making a palisade or a dike. Gep's big bright eyes followed the youngest
woodsmen, his bucked teeth biting his lip. In his hands was a cool skin of
water he had fetched. His hands and feet had already dried and he was
starting to sweat despite the shade. A bead rolled down his bony back and
dripped off his hairless pink butthole. He could feel a fly buzzing around
down there too, as well as several buzzing around his eyes and ears.

"He's strong. Do you think he's ever gonna take a break?"

"He will," said Akota swatting at his ear. "Are you ready to ask him?"

Gep was nervous. He didn't want to bother the woodsmen or be laughed at,
but Akota insisted he go through with this. His friend seemed truly
concerned, rubbing Gep's ribs and saying Gep looked weak. He would have
been insulted but Akota's face was so stern.

"You don't have an older brother to look out for you like me. But the
woodsmen are everyone's older brothers." Gep remembered him saying.

Eventually the oldest woodsman whooped and all the sinewy brown men dropped
their axes and ambled slowly to the large shady tree. The tall young one
named Mako was chatting with an older man. Both men were covered in sweat
and Mako's loincloth had worked itself loose during the chopping. Gep could
glimpse his manhood covered in a dense thicket of hair. Akota pushed him
forward. The small naked boy held the water skin outstretched and walked
towards the men.

"Hey Mako. Your wife brought you a gift!" one of the men laughed. Gep
stopped short and turned bright red. Mako walked over and took the skin.

"Thanks," he said with a smile. His thick ragged hair stuck to his forehead
and his eyes flashed with friendly feeling. Mako's body was lean and
muscled, dark brown form the sun and covered in sweat and dust. He had more
hair under his arms than Gep's father, though he wasn't even done
growing. Gep had heard that Mako was his distant cousin, but then again
everyone on the island was related in some way so he was not
surprised. Still, it was hard to imagine that he could be from the same
family as the handsome sturdy woodsman.

Mako knelt down before Gep so they were face to face. "To what do I owe
this kind favor, little man?"

"Um... I just wanted to help you with your work. It looks hard."

"It is. Thank you." Mako took the skin and stood. He was nearly twice as
tall as Gep. He poured a stream into his mouth as he undid his
loincloth. Gep was just an arms length away. He could smell the wood dust,
musk and sweat. The woodsman pulled the cloth away to reveal his pendulous
brown cock in a nest of wet black hair. His foreskin was thick and heavy
and there was long vein running the length of it. Gep stood transfixed as
Mako poured water over his face and let it run down his rippled body. He
could hear the other woodsmen snicker and he knew his little cock was
sticking straight out.

"That hit the spot. Do you mind filling it again?"

"Fill mine too kid," shouted another woodsman. They had all removed their
loinclothes and were lying in the shade. Gep's eyes darted among the
various chests, legs and cocks.

"Mine too."

"Ok," Gep stammered. "But when I get back do you think you could... um,
honor me with your seed?"

The woodsmen erupted in laughter. "Honor the boy, Mako. He needs honoring."

Mako shot them a playful scolding look before turning to Gep with a
smile. "I would be happy to, but not today. I gave a load to my friend Bo
this morning, gesturing at a short muscular man with a strong jaw and thin
beard. "And I must share seed with my brother tonight. I have promised."

Gep was disappointed but felt a warm feeling in his chest at Mako's kind
tone of voice. His eyes fell to the large brown sac hidden behind the man's
penis. The water had run down his body and matted the hair. The glint of a
drop winked at the lips of his foreskin. Was it water, piss, or precum? Gep
didn't swallow seed that often and couldn't be sure.

"Here kid, I'll give you a load if you go fetch my water," Bo shouted as he
stumbled over. Gep could see the hard work had stiffened his muscles.

Bo was thick and hairy for an Islander.  His shoulders were broad and
muscled but his stomach was tight. He even had some hair on his chest, and
a tremendous amount on his crotch and thighs. His cock was not as long as
Mako's and the pinkish-brown cockhead stuck out from his foreskin a little
despite it being completely soft. Gep could barely see his walnut-like sac
through the pubic hair but he could smell the musk well before Bo got near.

"Here boy. Get on your knees and take a real man's seed. This one's will
turn you into a woman!" he roared as he playfully pushed Mako away.

Bo was also smiling, but there was something in that smile that Gep didn't
like. Still, he got on his knees, transfixed on the stocky man's cock. Bo
grasped the boy's shoulder with his calloused left hand and fished his limp
cock from his sweaty tangle of pubes. Gep's eyes opened wide as he was
pulled towards it. Bo peeled back his skin to reveal his soft, slimy cock
flecked with bits of white. The smell was overpowering.

"Watch those chompers kid," a smirk playing across Bo's tanned, boxy face.

Gep wrapped his lips around the soft pink cock, barely registering the
taste of salt over the suffocating scent of smegma and musk. His body
hummed with sensation and his cocklet strained against the tiny opening of
his foreskin. He was equal parts terror and bliss. He could barely register
Akota coming up behind him in alarm as a torrent of hot bitter liquid
filled his mouth and rushed down his throat.

Gep reeled backwards, gasping and sputtering. Piss covered his face and
body as he struggled to get away. Bo was laughing and howling that his dick
had gotten knicked by the boy's big teeth. Akota came to his side and
helped him to his feet.

"Dammit Bo, he was supposed to give us water, not the other way around,"
howled one of the other woodsmen.

Akota shot the men a look and then shouted at Bo, "You shouldn't have done
that. It's a sin."

This only set them laughing more. "Calm down little priest, or we'll show
you a real sin."

Gep wiped his face with his hand as his friend led him away. Mako followed
with their water skin in hand, but Akota gave him such a withering look
that he backed off. Gep couldn't help but look back at the handsome young
man looking apologetic, but then a coughing fit hit him and he turned away
in embarrassment. He could still hear the other woodsmen cackling as they
reached the stream.

Later, while walking back home Akota scolded him. "Why did you let him put
his soft cock in your mouth? There's no way seed is coming out of there
when it's totally soft."

"I don't know! I'm not an expert. I don't have a bunch of older brothers
like you. I am the older brother in my family."

Akota looked down. "I'm sorry. What they did is wrong. They profaned the
sacred practice of sharing seed. If I told my father he could get them in
trouble."

Akota's father was very religious. Gep could hear his pious words in his
son's mouth. "No, please don't do that. I don't want them to hate me. It
was just a joke, I guess."

"Ok. Well, maybe Pecha will share with you once he gets back from the
hunt. Is it ok if I tell him what happened. Maybe he'll feel sorry for
you."

Gep didn't want someone to feel sorry for him, but he couldn't deny wanting
to touch Akota's big older brother. Pecha was a handsome well-built boy of
thirteen with a strong graceful body and a set of cock and balls that swung
hypnotically between his legs, even when the air was cool. Akota's father
beamed when the boy was near and everyone liked him.

"Sure. Sounds good... If you can."

"Hey. Why don't we practice a bit?"

Gep wasn't sure if he wanted another cock in his mouth at the moment. He
could still taste Bo's tangy, bitter piss in his mouth and throat, and
smell in his nose. But he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize the
chance to suck the cock of Akota's older brother later, so he agreed.

The two black-haired naked boys left the path and found a clearing. Akota
swept away the fallen branches and leaves while Gep examined his own
crotch. He wasn't sure if any grass or dust had stuck to skin since he left
the stream. Once Akota had finished, Gep laid down on the ground and Akota
got on top of him in a 69 position.

Akota always got on top when they did this. Gep wasn't exactly sure why,
but he didn't mind. They had been `practicing' for as long as he could
remember, but recently they had done it more frequently. Akota was now able
to get a tingly feeling at the end, if Gep did it right. Gep wasn't sure if
he had ever had the tingly feeling, but it was fun and he liked making
Akota happy.

Akota lowered his lithe, brown body onto his friend. His small hairless
cock was fully erect. Unlike Gep, Akota could pull his skin back over his
cock head with some effort. But he did not like anyone else to do it. His
crotch was still hairless, with a nearly invisible coat of fine white
vellum on his legs. His balls had grown a bit recently and his sac had
become more supple, but it was still the genitalia of a boy.

Gep took his entire cock and balls into his mouth, the bright smell of boys
sweat replacing the stench of piss in his nose. Akota moaned with pleasure
then began sucking on Gep's dick.  Gep traced his tongue all around his
friend's boyhood, then plopped his sac out of his mouth and focused his
sliding and sucking action on his cock. He enjoyed the way his friend's
cock skin glided up and down a bit. He could pull the skin forward with his
lips and tease the gathered skin with his tongue.

As a faithful believer, Akota took cock sucking very seriously. His young
mouth could handle adult size cocks, but he seemed to derive a special kind
of fun with his Gep's dick. He tried his hardest to wiggle his tongue into
Gep's foreskin. Gep could feel his friend's spit working its way into a
place where it was difficult to even wash. He knew that his friend was
sucking out sweat and residue that no one else had tasted. He looked
forward to the day when he could share something more potent.

Looking up he saw the stretch of skin between Akota's balls and ass. He had
a zigzagging ridge of flesh down the middle running to the pink of his
asshole skin. Beyond, the sun in the trees was a dazzling green. Then he
saw Akota's taint throb and his asshole open and close like a gasping
fish. His friend sucked hard on his cock and he drove his own deep into
Gep's mouth. Suddenly Gep felt a feeling he'd never felt before. Deep
inside his taint was a pulsing sensation that spread throughout his body,
grasping for something not yet there.

-Betsu-

Betsu dusted the family alter, gently, reverently, running a fur skin over
the lacquered balls and shaft. He felt a special feeling when he caressed
the totem that he was sure his brothers didn't feel. He loved to traced the
carved veins and flared head of the two-foot shaft and rest his hands on
the great big balls. Sometimes he thought he could feel them pulse with
power.

His father passed through the house, giving him a quick look. He shared
Betsu's religious devotion, and yet... he often gave the boy a pained,
questioning look. Betsu knew his thin body and delicate manners troubled
his father but he didn't know how change this. Tradition held that drinking
seed would make a man strong and virile, but Betsu drank far more than his
brothers and yet he was still no bigger than Akota. Perhaps he was drinking
the wrong kind. Strong boys and men shared seed with each other. They
didn't want to swap with him.

That morning Betsu had gone around to see several old men like he did
nearly everyday. He found wizened Aku on his stool beside the fire and
greeted him kindly. He rubbed the old man's shoulders while he listened to
him talk about his morning. Then he crawled between Aku's legs and sucked
his long droopy cock until it stiffened. Betsu knew just how Aku liked to
have his saggy balls tugged and how to gently rake his teeth along the old
man's shaft. Aku hummed and groaned, his eyes half closed and drool sliding
out of the corner of his mouth.

At one point Aku's wife came tottering in, doing her morning chores. "Thank
you Betsu. Such a nice young boy. This is the highlight of his day. You are
very sweet."

He could hear the kindness in her voice, but also a touch of pity. She knew
he would have preferred a harder cock and sweeter cum.

Afterwards, Betsu made had made his rounds and returned home with a belly
full of hot thick sour seed. He ran his hand across his flat stomach and
his bony ribs. He pulled on foreskin and came away with a thin trace of
precum. Instinctively, he brought it to his lips. Why wasn't all this seed
making him manly? Was he cursed?

He closed his eyes and imagined the cum sloshing in his belly spreading
through his torso and limbs in a wave of warmth. He felt them growing long
and strong. He pictured his cock growing thick and long like his oldest
brother, Simal's. He pictured his balls growing plump and pendulous like
Pecha's. He could feel hair sprouting from his crotch, underarms and even
his face and chest. But when he opened his eyes the only change he found
was that his little tan cock was standing erect and weeping precum.

Betsu walked to the foot of a nearby tree and began tugging on his dick. He
had never made this much precum. His slippery fingers pinched at his shaft
and his pink cock head poked in and out of its light brown sheath. He
pulled his supple hairless sac as he had pulled on Aku's a few hours
before. As the moment approached he rotated his body and walked his feet up
the tree, bending his lower body up and over his head. Looking up he could
see his slick, pink cock head winking in and out of his tan foreskin. Then
a wave of sweet sensation flooded his body and several drops of thin clear
liquid splashed down onto his face and open mouth. A few flicked wildly off
the end of his foreskin and landed among the roots of the tree.

Pleasure was instantly replaced by guilt, and Betsu tumbled forward and
began wiping the thin clear fluid off his flushed cheeks and into his
mouth. He searched the ground around the base of the tree for errant drops
but they were gone.

Later at home, the thought still worried him as he finished dusting. His
father came up behind him.

"You have dishonored yourself."

Betsu looked startled. He tried to deny it but his father cut him off.

"Omi saw you at the tree."

"She's just a girl. She doesn't know what what I was doing."

"Don't lie to me. You consumed your own seed. Did you spill any on the
ground?"

"Yes father," Betsu whimpered.

"Why? Seed is for sharing. It is a gift from the gods. None must be
wasted."

"No one wants my seed. I'm weak," he cried. Tears erupted from his eyes.

"Foolish boy. Stop crying. Even the seed of the old and the weak is
precious. You know that."

The big man took the tiny sobbing boy in his arms and pressed him against
his strong naked chest. Betsu rubbed his wet cheek against the man's thick
jaw and smelled his familiar smell.

"You can always give your seed to me, if no one else. I am not as diligent
as you in seeking it out. I need a reliable source," he smiled.

"Really?" Betsu pulled back surprised.

"Of course. Next time you feel the urge come to me and we will share with
each other."

"Can... can I have your seed now?"

"Now? Haven't you had your fill? Well, ok. I suppose. But first you must
ask forgiveness for your profanity."

His father walked him over to the shrine and they said a brief prayer. Then
the muscular man undid his loincloth. His manhood swung loose, a matted
tangle of dark moist flesh and long crinkled black hair. He peeled his long
brown cock loose from his sac, then skinned back rich brown foreskin to
reveal an angry red cock head flecked with tiny bits of white cheese. Betsu
could see several pubic hairs stuck to the head and reached out to pluck
them off. The heat of the cockhead was shocking to the touch.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his little sister Omi standing in the
doorway. He gave her a triumphant look and she darted out of sight. In her
place was his youngest brother Kala. The boy toddled over slowly and
reached for the big dick in Betsu's hand.

"No. Go away."

"Betsu, don't be selfish. Share with your brother." Then turning to
Kala. "Kala, you help me share my seed with Betsu? Can you pleasure my
balls while Betsu sucks my cock."

Kala answered with a gapped-toothed grin. Betsu knew that father rarely
shared his manhood with his youngest son, and when he did he simply
masturbated into the boy's upturned mouth. Kala would grimace at the taste,
but he knew better than to complain. Big boys wanted to drink seed, so Kala
forced himself to want it too.

Betsu turned his attention back to his father's stiffening cock. The smell
was intense, but far more enticing than the smells of the old men that
morning. It was a ripe, manly smell. He took the bright red skinned
cockhead gently into his mouth, making sure not to touch it with his
teeth. He wrapped his mouth around it and enjoyed the sharp, fishy taste of
the cock cheese as it dissolved away.

Kala shoved in front of Betsu, positioning himself between his brother and
his father's legs. Then he arched his back and raised his head up, closing
his upturned mouth around father's right nut like a fish going for
crumbs. His shaggy little head clunked into Betsu's chin, nearly causing
him to bite father's dick. Betsu positioned Kala directly in front of him
and began unconsciously humping his little brother as he bobbed his head on
father's cock. Father had to crouch awkwardly to accommodate both his sons
between his legs.

Betsu's tiny but expert mouth stretched around his father's throbbing
manhood. He could hear the man grunting softly. His thick muscular legs
were shaking. Betsu drool pour through his pubes and drizzled down his sac,
bringing a fresh wave of salt and musk to Kala's mouth.

Once he got used to the taste, the seven-year-old got playful. He kissed
and sucked and pulled the loose dusky skin, letting one ball and then
another plop in and out of his mouth. At one point he tried using his
fingers to push both balls in, but he felt his father flinch in pain so he
stopped.

The boys settled into a position where Betsu's stiff drooling prick was
sliding up and down the length of Kala's butt crack. The little boy
whimpered and hummed with ticklish pleasure. Betsu was humming too. The
rhythm of their bobbing and thrusting had lulled him into a trance and his
father's cock was slipping farther down his throat than any cock had gone
before. Then without warning, Father pulled his cock out of Betsu's mouth
and gently fished Kala off his sac. He placed the boys side by side with
his firm left hand and stroked his slick cock in front of their
faces. Betsu tilted back his head and opened his mouth wide. Kala copied
him.

Their father's body was flushed and every muscle was flexing and
twitching. On the upstroke, his ample foreskin completely engulfed his
cockhead and a snarl of dark wrinkled skin crested past the tip. On the
downstroke, half of his red cock head poked out and the pisshole gaped open
wide, a film of precum stretching over the opening. Suddenly he held the
downstroke and shuddered, aiming his fat cock into Betsu's open mouth as
shot after shot of hot, thick bitter cum squirted out. The tiny eleven-year
old wanted to savor every drop but he quickly realized he would need to
swallow some of it to avoid it spilling out. He open his throat and let the
potent cum roll down into his stomach to join the earlier loads. This one
was as much as all the others combined. His stomach felt full of seed. His
father's seed. The seed that had made him and his brothers and sisters. The
seed that had grown in his father's powerful balls until he and Kala coaxed
it out.

Betsu stumbled back in a daze. Kala, who had been looking on in wonder
leaned forward and his father skinned his cock all the back then pushed it
forward so that the remained cum gathered like honey on his bunched
foreskin. His sweet-faced son open his pink little mouth and dutifully
sucked it clean. He winced at the taste, but then grinned as the initial
bitterness gave way to a rich musky sweetness.

Betsu's father walked over and fell to his knees before the family
alter. He kissed the wooden phallus and whispered prayers of thanks for his
reverent dutiful sons. His prayers where interrupted by shouts from
outside.

Betsu ran to the doorway to see two men walking towards the house carrying
a large boar trussed on a pole between them. Beside the men was his
thirteen-year-old brother Pecha, spattered with blood smiling his broad
toothy smile. His loincloth was tied around his shoulder and his long
fleshy cock and balls were swinging in time with his waving arm.