Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2017 13:11:14 -0500
From: John Marris <blackstripe15@gmail.com>
Subject: Milkweed Island - Part 4

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-Betsu-

Betsu fell through endless darkness. His thin naked body clawed at the
nothingness. Suddenly he hit a warm, viscous ocean. Submerged, he scrambled
to swim to the surface but it was so hard to swim in the thick liquid. It
was not water. Panicked , he tried to breath or scream. His mouth and lungs
were flooded. It was cum; hot, bitter and caustic.

Finally he broke the surface and wiped the slimy film from his eyes. He was
stranded in a white angry sea of cum. It was the seed of all his ancestors
and all of his brother's descendants, stretching out to the horizon. The
waves crashed over his head, filling his nostrils and mouth, choking
him. The cum gushed into his ears, his eyes, up his butt, and into his
peehole. Every hole burned. His body became filled with cum. The weight of
it pulled him down, crushing him. Then he woke gasping, his head pounding,
and his body covered in a cold sweat.

He looked around the hut. The morning sun peeked in through the cracks in
the walls and danced at the entrance as the wind fluttered the curtain. His
uncle, who he had slept next to, was gone. Roke and Mika, the boys he had
pleasured last night, were still sleeping nearby. Mika was cuddling Roke,;
his muscled arm thrown over the boy's delicate chest and his thick leg laid
over Roke's lean stomach. Below that leg, Roke's phimotic, hooked cock
stood erect, straining against the foreskin like a wild animal in a
sack. The nipple of dark, chewy skin that protruded beneath his cockhead
glimmered with a hint of precum. Normally, Betsu would have been
transfixed, but the headache, the nausea, and the nightmare had dulled his
thirst for cum.

Father, Grandfather, Simal and the two priests were gone. Bestu's sweet
friend Palo, who had attended to Grandfather the night before, was gone
too. Akota was sleeping alone near the hearth. His friend Gep was locked in
a bear hug from smelly Toma. Although asleep, Gep's arms and legs were
extended out in a pose of attempted escape, but his hard little hairless
cock told a different story.

Pecha slept spreadeagled on his stomach on a mat nearby. Wiping the sleep
form his eyes, Betsu noticed movement behind his brother's butt. Betsu
crawled over to investigate and found his youngest brother Kala pushing
Pecha's legs apart and poking his bushy little head in his Pecha's crotch.

"What are you doing?" Betsu hissed.

"It's not fair. I didn't get any seed last night. I fell asleep."

"You can't just take seed from someone while they are asleep. It's wrong!"

"He gave me some last week," Kala whined. "He took me swimming and then
gave me some. It was sweet, not bitter like Father's."

Betsu felt a pang of jealousy. How long had it been since Pecha had offered
to give him seed. And instead he was giving it to a boy who had just lost
his baby teeth. It wasn't fair.

"Leave him alone. He is sleeping."

Then, without opening his eyes, Pecha slowly lifted his butt a bit as a
sign of consent.  Betsu knew he must be hungover and worn out from last
night, but his older brother's cock was still hard as a rock.

"See, it's ok," said Kala. "Help me get it out."

Kala shimmied on his back, aiming to slide under Pecha's slightly upraised
pelvis. Betsu sighed and then straddled his little brother in the space
between Pecha's legs. He slid his small brown hands under Pecha's hips and
helped lift them up so that Kala could get in position. Pecha remained
motionless.

Kala gently cradled Pecha's balls and kissed each one before moving them
out of the way so he could get his head face-to-face with Pecha's erect
cock. Pecha's cock was easily as long as Kala's head, and Betsu knew that
the little boy would not be able to get Pecha off without his help,
especially since it was clear that Pecha was not going to be helping
himself. Betsu reached down and lifted Pecha's long balls off Kala's
neck. The sac was a beautiful thing; soft, lush and hairless. Despite his
headache, Betsu couldn't resist the desire to give each heavy nut and quick
peck too. He whispered a silent prayer thanking the gods for blessing his
family with such a gift. Then, holding the nuts back against Pecha's taint
with his left hand, Betsu fished his bony arm under the young teen and
aimed his cock down towards Kala's face.

"Put your hands at the base of his dick and hold him up. I'll jack him off
for you" said Betsu.

Betsu felt the boy use all his strength to Pecha's pelvis up. Pecha's eyes
remained shut, his head pillowed on his crossed arms. Betsu, still pinning
Pecha's loose sac out of the way with his left hand, began angling his
brother's big dusky dick towards Kala's mouth.

It was awkward. There wasn't enough space between the cock and Kala's
upturned mouth. If Pecha tried to aim the thick cock into Kala's mouth, too
much would go in and Kala would surely choke. Finally, Betsu settled on
pointing the cock up and jacking it parallel to Kala's face. Kala kept his
hands firmly at the base of his big brother's manhood, burying his tiny
fingers in the fine, silky pubic hair. His brow was furrowed in
determination. He would have bitten his lip, but his front two teeth were
missing. Instead, he gave a goofy monkey-like grimace that made Betsu want
to laugh.

Betsu head began to throb with the effort. It was hard to balance in this
position and his face was drooping lower and lower towards Pecha's upturned
ass. A fine, single-file row of black hairs marched on either side of his
pinkish-brown asshole. The smell of boy musk was intense.

Betsu used all his tricks to speed things up; twisting, wiggling his
fingers around Pecha's cock and flicking his tongue across his clammy brown
taint, trying to slick down the tiny black hairs. At one point Betsu
noticed that sleeping Pecha had dug his knees in and was supporting his own
weight. Kala had let go and was reaching up catch the precum that was
leaking from the young teen's prick.

"Take that and put it on his balls," Betsu hissed, squeezing out a rope of
precum. "Now, lick it off."

Betsu shoved the ball sac up. Kala scooted down a little and smeared the
viscous slime on Pecha's big nuts, then gave them a feverish tongue
bath. Betsu marveled at how easy it was to pull Pecha's nuts this way and
that. The sac had so much slack.

Betsu could tell by his breathing that Pecha was close to cumming. He
pushed his little brother back in place and carefully aimed the cock into
Kala's upturned mouth. With a final downstroke, Pecha's bright pink
cockhead peeked from his rich brown foreskin and five thick shots fired
down Kala's hungry throat. Kala wrapped his lips around the dick, sucking
out the last squirt like a baby on a tit. Then Pecha tumbled to the side
and curled up in the fetal position. Kala was splayed out on the floor
beaming with a wet, gapped-toothed smile.

Betsu spotted a last drop of cum drooling out of Pecha's dick. His stomach
churned and he remembered his nightmare. Still, it would be a sin if it
went to waste, he thought. So he lunged over and slurped the thick, white
drop off Pecha's foreskin nozzle. It was sweet.

He gave Kala a kiss on the forehead and then got up to leave.

"I'm going to the beach."

"Can I come?" Kala asked.

"No."


-Akota-

Akota woke up and helped extract Gep from Toma's clutches without waking
the pale, burly boy, then they ran to Gep's hut. Gep had forgotten to ask
permission to sleep over and he was worried that his father might be
angry. He was, and, after a severe scolding, Gep's father ordered the boys
to help him repair the roof of his hut.

Gep's hut was not as substantial as the hut of Akota's family, and the roof
was made of palm fronds, not the thatch that was cut from fields on the
mountain and brought down at great expense. Because the fronds were
delicate, it was difficult for a full-grown man to make repairs.  But
little Gep scampered long the roof, loosening ties and replacing rotted
fronds with ease. Here, his bowed legs served him well. He looked like a
hairless monkey. Akota and Gep's father stood on the ground, handing up
fronds, ties and pieces of bamboo.

At one point, Gep was repairing a bit of roof near the eave and his naked
ass was hanging off the edge. His father and Akota were treated to the
nine-year-old's squatting ass winking at them over the ledge. Akota's mind
immediately went to the night before, when the older priest named Goro had
spread milkweed porridge over his upturned ass and licked it clean. What a
strange feeling it had been. Goro's beard had scratched the tender skin
almost to the point of pain, but strongest sensation had been his powerful
tongue pushing into Akota's tight, pink hole. If he had not been a priest,
and if Akota had not been upside-down and dizzy from the liquor, he might
have run away in disgust. But now the thought of it made his dick stand up
hard.

Gep's father noticed Akota's erection and took his Gep's crotch and ass
hanging off the roof to be the cause. His face grew worried.

"You know Akota, Gep is my oldest boy. He's not a fourth son like you. He's
my heir. One day he will take a wife and have children."

"Gep with a girl?" Akota laughed. "No way. He won't know what to do."

Akota expected Gep's father to take it as a joke, but instead he saw a
flash of anger behind his eyes.

"He will have a wife, and you... will probably not. I hope you are ready to
say goodbye to this part of your life when the time comes."

Akota grew quiet. It was strange to talk about the future with this older
man. He didn't understand why Gep's father was angry. He had heard people
call him a fourth son before with some mix of pity and scorn, but he didn't
yet grasp why it was a bad thing. He loved having older brothers.

"Gep and I will always be friends. He's my best friend."

Gep's father's face softened. He muttered in agreement and put a hand on
Akota's shoulder. Then he called Gep off the roof and sent the boys off to
play.

On the way to the stream to clean off the sweat and dust, Akota mentioned
the events of last night. They talked about the boar testicle liquor and
the seed porridge. Then Gep asked the question he had been wanting to ask
all day.

"What was that priest doing to your ass? Why was he licking it?"

"I don't know. It was so weird! Thank the gods we went swimming with Pecha
before dinner. What if I had poop in there?" he said laughing.

"Maybe you should wipe your butt better," said Gep. Then they both laughed,
and then fell silent for a bit.

"So, did it feel good?" Gep asked.

"I don't know. Kind of. Sometimes he was sucking my balls too. One time he
sucked my cock at bit, I think. It was so weird being upside down, and that
drink and the boar meat made me dizzy."

"I think I licked Simal's ass one time," Gep confessed, trying to be
supportive. "We were sucking him off and you made me suck his balls and
lick his taint. I think my tongue went too far down."

"Yeah, I remember that time. That was a while ago though."

"Yeah, I don't remember if he liked it. I just remember the taste was a
little different," said Gep.

"Pecha hated it yesterday when my tongue got near his ass, when you we were
on the rock," said Akota. "I guess some people don't like it."

"So... do you want to try it and see if we like it?" Gep offered.

Akota gave an evil grin and then ran off towards the stream. When the boys
got there they dove into the water and splashed around, whooping and
screaming. At one point, Akota grabbed Gep's butt and drove his fingers
between his thin cheeks, joking that he needed to wash well. Gep got his
revenge by filling his mouth with water and squirting it in Akota's
face. Both boys cleaned the taste of boar meat and morning breath from
their mouths by chewing fresh stalks of milkweed that grew along the
stream. Finally, the boys grew tied of playing and moved to the large,
flat, mid-stream rock where Pecha and the other older boys had fed Gep
their seed the day before. It was still mid-morning and the rock was cool.

"Should we do 69-position?" Gep asked.

"No, it's too hard. Let's just take turns. Bakka?"

The boys instantly broke into the Bakka, gesture game that was used by
Island children to decide any argument. Akota won and chose to get licked
first. Gep protested but then laid down on the rock.

"Are you going to play with your dick while I lick you?"

"I don't know. If it feels good maybe," Akota replied, straddling Gep's
head and lowering his pert hairless ass onto his friend's round face.

Gep's tongue was cautious at first, and the feeling was weird to the point
of uncomfortable. Akota felt strange in the noisy silence, the birds and
cicadas making a din in the trees. He hoped no one would come by. It was
not strange on the island to see boys at sex-play, and little was said
about it if an effort was made to be discrete. But Akota was not sure how
his other friends would react if they saw him in this position, or worse,
Pecha's friend Toma. Toma would certainly force them to lick his ass. Just
the thought made Akota sick.

After a moment, Gep became more bold and began licking and smacking and
jabbing his tongue into Akota's tight, pink sphincter. Akota began rocking
his hips back and forth in a gentle thrusting motion. He looked down at his
friend's light brown body, his ribcage stood out aggressively behind his
chest. His brown nipples were no more than spots. His tiny belly that
usually poked out due to his bad posture, was perfectly flat. His light
brown cock was fully hard, the tight foreskin opening staring at Akota like
a tiny red eye.

Akota looked down and saw he was hard too. He started playing with his
cock, at first gently, but then with purpose. Gep's tongue sent shockwaves
of feeling from his asshole to the root of his little prick. He moaned,
rocking more quickly and leaning forward to open his ass up more. Akota
placed his left hand on Gep's chest, his thin fingers resting in the spaces
between his Gep's ribs.

"Does it feel good?" Gep said, his voice muffled by Akota's butt.

"Mm, don't stop. It feels good. Does it taste bad?"

"A bit like boar meat."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We can stop."

"No, I like boar meat." Gep chirped. Then resumed chomping on Akota's slick
ass.

It wasn't long until Akota felt the good feeling; the pulsing in his taint
and the twitching of his cock. Gep's tongue was buried in his nine-year-old
ass and wiggling up and down. Akota moaned and shuddered, then froze. His
whole body was tingling. Gep's tongue froze for a moment too, then the boy
tried wiggling it some more and Akota shot up.

"It feels weird after the good feeling comes. Wow, that was cool though.
Thanks."

Gep's round face was flushed red. His bucked-tooth smile cover in spit. "My
turn!"