Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 16:28:33 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: At The Dawn of Time

			    AT THE DAWN OF TIME
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Not far away, there were the sounds of a male Australopithecus and a
female Australopithecus making love. Fri's only problem with that was that
he wasn't the male doing it. Not for lack of trying!
     Instead, Fri sat underneath the tree, nursing his wound on his arm
disconsolately. Darkclaw had bitten him badly. Fri looked at him not so far
away, mating with Cos, grunting with his pleasure as he rammed his cock in
and out of Cos with rough delight. Cos would bear his child, Darkclaw would
have yet another child, while Fri was again left alone with his
frustration. To see the females in heat, to smell them ready, to know they
would bear young if only he could mate with them...yet Darkclaw, the old,
large, battle-scarred male, he would be the one to procreate. Beyond them
was the river, where some of the rest were trying to catch fish, most with
their hands, though one male was stabbing at the fish with his hunting
stick. He wasn't having any luck, either, but Fri nodded. It was a good
idea, to hunt fish the way you hunted gophers and rats, with a sharpened
stick. The river was the coolest place at this time of day, in the heat of
the African sun pouring onto the savannah grasses. The other side of the
river held gazelles, a few zebras, and a large number of birds. If they
could cross the river, they would have good hunting. All was life and joy
and belonging...except for Fri, he was still something of an outsider.
     Fri had wandered into Darkclaw's group over four months ago, and he
had hadn't yet managed to fit in, not to mention not managed even a furtive
mating with a not-yet-quite-ready female in all that time. Every now and
then, a young male such as he might draw a female away long enough for her
to come into season, it was his only hope until Darkclaw became old enough,
or injured enough, or careless enough, to be knocked from his position as
the alpha male of the group. It was his only hope, to wait, watch, and pray
for a chance. Maybe some female would notice him, notice the young male
Fri, and be willing to slip away when her time came. He tried so hard,
giving likely females the choice piece of antelope meat, grooming her fur
and picking off the fleas, chewing them between his strong teeth, endless
hours doing that. And yet, so far, none had. Cos was even cooing over
Darkclaw now that he had finished mating with her. She was grooming him!
Waiting for him to recover and mate with her again, for her fertile cycle
was far from over, she was still giving off pheremones, Fri could smell her
clear over where he was, and she wouldn't even look his way.
     His wounded arm was as clean as his tongue could make it. Fri picked
up a rock and pounded it upon another rock, though no nut was between
them. He had learned to do that to open the tough-hulled nuts, break them
open and release the sweet stuff within. And how to stick a long thin
branch into a termite mound, leave it there for a handful of seconds, and
then lift it out, to have it covered with angry termites, to be licked off
and savored for their woody-tasting deliciousness!
     No termite mounds around here, though. Had he wandered out of the
range of the termite mound-builders? He hadn't been able to demonstrate
this useful talent. He had watched Darkclaw pound a large branch into a
sharp point, and use it after running down the prey to stick it and kill
it. And the sharpened rocks to cut the flesh from the bone. That was Fri's
problem, he had the wrong talents to show himself as a good provider, he
was left fumbling while the other males got the best parts.
     He took the rock and a dry stick and began to pound it. He hadn't
quite seen how the males of this new group did that, how hitting this stick
made it sharper. All he did with the rock was flatten the stick and shatter
the fibers into useless strips.
     "Un-un-un." came the sound. Fri looked up. It was Dra, one of the
younger males of this new group. He would be leaving the group before much
longer, most likely, for the same reason Fri had left his own group, to
find females that weren't close relatives. Such females didn't smell right,
even in their heat, they weren't attractive. Fri hadn't thought much about
leaving his mother and aunts and his large father-leader, but one day he
had found some urine on the ground. Sniffed it, and it was from a female
not of his group. She wasn't that far away from her time to mate. That was
enough, the smell lingered, telling him which way to go, and he had left
without looking back even once.
     Dra hadn't yet found his puddle of urine on the ground, so he was
still here, living with his family, helping his father and half-brothers
hunt, bringing it home to his mother, aunts and half-sisters. Why was Dra
here, beside Fri?
     He had with him a stick, not a dead one like Fri, but a freshly cut
branch, straight and clean. And a rock, one of the cutting rocks.
     Dra sat down and sharpened the end of the branch, while Fri
watched. Stopped nearly done, and handed the branch and rock to Fri.
     He was teaching Fri how to do it! Fri gave it a try, he was
semi-skilled with the sharpened rocks, his own group had used them though
not to the extent his new group did but...
     Dra's hand came over and helped Fri, adjusted the rock so that he
would strike the branch with the rock at an angle. Fri tried it and was
rewarded with a nice, clean cut into the stick. Eagerly, he did it again
and again, and the stick became sharp. Nice and sharp. Yes, yes!
     He grinned at Dra, who grinned back. Fri looked down at the stick. It
was a nice hunting stick, one of the best...but it belonged to Dra! He
handed it back to Dra with a great regret...but Fri's place in the group
was still tenuous, he had to give it back.
     Dra pushed the stick back toward Fri. Fri tried giving it back again,
Dra again refused. A few more back-and-forths and Fri, now sure that Dra
was giving him the sharpened hunting stick, and he held it close to
himself. With this, he could try hunting with Darkclaw. Maybe, if the hunt
got fierce enough, he could accidentally stick it INTO Darkclaw! Then the
females would all belong to Fri!
     Dra reached over and his fingers stroked through Fri's fur on his
arm. A flea, disturbed, came to the top and Dra's fingertips nimbly caught
it and Dra lifted it to his lips, chewed it carefully. His fingers returned
to their task, and now he bent his head over to look more closely. Looking
for more fleas to pick off of Fri. He was GROOMING Fri!
     Wonderful, wonderful acceptance! Fri was a part of the group, as far
as Dra was concerned. He looked to see who among the group would see this
grooming, for grooming was a way of showing the acceptance. But the rest of
the group had moved away, he could just see them further downriver. Not too
far away, but if they moved any further, it would be time to run after
them, before he lost them...or before a lion found him!
     But he was with Dra and Dra was with him. And he had the new hunting
stick. Even a lion would think twice about attacking two young males in
good health, one of whom had a newly sharpened stick.
     Dra moved around behind him and Fri let him, for Dra would get those
fleas off his back fur, the ones he could not catch for himself, they would
drive him to distraction at times, when he would lie on the ground and roll
around, or back up against a tree, for he was a new male and nobody else
would groom him. But now...he had Dra.
     Dra's fingers moved upon his back, lifting off the offending fleas,
one by one. Those fingers were running through his fur, stroking the skin
beneath, oh, that felt so good, so good!
     Dra's hands pushing Fri forward and Fri moved, lifting his buttocks
from the ground. Dra's body pushed up against Fri.
     Fri felt Dra's hot, slimy organ pressing up against him and he
stiffened, let out a grunt of surprise. What was he supposed to do now?
     He could pull away easy enough. Run a few steps away, turn and snarl,
show teeth. But if he did that, Dra wouldn't groom him any more. Wouldn't
show him how to sharpen the sticks. Wouldn't be his first friend among this
new group, that didn't seem to want to accept him at all.
     So he relaxed again, and Dra pushed against him. Into him.
     Dra grunted with his pleasure as he pushed into Fri's ass, the hot red
prong throbbed inside of Fri's butt, and Fri grunted himself. There was a
pleasure in being another male's sexual partner, the pleasure of having a
male's cock in your ass, rubbing inside, a special warm place deep within
that gave him pleasure much like his own cock did when he rubbed it.
     But this time was...different. Usually, when another male would mount
Fri (older, larger males would use the smaller younger ones like Fri when
sexual frustration ran too high), the male would hump at him hard, fast,
eager only for his own sexual satisfaction. He would finish quickly,
usually within the span of a handful of breaths, and then he would
disengage.
     Dra wasn't doing that. He was moving...slower. Like he wanted this
time to last.
     And lasting, it was doing something more than the other times had. Fri
felt the hot organ stroking his inside, upon that special place, over and
over...and the pleasure, usually only a salve to the roughness of the sex
otherwise, was building into something...something more.
     Fri galvanized into action, instead of lying still, he began to hunch
backwards against Dra's plunging, steaming dong, he was grunting himself as
if he were the one with his cock inside another male's ass, not the one
being fucked, he wanted more of this kind of sex, he wanted more, more!
     Dra's hands went under Fri's ribcage, and made smooth stroking motions
along Fri's chest, gentle movements that further excited his passion, made
the encounter even more ecstatic, even more pleasure-filled, his entire
body was a part of his passion, he was writhing with the sensations that
were assailing senses from all over his body.
     Dra gave out a strangled groan and Fri felt the hot sperm surge into
his body, he vented his own keening cry and his own seed splashed onto the
ground below, sank into the hot, dry ground. Fri squinted his eyes shut,
felt the joy washing over his body, rushing through it, cleansing
it...changing it forever.
     And then Dra was done and now he did as the other males had, he fell
upon Fri and Fri himself sank back to the ground entirely. Dra panted a few
hot breaths against the back of Fri's neck, and then rolled off.
     Fri looked at Dra lying upon the ground, his cock slick and wet from
Fri's ass, and his hand went over and touched Dra's body, petting him the
way Dra had petted him and as he petted Dra, he found his body awakening
again to his arousal. For his part, Dra regarded the erection now jutting
out from Fri's body and he responded by rolling onto his back, raised his
buttocks and presented them to him.
     Grunting eagerly, Fri scooted over on his knees and his cock touched
those sweaty buttocks, and then it was slipping between them and then, oh,
God, the dark softness between, and it was opening for him! He slid inside
and it was warm, so warm.
     It was like he hadn't even had his first climax. His cock was
seething, pulsing, he wanted to come again so badly...and yet. Dra had been
gentle. Fri steeled himself to control his newborn passion, to move as
gently as Dra had done with him.
     And the gentle movements rewarded him with that same feeling of joy he
had had before. Fri tried stroking Dra's body with his hands, feeling the
muscles of the back, along the hips, as they swayed in rhyme to his own
thrusts, and he raised his eyes skyward, closed them in his passion, rocked
in slow ecstasy.
     It laster longer than Dra had with him, but that was only that his
body truly was less needful this second time. He fucked Dra as the sun sank
lower in the sky, the sky darkened, turning from blue to deep blue, to dark
blue, to that color neither blue nor truly black, and then the first stars
peered through. Only when the stars were more than the fingers on his hands
(as high as Fri could count), only then did Fri's passion begin to take
hold of him once again.
     He murmured gentle assurances to Dra as he moved faster, and Dra's
fingers went out and caught the long grass in which they lay and he had a
big handful and he squeezed them tight as his ass clenched hard on Fri's
cock.
     Again, they came together, Fri's jism flowed out of him in a slow,
languid stream, with no force to it, it simply poured from his cock and
into Dra's body and Dra jerked and moaned as his own climax tossed him
about beneath Fri.
     Fri looked at the encroaching darkness and then at the river. If the
group had moved on, he and Dra had just become rogue males again, searching
for a tribe to call their own. He would have to start all
over...correction. They would start all over together.
     But the group of Darkclaw remained where it was, bedding down for the
night not far from the river.
     Darkclaw regarded them as they rejoined the group. He slapped Maj, one
of the young males, motioned him to stand guard this night. Maj would watch
for a time, then wake another young male to watch in his turn. Fri and Dra
would have to take their turns, no doubt. But for now, they were left
alone.
     Dra lay down and Fri didn't hesitate to lie next to him. Their bodies
would keep each other warm during the surprisingly cold African
night. Dra's hand stroked Fri's stomach idly, not in passion, but
in...possession. Fri for his part settled his head on Dra's head and looked
up again at the night sky.
     There was no moon yet, it would rise in another hour or so. There were
no clouds, the rainy season was still weeks away. There were only...the
stars. Too many stars to count, so very, very many.
     Fri felt his mind clear as it had not been ever since his puberty had
clouded his brain with the need to mate. He had his mate now, he had Dra,
and his body was quiet once again. His brain was free from the need to
appraise the females for their readiness to receive him, he was free from
the need to study the other males, which one could he defeat and which
could defeat him. Darkclaw could have Cos, could have all the females. Fri
didn't need them anymore. He had Dra, and Dra had him.
     His brain, free to wander with the room it now held within itself, was
casting about for something else to occupy itself. What it had were the
stars.
     What were the stars? Fri had seen them all his life, but never until
now had he thought about them. Were they fires, burning in the sky? He had
lived through a fire once, big and fierce, it had driven his group before
them, and only an early rain had quenched it in time to spare their
lives. But the fires of these stars were so small, if he could get close to
one, he could spike it upon his spear. Such a small fire would keep the
lions away, he was certain. It would be nice to have such a small fire of
his very own. It would be useful to Dra and to his group in so many
ways. But how could he hope to do this?
     He would have plenty of time to think about such things in the days
and weeks and years to come.

				  THE END
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