Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2016 23:11:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Amazon Boys Chpt 2 This story is a little different from most that I write. The first part sets up the story and what living in the Amazon might be like to an American boy. The racy parts are coming up. I mean boys will be boys, even in the rain forest. I would love to hear if you like it. Please email me. I try very hard to return messages. Without feedback, I don't know if I am doing well or boring you. Remember. Nifty can always use your financial help. Checkout the link for my other stories. ***************************************************************************** Chapter two Over the next week, we had a steady stream of men and boys view our camp. It was fun watching them appear seemingly from nowhere. One minute they were not there and the next they disappeared like ghost. They tended not to say anything but just looked and then vanished. Everyone came naked...well, not totally naked. The little boys were totally nude while the older boys wore a belt about a finger wide about their waist. The men had the same kind of belt about four fingers wide around their waist and a colorful fiber material crisscrossed over their shoulders and across their chest like bandoliers. Most of the men had black `paint' around their upper arms and faces as decoration. Both men and boys had painted black tattoos on their chest and arms. Once in a while, one of the men would appear with palm leaves in their hair ... like a crown, similar to the one on the Statue of Liberty. I wish I could describe the girls and women but at this point only males came to the camp. While the tribal boys were naked, I continued to wear shorts. I did give up wearing underwear and shirts however. It was just too hot. I finally had to give up wearing flip flops when I got a bad fungus infection between my toes. The infection was partly my fault and partly where we were camping. It was mostly my fault because I refused to take a bath or swim in the water. My dad told me it was safe to swim but fuck, I knew there were massive crocodiles in the river and I didn't want to be their next supper so I stayed away from the water. My showers were from a bucket of warm water and a large cup. I would get the riberenos (our guides and workers) to heat the water and then use a big cup to dip into the bucket and pour the hot water over me. I wasn't very efficient but got the job done... kind of. I was wearing my shorts and flip flops when I took my bucket bath so I wasn't getting everything clean.The other reason for my infection was our camp. We lived in the jungle, under big tarps spread between trees or poles. There was not a lot of sun shining into the camp as we were in the jungle under the canopy. Every day it rained so the ground was damp or wet and muddy. I slept in a hammock and in my shorts so I tended to stayed wet from the humidity. Even though the tarp had open sides I stayed wet, even under the tent. By the time we had camped for a week, I was ripe. So ripe that my dad wanted me to strip, jump in the water and take a real bath. I told him no and then described why. The day we arrive at the camp, the riberenos were setting up the camp and I was bored. I took my binoculars and camera and went to the river bank to watch the birds and maybe take some photos. I saw a beautiful heron of some sort, fishing on the other bank. As I continued to search the other bank for other animals, I saw a large crocodile slowly swam up toward the bird. Only his head was above the water. The rest of him was submerged. In spite of his enormous size he didn't make a ripple in the water. He swam slowly and steadily toward the big white heron. If the heron knew he was being staked he sure didn't act like it. The big bird walked in the knee deep water, plunging his head into the river pulling out a small fish for dinner every few feet. If I didn't know better I would have taken the crocodile for a log just drifting in the water. I'm sure that's what the heron thought. All of a sudden, so fast I never really saw it clearly; the crocodile jumped out of the water and grabbed a howler monkey from a tree branch hanging ten feet over the river. The monkey was making loud sounds and thrashing about as the twenty foot reptile sank into the muddy water with the monkey in his mouth. I was shocked. When the crocodile jumped, I also jumped back further up the bank. The crocodile later surfaced with the monkey still in his mouth, only now the poor primate was not moving. The crocodile threw back his head and swallowed the monkey in one major bite. There was no fucking way I was going in that water, I didn't care how badly I smelled. Luckily for me, our time in the jungle camp came to an end. One day, Yampi appeared and told my dad we would be moving the next morning. The riberenos started to load the boats up and the next morning we struck the tents and were ready to leave. Only the Indian didn't show up in the morning. Right after lunch, we heard chanting as the Xingu came down the river in canoes. This was a sight to see. There were four canoes each with three warriors in them. The warriors were dressed in colorful bandoliers that crisscrossed across their chest and had flamboyant feathers in their hair. Half their faces were died in red and the other half, black. When they stood up we could see they were naked except for their belt around their waist. All of the warriors carried bows with five foot arrows. It was impressive. Dad and I got into two of the canoes and up river we went with the Xingu chanting and singing as we paddled to their camp. Soon we could hear the women up river, singing in celebration of our arrival. We were within sight of their village and we saw everyone, old men, women and kids on the village bank singing and dancing. The village was on high ground a short distance from the river. We beached the canoes and the Xingu women stated to chant louder and then they got into two lines and started to dance in our honor. The women were dressed similar to the men. They didn't wear shirts or blouses. Their breasts were uncovered and their tits flopped round unencumbered by any clothing. Around their waist they had a belt similar to the guys only they had a bit of beaten bark that functioned like cloth in their front, supposing covering their sex parts. It didn't work. I could see their pubic hair and vaginas easily. Across their chest were the bandoliers like cord. While the guys' belts were black and kind of plain, the women's were colorful. Like the men they were covered in tattoos. The women danced for us as they led us into the village. After living in the jungle for the past month, the village surprised me. It was set around a big open area. The ground was dirt but beat down and flat like a frying pan. It was dry even after a big rain. Surrounding the open common area were the homes. Each house was built on stilts, there feet in the ground. The floors of the houses were bamboo placed close together using vines. When you walked on the floor they bounced but were very secure and there was no way they would break. The roofs were a grass of some sort, designed so the rain just flowed off. Each house was really just a large open space; in the houses were hammocks suspended from the poles holding up the roof. In the roof rafters, the family stored important kitchen ware and hunting equipment. The only structure not on stilts was a big building in the middle of the circle of homes surrounding the field. It was larger than any three homes and had mud walls and thatch roof. Later, I learned it was the main meeting building for the tribe. They stored holy tribal items there. They even had a set of armor from the Spanish invasion hundreds of years ago. The line of dancing women let us into the big field and started to dance around the fire circle. We sat on logs as young naked girls gave us drinks and fruit to eat. The drinks were a fermented fruit drink. I was hungry and thirsty so I just chug-a-lugged a whole cup of the drink and started to eat the fruit. My dad learned over and said, "Don't get drunk. That the local beer." I slowed down my drinking but didn't stop. It tasted good. After the women stopped dancing, there came a big shout and a big line of men and boys danced out of the big building. Everyone was naked except for their belts. In addition to their belts, they all were decorated with colorful feathers in their hair. The bandoliers were either bright red or bright yellow. The men left the building first, followed by the boys who were equally decorated, only in boy sized feathers and belts. As the boys and men danced by me, I could see their dinks flopping up and down in rhythm to the drums. The only time the dancing stopped was went the women started to bring out the main food a few hours later. The village had cooked a large wild pig over a split. They also cooked a few smaller animals by tossing them into the fire and letting them roast that way. In addition we had a few vegetable items and fruits. I recognized the fruit but had no idea what I was eating in terms of the cooked roots. The roots didn't have much taste and had the look of oatmeal. My dad was talking to the village elders and I was, again, alone, when three boys came over to "talk" to me. The boys were naked except for their belts and the feathers in their hair. After a lot of hand signals and pantomime, I learned their names were Erowo, Katmatixi and Ikpeng. All three boys must have been around my age. They were as tall as I was and had the same body look as an eleven year old, almost twelve, would have. I noticed that we all had the same sized balls and dick. Both Erowo and I had a new crop of pubic hairs as well. They were all uncircumcised as all the village males were. It was fun talking to someone my own age. We laughed and pushed each other as we found ways to communicate. Like kids everywhere, we soon got bored with the adult things going on around us so, after checking in with my dad, we left the party and the boys showed me the village. I visited each one of their homes. They were all the same; hammocks for sleeping and not much else. During the walk I had to take a piss to get rid of all the beer I had consumed. The four of us went to the back of one of the houses and I pulled down my shorts and draped my cock over my waist band and started to piss. They just grabbed their dicks and aimed. That was one of the great benefits of going naked. While my dick was pulled out, Ikpeng, out of curiosity I guess, took a look at me and then excitedly said something to the other boys. All three boys gathered around me. Ikpeng gently reached over and pulled down my pants to expose more of my balls. Now if this had happened in the States, I would have gone nuts but my dad had already explained to me that the Xingu's attitude on nudity and sex were a lot different than American attitudes. My dad told me to be flexible when it came to sex with the natives. They consider sex to be just like any other human activity. There was nothing wrong with boys playing with boys, girls with girls or adults with kids. "Touching your junk," he said, "is like us touching your hands or legs. Your sex parts are just body parts to the Xingu. It is so acceptable that doing sexual stuff in public was socially alright. If it happens, just relax and go with the flow. If you rather not participate, just tell them, no. It will be alright and after seeing you with Fred, I know you will be ok. " So when Ikpeng pulled at my pants, I was startled, but was alright with it. In fact, I helped him pull them down so the boys could look at me. They were mesmerized with the way my dick looked. They had never seen a circumcised boy before. Each of them took my dick in his fingers and tried to figure out what happened to the rest of my penis. Katmatixi eventually figured out that I was missing a foreskin. He took his own cock in his hands and pulled back his foreskin until his dick looked like mine. He looked at me for confirmation that he was on the right track. I shook my head "yes" and made a cutting motion with my fingers. The boys' eyes got big as it dawned on them that someone would cut off part of part my dink. Once they had satisfied their curiosity, we went back to the dance and the fire. The four of us sat together and we all drank more of the locally made beer until it was really late. I think I was a little drunk and a whole lot tired when Erowo told the other guys we were going to bed. The two boys decided to stay a little longer while Erowo and I headed to his house. We stumbled up the "stairs" and he helped me get into a hammock. He climbed in next and two minutes later, I was either passed out or asleep. Early, very early, the next morning I woke up with Erowo's arm resting on my hips and his body cuddled up against mine. I could feel his boner resting in my crack, it felt good to have him wrapped up around me. There was a rhythm to his breathing I found comforting. His bare skin against my bare back felt nice. My guess is half my piss boner was the need to piss and the other him holding me. I am not sure why, the hammock, Erowo in bed with me or the lack of bugs while sleeping but I had best sleep since our trip began. But now, I had a problem. My dick was as hard as a diamond. I had to piss. My guess was that Erowo had the same problem. I could feel his four inches rubbing again my butt as he slowly came awake. It seemed being hard in the morning, before you pee, was a universal boy problem. He slowly put his legs over the side of the hammock and stood up. His cock was about four inches hard and he didn't try to hide it from me or his family, who were getting breakfast ready in the house. He was just wearing his belt but his hard prick stood up at a forty-five degree angle from his body, like mine did. I slid out of the hammock and together we looked at each other. I could see he was hard but all he could see was a tent in my shorts. "Let's go take a piss," he said. We exited down the ramp, and went to the back of the house and pissed in the woods. I pulled my shorts down like I did last night and he just watched my hard unit slowly deflate and piss start to stream out of my body. I looked at him and was impressed. He had a four inch cock, like me. He had a similar amount of pubic hair above his dick, black like the color of his head hair. As his hard dick deflated, his plumbing went to work and he started to piss like he was putting out a fire. As we both released a lot of fermented drink from the night before, we started to cross our urine streams playing as if we had light sabers and were fighting each other. We were almost done when my other new friends arrived. Katmatixi was in the same state as Erowo and I were in a short time ago. He was hard and his four inches stood straight out from his body. He had pubes but not as much as I did. His dick was standing right against his belly when hard. Imping's dick was in the process of deflating. He looked to be a wee bit over three inches when rigid but he was a lot thicker than the rest of us. "Let's go get bathed," said Katmatixi. So off to the river we went for our bath.