Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2016 17:30:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Amazon Boys CHAPTER 6 Chapter 6 That night, after the village had eaten, both Ynwipo and Ipi came to the house. Everyone sat around the cooking fire and talked. The fire sat on a four-inch high layer of sand so as not to burn the house down. The evening started with the two younger boys excited about their day. The boys had gone hunting with the arrows Peter and his friends had made. The bows were relatively short but the arrows were close to four feet long. Their feather had to be foot long and difficult to put on the arrow accurately. If they were glued on wrong, the arrow could not be shot accurately. It took hours for Peter to get skilled enough to make them and today was the day he would use them. The five boys entered the forest looking for monkeys. They were a mile or more from the village when they first heard the chatter from the troop of monkeys. They were high up in the canopy and far out of decent bow range. Deeper into the jungle the boys went. Even though Peter and his dad had only been in the village a few months, Peter was surprised at how native he had gone. The months in the sun and the rainforest had turned his skin to a maple brown. He no longer had tan lines. Katmatixi father, the village shaman, had painted half his face back. His upper parts of his arms were also black. He had tattoos covering his body just like the rest of the village boys. Red paint colored the lower half of his face. He was bare ass naked, no shoes and was only wearing a weaved belt with feathers in his hair. His hair looked just like his Indian friends since his dad cut it with a sharp knife, just like the other boys. He carried his bow and arrows in his hand. Even his body had changed. He was well into puberty. He was stronger. He was taller and he didn't have a fat cell in his body. He had clearly defined muscles and didn't look like the twelve-year-old he was. Even his pubic area had undergone changes. His cock was still five inches long but it was a fat five inches. He few strains of pubic hair were now a handsome, though small, bush. His pubic hairs completely covered the top part of his cock. He had a mustache above his lip, something the Indian boys did not have and the beginnings of a crop of hair in his armpits. He was as quiet as the other boys were as they slipped through the jungle. Occasionally, one of the boys stepped to the side of the trail and took a piss but sex was the furthest thing from their minds. A monkey or other mammal would be a great addition to the village food pot. Without the red meat, the village would only have fish and vegetables for still another meal. The next troop of mantled howler monkeys was closer to the ground so the boys surrounded the monkeys and waited for a good shot. Erowo was the first to take a shot. He missed and immediately he started to look for the arrow. When it takes you hours to make an arrow, you can't afford to lose them. "Dad, you should have seen it. Erowo missed so I took the shot. The monkey was swinging between trees when my arrow hit him square in the chest. He fell from the tree like a rock. We all ran over to him and he was already dead. I took my arrow out of his chest and we tied his hands together and draped him over my neck. I carried him like a backpack. In the trees, the troop yelled and made a mad dash out of the tree. So we all looked for Erowo arrow and when we found it, we continued into the forest looking for game. Katmatixi found a track in the mud. He said to stop and then he slowly moved forward. He had an arrow notched in his bow. All of a sudden, a wild pig went charging out of the forest. Before I even knew what was happening, three arrows hit the pig. He squealed, ran a few yards, and then just dropped dead. He was a big one. We cut down a small tree and used it to carry the pig to the village. You ate part of him for dinner. They threw my monkey on the fire and will eat it tomorrow. It was a great day." As Peter was telling his story, Ipi was rubbing his dad's back. You could tell that at the end of the story, Ipi and his dad were more interested in sex than talking. As the story came to an end there was quiet around the fire as the group looked at the burning coals. Ipi learned over and kissed Peter's dad. Before they knew what was happening, Peter's dad and Ipi were making out heavenly. Both Ynwipo and Peter watched the couple kiss. It was like watching a porn movie. The couple kissed and then his dad reached down and started to jerk off Ipi's cock. For a fourteen-year-old, Ipi was very mature. His cock was the size of an adult so Peter's dad had no problem using his entire hand to jerk the boy off as they continued to kiss. Peter's dad would, first, jerk Ipi's cock upward than then roll his hand around Ipi's cock head. Ipi moaned with pleasure. Watching the action in front of them boned both Ynwipo and Peter. They stared at the almost copulating couple as they slowly jerked themselves off. Still kissing, the couple lay down on the woven mat. Hands were everywhere on the other person's body. They caressed each other and tweaked each other's tits. The young boys watched as the couple slid into a sixty-nine position and took each other cocks into their mouths. Ipi was becoming more frantic in his actions. His body was wiggling and his head bobbed wildly on Peter's dad cock. Finally, he pushed Peter's dad to his back and raised his dad's legs giving him access to Pete's dad's asshole. Ipi went at his asshole like an anteater on an ant nest. His tongue probed, darted on into Peter's dad's backdoor and licked the cheeks surrounding his hole. Both man and boy were breathing hard. Pete's dad had his mouth open trying to suck in air. Finally, the moment came. Ipi lifted his partner's legs, aimed his cock at his hole and pushed it in. At first he felt some resistance, then like a train going into a tunnel, his cock slowly picked up steam and entered his tunnel. Peter's dad was breathing heavy. He lifted his legs and lay them on Ipi's shoulders as Ipi started to pull his weapon out and then slam it back into his partner's ass. They picked up the pace. Both Ynwipo and Peer were so engrossed with watching the coupling, that they stopped jacking off so they could concentrate on the deed being done before them. As Peter watched is dad get fucked a thought entered his mind. "This is not my dad's first rodeo. He's done this before." Just the thought of his dad being a bi-sexual person made Pete's cock even harder. Watching his dad get fucked was surprisingly hot to Pater. The two younger boys watched as the couple pounded each other. Both boy and man were moaning and growling animal sounds as they mated. Finally, as Peter's dad let lose a rope of cum across his belly, Ipi pushed into his backdoor and shot his load. The couple rested with Ipi firmly planted in Peter's dad ass. While the young boys became aware the show had ended, Ynwipo flipped Peter onto his back, lifted his legs and entered him. Ynwipo frenziedly drove his five inches into Peter's back end. He hammered him with stabs to fast to count. It didn't take five minutes before the Indian boy shot his light load into Peter's ass. They rested but not for very long. Twelve-year-olds have the uncanny ability to recuperated quickly and they did. Five minutes after their wild pairing, Peter had Ynwipo on all fours, his ass up, his head down and was entering him doggy style. Like Ynwipo, Peter wasted no time on foreplay. He spread Ynwipo legs out so his cock and ass were level and entered him easily. He immediately started to fuck him. Like his friend, Ynwipo, Peter fucked like he was a rabbit and after thirty short, hard strokes, he pushed his dick all the way into Ynwipo and shot five solid ropes of cum into his buddy. Sex between the two boys didn't take twenty minutes, an attribute to how hot watching Peter's dad get fucked was for the boys. The four males lay on the mat exhausted. Eventually, the two couples left the floor and climbed into their hammock where they spooned together, sleeping for the night. The next morning they were awakened by Katmatixi and Ikpeng. They said they wanted to get an early start to fish or hunt but really they just wanted to know how the night went and if Ipi really did fuck the older white man. "Look for yourself," said Peter. When they looked at the other hammock, they could see that Peter's dad had his cock buried in Ipi's ass as they slowly fucked while spooning each other. The next six months went by in a flash. Peter and his dad became part of the tribe. They were treated as equals in most matters and when the tribe fought another tribe over land rights, Peter's dad was part of the group. The fight was mostly just yelling and stomping around but it was taken seriously and in the end, no one was hurt and all turned out well. In the course of things, Peter lost his virginity to the girl he met at the dance, Nííwau. After that, Nííwau spent many nights in Peter's hammock. His dad and Kawahiva became a couple of sorts and like Peter and Nííwau shared their hammocks on lots of nights. Both father and son continued to have sex with other guys but the sex itself settled down and became less important in their lives. Petr cried on leaving the village and promised to return.