Cowboys and Indians Chapter 1 By Terry and Jeff
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My name is John. I come to see my best friend Scott in a all boys school play that he invited me to watch. We are about a year apart in age with Scott being 16 and me 15. I was back stage when I saw Scott dress up in his indian regalia. His muscular chest was painted in white along his abs which were deeply impressive. He was wearing a loincloth and as he bent over I could see his long seven inch cock was not covered with underwear or briefs. My ocean blue eyes scanned down his body to his barefeet.
I extended my hand to shake his when he look up and said, "John, wow your all dress up like a cowboy that cool." I had on my leather boots and blue jeans with a buckle belt with my plaid shirt tuck in tight to show off my hard chest and small waist.
"I guess I am."
Scott asked if I wanted to be in the show.
I said sure, "What do I do?"
He said, 'Just be the cowboy we will lead you through your part no problem."
I looked around the back stage and could see all kinds of boys in dress and undress getting ready for their part in the play. Over to my right was a boy who was muscular and had war paint on his face and arms and chest. His loin cloth was small and left nothing to one imagination of what a strong muscle he had behind it. On his head was a war bonnet which drape from his head all the way down to the floor.
Scott with his long black hair braided on each side of his head walked over to me with two other boys saying they would help me get on stage when it was my time. Just go with the program and you will do fine. I watch Scott turn to see his bare ass under the loin cloth, it was tight and pert. He had no tan lines which got me thinking about Scott swimming or laying out in the sun naked on the pool side at the school.
Scott introduce them as Bobby and Mike. They were both about the same height as me five feet ten inches. Bobby had a small loin cloth that barely covered his cock, I could see through the side of it that his pube were neatly trimmed and his cock was long for a boy his age. He looked about fifteen with long braded black hair in the back of his head. Mike had his black hair pulled back in a ponytail with leather strap around it. His abs were painted to show off the strong tight muscles of his stomach area. Both of the boys were barefeeted. I never really thought of looking at boys the ways I did at that moment but something stirred inside of me. Each one grabbed my forearms and held on tight to them.
Another boy came over and said John these are the rope for your part of the scene that you will be in. He loop them around my ankles and around my wrists. I just nodded as he walked away. I watch his loin cloth from the back expose his ass muscle as he walk across the stage. We were at the curtain and I could hear talking from the audience. People whispering back and forth.
There was a loud drum beat which brought me back to my awareness of where I was at and where I was going in a moment. I looked out on the stage and could see the Chief with folded arms on his chest standing by the drummers who only wore short loin cloths. The drumming began in a rhythm of a heart beat. I could feel my own heart beat beating to the rhythm as Mike and Bobby led me on stage. I immediately saw two pole in the middle of the stage and a log facing diagonly across the stage.
Bobby and Mike led me to the pole as two other indians begin to tie my wrists to the upper part of the pole and two tied my ankles to the bottom of the pole. I couldn't move from my restrain. Then I saw Scotty my friend enter from the side of the stage the audience got quiet. He walked up to me and said I should be quiet. The Indian Chief said let the time to begin. Scotty took out a knife and begin to cut the buttons off the front of my shirt. I protested and the back of my hair was grabbed and I felt my neckerchief being tied around my face and mouth. When he got to the top of my shirt he grabbed the edges and pulled them apart. I heard a gasp from the audience and a stirring motion as my shirt was being rip over my shoulder. Scotty took the knife and plunge it up the side of my shirt sleeve cutting away the material from one arm and to the next. He reached behind me pulling the shirt from my muscular chest.
The Indian Chief walked over and spread his hands across my chest feeling my nipples and my abs. I had never felt my nipple get so hard from someone touch. That was not the only thing on my body that was getting hard.
He moved away from me and nodded to Scotty who knelt down at my ankles. I felt the knife going up my pants legs expose the flesh to Scotty and every one in the audience. He did the same to the other side of my body. Then he reach up unbuckle my belt and yank out the belt from my pant. My pants hung onto my body at the waist. I felt the sharp knife again press onto the fabric and rip the rest of it away. I was standing there spread eagle in my white brief. I was aware I had a hard on from all the touching and it stretch out across my upper leg. All seven inches were rock hard with my cock head almost exposing itself at the elastic.
Mike and Bobby begin to play with my nipples as Scotty knelt down in front of me. I felt his mouth on my underwear licking and manipulating my hard cock. He kept this up for a long time. My legs tense as he suck on my brief. They were wet with his saliva. Mike and Bobby begin to lick on my naked torsa all the way up to my nipples. I let out a muffle scream which made the audience go wild watching what was going on in front of them on stage.
I felt the knife once more slip underneath my wet brief. They were wet from saliva and my own pre cum which I couldn't believe was happening to me. Scotty click the sharp knife and cut the elastic on one side of my hips exposing my balls. Then he took the knife coming close to my cock head I could feel the cold metal touch my cock head as he click the elastic on the other side of my briefs.
My briefs fell from my body as my cock pointed sharply up in the air off the stage. I heard a war cry and a cheer from the audience. Scotty's hands were jacking my cock running up and down the smooth edges of it. My cock head was swollen and red as I felt Scotty hot warm breath breathe on it. Then I felt the hot wet mouth descend upon my hard swollen cock. Scotty my best friend was sucking me. I never been suck before or even jack off with a friend. I was a virgin.
Scotty kept sucking faster and harder on me I looked down and could see his loin cloth tented from the effect I was having on him. The chief had taken his loin cloth off and was beating his meat along with the drummer who drum to rhythm of the sucking.
All of sudden Scotty plunge his head down on my whole seven inches. I could feel it deep in his throat, my legs tighten up and I was on my toes, my chest was puffing and rising up and down when I cum inside his throat. He backed off letting my cum hit him in the face and mouth. He turned to the audience which let out a cheer.
The ropes were being untied and I thought it was over but four indians brave carried me over and tied me to the log with my ass pointing up toward the scenery. I turned my head in time to see Scotty dropped his loin cloth and his seven inches of spear was glistening in the stage light. He got down between my legs and started licking my ass. I scream getting the neckerchief to move from my face.
"Don't Scotty, I a virgin. Please don't do it."
Scotty kept licking and sticking a finger into my body to loosen me up. I felt the second finger go in and I let out a moan and please don't do it. But he kept stretching my hole. The log was moved now so that the audience had a side view of what was going to happen.
Scotty stradled the log and align his seven inch cock to my virgin hole. I was told to push out as he push in. I did as I was told it was useless to fight it now. I felt the head enter and a tearing of flesh I thought. I felt something dripping from my hole I didn't know if it was saliva or blood. Scotty gently move inch by inch into my hole. I finally felt his hair on my ass. He pulled out and press back again and again over and over to the cheers of the audience. I could feel Scotty legs muscles against mine they were tight and hard as he press in again and again. Finally I felt the breathe on the back of my neck and the kisses he was applying there. He went rigid on my back and I could feel the hot spunk filling my inside up.
At that moment the house lights went up and I could see the whole school and teachers in all kind of undress in the audience. Scotty leaned over and said welcome to the all boy school you have been accepted.
The rope were untied and off to the left of the stage my dad walked over to me giving me a hug and saying I knew you could do this. Now you are a man and you will enjoy going to the school I went to when I was your age.
I looked at him and he nodded his head. He knew all the time what was going to happen. Scotty leaned over and kiss me on the lips and said, "Glad to have you here because you are going to be my roommate, John."
I sit on the log naked as I watch the others filter out of the auditorium, students and teachers, and even my dad walked out with the Indian Chief. I wonder where they were going.
Scotty said, "Let me show you our room you will like it a lot."
We walked off the stage and to his room to rest for the night. This was a night I would dream about again and again for a long time.
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