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And all that cause the gobos tossed his loincloth in the river to be washed away while he was swimming… Well.. at least he didn’t have to run back butt naked which he feared at the time. The gobos tossed them one of their primitive stinky loincloths. Why did he take it…?
Right… he was covering himself from them, but his eyes were on something else… on them. They didn’t have trouble walking around in the nude, not with those huge manhoods between their legs. He could not take his eyes off them, and it made him feel things, although he was justifying it with the need to keep an eye on the gobos. They did try to capture him many times before giving up a while back. They did mock him, as they usually did when they were sore losers, but, in the end, the gobos left, leaving him with their cloth and a stiffy.
The filthy piece of cloth did reek of gobo stench, but the alternative of coming back naked was too much of an issue for him to worry about some smell. It made the tribal boy think, the elders told him to never take anything from gobos, but what the hell did they know. He was not gonna come back naked like some underage whelp. He considered himself a man! The next chief in line! He was to wear what men wore, and not run around naked like a child or his peers.
Well it didn’t matter now, somehow he managed to get into his hut and take the stinky loincloth off. The sigh of relief was deepfelt as the rough fabric stopped rubbing against his painfully stretched stiffy. Annoyed by the whole encounter he dropped into his bed and wanted to just forget about it all.
But…
He could still smell the piece of cloth he tossed away in the corner of his room… and he was still thinking about those gobos and how they walked around in the nude with their large… and that smell wasn’t really that bad… it was kinda manly…
Before he knew it his hand was already playing with his small prick, but something was missing. After a while he peeked through his window to see that nobody was nearby and went to take the gobo cloth. It smelled… intense… but in a strangely good way… like sometimes he liked to smell himself when he was sweaty… boys do that sometimes and this is no different…
Excuses and explanations ran through his head as he started to sniff at the cloth more and more. His fingers were running up and down his stretched foreskin and his whole body trembled with excitement. He was thinking about what he saw, daydreaming about things as he gently touched his boyhood. Scenarios and setups, fantastical situations of him and the gobos not based in anything but his childish fantasies and curiosity. His mind going places where it usually didn’t go, lead by the strong manly smell and pheromones that were deeply sunk into it.
Soon he was letting his childish grunts and moans. His body was tensing up right as he was thinking something embarrassing… like what if the gobos got him and…
He felt the buildup and the need for release. He didn’t have to hold back, he knew he was safely hidden in his hut away from anyone who could see or hear him do something so embarrassing. Although at this point, he couldn’t stop even if that was not the case. His voice became louder and louder and soon he was whimpering and moaning like a kid having his first orgasm as the youthful seed splashed across his own hand and belly.
In his post orgasmic clarity, he would quickly toss away the cloth and look again through his window. He couldn’t see anyone so he would slip back in his bed and explain away to himself that all he did was just silly experimentation... an one off thing... but unbeknownst to him the elders that were passing by just moments ago could hear him loud and clear.
To them it was nothing new, boys finding themselves and daydreaming about girls of the tribe. They would chuckle reminiscing about their own youth and move on, glad that their next chief in line was starting to grow into a man. Of course, they would let the boy be blissfully ignorant about it all.