I was an odd kid in so many ways, and my life up to this point could, but will not, be a story of it’s own. I am fifteen by just a bit. I am five foot eight, two hundred pounds of muscle (I love wrestling), pure black hair, and dark blue eyes. My skin is light but tans easily, due to my Indigenous Native heritage of Blackfoot and Crow. My dad was a fifty fifty mix, and so was my mom, so technically I was two quarters Crow, and two quarters Blackfoot. Something to do with each coming from different tribes, meant I was not a true half and half.

But since they are no longer around, and no one from the tribes are more than distant cousins, it doesn’t matter much. My mom passed away when I was three, and when I was five my dad remarried, then had the misfortune of being in a bank when a group decided to rob it, but since he was a tribal cop in uniform, they shot him without hesitation. He bled out before emergency services could respond. The bad guys made the mistake of driving out onto tribal lands, to try to hide.

My dad’s second cousin tracked them down, and taught them fear. He received a load of money for catching them, but he insisted it go to my mother, so she could take care of me. She was a teacher and was seriously in love with my dad. She said she needed space from her memories, so she moved us back east, to go back to college and finish her degree, that she had walked away from after meeting my dad.

She was a statuesque woman, standing six foot tall, pale blond with pale skin, and pale blue eyes showing off her Nordic heritage. She was distant with me, but mostly because as I grew up, I looked more and more like my dad, and to her, that kept the memory of her loss fresh. As a result of living with her, and her university study habits, I was more like her room mate than her child. Not wanting the trouble with school schedules, she enrolled me in correspondence courses, and then taught me how to learn through independent study.

I am not a genius, but since I could learn at my own pace, and not have to digest the lies forced on public school children, I tested at the university at thirteen, and graduated high school. Now also you can not say I was stupid, I learned and used great study habits, then worked hard. The one aspect of my youth that I struggled with, was social integration, with kids my own age. I was too serious, they didn’t take anything serious, that was worth my time.

To deal with this, I had to take one physical sport, I chose wrestling, and a job in what I considered hell, the amusement park that was near the river. Wrestling was great, while I had time to talk with the others in the class, it was not incessant babbling about clothing, bands, what girls were putting out, and such, even though those conversations did come up among the other members of the team, occasionally. The amusement park on the other hand, taught me patience, and control of my temper. Patience with how immature boys and girls could be. My temper, when I didn’t react to taunting of guys wanting to show off, since I was a safe target, supposedly.

I ended up moving on from wrestling, that I was good at, to boxing, that I proved to be very good at. The amusement park manager moved me from one ride to another, from one game to another, until he ended with me at the stage shows, helping dancers as the strong man. I done every job as well as I could, but I was never able to fake a smile. On the other hand, my attention to detail and ability to not be distracted, by women in skimpy outfits, and keep my hands where they told me to, made me the helper of choice for the balancing acts, and of all things, snake wrangling, for the adult shows later at night.

Two of the bouncers for the safe shows I helped with, also worked out at the gym I trained in. They worked later than me, since the shows went from adult to pornographic, after ten at night, until three in the morning. They worked with me on legal boxing, and realistic street fighting, so I could do both equally well, and when boxing, I would recognize cheap shots, and could block or dodge them.

Since I was taking courses online, and had no in class attendance requirements at this stage of studies, my mother decided I would go with her, on her study of South American tribes, for her doctoral thesis. I had a bit of money saved up, and knew where we were headed, and the most common types of tribes in the area, so I made a shopping list of supplies. I knew a good deal more than most people, because I read everything my mother was studying, so I was well aware of how hard it would be to fit in, for her and me.

I was able to pick up everything I wanted to take with me. A hard case for my laptop, three solar chargers, a high end lithium battery, a crank charger, my laptop, a military pack frame, three different cast iron pots that nested Dutch oven style, and a PVC tube with six large caliber blowguns. The ammo for the blowguns were packed in a second hard case that was packed in with cotton. I attached a strap to the PVC tube, to make carrying it easier, and since it had room, I slipped in a fishing pole, with the lures and reel, in my backpack with my clothing.

The plane ride was bumpy, customs laughed at the fishing pole and blowguns, then the helicopter ride was even more bumpy. We got out of the helicopter, where we carried our backpacks with us to a small building, just under the trees. We spent the night with a group of scientist, who were studying a set of ruins that had been discovered by satellite. When we got up that morning, our ride deeper into the jungle had arrived, and it was immediately obvious that they were perverts, so I didn’t trust them.

The two guys started arguing right away about me being there, and not having room, even though the truck was large enough for twenty people in the back. I had studied Portuguese, since that was the common most language in this part of South America, where my mother was specializing in, so that was half the reason I was here, so that I could translate. When they began arguing on where to loose me, so they could have their way with my mother, and all the other women, I grinned at them. When one asked in english what I was grinning about, I grabbed his throat, lifting him up, then told in in Portuguese, that he was dead, I just had not killed him, yet. The other guy was already running across the air field into the jungle.

I tossed him down, and when he landed, he was running hard after the other guy. My mother had been busy with one of the scientist, loading their gear as well as ours, so hadn’t seen or heard what was going on. The assistant for the scientist had stepped up right behind me, to talk to the drivers, and had heard as well as seen everything. She was laughing so hard she fell on her butt, and it took a few minutes for her to tell everyone else what happened.

I felt slightly embarrassed, but my mother laughed, and I got a kiss on the cheek from all the women in the group, in thanks. Then was put to work, loading gear that was not light. No one else knew how to drive the truck, since it was so old, so that I was volunteered by my mother. I had learned all sorts of vehicles when I was running the go-cart track, and had to use one of several of the micro trucks, to haul damaged go-carts off the track.

Climbing into the cab of the truck, I had to shift the two assault rifles off the seat. Looking behind the drivers seat, I spotted a rack, and fit the rifles in, after the assistant cleared them and announced they were safe. My mother rode in the back, with the other scientists, leaving the assistant up front with me. She was from here, but had gotten a scholarship, through helping another team of scientists map out part of a city, before major funding had been received.

After a safety check, and fixing the brake cables, so they were usable, I climbed in, started the truck, and took off. We headed into the jungle, towards the local village, where we notified the local authorities about what the two men had been talking about, and the direction they took when they ran. The two rifles were welcomed, because they were newer and better than what the four men had. Nothing was said about the truck, and since there was no plate on it, I figured it was not a big deal.

We stopped about four hours into the jungle, at the last village before we hit the mountain trails. Topping off the fuel, getting food, getting the local offerings to the gods, used by the local tribe the other scientists would be working with. In my and my mothers case, we picked up our guide, that would direct us, after we left the others and the truck. She was tiny compared to me and my mother, and was obviously native to the area. Her English was excellent though, and she sat between me and the assistant, for the second half of the trip.

“You call the woman mother, but you do not look like you could possibly be related to her, biologically. What is your story? Oh by the way, you can call me Niy.” The front bench seat was from something smaller, so with the three of us, Niy had her legs tucked up, so I could shift without hitting her in the legs.

“Okay Niy. I am Roy Lonehawk, and both my parents were indigenous natives, from North America. My mother married my dad when I was young, after my mom died. He met my mother a few years later, when my mother was doing a field study of North American tribal practices, to compare them to South American tribal practices, and how so many of them are nearly identical, for specific ceremonies. Not too many years later, he was killed in a bank robbery, when the five men stepped in, they panicked seeing him in his uniform wearing his gun, and opened up, shooting him seven times. So my mother decided to take me with her, and finish her degree. I didn’t want to take her name, and she and my dad never formally got married in the eyes of the state, so she kept her maiden name of Rebecca Stone.” I kept a steady slow crawl up and down the hills, just switching enough gears to keep in the older engines best range of power, to fight the ruts and mud, so I never looked to see the response of my story.

“So you are not related, except for her raising you, but you two seem to get along so well, I thought you were her young lover.” The assistant laughed at that.

“I know what you mean. She is very comfortable, and physical with him, in a way that is unmistakable, as a sign of two people long used to each other.” The assistant went on to talk about how I treated the two men, who arrived with the truck.

We arrived around two in the afternoon, at the end of the road for the truck. In this case it was literal, as well as figurative, since the road came to a cliff side, where a rope dangled over the side, dropping over two hundred feet, into the jungle below. I pulled up to the edge, then backed between two larger trees that leaned together, giving room for other vehicles to turn around. This allowed the truck to stay loaded, since it was now right beside the camp of the scientists already here, and since the former owners were unlikely to come claim the truck, it did not need unloading.

I pulled the key out, but took the assistant around the front of the truck, to show her how to disable the motor, by pulling the points out of the distributor, insuring the engine would never start. She seemed shocked that one part could stop the entire motor, but happy since I gave it to her, with the key.

“It is your truck now. So are the three other rifles under the seat that never got turned in to the authorities.” I winked at her as she blushed. I had noticed her push the blanket covering them down tighter, to keep them concealed, when the other two were turned in. “It is always good to have insurance, just in case. The fewer who know, the less chance that someone lets the secret out.”

Cinching into the repelling harness after lowering our backpacks, Niy, and then Rebecca, I slowly let myself down the cliff side. Leaving the harness and rope, for our eventual return, I picked up my pack, putting it on, after pulling out my belt knife, and putting it on. I noticed Niy had selected a stick, and was trimming it up, when I decided to surprise her, with one of the blowguns.

“Hey Niy. Are you from one of the tribes that use blowguns?” I notice that her eyes flicked out into the jungle at some movement behind me, before she answered.

“Yes, but it takes a lot of work to make a good blowgun, and the darts are easily lost, if you are not good.” Again her eyes flickered to some movement behind me. I turned half way away from her and looked into the eyes of a naked woman would could be Niy’s twin, who was standing a few hundred foot away, one foot on the calf of the other leg, leaning on a pole like Niy was cutting.

Not knowing what the polite way of greeting was, I smiled without showing my teeth, as I turned back to Niy. “Your sister is as pretty as you are. How would you like to try this out, to see if you like it?” I could see Niy blush at my comment, but then she took in what I was holding out to her. It was a sixty eight caliber blow gun, four foot long, with the rubber mouth piece and base cap, all black. The double quiver pieces, held the steel leaf tipped darts from one company, and the bamboo skewer sticks, with cotton ball bases, that were more traditional.

My mother gave me an odd look, as Niy took the blowgun, then glanced behind me and appeared startled.

Niy had a look of absolute delight, and grabbed my hand, putting it on her throat. “I accept your gift of a weapon given freely. I will be happy to be your good friend.” I heard a few voices behind me in a language I never heard before, commenting. My mother looked amused though, as she just shook her head, and began writing in her notebook.

Niy let me explain about the cap on the bottom, to keep stuff out of the tube, and how the bamboo darts also had plastic bases, like the metal ones, but I was not sure if the cotton would not actually shoot better. I handed her a small PVC pipe, capped with extra bamboo darts, and all the extra caps, as well as a dozen stamped wire darts. Niy laid the stick she had been carving against the cliff, and announced that she was ready.

I noticed she had pulled off the cap, and tucked it into a pouch that hung from her belt. She also was barefoot, but wore cutoff jeans, and a loose t-shirt, that was part way between blue and green in color. She headed towards where I had heard voices, and I discovered that there were four other women there, not just the one I had seen. Two picked out the trail in the lead, and then Niy, followed by my mother. I was next, with two of the naked women at the rear, to make sure we didn’t wander off.

We went about six miles before we stopped for the night. That may seem like a short distance, but in this terrain, that was a good amount of travel. We were near a river, so I unpacked my triple set of cast iron nesting pots, and almost instantly there was a discussion among Niy and the other four women. The one who looked like her twin, kept saying something and stamping her foot, when Niy sighed and nodded, before turning to me.

“Mila says that if you gifted me a weapon, that as my twin, she deserves to pick her own gift from you, and wants the pot and lid. In our society, when a gift is given to one twin, it is a gift to both. But since there are two bodies, you must give a gift twice, to satisfy both bodies, even though as twins, we share one soul. Once you have one as a good friend, you get the other also, as a good friend.” She seemed concerned that I would argue.

I had not even unpacked the pots that were inside or the lid handle, so I glanced at Niy and then at Mila. “Does she want everything, or just the one pot and one lid?” I then opened the lid on the big pot, and pulled the medium pot out, and put the two shirts I had used as stuffing into my pack, before pulling the lid off the medium pot, and pulling out the small pot. Another shirt went into my pack, and then inside the small pot, I pulled out three handles for the lids, and two blocks of magnesium, and a flint stick with a steel scraper attached by string.

I could see Mila weighing the options of greed against honesty. She picked up and weighed the three pots, with lid and handle, and though she keep looking at the big pot, she seemed to hesitate due to the weight.

“For me please. I good friend also.” Her english was heavily accented, but easily understood, as she pointed at the medium pot. I just smiled, as I picked it up and placed it in her hands, with a smile.

“For you to use in good health. I give you this freely” Again I caught my mother covering almost a smirk, as she kept writing. Mila hugged the pot, and took my hand placing it on her throat, saying something, before smiling at me shyly.

I noticed that the other three women kept glancing at the pots and blowgun, with obvious envy. When the water was boiled, and some meat and vegetables had been added to Mila’s pot, the smell was delicious, making me happy she was cooking. When I explained to Niy, that the lid was also meant to be used as a skillet, it only took Mila a few minutes to pull out some grain meal, from her pouch hung from her belt, like all them women wore, before she added some seasoning and water, making something like tortilla flat bread.

Me and my mother put up our tents, and I discovered that Niy and Mila both, had chosen to sleep in my tent with me. I didn’t know why, but now that Niy had stripped down to just her belt and pouch, I could easily tell they were twins. My normal hesitation when dealing with people, didn’t come up with these people. I figured it had something to do with fighting to survive, had matured the people of this country, much younger than the majority of US youths.

My sleeping mat was large, because I wanted to be able to double up if needed. So when flat, it took the entire bottom of my tent space. That meant when I began unpacking my pack, to get fresh clothing out, Niy and Mila spotted several of the other gifts I had brought, to give away as good will gifts. Niy shared a glance with Mila, and they commented back and forth for a few minutes. “Kwee would be perfect to give a gift to. She is the tall thin one who followed us. The one with the really big nipples, and tight curly hair between her legs. I noticed you looking at her several times, and she told me she likes what you look like also. She wants to be a good friend to you, like we are. What would be her gift?”

I got the feeling that I didn’t have much choice in matters, yet the thought of three beautiful women being friends while here, was very appealing. So I sorted through my stuff, and separated out several items. The grooming kit with mirror, nail clippers and file, tweezers, scissors, and needle caused a bunch of excitement. The saw back machete was very liked, especially once they tested the weight, and realized it was not overly heavy for them. They both agreed on the one item I didn’t realize they would want.

The hand crank battery flashlight combo. They said it was quiet compared to the ones they had seen before, and because it had three light settings, that it would be useful when a fire would be too much trouble to make, just to get light for a few minutes. When they called Kwee into the tent, and told me to show her the light, and then give it to her, after I confirmed that they wanted this also. Her reaction was everything the other two showed, and I had a third good friend, who moved into the tent with me.

So come morning, I woke up with a three naked women laying on top of me, under my thin blanket. I was told intercourse was not allowed between us, but using our hands and mouths to give each other pleasure was recommended, to get to know each other. I was given a first class education, as to what each woman liked, and disliked. While not screamers, a few times the moans were quite loud, through the early part of the night. I was incredibly happy, because all three women had huge smiles, and whispered with the others, often getting me looks and winks.

After reheated stew, and morning tea for Rebecca, we packed up and took off. Once we reached the river, we delayed, as all the women hunted up a blue flower, and rendered it into a pulp, then first Niy, followed by Mila, and finally Kwee, covered my hand, just enough to tint the skin slightly, and then placed my hand on their throat, where I was told to grip firmly, to transfer the ink of the flower. They in turn used both hands, to mark my throat, but with how large I was, and how small their hands were, my throat showed all six hand prints, while my hand print on their throat wrapped over half way around their neck. The pulp from the flowers was packed away in a hollow rind of some fruit, and Niy put it in her pouch.

After that was done, we loaded into two boats, and drifted down river for half the day, until rounding a bend we came upon a sandy beach with a small clearing. This was the village we were headed for, that my mother had been most focused on researching. Our arrival was an event for most of the village, and I discovered a few things on arrival.

The first thing I noticed, was that the men were shorter than the women, by half a foot or more. They were also quite old, as in very wrinkled and white haired. The size of the men was easy to see, since there were four men, to the sixty four women, if you count everyone but my mother. I could tell who was associated with who, because they kept in a group around one or another man. Each man had a different color around their neck, and that color was the color on multiple women, who stood closest to them. I counted seven women wearing the same color as the men. What was curious, was that I did not see any children so young that they didn’t have hair on their genitals, meaning no small children.

The fact that all five women that escorted us here, stayed grouped around me, was not missed by the unmarked women. One woman who appeared older than even the men, approached my mother and me, giving a speech Niy translated.

“This is the Hungry Thighs tribe, as others call us, because we are always on the lookout, for men to satisfy us women. I see you brought a man for us to use while you are here, like a good guest. I can tell several of your guides have already marked him as theirs. If he proves he is worthy, I will grant him one week, to be a friend with any of the unattached women, as long as he makes them happy. Just a friend though, not a good friend, like the ones who wear his mark. But I will also grant him one more, who can wear his mark right now, if the others agree.” With that she grabbed my crotch and squeezed my dick as it hung down my left thigh. Her cackle was evil sounding, and her parting comment was not translated, at least to where I could hear it, but mother grinned at what she was told. The tribe chief then walked back to the central hut, where she had a seat, still chuckling.

My mother was shown to a hut, but I was lead to a different hut. Inside my hut was a large mat bed, and not much else. There were shelves along one side, opposite the matt, and I was told that clothing in the village, unless arriving or leaving, was considered unacceptable. I had noticed no one was wearing anything but me and my mother, since Niy had stripped down when we stopped for the night. Belts were acceptable, and a belt knife was common among the hunters. Since the men were smaller, they typically stayed home with the children, doing domestic work, so women were the hunters.

I felt less embarrassed than I would have been at home, because there, no one ran around naked, here I felt awkward wearing clothing. But that is not to say I didn’t get hard, every time one of my friends touched my dick, or I seen one of the other women staring at my dick, like they wanted to use it.

Before I exited the hut, with Niy and the others, who had transferred their possessions from wherever they had lived before, I was carrying a small leather case. This was one thing I had thought ahead on, and had planned the recipient, knowing the chief was a woman. Niy had asked me about what I planned, then told me it would be bad to give it to her, since that would be the same as asking to marry her. She did tell me that I could give the chief one of the small skinning knives, that I had hauled in two dozen of. That was a gift of respect, but not one with special meaning. She also told me that the smaller girl, with the light blond hair, was the chief’s daughter, and would make an excellent good friend for me, to join with the other three.

“Are you going to keep adding friends, until I have nothing more to give, as a gift to new friends?” The girl that Niy was suggesting I add, was almost exotic, with her lighter complexion, and slightly tilted eyes, suggesting oriental parentage. Niy grinned and nodded, and just laughed when I sighed.

So I presented the skinning knife in it’s leather sheath to the chief, making her smile. When her daughter stepped closer to admire the knife, I stepped up to her fairly close, making her look up at me. I took her hand in mine, noticing that it was shaking, and placed the leather case on her palm. She looked from me to the case and back, several times before looking at Niy. The smile and nod she received from my three friends, caused her to smile also.

I stepped back as the chief watched, to see what the gift was, and her sigh of satisfaction, was almost drowned out by the gasps of the other women of the tribe, when the case opened to reveal a sterling silver hand mirror, boar bristle brush, comb, and scissors in a matching set. Quick as could be, my hand was grabbed and put on her throat, as she spoke in broken english. “This gift to me I accept, from my good friend, that I soon want to live with.” Niy translated, and everyone cheered with good humor at her words.

“Rilia is the name of your fourth good friend. I wonder how many want to bed you to get pregnant once, instead of becoming a good friend.” Niy was looking at the unmarried women and girls, almost as if she was deciding who would best match with the four already claiming me, as their good friend.

“Wait. What do you mean by bedding me to get pregnant, instead of being my good friend?” I felt like I was set up, and at my comment, my mother snickered.

I had not noticed her come walking up behind me, and she was as naked as me, besides a fanny pack, where she kept her notebook and pens. When I turned to look I blinked a few times. I had never thought of her in a sexual manner, since we were always together, but now that I could see her fully, without any clothing, I had no doubt that she was beautiful and sexy.

Her breasts were at least a size larger than any other woman here, she had palm sized areola, around nipples that were as large as the last joint on my pinkie. She was shaved, so I could see that her pussy lips were the same color as her nipples and lips, being a medium pink or light rose color. Her inner lips hung down, peaking just outside her outer lips. She had no tan line, because she always used sun screen, but here in the jungle she would hardly need any sun screen, unless she was near the river often. I seen her arch her eyebrow at my obvious examination of her body, but I also could see her smiling.

She took a good long look at me as well, and when she looked at my not so limp dick, I noticed she licked her lips and shifted her hips forward a few times. I turned and noticed the chief watching my mother and me, with an obvious grin, and when she caught my eye she chuckled that evil chuckle again.

“Men who visit or travel from tribe to tribe in this area are expected to get women who are not ... Attached ... pregnant so the tribes get fresh blood, and will not die out. I had not thought about that when bringing you here, but to refuse could be considered a grave insult. My son, I am afraid you will have to screw every woman here, for one week, unless they are your good friend. I will let Niy explain what a good friend is, when she is ready.” My mother’s smirk let me know that she was serious, and seriously amused at the situation. She and Niy shared a look and Niy nodded.

While I was trying to understand what my mother had just told me, thinking I must have misunderstood, I got distracted as my four good friends started talking and gesturing, both at me and into the group of unmarked women. Most looked curious, a few very hopeful, some of the older ones, merely board.

“Bilaa, Uway, Teah come with us so we can talk.” Niy gestured to three of the youngest looking women in the group who were even smaller than the men. The three named came running up, and I had to revise my estimate of age, from barely mature, to at least as old as me but just tiny.

Again the rapid talking between the women. I had noticed one female as remarkable as Rilia, but where Rilia was a few shades lighter than the dark tan of the tribe, this girl was so dark, that only her lips, nipples, and her very prominent inner labia were darker, to almost appear true black. I have seen few people that dark, but she looked amazing.

“Time to mark you new good friend, and we will go pick gifts for your next three good friends. Then as custom dictates, you are the only one allowed to choose any more good friends, but we can say no if we think they will cause problems.” Niy took a bit of cloth and wiped my hand and Rilia’s hands and together we marked each other. I noticed that my skin itched where the hand prints were, and while close together, none overlapped.