The Further Confessions of a Gang Member

In this barrio two rival gangs compete for dominance, my caucasian gang, the Falcons and the Cholos (Latino), Pantera (panther) gang. We are similarly dressed in that both gangs favor just open leather waistcoats exposing our torsos (think The Warriors) each with either the patch of a falcon or a panther’s head on the back.

This summer’s day I am patrolling the buffer area between our two gangs with two falcon brotherhood when we see three teenage Pantera run from us. We are all in our twenties and seasoned warriors which is probably why they ran. We set off in pursuit but when they split up I direct us to stay together and concentrate on taking just one down. We soon see our chosen enemy heading in the direction of a recently blocked off underpass and we work together to corral him there. 

Upon realising he has been trapped like a rat he pulls his switchblade, pointing it in turn at his three approaching enemies. This aggressive defensive act stirs my loins and, as I pull my own naked blade, my jeans develop a noticeable bulge. I am in the central position and, as we three Falcons close in on the youth, he backs up tight to the wall and starts wildly slashing his blade from side to side. 

The teenage Pantera has slick black hair and brown piercing eyes and his skin tone is mediterranean. He wears a greasy red bandanna apache style around his head, an open short black leather waistcoat adorned with a panther’s head and low fitting faded blue jeans. The open short waistcoat and low jeans expose his six pack abs and hair line from outie navel to low belly.

I say,

“So young panther, how long do you think your steel claw will hold us off from skinning you alive to display your hide in our crib?”

Sweat starts to channel down the midline of his abs and over his outie, noticeably wetting and darkening the hair on his happy trail while the underpass lighting makes his abs glisten and appear more profiled. I long to feel his abs flex against mine in a mortal struggle but my two Falcon brothers may just want a quick kill. However, events soon start to go in a different direction…

As we close in on him we come close enough for me to push one of my brothers towards the trapped panther saying, 

“Go get him Falcon!”

This throws my Falcon brother off balance allowing the Pantera a quick stab into his naked belly just above his belly button. He cries out in pain grasping at his wound as the Pantera follows through with another quick stab deep into his left pectoral causing him to crumple to the ground taking his last breath. The other Falcon, still holding his knife to the Pantera, stares at me in disbelief saying,

“What the fuck you doing man!?”

I watch as his gaze returns to the cornered youth when I quickly lunge, slashing my blade forcibly across my Falcon brother’s belly. He yells in pain as he collapses to his knees trying desperately to hold onto his guts before he too breathes his last.

Initially stunned and confused by my actions, the reality of the smell of the blood from his fallen enemies gives the Pantera fresh impetus. I notice that the excitement of this situation has made the tip of his swollen cock appear above the low waistband of his jeans. The Pantera becomes cocky in his attitude as well, as he says, 

“Es tu turno de morir ahora hombre…It’s your turn to die now hombre!”

Now, I may be a betrayer of my own kind in my desire for physical contact with this youth but years of street fighting has made me no fool as I toy with the inexperienced cub.

We close together and defensively grasp the knife hand of each other and I start to feel his youthful power against me. In the heat of my own excitement I allow my knife to drop to the ground. The Pantera gives me a snarling sneer as he now uses both his hands to attempt to drive his blade into me. Our struggle over the one knife brings our bodies into close contact and I feel the squirming power of his abdominals against my naked belly. As he believes he is now overpowering me by his blade getting closer to my heart I start to feel his whole body rhythmically tensing until the action of our squirming bellies becomes lubricated by an explosion of cum from his throbbing cock. I smell his hot breath as he snarls into my face in what he believes is his victory when…

I suddenly increase my defensive strength against his descending blade with my right hand and with my left reach for another concealed knife from the back of my waistband. I thrust it forward between our bellies and actually hear the tip enter the tensed muscles of his abs at his outie navel. I pull my blade out and stab twice more in rapid succession. He gasps and, as I feel the flow of his hot blood pulsing over my belly, I see the pained surprise in his brown eyes and I snarl back into his face. I then thrust my knife into his lower belly next to his still oozing cock and feel his whole body shudder as I tear the blade up through his abdominals following his happy trail to his already invaded navel. My body is flooded with intense victorious pleasure as the eviserated panther slides down against the wall to my feet. I kneel next to him taking in the vision of the fallen youth and caress parts of his anatomy that only consenting lovers would accept.

Back at the Falcons’ crib I relate how two of our brotherhood bravely fell after being outnumbered by a group of teenage Pantera. As I lay a Pantera’s bloodstained leather waistcoat on the table I recount how I took revenge upon the group’s leader to the praise of my gathered brotherhood.

El Fin

 

Invincible Spartan

I am Spartan, I am invincible…

Here I stand my ground against the accursed Athenians. I proudly display my honed unarmored body to show contempt for the three that now engage me in battle.

The first thrusts his sword at my abdominals but I parry and slash… opening his belly to release his coiled entrails. The other two rush at me with spears but my agile body allows me to evade the first thrust and grasping my enemy’s spear I pull him towards me and bury my blade deep between his ribs. 

The remaining Athenian dog cowers away so I taunt him by swinging my trusty sword but my arrogance is my downfall as I feel, and hear, the sudden thrust of his spear penetrating my tensed abdominals and slicing through my vitals… 

My Spartan brothers who witness my victory, and fate, are spurred on into glorious bloody battle.

I am Spartan and in death I am invincible…

(Gif acknowledgement to Abs Art)

Cherokee’s Secret Desire

The two frot buddies had finally got together in a motel room after weeks of exchanging photos and favourite links about cock to cock action. 

Cherokee Jones of African and Cherokee descent was so excited to finally meet up with Seb as they are of similar age and physique. However, Cherokee also has a secret desire that his new frot buddy is yet to discover.

They both take time to slowly remove each other’s clothing while sporting pre-cum dripping boners which ooze even more as they apply massage oil to their bodies. Seb says, “Fuck man, I want to feel you against me so much!” Cherokee replies, “Well, if you think you’re man enough try and wrestle me into submission.” Still standing the two guys start to slowly grapple, savouring the feel of their oiled muscled torsos and erect cocks squirming against each other. Then, with a grin on his face, Seb pushes Cherokee backwards onto the bed, landing atop of him as their bodies and cocks slide rhythmically together. 

The intensity of their rhythmical physical contact increases to the point that their breathing becomes more like panting and Cherokee can feel that the urge to cum was becoming too great for Seb to overcome. Unnoticed, Cherokee slowly reaches beneath the blanket and quickly moves what he had earlier placed there to under his naked right thigh. Cherokee then feigns that he also is about to climax knowing this will tip Seb over the edge. Cherokee can feel Seb’s muscles tense and, as Seb holds his head high letting out a loud,  “AHHHH!”  he starts blasting pulsed loads of cum over Cherokee’s belly and chest.

Now it’s Cherokee’s turn to climax but Cherokee needs an extra element that will ensure a climax of such intensity that it will eclipse anything Seb was now experiencing. Grasping the hilt of the divers’ knife hidden under his thigh, Cherokee brings its tip up over his own belly as Seb is thrusting forwards up Cherokee’s body. Under the momentum of Seb’s own forward movement the tip of the serrated blade stabs deep into Seb’s outie navel >SHHHKT< at a shallow angle and slices down through abdominal muscle into his viscera. As Seb bucks and writhes Cherokee explodes into a long climax as he twists the divers knife deeper into into Seb’s guts, his pulsing ejaculation mixing with the hot blood also pulsing from Seb’s belly wound. Cherokee, fully satisfied, rolls Seb’s body off of him and takes photos of his latest victim to add to his growing collection. 

Once back in his home town Cherokee again starts following up on those unsuspecting contacts seeking a frot buddy, little knowing that they will soon be cock to cock wrestling with a guy who also has a secret and out of control navel stabbing fetish.

Confessions of a Gang Member

In this barrio two rival gangs compete for dominance, my gang, the Falcons and the Cholos, Pantera gang. Over the years too many good warriors have been lost in the gang wars, now we try to keep to our own quarters but… there now exists a no man’s land that only the bravest warrior dare enter to leave their gang’s tag… like the way a male wolf marks its territory.

There I hear a noise and head for cover behind a concrete pillar when I make out a lone, late teens, Pantera gang member holding a bag from which he takes out a spray can of paint. He is dressed in a waistcoat and jeans much like myself except for the patch of a panther head on the back of his waistcoat where I carry the symbol of a falcon. I am taken by the contrast of his Mediterranean skin tone with the classic look of black leather waistcoat and blue denim jeans. My enemy then sets about over tagging a falcon symbol on the wall of the underpass.

His mid length hair is as black and slick as a freshly preened raven’s wing ringed by the red bandanna across his forehead. His short leather waistcoat exposes his chest and midriff as he stretches to over-tag the falcon symbol with a panther’s head. As he stretches his oblique muscles and ribs catch my eye and I scan across to his lean abdominals; I watch them flex distorting his innie navel and as I follow the fine happy trail from his bellybutton to jean line I can just make out a scar on his lower belly. I ponder for a while on who had shanked him in his guts and how he was able to survive it… probably he got the better of a falcon before he was gutted. My gaze is then absorbed by the beguiling bulge in his jeans and I am aware I am hard and oozing precum for this young enemy. However my attention is drawn back to his belted waistband and the exposed handle of a blade… 

At 24 I am at least 5 years older and in my prime of fitness but a chill runs through me as I realise the only physical contact between us can be one of violence.

While the youth is busy retagging the wall I move to a position out of his view and slowly make my way closer to him. About 10 feet from him he suddenly spins around at me with his hand covering the handle of his blade… I immediately hold my hands out to show I’m not carrying but he takes a firm hold on the handle of his knife and says, 

“Hey hombre you really don’t wanna take on a Pantera cos I’ll gut you!”

As the youth speaks I focus on his sexy green eyes and see the fear within them which belies his arrogant bravado and I say,

“Hey cholo, to gut me you’ve gotta get up real close and personal… so young panther do you want to get real personal?”

To my relief the youth then takes his hand from the handle of his blade and as he gestures for me to move towards him he says,

“Listen hom if you’ve got the guts come get up real close”

As I approach him his green eyes fix onto my grey as we both keep our hands away from our blades. I come right up to him and notice how his hairless chest gives away his rapid breathing despite his apparent arrogance. I slowly look down at his toned body and notice a small damp patch forming over his bulge and realise he’s wearing his jeans commando style which gives away his oozing precum. I then see his eyes are also taking in my athletic physique when he says,

“A fight between us would be well matched…”

As he speaks he suddenly reaches out and starts feeling my abdomen and says,

“Hom, your belly would put up a good resistance to my blade.”

Surprised at his boldness I too touch his youthful firm body as we mutually close together so our naked bellies and chests feel the warmth of each other. I caress his chest and rub his nipples which makes him gasp and thrust his hips towards me. I run my hands slowly down his belly and fondle his tight bulge and then… I slowly unzip his jeans and help his swollen cock from its confinement. He is uncut and his foreskin readily exposes his drooling and glistening helmet. My excitement is enhanced by the danger of having this encounter with an armed enemy, something which he too must be feeling. Then I feel his hands pulling my member from my jeans as he starts rubbing my cut cock against his and we both start to make guttural noises as our hips rhythmically maintain the stimulus. When I start to lick his nipples I feel all his muscles spasm and, as he grunts, a blast of his cum hits my belly and I softly say,

“Well cholo you got me in the belly after all”

He says,

  

“Well hom I guess I’d better finish you off”

With that he intensifies his caressing until I too explode against him and we both just stand there locked in a warm embrace.

Suddenly his whole body becomes tense as his head moves rapidly from side to side and he reaches for his blade… I look behind me and to my horror, there flanking us at mid distance are two Falcons and each has his blade at the ready to deal with the invading panther. The youth says,

“You tricked me to let my guard down, now I’m dead but not before I kill you”

With that he struggles against me to draw his blade…

I say,

“No! No! don’t! Stop!….”

He acts like a trapped animal and fiercely tries to plunge his now drawn blade into my guts as I try to hold him off but… instinctfully I find my own blade in my hand and before I can stop myself I feel it pierce the firm resistance of his lower abdominals a few inches below his navel at the same location of his old belly scar. As I push my blade deeper into his guts he judders and gasps. He then slumps against me holding his arm over my shoulder to support himself as I realise I have to finish him off… So I stab his firm belly another three times until he falls to his knees to look up at me with those enticing green eyes before falling sideways to the ground exposing his handsome but bloodied physique.

Before the other two falcons reach me I manage to get my cum and bloodied cock back in my jeans. Both of my brotherhood then praise me for the killing of the panther but they clearly ponder the reason for his exposed cock…

 

                                                                       El Fin

Something a Little Different

The following stories are not about the Wild West but were written for a change of setting. If any reader wants more like this please say so in the comments 

Deadly Encounters #7

Wacochi is walking just ahead of me as we make for the cover of a nearby wooded area. I take in his vee shaped coppery red back and the way his muscles flex when transferring his weight as he walks. This is my enemy! He is Crow and I Cheyenne, yet he is helping me reach my own people. As I continue to admire his physique… >Thwuuump< What! No!… Wacochi comes to an abrupt halt, all his back muscles seem to spasm and he cries out, “Urrrggghhh!!” Then >Thooonk<  “Ayiieeee!!” as another arrow sends him spinning around for me to now see two arrows in his belly, one on each side of his navel. He falls to the ground on his back squirming and writhing in pain and I hit the ground next to him. He is still alive and his pain filled brown eyes look straight at me and, as he slowly reaches his hand out towards me, >Shwooomp< another arrow strikes him in his naked lower belly at a shallow angle into his guts as he just gasps dropping his arm and is still.

I look into the tree line to see who is attacking but >Thunk< another arrow lands in the ground at my side >Thunk< yet another but closer. I must run! I get up in a crouching stance and run, zigzagging, towards the tree line as >Whoosh< an arrow flies past my head just as I reach tree cover. But the enemy is nearby so I must be alert as I make through the trees. Suddenly I hear a noise from behind me and, unsheathing my knife, I spin around to be met by a knife wielding indian. But he is Cheyenne! I know him! I quickly say, “Red Knife, not Crow!” Then a muscled forearm from behind puts me in a choke hold and I cannot speak. The Cheyenne I recognise is White Wolf from my village but why hasn’t he recognised me? Can it be that Wacochi did too good a job of making me look like a Crow! White Wolf grasps my knife hand and pushes his naked chest, belly and loins against my right side with our nipples and manhoods rubbing together. He snarls into my face with his piercing dark eyes and says, “White Wolf know Red Knife not Crow.” “Chief send groups of warriors to look for Red Knife, it is good we found you first.” Then I feel the tip of his knife being held in my navel. He continues, “Red Knife always humiliate White Wolf in wrestling games, Red Knife always chief’s champion.” “White Wolf too late to stop young Crow buck out there from gutting you like deer but we kill him with arrows for what he did to you. This is what chief will hear and believe when we take both of your bodies back to village.” I struggle hard against the one holding me but as I do White Wolf removes his knife from inside my navel and... I hear >Shhhkt< as he thrusts his blade with force back into my navel… I feel a deep burning in my guts and hear myself cry out, “Urrrggghhh!!” White Wolf’s manhood grows against mine as it is bathed in my hot blood as he starts to cut the blade into my guts, “Aaarrrggghhh!!” I yell out as I buck against him, the fire in my guts spreading to my whole body. I then feel a hot weight sliding over my manhood and down my buckling legs as my vision blurs and I hear “Die Red Kni…

White Wolf and his loyal brother cut the entrails free from the gutted carcass of Red Knife, Cheyenne warrior. They haul his naked body over the back of a skewbald pony alongside that of his naked enemy, Wacochi of the Crow tribe and then ride off towards Red Knife’s village with a tale to tell.

  

                                                                   END 

Deadly Encounters #6

I rise with the sun and see that Wacochi is still asleep so I kick him to muster him into action. I take my bow and quivered arrows to hunt us something to eat. I’m not having much luck and, after a while, decide to return. As I approach where I left Wacochi I see two naked Crow warriors, separated from each other, scouring the area around where we had made camp but there is no sign of Wacochi.

The low sun would be in their eyes so I make my way closer to the nearest warrior and kneel down to steady my aim as I target his belly. The arrow enters the brave’s navel with a >Thwuuump< as it tears into his taught abdominal muscle. The warrior lets out a muffled cry as he claws at his belly on either side of the arrow as he falls to his knees for a moment before falling backwards writhing and clutching at the arrow’s shaft. As he writhes he arches his back pushing his belly upwards before slumping back to the ground. As I crawl up to the arrowed warrior I can see he is still alive from the irregular trembling of the arrow’s shaft. As the brave sees me he weakly reaches for his sheathed knife at his waist. I then place my left hand over his mouth to muffle any cry as I grasp the arrow’s shaft with my right hand and forcibly agitate and push the arrow around in his guts until his whole body shudders and then becomes still. I tear the arrow from his belly, cutting back through the supple abdominal muscles that had closed around its shaft. Then… an arrow ricochets off the rocks right next to me; I’ve been spotted by the other warrior! There is no immediate cover for me so I grab the dead Crow and use his body as a shield, >Thwuuunk< as an arrow enters the dead warrior’s upper abdominals. Now I quickly notch an arrow to my bow and take aim… but wait! I see Wacochi approaching the Crow bowman in greeting but the bowman just points in my direction to show Wacochi where the enemy is. Then, as the bowman levels his bow at me, Wacochi grabs him from behind in a forearm lock on his neck and arches the warrior backwards over his own belly at the same time as he pulls the bowman’s own knife from its sheath. Then, before the warrior can react, Wacochi brings the knife around to the Crow’s stretched out abdomen and stabs inwards deep into the warrior’s lower belly and pulls the blade up through muscle and guts until it cuts into the Warrior’s navel, “Aaarrrggghhh!!” I see the Crow’s entrails start to hang from the gash in his belly before he slumps to the ground.

I make my way over to Wacochi and the dead warrior and can see in Wacochi’s face he is in dilemma over taking the life of a tribal brother. I reach out and place my hand on his shoulder and, as is his way, he just nods that he is okay. Knowing I can now fully trust Wacochi I hand him the dead bowman’s bow and quivered arrows and we continue our journey south.