Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2016 11:44:03 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - chapter 8

THAI PAN : A JUNGLE TALE

My latest story for Nifty takes a quite different approach to my previous
stories (for a list of which, please see the end of this chapter). This is
a more timeless tale. You could regard it as more of a sexual fable or myth
– with its roots deep in our collective history, culture and traditions as
gay men and male tribes. The tale involves teenage boys and their
discoveries with each other, and with a few men as mentors or guides. It is
set deep in a jungle forest amidst myths, rituals, rites, taboos,
initiation and elderhood.

....................... The ending of Chapter 7 ...........................

I don't think any of us could have lasted much longer. Win was the first to
cum. With Kong still holding him in his fist, he shouted out and ejected a
long string of cum which landed on my back as I knelt above him. I could
feel it running down by back and into my crack. Nong was increasing the
pace even more, pushing deep into his twin brother. His breath shortened
and a hoarse voice announced the arrival of his own climax; he thrust
himself deep into Kong's backside, holding his leg up in the air for
maximum penetration. "Keep it there," ordered his brother, whose hand had
now moved to stroke his own erection. Just as he was about to cum, I felt
my own juices inexorably rising. I pulled away from Win's face and the
first blast shot up into the air landing on his chest. Win wanted more and
raised his head to re-take my cock as the second shot landed partly on his
face and partly on his lips. He captured my remaining shots, but as I
finished, Kong leaned across, gently pushed Win away and insisted on taking
my cock into his mouth to finish capturing any remaining jism. I looked
down at his body to see that he'd just shot a large load of his own which
was lying in big globs across his chest and belly. As he moved in towards
me, I could see Nong slowly withdrawing as Kong groaned at the empty void
within himself.

We each gradully sank onto the bed, finding a space in close contact with
each other. It was Win who was the first to comment: "Wow, that was
amazing. It felt so hot doing it on the same bed as you boys."

"We liked it too," replied Nong, seemingly on hehalf of both of them.
"Normally we just play together, but it felt right having you there with us
on our first night here. It feels great to be here with you both in this
village."

"And now I hope we're all going to enjoy a shower together," added Kong,
"Let's use the big outdoor shower downstairs and help each other get clean.
It should be even more fun together!"

And that's exactly what we did. Showering outdoors by moonlight led to a
lot of laughter. Our hands roamed as we cleaned each other off and cooled
down. There was more kissing and hugging, freely shared between us all.
Finally, when we'd dried off, we returned upstairs to our bedrooms.

CHAPTER 8

Waking up the next morning felt like another day in paradise. I was alone
in the bed though I could hear the noise of others from outside. The twins
were chatting away somewhere, and it seemed that someone was making some
breakfast in the kitchen area below. The bedroom door opened and Win walked
in. He must have taken another shower as he had a towel wrapped around his
waist. He was holding a bottle in one hand. He approached the bed,
grinning, and unwrapped the towel before climbing on.

"Good morning!" he began, "That was a great evening with the four of us
together like that." He knelt on the bed, his attractive gra-juu dangling
between his thighs in full view.

"Mmm, yea," I replied, still drowsy with sleep.

"I love it here, Pan," he continued, "Being with you like this, the other
boys, the way you encourage us and give us a sense of permission and
freedom to be who we are. I think the other boys are beginning to get that
too." I looked up at him, wondering where this conversation was going.
"You're becoming a great leader of our group. And you are strong and
confident too. There are so many things I like about you, Pan."  I was
lying on my back on the bed and he slowly lifted the sheet covering off my
body. "Mmm, you really are strong," he said, looking down at my semi-hard
morning erection that was now exposed. His hand moved to hold me and gently
stroke me. "I love your cock too, and what you do with it." I looked at him
as his hand-action began to wake me up. "Do you remember what you said?
That we should always say what we think and ask for what we want?"

"Yes - I want everyone to be honest with each other, always - provided it
doesn't hurt someone."

"Well, I really do want you to fuck me - with this," and he squeezed my
cock into full hardness. "I dreamt about you entering me - just like Nong
did with Kong last night. I want to feel you inside me, all hard and
strong. But not quite like Kong. I prefer a different position, on all
fours, so you can enter me from behind and go really deep into me." He
looked at me enquiringly, wondering whether I would meet his request.
"Look, I've even got the bottle of oil from the twins bedroom that Nong was
using last night."

I pushed myself up in the bed. "Are you really sure about this?" I asked,
"I mean, do you think you can take me when I'm like this?"

He nodded. "I think so. I told you that I've been fucked once or twice
before - but by a smaller gra-juu than yours. But I really want to try with
you."

I looked down at the size of my own manhood and pulled my foreskin fully
back so he could see my full size. This didn't seem to change his mind. He
turned away from me slightly and I pushed him gently down onto the bed. He
lay there prone, unmoving, on his stomach, waiting for me.  I pushed his
legs apart  so that I could get between his smooth thighs. My hardness was
pointing ahead of me up his body. I stared at the smooth rounded globes of
his buttocks and the secret valley between. My hands moved onto his lower
back and started to roam across his back, his hips and over his ass-cheeks.
It felt great. I'd been admiring and desiring his ass probably ever since
he arrived in camp. Now I was getting to play with him in a way that truly
excited me. I ran my fingers into his crack and let them gently pull his
cheeks apart until I could see the whole line and the entrance to his
butt-hole. It looked so small and tight. Would I really be able to enter
him there? Would he be able to take me? I leant forward until my cock
rested between his thighs. He sighed at the touch.  I kneaded and massaged
his cheeks some more. As his buttocks relaxed and his crack opened wider, I
moved forward until my cock lay along the line of his join; then I lowered
myself onto his back until I was lying on top of him. "You're right," I
whispered towards his ear, "I do like looking and touching your ass. It
makes me very excited to think about fucking you in that way. I don't know
if we can do it, but we can try. I don't want to hurt you, so you must tell
me when to stop. I promise I will, if you tell me." He didn't say anything,
just nodded into the bed. His hands moved behind to pull me closer into
him, urging me to do it. For a time, I lay above him, pushing myself up and
down his body, letting him feel me as I enjoyed the sensation of my cock
rubbing all over his cheeks and ass. I could feel the heat within me. He
wriggled a bit beneath me to increase the sensations, and to give friction
to his own cock against the bed.

I pushed myself back up and grabbed the bottle of oil. I spread some on my
hands and rubbed it all over my cock and my balls until they felt silky and
smooth in my hand. Then I pulled Win up by the hips until he was on
all-fours as he'd asked. His smooth upturned ass was directly in front of
me, beckoning. He spread his knees as wide as possible to give me maximum
room. I ran my oiled hands all over his hips and buttocks until they
glistened in the sheen. My fingers ran up and down his crack  and over his
ass-hole, lubricating everywhere. He was pushing back against my fingers. I
replaced my fingers with my cock and ran that up and down his crack,
gradually teasing my cockhead against his hole. He suggested I use a finger
to enter him first. I put some more oil on my hand and used my thumb to
press against his hole. Nothing happened for several moments, until
suddenly the muscles relaxed and I was in. He gasped. I let my thumb rest
there for a time before pushing in further. It felt like an amazing silky
tube as I pushed and probed. I moved my thumb in and out, rotating it until
his body felt more accustomed to this penetration. I looked at my own cock
which was already leaking pre-cum down the shaft at the prospect of what
was to come.  I slowly withdrew my thumb and held my engorged cock-head
against the same hole. I tried to line myself up behind him, so that I
could push inwards. Win responded by pushing his ass back towards me. Again
nothing happened for several moments. Then I held my cock towards the end
and exerted more pressure until suddently my glans disappeared inside him.
We both made deep gutteral noises. I paused, giving him a chance to recover
or change his mind. "Go on, more," is all that he said. Very slowly I
pushed my hips forward and watched as my oiled length started to slide into
him. Each time I withdrew a little, he urged me on. It took a minute or
two, but eventually the whole of my gra-juu had disappeared inside his
beautiful smooth ass.

I looked down to view his arched back, the spread skin of his smooth-globed
buttocks, and my own pubic hair resting against his skin. I felt the solid
length of my cock held within the sheath of his ass. I sensed my balls
squeezed against his thighs below me.

"Ahh, that feels fantastic Pan," was all he said, "Even better than I
imagined." He paused. "Now, please, I want you to fuck me until you cum.
Please!"

I started to slowly slide in and out of him, savouring all the sensations.
My eyes were closed until I remembered to flick them open and watch the
action that I was creating. Win swung his hips from side to side to vary
the pressures. Seemingly inevitably, my pace picked up. I started to thrust
harder into him, pulling out more and then sliding back into him in one
continuous motion. He was making groaning and urging noises from the bed. I
was becoming carried away by the overwhelming sensations of the pending
orgasm.

A flicker of movement caught the edge of my eyesight. Quickly I turned my
head towards the open bedroom door. Kong was standing there watching, a
huge grin on his face. He didn't say anything but just gave me a big thumbs
up of encouragement. I was past speaking. He'd enjoyed our audience last
night, and I guessed he must enjoy being a spectator too. He made no move
to join us. My tempo increased further. I was so eager to release this
build-up of energy within me. I heard Win's voice and breathing increase.
His hand was holding himself beneath me. He emitted a very loud shout and I
could feel the contractions of his body as he jetted out his cum all over
the bed beneath him. The pulsing action of his ass increased the friction
on my own cock. The heat was building right the way through my genitals,
down my thighs and up into my back and torso. I pumped into him rapidly and
energetically. I knew I'd reached the point of no return. I thrust as
deeply into him as I'd ever done and felt the cum being shot out of my
gra-juu, blasting inside him - one, two, three, four. I held onto his hips,
as I continued to thrust at a slower pace, my hardness now moving freely
inside him.

Slowly, Win lowered himself to the bed and straightened his legs. I lay on
top of him, my cock still buried deep within him. We touched each other
without speaking as our breathing slowly returned to normal. Win was the
first to speak: "That was amazing; so much better than anything before.
Thank you Pan. I just didn't know it could be so good." I kissed him on the
neck, the head and the parts of his face I could reach. I turned briefly to
look at the door. Kong was still standing there. He was still grinning and
smiling as he moved out-of-sight. Win and I continued to lie on the bed
until the need for a shower and some food became more urgent.

oOo

Through the day, Nong, Kong, Win and I made a friendly foursome. I guessed
Kong must have told his brother what he'd seen in our bedroom and there was
a definite camaraderie between us as a result of what we'd shared together.
I felt that the twins would make very good friends - as well as being
physically attractive, and sexually adventurous!

It was a busy day - the first day of our shared 'community work'. Several
of us went off to the fields, partly to gather some food, but also to
prepare the ground for some more planting. Nong had noticed a buffalo on
the edge of the fields, and he knew enough to harness the animal and use it
to draw a plough through the earth to prepare the soil. There was an
elaborate series of water ditches with sluices that could be opened or
closed to let water flow onto the fields. We spend a couple of hours
repairing these and then enabling water to enter those fields that had
active crops growing and which looked as though they needed watering. It
was hot work. Win and I were wearing just our cloths. The other boys
quickly stripped down to shorts or pants.

We were back in the village for a late lunch, feeling hot and sweaty.
Several of us went off to cool down in the river whilst a light lunch was
prepared. When we got back to eat, Zee had arrived together with another
young man in his twenties. Zee introduced him as Thanak, saying that he was
another man who had lived in the village at the same time as Zee and
PeeJay. They explained that part of their role was to keep an eye out for
us - from a distance - to make sure that the village of lost boys was
surviving, and that we were managing to live well on our own. Zee seemed
pleased with what he saw, and he made a point of taking me to one side to
question me about my leadership role in the group. I explained that so far
everything seemed to be going well, the boys were taking on their roles, I
had set some general guidelines for how people needed to behave. I also
told him that with five recent arrivals, I was planning to lead another
Ritual of the Seed that evening. He asked whether I needed any help as he,
or one of the other men, could be available to assist. I replied that I was
intending to ask Win to help me. He thought this was a good idea, and an
indication of my maturing into the leadership role. We briefly talked about
each of the new boys to arrive. I asked him how many boys might still be
coming to find and join the village. He told me there was no way of
knowing. In his day, there had been up to forty boys living in the village,
although there were always arrivals and departures as the boys moved on in
their roles and lives. We would just need to wait and see, and accept
whatever happened.

We rejoined the main group and Zee and Thanak left us shortly afterwards.
After a morning in the sun, most boys were quite tired. I reminded them all
about the Ritual that evening, asking everyone who wanted to continue
living in the village to be present in the clearing at sunset. I asked Deep
and Ton to make up a fire and ensure there was plenty of dry timber to burn
through the evening. Chet said he would prepare some food now for us to eat
later after the Ritual.

oOo

I rested through the heat of the afternoon in order to be ready for my role
in the evening. As the afternoon drew to a close, I walked down alone to
the grassy clearing, having asked Win to bring everyone else down a little
later. I remembered to bring the goblet with me. I walked around the
clearing, reconnecting with the nature of this beautiful site. I'd not
really noticed before how mature and majestic the surrounding circle of
trees were. I checked the platform area and made sure it was still solid
enough to support people standing on it. If a lot more boys arrived, we
would need to extend the size of the platform to accommodate them. Deep and
Ton had done a good job in building up the firepit and preparing a pile of
timber for burning. I gathered some kindling and lit the fire to give it
time to catch hold before the others arrived.

I walked across to the river bank and decided to clean myself before the
ritual. I stripped of my cloth and waded out into the pool, using my hands
to rub and clean my whole body. It felt right to be cleansed before
assuming my leadership role. When I climbed out onto the bank and I picked
up my cloth and walked naked across to the fire which was now burning
brightly. I wondered how the five new boys would react to the ritual. The
idea came to me of setting myself as an example for them, and I decided not
to get dressed again, so that they would see me naked when they arrived. I
sat on a log and contemplated the forthcoming ritual whilst awaiting their
arrival.

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps coming down the path. In the dusk
light it took me some time to make out the figures. Led by Win carrying a
lantern, the boys were almost completely quiet; either Win had asked them
not to talk, or more likely, the significance of the ritual had
sub-consciously been assimilated and their silence was a natural response
to the mystery of the event. As the line of boys entered the clearing and
approached the fire, I was relieved to see that all five of the new
arrivals were present. As they came to a halt, the boys spread out in a
semi-circle around me, facing the fire. Some looked at my face expectantly;
others I could see were both surprised and intrigued by my nudity standing
before them.

"I'm really pleased that you've all decided to stay here in the village," I
began, "And that you're prepared to trust me enough to participate in this
ritual. This is called the Ritual of the Seed. It's something that I have
done twice already. Win has also done it several days ago, as have Zee and
PeeJay and Thanak and all the other boys who have ever lived in this
village. I am told that everyone who wishes to stay in the village for any
length of time is required to participate in this Ritual." I paused to
check their reactions so far. They were all watching me carefully. "In the
Village of the Lost Boys we all grow up to become men. We mature -
physically, mentally, emotionally. We let go of being children and young
boys, and we are encouraged to step into being young men. As young men -
and later in our lives, as men - we will continue to grow in maturity; we
will take on responsibilities; many of us will in turn become leaders and
elders to others. We will be the men that others turn to in our villages
and communities for advice and help. So here, in this village, we are given
the opportunity to begin practicing all this. The intention is that we
learn how to look after each other. We learn to trust our own deepest sense
of instinct and intuition. We grow and develop in wisdom - a wisdom that
comes from deep within us, for our experiences of life, from the knowledge
of our ancestors that is still carried in our bodies, from all that has
been given to us through our journeys - including all the hurts,
sufferings, joys and pleasures of our lives. But to start this process, we
must already be on the way to becoming men. Young boys are not ready for
this yet; they just need to have fun as they grow. Older men are often too
set in their ways; many already have wives and children to look after; they
don't have the time or energy to develop their wisdom in this way. It is
only us and boys like us, at this time in our lives, when we are teenagers,
who have the best opportunity to grow in maturity and wisdom. That is what
the Village of the Lost Boys is all about. As our bodies develop
physically, so our minds and our hearts can also expand and develop in new
ways. The Ritual of the Seed is the first test of whether each boy is
physically ready to step into this phase in his life."

Again, I paused. I was surprised at quite where this little speech was
coming from. It certainly hadn't been prepared or rehearsed. It just seemed
to flow naturally out of me. Almost without conscious thought I continued
talking to them. "I think you all already know about some of the physical
changes that happen to each of us as we change from being young boys to
being teenagers and young men. Our voices become lower; our puppy fat
disappears; we start to grow hair here and here," and I pointed to my own
armpits and genitals. "And perhaps most significantly, we become much more
aware of our sex, our gra-juu," and I took a firm hold of my own cock with
my right hand. "We discover erections and the pleasure of being able to
excite ourselves and make ourselves shoot cum. Some of us begin to
experiment with sex. This is the Seed. We create Seed as adult men; there
is no limit to how much Seed we create. Seed helps to create new children.
Seed is the source of all new life and growth. Seed is what carries
characteristics and knowledge and wisdom from one generation to the next.
To grow in wisdom and to be able to pass on your wisdom to others, you must
be able to produce your own Seed."

I stopped, wanting to make sure I had their full attention before
explaining the Ritual. "Tonight, in the Ritual of the Seed, we will each
create our own Seed and we will each shoot it from out bodies. This is a
demonstration that each of us is physically ready to develop here in the
Village, and it shows and shares with every other boy here that we are all
on this same pathway together. There is no need to be ashamed or
embarrassed. This is natural and healthy. We do it together. You know that
it is pleasurable and enjoyable. I will be sharing the Ritual with you as
well; that's why I am already undressed." I looked around, checking that
no-one was about to run away. "Now, when you're each ready, I ask you to
undress - completely - until you too are standing here naked. Then you
stand on the platform together. You bring yourself to hardness, until your
gra-juu is standing firm and tall. There is no need to hide it; everyone
else will be the same, including me. You can make yourself become hard in
any way you like - by touch, by rubbing, by watching the others, by closing
your eyes and fantasising - it doesn't matter. And then you stroke yourself
until you are ready to produce your Seed. When you feel it is coming and
you can't stop it, shout out and Win will come across to you. He has a
special bowl and will collect some of your Seed. And then, when we are all
finished, we will celebrate together."

I stepped back away from the group, picked up the goblet and handed it to
Win, telling him to stand to one side until each boy was ready to cum.
Then, as unselfconsciously as possible, I began to fondle myself until I
could feel my own gra-juu begin to lengthen slightly. I didn't want to
stare towards the five boys, though I wanted to keep a gentle eye on how
they were responding to my request.

As I suspected, Kong and Nong seemed to have no difficulty with the
instructions. They had already removed their shirts and were stepping out
of their shorts and underwear. In the glow from the fire it was easy to
tell them apart, Nong with his uncut cock and dark pubes, Kong with his
circumcised helmet and shaved pubes. They walked across and stood on the
platform, facing each other, already stroking themselves. Nong reached
across to touch his brothers nipples whilst Kong in return used his spare
hand to squeeze his twin's buttocks. They both seemed to revel in the
exposure and it didn't take long for each of them to reach full erection.
Chet was helping the younger Ton out of his tee-shirt. Then, with a quick
look at the twins, Chet quickly stripped off the rest of his own clothes.
His muscular body looked good in the firelight; his large balls and his
thick, more stubby cock swung between his thighs as he joined the twins on
the platform. He was watching the two brothers as he started to stroke
himself into life. Meanwhile Ton had finished undressing revealing his
slender young body at an earlier stage of adolescent development. His hand
covered his genitals as he stepped onto the platform, and he stood there
self-consciously. Chet - now fully erect - turned away from watching the
twins and faced young Ton. He spoke a few words of encouragement, and made
an obvious play of showing the boy his own erection. Ton stared at it for a
few moments, perhaps surprised by the thickness of it, and then slowly
began to play with himself. This left only Deep still standing by the fire.
He had hardly moved since I stopped speaking. I didn't want to talk more
with him; he needed to make his own decision about whether to participate,
and consequently, whether to stay in the village. He looked along the four
teenagers already standing on wanking on the platform, staring in
particular at the striking contrast of the two twins. Then he turned away
slightly so that his back was towards them and slowly began to undress
himself, dropping his cloths to the ground. With his back to the fire also,
he was using the darkness to protect his modesty. I moved away from the
platform until I had a different view of him. As my eyes adjusted to the
darkness, I could see that he was already erect - very erect! His slim body
was sporting a remarkably long, slender, and vary hard cock that curved
upwards and outwards from his body, with a pair of smooth ball beneath that
were already pulled upwards. With his back to the flames, he made his way
over to the platform and stood on it at the back, facing away from the
others. Ton spoke something to him and showed him his own hardness. Deep
turned towards his friend a little. I could see him grasping his own long
erection, his fist covering less than half its length; his eyes were closed
as he stroked vigorously.

Amongst the smell of the burning fire there was also a distinct smell of
sex as I moved closer to the five boys on the platform. Part of me was
excited to be watching this 'group wank', whilst also mindful of my own
leadership responsibilities. The twins seemed to be really enjoying
themselves, moving together, touching cocks, touching each other's bodies
intimately. They clearly liked the exhibitionist aspect of the Ritual. At
times they looked around at the others, and this spurred them to even
faster action. Chet was still partially focussed on Ton, encouraging him as
the younger boy jerked wildly on his gra-juu and danced around on the
platform from one leg to the other. Chet too was looking around at the
others, partly checking them out, and also simply enjoying this shared
experience of intimate nudity. Only Deep seemed to be self-focused and
detached from the others.

As Win stood by, I detected a gradual build-up of both energy and orgasmic
anticipation. I wondered who would be the first to actually cum. It didn't
feel that it would be me as too much of my attention was focused on the
others rather than my own pleasure. I was surprised by what transpired. It
was Deep who came first. With his eyes still closed, his fist was pumping
with increasing vigour. The others had move a little around him, and as a
result he was now facing more into the group. Suddenly, he let out a very
loud shout. Everyone looked at him as almost immediately he fired a very
large string a cum up into the air. He'd not warned Win who was in no
position to catch it in the goblet. Instead, the cum landed right across
Chet's muscular chest. A second blast followed quickly and Deep must have
changed his position because this shot was equally strong and landed on
Ton's hair and face where is quickly ran down onto his upper chest. By this
time, Win had arrived and he was able to take hold of Deep's fist and angle
most of the next three blasts into the goblet. Maybe Chet had been aroused
by the experience of Deep's very strong ejaculation because he was the next
to blow. He had time to give a warning to Win who was in position to
collect several thick spoonfuls of creamy spunk that were ejected from his
cock. The twins were intent on putting on a performance, and clearly wanted
to time their ejaculations to cum together. They put their cocks together,
'head-to-tail' and each used their fist to stroke themselves to a joint
climax. As a result both boys' genitals and both hands were covered in each
other's cum. Win held the goblet beneath them as they stood there and let
the sticky mess dribble down into the vessel. Meanwhile, Chet had moved
round behind Ton and was holding his shoulders and lightly running his
hands over the younger boy's chest. Ton was still dancing around from one
foot to another and his frenetic jerking continued. This time Deep was
vocally encouraging him. It didn't take long for him to finish off and he
gave a high-pitched yell as his cock sent out what may have been the
largest ejacultation of his life; fortunately, Win was in position to catch
some of it. And that left me! As the others began to come down from their
highs, they turned to watch me. I had my ass to the fire, enjoying the
sensation of heat on this normally hidden part of my body. No longer
needing to worry about the others, I could focus on my own orgasm. I looked
across at the five boys as they still stood on the platform. Through
half-closed eyes I looked at the remarkable array of different genetalia,
each beautiful in it's own way. This was the first time I'd seen Chet, Deep
and Ton in states of arousal. I recalled the sight of Nong fucking Kong the
previous night, and my own excitement at doing the same with Win. Taken
together, these fast-moving images brought me to a peak of arousal and I
knew I was about to cum. I shouted for Win and angled my cock into his
goblet as I released another large load. Wow! All six of us had climaxed
within the last two or three minutes!

I signalled for the boys to come down off the platform. I gathered us all
around the fire. I wanted Win to join us and without me saying anything he
had already removed his cloth revealing a gra-juu that was strongly
pointing forward and perhaps ready for some action. I motioned for everyone
to form a circle around the fire. Without any instruction, the boys took
hold of each other around waists or shoulders until we were a circle of
naked, vulnerable and exposed boys. There was a sparkle in their eyes as
they looked around, holding each other's eye contact.

It was Deep who pointed out that Win was the only one of us who had not
cum. I explained that I needed him to keep the whole ritual safe for
everyone, and to hold the goblet that collected everyone's juices. "But
we've done all of that," argued Deep, "Doesn't Win get a chance to cum like
the rest of us?" There was a little chorus of agreement around the circle.
I looked at Win to guage his reaction.

"Sure, I can cum if you want everyone to be the same. It was very exciting
watching you all touching yourselves and wanking to make yourselves cum. As
you can see, it made me half-hard even when I wasn't taking part in the
same way."

"Go on then, Win," urged Deep, "I want to see how quickly you can make
yourself cum when we're all watching and encouraging you! I'm going to
start counting .... one ... two ... three ....". The count was taken up by
a couple of others. Everyone was watching Win. I had my hand around his
shoulders, so I dropped it until it was against his ass and then I started
to knead and stroke him. He already had his cock in his hand. Sure enough,
his gra-juu quickly came to full attention. There was a lot of
encouragement for him around the fire. He didn't seem to need it though, as
he was already taking up the challenge and wanking himself furiously.
Behind his back, I let my fingers run into his ass crack, and unbeknown to
anyone else, I let my thumb press against his ass-hole. Win spread his
legs  more and arched his back. My thumb slipped inside his anal-ring and I
started to gently massage his canal. His breathing quickened and he started
to make short panting noises. Deep bent down to pick up the goblet from the
ground, and then moved forward to stand in front of Win. Within a minute, a
loud cheer went up as Win fired a shot of white jism into the air. Deep
wasn't quick enough to catch it - but he was in the firing line. The ropey
string landed on his chest. For a moment, I thought he was going to back
away in disgust, but he didn't. Instead, he extended his arm and tilted the
goblet to catch the next two shots.

When Win had finished, we reformed the circle around the fire. Seven spent
cocks were on view: some were soft, others were still semi-hard and
pointing forwards; one or two looked as though they could go again with a
little encouragement. "That's the Ritual of the Seed," I said aloud, "And
now you've all completed it. There is one more thing to do. I said before
that this Seed is our creation; it's how we share ourselves and give
ourselves to one another. The Seed is clean and healthy, full of nutrition
and goodness. I'm mixing the Seed from all of us in the goblet. And now
we're all going to take a little of this mixed Seed into ourselves."  I
could see a look of consternation on one or two faces. "It won't do you any
harm. In fact, it will help you to grow and develop." And with that, I
raised the goblet and took a sip of the mixed sperm. I passed the goblet to
Win who also took it to his mouth. The goblet was passed around the group.
Some took a large mouthful - clearly boys like Chet and Kong were used to
swallowing cum; the younger ones were more tentative, but even they tasted
a little bit and swallowed.

"Look! Ton's still got some of Deep's cum in his hair and on his face,"
said Kong with a laugh. Chet moved to wipe it off with his finger - and
then to take it into his mouth. "So have I," added Chet, and turning to
Deep added, "You shot a really big load and it went everywhere."  Deep
laughed: "I know. I do tend to shoot big loads. And look, some of Win's
landed on me too." He seemed quite proud of his achievements.

"Well done everyone," I said. "Everyone who has completed the Ritual of the
Seed can wear the white gra-juu cloths - like the ones you've seen Win and
me wearing. They're really comfortable to wear and very easy to put on and
take off. We'll give you some back in the village and show you how to
fasten them."

"And is it all right to cum here?" asked Deep. "I mean, can we only cum in
private or in a Ritual? Do we have to be dressed all the time to hide our
gra-juus?"

"No, there are no rules about being naked, or wanking or giving pleaure to
someone else. This is just a village of teenage boys. No-one is going to
stop you doing what is entirely natural. You can wear as much - or as
little - as you want. The only rules are the ones I gave you before: you
must respect this clearing as a special place which is only used for
Rituals; and you must always respect the other boys and do nothing which
hurts or disrespects them. So, if you want to play together, just make sure
you check it out first.  OK, tonight's ritual is now over, everyone. I
suggest we go back to the village and enjoy a late dinner together. Some of
you may want to shower and clean up first. We need to make this fire safe
before we go. And Win will issue you with your new gra-juu cloths. Let's
go!"

............ to be continued soon in Chapter 9 of 'THAI PAN'
..................

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