Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2016 20:36:59 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - Chapter 12

THAI PAN : A JUNGLE TALE

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....................... The ending of Chapter 11 ......................

Through dinner, I noticed that Moon was sitting at a table some way off
from the main group. There were just three of four boys around him. One boy
spooned his dinner onto a plate and set it before him. For a moment, I
thought that Moon was going to lean down and try to eat it from the plate
with his mouth. But another boy leant across and started to feed him with a
spoon. The message was getting through!

Later that evening I heard a couple of boys asking Moon if he wanted a
shower. They offered to take him to the big outdoor shower behind our hut
and help him with his ablutions. Realising that this might be awkward or
embarrassing for Moon, I decided to keep out of the way and let them work
this out for themselves.  I also guessed that at least one of the boys, if
not both, would take advantage of the situation to enjoy some mutual
pleasure with Moon in the shower. As I went to bed that evening, I felt
that another major test of my leadership and eldership in the village had
been successfully negotiated.

CHAPTER 12

As each week went by, the village of the lost boys gradually filled.
Somehow word was spreading  - though as almost no boys were leaving the
village or travelling beyond our immediate locality, it was difficult to
understand how this might be happening. I thought perhaps something more
mystical might be happening. From the stories I'd heard from Muni, Zee and
PeeJay, it seemed as though the village came back to life at periodic
intervals, when a new generation of boys found their way to this magical
all-male place. Maybe there was something in the spiritual ether that sent
out a message to teenage boys, every once in a while, and they started to
move away from their home villages into the forest and head towards the
village. Certainly there seemed to be no rational force that was organising
or coordinating this. Yet every few days, another boy or pair of boys would
find their way into the village. All were made welcome. By now, most of the
huts were occupied. The shared work rota had filled up and we had lots of
enthusiastic labour to work the fields and the livestock and help with all
the domestic chores around the community. It was a much bigger task now to
feed everyone but Chet had managed to recruit a kitchen team to prepare and
cook all the meals, and many other boys took turns to clear away and clean.

Each boy presented a different personal story. Some were orphans or had
lost many family members. Some had been forced out of their homes and
families because of something they'd done. Some were searching for some
meaning or purpose in their lives. Others simply felt that they didn't
belong where they'd been brought up. It seemed as though the village of
lost boys offered an alternative tribal community and way of living for
most of these boys.

With each new arrival, we explained the core rules for living in the
village. So far, no-one had refused to recognise these. I think it was the
simplicity of what was required that appealed to many: the rules were
clear, simple and humane. I'd led the Ritual of the Seed almost every week
for the new arrivals. The platform had had to be extended to accommodate
more participants on some evenings. Most of the existing boys would show up
and support the ritual, often pleasuring themselves or each other at the
same time as witnessing the ritual taking place on the platform. The
mystique of the Ritual was maintained so that new boys entered it unaware
of the details. Yet each time, there was a willingness to be undressed, to
expose their naked bodies publicly, to become aroused, and to produce and
share their own seed with others. In many ways, our Ritual nights had
become a central feature of the community – one that everyone could share
and that helped us all to bond together. All the boys were adolescent
enough to produce their own seed. Some were clearly on the verge of
manhood, from the physical development of their bodies, their musculature,
and their sexual prowess. Yet across this age range, there was no obvious
power hierarchy. I was probably mid-age across the whole spectrum of
teenage boys, yet my authority as leader was accepted without question.

I'd also led a couple of second rituals – the Ritual of Surrendering to the
Seed. I'd judged that several boys were growing in maturity and wisdom
through their experience in the village, that they should be recognised in
this way. In the main, participation in this second ritual seemed
correlated with length of residence in the village. Win, Kong and Nong had
all been through the Ritual. I thought Chet was virtually ready, but sensed
that something was not quite settled yet. My hesitation seemed justified
when Chet approached me one day.

oOo

"There is something I need to consult with you about," he began one
afternoon when we were all taking a rest during the hottest part of the
day, down by the river. I asked him if it was private and he confirmed he
would prefer for us to talk together away from the rest of the group.  We
wandered away from the river and came to the clearing where we sat together
on a fallen tree trunk to the side, shaded by the branches overhead, and
facing towards the ceremonial firepit and the ritual platform.

Chet was silent for some time. We must both have been aware of the noises
from the surrounding jungle – of small animals moving around amongst the
fallen leaves, of birds calling from the branches, of wind passing through,
and of the cries and shouts of the boys enjoying the river. In my reverie,
I wondered just how many boys were pleasuring each other – in the river, in
the depths of the forest, or in some quiet bedroom back in the village. I
waited for Chet to be ready to start whatever he needed to share.

"I've been thinking for several days now," he began. "Do you remember when
I first came to this village, when I thought it was deserted and just
wanted somewhere to sleep for the night?"  I nodded. "It took me some time
to tell you what had happened to me back home. Now I've heard so many other
stories from all these boys. Many of their lives have been very different
to mine. But some have been badly hurt; some have been bullied or attacked.
Most have questioned who they are in their search to make sense of their
growing up and their transition from being a boy into being a man. It's
made me realise that my story is not much different to many of theirs.
Unpleasant stuff happens to most of us. Each time it's different, but we
all end up feeling hurt, or rejected, or different, or alone. The stories
are all different but the results are always the same." I nodded to show I
understood what he was saying, not wanting to interrupt his flow. "And then
I realised that here – in this village – we all share this common sense of
hurt and rejection, but living together in the village in the way that we
do, the exact opposite is happening! Here in the village, every boy is
accepted, every boy is welcomed no matter what his story, every boy can
express himself, every boy can enjoy being with any other boy. It's as
though this village is a healing place for all the lost boys – somewhere
they can come to truly find themselves and live life the way they want to,
and – hopefully – find some resolution to the pain they've experienced."

He stopped again, and we both looked across the clearing as his words sank
in. As we sat side-by-side on the log, I became aware of Chet's physical
presence next to me. He was the same age and height as me, but his body was
far more filled out than mine. As he sat there wearing nothing more than
his standard gra-juu cloth, I could see the thickness of his exposed thighs
stretching up to his hips, and the heavily muscled haunches that he was
sitting on. He was a powerfully built boy with a strongly defined
musculature.

 "I think that's what's been happening to me. It's taken all these weeks
for me to see it, but now I'm beginning to realise that I feel differently
about my story and what happened to me. Until I deal with what happened to
me that day, when I was attacked by my uncle and those other two men for
what I was doing with my two friends, I won't be able to move on. Being
angry and upset doesn't deal with it – it just keeps the hurt going. I need
to find a way to change the way I think about the whole experience."

I looked at Chet and put my hand out to touch him on his knee. The contact
between us felt good. "And do you know how you might bring about that
change in perception?" I asked him.

"Yes, I think I do. Now I realise that what I was doing and enjoying with
my two friends wasn't wrong or bad. It was all a part of who I am – and
that can't be bad. So what I need is to experience something similar again
in my life, and then to have it recognised as something which is good and
natural and positive." I looked at him, wondering quite what he was going
to propose.  "I want to create and take part in a new ritual that re=writes
the script of that attack, and changes my perception of it for ever. You
know that I share a bedroom with Deep and Ton now?" I nodded. "Well, to
begin with, we just got along fine. I'm quite a bit older than them, and
they had been very hurt physically as well, so I tried to look after them
and protect them – maybe a bit like an older brother would do. But we
discovered we like some of the same things – you know – like the other boys
living here - so after a week or two perhaps it was inevitable that we
should start having pleasure together. What I'm thinking of doing is
arranging with them for us to do something similar together to what
happened to me and my friends all those months ago.  And this is where you
come in, Pan, if you're willing. You would be like my `new' uncle or
friend. Maybe you and one or two other senior boys from the village. When
you `discover' us together, I know you wouldn't attack us or beat us up. I
hope you would accept that what we were doing and enjoying together was
natural and pleasurable. And you acceptance of us would create a completely
alternative ending to the horrible events that forced me out of my
village." He stopped and looked at me.  "What do you think? Would you be
willing to help me by taking on this role in a new personal ritual?"

"Have you explained all this to Ton and Deep?" I asked, "Have they agreed
voluntarily? Remember our village rules – whatever you do must respect
everyone else."

"Yes, they agree. I've told them all my story in detail and they've told me
what happened to them too, and how they got so physically hurt. They want
to create a ritual like this with me. They think it could help them too to
create a different ending to the story. I wouldn't do anything to force
them or hurt them more. We're very good friends now."

"And where do you want to do this ritual? Where will we find you?  In your
hut perhaps?"

"No, it needs to be as close as possible to the original setting. I want it
to be outdoors, in the open. Because it's a kind of ritual, I was hoping
you would let us do it here, close to this clearing, where all the land is
so special and where the other rituals take place. We would be very careful
to respect the place, but it would add so much more for me if it could
happen somewhere as special and significant as this."

I thought about this for a moment. Or rather, I `felt' into the request to
know whether it felt appropriate. Chet was wanting to create a personal
ritual that was healing for him – and hopefully for Ton and Deep. Inwardly,
this felt good.  "Yes, you could use the clearing if you prepare it
respectfully. I don't think you should use the firepit or the platform
because we have defined uses for those areas. But if you wanted to use a
different part of the clearing, that would be fine."

Chet moved and leant in to me. "Thank you so much, Pan. You don't know how
much this means to me." He gave me a close hug and my hands went around his
muscular torso. "I'll get everything planned and set up with Ton and Deep.
It might take a day or two to prepare and get it right. Then I'll let you
know when we need you to play your part as my `good uncle'. And if you can
ask one or two of the other boy-elders to participate as well with you,
that would be great."

I agreed. We stood up and gave each other a final hug. He pressed his body
into mine and I could feel his strength. I was aware of his thick, short
gra-juu inside his cloth pressing against mine. Even though this was not
sexual, there was an erotic tension between us in that moment. I had a
glimpse of what Deep and Ton might feel when they were sharing an intimate
pleasure with this older boy. Eventually we broke apart and returned to the
river bank where many of the village boys were enjoying themselves in the
water.

oOo

Over the next couple of days I was aware of Chet having conversations with
Deep and Ton. There was no sense of the younger boys being cajoled or
coerced into doing something they didn't want. Indeed there seemed an
eagerness, an excitement even, amongst the three of them. They would
disappear off into the jungle together, apparently to gather materials. And
at other times they went off to their hut together, presumably for more
planning. In the meantime, I'd spoken with Nong and Kong, about being part
of this personal ritual with me. I'd not told them too much of the
background story, but just sufficient to know that Chet was intent on
recreating a painful scene from his own life and this time giving it a very
different ending that needed to be witnessed by us.

It was late afternoon when Chet approached me again. "We're all ready.
We've built a little bamboo hut at the edge of the clearing. It has three
sides and a roof, but is open on the side facing the clearing so that
nothing is hidden from your view. We'd like to do our ritual this evening,
after the evening meal has been cleared up and whilst there is still a
little light. We'll have a couple of lanterns as well. I'll give you the
signal when we're about to set off, and then perhaps you can follow us down
there a few minutes later. All you have to do is react to what you see
going on."

A big part of me was excited at the prospect of whatever Chet had planned.
I was also developing quite a liking for Deep, ever since he started to
confide in me. His youthful body and his slimness kept attracting my
attention whenever I saw him. And the length of his boy-cock never ceased
to amaze me: I had stroked his cock to bring him off, and I'd watched as
Win had sat on that long cock and been fucked by Deep. Every time I'd seen
him cum, he'd produced masses of sticky white boy juice that seemed to
cover everything – and everyone! – in sight. I briefed Nong and Kong again
so that they would be ready to join me, and reminded them that whatever
happened this ritual was intended to affirm and acknowledge Chet, not add
to his shame and hurt.

Chet came to me after dinner to say that he was about to set off for the
clearing with Ton and Deep. He looked both nervous and excited at the
prospect of his personal ritual. I couldn't help noticing that, unusually,
he was fully dressed in a tee-shirt and lightweight cotton trousers. They
served to cover his muscular body whilst also emphasising the look of his
great physique. I found the twins in our hut and together we followed the
path from the village down through the trees to the clearing where the
light was fast fading in the evening dusk.

To one side of the clearing the boys had put up a simple bamboo shelter. As
we arrived we could only see the enclosed back and side with a simple palm
leave roof help in place by some wooden beams made from branches. A thin
light percolated out from the bamboo screen walls, but insufficient to
enable us to see what might be happening inside. Some way in front of the
hut, towards the centre of the clearing, stood another lantern, sitting on
a tree stump. Nong, Kong and I made our way as quietly as possible to this
second lantern and stood behind it facing the bamboo hut structure.

>From here, we could see directly into the little hut. There was no wall on
the front side. The other lamp was hanging from one of the beams and cast a
wide circle of yellow light to illuminate the whole of the interior space.
The only furniture was a simple chair and a stool. Also beneath the light
stood Ton and Deep, both dressed in rather small tee-shirts and shorts. I
thought immediately that Deep looked very sexy.

The boys were making out. The Deep, the taller of the two young friends,
was holding Ton in a close embrace. Their bodies were pressed together.
Deep's slim rounded ass enclosed by his shorts was pushing out behind him.
Ton's upturned face was being kissed by Deep and their mouths seemed glued
together. Their hips were grinding slightly as each boy became more
engrossed and aroused by their actions. Ton's hands moved down Deep's back
to hold his buttocks and pull them inwards. I realised I wanted those to be
my hands, and that I too was starting to become aroused just by watching
these two boys from a distance. There was no sign of Chet and I wondered
what he might be doing whilst the younger boys enjoyed each other. Deep's
mouth broke away from Ton and moved to his neck and throat where he
continued to lick and suck. At the same time, his hands moved inside Ton's
tee-shirt at the waist and reached upwards until he must have been pinching
the boy's nipples. Ton's reaction was to jerk and gasp. My own hand moved
to grasp my erect gra-juu straining against my cloth. Deep's hands moved
downwards and inside the waistband of Ton's shorts as he began playing with
the boy's butt flesh.

As my eyes became adjusted to the dark, I noticed Chet for the first time.
He was standing against the outer side of the bamboo hut, away from the
light. He must have been watching the two boys through the bamboo screen
from the outside. I could only imagine he was as aroused as I was in my
voyeurism. I turned sideways to check out how the twins were reacting. Kong
was holding his brother's cock inside his cloth and slowly working it free
of the restraint.

Turning back to the unfolding scene in the hut, the younger boys must have
become aware of Chet's peeping presence. They had broken apart and Deep was
leaning around the wall to pull Chet inwards to join them. He didn't seem
to be resisting too hard! When all three boys were inside, Deep began to
embrace Chet. They were almost the same height so it was easy for the two
to start kissing and fondling together. Ton climbed onto the stool and then
joined in the hug, holding Chet from behind. Chet was effectively in the
middle of this boy sandwich. As I watched, he turned around until he was
facing Ton, his face level with the boy's chest. He must have said
something because Ton raised his arms into the air. Chet took hold of his
tee-shirt and pulled up and over Ton's head. With his slim chest exposed,
Chet started working on his nipples, taking each in turn into his mouth
whilst his hands played up and down the boy's back. Chat sank lower whilst
Ton remained standing on the stool. His mouth licked his belly and abdomen.
Then, quite slowly and deliberately, Chet started to undo the belt and
buttons of the boy's shorts, letting them slide his legs. Ton lifted each
foot in turn to kick the discarded shorts away. His olive brown body was
completely naked, his young cock straining outwards and his ball-sack held
tight against his body. Chet moved his hand between the boy's legs and bend
down to take his gra-juu into his mouth. Ton arched backwards, pushing his
cock further into Chet's face. For a minute or so, Chet working on his
cock. Then he stood and turned around to face Deep. Again, the two boy's
kissed. Already Chet was working to loosen Deep's shorts. From a moment
they stayed up, sustained by the length of Deep's erection. Then Chet freed
his shaft and the shorts fell to the floor. It didn't take long for his
tee-shirt to get pulled off. Immediately, Chet went down on Deep, taking as
much as possible of his long gra-juu into his mouth. Chet was already
moving his hips as he started to face fuck the older boy.

Both the boys were now naked and very hard. I recalled how Chet had first
described this scene when he'd been caught by his uncle and one of the
boys' fathers. As I watched, Chet motioned for Ton to get off the stool and
kneel on the floor. As Ton was moving, Chet removed his own shirt revealing
the strong muscles of his shoulders and chest. Next he dropped his trousers
to expose his rock-hard cock – not particularly long but certainly very
thick. In this state, Chet dropped onto all-fours on the ground. His head
was facing Ton's pelvis and it didn't take him long for his mouth to open
and take the boy's cock. Ton stepped towards him and gently held his head
as Chet set up a deep sucking action. Meanwhile Deep had moved in between
Chet's legs. He too got down on his knees until his long cock could play
across Chet's muscular backside. Deep worked his cock across and around his
buttocks and thighs, running it up and down his crack repeatedly, and
pushing it through between his legs to poke his balls. Deep kept up a fast
movement, with his hands joining in to squeeze Chet's flesh and pull his
buttocks apart. After two or three minutes of frenzied activity at both
ends, Deep moved to line himself up behind Chet. He spread some pre-cum
along the length of his shaft, and positioned it at the entrance to Chet's
ass-hole. Then as Nong, Kong and I watched this illuminated tableau, Deep
pushed himself inside Chet. The older boy was speared at both ends. Ton
filling his mouth and Deep occupying his ass. The stronger, older boy was
almost enslaving himself to the other two.

This, I realised, was the moment when Chet and his home village friends had
been interrupted by three men and Chet had been violently abused and
assaulted. This was where Chet wanted an alternative ending to his
nightmare experience. In the ritual he was creating before us, this is
where Chet had asked me to step in and generate the different ending that
would serve to heal and over-write his past traumatic experience. I
signalled to the twins that we needed to move forward and somehow interact
with the scene in the bamboo hut in a positive and affirming way. "Come on.
Chet wants us somehow to become involved in this scene."

Picking up the second lantern, the three of us approached the three-some
pleasuring each other inside the bamboo hut. Both Ton and Deep noticed our
approach but did nothing to cease their own activities. Chet seemed almost
oblivious: his mouth full of one cock and his ass filled with another. I
briefly considered the shock he must have experienced to be discovered in
such a situation by three hostile and aggressive men.

"Wow," opened Nong, "This looks really hot. You boys must be having a lot
of fun."

We all three stepped to the open side of the little bamboo hut. For a
moment it was almost embarrassing to be witnessing the scene at such close
quarters. Then Kong stripped off his gra-juu cloth to reveal his own
excitement, and dropped to the ground alongside Chet. "It's so exciting
just to be watching you like this," he exclaimed.

Chet turned his head briefly, letting go of Ton's cock, and looked at Chet.
"Thank you. Yes, it feels so good." Kong's face darted forward and he
kissed Chet directly on the mouth. Chet went back to sucking Ton deep into
his throat. Kong's head went up and found Ton's whom he proceeded to kiss
as well. Meanwhile Nong too had stripped off his gra-juu cloth and was
slowly stroking himself in full view of the other boys. The light from the
lantern cast a strong shadow outline of his magnificent manhood against the
rear wall.

I was standing just to one side of Deep. The younger boy cast a look over
his shoulder at me. "Pan, I feel so horny tonight. When Chet lets me fuck
him like this, and watching Ton, and then seeing you all get so excited –
it just makes my ass feel so hot. Can you feel me there please?"  I had no
hesitation in moving round behind him. His slim body was bucking backwards
and forwards as he pushed into Chet's backside. The vertebrae of his
backbone were all exposed just beneath his skin, ending at the top of his
secret crack. I stared at the smooth skin of his buttocks entranced by
their beauty. As I lowered myself for a closer look, the boy moved his
knees slightly further apart, opening the gap between his legs. My hand
instinctively moved forward. I touch his smooth inner thighs. Then I felt
upwards to his root and forward to hold his balls as he continued to thrust
himself forward into Chet. My hand slid forward to hold the base of his
hard cock. I didn't believe it was possible for Chet to accept all of his
length but I was mistaken. No matter the length of Deep's gra-juu, the
whole length was being buried in Chet with each stroke. The boy was
becoming very excited by his own fucking and by my hand. In my own
excitement, I started playing freely with his cock, his balls and his ass.
It wasn't long before my finger found the entrance to his secret tunnel.
Just as he was penetrating Chet from behind, my finger penetrated his
sphincter and entered him. Deep moaned and gyrated as I started to
finger-fuck him from behind.

This was now a hot six-way scene. Ton's was getting sucked off by Chet,
whose own ass was being pounded by Deep's long cock. Nong was stroking
himself alongside Chet and giving the boys lots of encouragement at the
same time. Kong too was wanking himself whilst kissing and touching Ton. I
was staring at Deep from behind with two fingers now deeply buried in his
backside.

I wondered who would be the first to blow. The answer was not long in
coming. Given all the stimulation he was receiving, it was Chet who started
to buck and sway on his hands and knees. With barely a pause in his
engagement with Ton, he gave a deep-throated groan and started unloading
copious quantities of thick gooey cum onto the ground beneath him. He must
have tightened his mouth around Ton's cock because very soon afterwards,
the boy announced his imminent ejaculation and started to fire his seed
down Chet's throat. As Chet released Ton and put his head down towards the
ground, his ass was even more exposed to Deep who thrust more strongly into
him. It took perhaps another dozen strokes before I could feel his anal
muscles contract around my fingers as his cum was propelled from his tight
balls, along the length of his gra-juu and deep into Chet's belly. Deep
gave a series of loud shouts as several bursts were propelled from him.

For a few moments afterwards there was just the sound of three boys
breathing deeply as their heart-rates very slowly returned to normal. The
frenzied activity inside the little hut gradually subsided. Ton was looking
at Deep along the length of Chet's back. Slowly, Chet released Ton's cock
from his mouth, and Deep's long cock was gently squeezed out of his ass,
followed by a smear of white juices. Nothing was said. Then, almost in slow
motion, Ton turned to Kong and gently pushed him onto his back on the
ground. His smooth pubic area and thick, cut cock pointing to the sky. Ton
leant over and took him in his mouth. Chet rolled over, looked at Nong, and
crawled forward until he too could take the older twin into his mouth. Only
Deep remained where he was on his knees. His head swivelled over his
shoulder until he could see me. Quietly, pleadingly, he spoke: "Please,
Pan, just put your cock where your fingers were. I really want to feel you
inside me. Fuck me and give me your seed."

In that moment, there was nothing more that I could have wanted. I pushed
him forward and forced his legs apart. My own cock was rock hard. There was
already plenty of sweat and body juices on our bodies. I put my cockhead to
his entrance, teasing him for a few moments, and then pushed in. The tight
hole in his slender butt was just as I had imagined it. His muscle let me
in and I could feel him tense with the momentary pain and discomfort. I
waited whilst he breathed and adjusted to my penetration. Then I slowly
slid into his body. He was incredibly hot and excited. I could feel the
sensations between us with every sensitive nerve ending. I started to slide
in and out of him. Deep was pushing back onto me, squirming slightly from
side to side as he sought to find every pleasure spot. It felt as though I
was drilling into this boy from my very root. I knew I couldn't last long
at this pitch of excitement. I briefly glanced at the twins, each being
serviced by a different boy. They too seemed to be in ecstasy. I focused
back on my own body and what it was doing to Deep. He was moaning deeply
and stroking himself off again beneath me. His ass had opened more freely
and I could slide in and out with ease. I varied the tempo and the angle of
entry. Then Deep's head lifted up quickly and he almost howled. I sensed
his second ejaculation as his long gra-juu shot more jism out onto the
ground. His ass spasmed and contracted around my cock. It was enough to
take me to the point of no-return. I started firing into him, three, four,
five shots of cum. My eyes closed to make the moment last as long as
possible.

The other boys came shortly afterwards amidst much groaning. The lanterns
illuminated a sea of naked brown bodies, all covered in sweat and cum.
Slowly we all subsided.

It was Chet – the orchestrator of this scene and who had proposed the
ritual for his own healing – who brought us back from our reverie. "Wow!
Thank you Pan, thank you Ton, thank you Deep, thank you Nong and Kong. That
was amazing. So different to the horrible events of being discovered and
assaulted in my home village. I will remember this version for as long as I
live." He stopped and looked at each of us in turn, a radiant smile on his
face. "Now, to end, I think we should pull this little hut apart, carry the
pieces to the fire-pit, and burn it all as a final banishment of my bad
memories." And that's exactly what we did.


....... to be continued soon in Chapter 13 of 'THAI PAN' ..............

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