Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2016 18:17:57 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - chapter 14

THAI PAN : A JUNGLE TALE

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....................... The ending of Chapter 13 ......................

Back around the ritual platform it was almost as though Deep, San and Bee
were playing a game with each other. Whilst Deep was probably at least five
years younger than the youths, he had finally found a match for his own
prowess. All three exhibited man-sized gra-juus and all three were using
them for maximum self-pleasure. Deep was no longer a `freak'; he was
probably the envy of almost all the other lost boys in the village. The
three of them were edging their orgasms, not just to prolong the sensation
for themselves, but also to raise the tension with the expectant Chet lying
beneath them. Eventually it was Bee who was the first to reach his climax.
He spewed several man-size jets of cum across Chet, ensuring that he was
liberally covered. This set Deep off. I knew that he tended to ejaculate
copiously and tonight was no exception. His first shot missed Chet
entirely, flying over his body and landing on San. Adjusting the angle of
fire, his subsequent bursts left a very large pool of cum lying on Chet's
belly from where it proceeded to spill out and flow down his flanks.
Finally, San brought himself to an explosive climax streaking Chet's chest
and torso with yet more ropes of sticky fluid.

As the action around the platform began to ease down, the watching boys too
began to let up. It was San who was the first to speak and bring the ritual
to an end. "Thank you everyone for witnessing this important Ritual of
Surrendering to the Seed, and supporting it each in your own way. I'm sure
that Chet feels he has received your gifts and that these will help him to
grow in wisdom and elderhood as a man. Our ritual is now at an end." At
this point, several of the watching boys broke into spontaneous applause.
Bee raised his hand to speak. "And now for our celebratory meal. The boys
who have prepared the food with quickly return to the village to fetch it
from the kitchens. We will add more timber to the fire to form a
centrepiece for our celebration. I'm sure that many of us will feel the
need to clean and refresh ourselves. The river is just over there and
everyone is welcome to bathe, swim, relax and feast throughout the evening.
We will stay here in the clearing. I only ask that you respect this space
for all that it means – and that you continue to respect each other, no
matter what you do together, and retire to your beds when you feel ready.
So now – Play, Enjoy, and Have Fun!"


CHAPTER 14

I felt it was time to release Moon from his `restriction'. I felt he had
learned his lesson about the need to cooperate with all the other boys in
our village community, and not selfishly focus on his own needs, bullying
other boys into doing what he wanted. I asked him to come and see me.

"Hello Moon. You've been without the use of your hands for two or three
days now, and you've had to rely on other boys being willing to help you in
all sorts of ways. How has that been for you? Do you think you're ready now
for me to untie you hands and rejoin normal life here in the village?"

"It's been really hard. At first I thought it was so unfair. Then I talked
some more with Jaz and Billy and they told me what it had been like for
them when I'd made them do things for me. They made me see things I'd not
realised before. So perhaps you punishment of me was fair. The hardest
thing was not being able to do anything for myself. I didn't want to ask
anyone else for help. But then I started to get hungry – and dirty – so I
needed to ask them. I discovered that it was all about how I asked. If I
demanded things, they just ignored me and walked away. But if I asked
politely, and with respect, most of the boys were quite willing to help me."

"Anything else you've discovered?" I asked again.

"Hmmm, yes, I guess so.  I couldn't touch myself. So I couldn't have
pleasure with my gra-juu at all. That was really hard. I like to cum a
couple of times every day. I get hard and without my hands I can't do
anything about it. And then I see other boys playing around – like in our
bedroom and our hut, or out in the fields – and I can't join in ... unless
someone helps me.  It was so hard hearing or watching other boys enjoying
themselves. I just had to take myself away from them.  Like the night I
came into your hut to sleep, Pan. And even then, you and Kong woke up and
started doing stuff."  He stopped and looked at me. I felt there was
something else he was wanting to say, so I remained quiet to give him the
space. "And ... I don't know if I can say this ... but I did discover something
I wasn't expecting, and I've really had to think about it since.  Do you
remember when Kong helped me to cum that morning on your bed?  Well he
asked me to sit across his belly. And that meant his cock was against my
ass. Even though he'd cum, his cock was still quite big. And it was
pressing into me. Suddenly I realised that I really liked that.  With other
boys I've always wanted to put my gra-juu in them – in their ass or their
mouth; I wanted to dominate them. Then here was Kong pressing up against my
crack – and it felt so good. I wasn't expecting that. That's not what I
normally do. I wanted him to do more. It made me think; it reminded me of
stuff."

"Do you want to say more? What memories did it bring back for you Moon?"

The boy looked away as if he was ashamed. He spoke without looking at me.
"It was a long time ago. Back in our village. Some of my dad's friends use
to come to our hut. I didn't understand. They wanted to do stuff to me ...
they got excited and undressed me ... then one of them made me sit on his lap
... the other men were playing with themselves ... I couldn't stop what was
happening ... they would try and come into me ... it hurt so much ... I wanted to
scream, but they kept me quiet with a hand over my mouth ... my dad didn't
stop them ... it was like I was their toy.  The other day I had these images
in my head again. I went for a long walk in the forest to try and sort my
head out. It made me realise. All that stuff that happened to me when I was
younger. It was all part of what I was running away from when I left the
village. I didn't want other people to control me like that. I wanted to be
in charge instead. I wanted to get away from people who made me do things.
When you tied my hands, it felt a bit like the old days when I wasn't in
control. I began to see that I'd tried really hard to be in charge of
everything in my life since I ran away. But that affected other people do.
I became bossy. So maybe the things that Jaz and Billy were saying were
right: I had made them do things that I wanted. And part of it was that I
was always going to be in charge of sex; no-one was ever going to fuck with
me again. I wanted to be like the men in my village: I was going to control
things – I was going to do what I wanted."

"And so what changed, Moon?" I asked him gently.

"I'm not sure. It began that morning with Kong. When his cock was rubbing
against my ass and he was wanking me to cum. I felt the pleasure in my
gra-juu and my ass. Maybe I realised that I didn't have to protect my bum
in the same way – that maybe it might give me some pleasure too, just like
with what Kong was doing to me. Suddenly, I wanted to know that it might
feel like when someone was doing that with me in a pleasurable way – not
just for their own fun but also with some care and respect for me. So I
started trying to experiment with my bum. But it's really hard when you
can't use your hands!"

"So what did you do?"

"I think you saw me, Pan – the other night – in the ritual clearing, when
Chet was surrendering to the seed. I was so hot and horny that night. I was
standing with Billy. And he was pretty horny too. Before, I've always used
Billy as a fuck-hole. I just wanted to enter him and make myself cum in
him. Now, I suddenly felt that my ass was on fire – that my ass was wanting
pleasure to make me cum. So I looked at Billy and tried to make him
understand what I wanted. I bent over in front of him. He got the message –
and he lined himself up behind me. At first it really hurt – and I was
going to stop him – but I remembered what it had been like with Kong. So I
waited for the pain to die down. Then Billy kept going. He came into my
ass. And suddenly it felt amazing. Like he was wanting to give me pleasure
too.  He started to fuck me, very gently and slowly; and he held onto me.
He checked with me how I was feeling. And it was amazing. My gra-juu got
even bigger. I tried to press into him to make him go deeper. I've never
felt anything like that before.  I just wanted him to keep going."

"And what happened afterwards?"

"I was so grateful to him. When the ritual was over, we went off to the
river together. He let me wash him. I tried telling him something of this
story. We talked for a long time – about everything that had happened to
both of us. It felt like this time we were becoming real friends – not just
a one-way friendship because I made him do things for me. And since then,
he's fucked me again. And then last night, we were joined by Jaz and I
asked him to fuck me as well. At first he didn't believe me, but Billy
convinced him that I really liked it now. " He stopped and looked up at me.
"So you see, Pan – I think something really has happened to me because of
what you did to challenge me."

"Yes, it sounds like it. Just remember, I'm not here to punish you. My role
is to help you mature and grow into a responsible young man – someone with
wisdom who can be an elder in their own community. It sounds like you have
made some big steps in that direction." I asked him to turn around whilst I
undid the bindings on his wrists. They'd never been tight, but he rubbed
his wrists and rotated his shoulders to encourage the circulation through
his freed arms and hands.  "I truly hope this has been a great lesson for
you. Now you are still a full member of the Village of Lost Boys. You must
continue to play your part in our communal life. You are no less important
than anyone else – and no more important either. Just go and join with
everyone else."

As he left the hut he turned back to me: "Thank you, Pan. I won't ever
forget this."

oOo

Some time later, I noticed that our watchful elders, Zee and PeeJay were in
the village talking socially with several of the boys. Throughout out time
in the forest, this small group of young men had maintained some kind of
watching brief over us – preventing unwanted visitors, shepherding new boys
into the village, offering occasional advice to me, and heralding the
announcement of new rituals. When they caught sight of me, I discovered it
was the latter event that had brought them on today's visit.

"Hello Pan," began PeeJay, "I'm glad we've found you. Would you be free for
a few minutes to have a chat with us? Maybe we could go somewhere a little
quieter?"

For some reason there seemed to be a lot of boys hanging around in the
village. I led the two youths out along the path towards the entrance to
the village and the little hut that served as a drop-point there. As I
expected, there was no-one there. "I'm wondering what this is about?" I
began, slightly worried in case something was amiss.

It was Zee who responded. "There's nothing to worry about, Pan. We just
wanted to talk with you about something that's likely to happen in the next
day or two. You know that we keep an eye on things here in the village, and
sometimes we are asked to report to other elders. I'm really pleased to say
that everyone has been full of praise for your leadership of the boys.
You're doing an amazing job. You combine tact and diplomacy with care and
compassion, firmness and clarity, humility and lack of ego-status. You are
maturing into an excellent leader and elder."

"And that's why we're here," continued PeeJay. "It's been decided that
you're ready for the Third Ritual – if you're willing to undertake it.
No-one else in recent history has even been invited to undertake the Third
Ritual in such a relatively short space of time here at the village for
lost boys. But everyone is agreed that you're maturing has been
exceptional. We are all agreed that you are ready. It's a really big step,
this Third Ritual, and we wouldn't be suggesting it if we weren't sure. So
it's really down to you."

I sat down for a moment on one of the chairs – remembering that just a few
weeks ago this is where Deep had accompanied me to talk about his fears –
and where afterwards I'd been very intimate with him.

"What does this Third Ritual involve?" I asked. "And how can you be sure
I'm ready?"

Zee responded: "As you will realise from the previous rituals, we can't go
into the details of what actually happens. I can tell you though that this
ritual is known as the Third Ritual of Transferring and Transforming the
Seed. You are already very familiar with the significance of the Seed – the
source of wisdom, tradition and ancient knowledge that lies deep within the
male elders. This Ritual builds on the previous two that you have already
accomplished. The Third Ritual asks more of you. It exposes you more. It
requires you to be even more vulnerable. And yet it also gives you immense
inner power and confidence.  Both PeeJay and I have completed the Third
Ritual and I can honestly say that for both of us it was a major point in
our lives; it made us the young men we are today."

"And how can you be sure this is the right time for me to undertake the
Ritual?"

"If we're honest," began PeeJay, "We can't be completely certain. No-one
can – ever. We can only judge by what we have seen of you over the past
months. We feel you are ready. But you need to look deep within yourself to
know whether this is right for you. It will change your life. It will
change your role. And it will change your purpose for the next stage of
your life."

"You mean that I will stop being the leader in the village?"

"We don't know. That's not for us to decide. If you stay, it will change
how you are as the leader here in the village. And if you move on, you will
become an elder as well as a leader – someone whom everyone respects and
honours. This will be a moment of transition for you. It will take you to
the threshold of whatever is to come next."

"When would this ritual happen? Who else would be there?"

"If you agree to participate, Pan, it will be tomorrow night," responded
Zee. All the lost boys will be invited to witness the Ritual. But only you
will participate in the Ritual. There will also be several elders present.
As well as PeeJay and me, there will also be Thanak whom you have met, and
some of the other young men from the forest whom you have not yet met. This
is a major event for everyone – those living in the village today, and
those who have lived in this village in the past. It's like a meeting of
the village generations."

"And I can tell you also," added PeeJay, "That we are expecting an
important guest to arrive for this event. Someone we think you will have
happy to see. I can't tell you any more than that." The two young men were
silent for a time, watching me and my response.  Eventually Zee spoke: "You
should take your time to decide whether you're ready. Listen to your own
inner instinct; it will tell you – and then you will know.  We will leave
you here to contemplate alone. We will make our way back to the village.
When you know your answer, come and find us, and we will then start making
the preparations." And with that, the two young men opened the door to
leave, as I continued to sit in the chair looking out with distant eyes
through the window.

I must have stayed there for an hour. All the events of the past few weeks
and months played through my mind. I remembered my solitary journey to get
here after the First Ritual of the Seed with Muni. I remembered each of the
boys – from Win and Chet right down to the most recent arrivals. I
remembered the good times we had enjoyed together – physically, playfully,
emotionally and intimately. I also recalled each of the crises and
challenges presented by many of the boys in my care. Eventually I asked
myself: `Am I ready for this Third Ritual? I am prepared to move into
something new? Can I accept what is being offered to me, even when I cannot
know what that will be?'

In the still, warm atmosphere of the little cabin I `felt' the answer. I
`knew' what I must do.

Slowly, I stood up, taking a long look around the tiny space. How many more
times would I stand here? I stepped outside, latching the door behind me. I
looked at the barrier across the path, remembering that dim evening – now a
long-way back – when I had first arrived here, met on the path and guided
by Zee and PeeJay. I walked slowly back along the path to the village. It
was much quieter when I returned than when I left. Most of the boys must
have gone out to their duties, or down to the river. There were just a few
gathered beneath one of the buts in the kitchen area preparing food for the
next meal.

Zee and PeeJay were sitting quietly to one side. I approached them, making
open eye contact with both men. "Yes, I am ready. I don't know what I am
stepping into but I am prepared to Surrender to the Unknown, and Trust in
what lies ahead of me. I will undertake the Third Ritual of Transferring
and Transforming the Seed."

"Good," answered Zee. "The manner of your response confirms our judgement
that you are ready. You stand on one of the most significant thresholds of
your life so far. I doubt that you will regret this moment."

Both men stepped forward to embrace me. A few of the boys looked across
from the kitchen area but they cannot have had any idea what was being
decided. Zee and PeeJay stepped back. "We will leave you now. There is much
to prepare and other people to tell. We will see you again tomorrow
evening. Please inform all the boys that there will be another ritual. Ask
them to prepare the clearing in the usual way. They should build a large
fire. Some may want to decorate the clearing and the surrounding trees. It
may be appropriate to arrange some celebratory food. This will be a grand
occasion for everyone – and a symbolically important one for you, Pan."

oOo

Win came up to me in the afternoon as I was helping a group of boys in the
kitchen area. "Have you heard about Moon down by the river?"

"No. What's happening with him?" I replied.

"I think you should see for yourself. It's seems that since the earlier
reports about his behaviour, and your temporary restrictions on him,
something has flipped. Right now he's making himself very available to
everyone!"

I put down the knife I was working with and hurried off down the path
through the jungle towards the riverbank. As I approached, I could see
half-a-dozen mostly younger boys through the trees on the gravel beach area
and the river bank. As I walked quickly across the clearing, I was relieved
to see that Chet was amongst the group: his reassuring presence meant that
nothing too untoward could be happening.  When I arrived, I tried to
quickly assess the situation. Moon himself was lying bent over a large
fallen tree trunk which appeared to be covered in soft green moss and
lichen. His legs were spread apart as his arms reached over the other side
of the trunk. He was entirely naked, his gra-juu cloth lying discarded on
the ground. Several of the other boys were nude – but whether from swimming
in the river or from some kind of sexual activity, I couldn't yet tell.

As I approached, Moon looked up. "Who else would like to fuck me?" he
shouted, and catching sight of me, added, "How about you, Pan – I reckon I
could take you now."

I walked up to Chet to ask for his version of what had been going on. "Ever
since you released his hands from being bound, Moon has been behaving
differently. He's much friendlier with the other boys, sometimes doing
things for them and helping them. It seems like he wants to make genuine
friendships. And he's also been playing with various boys in the hut – it
began with Jaz and Billy, but seems to have involved several others as
well. But it's different – instead of forcing himself on them as before,
he's making himself available to them. I thought he was always the active
one, but it seems he's started to let other people use him. This morning,
for example, he was swimming in the river and then when he got out, he
asked Jaz whether he wanted to fuck him. He just lay over the tree trunk
like you see him now. I was the only other person here at that time, and
Jaz was keen to have some fun. But not long afterwards, Ton and Billy
arrived. Moon just asked them if they wanted to come into him as well."

I stepped across to Moon. He was quite a sight. The boy's slender physical
body was beginning to fill out as he matured and grew. The muscles in his
shoulder, back, thighs and calves were quite prominent as he lay across the
fallen tree. His balls hung between his legs. I couldn't help but be drawn
to his prominent, firm, rounded buttocks. Under other more private and
intimate circumstances this would be an irresistible temptation. Having
been `serviced' by three other boys, his ass-cheeks were spread wide, his
crack on full view, and his anal muscles dilated. His fuck-hole was already
well lubricated. There were streaks of cum running down his inner thighs. I
could see why the boys around me were feeling excited and horny. My own
cock was stirring gently to life inside my gra-cloth.

"How about it then Pan?" repeated Moon looking back over his shoulder.

"I don't think so, Moon," I replied gently. I rested one hand on his
exposed buttock. "I think maybe you should give your ass a little rest.
You're going to feel very sore soon. And if you do too much of this, you
can damage yourself – especially if the boy is large. I understand your
desire to experience new pleasures after all that's happened to you back in
your village and here in this village. But give yourself some more time.
Here, let me help you stand up," and I reached forward to pull him upright.
As soon as he was standing, I turned him around to face me and took him
into a tight embrace. Chet came up behind him and held him from the other
side. Moon began to sob very quietly. I stroked his head. The other boys
drifted away to give us some more privacy.

"I think you're angry and confused and maybe hating yourself a little," I
said to him. "And that's all fine. You're working through all the bad
experiences that have happened to you. And we need to help you take good
care of yourself as well. None of us want any more bad things to happen to
you. It's absolutely OK to enjoy physical sex with other boys here – but
this all needs to be within the rules of our community. You're learning to
respect other boys. Now you also need to learn to respect yourself. When
you find another boy and the two of you both want to do things together,
you can let that happen. Be intimate together – and also be loving and
caring and respectful."

"I know," mumbled Moon from between us, "But I was just so angry about what
those men did to me before. And then I realised that a large part of me
also wanted someone to fuck me. It's all just so confusing."

"Yes, it is. And it won't all become clear in an instant. It will take time
for you to come to terms with your history and with who you truly are. Now
you have all the time you need. This village is a good, safe place for you
to review everything and come to terms with your life. That's why your path
has brought you here. Just as with so many other boys, this is a place for
all your hurts and wounds to be healed. Just take your time and let this
place – these rituals and these boys – work on you."

Moon sniffled and gulped as he regained more control of himself. He lifted
his head up again. "Thank you for what you're saying. You're right. I
shouldn't rush at things like this. And it really does feel like a very
safe and special place here."

"Good. Now why don't you go and get cleaned up. Chet can take you up to the
showers. If you want his help, you can ask him. There's nothing to be
ashamed of. You're a beautiful young man, and you're changing so much since
you arrived here. Just let this place work on you." And with that, the
older and younger boy walked slowly back up the path. I was left alone on
the river bank to enjoy the beautiful and peaceful setting.

oOo

After agreeing to the Third Ritual I found myself filled with apprehension.
It felt like something fundamental was changing. I could sense that this
ritual was different and more significant than the previous ones. But there
was something else in the atmosphere too. My role as leader, and the
running of the village were all happening smoothly. I could see changes in
each of the boys and youths. Perhaps it was almost too good to last! It was
as though I was expecting change. And yet I had no idea what that change
might look like. A year or two ago - back in my home village - Muni had
talked to me and some of my friends about 'liminality'. I didn't really
understand what he was getting at then. Now I began to get a glimpse of
insight. A liminal space is one on the edge - like the threshold into a new
room. What's behind you is familiar and known. What's in front of you is
new and unknown; full of possibility and potentially full of risk too. I
began to perceive that the Village of the Lost Boys was a kind of liminal
place: somewhere that we had all become familiar with, detached from our
previous lives, and yet unclear about where it would take us. I felt even
more clearly that my own life was at a liminal moment. I knew what lay
behind me; I had a fair understanding of my role as leader within this
village of boys; yet there was something that lay ahead of me about which I
had no knowledge. I was filled with a wildly varying mixture of emotions -
excitement, apprehension, fear, inquisitiveness, doubt. Still, there was
nothing I could do about any of that right now. I needed to stay focused on
what was happening to me and around me right now. Hopefully, tomorrow would
look after itself.

And 'right now' was certainly a strange situation! I was sitting on the
wooden verandah outside our hut in the village, the place where I had been
living for several months now. And I was completely alone. There was no
sound of voices, nor cooking, nor activity. The whole village was deserted.
It was evening and the light was fading fast. I was aware of the gentle
rustle of leaves in the trees to one side, and of a few bird calls as the
animals of the jungle settled down for the night. All the boys had gone
down to the clearing. They'd been told of tonight's ritual and somehow word
had spread that it was going to be different and significant. I knew that
the Third Ritual centred around me - and I was the only person not present.
I'd been told to wait in the village until I was fetched at the right time.

I waited. Thoughts flowed through my mind randomly; mostly memories of all
that had happened in and around the village in recent months.

I heard a sound and turned my head to see. Someone was treading lightly on
the path. In a few moments a figure stepped out of the forest and
approached my hut. It was Zee, one of the two young men who had first led
me to this village.

"Pan, we're ready for you now. Everything is prepared for this Ritual.
Please come with me." I descended the steps from the hut to join him. As we
met, he gave me a big hug. "I can sense that you're apprehensive about
what's going to happen. Please try not to worry too much. You know that
PeeJay and I - and all the other elders - have undergone this Ritual - and
we have all survived! It has made us stronger, maturer and wiser. It has
made us who we are today. This will happen to you too, starting tonight.
I'm going to lead you down to the ritual clearing. But first, I'm going to
blindfold you. You will undertake the ritual without seeing who is doing
what." He was holding a long strip of dark cloth which he proceeded to wrap
around my head. It had been naturally dark before; now I was completely
blind. Zee must have sensed the escalating fear in my body. "Pan - remember
- I'm you're friend. I have never let anything bad happen to you before.
I'm not going to start now. You are safe with me. I ask you, please, to
trust me - and to maintain that trust through everything that happens
tonight."

I swallowed hard. I reached out my hands to feel for him. I touched his
chest and stepped in to hold him again. He held me tightly, his arms
wrapped around me. "OK, I'm ready. Let's go," I said finally.

Zee led me through the village and onto the path, down through the trees
towards the clearing and the riverbank. Even though I'd walked this way
literally hundreds of times before, this still felt strange and unnerving.
In my enforced and helpless darkness, the walk seemed to take for ever.
There was no sound coming from where I thought the clearing should be.
However, the path flattened out and I realised we were in the clearing.
After several more steps, I felt the heat coming from the fire-pit against
my skin.

I was taken across the clearing. I assumed that I was being positioned
close to the platform area. Zee stopped me and turned me around. I could
feel the heat on my chest. Several hands touched my skin. They stroked me
and held me, finger tips travelling over my arms, chest, back and legs.
Then some of the hands moved towards my groin. I could feel my gra-juu
cloth being undone and removed. I was standing blindfold, naked and
vulnerable in the clearing. On the image-screen of my mind, I could
visualise everyone else staring at me.

"Welcome Pan. Welcome to this your Third Ritual. The Ritual of Transferring
and Transforming the Seed." This clear, slow voice shocked me. I couldn't
place it. It was half-familiar, yet not one that I was expecting in any
way. It didn't belong to Zee or PeeJay. It certainly didn't belong to any
of the boys. Another image formed in my mind. A familiar hut, back home,
months before, when this same voice had asked me to undress and reveal
myself. A time when I had been scared, surprised, intrigued and comforted.
This was Muni's voice. My body jerked in recognition. Muni! Our village
elder. The man who had set me out on this path with the very first Ritual
of the Seed, which we had unexpectedly – shockingly - shared in his hut.
The man who had led me into the jungle - and then told me to find my own
way, without directions, trusting only to instinct. Muni, who had told me
several times that he had been watching out for me throughout my whole life
so far. It was Muni who was playing the lead role in this Third Ritual for
me.

"Pan, you are surrounded by your friends. Although you can't see them, all
your friends, the lost boys, are gathered here with you tonight. And a
large gathering of elders are also here to witness your Ritual. Not just
Zee, PeeJay and Thanak, but many other young men who have been surrounding
your village and protecting you all the time you've lived here. All these
men have undertaken this Third Ritual. Everyone is here to acknowledge you,
support you, love you, and affirm you in your growing wisdom and elderhood."

There was a lengthy pause. I wondered what was happening. There was some
movement as people changed position around me. I felt very exposed. There
was no need to worry about any uncontrolled arousal of my gra-juu: with
this level of anxiety, my genitals must have looked very small and soft.

The hands returned. And something else. The hands were sliding across my
body. There was an aroma in the air, something subtle and soothing. It took
me a few moments to realise that some kind of oil was being smoothed onto
my skin. At least half-a-dozen hands were spreading an oil across every
part of my body. Hands were working up and down my legs and arms. More
hands were covering my back. When my legs were covered, those hands moved
up to my chest and abdomen. Then I experienced the pleasure of oiled hands
covering my hips and buttocks. Palms were worked into my crack. Fingers
worked through between my thighs, into my root and over my balls. At the
same time, two more hands were working down my front, into my hair, and on
over my cock. Whoever was doing this wanted to get me well-and-truly
covered. My cock was lifted up and rubbed; fingers held my balls; every
erogenous zone was covered.

Next I felt these same hands guiding me and holding me. I was helped to sit
on the edge of what I assumed was the platform in the middle of the
clearing. It had been covered in some soft material and padding. Then my
legs were lifted up and I lay back prone on the surface, a small pillow
beneath my head. Still several hands were touching my skin in a gentle way
that felt designed to reassure me.

Everyone seemed to be waiting.

Then Muni's voice rang out again. I sensed that he had moved to stand close
to the platform. He was speaking over the top of me in a voice that was
loud enough for everyone to hear throughout the clearing.

"This is the Ritual of Transferring and Transforming the Seed. It is the
final ritual in the process of being recognised as a man, a leader, and an
elder. Throughout your time in the Village of the Lost Boys, the
experienced elders have been watching over you. They have not sought to
interfere, nor be seen. Rather, they have been watched as the inate
qualities of leadership and maturity - qualities that were detected many
years ago in childhood - have blossomed and grown in Pan. This has been
Pan's preparation ground for manhood and elderhood. And Pan has risen to
this challenge with immense courage, deep skill and inherent knowledge. The
time is now right to recognise his transition. Tonight we honour him as a
truly wise youth, man and elder. Tonight he begins the next phase of his
life; he will be able to go out into the land and bring his wisdom and
knowledge to bear in the service of others. He will be widely respected by
all those he meets."

With these words, I began to wonder just what really lay ahead of me. Muni
had talked of 'transition'. Just what did this mean? I didn't have long to
contemplate it before Muni continued.

"You are all Seed-producing boys and youths. You know about the Seed. You
have experienced its life-giving properties. You have shared it with each
other. Some of you have Surrendered to the Seed. The Seed is our Source. It
is our pleasure, our ancestry, our code, our essence, our very being. The
Seed is what conveys the inner wisdom from one generation to the next, from
one person to another." He paused again. I imagined Muni looking around the
assembled gathering. "All the elders present tonight are rich in Seed.
Tonight we will share our Seed with Pan. Many of you have already shared
seed with each other. In this Third Ritual we will, quite literally,
Transfer our Seed to Pan. He will grow from his own Seed and from ours. He
will become stronger and wiser. And through all this, Pan will Transform
what he gives and what he receives. This is the Third and Final Ritual of
Tranferring and Transforming the Seed.  All you boys from the lost village
- your role tonight is to witness Pan in this Ritual. I have no doubt that
you will uphold him, support him and love him. You too may engage in your
own shared rituals of the Seed. This is a night for participation and
celebration." He stopped again. Maybe some signal was given. Finally, he
said: "Let the Ritual begin!"

It's hard to describe all that took place that night. Being blindfolded, I
was the only person  not to witness it. Instead, I got to experience it.
And what an amazing experience it was.

Several hands began touching and stroking my nude body. Every part of me
was caressed, held, and massaged. Before long, my body was wriggling and
moving on the platform.  Then something moist was touching my chest. My
nipples were being licked and sucked. Two different mouths were working on
my nipple tips. It was exquisite. I could feel them harden quickly. A hand
was covering my gra-juu, fondling and stroking me. The response was
automatic! There was no way I could resist the inevitable lengthening and
thickening of my member. After bringing me to a very hard erection, the
stimulating hand was replaced by another moist mouth. Three different men
were now working on my body. My sensory system was going into overload. I
wondered how much more of this I could take. This might be a very short
Ritual. Then, just when I thought nothing more could be added, I felt a
hand push in between my thighs. In a reflex action, I moved to spread my
legs. Two hands were now working on my inner thighs. Another hand moved to
grab and pull my balls. This hands wandered freely across testicles until
the fingers could stroke my perineum, that most sensitive of sweet spots.
Another finger seemed to be working in beneath me, pushing into my crack
and seeking out that most hidden entrance. I had no idea who was doing
what, nor of how many men were involved. Each person seemed to know what he
was doing. If a mouth lifted off a nipple it was replaced within seconds.
Maybe it was the same man; or maybe they were rotating and taking it in
turns. Hands moved from my thighs to my balls and ass-hole, to my cock, my
belly, my chest and my armpits.

Someone was kissing me. It wasn't forceful and my mouth opened in response.
A tongue found its way in and I enjoyed a wonderful tongue-dance with
whoever was above me. When the kiss was broken, I was momentarily
confounded. But the lips and tongue were quickly replaced. This time
something larger and more solid was being offered to my mouth. The wet tip
of a bulbous cock-head. The intention was clear. My mouth opened
automatically and the shaft of hard flesh entered my mouth. Its owner was
not insistent: he didn't force me or push into my throat; I didn't gag with
discomfort. Instead, he set up a gentle in-and-out motion as my lips and
tongue ran around and along his adult gra-juu.

It was all too much. Never in all my intimate pleasures with other boys had
I experienced so much attention. The lips and hands and mouths and massages
did not relent. Almost before I realised what was happening, my cock
ejected a huge load of cum. I fired it directly into the mouth of whoever
was sucking on me. He didn't stop for one moment. He must have swallowed my
load. Everyone continued working on my body just as they had before. A few
moments later, a heard a loud cry and became aware of several heavy drops
landing on my belly. One of the elders must have cum and directed his jism
onto my body. Without pause, a hand swept over the cum and massaged it into
my skin along with all the oil.

In my imagination, I could see the elder who was fucking my mouth stradling
my face as he stood or knelt above me. I could feel the heat of his thighs
alongside my head. His cock semeed to be swelling as his orgasm approached.
At the moment of ejaculation, he pulled out slightly, so that some of his
cum went into my mouth and some spread across my chin. I began to swallow
his salty load.

As this man lifted himself off me, I became aware of noises from the
direction of the fire-pit. The other lost boys were caught up in the heat
of this scene. There were cries and moans and I could only assume the boys
were taking care of each other.

I felt several hands take hold of my thighs and then my legs were lifted
into the air from the platform on which I was lying. Whilst these hands
continued to hold my legs up, other hands were running up my inner thighs
to my root. Next, these fingers were removed briefly and replaced with
something wet. It could only be a tongue. My root was being licked and
tickled with the end of an elder's tongue. Gradually the leg-holders pulled
my legs further back, exposing even more of my butt to the unseen face
between my legs. The tongue began to move along my crack until – wow! – it
touched on my ultra-sensitive hole. I was being deliciously rimmed at one
end of my body. And at the same time another cock-head was being introduced
to my mouth at the other end. This time, the gra-juu seemed to be long and
slightly bent as the head probed between my lips. It was impossible to
monitor all the sensations happening to my body. I felt more liquid land on
my chest as another elder shot his load onto me. The elder's cock was
probing deeper into my mouth. The whole of my ass and crack was being
rimmed. I felt a finger or thumb pressing on my hole. Everything was so
well oiled that it seemed to slip into me easily. Now I was being
penetrated at both ends. And still other hands were working to stroke and
massage every part of my body.

There must have been some silent command given because all the hands
simultaneously moved to my sides and my legs were lowered. Hands and arms
were pushed beneath my head, my back and my thighs. Then my whole body was
lifted up into the air. I couldn't tell how far I was raised but my weight
was being taken by a lattice of arms and hands joined beneath me. My head
was allowed to fall back slightly and almost immediately the same gra-juu,
or a different one, was being fed into my mouth by someone standing behind
my head. The hands taking the weight of my legs moved to open the gap
between them. Next I could feel the unmistakeable shape of a fully erect,
adult glans pressing against me. The owner of this gra-juu began rubbing it
along my crack all the way from my balls to my lower back. I could feel his
legs against my thighs. Everything felt incredibly slick with so much oil
spread over everywhere. The cock kept returning to my secret hole until it
came to rest there. Then, slowly and determinedly, the gra-juu was pressed
into me. For several moments I resisted. I'd probably only allowed myself
to be penetrated on half-a-dozen previous occasions, and always by boys
whom I trusted completely. Now I had no idea who this man was. But I knew
he was an elder, an adult, and thus probably larger and stronger than
anyone who had entered me before. My muscles tried to keep me closed. Hands
were applied to stroke my body. A mouth returned to each nipple. Someone
else took hold of my cock again. With so much erotic energy flowing through
me, my physical resistance faded away.  The elder's gra-juu slipped past my
sphincter ring. He paused a moment to help me relax and accommodate his
size. Then, slowly, he pressed on in. I felt his whole body move in closer
between my  suspended legs. I sensed his pubic hairs against my balls. I
was impaled on this man's cock. As he started to set up a thrusting motion,
the cock at my face was replaced by another. Again, a wad of cum seemed to
land on my abdomen from someone. I had no idea how many men were
surrounding me. The whole of my ass and genitals felt alive with raw hot
energy. The column in my ass was sliding in and out; there was no pain –
just an indescribable heat. Each thrust seemed to ratchet up my level of
consciousness.

There was a shout as someone else, somewhere in the clearing, ejaculated.
My body was on fire. I was aware of the shaft in my butt being withdrawn,
leaving a sudden void. I couldn't tell whether he'd cum or not. But within
moments the first man was replaced by another. This time, he set up a slow,
steady and very deep fuck. This elder knew what he was doing. Over two or
three minutes, I could sense his building pressure. I tried to squeeze my
ass muscles to give him more sensation. It's impossible to describe what I
was feeling. In one way, I was being taken apart; in another, I was being
transported into ecstasy. I could no longer tell whether my own cock was
hard or soft. But then I began to feel the tell-tale signs of an imminent
cuming. It began in my ass and my root, a sensation of heat and pressure, a
steady uncontrolled build-up of pleasure. Then the feelings began to spread
up through my body. I could feel sensations in my back, my shoulders, my
neck and head. A tingling feeling was coursing through my veins, down my
legs and arms to the extremities of my body, still suspended by the
upholding arms. This was an orgasm unlike any I'd experienced before. It
wasn't just my gra-juu that fired off my seed into the air. My whole body
seemed to be floating in some dark, starlit sky. I lost awareness of the
hands and arms that were holding me. I was weightless, floating, in a great
mysterious universe ... a whole, ecstatic, infinite orgasm throughout my
entire body.

What brought me back to reality was a loud shout accompanied by a deep
thrust as the elder between my legs ejaculated his cum deep within me. I
could feel myself filled with his seed. He continued to thrust, more gently
now, as the final pumps were fired. It felt as though he and I were joined
in this moment of shared orgasmic delight.

Slowly, slowly, the holding hands and arms were stilled. The cock that
filled my mouth was withdrawn. The gra-juu that occupied my ass was eased
out. The hands brought my legs back together again. I was slowly, gently,
tenderly lowered until my back made contact with the platform again and I
was lying flat.

Someone covered me with a sheet. I sensed the surrounding elders gradually
stepping back away from me. When I listened, I became aware that all the
noise across the clearing was subsiding.

There was some motion by the side of the platform. Then very gently,
several hands began to lift me into a sitting position. They encouraged me
to try standing. My legs felt incredibly weak and wobbly. They took their
time. Through touch and gesture, I was encouraged to lower myself towards
the ground. More arms helped me.  As I began to sit on the ground, two arms
reached around me from behind. They help me move backwards. I realised I
was sitting between another pair of legs. The owner of these legs was
holding me. He was encouraging me to lie back. I found myself resting
against his chest, his arms embracing me and joined across my chest. I was
held and enfolded by this man.

There was silence for a minute or two. I could hear only the crackle of
flames from the fire-pit. Then, a hand worked to undo the knot that held
the blindfold in place behind my head. The strip of cloth fell away and I
could look out at a semi-circle of boys facing me around the fire, all
undressed and showing various stages of abandoned pleasure. Still no-one
spoke.

At last, one strong voice rang out across the clearing. "The Third and
Final Ritual of Transferring and Transforming the Seed is complete." It was
Muni's voice coming from directly behind my head. It was he who was holding
me. "We honour Pan, a wise and courageous leader. He has grown into a man
filled with wisdom and insight. We acknowledge him as a wise elder!"

There was a great shout from the boys in the clearing, accompanied by
cheers and stamping of feet, and lots of hugs and embraces. Several boys
ran forward to greet the young adult elders who had been involved in the
ritual. There was a sense of joyous excitement and exhilaration. I watched
as suddenly Deep ran forward from beside the fire. As he approached me, he
dropped to the ground. He crawled forward between my legs. In a quiet voice
that probably only I and Muni could hear, he said, "I'm so proud of you,
Pan!"

Before the festivities got too raucous, Muni spoke, "Tonight we will
celebrate. I don't doubt that Pan will need plenty of care and rest
tonight, and that some of you will provide this for him. In the days to
come, I will visit him in the village. I will talk with him and with many
other boys. The significance of tonight will become clear to everyone. For
now, though, I invite you all to enjoy this night!"


....... to be continued soon in the final chapter of 'THAI PAN'
..............

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