Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 10:42:36 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - Chapter 5

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 4 ...........................

"Wow," said Win after several minutes, "I didn't expect that!" I encouraged
him to say more. "I was really scared - expecially when you asked me to
take all my clothes off. I've been naked before with other boys - in the
showers or the river - but this was different. There were men there. And
everyone was looking at me. And then you told me to get hard and make
myself cum. I've done that with another boy before, but never in public.
And then - when I got started - it was really exciting! I just watched you.
You were so big and strong and unafraid. It was like you wanted us to see
your cock. And then you shot off so much cum ... or should I say 'seed'.
Then I couldn't stop myself. It was like I was turned on by watching you
and PeeJay. It was just so exciting." He stopped for several moments,
before adding, "And then, at the end, you scooped my cum off my chest.
No-one's ever done anything like that to me before. It felt so good - like
you really cared for me. I wanted to hug you - but then you would have got
covered in my cum and maybe our cocks would have touched and I don't know
how I would have controlled myself."

We talked for a time - about what I'd felt when I first did the Ritual with
Muni, and about what it was like to lead the Ritual this time. I think we
were both coming down from the 'high' of the experience.

As the fire began to die down, I said to him: "Come on, let's go to the
river and get you cleaned up before it gets any cooler." We both jumped up
and ran across to the little beach. Win stopped and I could see his
hesitancy about whether to keep his cloth on in the water, or strip it off.
I quickly undid my cloth and let it fall to the ground. Then I waded into
the pool. Win followed a moment or two later. We swam and played in the
water for a couple of minutes. "Come and let me clean you up," I said. I
was standing waist-deep in the water. Win waded across to join me. I raised
handfuls of water and rubbed his chest where he'd shot his cum. He let me
do this several times. "Thank you," he responded quietly, "For looking
after me and for being my friend."

I pulled him towards me and gave him a hug. It was the embrace he'd talked
about as we'd sat around the fire, but not acted upon. Our bodies came
together in the water. He rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel our
genitals touching as I maintained the hug. It wasn't long before I felt the
swelling of his cock against me. He started to push away. "There's no need
to be embarrassed," I whispered, "I saw your erection this morning and
again this evening." I moved my hands to change the embrace, sliding them
down his back until I was holding both of his rounded buttocks that I'd
admired before. They felt wonderfully soft and plump. I squeezed his cheeks
as I pulled his groin more firmly into mine, knowing that he too would be
able to feel my own swelling. "I'm very happy that you're here with me," I
said into his ear.

It was getting cold in the water, so we stepped back to the bank. It took
several moments to re-fasten our cloths in the dark. We walked back across
the clearing, picking up our clothes and the goblet, and up the track to
the hut. Suddenly, I felt tired after all the activities and energies of
the day. We climbed into bed, our hands touching, and within just a few
minutes both of us were fast asleep.


CHAPTER 5

The sun's morning rays were shining obliquely through the bedroom window
when I woke up. I lay still enjoying the sounds of the wildlife in the
forest all around the huts. I didn't move. Win was lying on his side next
to me, his arm across my chest and his body pressed towards my hips. I
could feel his morning erection. I shifted gently. He turned away from me
in his sleep until he lay on his other side. I didn't know whether he was
awake now or not. I turned slowly towards him until I lay on my side just
behind his back. My left arm stroked his left arm: no response. I moved my
arm until I was touching his chest - still no response. I let my fingers
gently play across his smooth skin, brushing his nipples and down to his
belly-button. He continued to breath easily and rythmically. After another
couple of minutes, I let my hand drift lower. Sure enough, I encountered
the solid length of his slender cock that I had watched him pleasure the
previous evening. I took it gently in my hand and started to stroke him
slowly up and down. I felt his foreskin slide back to uncover his glans. As
I wanked, the fold of skin slid backwards and forwards across his head;
although I couldn't see, he seemed well lubricated. I scooted closer
towards him in the bed until our hips were touching. My own cock was rising
involuntarily, and as it did so, it started to push into the opening
between his thighs. With my hand, I held his cock away from his body and
wanked him more firmly. In our closeness, I could sense the increased
tension in his leg muscles.

"You're going to get my seed all over the bed and your hand very soon," he
whispered quietly.

"I know," I replied, "Do you want me to?"

He moved until he was lying on his back and pushed the blanket away from
his body. I could see the smooth line of his chest, abdomen, pubic area and
thighs. From his centre, a flagpole arose encased in my hand. "Mmm, yes,"
he answered. I released his cock and used the same hand to play with his
hairless balls for a time; he moved his thighs apart to give me more room,
and I pushed a couple of fingers down to touch his root. "Oh, that feels
good, just there." I continued to fondle him before returning to hold and
wank his cock which was now oozing pre-cum down the shaft. I smeared the
juice with my hand. I sensed the tightening of his body as his orgasm
approached. He started to thrust upwards. I looked up to see his face
contort, just as it did last night in the ritual. This he jerked his hips
and buttocks up off the bed and a string of white juice flew from his
cock-head and landed on his chest. A second followed onto his belly; the
rest flowed down and over my hand.

"Thank you. I normally do that to myself in the morning, but your hand
feels amazing." As his body started to relax and I showed no signs of
moving away, he turned to look at me. His hand stretched down to take hold
of me. "Would you like me to do you?"

"Yes - and no," I replied. He looked puzzled. "I mean, yes, I would enjoy
you touching me like this, if you feel OK about that. And no, I don't want
to cum just now. I want to save it. I like to get hard and excited a few
times each day. Each time it feels like it's building more pressure inside
me. Then later, when I can't hold out any longer, I like to shoot a big
load."

"I've tried doing that - but I just can't. I have to let it fly, maybe two
or three times a day."

I smiled and let my hand rest on his cum-covered chest. "Maybe I'll teach
you then."

"Mmm, I'd like that .... and anything else you'd like to show me," and he
gave my gra-juu a long, slow squeeze.

"Come on, let's get up and make some food. I'll start cooking whilst you
rinse off in the shower."

oOo

It wasn't long before we were both sitting at the table beneath the hut,
wearing our cloths around our waists, and enjoying the first meal of the
day. It promised to be another hot day. I anticipated the need for several
swims in the river. I looked out from the shade towards the other huts.

"Have you been in that hut over there?" I asked, "The door's open and I'm
sure I would normally keep it closed."

"No. And I would always make sure the door was closed to keep out little
creatures. But I thought I heard some water splashing earlier, maybe coming
from that direction."

We stood up and I started walking towards the hut. I was half-way there
when a figure emerged from the hut - and then stopped to look at me.

"Sawasdee krup," I began, quickly taking in the figure standing in the
sunshine at the top of the steps. It was a mature boy, maybe my age or a
little older, wearing long shorts, with wet hair and an athletic,
well-developed body. At first I thought he must be a part of Zee and
PeeJay's group.

"Oh ... hello ..." he began, "I didn't realise there was anyone else here."
He stopped, either confused or embarrassed. "I'm sorry ... I should have
asked."

"No problem - please don't worry. You are welcome." I stepped towards him.
"My name is Nattawut, but now people are calling me Pan."

"I'm sorry, sorry. My name is Chet. Just a moment." He went back inside the
hut and emerged a moment later pulling a tee-shirt down over his
well-developed abs and chest. He came down the hut steps and approached me
with a little bow. "I walked in here last night in the dark. I couldn't see
anyone or any lights. I thought maybe the village had been deserted. Then I
found this hut was unlocked, so I went in to sleep. I know I should have
asked you. I'm sorry. But I don't have any money to pay you for the night.
I will be on my way again soon."

"You are welcome, Chet. Please - come and meet my friend Win. We are the
only two people living here at the moment. There is no need for you to be
anxious. We were just having some breakfast. Would you like some?"

"You are very kind. I don't have anything to give you except a little fruit
that I collected in the forest."

"No matter. We have plenty of food here. Come and eat what you would like."
Together we walked back to the shade beneath our hut and I brought up
another bench for Chet. Win fetched another plate and some water. Slowly he
began to relax and helped himself to some food from the dishes on the
table. We kept the conversation quite light. He seemed a little older than
me but quite shy. I kept glancing at his maturing physique. He didn't ask
anything about us at first or what we were doing living in this empty
village. Instead, he told us a bit of his story.

"When I came here last night, it was late and dark. I needed somewhere safe
to lie down and sleep. If I rest out in the forest, I don't really like to
sleep in case animals or bad people find me out in the open. I prefer to
find a cave, or a hut in the fields; one time I even slept in the branches
of a large tree." We asked what he was doing in the jungle and where he was
going. "I've been living in the forest for several months. I don't really
know where I'm going. Now I don't even know where I am. Normally, when I
see a village or other people, I keep away. I prefer to be on my own. It's
safer for me that way. Sometimes, with other people - adults - I feel
afraid. So I have been avoiding them. I've come to rely on my own skills -
to find my way, to feed myself, to look after myself. I've got a lot better
at it since I entered the jungle." He paused as we let this information
sink in. "I'm very grateful for this food. Thank you. But I don't know you.
And I can manage on my own. I think I will collect my few belongings and be
on my way soon."

"You are safe here, Chet. There are no adults here. We are not going to
harm you. I don't know what you are afraid of, but you should know that
this is a safe and peaceful place. There is no need for you to leave
immediately if you want to stay a little longer. You are welcome to sleep
in that hut and to share our food."

He looked at me and I could see his uncertainty. "I don't know what to say.
I have not been made welcome like this since before I left home. But people
don't like me. They think I'm different." He paused. "I am different. I did
some things. People don't me they were wrong. They hated me. My life was
very difficult. That is why I left and went into the forest. I am afraid
that everyone will come to hate me."

"I don't see anything to hate, Chet. I see a young man who has been hurt by
someone, who has chosen to live alone, and who doesn't trust others. All I
ask is that you respect this place, help with what needs doing here, and
treat Win and me as you would like to be treated."

"But that's it!" he burst out, "I'm not sure I can!" He stopped. His face
dropped, and I sensed from the shake in his shoulders that he was either
crying or on the edge of tears.

"Well, you have done pretty well so far. Are you afraid of me, sitting
here?"

He was silent for several moments. "No. You have been very kind and
generous. Your village looks very nice. I would like to live in a place
like this. I do get lonely being on my own all the time. It would be good
to have some new friends - like I used to have before ...." and here he
tailed off. He was silent for a long time. I signalled to Win not to say
anything. It was up to Chet if he wanted to tell us any more; that would be
a test of whether he could begin to trust again. If he didn't, he would
probably be on his way again very soon. This was almost like a decision
moment for him. "If you only knew," he said eventually, looking across at
me, "Then you might be like everyone else."

I waited, still saying nothing, holding eye contact with him. It was up to
him what happened next.

His head went down again and he spoke very quietly. "You see, I was with my
two best friends. We were out in the fields, in a little hut to stay out of
the sun, when they found us." He stopped again. "I'm different. I don't
know why or how. I just know that I like being with other ... boys. My
friends - they seemed to like the same, even though they were a little
younger than me. We used to meet up and be together. We used to ... do
things." He looked up at me. "Now you understand maybe. I'm just different.
And people hate me because of it." This last statement he spoke with some
vehemence.

"Chet, truly, I don't hate you for anything that you've said to me. I think
I understand a little of what you are telling me about you and your
friends. If they were your friends, then you cared about them. You wouldn't
hurt them." I reached across to touch him gently. "Do you want to tell me
what happened next that was so bad?"

He looked up again. "We were in this little hut together. We were .... we
had ... taken our clothes off. I was ... you know ... like that. The others
were the same. We were enjoying ourselves. I don't know if I can say any
more." He stopped again. There was a long pause. I kept my hand on him
trying to reassure him with the gesture. "I need to tell someone. All my
fear and all my anger comes from that time. One moment I was having fun and
so very happy; the next I was so very hurt and rejected." The were tears at
the corner of his eyes again. "You won't want to know what we were doing.
The men said it was totally disgusting and wrong and I was completely bad."
I could see the indecision in his eyes, whether to say any more. "Maybe you
will think the same about me. But I will tell you, and then I can leave and
go back into the forest where I am alone and safe."

I began to see where his story might be leading. "Chet - I tell you again,
you are safe here with us. We will not hurt you."

"OK, but you have to know how bad this was. I was on the floor in the hut,
on my hands and knees." Suddenly the pace of his story had picked up; now
it was rushing out of him. "I was naked and very excited. One of my friends
had his - thing - in my mouth. He was starting to shoot. The other boy had
his - cock - in my bum. He too was about to cum." I could picture the
scene. "Then three men burst open the door. I think they must have been
outside for some time listening or looking through holes. They were
shouting and screaming. I was the oldest so they picked on me. They said
terrible things about me and how completely bad I was. One was my uncle;
another was the father of one of my friends; the third was a cousin. They
had sticks and tools and a rope. My two friends were able to run away
through the door. I was on the floor. They kicked me. They hit me with the
sticks. They used the rope to beat me. And all the time they were shouting
and telling me how I should die and they never wanted to see me again and I
brought disgrace on their village. I don't know how long this went on. I
think I became unconscious. When I woke up, it was dark and I was alone. I
was still lying on the floor of the hut. My body was still naked and
covered in cuts and bruises." He stopped and looked at me. "That's when I
went into the forest. I picked up some clothes to cover myself and tried to
walk across the fields into the darkness. It was hard. For the first few
days I could hardly move. I was afraid they would come looking for me
again. I tried to hide each day. I got very hungry. Then, when I could walk
again, I decided to just walk deeper into the forest and to look after
myself and depend on no-one else."

In the silence that followed, Win stood behind Chet and rested his hands on
his shoulders.

"Thank you for telling us your story. What happened to you sounds terrible.
But the people I blame are your uncle and the other men. I want you to know
that I don't think you're bad for what happened. If you and your friends
were enjoying what you were doing, then I feel sorry for all three of you."
He looked at me without responding. "There is no need for you to leave
because of what you have told us. You are welcome to stay. I suggest you
stay here today and eat and rest with us. There is a river near-by where we
can swim together. Or you can go for a walk if you want to be on your own.
But please come back and stay for at least one more night before you decide
what you want to do next."

He started to cry again - big silent tears that rolled down his face.
"Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." I just smiled at
him. "Can I just sit here for a time? I mean, if you have things to do, you
don't need to look after me. I won't go anywhere." We agreed and Win and I
got up from the table. We cleared away the meal. Win went to fetch fresh
water for the day. I went beyond the last hut to check on the chickens and
pigs. Then I went to the small hut by the entrance to the compound and
found two large bowls of cooked rice and fried vegetables had been left for
us.

When I got back to the hut, Chet was still sitting there. He'd wiped his
face and seemed more at ease. "Thank you again," he said to me, "I will
stay today, but I'd like to be on my own for a time. I'm so used to being
on my own it feels comforting. I have some fish hooks in my bag. I thought
I would go to the river and catch some fish for you; that way I can at
least make some contribution for your hospitality."

"That would be wonderful," I replied, "I've not eaten fish for ages. I'd
love some fresh fish."

oOo

After Chet had gone off to the river, Win and I had a few minutes together.
We both felt that Chet had had a pretty bad time of it, but neither of us
felt he'd done anything wrong - assuming his friends were willing to have
fun with him. It just seemed a very extreme reaction from the adult men. We
both wanted to encourage Chet to stay and re-build his confidence. Given
what we'd both experienced - in the rituals, and in our time together, we
sensed that this might be quite a good place for him. He might even get to
enjoy himself without too many hang-ups!

Later in the morning, as I was sweeping out the hut, I caught sight of
PeeJay walking into the compound. There was no sign of Zee this time, but
he wasn't alone. He was half-pushing two teenage boys ahead of him.

"I found these boys wandering in the jungle not too far away. I can't get
them to tell me anything. They seem in a pretty bad way. I don't know what
they were doing or where they were going, but I wondered if somehow they
were trying to make their way here to join you and the other lost boys."

I walked down the hut steps to meet them and we stood in a little group. I
looked at PeeJay and nodded. "I've not seen them before. Another boy, Chet,
arrived sometime last night. He's gone off to catch some fish this morning.
But we've not seen anyone else." I turned my attention to the two boys.
They were looking down at the ground. I told them my name and that I was
pleased they'd come to our village. I tried to make them feel welcome, but
nothing I said seemed to make any difference. As I looked at them, I
realised that PeeJay was right - they really did look to be in quite a bad
way. I reckoned they were two adolescent boys, one somewhat taller than the
other and both quite slim. They were both incredibly dirty. Their clothes
were more like rags. One boy was struggling in a pair of flip-flops; the
other was barefoot. Their hair was long, unkempt, and as dirty as the rest
of them. There were scratches on their arms and legs. I guessed they were
both famished and probably not eaten a decent meal in ages.

"Would you like something to drink and some proper food?" I asked. "It
doesn't look as though you've been eating very much. Maybe later, you can
get cleaned up in the shower, and then we can find you some clean clothes."
Neither boy said anything but from the way they shifted when I mentioned
food, I reckoned some of my guesses were right. "Come with me into the
shade, where you can sit down whilst I find you a meal. You've already met
PeeJay who found you and brought you here. Apart from me, there is only Win
here. He's another boy who has been in the forest a long time. I'm going to
ask him to sit with you whilst I prepare the food. You don't need to talk
with him. He won't do anything to harm you."

I led them into the kitchen and dining space beneath our bungalow and
pointed to the table and benches. I shouted for Win who appeared a few
moments later from the direction of the fields. I explained what was
happening and what I knew of the two new arrivals. I asked him to sit with
them - partly to make it more difficult for either of them to run off
again. I suggested he talk to them about his time in the jungle, but
without expecting any response.

When they were settled, I looked around the kitchen and food cupboards to
see what might be best to offer them. I reckoned that both boys could be
dehydrated and lacking in energy. The first thing I did was find two
coconuts, took off their tops with a machete, and brought them to the table
as a source of sweet nourishment. After a moment's hesitation, both boys
grabbed a coconut each and drank quickly. Next, I found a pineapple and
several oranges. More juice and sweetness. I brought these across and asked
Win if he would cut them up. This bought me a little time to prepare some
more substantial food. I put several handfuls of cooked rice into a pot
with plenty of water and some light herbs and a few vegetables; a rice
conchee soup would be easy to digest and nourishing. I reckoned it would
take around ten minutes to cook. As it simmered, a whipped up some eggs
with a few other ingredients to make a Thai omelette. Both dishes were
ready at the same time. I took some plates and bowls across to the table,
together with a large pitcher of clean water. Win was busy telling them
stories from his time in the jungle. Finally, I brought the soup and the
omelette over and put it on the table, telling the boys to help themselves
to what they wanted. They both fell upon the food and at hungrily for more
than five minutes. There was very little left at the end. I fetched several
slices of water-mellon as a desert.

For the first time, the boys looked towards us. "Thank you," mumbled one of
them, and the other nodded in agreement.

"OK then - would you boys like to get showered and cleaned up? Then we can
put something on your cuts and bruises to make them heal faster, and we can
get you some fresh clothes to wear." Ideally, given the state they were in,
I would have preferred them to use the outside shower where their dirt
would drain away. But I realised such exposure might be too much for them,
and that the greater privacy of the indoor bathroom would be better for
them. "Win will take you up to the bathroom. You might need his help to get
your hair clean and untangled. He can find you some shampoo and a comb."

I asked Win to lead both boys up the steps to the hut. PeeJay stood up and
said good-bye to both boys - and that he would come back to see how they
were getting on. "You seem to know exactly what to do with them, Pan," he
said to me, "You're a natural leader here." When he'd gone I cleared away
the empty plates and left them in large bowls to be washed later. I went up
to the hut to look out some fresh clothes for the boys. The shorter one was
sitting on one of the beds looking down. I could hear the other in the
bathroom. I looked in and saw Win helping him to peel away his dirty
clothes. His body looked filthy and there were definite scars and cuts that
would need looking at once he was clean. The boy had a maturing, wiry but
quite strong body. He was stripped to a pair of very dirty briefs. I could
see the panic on his face about revealing any more of his body.

"You would feel so much better if you got real clean, everywhere," I said
to him, "Don't worry about getting undressed - we're all boys here, and
we've all got what you've got." I turned to Win: "Maybe's he's shy, but I
want you to make sure he gets fully clean. Why don't you take off your
gra-juu cloth so he can see it's no big deal and he won't be exposed alone;
then it doesn't matter if you get wet too." Win grinned at me and quickly
undid his cloth. His cock swung freely over his balls. I glanced at his
rounded ass as I turned to leave. The sight stirred me again. I heard the
noise of the shower behind me as I walked away followed by splashing and
soaping sounds. I reckoned the youth had finally got under the shower.

I walked into the bedroom and sat next to the other boy on the bed. I
reminded him of my name and talked to him a little about the village, the
river, and the how each of us had arrived there. He seemed to be listening.
I asked him if he could tell me his name. "Ton," he replied quietly, "And
my friend is Deep. We found each other in the jungle and we've stayed
together ever since. He's been looking after me."

"He's done a good job then; Deep must be a good friend." Ton nodded. "And
now, if you'll let us, we will look after you too. We'll help look you
after both you and Deep. You can stay here and rest for as long as you
like; if the time comes that you want to leave, you can just go. But I hope
you'll stay long enough to get cleaned up, eat some decent meals, and have
some proper sleep." He looked at me and this time he didn't avert his look.
I picked up his wrist and held his arm. "You have some cuts and bruises on
your arm. I'm guessing that you have them on other parts of your body too.
We can treat those and make you feel a whole lot better. Would you like
that?" He nodded, "Yes."

"Come on then, let's get these dirty clothes off you so you're ready to be
showered. It might take a whole lot of soap to get you really clean again,
but Win will help you and we have plenty of water and soap." He pulled off
his shirt and a very dirty vest that was underneath. He undid the top of
his shorts and then stopped. "I don't have anything underneath."  "That's
OK," I replied, "You can take them off when you get in the shower. I think
we'll throw them away and get you some new ones anyway."

At that moment, the bathroom door opened and Win stepped out. He was
gloriously naked, his brown skin glistening with water spray and a little
rivulet still running off the end of his cock. Ton stared at him standing
there so unashamed. "He's just getting dried. Have you found some fresh
clothes for him Pan?" Win asked.

"Yes, I have. But first I'd like to treat his cuts now that they're
cleaned." I passed him two cotton sarongs. "Your boy is called Deep and
this is Ton. Can you wrap both boys in these sarongs when they're clean?
Then I can check them over before they get dressed again." Deep emerged
with bright red sarong around his waist. I sent Ton into the bathroom to
get showered; he was still staring at Win's body. (Even I had to resist the
temptation of staring too!). I led Deep back down to the kitchen and dining
area beneath the hut and asked him to sit. I fetched a large basket of
anti-septic creams, skin creams and Tiger Balm, hoping that he didn't have
any large wounds that needed to be closed with stitches or other treatments.

I started on his hands and arms, slowly working my way up, spreading
anti-septic onto the scratches and cuts. Then I asked him to lean forward
so I could examine his back. There were a couple of large bruises that were
beginning to fade; they must have been caused by something painful. I
dipped my fingers into the Tiger Balm and spread it over and around the
bruises. Next I asked him to lean back so I could examine his chest. It
didn't look too bad but there were a couple of long scratches. "Lift one
leg up onto the bench so I can see it," I instructed. The sarong fell away
from his foot, calf and thigh, but he held it bunched at his groin. As I
expected, there were lots of cuts and bruises. I treated them as best I
could and then did the other leg similarly. "Do you have any injuries
anywhere else that you'd like me to treat Deep?" I asked as delicately as I
could. His reply was negative. I asked him to open his mouth. "We'll give
you a brush because you'll need to work hard to clean your teeth and gums
over several days. And another day, we can use some scissors to trim your
hair and make you look really good again." I tried to smile at him - partly
to make the comment into a joke, and party because I could see that he
really was a good-looking boy."

As we finished up, Ton and Win came down the steps. Win had put his cloth
back on and Ton was wrapped in a blue-patterned sarong that was obviously
too big for him. I summoned him over and repeated the whole examination and
treatment process. He didn't seem to be so badly injured, though his teeth
and hair were in just the same mess as Deep's.

Half-way through my examination, Chet returned from his fishing trip
carrying four large fresh fish on hooks. I told the boys who he was and
briefly explained to him the circumstances of how they had arrived whilst
he was out of camp. "I know what it's like to live in the jungle for a long
time," he said, speaking directly to both boys, "I guess I was alone out
there for half-a-year. It's not easy. You get scared. And sometimes you
don't find food or water for several days. You're younger than me so you've
done well to survive." He turned to me. "Do you have any oil in that
basket?" I nodded. "One of the things I learned when I was younger is that
rubbing oil into the skin helps it to heal much quicker; it also relaxes
you and makes you feel much better. When I was walking in the jungle, I
used to do it to myself whever I found a little oil." He turned to the two
boys. "Would you like me to rub some oil into your feet, legs, arms and
back? I promise you it will help you to get better quicker."

The younger boy, Ton, nodded quickly, but Deep looked much more uncertain.
Chet focused on Ton. "OK, great. It's very simple. We'll use the towel you
were using and put it over that old mattress over there. Then you just lie
down on your front. Keep your sarong on. I'll just use my hands to rub some
oil into you, like this," and he demonstrated by rubbing his hands up and
down my arm as I stood alongside him. "Pan and Win will still be around. If
you want me to stop, just say so. Is that OK?"  The boy nodded and moved to
lie down on the mattress. Chet turned to me and spoke quietly: "I know what
you might be thinking - but I'm just going to lightly oil his skin. I'm not
going to do anything more. That's why I suggested doing it here where
everyone can see what's happening."

"After what you said this morning, Chet, I trust you. You don't need to
justify yourself any more. I know that you only want to help these boys."

Chet followed Ton to the mattress with Deep watching from where he remained
sitting. He asked Ton to lie on his front. Chet knelt down by his feet. He
poured a little oil from the bottle I'd given him into his hands. Then he
started massaging Ton's foot, pressing into the soul, kneading the heel,
squeezing the toes, and stroking the skin. Over several minutes to started
working his way up Ton's calf, taking his time, always pressing and
stroking. Ton just lay still, his head to one side and his eyes seemingly
closed. To continue above the knee, Chet had to move the sarong to one side
to expose his thigh. He continued to press, stroke and massage his thigh,
sometimes working up the inner thigh and sometimes the outer muscles, but
always taking care not to get too close to his private areas. When he'd
finished the first leg, he pulled the sarong back to cover his skin before
repeating the same massage sequence on the other leg. I was busy with other
tasks in the kitchen but kept a friendly eye on what was happening. Chet
moved to kneel either side of Ton's slim hips. I could see him looking at
the bruise marks on his back. He was very gentle in massaging along either
side of the spine, using plenty of long slow strokes with the palms of his
hands; he must have been pressing down because I could hear Ton's breath
being expelled in a series of grunts. He moved up to work on his shoulders,
neck and then his arms. "Would you like me to do the front of your body as
well?" I heard him ask gently. Ton rolled over and Chet began again working
upwards from his feet. The boy's eyes were closed. As Chet moved up to
press his thighs and hips, Ton opened them to watch what Chet would do, but
he was completely professional about it, steering well clear of the boy's
tackle. He used gentle circular motions on his chest before asking Ton to
sit up, and finishing with some more work to his shoulders, neck and head.
"How as that?" he asked, a few minutes later.  "Mmm, nice. Like my mum used
to give me when I was small. Makes me relaxed and feel better." I walked
over and handed Ton some clean briefs, shorts and a t-shirt.

"What about you, Deep? Would you like to try the same?" asked Chet. His
friend encouraged him by telling him how good he felt. Eventually, Deep
walked across and lay down without saying anything. He made sure his sarong
was covering him. Chet started work again, beginning with his feet. He must
have sensed Deep's unease because he was very careful when working on his
thighs. He paid particular attention to his back that had some nasty
scratches and old bruises. He worked some more Tiger Balm in with the oil
to increase the soothing effect on the skin. "Do you want to go over?" Chet
asked. Deep didn't move for a time, but eventually he turned himself over
slowly. Again he took great trouble to cover himself with the sarong. This
time he rested one hand across the front of his hips. Chet worked
methodically as before, beginning at the feet and the ankles and working up
both legs. When he started on Deep's thighs, the boy moved his hand to
cover his genitals; something was probably going on in there. Chet didn't
pursue it but simply moved on up to his chest, shoulders, arms and neck.
The boy sat up, checked that the sarong was still in place, whilst I passed
him some clean clothes to wear.

"Thanks Chet," I said, "I'm sure they feel much better now after all the
cleaning and attention they've had."

"Would you boys like to come and pick a bedroom?" Chet asked. "They have
big, comfortable beds and blankets - a lot more comfortable than sleeping
in the forest. There are two more bedrooms in the hut I use, if you want to
choose one. And a shower right next door when you want to get clean again."
Ton seemed eager to go and look. "I'll take you over then. You can get
changed into your clean clothes, or you can rest on the beds, or do
whatever you like. I'll leave you there and come back and start making some
dinner for everyone. I really love cooking and I've not had people to cater
for since I left my village." He led the way across the compound and into
the hut he'd used. The boys followed together.

oOo

"I need to get out of here!" I said to Win once they'd gone, "Before anyone
else shows up!"

"You've given them lots of attention and help. You've done really well
today."

"Thanks. And now I'm ready for a break. How about a swim?" We didn't need
to take anything with us, so we just set off walking down the slope,
through the ritual clearing, and onto the river bank. The water was
cascading over the waterfalls and then turning slowly around the large
pool. Trees overhung the bank giving some dappled shade. "It looks lovely,"
said Win as he undid his cotton gra-juu cloth from around his waist. I
stood still for a moment, whilst he undressed and walked into the water.
Although I'd seen his body several times before - and in various states - I
was still struck by the beauty of his buttocks and ass. "Come on then," he
shouted, and I hastily stripped off my cloth and followed him into the
water.

We played around, ducking and diving, for half-an-hour. Although the sun
was high in the sky, the water was a lovely temperature. The pleasure of
swimming nude was wonderful and we both seemed to enjoy it. Eventually, we
tired and waded out of the water to lie on the bank. I lay on my back
looking up, whilst Win lay beside me on his stomach giving me yet more
opportunity to gaze at his rounded mounds.

We talked about Chet, Deep and Ton. Win wanted to know what I thought of
Chet's story and whether he would stay. We also wondered what might have
happened to the two boys for them to be in such a state. "I feel sorry for
Chet," I responded, "because he's been so badly hurt. If he and his friends
were just enjoying themselves, I don't think he's done anything wrong. It
sounds like his family and his village is very traditional, and isn't
prepared to accept different sorts of relationships amongst people growing
up. I think lots of boys experiment like that for pleasure: some prefer it
whilst others go on and enjoy relationships with girls. It's their choice -
or their nature - just the way they are. If more boys and young men find
their way to this village of 'lost boys' then there are going to be lots of
other boys like Chet. If everyone has to do the Ritual of the Seed, and
without any girls around, there's going to be a lot of horny boys!"  We
were silent for a moment as this prospect grew in our imaginations. "I
don't know about Deep and Ton," I continued. "They seem very scared; they
could just be gone again when we get back. Ton seems a little more
confident, but I think it's Deep who makes their decisions. Something bad
has happened to them both - but whether they'll ever tell us, I don't
know." We lay still on the grass listening to all the forest noises around
us.

Win started again: "Can I ask you something?" I reassured him that in this
place he could ask me anything. "With only boys living here, and you being
the leader, then are you going to be very adult and responsible all the
time?"

"I hope not. As well as everyone else, I need to look after myself too. And
I'll be making friends - like with you. And doing fun things - like
swimming in the river and lying on the bank."

"Yes. Good. ... But I suppose what I really want to ask you is ... what
will happen when you feel horny? Will you have to control yourself all the
time?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think so. Like this morning when we were in the bed
together - it's just natural - it's our bodies and our pleasure to do what
we want."

"Can I ask you then ... did you like that? I mean, did you enjoy what we
did?"

"Yes." I looked sideways towards him. "Can't you tell?" and I nodded my
head down my body.

"Oh! You're getting hard! You do look really good - like that!" He stopped
before continuing, "You know, when Chet was talking this morning, I felt
that I'm quite like him ... like I enjoy fun with other boys." He stopped
again. "But I don't know about you. You're really good looking and I like
you as a friend - but maybe this morning was just one-time. I really don't
want to spoil our friendship by doing something you won't like me for."

I turned on my side towards him. My cock was now fully erect, the glans
pushing out above my foreskin. My length was now pushed against his hip. I
let my hand rest on his up-turned buttock. Our faces were now inches apart.
"Win," I began, "If this place teaches us anything, then it asks us to
trust our bodies and follow our instincts. And that must be true about sex
as well. Look and feel my body: what's that telling you? And what's your
own body telling you?"

He slowly rolled away from me slightly exposing his own erection. "My
gra-juu is so hard - lying next to you - that's why I had to lie on my
stomach so you wouldn't see." We were now lying facing each other.

"I don't want you to be afraid of physical contact. We touched each other
lots of times in the river." I moved my hand to caress his balls. "I liked
sleeping in the same bed as you. I enjoyed making you cum this morning. I
love being naked with you here - and I'm enjoying touching and playing with
you. If I do something that you don't want, just tell me. And if you want
something, just ask me, and I'll always give you an honest reply."  He
shuffled towards me until our bodies were pressed together. "Mmm, that's
nice," I continued, "Listen - it's just going to be boys here. All boys get
hard and cum - that's what the ritual shows. You can enjoy your body here;
and when you're with someone else, and you both want to do something
together, go for it!"

He pressed even closer into me, our cocks straining together. He put his
hand around my back to hold me close. My hand started to play over his
buttocks and into his crack. "You have a beautiful body," I offered, "I
particularly like your ass. I think that's what made me excited this
morning. And again, when you stripped to help Deep shower. And then again,
lying here by the river. I just want to touch your smooth ass - like this."

He moaned as I stroked his skin. "That's so nice Pan. You can touch my ass
anytime. It just makes me even more horny." He stopped and looked at me
directly. "One more thing .... I'm so horny again now ... will you help me
cum - here, now?"

"Of course. Just don't be afraid to ask!" and I kissed him gently on the
lips. He was a little surprised, but when I started to move my head back,
his lips followed me for a longer kiss. I rolled back onto my back. "Why
don't you sit on me, your knees either side of my waist. Then I can help
you cum. And this time, I want to watch you shoot your load."

He quickly got into position, squatting above me, his hard cock pointing
upwards. I held his hips. "Can you sit down on me?" I moved my hands to his
ass-cheeks. "Then your ass can sit on my cock against your crack, and I can
feel you as you wank and cum." He lowered himself, my cock aligned with his
crack, his balls on my belly and his hardness pointed up my chest. "That's
feels - and looks - fantastic!" He grabbed himself and started wanking. I
watched intently. It was amazing to see his foreskin move up and down and
feel his balls bouncing on my abdomen. I allowed my hips to thrust gently
upwards so he could feel my hardness against his root. My hands reached up.
I stroked his chest before playing and tweaking both nipples with my
fingers. He moaned and groaned in pleasure. Just like that morning, I could
tell when he was getting close. His face screwed up and his vocal noises
changed in both tone and intensity. I moved one hand to squeeze his balls
as he worked furiously on his cock. I tightened the twist on his nipple
with my other hand. I lifted my hips to push up into him and was rewarded
with the feel of his anal muscles contracting as he began to expel the jets
of cum that flew out on to my chest and abdomen. When he slowed down a bit,
I scooped some up with my hand and smeared it over his cock and balls. He
opened his eyes to look at me. "That was amazing to watch," I said, "You
were really enjoying it."

"Mmm, yes. I was so horny after what we talked about. And doing it with
you, like this, really turned me on. I want to see you cum again, Pan. I
can feel you're hard," and he slid his hand behind him to grab me, "Shall I
make you cum?"

"I'd love you to make me cum - but not yet. I'm saving it. Like I said this
morning, I like to get close and then back off. It was very hot to watch
you, and to feel you sitting on my cock. I almost came. But now I want to
wait until the next time. Maybe my cock will stay half-hard. Then when I
finally do cum, it will be big and feel great. Don't worry, you'll see me
cum again!"

"I hope so. Are you ready for another swim to clean us off then?"

We rinsed off in the river. The afternoon was cooling down, so we dressed
again in our cloths and made our way back to the village. As we approached,
we could smell the smoke from the barbeque.

.................... to be continued soon in Chapter 6 of 'THAI PAN'
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