TRIBAL RITES Jack Sprat Jimmy White Cloud was my camp counselor. He's an American Indian. His parents still live on a reservation. His father is a tribal chief. Jimmy left the tribe for college. During the summer, he's a guide on wilderness survival trips for boys. Our camp site was on a lake edge with tall trees all around and natural shrub growth below. It was beautiful and it was isolated. It was wilderness at its best. We all got up at sunrise and I bemoaned the fact that this was my day to do K.P., preparing lunch while the rest of the boys and their leaders took a long wilderness hike. Jimmy stayed as kitchen supervisor, also giving me a helping hand.. Preparing lunch was a snap. All sandwiches were made by early mid-morning so we broke off for a walk to the lake. When we arrived, the sun was really warm and the water blue. I stripped to the buff and waded in for a cooling swim. Returning, and while dressing, Jimmy said, "Your body changing from boy to a man. When boy shows hair, it's custom in our tribe, young buck go through manhood rites. Tomorrow, we do ceremony so manhood spirits enter you. You very good friend, I also make you Indian brother and white member of tribe." Wow! Jimmy continued: "Tomorrow we hike into forest. Gods pick place to be naked and hold ceremony". Be naked? The next morning, Jimmy squinted at the sun, sniffed the air, and tossed a small handful of dirt skyward. We would hike in the direction of the wind. Along with his knife, Jimmy carried a small backpack, crafted Indian style, with sticks and laced leather. I wondered what it might contain. It was a slow hike as we stepped over fallen logs and walked around trees. I was immediately lost, and glad I was in the company of a real Indian guide. I guess we'd walked a little over an hour when I heard the sound of water. Sure enough! It was a very secluded small waterfall and stream with a large sandy area by the falls. It was beautiful. Jimmy said the gods had guided us. I sat on a stump watching as he took a long stick, drawing a large circle inside the perimeter of the sand. Indian ritual symbols were added. Stopping, he unpacked his knapsack. It contained an Indian blanket, a string of prayer beads. a small tom-tom and headband with a colorful feather, and a small can of salve. There were also decorated ceremonial anklets. Unfurling the blanket and dropping it to sand, Jimmy removed his clothes. He bent over, tying each ceremonial anklet in place. I admired his slim, muscular body and smooth light brown skin. His butt was small, perfectly rounded with a very tight crack. After a short Indian dance, he gazed skyward, lifting his outstretched arms and praying. Dropping to the blanket, he sat cross legged, tapping a slow beat on the tom-tom. Stopping, he looked my way and motioned me into the circle. "The Gods approve. Remove your clothes." I was very self conscious as I presented myself. My cut penis was tucked back in over my balls with just its red tip showing. I really wished more were hanging out so I would look more manly.. Jimmy stood and embraced me. It was more than an embrace. He squeezed me extra tight, locking his bare body against mine.. He tipped my head, our lips met. I opened my mouth. His warm tongue pushed inward, probing deep to my throat. His hand traveled down my back, squeezing and deeply massaging my butt. I turned completely limp and docile. I was his as he wanted me. Softly chanting, he gently laid me on the blanket. Lifting and spreading my bent legs, he tenderly grasped my penis, stroking slowly while feeling my tip with his slippery fingers. Every pull brought feelings of excitement. I was hard and squirming with turned on heat when my cum, with lightening speed, flew through my body, spurting, landing everywhere. Next, Jimmy laid me face down, my butt across his lap. He lifted a glob of salve, placing it on my asshole. The salve, he said, was rare bear grease, very good for finger bonding. Finger Bonding? I didn't have any time to further think about this. His finger pressed against my hole, moving through my tight muscle high into my ass. Chanting quietly, Jimmy regreased and re-entered, this time as deep as possible. The finger bonding continued. I lost track of the number of times I was entered. "Now you bond with the forest." Jimmy walked to a close tree. Finding a springy, round, lower bough, without removing it, he stripped off about twelve inches of bark. Running his hand over the smooth wood underneath, he made sure there were no slivers. He then carved a penis head on the limb's end. Pulling the carved bough lower, and making several trial thrusts, he made sure it would easily bend to enter its target. The target was me. I dropped to all fours and looked skyward, feeling the large bough widen my hole to to max as it moved inward. I had no idea how high it was shoved. Jimmy, seeing it was in and anchored, left the scene. I was alone. A breeze caused the tree branches to sway, slowly sliding this branch back and forth inside me. My muscle was relaxing. I found this motion becoming very pleasant. One strong gust slammed the branch higher, then things became very calm. It must have been my imagination, but it seemed all of the tree momentarily drooped then quickly recovered from its limpness. Jimmy returned and slowly slid the branch out of my body. It sprang upwards, again taking its natural position in the low part of the tree. A few drops of white sap fluid dripped from its tip. A cooling dip in the stream followed. There was a shallow pool about two feet deep. Jimmy secured a hollow reed and stuck it in my butt. I was made to lay on my stomach as he pushed my butt down deep so water flowed through the hollow reed. When I couldn't hold any more, I jumped from the stream, running behind a big rock to relieve myself. Jimmy pushed me down a second time for a rinse. Receiving a cold water enema is quite different. Back on the blanket, I understood why I had the enema. The prayer beads were butt beads. Each well greased bead was pushed high inside me, one at a time, until all fifteen had disappeared, leaving only the the pull string hanging out. Jimmy chanted while slowly pulling the string. I can't describe the sensation of each slippery bead being slid out of my butt. To find out, one would have to try it themselves. I didn't know there were a total of forty five prayers, a prayer for each bead, and the string would be stuffed up me twice again. After all of this, my asshole was limp and a bit tender. Jimmy said I could rest but lie with my legs spread. As I relaxed, he shaved around my crotch. Finishing, Jimmy sucked each smooth shaven ball, licking upwards to my tip. The movement of his wet tongue drove me bananas. Wiggling for more and emitting uncontrollable moans, I came in his mouth and he swallowed my cum. I knelt as Jimmy stood at parade rest, my first experience fondling another male. Rolling his balls felt real good, and wrapping a hand around his warm stem was very exciting. He was uncut. It was a new adventure to slip back the foreskin of an uncircumcised cock, watching his large swollen cherry appear. I was not sure about taking it in my mouth, so I closed my eyes as I slipped it through my lips. His dick moved freely throughout my wet mouth, pushing back as far as possible, then withdrawing. Licking its tip really turned me on. This was exciting. I liked this. I got erect. His prick suddenly became extra hard, his warm cum filling my mouth. I tongued it together and swallowed, receiving a feeling of fulfillment. I rose to my feet. We embraced again. The feathered headband was placed on my head. "You are now man tribal member and Indian blood brother. I name you Coyote.." I'll show my headband to everyone at school, and in the gym shower, display my crotch hair shaped to an arrowhead. My initiation will remain a tribal secret. My school won't recognize "Coyote" as my name, so I only use it when I visit the reservation. ...the end