Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2021 11:42:49 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Rites of the Jungle Tribe 1 Rites of the Jungle Tribe Cajuncock This is a work of gay fiction containing sexual acts between men. If this offends you please leave. This is the sole property of the author. If you enjoy this story please contribute to the site to keep it going. Comments welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com We'd been traveling up-river by canoe for 3 days. Our journey had begun back in the US with a meeting with the head of the indigenous peoples' department. He told us of the rumors that there were tribes in South America that had never come in contact with white men or the outside world. They lived deep in the jungle away from the civilized world. He wanted volunteers, 6 men, to go in search of these people. We were to document their lives and ways. But we were not to interfere with their belief systems and customs. I immediately volunteered, along with three of my students. We spent many months researching little known tribes and the history of colonial settlements. Many of the documents were in Spanish and very old. They spoke of peoples isolated by choice and the possible riches that these people guarded. After landing at the capitol we spent two weeks talking with the local authorities and university people. Finally, we set out with two guides who would take us as far as the edge of the deep jungle. Our guides told us of the stories handed down by their ancestors. The stories spoke of a fierce tribe that kept guard over ancient treasures and temples. We recorded their stories and sent back many of these to the university. Finally, our guides told us that this was as far as they would go. They feared the unknown tribes and the evil spirits of the jungle. So, we set off on our own, just the 4 white men. It was difficult carrying our equipment and supplies at first. But we soon developed strength to carry our heavy burdens. After 5 days alone and using our meager tools to guide us we saw the first signs of the tribes, skulls on posts to mark their territory. We decided to set up camp and wait. Out short-wave radios were the only connection to the outside world. On the third day we woke to find our camp surrounded by naked, brown natives armed with spears and battle axes. We had decided that we too would be naked to show that we were unarmed. The leader of the natives, a man adorned with exotic feathers around his head, stepped forward to inspect us. We stood as he examined our naked bodies. I was circumcised along with my companions. This seemed to be of some interest to the head man. He felt our cocks and smelled them. His own cock emerged from his foreskin as he fondled our equipment. He said something in his native tongue to the other men. They too came forward to examine us. One by one we westerners soon got hard. I had not seen my companions erect before. They were of various sizes and thicknesses. The headman knelt before me and kissed my now hard tool. I placed my hand on his head in a blessing. I hoped that he understood it as a gesture of peace. With that he began to kiss my cock and balls with vigor. The others soon followed his lead. Each of my companions received the same from the other natives. Soon our things were gathered up and we were led back through the jungle. After a few hours we found ourselves in what was to be the first of several, small villages. We were shown a hut with hammocks where we would sleep. Young boys knelt in the hut, naked like the men. A feast was set up for the night. A sweet, alcoholic drink was passed around. It was quite potent. The evening ended up with the naked boys offering their asses to the adult men. We watched amused as the men used the boys repeatedly. Finally, the men led us to our sleeping hut where three more naked boys waited. Each boy knelt, bent over to expose his ass to us in an obvious invitation. Having been away from home and familiar bed companions for weeks now, we settled into a steady pace using the boys. On the third day, we finally reached a splendid city. There were stone temples and elaborate stone palaces with paved court yards between them. The structures were all decorated with panals of colored stone. We were led up a steep set of stone steps. At the top was a throne like platform upon which sat a handsome, muscles men bedecked with a woven golden garment. He motioned us to approach, and we did. He stood at the top of the platform and his cloak parted to reveal a long, thick penis decked out in a be jeweled golden strap. His penis was held erect by the strap. I was amazed at the size. He was far larger than any I'd ever seen. I had the urge to kiss it. He stood at the edge of the raised platform with the tip of his penis just inches before my face. I knew that now I was expected to pay homage. I opened my mouth around the exposed tip and licked it before sucking on his mighty tool. Each of my companions did the same in recognition. Guards came up to me and lifted me to the platform. The tribal king placed a foot on my back forcing me to bend over-exposing my hole to the throng standing below. The king removed his foot and slowly walked around to my now exposed hole. He said something in his native tongue and poured some oil anointing my hole. He turned to the throng repeating his statement. He then mounted me yelling out a victorious cry. I took his tool easily, having been fucked by many of the undergrad students seeking my approval back on the campus. I heard my companions being mounted by other members of the tribe. At first, they yelled out in pain. But soon I heard them moaning at the new pleasures they were experiencing. Thus, began our initiation into the tribe. A feast followed for three days. Each of us offered our bodies to the men of the tribe. We saw no women during the rites. The tribe's warriors and temple priests seemed to be the only inhabitants of the place. On the final day, the tribal king offered up his ass to each member of our group. We anointed him with our sperm in thanks for his hospitality.