WARNING: This fictional story contains sexual accounts between men and
boys, boys with boys AND IS UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS UNDER THE
AGE OF TWENTY-ONE. You should know whether you want to be
reading this or not!
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RITES-OF-BOYHOOD-ENDING "RITES OF BOYHOOD, ending"
(Ending Part) Copyright 1997, 1998 Vince Water
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Author's Note:
I hope to continue writing parts to this ongoing series but as they say,
'All good things must come to an end'. I'm writing this ending so that no
matter where I'll end up writing parts, this series will have a proper
conclusion. I hope you'll like it.
I welcome comments and suggestions to this story-in-progress. Let me know
what you think of the "Rites of Boyhood" series and what you would like
to see happening in it. I may just include your wish in a future story
part! Write me. Okay? Vince_Water@HotMail.com
PLEASE NOTE that this story is intended for the reading pleasures of
adults above the age of twenty-one. It may be freely distributed so
long as none of its content is changed. - Vince Water -
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* "Rites of Boyhood" *
* - ending - *
THIS IS THE LAST PART TO THIS SERIES SO ONLY READ THIS ACCOUNT AFTER ALL
THE NUMBERED PARTS HAVE BEEN READ, AT LEAST AFTER - part 8 - SO THAT YOU
CAN APPRECIATE WHAT'S GOING TO BE HAPPENING HERE.
Jimmy sat at the edge of the pier to watch the setting sun. It cast an
eerie glow over the lake in a kind of sad way. This was his last day at
summer camp. The bus will be coming tomorrow to take him and the other
boys home.
He was a little relieved. Although the boy didn't want to admit it to
himself, he was homesick after two weeks. He missed his house, missed
sleeping alone in his bedroom and he did miss his mom. He knew that he'd
be going home a different person; more grown up.
Would his mother notice? Jimmy giggled with delight since he couldn't
tell her everything that had happened to him at camp; especially about the
sex stuff. A boy had to keep his secrets. He had Parker's address to write
him and Miguel letters. Jeff lived close enough to visit. He looked
forward to keeping all of them as friends from camp.
Jimmy's thoughts turned to Mister Burrows. He forgot to ask the man if
he'd let him write him. How long would the Indian be working here at camp
before returning to his reservation? Did mail go there? The boy didn't
know. He will be missing him badly. The man was almost like a father to
him but much more.
A weary sigh escaped the boy's lips. He looked down at his bared legs
as he kicked his feet through the cool water. It was calming to watch the
lake going to sleep. Its water was a strong spirit, the Indian told him.
He had enjoyed playing in the lake with canoeing, fishing, and teaching
Jeff how to swim. A part of himself was floating within the lake's depths
that had made them one.
Jimmy grinned. He had performed Indian rituals under the guidance of
Mister Burrows. Real ones; not the 'play activities' given him and the
other boys by the camp personnel. The brochure that had attracted him to
Camp Shingobeck had made it seem like real Indian things would be going
on here. The boy knew better.
He should go see Mister Burrows. The sun had fallen behind the trees
but the sky was still a glow - at least an hour of daylight remained. The
boy's heart ached him into a run. He flew down the wooden pier and jumped
off it like a startled bird. The two cloths to his Indian breech-cloth
flapped. Jimmy had been given wings this summer. He flew back to the nest
for a visit.
It seemed a long way. The trail through the woods kept going on and on
and Jimmy was breathing hard. He slowed to a walk. Sweat covered his body
which cooled him in the evening air. The real Indian flaps he wore covered
his front and back but did little to keep his body warm. He huddled his
arms around himself.
A tin can was found near the trail. Jimmy kicked it and heard its noisy
bounce through the undergrowth. He didn't have time for play so the can
was ignored. His feet sped into a run again.
Jimmy soon came to Mister Burrows' camp. To his relief, he found the
man sitting before his fire. The Indian smiled at his approach and
offered the boy to sit over his thigh.
"I'm happy to see you one more," said Mister Burrows.
"Me too," answered Jimmy. "I had to see you again." He snuggled against
the warmth of his adult companion, glad that the man went shirtless so
that their chests could touch. He welcomed the Indian's long brown arms
around him in a hug. They both stared into the fire without needing to
saying anything more.
Mister Burrows felt very emotional. He kept tears from falling and was
surprised by his weakness but realized that it came from the strong love
that he had for Jimmy. The boy would be leaving on the 'morrow. No longer
would they embrace for warmth or in sweet love making.
Jimmy turned his head to rest over the man's breast. He felt the wooden
totem bump against his ear which reminded him of something the man had
promised. "You said that I could have this," the youth whispered. His hand
clutched the painted totem hanging in a necklace from the Indian's neck.
Mister Burrows grinned. "I said it go to you after pass test."
"Which test?" the boy asked.
"Hmm. You will see..."
The man rose up from the tree stump leaving the startled boy standing
at his side. He checked the low-burning fire to ensure that it wouldn't
get out of control when he left it. Some fire ash was fetched. This he
drew in black lines over his face. In solemn ritual, he drew lines over
Jimmy's pale face and grinned. It still seemed strange to be sharing his
sacred Indian heritage with the white youth. Their love permitted it.
"Follow me, Jimmy." Mister Burrows led his boy down the trail and not a
word was spoken between them. The youth knew to keep silent during ritual.
Yet he wondered where the Indian was taking him; what test would he have
to perform?
They took the left fork in the path to avoid the dumps. It led to the
entrance of camp, Jimmy knew. His eyes widened when suspecting what the
Indian might be having him perform. That was a really scary test!
Mister Burrows reached back with his hand to find Jimmy's. The boy
eagerly held it in his own. Together, they walked side-by-side to what
awaited them. The early evening turned to twilight.
"Have you forgive yourself?" the Indian whispered.
"Huh?" answered Jimmy. He didn't know what was being asked of him. The
man remained silent during their walk. His big hand kept a tight hold
around his.
They came to the entrance of Camp Shingobeck. With sadness, Jimmy
realized that this really was his last day here. He'd be leaving Mister
Burrows and all his other friends behind when going home. It seemed like
the two weeks had just flown!
The man turned onto the camp's main trail. In the distance, Jimmy saw
the tall oak tree with its roped ladder hanging down. A tightness came to
his stomach. He knew that the Indian would be testing him with its climb!
"Have you forgive yourself for father's death?" the man asked.
Jimmy swallowed in his dry throat. He thought about what was being
asked. When the man stopped, he looked up into his dark eyes and something
came out of his mouth from deep inside himself. "I don't know..."
Mister Burrows nodded in understanding. He pointed at the rope ladder
in a gesture for Jimmy to climb it. There was reluctance in the boy so he
commanded it. "Climb! You must pass from being boy to a man."
Jimmy turned to face the rope ladder. He'd been forced to climb it to
save Jeff. Two boys from below had tormented them by shaking the ropes and
that had scared them pretty badly. He didn't know how they had managed to
get back down to the ground after that. Yet they did.
"Climb!"
The boy's hands grabbed hold of the double ropes. He dared to look up
at the club house high above him. Jeff had only made it half way before
freaking out so how was he going to be able to go all the way?
"I'll be climbing too," said Mister Burrows.
That lend the boy some courage. He took his first step over the wooden
foothold and slowly climbed up. His hands shook. He kept his eyes forward
at the tree trunk so that he wouldn't look up to where he had to climb or
to look down. The ladder shook when taking the man's weight over it. He
hoped it would hold.
Jimmy kept climbing up. He didn't dare stop to rest since he felt a
growing fear in him that could prevent him from continuing. That's what
had happened to Jeff.
Mister Burrows kept some distance from Jimmy. He knew that the boy had
to do this on his own. Often, the man looked up to spy on his nakedness.
The two flaps couldn't prevent his peeking of the youth's flexing butt.
Jimmy climbed. He felt that he was about half way up but dared not look
down at the ground. That was Jeff's mistake when he had climbed. Worse,
those two boys had scared them bad when they shook the ropes.
The ladder turned in Jimmy's hand. He stopped his climb to hold on when
the ropes were violently shaken. What was happening?! The boy cried out in
fear. He wanted to look down to see if them two mean boys had returned.
"Climb!" shouted Mister Burrows.
Jimmy realized that the Indian was purposely shaking the ladder. At
their height, the ropes turning against the tree made for a difficult
climb. He could fall! Something struck against the boy's leg, scaring him.
It felt like the man's hand.
"Keep going... or fall," warned the Indian.
"I'm going to if you don't stop shaking us!" Jimmy cried. He felt his
right foot being struck again. Anger rose in him for the man. Fear too. He
didn't understand why the Indian was being so mean.
Jimmy clung to the swinging ropes but managed to reach his left hand
up. He lifted his right foot from the man's reach. Another cautious step
was taken. Often, his feet slipped from the wooden steps during the
violent shaking that left him hanging - sometimes by only one hand!
"Go faster or I catch you!" the Indian shouted in warning. He struck
his hand against the boy's lower leg to coax him back into climbing.
Jimmy gritted his teeth. He was really beginning to hate Mister
Burrows! What the man was doing was wrong - it could make him fall! The
boy steadily made his climb hand over foot. He felt that the Indian was
close enough to strike him again if he slowed.
The ropes curved in Jimmy's hand. He wasn't sure what was happening
until he looked up at the club house. Joy filled his heart. He was greatly
relieved to see that he had made it! Only a few more steps were needed to
climb into the enclosed wooden structure.
The boy fell onto his side to rest. It was empty inside; a simple boxed
structure hugging the tree with square cuts on its three sides for windows.
There was no furniture. The dumb club house didn't seem worth the climb.
Mister Burrows lifted himself inside. He let go of the ladder and sat
before the youth with a solemn expression. Jimmy couldn't get rid of his
anger. He was really mad at the Indian for what he'd done.
"Have you forgive yourself?"
Jimmy felt struck in his heart by what the man asked. His strange dream
returned to him: He had shaken the rope ladder to his backyard club house
to make his father fall. When he looked down, it was the Indian laying on
the ground. That had been his dream. His father was really dead because of
what he'd done. That's the same thing Mister Burrows had just tried on him
but he didn't fall.
The boy realized Mister Burrows' intent. It was punishment for what
he'd done to his father. He passed the Indian's test... Tears filled the
boy's eyes. All of the pain locked in his heart was finally able to come
out. His mouth opened in a low wail.
Strong arms came around the youth. Mister Burrows felt the deep pain
that was finally coming out of his boy; it was a good thing. Weakness was
frowned on by his People but he knew that the boy's spirit pain and fear
needed to drop out least it fester inside him like a bad wound unto death.
Jimmy stopped sobbing. His great pain had erupted out of him and left
him feeling empty and cried out. Yet tears continued to flow down his
cheeks. He was comforted by the man's warmth around him but knew that the
Indian didn't like his show of weakness. He tried to appear brave.
Mister Burrows looked deep into Jimmy's blue eyes. Though full of
tears, they shined bright with an understanding the man hoped would come.
He let go of the boy. His hands reached up to his neck and lifted the
painted totem from his chest: his father Power object to be passed down
through their family. This he solemnly dropped over the boy's chest.
"You are cleansed," the Indian announced. "No blame yourself for the
death of your father! He wouldn't have want his son to suffer."
Jimmy nodded with understanding. He glanced down at the necklace around
his neck, especially at the painted wooden totem laying over his breast.
Pride filled him.
"Does this mean you take me as your son?" asked Jimmy. He was
remembering what the Indian had told him about the totem being his
father's to pass down through his son.
Mister Burrows smiled but shook his head. "No. You not my son, Jimmy
but something more."
The boy understood. What they had shared was more than what a father
would teach his son; they had embraced their love in a sexual way that
would have been incest if they were of the same blood.
"It keep you safe," the Indian explained. "Wear it for always, Jimmy.
Remember me."
"I will!" Jimmy rushed into the man's arms and fiercely hugged him.
They both shed silent tears for each other and knew this was going to be
their last time together.
When their arms loosened from one another, Jimmy saw that the Indian's
face was wet. 'The man had been crying!' he realized. Yet there was no
shame for it. The boy understood what love could make people do. It was
okay for the grown man to cry this once.
Mister Burrows was thinking the same way. He couldn't recall ever
crying before. He didn't when his father had died or when his younger
sister was killed or after the death of his dear mother. No tears were
shed for them. The Indian thought it was because he was strong against
the woes in his life. Now, he knew better. A small white boy had taught
him why through love.
Jimmy noticed the strange look in the man's eyes. They stared back at
him like a fierce Indian warrior but in a way as if the man wasn't really
looking at him. It was a kind of haunted look.
"Can I write letters to you?" asked Jimmy. He wanted to get past their
awkward moment by talking.
Mister Burrows lowered his head in shame. "I can't read English..."
'Wow.' Jimmy knew that would prevent them from being able to keep in
contact. He came up with another idea. "Give me your telephone number.
I'll call you!"
The Indian raised his sad eyes to the youth. "None on reservation."
Jimmy swallowed in his throat. He asked, "When do you leave your summer
job here to return home?"
"Soon after you boys leave tomorrow. Clean camp and store stuff then we
all go home."
Jimmy stared into the man's dark eyes and pleaded with him to come up
with something. Mister Burrows saw the youth's pain. It made his heart
ache for the both of them.
"Where is your reservation?" Jimmy asked.
"Ah. In State of Oklahoma to the south. Far away from this place!"
Jimmy figured that Oklahoma was at least four states away. That really
was too far away, he realized with disappointment. The boy was afraid that
there wasn't any way for them to see each other again.
"Next summer, maybe I come back here to work."
"Yes!" the boy shouted. "I'll get my mom to let me return here for
summer camp!"
Mister Burrows gripped the boy's right shoulder and gave it a fond
squeeze. He feigned a grin. "I will see you again, Jimmy. We be together
again." The man's words weighed heavily in his heart. He knew better.
Jimmy was glad. He'd never heard a single lie from the Indian so he
took his words as what would become so. They would see each other next
summer; a year from now.
"That's a long time..." the boy whispered.
"It must be so." Mister Burrows lowered his right hand along the boy's
chest, tickling it with his fingers. When he reached the front deerskin
flap, he lifted it for a last peek of boy.
"Can you grow it long for me?" the man asked.
Jimmy giggled. He reached into the front of his breech-cloth and
pinched the shaft to his penis. An idea came to him. "Drop your pants," he
asked. "I want to see you naked so that... ah, will get me excited."
Mister Burrows laughed. "Okay."
The boy watched his man unbutton the fly to his pants and lower them
past his legs, kicking them away. He sat cross-legged, Indian style and
naked. There was that nice brown color to his skin that was darkest on his
neck and arms. The parts to his body kept hidden from the summer sun were
his chest, legs and his butt. The boy remembered seeing how light the
man's cheeks were when compared to the rest of his body.
There was a slow lifting to the man's cock. It was very dark in color
that didn't come from the sun. While the Indian stared at the boy's
growing excitement, his nakedness was being looked at by the youth. They
drank in the male beauty of each other.
Jimmy noticed that the Indian's thick cock hadn't popped out its knob.
He reached into the man's lap, carefully taking it in hand. Mister Burrows
didn't object. He watched the boy roll down its thick skin. A thrill shot
through his cock from the boy's touch. The brown knob came out oozing.
"Mine doesn't drip like yours," said Jimmy.
"When you grow some, it will." The man reached to the boy's front flap
and pulled it from the thong belt. He saw Jimmy pinching the shaft of his
pink dick. No dripping from its piss hole. An idea came to the Indian.
"Take some of my back to your dick," he asked.
Jimmy's fingers pulled over the man's brown knob to gather its oozing.
He brought it back to his dick, covering his hard shaft with the man's
sticky wetness before returning to pinching over it.
"Why do that way?" asked Mister Burrows. He was wondering why the boy
pinched his dick instead of rubbing over its shaft when trying to get it
to come out. "Look at how I do."
Jimmy watched the Indian take hold of his cock and rub over its thick
skin with a back and forth motion. That got its brown knob to pop in and
out with a sucking sound. To keep himself from getting sore, the man
spread its oozing over the brown shaft from time to time.
"I don't have that extra skin," the boy explained, "and no oozing."
"I've seen white boys pulling over their cut dick skin like this."
Jimmy felt embarrassed. It seemed like the Indian was saying that he
was beating off the wrong way. Then another meaning struck him - there
were other boys at camp this man has had sex with?
"Pull over your dick," the man asked, "and use spit to make slippery
until you can ooze."
Jimmy did as he was asked. He didn't need to spit since there was
enough of the man's stickiness covering his dick already. His fingers made
the up and down motion over the shaft of his erection. The thrills were
quick to build up.
Mister Burrows noticed that Jimmy's dick was getting chafed so he took
some of his manly oozing to the boy to keep it wet and slippery. It was
exciting to touch an immature male's dick with its smallness and differing
look from the boys of his Native People. He knew that the white boy was
attracted to his brown body with its full man's growth to his loins and
the foreskin around his cock. They offered excitement to each other.
"Better to do my way?" asked Mister Burrows.
"Yah. No one showed me how," the boy admitted. "I discovered on my own
how pinching my dick in the shower could get it to feel good. Your way of
pulling gets those neat thrills to build up faster!"
"That the way to do when alone," the man explained. "Better to embrace
sex with another. Yes?"
Jimmy nodded his head. During his two weeks at summer camp, he learned
a lot of ways that boys and men could 'embrace sex' with each other to get
their dicks to shoot. Handling each other was good. Sucking seemed a bit
too intense for him but fucking was the best way for two males to have
sex. And kissing too.
Mister Burrows brought Jimmy some more of his manly oozing to keep his
dick from getting sore. The opportunity allowed him to briefly touch the
boy's erection which greatly thrilled him. He knew that he could take over
beating off the youth's dick but he wanted to watch Jimmy perform it on
his own. His efforts were getting himself close to cumming.
Jimmy felt the thrills from his dick getting very intense. He liked the
feel of the man's sticky oozing covering his erection; it added to his
sexual excitement. Watching the Indian beating off was also great. He was
in awe of the man's big cock (which had often stuck through his butthole!)
and seeing its brown knob popping out from the man's thick foreskin. It
made the boy a bit envious for not having that extra skin around his pole.
Mister Burrows knew that the boy was close to shooting. Jimmy was
holding breaths, his eyes were narrowing from the pleasure he felt from
his hard dick and his hand was moving faster. The youth's balls bounced
against his palm. It was a very cute display of sex. The man wanted to
remember it all; every detail of the boy's slim pale body as it strained
for sexual release so that when the man beated off alone, he could be
with the boy in his head.
"I'm going to squirt!" warned Jimmy. The man brought his right hand
over the boy's dick to catch its sweet rain. He felt the boy cum strongly
to his fingers which was followed by his high-pitched cry of joy. The
tense youthful body began to relax when it was done; pale shoulders
slumped and breaths rushed out of the boy's mouth with his pink tongue
sticking out.
Mister Burrows turned his cupped hand to prevent the boy seeds from
spilling out. He lifted the precious gift high above his head while
uttering an Indian prayer unto Him, the Great Mystery. The man wanted His
blessing. After it was done, he lowered his hand to his mouth. Some of
Jimmy's clear cum was tasted. Sweet!
Jimmy was in awe of the Indian's ritual. He knew that the man was
praying to his God from seeing the uplifting of his cupped hand towards
the sky. A cupped hand filled with what he had shot from his dick! The
man then drank some of it. That made the boy blush with embarrassment. His
eyes lowered to watch the man cover his brown cock with what remained in
his cupped hand. A slippery pulling over it followed.
Mister Burrows annointed his manhood with Jimmy's sweet seed. It was
better than using the oozing from his cock because a boy's clear release
empowered his loins with youthfulness and love. His hand tightened around
the thick skin and the man beat off with much excitement. The boy watched.
Jimmy rested his hand over the Indian's knee. He eagerly awaited the
man's explosion that would shoot his cum out. Mister Burrows closed his
eyes in concentration. Breaths blew through his open mouth while he rushed
his loins to climax. A bold idea came to the boy. He leaned his head
over the man's lap to take a closer look at his cock. It seemed to be
swelling within his hand. His redish balls shook below. The Indian gasped.
Jimmy couldn't believe what he was about to attempt. He opened his
mouth. The Indian growled out like a bear and shot. The boy felt the warm
spurt against his chin and aimed his head lower for the next shot. It
went into his mouth! And the next one. When the man slowed his hand
around his ebbing flow, the youth leaned back into his sitting position
away from him. Mouth closed. Only a sly grin on his face hinted at what
he'd done.
Mister Burrows opened his eyes to look at Jimmy. He was proud that his
manly display was witnessed. When looking down at his belly, he couldn't
find the telling streaks of his released seed. Only a little of it covered
his right hand. Nothing on his folded legs or over the wood floor. He was
in bewilderment... Where did it go?
The boy giggled. He felt the thickness over his tongue and gave the
Indian man a mischievious stare.
"You have, Jimmy?" the man asked. He looked into the boy's hands.
Jimmy leaned close to Mister Burrows and opened his mouth. He proudly
showed the man how his seed was shot into his mouth; his tongue swirled
its thickness. When the Indian smiled, the boy swallowed his sperm. Its
bland salty taste made the youth grimace though.
Mister Burrows brought his face to Jimmy's in a rush. He wet his lips
and pressed them against the boy in a kiss. After a startled moment, the
boy responded. He kissed the man back.
A tongue stuck into Jimmy's mouth. Mister Burrows tasted his cum in the
boy and he wanted some of it back. Their kissing turned into a wrestling
match with tongues sticking through each other's mouths and swirling for
sperm. It became too much for the Indian. He broke away from Jimmy to
release a hearty laugh.
"I won!" Jimmy shouted. He smacked his lips with satisfaction.
The Indian conceded the win by nodding his head. Another laugh erupted
from him in the small club house. He was very happy.
Jimmy rose up and went to sit in the man's lap. He welcomed the long
brown arms around him that made them one. A loud buzzing filled the
youth's ears. His eyes swam. Performing sex was too adult a thing for his
body to keep up with sometimes. He rested his weary head against the
Indian's chest; his eyes closed.
Mister Burrows held his boy close. He sniffed the soft hair and felt
so fortunate to have won Jimmy's love. This was their last embrace. He
knew what he'd told the boy but in his heart, he felt that their paths in
life would separate without ever coming back together. What they had
shared was enough for the old Indian. He was ready to go to the Above soon
with a happy heart.
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