Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2016 08:41:42 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Thai Pan - chapter 10

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 9 ...........................

We walked out behind the hut and turned on the large outdoor shower-head.
The spray covered a wide area so two or three of us could get rinsed at the
same time. We used plenty of soap and lathered each other, hands roaming
across each others bodies - hands, chests, arms, legs, buttocks and
genitals. There was a lot of laughter as we grabbed each other, rubbing and
stroking to cleanse our skin.

A few minutes later, Chet appeared. "You boys are still having fun - and
noise too!  Maybe I will join you as those no chance of getting off to
sleep right now." We urged him to remove his gra-juu cloth and join us. "We
know how to give you a good night's sleep," joked Kong. He stepped into the
shower. His muscular body was clearly outlined in the light from the moon.
His thick cock has half-erect and swinging in front of him. Of course we
did what came naturally. We surrounded him with our bodies pressed against
him from all sides. Our hands touched and soaped him all over. I was
standing behind him and paid particular attention to his buttocks, crack
and inner thighs. Kong took hold of his cock which was now fully hard. Win
used his hand over Kong and the two of them started to stroke him
vigorously. Win's other hand was playing with his large balls. Nong leaned
in and kissed him firmly on the mouth. With all this attention, it didn't
take long to bring Chet to a climax. His hips started bucking and we all
responded by playing with his most sensitive areas - his mouth, nipples,
crack, root and cockhead. He wasn't able to speak as we urged him on.
Within just a few more moments, his thick cock was firing off big shots of
ropey cum, most of which landed on Win. As he began to calm down, he tried
to tell us how amazing that had been - to have four boys all playing with
him at the same time. Together, we stood under the water again to rinse off
this latest out-pouring of boy juices. "Now I think I'll be able to sleep,"
Chet laughed.

As we picked up our towels to dry off, Nong asked if we all wanted to share
a bed for the night. It would have to be in the room that Win and I shared
as the twins' bed was still covered with oil-soaked old sheets. I don't
think any of us had the energy for more sex, but the prospect of all
cuddling and being intimate together was welcomed. We climbed back up to
the hut and lay down on our bed, our arms and legs inter-twined as sleep
overcame us.


CHAPTER 10

Breakfast was a leisurly affair with no-one seeming too keen to set off for
their work shift around the village. As we were finishing, Zee appeared and
walked up to where I was sitting. By now, I was beginning to recognise him
as the likely leader amongst the group of young men from outside the
village who were keeping an eye on us and our progress as the 'lost boys'.

"Can I have a word with you, Pan?" he began. "Everything seems to be going
really well here in the village. None of the boys has left. Everyone is
settling into their roles. The community rules that you established are
very sensible and mature, and everyone seems to be following them. You've
done a great job in leading the Ritual of the Seed with each new group of
arrivals. All the other elders are very pleased with you. You're doing a
great job as leader of these boys: they respect you; and you're using your
authority well. All this is excellent training and experience as you grow
into your elder wisdom." He paused and looked around the village as if to
check that what he'd just said still held true. "We want to introduce you
to the Second Ritual. You've earned it. This is one that you've not done or
seen before. It's called 'The Ritual of Surrender to the Seed'. It marks an
important step on your journey. As before, I can't tell you yet what the
Ritual involves. We believe that only you are ready for this Ritual at this
time. Some of the other boys may be ready later, and that will be your
judgement at the time. Tonight there is a full moon in the sky and we plan
to do the Ritual with you this evening. There will be other elders present
who have done this Ritual, but you will be the focus - just as you were
when you experienced the First Ritual with Muni. The other boys in the
village can be present if they have already done the First Ritual - but
they will not be participating in this one. You will need to prepare the
clearing and have firewood ready for another fire. Then we will come and
find you this evening." He concluded by asking: "Are you ready and willing
to take this next step?"

I nodded. I knew there was little point in asking more questions as Zee
would not give me the details. I had to trust him - just as I had with
Muni. He gave me an embrace before leaving and disappearing back into the
forest.

Some of the older boys had overheard our conversation and came across to
see how I was. It was good to have their support. I was feeling a little
shaken and uncertain: I hadn't expected there to be more rituals beyond
what we'd already done. The announcement of a Second Ritual suggested there
may be more to come.

"Come on then," I said to those around me, "Let's get started on today's
jobs. And now we also need to check the clearing and build another bonfire.
We can do that together this afternoon. I'm going to go off to the gate hut
and check if anything has been left there. Let's gather again at lunchtime."

"Can I come with you please?" asked a voice. I turned, and saw Deep looking
at me. I sensed there was something on his mind from the worried look on
his face. He'd been fairly quiet since his arrival, though I knew that he
liked the company of his friend Ton, and that there was some kind of bond
with Chet with whom both boys shared a hut and a large bedroom. I nodded:
"Sure, of course. You can help me bring back anything we might find there."
And with that, we set off together down the path that led to the entrance
to the village where there was a barrier and a small hut.

We walked in silence for the first few minutes, until we were out of sight
and earshot of the village. I walked slowly and purposefully with Deep
keeping step behind. I wasn't going to press him to talk. If he had
something to ask, he would do it when he was ready.

We came to some stepping stones across a small stream and I stopped to pick
some fruit growing alongside the stream. I turned around to share with them
him. As he took a handful of the fruit, Deep looked up at me and began
hesitatingly. "I spoke with Win and he said that I could talk with you and
trust you. He said that you always spoke good sense and that you would
never say bad things about people."

It came as a pleasant surprise to me that Win had spoken about me in these
terms. "Well, I try to be honest with everyone. And if you feel you can
trust me, then I would feel honoured. I certainly have no reason to say or
think anything bad about you."

We were both still standing by the stream, so I decided to sit on a
convenient log as a way of demonstrating my readiness to listen to him. As
I waited for him to begin, I noticed again his slender, brown body, his
muscles just beginning to develop in his legs, arms and shoulders. The
scars and bruises which had been so apparent when he arrived in the village
were now fading as they healed. He shifted from one foot to the other,
uncertain whether or how to begin. I tried to reassure him. "You can say
whatever you need to say to me, Deep. You just need to remember our rules
for living in the village - particularly about not hurting anyone else. I
am ready to listen to you. I won't think bad of you if what you have to say
is the truth."

He looked directly at me. "Well ... it's not easy for me to talk about this
... It began a couple of years ago ... maybe when I was 11 or 12 and
starting to grow up from being a young boy ... The other boys in my village
began to make jokes about me ... Not very nice things ... And they hurt me
... Because there was nothing I could do about it ..." He stopped. I looked
into his face and could see that tears were not too far away. He swallowed
as if to regain his composure and began again. "Well ... you've seen me ...
in the river ... and in the clearing ... without my clothes.  You know what
I'm like." His hand moved slightly to touch his gra-juu cloth. "The other
boys started to say I was like a horse ... and that I had an elephant's
trunk ... they made me show them, and then they would laugh and point and
joke, saying I was some kind of freak boy.  Every week, my gra-juu seemed
to be longer. I could see the other boys' cocks and they were all much
shorter than mine, even when they had hair. They were normal. And I really
was a freak." He turned away from me, two tear spots appearing from his
eyes. He didn't say anything more. I reached out my hand and touched him on
the shoulder, leaving my hand there for a few moments before removing it.

Deep turned back to me. "And then I couldn't stop myself getting hard. It
happened all the time. When I was on my own, it was no problem. But when I
was with other people, it was really difficult. Because my gra-juu is so
long, when it got hard, everyone could see. I tried to wear very large
clothes, but sometimes that made it worse if my gra-juu pushed out the
front like a tent. When I looked in a mirror, I realised they were right -
I was a freak. I started to wank myself two or three times every day, just
to stop my gra-juu getting hard so often. Sometimes it made my gra-juu sore
when I did this. But still the other kids made fun of me. Then, a few weeks
ago, I was getting very friendly with a girl from the next village. We saw
each other quite a lot. We did some kissing and stuff. She was a little
older than me. She wanted me to do more with her. I never done anything
like that with a girl. One day, we were together in her house. No-one else
was there. She took me to her bedroom and we lay on the bed. We kissed and
touched. I felt her breasts. And she started to touch me. He hands went to
touch me down here," again, his fingers brushed his gra-juu cloth, "I was
already quite hard. She felt me with her hand, all along me. I could see
her face change. It was like she didn't believe what was happening. She sat
up on the bed and looked at my shorts which were pushing right out. She
grabbed the fastening and pulled my shorts down. She saw all of my gra-juu.
Then she screamed. She shouted that I wasn't normal. No-one could take
something as long as that. Then she ran out of the room."

He stopped, seemingly exhausted by the pain of his story.  I stood up and
put my hand back on his shoulder. "Thank you for sharing your story with me
Deep. I can see how much you've been hurt. If boys and girls said and did
those sorts of things to me, I would feel very hurt too. I want to say to
you: 'You're not a freak' and 'There is nothing wrong with you' but I know
that just now you won't believe me." I paused and squeezed his shoulder.
"Everyone is different in their bodies. You really are just a normal young
teenager learning to grow up into a young man. Your body is doing things
that you can't control. That too is natural. It happens to me as well. Come
on, let's walk a bit further to the gate and maybe we can talk together
some more when we get there."

We walked on in silence, Deep resuming his place a couple of steps behind
me on the path. I was thinking about his story and wondering what else I
could say that might reassure him.

We reached the entrance barrier and stepped into the little hut beside it.
Inside, all was quiet and peaceful. A couple of stools stood beside the
single window. A bamboo table was placed against the back wall and on it
were a sack of rice, a tray of vegetables, and several freshly caught fish.
As on previous occasions, these had all been left by anonymous well-wishers
who supported the village of lost boys with their donations.

"Let's sit for a moment before we take these gifts back to the village," I
suggested. I sat down on one stool, and Deep moved the other away from the
direct sunlight coming through the window and placed it beside mine. He
looked at me expectantly. I placed one hand on his knee in a friendly and
reassuring gesture, not meaning it to mean anything more. "I've been
thinking about your story as we walked here. I can see how much your
experience with the other boys and the girl from your home area have hurt
you. I want to say again that this is your body; it's entirely natural -
it's not a freak. Each one of us is different and unique but we each have
the same physical characteristics - head, arms, legs, heart, stomach, and
gra-juu." I looked across at him to see if my reassurance made any
difference. I continued: "Actually, Deep, whilst your gra-juu may be quite
long - and longer than those of other boys your age - it is something that
many adults admire in a man. They think that a big or long cock makes a man
stronger or more attractice. Some women and many men feel that a big cock
can give them better sex feelings. It's quite possible that in a few years
time, the boys in your village will be jealous of a man with a long
gra-juu; they may wish that they were so well equipped. What seems today to
be an embarrassment, may be something that makes you very attractive to
others. A big gra-juu is something you can enjoy - as you are discovering -
it can be very sensitive over a longer area, there is more to play with,
and maybe it makes you shoot further. You told me already that you need to
wank and cum a lot. Again, other boys may be jealous of you for this."

"Do you really think so?" he asked. "My gra-juu seems to have a life of
it's own. When I wear this cloth, often it's not big enough to hold my cock
and it falls out to one side against my leg. And when I get hard, it is so
obvious and I think everyone notices." He looked down at his lap as he sat
next to me. "See ... just the feel of your hand on my knee starts to have
an effect on my cock that I can't control." I looked across and saw the
head of his cock emerging from the side of his gra-juu cloth, followed by a
lengthening tube of flesh. It was almost mesmerising. "I'm sorry ... when
this happens, I can't stop it."

"Then don't try to stop it," I said. "Your body is telling you something.
It's telling you that you feel hot or horny and your blood is filling your
gra-juu. Actually, I think it's a beautiful sight. I can feel my own
gra-juu responding too as I see what is happening to you. Don't fight it!
Just allow what is happening to happen - and enjoy it." As we spoke, his
shaft was steadily lengthening down his thigh - a long tube of engorging
flesh with his slit half-exposed at the end. "Deep - why don't you remove
your cloth altogether so you can just enjoy the pleasure and sensations of
your cock?"

He looked at me, uncertain. "Really? You don't mind?"

"No, of course not. I've already seen you naked at the river and during the
Ritual. I would love to see your slender young body again. All boys bodies
are beautiful and each is unique and different. Would it make any
difference if I removed my cloth as well?"  He nodded. I stood up and undid
my gra-juu cloth letting it fall to the floor. My cock was half-hard and
pointing forward from my body. I held it in one hand and pulled the forekin
back to reveal my glans, which had the effect of increasing my hardness. He
stared intently at my erection. His hand moved to his own cloth and fumbled
to undo it until the contents were released to the air. I looked down at
him. His cock was one of the longest I'd ever seen: it stretched upwards
and outwards, curving to one side; it wasn't particularly thick but it
might take two fists to grasp the full length. His balls hung in sacks
beneath between his thighs. I light fuzz of hair thinly covered the pubic
area above his column. "You're beautiful like that," I offered, "Very
attractive as a young teenager growing up. You have absolutely nothing to
be ashamed or embarrassed about." As I spoke, his cock jumped involuntarily
as it reached its full length.

"Thank you, Pan," he replied, quietly. "But now this won't go away unless I
cum. I can't go back to the village like this."

"Go ahead. Touch yourself any way you like. Make yourself cum again. Do you
want to do it here - or outside? Shall I wait for you a little way down the
path?"

"I want you to stay here with me. Listening to you and seeing you naked is
what's making me excited like this." With this, he took hold of his gra-juu
in one fist and started stroking himself, his other hand cupping his balls
between his thighs. He looked up at me and smiled. "Actually, Pan, I'd
really like it if you touched me as well. You're making me so hot." I
reached forward and placed my hand around his as he stroked himself. "Oh
yes, that's wonderful."

I moved to sit back down on my stool. He turned around slightly until his
back was towards me, then he lay back against my body. My own cock was
pushing into the base of his back as he rested into my chest; he moved his
legs apart and stretched them out. I took up the offered invitation and
held his cock in my fist as he removed his own. He clearly wanted me to
bring him off. He let me wank him with one hand whilst cupping his balls
with my other, sometimes moving up his body to touch his chest and nipples.
At first, it was difficult to know quite how to hold his cock in my hand. I
experimented with holding it near the base and letting the long length of
it move around; then I switched to holding the head, using my hand to move
his foreskin backwards and forwards over the head. In the end, the latter
position seemed to ellicit the greater noise from him. I stroked quite hard
and quickly; he seemed desperate to want to cum. I looked over his shoulder
and down his body. He still had the slim, youthful body of a young
teenager, even though he was clearly growing taller (and longer!). He was
of the age when his body could be an endless source of confusion to him. I
watched as his stomach muscles began to clench, and I could feel his
buttocks contracting as he lay against me; he was lifting himself upwards,
thrusting into my hand. It didn't take long before he gave out a loud groan
as he started to shoot his load. I watched as the first blast shot high
into the air and landed back on his chest. The second and third followed a
similar trajectory; subsequent pulses covered my fist with a generous
helping of his creamy juice. He lay back into me again to let his breathing
return to normal. He tipped his head backwards until he could look at me
upside-down. "Thank you Pan - I really needed that. You've been a great
listener. And I'm going to try and do what you suggest."

I pushed him upright to free my own body. "Well, I have one more suggestion
for you. How about if you just let other boys here see your beautiful body?
Instead of trying to hide it - and then being embarrassed when something
happens - how about spending more time wandering around the village naked -
just making it the most natural thing for you to be doing? Then you could
feel your own natural body; other boys would admire what you have; and you
would get to enjoy all that you have."

He looked at me, clearly wary at the potential embarrassment of doing this.
I continued: "I don't want you to feel awkward or different about this, so
I could easily talk to some of the others about doing the same thing. Then
you would just be copying them in going naked. I think I know two of the
boys who would love to do that. And I could do it as well sometimes. You
wouldn't need to be nude all the time - just sometimes - and gradually, I
think, you would really come to get used to your own body and enjoy it. And
I'm sure many of the others would get pleasure from seeing you in your full
beauty."

He stood up and gathered his cloth as well as some of the food from the
table to take back to the village. He was about to re-fasten his gra-juu
cloth when I stopped him. "How about if you and I walk back to the edge of
the village like this - without our clothes on - so you can feel what it's
like? The sun will dry the cum on your body. I think you'll like the feel
of your cock swinging against your legs as you walk, now that's it's
starting to go back to its soft size."

"OK," he replied, "If you do it too. I can walk behind you and look at the
lovely shape of your bum and legs." And he laughed as we opened the door
and stepped outside. I'd already worked out who I was going to ask to
support Deep by being naked some of the time around the village.

oOo

Later that day, as the evening darkness descended, most of the boys walked
down to the ritual clearing beside the river. I was particularly anxious
knowing that this Second Ritual was going to concern me and no-one else. I
felt particularly exposed and vulnerable with the awareness that the other
boys would be witnesses to whatever was due to happen.

When we reached the clearing Ton and Deep lit the fire in the firepit.
There was a large pile of dry timber and it didn't take long for the fire
to catch. With flames shooting a couple of metres into the air, there was
an orange glow around the grassy clearing - and the heat and smoke did a
great job of keeping the mosquitoes away. There was no sign of Zee or the
other young men in his group so we sat around on logs and stones chatting
quietly.

Eventually, we heard the sounds of their approach. Three men approached and
I recognised Zee and PeeJay whom I'd seen several times before, together
with Thanak, whom I'd only met once in the village. All were wearing
red-coloured gra-juu cloths. It was Thanak who signalled for us to stand up
and remain quiet. He lined us up in a semi-circle facing the platform area.
The three men then stood facing us on the other side of the platform. As we
watched, they each undid their cloths, letting them fall to the ground. We
stared at the three young men, their muscled bodies reflecting the light
from the fire, each with an adult cock and balls hanging between their
legs. They seemed totally unconcerned by their nudity; I hoped Deep was
taking note of this male display.

PeeJay looked at me and signalled for me to step forward towards the
platform. "Please remove your white cloth," he instructed. I obeyed and
stood naked and exposed before them, my butt to the rest of the boys.
"Thank you, Pan. Now please lie down on the platform on your back, looking
up to the dark sky with your hands at your side." I hesitated for a moment
and then did as I was asked.

The three men stepped forward towards the platform. I looked up and could
see their chests and faces as they surrounded me. PeeJay was standing at my
head, Zee by my feet, and Thanak on the side facing the fire and the rest
of the group.

It was Zee who spoke in a loud clear voice, introducing the ritual to all
those assembled in the clearing. "This is the Second Ritual. The Ritual of
Surrender to the Seed," he began. He looked down at me, addressing me
personally but in a voice that was loud and clear enough for everyone else
to hear. "Pan, we have been watching you discreetly for the last few weeks
as you stepped into the role of leader of the lost boys. We have been
impressed by your skills and your approach. You are demonstrating not only
good leadership but a growing maturity and wisdom. You are patient, fair,
considerate, kindly, loving, thoughtful and intelligent. There is no doubt
that the Seed of Wisdom is growing inside you. By maintaining this journey
you will mature into a wise and compassionate elder." He paused in his
speech, and I tried to nod a little to acknowledge that I had heard what he
was saying. It's actually quite hard to nod when you're lying flat on your
back and wearing no clothes! Zee continued: "There is one critical
characteristic that distinguishes good leaders from poor ones. And that is
the presence of humility in everything the leader does and says. This is
what concerns the Ritual of Surrendering to the Seed. An effective and
strong leader is not concerned with their own self-interest, nor with their
self-image in front of others. He is never motivated by the desire for
power or authority. The wise leader is one who serves others. By being
their servant, he does not stand above them with any superiority. He never
uses power to achieve results. He is accepted and recognised by others
simply because he demonstrates humility. It is by letting go of the need
for power that you become a great leader. This is surrendering your own
little needs to those whom you lead. This is the Surrender to which this
Ritual refers. It is not 'giving in' nor 'defeat'; it is a conscious
letting go of the insistent clamourings of your own little self in order to
discern your leadership from a great source of wisdom." Zee stopped and
looked around. I think he wanted to make sure that everyone was following
what he was saying. I didn't want to move my head too far, but from the
silence in the clearing I could tell the other boys were paying attention.
I could look up at the three young men as they stood naked around me. I
noticed that each of them was now holding their own gra-juu in front of
themselves.

"This Ritual may look, at first sight, like submission and humiliation."
This time is was PeeJay who was talking from behind my head. "But it is the
very opposite.  Pan is invited to surrender his own needs and desires as he
serves others. There is nothing for you to do in the Ritual, Pan. You have
the opportunity - no matter what happens - to simply lie there; to not
react to what happens; to let your needs fall away; to simply be. And by
surrendering yourself in this way, you demonstrate and experience that rare
characteristic in wise leaders - humility and acceptance."

As I looked up at PeeJay whilst he spoke, I noticed that he was stroking
himself to an erection. His balls were now close to the hair; his cock was
rising to full size above my head. I quickly looked at the other two young
men. They too were now holding strong erections close to my body, at the
side and the foot.

It was Thanak's turn to speak and he addressed the watching boys. "In this
Ritual, Pan has the choice to Surrender to the Seed - to our Seed. We will
spread our Seed on his body. Pan lies here vulnerable and expossed. he can
get up and walk away at any time. Or he may be aroused and wish to
participate with us. Yet the true leader is able to remain calm and humble.
Please do not mistake this humility for weakness. In this Ritual, Pan can
demonstrate to you that his leadership does not require superiority or
power; he too is a lost boy, just like you. It is in the recognition and
acceptance of his vulnerability and weakness that he finds the strength to
be your leader and to grow in inner wisdom." Thanak was quiet for a few
moments, letting the impact of his words sink in. Finally, he instructed,
"You boys are witnesses to this Ritual. You are free to do whatever comes
naturally to you with just one restriction. Please do not approach this
platform, nor the people on and around it, until the Ritual is fully
complete. This is a Ritual for Pan only, tonight, which you are invited to
witness."

And with that, the three young men stepped close to my prone body. I closed
my eyes to begin with, but then opened them in order to look at these three
examples of malehood. Each man was stroking himself over my body. I'd
noticed that two were already circumcised; now I could see three strongly
engorged cockheads above me. I started to move my arm to reach up - until I
remembered the instruction to lie still. There was a power and presence to
each man. Each had tense thigh muscles; their bodies were bent slightly
backwards as they gripped their cocks. PeeJay's balls were almost bouncing
off my forehead. I could have tilted my head, extended my tongue and licked
them. I really wanted to! The shadows of the flames from the fire were
illuminating their bodies, as sweat began to form and trickle down their
torsos. I was aware of becoming excited and aroused; my cock was extending
inexorably as it jerked its way upwards until it lay on my belly. I was so
tempted to hold myself and join in the stroking. My fingers were twitching
by my side. It was incredibly hot to be watching these three strong men
standing over me, knowing my own state of arousal, and yet not responding.

>From across the clearing I could hear, but not see, some of the other boys.
It was evident that several were also participating in mutual pleasure. I
could make out the distinctive noises of Nong, Kong and Deep which I
recognised from my intimate moments with each of them.

Around me the three men were working themselves up towards their climaxes.
I wondered if I might self-ejaculate without even touching myself. Thanak
was grabbing at his balls with his free hand, tugging and pulling on them
as he made his swollen cock bounce around in the air. Zee was rubbing his
chest, pinching his nipples and using long, slow strokes on his gra-juu.
There was a slapping sound from PeeJay; I couldn't see what he was doing,
but I guessed he was using his palm to slap his own buttocks. His cock kept
thrusting forward over my head and face.

>From the clearing I heard the distinctive sound of Deep shooting his load.
I imagined his long cock that I had held and stroked only that morning as
he released an earlier load. That boy seemed to have an inexhaustible
supply of boy juices!  Not long afterwards, there was a shout from Chet as
he fired his cum. For a moment, I wondered who the recipient might be.

Quickly my attention returned to the three men standing and wanking around
me. Thanak was holding his balls tightly, two fingers pressed back between
his thighs. As I watched, a thick stream of sticky juice erupted from the
end of his cocks. He'd angled his cock downwards and I felt the gobs of
liquid land on my stomach. Several more pulses followed as I watched; he
was directing each burst onto my chest and belly. I could feel some of the
liquid start to dribble down my flanks. When his cock was spent, he moved
forward to let it rest on my skin.  The panting from Zee indicated that he
too was approaching his climax. He stepped forward, pushing my feet apart
with his knees so that he could get closer to my body. His cock looked
particularly thick and strong. He was looking directly at me as a powerful
jet of cum arced upwards from his cock. Lying in my position it looked as
if it was hanging in the air. Then I felt the warmth of the liquid as it
landed on my genitals. Three large bursts of his jism landed all over my
pubes, gra-juu, balls and inner thighs. It felt like I'd been draped in his
seed.  That left only PeeJay. My eyes flicked upwards to see him standing
over me. From such close distance his heavy balls and hard cock looked
enormous. His hand was working furiously. He'd watched the other two men
shoot their loads and this had only served to excite him more. I could see
his hand covered in pre-cum from his cock-head. Suddenly his hand froze and
his body jerked. I could sense the powerful spasm beginning in his root as
he started to eject his seed. He lowered the angle of his gra-juu until I
was looking directly at his wet, shiny cockhead. His first shot flew above
my face and fell on my chest. The second, third and fourth all landed
directly on my face, covering my nose, cheeks, mouth and chin with a sticky
mucous. My lips parted and a spoonful of his cum entered my mouth; I
swallowed his thick, salty juice. PeeJay's final dribbles fell into my
hair, and when he'd exhausted himself, he let his swollen cock rest on my
forehead. I resisted the temptation to move and take it directly into my
mouth - much though I wanted to.

The moment of stillness that followed lasted for several seconds. It was
only broken by a shout from the twins as they presumably reached their
shared climax - though quite which one was doing what to the other I didn't
know.

In the aftermath of the frenzy around me, I felt the fingers of the three
young men reach down to my body. Slowly they began to use their palms to
massage the skin on my face, chest, torso and legs. They were spreading
their juices all across my exposed body. The sensation of a six-handed
massage were exquisite. I tried to stay as still as I could, but it was
hard when so many hands were touching me so intimately. I wondered if
together they were going to bring me off as well - but they didn't. I
remembered that this was not about me and my pleasure!

At some signal after a couple of minutes of massage, the hands were
removed. "That completes the Second Ritual of Surrender to the Seed," said
Zee, "Pan has demonstrated to you the qualities of a leader and wise elder.
He is deserving of your respect." He turned to speak directly to me: "You
have done well. We will leave you a red gra-juu cloth as a sign of progress
on your journey. And now we will leave you and your friends to enjoy the
rest of the evening. We will speak again in a few days."

And with that, the three men melted back into the trees from which they had
emerged less than an hour before. I started to move and sit up on the
platform but before I could get very far, several of the boys had run
across towards me.

"That was incredible to watch," said Win, the first to speak, giving me a
hug. The other boys pulled me up off the platform. Despite the fact that I
was covered in cum, they all pressed in close, hugging, touching,
reassuring. Most of the boys seemed to be naked too - in so far as I could
tell from the press of flesh, the poke of some hard cocks, and the rubbing
of softer ones (- the ones I assumed had already cum). We shuffled across
towards the fire. I looked around the group. All were smiling back at me. I
could see drying cum glistening on at least two bodies. It felt incredibly
fraternal and bonding.

"We really admire you," offered Chet, "Watching those guys standing over
you and wanking was so hot I had to cum myself, but really - the way you
simply enabled them to have their pleasure shows what a great leader you
are."

"You certainly have my respect," chimed in Nong, "I'm not sure I could have
done that in your place."

"I certainly couldn't!" said Deep. I looked across the circle to him,
acknowledging his comment, and noticing that on this occasion his reticence
about exposing his body seemed to have lifted: his long gra-juu was
pointing straight out ahead of him, almost touching the next boy; he looked
like he could probably cum again.

"Enough!" I replied. "I think I should really go and get showered. You're
welcome to come and join me too if you wish!"

....... to be continued soon in Chapter 11 of 'THAI PAN' .................

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