Touch Me

by Poondu <poondu@bigfoot.com>

Chapter One

The young boy was asleep in his mother's brother's bed. His uncle was visiting the boy's family and he had been sent to sleep with the man in hope that he would learn new things that his parents and sister could not teach him. He felt in his sleep soft hands touching him, petting his thighs, back, belly, stroking his erect penis, they were not his father's hands, they were too soft, they were not his mother's hands nor his sister, their touch was different. The boy woke and stretched and his uncle turned him on his belly and kneaded his thighs and nates. The boy enjoyed the feelings his uncle's touch evoked in him and he cooed and wriggled. Then he felt fingers probing his anus like his father had done, only deeper. The fingers were inside the boy but he did not connect the feelings with entry, only that it felt good and he knew his uncle was teaching him something new. The boy felt the warmth of his uncle as he was pulled closer, he felt the man's erection between his nates, he felt the sharp thrust of penetration but his cries were stifled by a hand over his mouth at the same time as another hand retracted his foreskin and the smooth fingers on his glans brought him to the point of peeing. He felt the shudder of youthful orgasm and slept with his uncle still within.

Chapter Two

The two boys were bound together each cock in the other's mouth. Their coffee brown bodies were sullied by the charcoal remaining in the rough hewn log canoe, their cocks erect from the stimulation provided by the rocking to and fro of the canoe as it drifted with the current, their discomfort ameliorated by their love for one another, by the bond between them that their elders did not comprehend and could only banish them for.

Chapter Three

From earliest childhood onward touching and being touched was an essential aspect in the lives of those who lived in this land. Once a child was house broken it was no longer swaddled, there was no clothing—indeed there was no word for clothing in their vocabulary—and it was not at all unusual for children and parents, children and other relatives, even other adults or other children, to engage in periods of mutual touching.

Most families had two children, typically a boy and a girl, in that order, and might also include a lone grandparent or a stray uncle. In Peter’s family he was the younger; his sister was older by three years.

In his youngest period Samantha played with him most. He also enjoyed fondling from his mother and father but it was his sister he ran to mostly when he needed to touch or to be touched. At night he would mostly sleep on the outside, behind his father while his sister slept on the outside behind his mother. Sometimes he and his sister would sleep between their parents, sometimes only one of them would, but always the family slept together, under a grand wooly skin if the night was at all cool but usually just together in the sleeping loft of their home on the beach. In the morning when Peter’s father went off to fish he would always kiss the lad and give his little pecker a tweak. Mother would wake him later with caresses and ticklings and then, after breakfast, Peter and Samantha would wile away the day with the other children, on the beach or in the hills, helping with gardening, learning to gather wood, tend sheep, listening to the oral history of their peoples as told and illustrated by the village elders.

It was not unusual for the boy to sport an erection on and off during the day as he and the others of his ilk played with one another. The hardness would always soften quickly as soon as the petting ceased and was never a cause for embarrassment or concern. When Peter was of six summers he began to spend more time with his peers as his sister already spent more time with hers. Her time of first menstruation was near and in another few years she’d be eligible for her first mating camp. Normally this would happen to both children in the same summer with the boy taking one of his sister's friends for a mate and his sister likewise taking one of his friends. But because of his young age Peter would be left behind when Samantha went and so his parents were encouraging him to find an age-mate for the likelihood she would be mated and not return to the family home.

Jared turned up about that time. The only son of a distant friend of his aunt whose mother had lost her husband to the sea and so the boy would never have a sister. Peter and Jared hit it off well and went together through the ceremony of new teeth and their first time eating the penis.

In the culture of Peter and Jared the time when a young boy lost his two front teeth marked the beginning of his third life. A boy’s first life ended when he walked on his own and knew to pee outside where his father showed him; his second life ended with the loss of the two front teeth. These people believed that in order for a boy, for a man that is, to have seed with which to impregnate a woman, he must first ingest it as a boy from an older youth who has not yet bonded with his mate.

Eating the penis of an older youth was the culmination of a week of ritual. Fasting, dancing, arduous labour, oral history, all contributed to the time the neophyte spent away from his family for the first time in his life. During this week the boys lived in the young mens’ lodge where they were initiated into their third life. The older boys took the younger ones by turns, to eat, work, and sleep with, providing the touching and petting so essential to each of them. Sometimes a hard slap on a boy’s bum to spring him into action, other times a soft caress of his testicles or a pulling and stroking of his erect cock—tempting and exploring new sensations and emotions. The youths were careful neither to let the boys’ reach orgasm nor to let the boys bring them to climax. Peter remembered the times his father had induced climax in him as he lay on his back across the man’s hairy legs. His father would play upon his body like it was a musical instrument, singing long ululations in counterpoint to the boy’s moans and giggles. The big rough hands of his fisherman father would explore every crevice and hole of his young body—the boy would giggle as fingers tickled his thighs and belly, feet and armpits, and he would moan and whimper softly as those same fingers probed his mouth and ears, anus and foreskin. His young body would convulse in seemingly endless orgasm as his father tickled and his sister stroked. It was as much her education in how to please her future husband, as it was his pleasure and learning.

But now there were other hands, different ones each day, as the boys were swop’d around among the older youths. They were never brought to climax, as that was taboo during these exercises of getting acquainted and they were not allowed to touch themselves having been admonished not to and restrained as well. In the day they were always busy and watched, they slept with their hands bound loosely to their mentor of the night. As much as they were slaves driven to serve and learn they were also very nearly worshiped by the older youths who waited on their every need—from retracting their foreskin and holding their penis whilst they peed to wiping their ass and bathing them in the sea.

By the time Peter and Jared, along with several other age-mates, had reached the end of this week they had also been paired with youths four to six years older. Now they were at the evening of the final initiation. Tonight they would eat the penis and get their first taste of the seed they would begin ingesting until their own bodies began to create it. After this night any older boy in the village could call upon them for service and they would go off with him as needed but for tonight each would be the sole partner of the youth who had chosen them.

The first stage was a ritual cleansing of boy and youth; each washed the other in a communal shower. Then the youths knelt in front of their wards and gave suck to the stiff erect cocks of the boys only enough to show them the technique they were expected to use. Peter had never been sucked before. The idea had never occurred to him but the feelings were delightful and he could hardly wait not only to experience his mentor’s penis in his mouth but to play with Jared later when they could be together alone. After this preparation all of them, boys and youths, were blessed by the village shaman and admonished with further lessons and details. Then they went into the young mens' lodge where it was dark and aromatic wood smouldered on the fire in the middle of the floor.

The youths stood in a circle facing the fire, each with his boy standing in front and facing him. The initiates caressed and fondled their mentors at the dictates of the chanting from a chorus of four village elders in the darkness. The youths removed the birthcords from the initiates and threw them into the fire. Presently the boys were on their knees, the erect cocks of the youths at their lips. Small hands on boy cock retracted foreskins while larger hands twined hair, encouraged tasting, testing. Peter opened his mouth. His tongue explored the pee slit and tasted precum. The hands of his mentor pulled on his hair as the glans of this cock twice as large as his slipped through the gap where his new teeth would be soon. His own hands let go of the youth's shaft and found their way to the nates behind. As he pulled himself into the youth's pubes, his tongue explored the pee slit. Peter's youth began to stroke himself using his initiate's mouths in time with the chanting and in step with the other youths in the circle. The youths came together as if on cue and the boys swallowed greedily this seed that would soon make them men their fathers would be proud of.

As the night wore on individual youths and boys would couple again and again, each time the same pair, the boy eating the penis of the youth as often as the vitality of the youth could get it up again. In the morning the boys returned to their homes but from now on they would never be touched by their parents or sisters; now the only touching would come from the other youth of the village or their age-mate friends. Hardly a day would go by but one youth or another would be after Peter for his mouth. Since he and Jared were often together they were often tapped together. Sometimes they would take turns of one youth; other times they would each eat the penis of different youth. One thing remained the same and that was that after each occasion Peter and Jared would go down on each other, testing, tasting, to see if either one had begun to produce the seed nascent in their balls.

As the years progressed the boys grew, in stature and wisdom and technique. They were much sought after. In the little hut they'd constructed for their playing they would kneel back to back, their nates rubbing together, each taking two youths at the same time into their hungry mouths.

Chapter Four

Samantha came into her first menstruation and went away to prepare for mating camp; Peter was left more alone and as a consequence spent more and more time with Jared.

Activities at mating camp were a continuation of the tribal initiations that had started with each gender's puberty rites. Elders prepared the youths now in their thirteenth to eighteenth years with lessons and admonitions for the rigors of their fourth life and set them to tasks to give the young men and women ample time to learn if their enamoring of one another was truly worthy of a life-long mating or if perchance they might find another mate during this period as there were a number of unattached males and females present who had not bonded from previous mating camps. Ritual touching took on a special significance during this time since the mating process was as much a physiological one as a psychological conditioning. While a certain modicum of satisfaction was derived, each partner from the other, the absolute key was a physical response: The woman's body would begin to secrete precoital fluid while the man would gain a painful erection that would subjugate him to her wiles and could be reduced only by the consummation of their marriage. The man would usually endure this dull ache in his loins for several days while his friends could festoon his erect penis with garlands of flowers he would wear to the coupling. During this period after the mating it was forbidden for any boys to eat his penis but following copulation, if his wife conceived, he would be in great demand until she birthed at which time the man no longer gave his semen to the young boys.

Chapter Five

When he was nine Peter came face to face for the first time with the strange man who lived at the edge of his village.

Most penis eating encounters were initiated by the older boy seeking out a younger one to suck him off; there was a certain degree of traditional ceremony involved but in great part it was the nearly insatiable need of the sexually active growing boy desiring a pleasurable orgasm. The carefully orchestrated contrived homosexual behaviour provided an outlet.

Within the traditional framework of the culture penis eating was a small part of the value system passed from boy to boy along with other moral and practical lessons. Some of these lessons were taught by older men of the village during occasions generally more formal and organised than the one on one, almost chance encounters, driven by the sexuality of the youth.

Most of the men of the village were sexually unavailable to the boys. They have fathered their first child—in many cases one of these very boys—and so were removed from the pool of cocks to be sucked. Their penises were tied up, literally and figuratively.

Most, but not all. Gaurin lived beyond the edge of the village because he was not like the other men: he had neither wife nor children. His presence was tolerated only because he was a keeper of wisdom and tradition and would teach groups of boys according to the days of the year and the years of the boys. He was a village schoolmaster of sorts, every boy’s uncle—healer—confidant.

As a rule boys ate the penis only when it was asked of them by an older youth or implied by ceremonial occasions. However some few took an especial liking to the game, went beyond the strictures of ritual homosexual activity, these few would not wait to be asked nor would they stand on ceremony. In the weeks and months following Peter’s initiation into the cult of young cock suckers he, like his agemates, would take on any cock offered, they were in a hurry to grow up. Packs of young boys and older youth would sleep together in the youths’ lodge. At night a pairing off would begin with mutual touching and petting that brought on arousal of the youth and the boy and at some point the boy would be directed to kneel and eat the penis. It was all ritual. The morning would often bring a reprise of the previous night’s pairings. But as the novelty wore off the boys became more discreet if not even selective. Peter, on the other hand, while there was no shortage of young cock for him to suck, became pestiferous; as he would commence fellatio on any youth he found lying around on the beach.

At this same time he was participating in the more formal instruction of husbandry, fishing, goat and pig herding, conducted by the men of the village, and the moral and oral history lessons conducted by the elders. All of these teachers were men of family status and while they would accept from the boys the ritual touching that was so much a part of all their lives they did not become aroused nor respond beyond familial petting.

When Peter had annoyed one youth too many he was crossly told –Go and eat the penis of Gaurin, he will untie it for you little boy.

Gaurin recited the oral history of their tribe, illustrating his storeys with figures he created with a string woven of hair or plant fibers and interlaced on his fingers. Peter displayed a special aptitude for this game of string figures—Samantha had made a string for him out of her long black hair—and on occasion stayed on after the other boys left and so he learned figures they didn’t and was drawn closer to this man who saw in him a difference.

Gaurin was frightening up close, to a nine year-old anyhow. An ursine man unlike the others of Peter’s acquaintance, he was hairy, like the boy’s father—unusual in this race, most of the men had little body or facial hair—but lighter, almost blond. Even with this similarity to his father Peter was subdued. Gaurin’s cock was nearly hidden in a roan pubic nest. Mystery. He was not a family man.

Peter twisted his string around his wrist, a sign he was through accepting instruction and approached. He began the touching, the first servile overture that beg’d indulgence from the adult, his hands roved up the backs of the man’s leg from knee to nates. The man extended a heavy arm, enclosing the lad’s shoulders, drawing the boy closer, stroking his back, indicating permission to proceed. Peter went further: as one hand explored the man’s behind his other began a frontal assault, roving up the thigh, delving into the ruddy nest to seek testicles and draw forth the penis for which his mouth watered. Gaurin responded with his other hand on the boy’s chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples while the hand on his back he brought up to bear on the boy’s head. Peter’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. The object of his attention was fully erect and the hand on his head was directing him closer to it.

Peter was timorous at first, growing bold as the penis grew more hard and erect in his hand. There would be no kneeling in front of this man, his mouth would be too low if he were on his knees, the man was so tall, just bow his head—some how he felt almost this man’s equal. He withdrew the foreskin and saw it was not pierced. He kissed the glans and let his tongue explore the precum bubbling like water from a spring in the mountains. He opened wide his mouth as if to yell in horror or triumph and engulfed the head.

Gaurin gave himself up to the boy. There was no need to force him to continue, to finish what he’d started, like the others who never returned. This boy was special; he would return, he would come again and again.

Chapter Six

A week later during a special frenzy of activity in the youths’ lodge was the next time. Peter slip’d away at dusk and wandered through the shadows along the edge of his village to the lone hut of his new mentor. Somehow he sensed that what he was up to was, like the hut, beyond the bounds. Boyish ritual had given way to some amorphous mystery. He sensed adventure, like the first time he scaled a palm to fetch coconuts, and that was what being nine was all about.

A small bright blaze in the center of the hut shown through the portal, illuminating the seated man on the floor beyond. Gaurin’s eyes were closed. He sat with legs crossed—both hands clasped his enormous erection. Peter’s cock rose in anticipation as he apprehended this singular apparition and he entered silently and sat opposite the man, copying his pose tho he could get only three fingers around his own hard cock.

He stared at the man as the fire dwindled; he thought about adding fuel but instead, intoxicated by the vapours rising from the smouldering ashes, lay back and slept.

He dreamt.

He woke to the sensation of flying, of water, of smooth hands touching him all over, fingers probing his every opening, of mystical words heard in his mind and feelings in his heart. He was by turns warm then cold, full then empty, loved then rejected.

And then he seemed to sleep and wake again.

He was laying on the cold earth floor of Gaurin’s hut, still holding on to himself, his naked self was shivering with excitement, he wanted to wake the man now and tell him all he’d dreamt but decided to wait until morning and crawled in under the goat skin with which the man was covered and curled up against the vast belly and slept and dreamed some more.

When he woke next it was morning. Gaurin was again at the fire, preparing tea and cakes. The boy crawled out of the hut and completed his morning ablutions before speaking. He stood before the man, and, drawing himself up as tall as he could said –I am ready. –Ready? –For what ever it is you will show me next. And then he spoke the words he’d heard in his mind during the dream. Gaurin set aside the tea and cakes and picked the boy up and held him close, kissed him, set him down. They ran outside.

Gaurin carried the boy into the jungle after they had bathed together and laid him on a pile of banana leaves. The lad was still wet and the man commenced to lick him dry. Fingers tickling his feet, a tongue probing between his toes. He was laying face down, his arms extended over his head. He felt the touching, the tongue licking him, fingers tickling. He shivered, tingled, giggled, moaned. The licking was especially sensuous. The man’s tongue was not like a dog's, he’d been licked by a dog before, what boy hadn’t, they went fast, lapping, not licking. Now the tongue was up to his calves, the fingers dancing and stroking along his thighs. He felt his cock stiffen and stretch between the leaves. The tongue continued up his legs, the fingers petting his nates, separating his cheeks, probing, poking.

Now the tongue was in the crack of his ass, probing into his shit-hole while the fingers counted his ribs, then the tongue was counting his back bones. Then it was in his armpits and he could hear the slow deep breathing and feel the hot breath on his ears as the tongue licked them and the hands slowly lifted him and turned him over and laid him across the man’s hairy legs.

He felt the great cock aslant his belly and one of his hands was brought down to grasp it and he stroked it slowly as the man’s hand stroked his little boy cock.

While he stroked the man and the man stroked him other fingers probed his shit-hole—wet fingers—one slip’d in and out, then two, then three. A moan tried to escape his lips but instead spasms of orgasm shook his young bones.

Then the man lifted him away and he felt as if he were flying, spun around, turned over, a soft hairy belly against his own hairless chest. He felt the man’s cock between his nates, pressing in, gaining entry, his shit-hole opened and accepted. Hands on his shoulders pushed and impaled him and lifted him to sit. He was aware—Gaurin filling his innards—seeing twinkling eyes reflect back to him his own—his hands cupping the man’s hard nipples—the man’s hands lifting his nates and dropping them. The boy picked up the rhythm and the man’s hands moved to steady him, holding his torso, the fingers sliding over his ribs as he bounced up and down on the shaft in his ass. His lithe body once again shook with spasms of dry boyish orgasm as the cock inside him pressed upon some magic place. Suddenly the man reared up, his cock swelling as he shot into Peter the load he’d been hoarding since the lad’s last visit. Three, four, five times the boy felt the cuming and then Gaurin relaxed and lifted Peter off.

Chapter Seven

Peter and Jared, having eaten the penis of every youth in their village began to travel the circuit of other villages along the shore and inland of their island. Gaurin became their special friend and agent as the news of their ability spread. Here were two boys who would not only let a youth fuck their face but more than accept it as part of their own growth they heightened the pleasure of the one who's penis was eaten by their technique. The two would often take on one youth, their mouths alternating on the young man's erection, drawing him out and then switching off between spasms so they each got a dose of semen. On other occasions the two boys would service two men each while others waited their turns. Always, afterwards, Peter and Jared would retire to a dark corner or go out to some hole in the forest and lay down together where each boy would take the other's ever harder and larger cock in his mouth and taste and search carefully for the substance that would mark the beginning of his manhood. Each secretly hoping to be first as much as he hoped they would get cum at the same time. They gave no thought to the future, that the hard cock of the mating ritual, the lasting erection that could be reduced only by the woman, would separate them forever.

They had seen the young men return from mating camp with their erections standing straight up, curved back against their bellies, foreskins fully retracted and purple glans shining, the man's eyes begging relief of every boy who came by to touch him, to stroke his hardness. But none were permitted by the admonitions to suck. Now only the wife-not-yet could have this wondrous erection.

Peter and Jared went to their first mating camp in their thirteenth summer and came away still single. They discovered each other’s cum and passed through the first ceremony that ultimately would change their status from taker of the penis to giver of the penis: for the first time they were sucked by someone else, someone other than each other. The experience had changed them little but to heighten the feelings they had for each other. They would run along the beach hand in hand as the little kids would, bathe each other as brother and sister, work side by side as man and wife or father and son. None but Gaurin noticed their special friendship and he only discreetly mentioned his pleasure at seeing them together. The two boys would now suck from the older youth and then give suck to the next generation of young boys but always they would still go off and lay down to suck each other.

Chapter Eight

When they were fourteen, at their second mating camp they bonded. Despite the feelings for each other they were only dimly able to articulate, though not in the least unaware of, they went off with females uncommitted to a mate as they themselves. Partway through the week long ceremony the two boys met; the need for each other's touch overwhelming in their hearts all consideration for the warnings of Gaurin that the special friendship of their boyish days would be less and less acceptable to the elders as the boys matured. But even Gaurin, despite his own proclivity and experience, did not foresee the ultimate bonding.

The boys met in a secluded part of the camp, a hut like all the others where a single person might come to meditate or a pair might split off from the larger group to bond, near a pool under a waterfall where they could bathe. Peter and Jared met there, by the pool. They kissed briefly and touched and then went in the water to bathe each other as they always had. This time there was something else though and both felt it: they had to wash away the caresses of all the others—the females who had been trying to bond with them, the caresses of their parents from when they were young boys—for something momentous was about to happen.

Their usual play in the water was subdued by the portent of what they were about to accomplish. Neither understood the others reticence; they washed each other's body while failing to touch the other's mind. The only sound was the plashing of the water as handfuls were scooped and laved. Finally they stood facing one another and kissed and hugged and walked hand in hand from the water and ran along the sandy verge to the hut. On a deck in the warm sun they lay their brown bodies together, twining legs and arms, hard cocks in mouths, hands touching, caressing, probing, as they had never done before. Their orgasms came together and they lay back softening, hearing only the breathing and sighs of each other. But something was different. In the past few days they had crossed a fine line between boys playing and lovers unfulfilled—questing for a mate—looking for that bond their community expected them to return with. The admonitions of the elders and the warnings of Gaurin mixed in their minds like a kettle of fetid soup and a momentary anguish brought them to roll apart but their boyish wonderment brought them together again as their minds worked as one and their hands explored what their thoughts could not. Soon they were hard again with a fervor never before encountered. Their cocks were more than just erect, they were curved with the strain, tips purple, oozing precum on their bellies as they petted and stroked and licked. Peter lay atop his lover; their cocks pressed between them, glans rubbing together as Jared, with his hands on Peter's nates jostled the boy up and down.

When Peter lifted himself off Jared to turn about and sixty-nine their curved cocks were hooked together, as if a sign, and the dull ache in their loins became a momentary sharp pain as the cocks were pulled away. It was a difficult but intense coupling the boys had this time, the stiffness of Jared's cock made it hard for Peter to get it into his mouth without causing discomfort to his lover and he felt this same discomfort as Jared pulled his cock away from his belly. They slid together to new positions, heads tilted back, feeling the pressure on their tongues, the length against the back of their throats. Their orgasms were violent with spasm after spasm of cum shot into the other's gullet but there was no softening when the cum ran out. They had bonded.

Peter slid off from atop Jared and they sat and kissed, cum drooling from their lips, down their hairless chests, their still erect cocks straining upwards looking for that relief they knew only a woman could give.

As the realisation of their condition blossomed in their minds they knew they could never go back to the group, nor even to their homes. Their erections would be like waving a flag—I'm bonded! I'm bonded! And here is my mate!

But the mate you would be holding by the hand would be another boy. What about that they asked of each other. Who would understand? Perhaps Gaurin? But what would happen if they left the mating camp now, before its culmination? Did that matter—they could not show themselves in their present condition, their paired erections would only tell of their illicit bonding, they would be ostracized. Gaurin was their only chance.

The wiles of memory are such that it is choosy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral of past accomplishments—the love these two boys had for one another and the others of their families as they grew and matured and worked through their boyhood—and indelibly billboards for all to see and ridicule the boys now playing with each other, flaunting that same love which because they are now older is no longer acceptable to their community.

The ache between their legs was a fearful hardness, an incipient orgasm that would not come to climax nor go away. Peter thought of all the times his father and sister and uncle toy’d with him, stroking him to this point only to leave him to soften and he wished for their touch now. He thought of all the times he and Jared, when they were but young boys exploring each others bodies, discovering what pleasured them, eating the penis, and more recently being eaten by others, and he wished again for that release. But all this thought only exacerbated his agony. Now he was mated to the boy he loved, loved in a way no girl could understand, and no girl would provide relief.

He thought of taking his own life. Suddenly it became clear what had happened to James and Charles, two boys a few years older than him, when he of was ten years. He and Jared had sucked them together once and now he remembered how close they were, how alike those two boys were to these two now laying side by side in the warm sun, in the spring of their love. They never returned from their first mating camp. Nobody ever spoke of them; their families never mourned. He spoke of them now to Jared and Jared had been thinking of them also.

They sucked again. Slowly, teasing, and then again quickly, violently, fucking each other’s face. Each orgasm left them only frustrated, drained but not softened. And they spoke again of suicide together. But in the end they decided to slip away that night and find their way to Gaurin in the hope that he would know some way to help them.

When they did not return to the group for evening meal some thought at first they might have found their mates early but all the girls were accounted for. Could they be ill? Or lost? Some knowing elders’ heads began to nod and murmur—lost perhaps but not as you children perceive, we see the wrath of the guardians of the flutes may have been visited upon them. Go and seek them if you will but you will not find them.

Peter and Jared slipped away through the jungle and walked along the dark beach to the outskirts of their village where Gaurin had his hut. Now another thing came clear in their minds as they chatted—Gaurin was like them, one of them, what ever they were. That had to be why the old man had never bonded with a woman, it would explain why he lived alone, apart from the village, visited only occasionally by a boy come to eat his penis. Few went to suck him more than once.

When Gaurin saw them, fulvous apparitions limed by the dust of mourning they had smeared on their bodies, he first wondered who had died and why were they coming to tell him, but then he spied their hurting erections and the tears of grief that filled his eyes became tears of joy and he embraced them together and stroked their backs and touched their hard cocks. They moaned at his touch and cried out their storey.

Gaurin spoke quietly of his joy that they had come to him right away for James and Charles had not. It had been Gaurin who found them eventually, each boy choked to death by the turgid cock of his bonded mate in his mouth, in the secret hollow he himself had once used, and more recently had been occupied by the lovers standing before him now. He told them how he buried them in that spot, laying just as he found them, and how sorry he was they had not come to him first for he did know how to finish the bonding, to emulate the relief the woman could provide but the boys would have to be carefully prepared else one or both of them could die as his own love had, poisoned by the very act that saved himself.

Jared and Peter knelt before the man and clasped his thighs; their still hairless bodies a grayish white against his deep tan, and begged his forgiveness for what they’d done. He explained that forgiveness was unnecessary, they’d done nothing requiring forgiveness but love one another—it was only the shortsighted and prudishly vindictive elders of their tribe who judged their love wrong. But now was time to clean the boys and prepare them to finish the bonding.

Chapter Nine

He led them to a pool in the stream behind his hut, the same stream that came down from the pool and waterfall by the hut where they had mated, and washed each one carefully. They in turn washed him and when all were clean returned to his hut.

In his youth Gaurin had loved a boy just as Peter now loved Jared: The two had been playmates when they were young boys and after the ceremony of eating their first penis they shared every moment of their lives—waking in one another’s embrace, working side by side in the gardens, eating the penis of their mentors’. And it was some of those other elders who now shook their heads. But their remembrance of those times was not with the same fondness as Gaurin. They saw an abomination returned to haunt them, to warp the minds of the young, while Gaurin saw a beauty beyond their language’s ability to express.

When Gaurin and Thomas drove each other to the peak of mating it was under the very same circumstances as Peter and Jared. It surprised them both and they feared the retribution, the castigation, of their peers and elders. But Gaurin remembered something an even older man had told him, a man who’d watched over him as he now guarded Peter. There is a way, the man had told him, to have a man be like a woman, to culminate the bonding and relieve the erection that makes men dependent on them. First you must go into the village and find a young boy.

Gaurin prepared a cathartic, which he fed the boys, and while he waited for that to have its desired effect the fetched a young boy from the village and prepared an anesthetic balm from coca leaves and a pig’s melt. After the purgative had cleansed their bowels he applied the balm to Jared’s anus as the lad lay on his back with his ass up in the air, holding his knees to his chest. The young boy, blindfolded and insensible, was used to loosen and relax Jared’s sphincter. He had been instructed to push his fingers, first one and then two, and then his hand, and finally his arm up to the elbow, into this warm place to find something the old man required. Peter helped push the boy’s arm in and then to pull it out. The grease and coca were doing their job and Jared felt nothing but the stimulation bringing wave after wave of unfulfilling orgasm. When Gaurin judged Jared to be sufficiently dilated so as not to tear his anus Peter mounted his lover. Gaurin and the boy stood by while Peter entered Jared. At first Peter was apprehensive but as he pushed his rock hard cock into the anal passage of his friend he was ecstatic. Never would their lives be the same. The tightness, the heat of penetration, the orgasmic spasms of Jared as Peter’s cock pressed upon its target, and finally Peter’s orgasm spewing his cum into Jared’s ass even as Jared’s cum spurt onto his belly, all had their desired effect and Peter was relaxed and came out softened.

Gaurin had them exchange positions and the young boy was again employed to prepare the youth’s anus for insertion. Everything went well and the two were relaxed and ready to return to the mating camp before dawn. The young boy stayed the rest of the night with Gaurin where he exchanged suck with the man and was put to other use as well.

Chapter Ten

When a young man’s wife gave birth he would drive a pointed stick through his foreskin and tie his penis up to a cord around his waist—he was no longer available to the young boys, his penis was for his wife only. Now, while Peter’s circle of friends were piercing their foreskins to mark their entry into their fifth life, he and Jared were still in demand by the younger boys of the village.

When they had returned to the mating camp nearly a year ago their storey was that they had been ill and passed the night in a stupor in the woods; perhaps it was something they ate. The storey was accepted and they were fawned and fondled for the rest of the camp. During the year they made much use of the lessons Gaurin had taught them, but only between themselves. Jared preferred to 69, Peter preferred to fuck his friend’s ass and in that matter Jared would acquiesce after he’d been brought to climax. Now they were obliged to attend their third mating camp and something happened that neither they nor Gaurin could anticipate.