Preface: This story is a boy's fantasy and nothing more. It does not represent actual events (I'm afraid) and should be read only for the enjoyment of living that fantasy through the written word. If descriptions of boys experimenting with their sexuality bothers you or offends you, read no further. This is my first real attempt at writing in this style.
Chapter 2
Joining the Pack
The day started like any other to Kirk. He worked with the younger scouts teaching them a variety of things, helping them with their merit badges and checking off the skills in their scout handbook, but I would never be the same again. I had lived a dream last night and if I died right then, I would have felt my deepest need in life had been accomplished. Surely there was nothing more I could experience that could be any finer or fully engaging and exciting. The whole morning was reliving in memory each smell, touch and taste of Kirk. My fingers moved unconsciously to my crotch as thoughts of circling around his one-eyed monster played over and over in my mind. As the day worn on I felt like any other addict denied his drug: anxious, worried about my next fix, scheming to get what I needed and telling myself all I needed was just one more taste. Time passed slowly through the morning; my thoughts were how to get my drug, with no thought of cost and promising myself just one more hit. My drug didn't come from a syringe, it came from an 8" uncut piece of hard flesh and it lived between KirK's legs.
A few times during the day Kirk came by and asked how things were going. His eyes and smile told the story to anyone who was aware but only the two of us knew what we enjoyed. His look engaged my eyes and when he put him arm around my shoulders it was all I could do to stand under the weight and the thrill of his attention and touch. Kirk had promised that we had 4 more nights together and I wanted night # 2 to hurry up and arrive. I needed a fix. Kirk was the only one up to that time who could give it. There couldn't be anyone else that could help me satisfy my addiction, or so I thought.
After lunch, down time was always scheduled. It allowed most of the adults to snooze for a while before hitting the activities of the evening, but also provided time for first timers to explore around the woods and the older boys to have some fun away from the younger ones. Everyone was left to their own devises pretty much for 3 hours or so.
I walked toward the tent; I was tired from not sleeping but a few hours the night before. No sooner had a climbed into the hot tent and tied off the canvas window covers than I was met with Kirk's' voice as he came through the tent flaps and closed them behind him, "Come on kid, a few of us are going to check out some old Indian mounds about a mile and a half down the lake. No one is allowed to go that far from camp but the OA and since you're the new member, we thought you would like to go with us. I think you will find it more than interesting. Put your trunks on since part of the time we'll be catching an early swim out of sight of the others."
Kirk had already begun to strip in order to change. He sat down and took of his shoes and sock, then stood and peeled off the sweat soaked jersey, loosened his belt to let him pants drop and without any hesitation stepped out of his jockeys. He stretched around this way and back again all the while standing naked in front of me and in no hurry to cover up. In the light of day I could so much more muscle definition and the beautifully tanned tone of his skin. The pusher had my drug. There was no tent, campout, or other campers at that moment; there was only Kirk's body and I was transfixed over its perfection and studies the detail as I sat on my pack before it.
I decided Kirk really enjoyed showing off what he owned and why not? He had a right to do so. The object of my obsession hung limply at first in front on his muscular thighs. The reddish brown limb of skin branched out of a thick mound of pure blonde hair. The wakening monster guarded a good deal of the skin sac nestled behind it. Each side of the pouch hung down low holding Kirk's twin orbs. Each seemed to stretch it to its maximum, the left hanging slightly lower than the right. As he shifted from one leg to the other, the whole package swayed bak and forth as though waving at me. My eyes were riveted to what stood inches before me.
Kirk moved around the tent looking for his trunks. Each muscle rippled in complete cadence whether standing, bending or stretching. When he found his trunks he moved toward me again as I was sat and stared. As I stared straight ahead, my face was even with his waist and his swaying cock. My eyes opened wider as each inch melted away in front of me. The light of day was somewhat filtered, but provided more mouthwatering detail. Curves and blue colored veins crisscrossed the length and girth of it. The skin was mix of brown and brick red. At the tip was rolls of skin protecting that perfectly symmetrical head as it drew together in front like puckering lips. The whole shaft curved slightly to the left. My mouth had filled with saliva as though preparing for another taste, an unhurried sample unlike last night as Kirk stepped closer to me. When his beautifully hung limb was so close I could smell its odor only a couple of inches away, my hand reached up to lift its skin puckered tip into my waiting mouth. It had come to life once again and begun its growth cycle. The skin stretched in length and width. The fold of skin began to open slightly as the kingly crown began more pronounced as it swelled under the skin. Kirk stopped about 4 inches in front of me. Even Kirk didn't exist at that moment, only the object of my addiction that I knew needed my attention if just for a moment.
My hand automatically lifted up the semi-hard organ by resting the skin shrouded head in my palm. Carefully I closed my hand around the head, loosely so as to feel it grow. Just the feel of its strength energized my body with jolts of adrenaline and hormones. My other hand reached behind to fondle one and then the other egg in the heavy sac of skin. My eyes focused on the beautiful plaything now under my control. The temptation to play with the folds of skin surrounding the crown was irresistible. With such a clear view, I renewed my play of peek-a-boo from last night by peeling the skin back to expose the perfectly round, bulb of engorged flesh. Then I slipped the skin back in place so that only the very tip and pee hole were visible to me. This game repeated itself several times. Kirk's breathing became more and more noticeable. It was obvious he was enjoying the midday attention.
As his cock hardened, it could now stand at a perfect 45 degree angle on its own. It bounced menacingly just in front of my mouth. There was a drawn to want to take in each of them at once. I started with the attractive globes resting behind. I pulled the entire sac to my lips and leaned forward kissing first the right, then the left nut. My lips puckered into a circle so as accommodate their gracious curves. I could feel Kirk's hard on throbbing against my ear as it lay across the side of my face as if to demand its own attention. It felt so good to have the freedom to explore everything and anything I wanted. And I did want to explore it all in new ways as I grew more comfortable with my feelings and desires. My tongue cleaned his sweaty skin while my fingers traced the back of the sac to the hole between his muscular cheeks.
After a short time, I drew back so that the jealous little guy staring at me could be equally provided for. My mouth opened and I leaned forward to allow just the curve of its head to press against my lips. My hand automatically massaged his egg sized nuts while my tongue did the same to my hooded friend. I jetted my tongue all over the tip opening my mouth a little further after a time so I could enjoy the curved surface as well as the loose skin shroud.
Just as I became totally absorbed in my exploration, Kirk broke the silence: "Hey kid, this feels too good, but we've got to stop it there much as I hate that. Man, you are good Kid! But, plenty of time for that tonight. Right now we got other things to do. The guys are waiting on us. I think you will really enjoy this first trip out with us. I can almost guarantee it."
I drew back quickly as thought waking from a dream and turned away. I could feel the heat of embarrassment rise through my neck to my face. Kirk seemed to enjoy doing that to me, but in a playful way. I figured it was another dominance devise but I also kind of liked it each time he showed me that attention.
I scurried to get undressed and changed while Kirk pulled on his trunks- still facing me. My eye caught one more glimpse of his snake's head as Kirk stuffed it down into baggy surfer trunks. That would have to do until tonight I figured. I knew we would have our time tonight and I would take my time finishing was I had just started.
I stripped off my uniform as quickly as I could with no hesitation. While I was still somewhat embarrassed to stand nude in front of Kirk because of the obvious difference, I felt much better about it today . He sure didn't mind playing around with what I had to offer last night, I quipped to myself with some sense of pride. Maybe I'm better than I thought.
When we threw open the flaps to get outside, the guys were already assembled. I wondered how long they had been there and what could they see or hear of what I was doing. Just thinking that they might have seen something was causing me to turn all red and so covered myself as much as possible with my towel.
When all was ready we headed down to the bank of the lake North. The weather was warm and overcast. A light lake breeze brought the brackish smell of the water to my nose. I revered the outdoors and the beauty of nature. It was so simply beautiful yet so intimately complex in design. Perhaps that part of me was what was so drawn to enjoy Kirk's natural simplicity and complexity of beauty and form. He wasn't overly muscled, but appeared to have developed each one to the point that one graced the one next to it or under it and witnessed to the power they could bring to bear together if needed.
As Kirk lead the pack, I stood behind mostly and watched the others as they jockeyed to be close to him without acting as though they were usurping his authority to lead. It didn't really bother me that they paid little attention to me. Occasionally, though, Kirk stopped and waited until I was next to him as he began a joke or a story. He made sure I was a part of his world all right. I felt important and accepted but I wondered if I had not done what I did last night or just before we started this hike, would it still be the same.
The distance passed by in no time. Up ahead was a stand of trees that lifted above the others. The tree tops formed a gigantic circular green crown. To be sure they were up on a mound about 10 yards up from the edge of the lake. As we approached, the brush and vines clung tightly around the trunks and wove themselves up into an impenetrable barrier preventing any entrance to the center. Without a word, the group walked around the outside, looking up at the trees until they all stopped in front of one of the larger ones. High above the brush and brambles was an "X" carved into the bark, barely noticeable, but nonetheless man-made and obvious to anyone knowing its whereabouts, yet indistinguishable from anyone else's notice.
Without hesitation, Kirk pulled out his machete and hacked a line straight down from the top of the matter vines and brush to the ground. He reached into the opening he had just created and pulled. A section of the dense growth began to open outward. When Kirk had completely pulled the bushes aside a frame made of old branches and twine was visible giving form to the door of brush. The basic door frame had been laced though with the vines growing next to it making a natural covering over the frame. The vines growing across it also created a natural hinge. Quite ingenious, I thought
Very naturally all the guys entered through the opening into the now visible center created by the circle of trees and brush. I followed although unsure of what I would find. I was also wondering what they knew and I didn't. All of it made me uneasy but I followed the group in followed lastly by Kirk who closed the "door".
I looked around. Not much was there but it was obvious that they had all been there before.
"All right, let's get the cleaning and repairs done first." ordered Kirk. Dekwon and Ted went over among the smaller bushes of the interior and uncover a tarp hidden under a layer of leaves and dirt. . From under the tarp they pulled a ball of twine and some plastic fasteners and set to work repairing any of the wooden door structure that looked fragile or rotten. A couple of the others raked up some of the extra leaves or branches that had fallen into the camp and brushed or threw them out the door. Kirk continued to direct the action and clean up for the next few minutes.
Kirk went over to a stump situated in the middle of the mound and sat down. With Kirk sitting there and directing the clean up and repair work, it may have just as well been a throne. When the clearing was in shape, the door repaired and closed to any suspecting eyes again, the pack began taking off their shirts. Kirk as well took off his shirt and laid it carefully on a nearby bush off the ground. Rich brought a box to Kirk who reached in and handed each boy a plastic container of what looked like paint. Each boy worked to loosen the tops, stick his finger in the mix and then marked his chest, cheeks and stomachs with stripes of paint. It was all done in silence and I was not included.
I looked around at the other 6 boys as they decorated their bodies. They ranged in age from 14 to 18. I was still the youngest at 13. They were a variety of sizes and colors. Two were Black, one Hispanic and the rest Anglo. Some nicely developed bodies indicating their maturity. A couple, like DeKwon displayed nicely layered muscle, others were more normal, none, however, was out of shape or misshaped. A couple had some stubble on their face , Dekwon also had a shaved head and ear ring. I looked around and took it all in. They all had an attraction to me in some way or another. Here I was sitting with them. and they looking at me like a tribe of rainbow Indians.
Kirk then spoke up again. "Jase, we came here to perform the rite of initiation for new members of the OA pack. Each year as a new member enters the pack, we go through this ritual. This ritual is not new, it is the same which was done by the Capotee Indians who dwelt around this lake years ago and each of us has gone through it as it has been done since this troop initiated its first members into the Order of the Arrow.
This mound was planted and keep sacred by the braves of the Capotee and was only known to them just for this purpose. Every young brave who reached manhood was brought to this spot and the ritual performed so he could become a man. We have maintained the heritage and custom in our pack."
I was very uneasy not knowing what the "ritual" was and what my part was to be as I looked around at the faces of each of the other guys and they looked back at me. The smiles of earlier were replaced with straight, serious countenances indicating the nature and substance of what Kirk had said was true.
"Ah, what ritual? What do we do?" My voice crack as I asked. Leave it to me to sound like a wimp, I thought.
"To understand and appreciate the ritual, you need to understand what it accomplishes first." With that Kirk stood to finish. "In this life we are bonded by the most sacred of connections to one another. There's a part of a man that's sacred and revered; it belongs only to him. It is his mark. It's the basis of his strength among men and his gentleness and love among women. Every man posses his own essence and it's what makes him who he is. It is who he is. The Capotee believed that as a man shared that substance or essence with another man, the one receiving it, received a part of of the one who provided. His essence then became part of the receiver as it entered him and spread throughout him. This ritual is designed to make all of us in the pack one of the other. It is your time to become one with us and for us to become a part of you." With that ending Kirk stood and looked at me deeply and seriously.
The others continued to look at me silently as thought a response was called for but I was speechless at first as my eyes glanced around the circle not knowing the right way to answer.
"W-w-w-hat is the ritual? What part of you do I need to become part of?" I stammered out.
"First, are you willing and ready to become one of the pack? Or do you refuse?"
`I don't know. What is it? Will it hurt, is it painful?"
Kirk's disarming broad smile spread across his face and his voice tone changed to match as he answered, "Based on what I know about you, Jase, I think you will enjoy every minute of it. Remember that all of us here with you have gone through the same ritual and survived. Not only will you survive, but you will look forward to bringing in every new member to the pack. I promise you that."
I thought about the consequences of refusing and the possibilities of what lay ahead that night in our tent, Kirk and me and how that could change if I disappointed him now. Really there was no other answer.
"I want to be part of this pack. I'll do what you say to do. " The words had to be forced out and were barely audible, but nonetheless spoken and I was committed. I only wondered what they would bring to bear.
"Good! Jase, you sit here." Kirk pointed to the stump behind him. "I promise you will not be hurt in any way and you can stop it when ever you want. But if you don't go through the whole ritual, it's over and you will never be accepted by the pack. Understood?"
His return to a serious mood bothered me. If they could, I could I convinced myself hesitatingly. I looked at Kirk squarely in the eyes and answered, "Yeah, I understand."
Kirk went on, "The essence of the man is in his sperm. The power of the man is in his manhood, his penis. The spirit of the man is in his willingness to share himself with others. The ritual will make you one of us as we offer our manhood to you. And as we share, you must take us in. In doing so, you become one of us and we become part of you. That's the way it was done then, at this spot, and that is what we will do now. If you refuse anyone, you also fail and the ritual must be repeated at another time. Do you understand what is required?"
I nodded yes.
Kirk went on with the preparation. From the knapsack he took a neckerchief and a black glass tumbler. Kirk brought the glass over to me. Beautifully etched in the glass were the heads of three wolves and under the middle my name done in old English lettering. It was impressive. When its done, this glass will remind you of the closeness we will have with you and you with us."
"I still am not sure what to do."
"You will be blindfolded as you sit where you are. Each one of us in turn will approach you and present you with our dick. You are to know us as only a man can know another man. You are to feel and taste as much as you can. You won't know which of us is before you but each will only stand before you once and when we have all finished, you must be able to name the order in we came. If you can do that, you have passed the first part of the test. When you have finished, I will explain the second part."
After Kirk moved to cover my eyes I sat quietly and listened to the movement of feet and some whispering waiting to see what would happen next. I heard some footsteps come toward me and stand in front of me. Without warning a pair of hands held each side of my head. I resisted at first, but heard Kirk say in the distance, "It's all right, Jase, just let it happen." With his word I relaxed. The hands drew my head forward and immediately I detected a strong odor. I breathed in deeply while the hands gently guided my head further slowly until my lips touched a warm round object. The object was warm and smooth, I brushed my lips across it a few times but could not tell much . I lifted one hand and felt the solid pole sheathed in some soft skin and knew then it was someone's cock sticking straight out poking me in the face. I latched both hands around it and felt up and down it's length excited now about what was expected of me. It just then occurred to me that I would be presented with every single dick in the pack under the guise of an initiation. This was going to an afternoon I would never forget or want. Once I understood, my dick began swelling in my pants uncomfortably but I was to busy right then to pay attention to it.
As my hand travel up the curve of its head, it was quickly obvious that he was uncircumcised like Kirk but the size wasn't even in the same ballpark. The crown were covered with a thick accumulation of puckering skin at the entrance. I began to relax and set to work on identifying its owner. My thumb found the entrance to the layered skin and circled around the inside along the ridges and curved tip several times. My mouth opened just slightly allowing the bulb shaped tip to move past my lips and onto my tongue which went to work exploring instantly. The taste was strong but I adjusted to it at once. The head was flat, more oval than round. It was much smaller than Kirk's but definitely a turn on when my mind played the images of a 5 -6" uncut as I continued to pick up clues.
I curved my tongue around the soft head and alternately ran it across the crown and vertical slit. I maintained one hand around the body of my new meaty friend massaging and squeezing it for all it was worth. My other hand drifted below and found a fuzzy sac holding two cat's eye size marbles. and then traced the underside of his skin sac to the back of his buttocks and the tight little hole within. After fingering around the hole for a while my hand resumed its exploration of the two fine nuts handing between two muscular legs. I loved running my hands along the leg muscles and the inside of the thighs. They were muscles built for speed not powerful like some of the others. Even as my hand traveled across his abs and all around his mis section and legs, there wasn't any fat, but streamlined, firm muscle designed and trained for speed and grace. Dekwon, one of the Black kids, was a school track star with a sleek, fast body.
Now that I knew it was Dekwon, I could explore freely. Now it was play for me and the object of my fun was was throbbing at my every touch. I coaxed the loose skin forward again to jacket the little man's bald head. My thumb and fingers enjoyed the feel of the skin particularly on the inside. I stuffed two fingers in the puckering lip and circled around inside a few times more playing with the slit at the tip and massaging the upturned lip at its base.
Physically, he was as perfect a specimen as Kirk but in an attractive hazel black skin, firm taut muscles as though his skin had been shrink wrapped in place. He was beautiful in every way as Kirk, but a much smaller size. I wanted this first chance to explore his body to last as long as possible.
As I licked and sucked every inch of Dekwon's rigid tool. Dekwon's breathing was heavy and more guttural and his hips were rocking now to my touch. He would come very soon and I wanted all he could spill into my throat. Carefully I opened my mouth and with one hand I guided his throbbing tool past my lips and along my tongue one more time feeling it would only be a minute. The feel of this fresh young boy tool in my mouth was exquisite. Dekown's hips pushed forward erratically as the desire mounted for him to prepare to send me his seed. His hands were pulling my mouth forward forcing his swelling cock deep into my waiting mouth. To keep from gagging on his thrusts I grabbed his hips and provided the rhythm and depth to allow me to breathe and still give him the maximum contact with my tongue, lips and throat.
With each push away I increased the suction and pressure with my tongue. Before long I could hear the tell tale sounds of deep pleasure escaping with longer moans of intense, profound ecstasy. I began stroking his length with one hand a little more speed as my mouth and tongue did their work on the stubby tip while the other pulled gently on his two sperm factories below. Only minutes passed, the moan, though somewhat muffled, gave away that Dekwon was ready. Just as I felt his balls rise and the thickness of his dick widen, the warm cock pulled away from me. I could hear Dekwon's distinctive voice exclaim the relief he was feeling but not in my mouth. I had prepared to take all of what I had worked for but was denied.
Before I could state my protest there was some rustling in front of me and two more hands were guiding my head forward. I took to knowing my task immediately and in fact relished this serious initiation forgetting Dekwon's hasty retreat.
This tube of meat was different. The odor was slighter and in fact there was a presentation of cologne signifying someone who was perhaps meticulous about how he looked and smelled. James came to mind immediately. He was always perfectly dressed, shirts ironed, shoes polished or cleaned. His cologne of preference was Paul Sebastian© and he wore it, I guessed, all over himself. I opened my lips enough to encircle the tip of the dick. It was wider, bigger across my lips. My hand reached up and began measuring length and girth and then fell to the globe sac hanging below. They were good size, certainly bigger than Dekwon's and James was older, more mature so that too would fit. He even sported a scraggly goatee. His musculature was much fainter. They were developed or cultivated as with Dekwon or Kirk, but he nonetheless was smooth and inviting along his abs and thighs My mind ran through the others in the pack but none fit so nicely as James and so I settled on James and then relaxed and set about exploring his package of delight.
His two walnut sized balls felt good in my hand, natural. They could both fit at the same time which gave me plenty of room for play. I twisted them this way and that as though I was very carefully measuring them when in fact I had the best time squeezing and rubbing them together. At the same time my mouth opened to invite in his 6" soldier. I could feel the swollen ridge as it traveled along the bottom of his dick from the symmetrical, smooth head to the base nestled in patch of wiry pubic hair. My thumb rubbed it back and forth enjoying the full feel of it while my eager tongue began to explore the flares along the ridges taking special care to scrub the sensitive triangle underneath. Each pass of my tongue brought a counter thrust forcing it farther into my mouth. The head was much wider, flatter and the ridges flared upward like a ski jump. The cock seemed average enough in length but enjoyed a good full width. It was cut and there was little loose skin to play with. It was all tightly pulled and stretched to its max.
I had to take a short break and reached down into my trunks again. My dick was rock hard, crowded and swollen. It hurt like hell in the cotton mesh bag. A long steady squeeze helped numb it some so I could concentrate on my second live offering. I would deal more with it later.
The pre-cum had began flowing from James' rod nicely and its taste was enough to keep me milking the ridge below for more, draining every drop forward into my mouth. In the background, the moans were louder the spastic movements increasing. I was in control and it felt so good. I could stop the whole experience right now and put my hands to exploring other areas of his body and leave him in agony, or continue. It was up to me and the power was exhilarating. I could feel his balls tightening, the thrusting forward more pronounced and his tool thickening. I prepared for a warm spray of thick cheesy fluid again, but once again the dick was pulled from my mouth. I could heard James' voice strain at his release, but still I was ignored.
After some shuffling of feet two more hands urged my head forward. I went right to work, not wasting any time in my frustration. I noticed early on that each cock was different and with some careful clues and analysis I identify each of the members of the pack. Next was Charles, then Greg, Nathan, Alejandro and finally Kirk. Each dick was so unique and interesting in taste, size and form. Each set of balls varied in size density and skin texture. I could have spent all day and that night going from one to the other and spending quality time examining the details that made each one different from the other but there was one that I wanted to enjoy and spend quality time inspecting. Alejandro's cock rivaled Kirk's in size and physical presence. It too was uncut and the skin covered his dick's entire head even when hard. It was beautiful to my mind's eye and I wanted to explore him for much longer than his ejaculation would allow. He had a strong manly odor and musculature was electric to the touch. He was Mexican and I wondered who got to sleep with him.
Kirk was the last and I knew him as soon as my lips came to bear against the uncut hood that protected the tennis ball size head. Both hands immediately went up to ring the organ of last night's pleasures. One hand stripped away the loose skin and I could only picture the smooth curves along the tip leading to the beautifully flared edges. My mouth watered as my mind played again the joy of touch and taste that were offered me the night before with this same plaything. My other hand began weighing each ball in turn. My thumb and fingers pressed the loose skin between them and felt the thick cord leading from each factory to the holding pen of the millions of new sperm he had manufactured since last night. I would draw this out as long as I could, well beyond the others anyway.
Kirk's removed his hands my head once contact was established allowing me to set my own pace and experiment with this tree limb at my leisure. The others couldn't wait to empty their load. Kirk understood the ecstasy of going slowly and allowing both of us to find whatever pleasure either could endure. My mouth stretched open trying to accommodate at least its engorged head. My lips stretched to have all of it in my mouth so my tongue could find every sensitive spot and feel every dip and bend. I felt his loose skin scrape along my teeth and heard a quiet moan from above. I opened a little farther and another inch, maybe more, rested inside my mouth. I couldn't take any more but wanted all of it. I was disappointed it would never happen.
Again both hands, lips and tongue worked on every square inch squeezing, rubbing and sucking; his taste was so strong and intoxicating. This rod of flesh demanded and deserved all the respect and pleasure I could provide. My mouth filled with saliva and dribbled down my chin but I was unwilling to release my captive to swallow. My tongue pushed against the slit and forced it open ever so slightly in order to pierce this monster's eye. I could already taste the pre-cum draining out onto my tongue and mixing with my own spit. My hands began to move up and down along his rock hard rod pushing forward every drop to the opening and out to my tongue. My breathing was hard and deep. My own cock was so sore I could only imagine it was ready to burst from the pressure. My balls ached for relief, but not until I finished what stood before me.
After a time Kirk's hands returned to my head and began to rock me back and forth over the rounded crown. My lips rode up and down the spit lick curves and pressed firmly so that a deep suction was applied with each withdraw. My hand kneaded his large sac and both balls now. His skin skin was warm and inviting. My thumb and fingers traced each crease and fold around each nut so invitingly and lovingly. My fingers detected a change in their position. The left ball began to draw upward followed slightly by the right. My tongue could feel the glans swell more and the movement of his hands seemed erratic, less rhythmic. I grabbed hold of the rod as I knew what was coming and I wasn't about to let him go. The same deep throated moan that I had memorized from last night filled the silence around me . I prepared to take all of what he could spill into my waiting mouth but to no avail. I could feel Kirk's hands pressing my head away as his massive dick was withdrawn from my mouth. I offered some resistance leaning forward to try to follow it like a calf trying to latch back on to its mother's tit. Kirk's straight arm was sufficient and held me back. What I couldn't see, I heard, as the moaning once again evolved into a strained tone. All I could do was sit in the darkness and listen to Kirk's release.
After a short break and some whispering, again there was some shuffling in the dry leaf bed covering the hill. In a minute I felt some fingers working at the knotted blindfold until it was slipped off my eyes. I rubbed my eyes to adjust to brightness of the day. Slowly the figures around me came into focus; all of the guys stood before me naked. None of them had redressed. I moved my eyes around the circle enjoying the full view of each penis and bare body of muscle and flesh. In the daylight, I saw all I wanted. Some of their cocks stood half erect, one soft and the others looked to be growing again as I stared. I wasn't sure what was appropriate. I did not want to appear too interested and so dropped my eyes to the ground
I was still hard and in dire agony needing now to relieve myself. I could feel deep in my gut the fire was burning out of control and explosion was imminent but I could do nothing to help it. I tried nonchalantly to press on my tented baggy swim suit into a less noticeable form and drew my legs together to hide my predicament and perhaps bring it under control.
Kirk smiled at my discomfort and then broke the silence. "The first test is done when you can name the order of each brother as he came to you. If you're wrong you have failed. You will have to test again tomorrow or another time."
The thought occurred to me immediately that failure was the better option. If this was it and there was no more, then why not fail and get a second shot at each of them, maybe even fail a third or fourth time. My mouth drooled at the prospect. Why not be initiated each day this week, I thought. Thinking better of it I listed off the names and each boy nodded as I told their place in line.
"Good, now for the second and final part which binds us together and join each of us to the other. Dekwon!"
Dekwon, the next oldest to me stepped forward, took the cup from Kirk and knelt in front of me.
"Stand up, Jase, it is finally your turn." Kirk commanded. I stood up looking around at the eyes staring at me and was again unsure of what was to happen next. Dekwon reached up and pulled down my suit exposing me to the group. I shrunk from their yes naturally and covered my bouncing dick. Without any hesitation, Dekwon opened my hands, reached around to my butt cheeks and pulled my hips forward at the same time burying my needy dick in his mouth. The electricity of his warm mouth and rough tongue now scouring the underside of my dick jolted my entire body. I was ready to spray everything within me within seconds away. His tongue rubbed my small cap while his fingers massaged my already tightened sac. My body tensed immediately and jerked spasmodically. Dekwon pulled away and pointed my dick into the mouth of the cup. He then pulled the length on my sensitive dick with his other hand a few more times forcing an eruption of cum. I followed with 5 or 6 strong shots into the cup. Then slowly they ebbed into a globby stream and then only drops. Dekwon milked the skin canal along my softening penis until every drop had been collected. When he was sure he had collected it all. He stood and handed the cup to Kirk.
Kirk held up the cup in view of everyone. In the bottom was a sizable collection of whitish thick liquid. I knew immediately that was where everyone else had deposited theirs too. "We drink of the same cup and become one of the same body." Kirk put the cup to his lips and drew some into his mouth and swallowed. He then passed the cup to Ted who did the same. I watched as everyone in the group took in and swallowed some of the spunk we had all provided. I was dumbfounded. It traveled to every mouth around the circle until it came to me. As I lifted the cup to my mouth I finished all that remained.
"Welcome to the pack, Jase." greeted Kirk as he put a hand on my shoulder and instead on shaking my hand put a firm squeeze on my sensitive dick. My body shivered as he smiled and backed away. Each of the pack in turn followed with the same welcome. With each one I couldn't help but wince a little more as my dick was still sensitive and growing from all the attention. But finally it was over and I was in.
The time we had left that afternoon was spent skinny dipping in the lake. I wasn't allowed to stand in the distance and watch this time. I was one of them now and was fully accepted. I was carried to the center of the action time and again and held under water, wrestled with and climbed on and over.
After more playing around, we started a game of strong man. I mounted Kirk's shoulders with one leg on either side of his neck and together we took on all comers. We took on all comers as I battled the man on top, Kirk battled the one in the water. In between jousts, Kirk reached up and clamped my dick onto my leg with a death grip of pure pain mixed with unbelievable pleasure. Other times he rubbed his hand up and down my leg and rock hard 3rd leg. It stayed solid all through the water play. When I wasn't fighting another challenger, I was fighting back cumming all over his neck.
Together we were undefeatable. With Kirk's power we were undefeatable is probably more accurate. The remaining hour passed quickly and we had to get back to camp. and so dressed and were ready to leave. Kirk turned to the group and held out his hand. The others drew near and piled one hand on the others outstretched in the circle. Kirk looked at me as to say, "We're waiting." Quickly I joined the group and topped the mound of hands in the circle with mine.
Kirk continued," We swear by all that we know, all that we are, all that is within us and a part of us that no part of the ritual will ever be known outside this circle, and, should anyone of us reveal the secrets and break the trust we hold dear, the vengeance of the pack will fall on him swiftly and cruelly." In unison the answer from the circle was distinct, "We swear."
I looked around the circle at the seriousness written on the face of each member now watching me, waiting for me too to enter into this pact. " I swear." Screwing around with friends, having some sex was one thing, an oath of silence over a ritual of membership was another. I really wasn't sure where this would take me, but for today, it was the very best day of my life.