The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

*This chapter not only takes the guys to the Amazon Rainforest on an epic adventure, but celebrates the Society Boys reaching 3 million words. I hope you enjoy it. Book your seat on the plane for this trip, and thanks for reading this far, and staying with the boys!

When donating to save the rainforest, please remember to also donate to Nifty. We need as much wood here as we do it the rainforest...

Chapter 174 - The Amazon

"How'd you like to take a trip this summer?" Colin asked when he got home after work and sat down with us at dinner.

"I'm always up for that. To where?" I replied as Blake sat beside me.

"The Amazon."

"Like their big headquarters in Seattle, or just one of the warehouses?" Blake asked sitting up to pay closer attention as the other guys laughed.

"The Amazon Rainforest," Colin clarified. "There's a guy in the office that goes every year and lives with a tribe in the jungle. He asked if we'd like to go along."

"The jungle? I've seen that show `I'm a Celebrity, get me out of here.' Looks terrible," I replied.

"Nah, it wouldn't be anything like that," Colin laughed.

"Good. That doesn't look fun at all."

"I'll go Dad. That's where I can capture my own pet tiger, right?"

"I'm not sure if they have tigers there or if that's Africa, but I doubt it would be that easy to capture one," Colin said dead pan.

I put my hand up. "Umm, I have a question. If you did capture one, how would you get it home exactly, and where would you keep it?"

"Uhh, I'd roofie it, duh! Then I'd build a big cage in the back yard until I had it trained. Then it could sleep in my room. I'd be the only boy in my whole school with a guard tiger!" He said smiling excitedly. I no longer know whether he's kidding or serious. What do you even feed tigers? 14 year olds?

"You two would feel right at home as you probably would only be wearing a loin cloth," Colin said to Blake and I, ignoring Blake's tiger idea.

"Can we swing from tree to tree?" Blake asked as his face lit up.

"Me Tarzan, you Colin!" I said thumping my chest.

"I think it'd be fun. We leave luxuries behind and get back to nature. He invited any of us to go," Colin said. "Who's in?"

"We'd have gone, but Chance and I are heading for Europe this summer," Kyle replied.

"You coming, Ben?" Colin asked.

"Here in a mansion with a pool and hot tub all summer, or in the jungle hot and sweaty...pass thanks. Not much of an outdoor kinda guy," he smiled.

"Troy?"

"I'm with Ben on this one. He and I will stay here entertaining boys in a nice air-conditioned house, while you three are off being eaten alive by mosquitos, getting malaria, being chased by tigers, crocodiles and avoiding head hunting cannibals," he laughed. Blake's eyes went wide.

"Relax Blake, we'll be taking insect repellent," I chuckled.

"I'll go," J.P. said. "Sound like it'd be cool to visit the rainforest before they bulldoze it all. Count me in."

"We'll have to pass," Jason replied looking at Alex.

"Yeah, sorry. It would be too hard being away from the kids that long and I doubt the jungle is the best place for them," Alex agreed.

"Alright, I'll let Owen know in the morning, but if anyone changes their mind, just let me know. We'll all need to work on becoming acclimatized for the weather, and definitely get a good strong tan before we go as the sun down there can be intense, and the humidity is like sitting in the steam room."

"I'm first in the tanning booth," Blake yelled as he raced from the table.

"Oh...we're starting now?" I grinned. "By the way...who's Owen?"

"He's the owner of one the companies we invested in at the office. He's been taking this trip since he was Blake's age."

"Well, now I know," I grinned. "Sounds like he'll at least be a great tour guide."

For the next month we worked furiously on getting good strong tans and we looked good. It was now easy to tell me and J.P. from Jason. He was the pale, sickly looking one. We also spent time in the steam room more than normal to try and get used to high humidity. I couldn't take much of that, but at least we got better at it as each day progressed. Blake was having the most fun as he invited friends over to hit the steam room with him to see who could stay in the longest, and he was sleeping in the treehouse almost every night to get ready for jungle living'. When the time came, we were ready. Tanned and humidity enhanced. Bring on the jungle. Owen had mentioned that there would be a lot of bugs that would bother us at first, but eventually we'd get used to it, and he said he'd explain more while we had the three days on the river to get there. We were heading to Brazil to visit the Yugenagi Tribe deep in the Amazon rainforest. Blake had been bouncing off the walls in anticipation, and kept running up to us with his laptop to show us various things about tribes down there. Owen had warned us that each tribe was uniquely different and not to take the internet as too much of a source of information, which was good as some of them looked downright scary. He said the best way to fit in was just to watch how they lived and join in the best we could. Seemed like the best advice. He was also pretty specific about what we should and shouldn't take with us. He recommended we pack light, with clothing that was fast drying, avoiding cotton if we could. Anything western' should be kept out of sight as much as possible. We were taking things like medicine and a satellite phone for emergencies, but they were only to be used if we needed them, and not to shown to the locals. I made sure to pack a bottle of lube as I doubted there would be a store nearby. You never see where Tarzan swings into a Seven Eleven and picks up a chocolate bar and bag of Doritos. Owen said while we were in the Yugenagi tribe, we would probably find ourselves only wearing loin cloths, or less, and that nudity was very common. I was fine with that as I'd been doing tons of squats and bench presses to keep everything nice and firm. You don't want a saggy ass or pecs while running around the jungle trying to capture a tiger for Blake, or swinging on vines.

When the day finally arrived for our departure, we headed to the airport to for the long trip. Almost 7,000 km if my search online was correct. We'd stopped to pick Owen up first, and Blake seemed to connect to him right away. Owen was older than Colin by a couple years with almost Italian looking facial features. Colin led the way out onto the tarmac once we arrived at the terminal.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I looked around for our plane. It appeared he was heading for a black one in front of us.

He turned and smiled. "Surprise. I thought it was time for something a bit nicer for this trip."

"Cool plane, Dad!" Blake said excitedly. "Who's is it?"

"This is ours. It replaces the old one."

"Fuckin' lit!"

"Great looking plane," Owen commented. "What type is it?"

"This is the Gulfstream G650, or G6 for short. Bigger interior than the old plane and much more fuel efficient. We could almost get all the way to and from St. Lucia on one tank of gas."

"Whoa!" Blake said. "That's better than our cars get."

"Not quite. It has a slightly bigger tank," Colin said grinning at Blake who ran to the plane where the pilots were waiting for us. They took our bags to the cargo hold at the back of the plane and we boarded. This was definitely a step up from the old plane. Okay, it was several steps up. The kitchen was insane...sorry, the galley. We could probably have brought chefs aboard and had a gourmet meal it was so impressive. The colour scheme of the plane was primarily charcoal grey, blue and black. There were plenty of large leather seats that Colin explained could recline flat like a bed, or spin around to any position we needed.

"Checkout the TV," Blake said excitedly. "It's see through. It is a TV, right?"

"Yes. One of the first transparent TV's on the market. There are tons of other features that you can explore after we get in the air," Colin grinned. Blake wasn't the only one that wanted to explore.

We all settled in and fastened our seatbelts. Even with the new plane we didn't get a flight attendant to tell us about emergency exits and floatation devices. I guess we'd have to just figure it out if we had an emergency. I was about to point it out when the pilot came to address us after we achieved cruising altitude. It was cool that the door was open to the cockpit so we could see everything, and this plane had way more electronics than the old one. In my mind it had more electronics than the control center at NASA. I thought that was impressive, but assumed it would probably take a degree to figure out all the buttons and dials.

"Will Kyle still be able to fly this?" I asked the pilot.

"He'll need to take a course on the plane, but it won't take much to get him certified on it."

"Cool! I'll take it with him. I should probably know how to fly this just in case you guys all go into a coma or something while we're in the air," Blake said helpfully.

"You can certainly take the lessons, and sit next to him when he flies," the pilot replied helpfully. "You just can't solo until you're 17."

"No problem," he agreed. I looked at Blake to see if we'd gotten a 3D printed version of him that forgot to complain about being restricted to do something because of his age.

The pilot explained some of the safety features before he went to the cockpit, so I guess we did get the `talk' after all.

"How come there aren't any tables?" Blake asked.

"Push that button on the wall," Colin replied, and we all watched as a table rose up out of the wall ledge and then unfolded in front of us. "There are four of these for when we have a meal, or want to play a game or anything. When we recline the seats so we can sleep, they fold out of the way. Try the seats," he suggested.

We pushed the button and sat there as the seats slowly reclined to a completely flat position. A couple pillows and someone to snuggle with and these would be just like a bed. We got up to look around at everything else.

"This is different huh? You have to pass by the bedroom to get to the bathroom?" I commented.

"I thought about that with the designer, and we agreed that the trade off would be worth it. If you want privacy in the bedroom area, you have the three-quarter dividing wall between the seating area and the bedroom, and there's a sliding door that you can close if you want. We put a curtain in that can be pulled along the length of the bed if privacy is really needed, but since when does that stop anyone from barging in on us?"

We all looked at Blake, who stopped exploring and just stared back. "What? Why is everyone looking at me?"

"If the shoe fits," I replied.

"What shoe? Are you guys sucking in jet fuel or something? Can we check out the bathroom?" He asked as we strolled past the bedroom area, and opened the door to the bathroom.

"It has a shower!" Blake exclaimed as he headed in to check things out. "It's only big enough for one person though."

"Yeah, this IS a plane after all," Colin laughed. "It has a large water tank on board, but obviously water isn't unlimited like at home, so probably best to only use it when really needed."

"What's through there?" J.P. inquired pointing to a smaller door where the towel rail was.

"That's the access to the luggage and storage. We'll not need it most times, but it's nice to be able to get to luggage. There's also emergency supplies in there in case we need them."

"Like if we land on a deserted island?" Blake asked. "Probably smart, Dad. That way we won't have to decide who to eat first."

"Oh, that's no contest," Colin replied without hesitating. "Like in any survival situation, it's the smallest one that gets taken out first so that the stronger can survive. You'd be eaten first."

"Nuh uh! I can run faster than all of you. But we don't need to worry about that with a new plane, huh?"

Since we couldn't all really pile into the bathroom at once, we took turns looking around. We slowly spread out and looked around the plane and just in front of the galley was a cupboard that when opened revealed a fully stocked bar. "I'll have a scotch on the rocks," Blake said sitting down and putting his feet up.

"One scotch on the rocks, hold the scotch, with a root beer chaser coming up!" Colin replied. "Anyone else?"

"I'll have Blake's scotch that you're holding back," Owen grinned.

"I'll have a martini, shaken not stirred," I said sitting next to Blake.

"Coming up, Mr. Bond," Colin nodded. "Blake, see that flat panel on the wall?"

"Yeah?"

"Go up and touch it."

Blake jumped up and touched the shiny black wall panel. It lit up. "Whoa, cool! What does it all do?"

"Try them."

Blake began pushing different things identified on the touch panel, and we all watched as things happened around us. LED lights in the ceiling changed colour and adjusted in intensity as he slid his hand around the display, as well as other varied lighting throughout the cabin. Windows could be darkened or lightened as required without those blinds you have to pull down, and there was access to a Bluetooth music system, intercom, and wi-fi control. Colin explained that the system could be set to have music throughout the plane or sent to wireless headphones for each person. Each seat also had a panel that would allow you adjust individual settings around you for your comfort. I think this plane had everything, including a gaming system and a computer with a huge hard drive that appeared to be loaded with tons of movies and internet access. I wondered if there were parachutes hidden somewhere. Just in case we miscalculated and ran out of gas, or flew into the neutral zone and needed to jettison. I don't think these planes have escape pods or anything, or maybe they do, how would I know.

The fridge in the galley had tons of food, so I'm guessing the pilots do more than just fly the plane. I'm guessing they're in charge of making sure everything we need is loaded as well. I laughed when I opened one cupboard and it was filled with junk food. Now that's a good feature.

"What's something like this worth?" Owen asked Colin as he reclined back to relax.

"With everything we put in it, around 83 million. You can pick them up cheaper if you just take them off the line as they are, but I wanted to change it up a bit as it's nicer for long trips."

"Are they expensive to run?"

"This one will be less expensive than the old one overall as it's more fuel efficient, but not bad. Of course, the pilots, fuel storage and maintenance eat up most of the cost. I offset some of the cost by renting the plane out when we don't need it, so that helps."

This new plane definitely made the flight more comfortable, and I almost hated to land when we were told that we were approaching the town of Manaus, Brazil for our first stop of our trip. The first thing we noticed stepping off the plane was the heat and humidity that hit us like a two by four to the face. When we mentioned it to Owen, he just laughed and said this was nothing compared to the jungle. That's not encouraging. We checked into a hotel and took a short nap before making a shopping trip to get some things for the tribe as gifts. Blake was thrilled that they had McDonald's, and quickly took pictures to send to his social media accounts. I just hoped the meat they used wasn't alligator or some weird jungle animal. Please tell me they used beef here. But I was encouraged that maybe I was wrong. Maybe they will have stores in the jungle. Tarzan may just have lived in the suburbs. I wasn't sure what you get people in the jungle. I'm sure a nice potted plant is out, but Owen was all over it. He said we needed machete's, multiple cooking pots, good fishing nets, a few knives, and a couple solid rubber balls for the kids. He said we had to make sure it was something that wouldn't deflate as they would have no way of re-inflating it, leaving the kids very upset. Blake suggested we take candy, but Owen quickly dismissed that as he said we didn't want to introduce something to them that they couldn't get again, or would run short of quickly. I put my lube deeper into my pack as it could run short quickly.

We also picked up other items that might make our trip more comfortable like extra lip balm and flip flops. Extra insect repellent seemed logical, but Owen said it would be like throwing pebbles into the Grand Canyon. Mud was his suggestion as an alternative while we were there. It would help as both a sunscreen and prevent bugs from biting us as frequently. Mud? So, I got this wicked tan only to cover it in mud? We had to be careful not to buy too much, as whatever we took along, we had to carry into the jungle once we left the boat. The next morning, we hopped back aboard the jet for the next leg of the trip. A roughly 550km flight to the town of Tefe. Our pilots dropped us off and returned home with the plane. Tefe was definitely a lot smaller than Manaus, but it still wasn't looking like I imagined the jungle would be. You could see things changing though as it was a lot more remote here, but this town had a few hotels and restaurants, so we weren't completely in the middle of nowhere... Nowhere probably began tomorrow, I think. Our hotel was small, but reasonably well maintained. We took two rooms and I was actually surprised to see that it had an air conditioning unit in the wall. Owen strongly recommended we not use it and to continue to getting acclimatized. All I wanted to do was turn it on full speed and sit on it, but I saw his point. The heat and humidity were tough to deal with, and I felt like my clothes were always wet, but at least a nice shower helped freshen us up. We explored the town for a bit which looked old but well maintained. I don't know why, but I was surprised to see that even many of the streets were paved. Blake tried talking to a few children, none of which spoke English, but they seemed to like his hair and earring the most. I was pretty sure this is what a vacation to the center of the sun would be like during the winter months, and it wasn't long before I was dripping wet and sticky again, trying not to drain sweat into my shoes. I'm telling you this, when you're this hot and sweaty, sex is the last thing on your mind and you sure don't want to cuddle with people. Even at night the temperature was hotter than the warmest day in the summer in Vancouver.

We were up at the sweaty butt crack of dawn, showered to freshen up, and back to the airport where we boarded a helicopter for a 50km trip to Uarini, the last town before we headed down river into the jungle. This town was the beginning of nowhere, so I recommend if you visit here, be sure to take a pee before you leave, as the next toilet might be a while. Owen found our boat, which for the next three days would become our home. There were two captains to run it so they could switch back and forth to rest and allow us to make good time. Now this wasn't a luxury boat by any means, but it did have cots for us to sleep on, and a good portion of it was covered to protect us from the blazing rays of the sun. Now I know how plants feel in a greenhouse. If I was going to describe it further, I'd say it was a floating shack. It did have a bathroom, sort of. It was a toilet in a cupboard, but at least we wouldn't have to hang our asses over the side to take a dump. That's a relief...literally. We could pee over the side though if we wanted to. Remind me not to drink the water here until I've purified it. I had some of those water purification tablets in my bag, just in case of emergency, but other than that I was going to MacGyver it and boil my water to catch the condensation into a still and then filter it through a... fuck it, I'll use my tablets. All our personal items were in our backpacks, and as little as we had with us, I think even an empty pack would have been annoying sticking to us in this weather. I thought perhaps the speed of the boat down the Uarini river might provide some relief from the heat, but it wasn't. Imagine sitting in front of your oven with a fan in it blowing the air at you. You'll get the idea. With no shade from trees out on the water, it was like being on a barbeque. I kept rolling over constantly to try and cook evenly. We were all down to our underwear pretty fast, and found some fun in seeing all the birds and animals. Blake scared the hell out of all of us when he screamed tiger, almost jumping out of the boat. Owen told him it was an ocelet, and not a tiger, but as far as Blake was concerned it was the coolest thing he'd ever seen. At least it was until he saw an alligator leap out of the water and grab some small animal drinking by the water's edge. He quickly decided that dragging his hand in the water was no longer a good idea.

"Probably smart anyway," Owen told him with a smile. "There are piranha in these waters." He spent the next couple hours dragging other things in the water to see if he could catch one, with no luck.

We spent a fair bit of time under the covered part of the boat to get out of the sun's rays and as we lay out on the cots, Blake looked over at us. "Is it gonna be cooler where we're going? I'm beginning to know how bacon feels."

"It'll be a little cooler, but not by much. There's a great waterfall and lake in the village that should be enjoyable though. You'll probably spend a lot of time in it," Owen replied.

The first day we travelled without stopping; eating and cooking on the boat. By the middle of the second day we were getting a bit of cabin fever. I mean after all this isn't exactly a cruise ship. The captain took pity on us and pulled in at a small village where we were warmly greeted, given something to eat and drink, and the kids were all too happy to take us to a small pond to go swimming with them. Blake seemed to really enjoy himself, and it was the break we all needed. Somehow, I expected the people would be a lot more primitive, but with the exception of the women being bare chested, they wore clothes not dissimilar to ours and seemed to have a few modern implements. Owen explained that it was because these river villages had a lot of contact with the outside world, but the deeper you went into the jungle, the more primitive it got. Still, it seemed fine to me so far. Just work on this heat thing and they'd get a lot more tourists. The boat captain traded some things in exchange for fresh fruit, vegetables and fish for us before we got under way again. Our spirits were back up again and we spent time not only keeping a watchful eye out for wildlife, but taking pictures of pretty much everything. By the end of the day all the scenery was beginning to look alike as we ventured deeper and deeper in the jungle leaving civilization so far behind not even satellites could find it.

We took the opportunity to learn as much as we could from Owen while on the boat. He said he'd been coming down here every year since he was Blake's age, and being 29, that's a lot of trips into the jungle. The worst was trying to learn the language that the tribe would be speaking. It sounded more like the clicking of a machine than a language. It didn't help our concentration being as hot as it was, and the humidity continued to be stifling. That, and the bugs made it seriously hard to pay attention for long. For each bug I killed, seven of their relatives showed up to attack in revenge. We sat on the deck watching the trees go by. They really should cut those down so we can see something. Okay, that was a joke. I believe in preserving the rainforest in its entirety. I could write a series of books about it. (I'll wait while you realize that was another joke). Books...paper...trees...

"The tribe we are visiting is called the Yugenagi. They have roughly 150 people in their village. It differs wildly from our own culture, so there are some things you should know in advance so that you're not surprised or do something to insult them and get us expelled, or worse."

"What's worse?" J.P. asked Owen.

"Being speared to death," he answered bluntly.

"Touché," he replied.

"First, like almost all tribes in the Amazon, everyone works. No one slacks off, or others would have to do more to ensure their survival. Clothing is rarely worn and minimal when it is. It's never worn when the men go to hunt. A sign of strength and masculinity. Men are more than comfortable showing penises, and erections are revered as a sign of virility.

"Then I have lots of that virility stuff," Blake giggled.

"Isn't that the truth," I agreed.

"I saw the women without shirts at that last place we stopped. So it'll be like that?" Blake asked.

"Even more. The Yugenagi, as with most tribes that avoid outsiders, aren't bothered about nudity, so you'll see a lot of it, and get used to it very quickly. Body paint is common decoration and many times applied with small sticks, sometimes even pierced into the skin, like how we might consider a tattoo. A regular meal will consist of a multitude of fruit, vegetables, root plants and fish. Manioc is a staple item that they'll make everything from bread to broth with, but NEVER try to make it yourself. They know how to prepare it to get the poison out, mainly cyanide."

"Cyanide? Their main staple is a food that contains cyanide?" J.P. asked in shock. "That seems like something worth knowing in advance! Good advice Owen!"

He laughed. "Don't worry. They take any of the poison and use it for darts for hunting. It's totally safe the way they prepare it, but just wait until they serve it and don't try to do it yourself. They also used fermented manioc like alcohol. Some of the things may seem gross to us, like they'll chew the manioc and spit the root into a tub for the fermentation. The saliva helps break it down."

"We drink stuff they've spit into a tub?" Blake asked.

"Trust me, it tastes really good, and it will get you drunk easily. But one thing to note, it's considered a big insult to refuse to drink and smoke with them when presented."

"Do I get to do it too?" Blake asked grinning. I could just see him sitting down to a litre of fermented manioc spit.

"You won't be required to at your age, but once you're a man it's considered rude not to partake," Owen clarified. "They hunt for all their meat, but don't eat it at every meal. They'll smoke a lot of the meat if they can't consume everything they catch, because of course they don't have things like refrigerators or freezers. They grow many of their own vegetables, and are really amazing farmers. In the village, things are pretty safe, but once you stray out into the jungle things become a little more dangerous. You can get stuck by a poisonous plant or accidentally come across a venomous animal like snake, spider or frog."

"Frog?" Blake asked paying close attention while wiping sweat off his face. "Like a regular frog?"

"Specifically the poisonous dart frog. They use the poison from them to dip darts in to immobilize other animals. The darts are shot out of a blowgun. Never eat a plant unless the locals tell you it's okay. Many of the more attractive fruits and plants are deadly. If you stick with what is provided, we'll be fine. I've been coming here for a lot of years and never had an issue."

"DUDES! It's a weird looking bear!" Blake said suddenly pointing at the shore as he took pictures of it. From the distance it definitely looked like the strangest bear I'd ever seen. Owen just laughed.

"That's an anteater, not a bear."

"So let me guess...he eats ants?" Blake chuckled. "They should have mosquito eaters."

"Looks like we're in for some rain," Owen remarked looking at the sky up ahead, where clouds were definitely forming. "We should get under cover."

"I dunno," Colin remarked. "I think a nice cool shower would be nice right about now."

"I think you'll change your mind once it starts," Owen said smiling as he began moving things into the main part of the boat. The captain put out some large containers which he explained would capture the rain and provide us with a lot more fresh water. That made a ton of sense. Less than 30 minutes later, the rain began. At first it was fun to be out in it, but then it was like we were under a fire hydrant. The water came down hard, bouncing off the deck making a sound like Niagara Falls. I don't think I've ever seen rain that heavy. Makes sense as they do call this the rainforest. The air didn't seem any less humid during the rain, but the temperature did drop a few degrees, although it was really like being in a warm shower at home. When it subsided, we had full buckets of water and a very clean boat deck. We lay back out and let Owen continue to tell us something about day the day life in the tribe. Life seemed simple compared to ours, but from the way he told it, it seemed like they spent a lot of time on chores.

"The men and women in the tribe have very established roles. While the young children of both sexes play together, once they hit puberty things begin to change. Men are the primary hunters. They'll make the tools, weapons and build structures needed. The women maintain the village, look after the smallest children, cook, clean, and do gardening. Almost traditional gender roles that western societies are leaving far behind. They all enjoy recreation time together such as dances, evening gatherings and teaching the children. You'll find they have a tendency to stay up late at night and rest for an hour or so in the huts during the full heat of the afternoon. Some hunts may take place at that time as many animals rest too, and it's a good time to catch them off guard.

"Cool," Blake grinned. I could already see his mind at work. Anyone still think it's a good idea to give him a spear or a blowgun?

"When a girl reaches maturity, and a boy is 14, they will be coupled together in a ceremony for mating."

"Mating? Like sex?" Blake asked.

"Exactly, although the word sex is unknown to them. It's simply done for reproductive purposes, or to share their seed. They begin the ceremony as children, emerging as adults, and take on the adult roles immediately. One of their beliefs is that a boy does not produce sperm on his own, and requires assistance from the elders for him to have enough to enter manhood. After that, they believe that the mating of two people allows a man to create sperm on his own."

"How do they do that?" J.P. inquired.

"Each boy upon reaching his 7th year, begins to ingest the sperm of any male able to ejaculate, but always someone older, never younger."

"Ingest?" Blake said with is eyes wide.

"Technically their word for sperm is seed. So, like all things that grow, they plant the seed in the young boys to grow until they are to able to use it. A man who becomes erect may masturbate, and when he's ready to ejaculate, a young boy would open his mouth and accept the penis to swallow the man's seed. The men may also choose to ejaculate on the genitals of the boys, which they also believe will help them achieve maturity."

Blake got slightly giddy and I could see he was about to say something. I just looked at him and said `No!'

"They think that cumming on the boys will help them into puberty?" Colin clarified.

"Exactly. Once they see the boy beginning to develop. Testicles drop and hair forming, they increase the amount of sperm the boy receives so they are ready to become strong fertile men."

"Don't the boys mind?" J.P. asked.

"Just the opposite. They see it as an important part of becoming a man and the more seed they can get, the faster they'll develop, and the stronger they'll be. There's a lot more to sperm in these cultures than ours, but overall they believe it is how boys become strong men."

"I'd be fuckin' Superman by now!" Blake exclaimed. I just rolled my eyes as he hammed it up and giggled. "Would I be considered a man or a boy?"

"How old are you?"

"14," Blake replied almost proudly.

"At 14 you become a man after you go through the fertility festival. You'll actually get to see the ceremony as we'll be there for it."

"We will?" Colin asked.

"Yes. It begins the day after we arrive and goes for three days. You'll find it very interesting I think."

"Sounds like it," J.P. agreed.

"Am I allowed to masturbate with the boys?" Blake asked.

"Good question," Owen replied giving his full attention to Blake. "Yes. Because you can ejaculate, you are allowed to give your sperm to any younger boy in need of it. You should never just ejaculate onto the ground and waste it. That would be considered displeasing to the gods. You're on the cusp though."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that because you're 14, you're almost a man in their society, but because you haven't been through the fertility festival to become a man yet, you're still a boy, so other men could give you their sperm as well as you being allowed to give yours to younger boys. There is never a circumstance in the Yugenagi tribe where a man would give his sperm to another man. In some tribes the boys keep receiving sperm until they are deemed to have reached full size and strength. Somewhere around 16 or 17."

"What do I do if I get an erection and don't want to masturbate?"

"You ignore it until it goes away. You'll see that frequently with the older boys, but not as frequently as you might at home. There's not the same stimulation or fascination with it here, so they aren't as common."

"I dunno," Blake grinned. "If everyone is naked, that seems like a ton of stimulation to me," he giggled. "I pretty much have a boner now."

No-one look at his crotch, you'll only encourage him. Everyone looked at his crotch. "How the hell can you have a boner in this heat?" Colin asked.

"I'm 14. I have a boner in any weather. I'm pretty sure we all know my penis is hard more than it's soft."

Owen laughed. "Oh, to be a teenager again. Don't worry Blake, five minutes in the jungle and the last thing you'll be thinking about is an erection. If it happens, ignore it. I'm sure the boys will be fascinated by you though, and would be more than happy to follow you around to try to get your sperm."

Blake nodded thoughtfully. "Just like my school," he grinned. "One last question. What if I cum accidentally? You know like it just happens. Maybe in a wet dream or something."

"Then it happens. If you're not masturbating, then the elders will see it as a sign of strong fertility and that you're bursting at the seams with seed, ready to be a man."

"Sure are a lot of rules about sperm, huh?" He said sitting thinking.

"There's a lot of rules about everything, but most of it is just traditional and culture. The roles of men and boys are also very strongly defined as you'll learn. Boys in the Yugenagi don't sleep in the men's hut until they have mated with a girl and moved into manhood. After that, they only sleep in the men's hut."

"The men and women don't sleep together?" I questioned.

"No. Only during the full moon when intercourse is permitted. They consider the full moon as the eye of God, giving them permission to fornicate."

"So their god is a pervert?" I laughed. "Nice."

"Sex, once a month. Dude, you'd die here," Colin laughed looking at me.

"No shit, right!"

"Oh, and just so you know in case you get the urge while we're there. Men NEVER sleep with each other or have sex together."

"But they have the kids blowing them?" J.P. laughed. "Seems slightly hypocritical."

"They don't see that as sexual, but as part of a requirement to reach maturity. It wouldn't be so much a blowjob as it is pushing the penis to the back of the throat to ensure the seed gets right down into the boy."

"Don't tell them about anal sex then," Blake joked.

"They know about that. There are limited times when a boy is seeded anally. The first is by his father on the day he is to become a man. The second is if a boy of 14 fails to impregnate his mate during the fertility ceremony. The men will help the 14 year old, despite him technically being a man at that point. They will anally seed him repeatedly until he is able to impregnate the girl during the full moon. The exception to the once a month rule is that once the girl becomes pregnant, the couple are required to mate regularly until the child is born. They believe that more sperm inside the woman will ensure a healthy birth."

"Now we're talking," Blake grinned as he sat back.

"If you have questions about anything while we're there, just ask me and I'll be happy to give you an answer, or find out if I don't know. "Best thing I found my first few times here, is watch what others are doing and follow their lead. They'll teach the boys as young as four to hunt, but they usually start with smaller things like insects and rodents. By seven the boys will go out with the adults for bigger game. Training on how to use weapons is constant and part of the daily culture. You'll see most of the boys running around with spears or knives, and they'll frequently go off into the jungle to try and catch something. The little ones never go far, and are usually within site of the village. The older they get, the farther they'll venture. You'll see the older boys with machete's as they cut branches and leaves for various things; and practice hitting targets with the blow guns or bows and arrows. Of course, in our culture you wouldn't dream of giving a 9 year old a machete."

"Just an AK," Blake grinned.

"That's America," I said quickly, getting a glare from Colin. What? It's the truth...mostly.

"Will I be allowed a machete and a spear?" Blake asked.

"That's up to your Dads, but it would almost be expected that you'd have them at your age."

"Can I?" Blake asked looking at us.

"You've been in Scouts, so I think you can be trusted with them," Colin agreed and I nodded. Blake with weapons. What could possibly go wrong?

"Tomorrow when we leave the boat, we'll follow a fairly well marked trail to our rendezvous point where we wait for the Yugenagi to arrive and meet us. They'll then lead us to their village. We'd have no chance of finding it on our own. They make sure that the way is safe as there will be an advance group ahead of us to clear things away that may hurt us. They'll find you very intriguing because of your blond hair. They may not have seen that before. One thing I did learn is that they will also be fascinated by our circumcised penises, so curiosity will get the better of them and they may touch it a lot to check it out."

"Sounds like more stimulation if you ask me," Blake said shaking his head. "If that doesn't make me cum, I dunno what will."

"You'll learn to ignore it, the same as you learn to ignore the heat, humidity and bugs after not too long. You'll also see men wrestling and fighting each other as a show of strength, and it can seem like they are violent fights at times, but it is all part of the culture. They are not fighting out of anger or jealousy, like many of our situations, simply as a way to show their masculinity to the tribe, and to stay physically fit. I doubt that you'll be asked to fight, but they would be happy to, if you offer."

"I could teach them karate," Blake said with a huge smile. Kung Fu tribal warriors. Sounds like a TV show.

"They will also be very happy to teach you to hunt and fish, but everything they kill, they use in full. Nothing is wasted. Even shells from nuts are used on some form or another. It could be jewelry, or tied with vines and made into an implement or utensil.

"So a nut shell could be made into a spoon?" Blake grinned.

"Exactly. They'll enjoy showing you how to do that. They'll even demonstrate how to sharpen the tools they have, and each and every item is looked after and cared for, as things are hard to come by. This isn't a throw away society like ours, so be cautious of that with anything we consume. When we arrive in camp, do not give the gifts we brought directly to tribe members, especially the children. Everything is given to the Chief who will distribute it accordingly. If we are ever unsure of anything, we do not ask the tribe, we ask the Chief or the Shaman. They will explain it to us and let us know if we may or may not be included."

"This is all good advice," Colin acknowledged. "What about taking pictures?"

"They will not allow any of the tribe, and if the cameras are brought out, they must never be shown to the tribe. We must get the permission of the Chief to use them if we want to take some of our party."

"Do they have Wi-fi?" Blake asked.

I laughed. "Blake, they don't even have electricity."

"Oh, right. How about GPS? That's from satellites."

"No, you'll get no service of any kind here, and it's best to leave the phone buried deep in your backpack, and turned off. Trust me, you won't miss it. You will be busy all day," Owen told him.

"I think I'm finally gonna get my tiger, Dad," Blake said confidently. "Think if I caught a live one, they'd help me make a cage for it?"

"If you catch a live tiger, I'll make you a cage with my bare hands," I joked. Please don't let there be live tigers for him to try and catch.

We spent the last morning on the boat getting additional details about the tribe and some of their history which was all fascinating. I wasn't loving the heat and humidity, but I was excited to see the village and meet these people. I wouldn't be into killing anything in a hunt, but I'd be totally down for learning how to make the tools they used, or even gathering fruit and learning which ones won't kill me with cyanide.

"If we have to pee, do we just go in the bushes?" Blake asked at one point.

"Yes. Make sure you go out of the village and not near a stream or other water source."

"What about if I have to go number two?"

"They have an area set aside for that. Basically a large hole, and you stand over it and poop. Then you cover it with soil to deter animals and bugs.

"Do they have toilet paper?"

"Yes," Owen grinned. "But they call them leaves."

"I have to wipe my ass with a leaf?" Blake giggled.

"Or don't wipe at all."

"Well, I hope they're three ply leaves. This bum likes soft things."

I almost choked and he looked at me. "That's SO not true!" I joked.

He gave me the finger.

We finally arrived at our destination early on the third day and to me it looked like we were being abandoned in the middle of the jungle. I'd finally found nowhere! I almost asked Owen and the boat captains if they were sure this was the right spot, but I figured I better not in case it would be insulting. We unloaded everything and ensured the boat knew that he was to come back in ten days and pick us up again. We watched as he turned and headed back up the river out of sight. We moved into the jungle to get away from the river's edge and I noticed almost immediately the temperature dropped slightly, making it almost bearable. Like walking through a smelting factory with all the blast furnace doors open, but cooler than out in the full sun. The humidity was still as high and it felt like my clothes were constantly wet. I took my shirt off at one point and wrung it out. I opted to leave it off, but the bugs were coming at me like homeless people at an all you can eat buffet. I quickly figured out that I had two choices. Die of heat exhaustion, or malaria. Not sure which would be better at this point. I put my shirt back on, and with my pack on I felt as hot as Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four.

"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about peeing," J.P. said. "I won't have enough water left in me to go. I have a river of sweat running down my ass crack and into my shoes. It's like the Amazon butt-crack river back there."

"You get used to it," Owen said offering no real help on the issue. The only thing I could see is that the natives probably had the right idea being naked. You'd have to do laundry twelve times a day with the amount we were sweating. As we trekked through the hot jungle, I seriously began to wonder if I would be able to survive this heat for the entire trip. I hoped I could yell I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!' and they'd send a plane. Thank god we had lots of water with us. We had just gone over a ravine and up the other side when a group of men and boys appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, scaring the poop out of me. Most had spears and bows & arrows. I was sure pretty this was the end, like you hear about in National Geographic What Happened to Them' specials. I added this one to my list of ways to die in the jungle.

Owen greeted them and it looked like he was introducing us. I almost held up the Vulcan greeting, as it felt like it would be appropriate during first contact. We kept quiet so as not to startle anyone. One boy, with slightly lighter skin than the others, took hold of Owen's hand to begin guiding us down the trail. I was surprised to hear him using some English words, whereas the others spoke in a completely incomprehensible language that sounded like a combination of clicks, clacks, and shrill tweets, but I'm assuming it was actually words. Mostly everyone was completely naked. A few had loin cloths, but not many. Some had bows & arrows across their chests or some sort of pouch on them, or a rope to secure a knife in place. We stopped a short distance later, near a stream, and what appeared to be a rock outcrop. The men surrounded us and began removing our clothes. I guess we were making them uncomfortable considering the men were basically naked. Even the few with loin cloths, didn't really hide much. I have to say that most of the men had seemingly very large penises.

I have a theory on that, so bear with me as I give the explanation. In our society girls wear training bras as soon as breasts come in. What are they training them to do? To stay upright and perky and avoid the pull of gravity. Look at boobs of western women and native women. Theirs are more flat and droopy as they get older. I figure it's the same with penises for the men. We all know the rumour that says black guys have bigger penises, and maybe it's true. We hold our junk in place with boxer briefs, like girls in their training bras. Leave them to be tugged down by gravity as you go through puberty and they'll just be longer when fully developed. Look at videos of tribes in Africa. All those men seem well hung, and they're pretty much naked all the time too. I really should do a study on that. Okay back to the men taking off our clothes. Shit, I feel like I should tug on my dick a bit first though.

"What's happening?" Blake asked with his eyes wide as he was undressed by a half dozen hands, mostly boys.

"Outsiders bring diseases," Owen explained. "They will wash us down in the creek first, remove our body hair, and let us dry before we continue. They'll offer us a loin cloth to wear and we'll leave our clothes behind that we were wearing."

We were stripped of everything and led to the water where they used leaves and what looked like bones to scrub us. Blake just looked at me with a bit of fear in his eyes as he found every part of his body being used and sharpened bones dragged over his skin by the boys surrounding him. The sharp bones also seemed to do a very efficient job of removing hair, as my legs ended up smoother than from 15 minutes with my Nair bottle. Once they were satisfied that we smelled like a tree, they let us dry as they rubbed the juice of some plant all over us. Great we're being garnished, probably for the evening stew. Once that dried, they rubbed light mud over our shoulders which they had dragged up from the stream bed. I wasn't a fan of that as I hate being dirty, but it dried quickly. They finished by giving us a loin cloth, similar to theirs, made of large neatly folded leaves and a vine to tie around the waist. It didn't exactly cover much as it wasn't like a thong, more like a belt with a drape hanging over your crotch. Any movement and you'd be exposed anyway.

"No shoes?" J.P. asked looking down at his bare feet.

"No shoes," Owen confirmed. "Your feet get used to the ground pretty fast, but if it they hurt too much, pull out the flip flops that we bought. Those work great until your feet get used to it."

"How come none of the kids are wearing any groin clothes?" Blake asked as he looked around at the boys.

"Loin cloth," Owen corrected. "The children who haven't begun puberty, never wear anything," he explained. "You'll also notice that the men aren't hairy either. They shave the body hair to avoid bugs lodging in it. Hair on the head is really the only hair you'll see."

"Good thing I shave my crotch or they coulda cut my balls off with those bone knives," Blake grinned as he was surrounded by excited children all looking up at him. If there's one thing Blake enjoys more than sex, and that's an audience worshipping him. I have to admit I felt a lot more comfortable now. The bugs had stopped biting, and being naked, I no longer had the Amazon butt-crack river of sweat running down between my cheeks. The others commented that they felt better too.

"The plant juice is a natural bug repellent," Owen explained. "The mud will act as a sunscreen to prevent our shoulders burning. If we were going to be out in the direct sun for a long time, we could cover ourselves in it and it would protect against both sunburn and bug bites. Our paler skin will fry in the sun, so it's good to know about the mud if you need it."

We resumed our hike down the trail, this time feeling a lot more naked, and a lot more native. Blake was grinning wildly as the boys checked him out repeatedly, constantly lifting his loin cloth to look at his penis, and reaching up to touch the hoop earring he had.

"Why are they doing that?" He asked Owen.

"They've never seen a boy circumcised before and they're curious about you. Plus your earring is made of metal and they haven't seen that before either. We should have probably had you take that out before we arrived. I'm sure they'll just be as fascinated with your green eyes and blond hair as they are by your penis."

"It's like I have groupies, Dad," he grinned.

"Somehow I knew you wouldn't have a problem being the center of attention," Colin laughed.

We probably walked another 700 kilometers before we reached their village, or maybe just two kilometers. Barefoot and naked in the jungle it just seems further.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the village of the Yugenagi," Owen announced as we exited the thick forest into a clearing with multiple huts and a very comfortable looking civilization. Primitive by our standards, but reasonably more than I expected. Hardly the definition of a village though. No drug store or McDonald's anywhere. There was another large rock outcrop just behind the huts that looked like it might provide good shelter in an emergency. Most of the larger huts had open sides whereas the smaller ones seemed more like homes with thatched roofs. The rest of the tribe stopped what they were doing as we approached, with many appearing from the huts. Everyone watched as we moved to the center of the village. We stopped and Owen whispered to us.

"These are the Chief and Shaman approaching to welcome us."

The Chief made a noise and raised his arms. Owen bowed his head before responding to him. He was welcomed with a tap of the staff the Chief was carrying, followed by a wisp of powder thrown at him from the Shaman. Great, probably heroine or opium to get us stoned, or maybe flour to coat us like chicken before we're roasted. I really shouldn't have looked so much up on the internet about cannibals.

Each of us were introduced in turn and received the same treatment. We had appeared to be officially welcomed. There were a lot of people milling around, perhaps as many as a hundred. Most were very naked, except for a few women with long grass skirts.

Blake pulled on my arm. "I can see all the women's vagina's," he whispered.

"We talked about this, right. You don't mention nudity at all, and don't stare," I whispered back.

Owen gathered up all the gifts we had brought and presented them to the Chief, who handed them to the Shaman who appeared to bless them before handing them out. The kids squealed with delight at the rubber balls and immediately began playing with them, running all over the camp. The women seemed to love the pots, and the men seemed equally enthralled about the fishing nets and machete's. The mosquito netting was kept by the Shaman. I assumed it would be used in their hospital, if they had such a thing. Owen then presented a wooden box to the Chief and bowed. It contained a very ornate knife that the Chief grinned proudly about as he took it out and inspected it. The tribe made loud noises as he showed it around. I'm guessing it was something special to them.

Lots of young kids ran up to greet us almost pulling us along with them as they chattered excitedly. Compared to their mocha brown, our skin looked whiter than it really was. We'd have blinded them if we hadn't spent the month getting what we had considered a dark tan. As soon as we sat down, the kids seem fascinated by our blond hair, especially on Blake as his was longer and curlier. A couple of really young boys sat on Blake's lap as they looked him over. It was like being greeted by puppies. It's not like Blake minded all the attention and seemed to be quite thrilled they were pawing all over him. The Chief spoke and everyone scattered without complaint or hesitation. I wonder what his secret is, and if he can teach it to me for when we get home. Food and water was brought out, and many of the tribe sat to join us. Owen did the interpreting and we made sure to thank them for their hospitality and for welcoming us. Others in the tribe had begun to get closer to J.P. & I, looking at us like we were meat at a deli counter. They ran their hands through our hair and pointed to each of us a lot. They played with our faces, lifted our loin cloths to check our crotches and asses more than is normal in western civilization, or more than is normal during a full on make out session, if I were honest. The only thing they didn't do was grab our penises.

Owen had spent a lot of time talking to the elders of the tribe and he seemed to know their language very well. Once he was done talking, he looked back at us. "Remember I said that this was the beginning of the fertility festival?"

"Sure," Colin nodded.

"Each year I've been here, I've been alone so I never thought much about it. I've always just joined in and gone along with the festivities. They believe that you'll join in as well. I never thought to ask about that before we got into the village."

"What would that entail for us?" Colin asked.

"It means that if we want to stay, we participate. If we choose not to, we will have insulted them, and might never be able to return again."

"Seems like we participate," I grinned. "What happens at this festival?"

"It starts tonight with the eligible boys being placed together, separated from the rest of the tribe. In the morning, things will get under way to send those boys into manhood. It increases in intensity over the three days," he said before turning to talk to the Chief in their language again.

Before he could explain further, we were led over to a hut and shown where we would be sleeping. Owen had to let the elders know that Blake was 14 and since he hadn't been through any fertility ceremony, he was still considered a boy and would have to sleep with the women. I don't even need to tell you how incensed Blake was at that idea. We were shown around the village including their garden which looked amazing. Flowers surrounded it and vegetables were growing in abundance. I never expected that. I thought they just climbed trees and chopped down coconuts and bananas, and chased wild boar when they were hungry. I had a lot to learn.

Several boys, around Blake's age, arrived to gather around Blake, all talking excitedly before taking him by the hand to lead him away.

"Is Blake safe with them?" I asked slightly concerned. I mean I've seen movies about Amazon people where they take the boys, pierce their faces, get them fucked up on drugs and send them on a quest. Not that Blake wouldn't find that fascinating, but I'd prefer he not do it, if I'm being honest again.

"He's safe. The boys just want to get to know him. They don't get a lot of visitors from the outside world." Owen paused for a brief moment to talk to the Chief in their language, and after getting a reply and a nod, he continued. "I requested his permission to explain more of the festival to you. I'll talk in both languages so he doesn't feel left out, and they can add things if they need too."

"Awesome," I said as we sat to listen to them.

"The festival, which runs for three days officially starts tomorrow morning. The 14 year old boys are taken out on a hunting expedition with the men of the tribe early in the morning. While they have all gone out hunting many times before, this time they are expected to lead it. Whatever they return with the women will prepare for the evening feast. The hunt is followed by the boy getting the talk of the fertility gods from his father. The birds and bees as we'd know it. The fathers will also explain the ceremony to them so they know what is expected. That is immediately followed by the father implanting his seed in his son to take with him as a sign of strength and virility."

"Implanting his seed?" I asked.

"In our terms, they basically fuck him, but for them it's seen more as passing down their virility. After that is completed, the boys will probably have a nap before spending time together to get ready for the evening. It's not like our culture where you just grow up at your own speed. Here, it's like flipping a light switch. They enter the mating hut a boy and exit a man."

"Efficient," Colin nodded.

"While the men and boys are away gathering food in the morning, the girls will be taken to the lake to be prepared by the women to accept a penis."

"Prepared?" J.P. inquired.

"Basically, they break the hymen so that there is no bleeding during penetration. They shave the girls' vaginas clean so that the boy doesn't have to fumble to find anything on his first time. Instruction is given to the girls on how to accept a penis. Usually this is done with a smooth bone, or shaped wood, almost like their version of a dildo."

I refrained from saying that I had a smooth bone that resembled a dildo, but was far better. I'm trying to learn a new culture here, not be crude. I just nodded slowly as I followed along thoughtfully. I hoped there wouldn't be graphic descriptions of sex as I haven't been laid in a while and I'm ready to pop wood at the first strong breeze. Make that the first strong cool breeze. In this temperature, boners weren't really high on my list of things right now.

"Once the girls have gotten the hang of being penetrated, they return to the village to help the women get things ready. When the time comes, all 14 year old boys head to the lake to scrub clean and prepare. They are adorned with paint from berries and ash, to make themselves more appealing for the girls. It's like our version of soap, shampoo and cologne," Owen explained.

"Then what happens?" I asked. This was true tribal type stuff. Like you see in movies, but without the Hollywood censoring.

"The boys let themselves dry as they lay out in the sun before they are given a ceremonial loin cloth, usually made of very intricately woven leaves and vines. They are brought back to the village where the entire tribe will gather in the main area. Each mother begins by presenting the eligible girl to the Chief. They will be dressed in a grass skirt which is removed immediately after being introduced. This is followed by the boys being presented by the father. The father will give his son an erection before dropping the loin cloth to reveal him to the Chief, and by design, the entire tribe. Once everyone is presented, the Chief will select a boy to partner with a girl. Usually the tribe makes a lot of noise to signal their approval of the union."

"Ummm, how exactly does the father give the boy an erection?" J.P. asked curiously.

"The boy will stand with his legs apart while his father reaches between them from behind and strokes the penis until it's hard. Then he unties the back of the covering and pulls it away."

"Christ, once Blake sees that he's gonna insist on being presented to everyone he meets at home," I said shaking my head.

Owen continued. "The pairs then go into the mating hut, where both families encircle the young couple to give them privacy from the other couples. The families will watch as the two mate and the boy leaves his seed in her. They are then separated. The girl is attended to by the women who will lift her almost upside down for at least half an hour to ensure the sperm drains into her properly for best results. The boy is taken back to the edge of the lake, where the men of both families masturbate over him to replenish his seed. Once it has dried and been `absorbed by the body,' he will once again be thoroughly washed and his body decoration re-applied. Everyone gathers for a large celebratory feast. After that is done, all couples are returned to the mating hut to spend the night together until morning. This time the families are not permitted, only the young couples. It is supposed to be a night of love making between the boy and girl, but because adults are not permitted, it is widely believed that the girls are used by all the boys throughout the night, but that has never been confirmed."

"So, their idea of privacy for the couple is to all watch them have sex?" J.P. smirked.

"It's a ritual thing to ensure the coupling is performed properly. That's just the first night of the festival," Owen said with a big smile as the Chief listened in while Owen alternated between English and their language. The Chief made several comments and Owen nodded.

"Sounds like the ceremony every 14 year old would dream of," Colin grinned as Owen translated, getting small laughs from some of those listening. "I'm curious. What happens if there aren't the same number of girls and boys during this first part? It seems to all hinge on it being an even number."

If there are more boys than girls in a year, then any girl who was not impregnated in the previous year will be put forward again. If there are more girls than boys, then an older boy, who did not successfully impregnate his girl last year will be chosen to repeat his performance."

"Do they keep a spreadsheet of who did what?" I asked. "This sounds complicated."

"Not really. Oversimplified, it's the 14 year old boys, becoming men, who fertilize the women. If they fail, they have a year to try and create offspring. After that they are seen as infertile and will be given less meaningful chores within the tribe. Remember, all sperm is considered sacred to their fertility, strength and growth, so they never waste it."

"I have that same belief at home," I nodded. "No cum should go to waste. Ummm...just for my own curiosity... how do THEY do it?"

"Two ways. Any 14 year old who did not impregnate a girl is considered in urgent need of help from the men, so if an erection happens, a man may pick one of these boys and give him his `more fertile' seed. This would be done anally to ensure it gets close to the reproductive organs. There's not usually many of those boys though, as most are successful at impregnation. I have a feeling this is why they time this fertility ceremony when they do."

"Most of the men's seed is used to help the younger boys toward achieving manhood. As I said before it is either sprayed onto their genitals, or the boys ingest it."

"I'm telling you, this needs an Excel spreadsheet to keep it all figured out. So, boys are men at 14 and girls are women when? I thought girls matured faster than boys."

"They do. Girls that get their first period are considered women, and are presented to the tribe as such."

"During full moons when they have intercourse, can the 14 year old boys participate?" Colin asked.

"Yes. Once a mother gives birth though, no one may have sex with that woman until the child is two years old. It is believed that a woman should not have two infants in care at the same time."

"What if the woman has twins?" J.P. asked looking at me.

"On the rare occurrence of twins, they are raised as one person. The Yugenagi consider twins to have intellect so great that it required two bodies to carry it all. It almost goes without saying that they also believe twins to be twice as fertile too."

"Yeah, that's how I figure it as well. I always knew I had three times the smarts of everyone else. Triplets would freak the shit out of them," I grinned.

"I'm sure it would, but the downside is that if one twin dies, the other is immediately put to death as to not allow half a person to exist in either world."

"Balls!" J.P. said. "That would suck."

"Mortality is high here, so reproduction is an extremely important part of their culture," Owen said continuing with details. "They allow outsiders to participate so that they can maintain a fresh gene pool, despite not really understanding what a gene pool is. Every five years, another tribe will trek to another and combine their fertility festivals. They put aside any differences they may have for that one evening."

"Sounds like quite the culture," Colin nodded. "Like a swinger's party with the neighbours!"

"Exactly," Owen nodded. The explanation stopped as a meal was brought out to the men by the women and everyone stopped to eat. It was simple food of fruit, berries and some sort of stick, I think. But tasty. I'll give them that. There were more types of fruit than I've ever seen. Some I recognized, and some I thought I recognized, I didn't once I tasted it, but everything was incredible. Some things had gooey centres that looked like snot, but once you tried it, it was insanely good. A lot of the fruit could be turned into juice, and as Owen explained, there were a lot of vitamins in the mix of things. One giant bean looking thing was actually a fruit called pacay. The inside looked like white cotton, but it was super sweet. I couldn't each much of that. I guess it's an acquired taste, but I could acquire the taste real fast. I half expected the food to be served on a plate with utensils, but it came in a very decoratively folded leaf, while some items were in carved wooden bowls, and we ate with our hands. One of the meat items was fish and when I asked Owen what the other jelly looking thing was, he said it was monkey brains. I skipped that one, but he ate it as he said it was a delicacy. I didn't mind letting him have mine. If I have to eat the leaf, I'm complaining to the chef, but at least we didn't have dishes to do. All the boys returned from whatever they had been doing and I almost choked on my food as Blake approached. He was almost unrecognizable. He was covered in mud from head to toe with some intricate patterns drawn into it. Only his green eyes peeked out from underneath it all. There was a large leaf tied around his thigh, and he had a bone knife slid inside it. He sat down beside us and grunted. I almost pissed myself laughing.

"Hi! Guess what I've been doing?"

"Playing in mud?" Colin replied with a smile as food was brought to him.

"No silly. This is my camouflage paint. I'm an official member of the Yugenagi tribe now," he said proudly.

Owen almost choked on his meal. I looked at him and then back at Blake. "You are huh? That's why you're covered in mud?"

"Yep!" He grinned.

"Blake. What exactly did you do to become a tribe member?" Owen asked interjecting.

"First we all played around in the lake before we did like a native dance together. Some stuff was explained to me by that boy who can speak a little English."

"Tari," Owen added.

"Yeah, Tari," Blake nodded. "Then we got a big leaf and everyone had to cut their finger to put blood on it. We mixed everyone's together and then each boy had to rub a finger in it and get another boy to stick his tongue out. They we drew a line right down the tongue with the finger. That's like a togetherness thing. Then I had to fight a boy. He almost knocked me out, but I managed to crack his head on a tree and I won when he went unconscious. Guess how they woke him up?"

"Smelling salts?" I joked.

"Nope. They picked him up and threw him in the lake. He woke up pretty fast after that. Thank god I knew karate, huh? Now, I'm a Yugenagi. Well almost. I still have two other things to do. Guess what they are?"

"Ummm...what?" Colin asked as we stared at our mud-covered kid.

"They take me out with a spear and a bow & arrow, and we don't come back until I bring something back that I killed. Like an animal, I mean, not a person or anything."

"That's a relief."

"Most Yugenagi do the tribe test at 7, but I wasn't here at 7, so Tari said I should be able to do it easily. The guys are gonna teach me how to use the bow & arrow properly, and how to throw a spear. Tomorrow, we also do a big celebration thing to become men because we're 14, and not only will I be a member of the tribe, I'll also be a man and I won't have to sleep in the girl's hut after that. Cool, huh?"

"Sounds like it," Colin grinned.

"Did he say anything specific about that celebration?" J.P. asked smirking.

"Nope. Just by the end of the day, all us 14 year old boys will be real men. Tonight, all the boys that are going to the man ceremony, have to sleep in a hut by themselves. They're not allowed to be in the women's hut anymore, which is totally fine by me. I might go, so I don't have to sleep with the mothers like a baby. We're not technically men until after tomorrow, so they put us by ourselves to get become prepared for our big day."

Blake ate his food like a local and went off to play with the other kids, who never seemed to stop running around. I was exhausted watching them. In fact, I was exhausted watching everyone. They seemed busy all the time. No one here was a couch potato glued to their laptops searching for useless shit on the internet, or reading stories about trips to the Amazon... Everything had a purpose.

Owen talked to the Chief, and when he spoke to us again, he sounded pretty serious. "Blake told the elders that he is participating in the festival. I don't think he knows what it entails, and I tried to tell the Chief that, but he said the boy is 14 and speaks for himself. Blake will be expected to go through with it tomorrow."

J.P. laughed. "Do you think he knows about the sex and that's why he's so eager to join in?"

"I have no idea, but I wouldn't put it past him," Colin replied. "Although how anyone is interested in sex in this heat is beyond me. I haven't thought about it at all since we arrived."

"Me either," I agreed. "This might be the world's natural cure for over population. Raise the heat until we're too hot and uncomfortable to want to do it."

"Has Blake had sex before?" Owen asked.

"More than most boys his age. In fact, probably more than most guys our age," I assured him. "Personally, I think he'll enjoy the experience, but if we let him know what takes place at the festival and he changes his mind, what would happen?"

"He would be expelled from the tribe."

"So, we'd have to leave?" J.P. asked.

"We wouldn't be required to as Blake's decision wouldn't reflect on us, just on him, but I assume you wouldn't want him wandering around the jungle on his own," Owen reasoned with a smile. "There would just be one major concern with all of leaving. We'd be insulting them and therefore expelled ourselves."

"That would suck," Colin admitted.

"It would more than suck. We'd probably be condemning ourselves to death, because without their escort, there would be little to no chance of finding our way back to the river and our boat."

"Then I guess Blake becomes a man," I reasoned. "Not like he'll refuse. I just hope we can put up with him after that."

Colin and I decided to talk to Blake, sooner rather than later. God knows what else he'll get himself into. For all we know he'll end up in a marriage ceremony, or the Kal-if-fee. You know...the Vulcan fight to the death. They may not have heard of that here in the Amazon though.

"Blake, come hang out with us for a minute," Colin said as we found him with the other kids apparently hunting trees, or playing a version of hide and seek.

"Looks like you're making friends already."

"Yeah. I have no idea what they're saying, but we seem to be getting along. Did you know this mud really works well at keeping the bugs off? You guys should try it. Feels like I'm wearing a suit of armour."

"We might have to do that if we keep getting eaten alive," I said as we sat down on a nearby log. "Listen we wanted to talk to you about the ceremony thing tomorrow. I don't think anyone explained it to you."

"Sure they did. I go from being a boy to a man and get to hunt and hang out with the other men, including my friends who are gonna be doing it to."

"There's a bit more to it than that," Colin said as he painstakingly explained what was entailed in the ceremony.

"They hook me up with a chick and I have sex with her? That's how I become a man?" he said grinning. He looked funny with the bright white teeth showing through his mud mask. "Dudes, you mean I've been a man for a couple years already? Why does no one tell me these things?" he joked.

"You have those other tasks to do as well. You have to lead a hunt, do a quest to join the tribe, and probably other stuff we're not aware of," Colin told him.

"Sounds like the biggest thing is having sex. I'm guessing the boys don't get to do that until this ceremony?"

"No. This will be their first time having intercourse," I revealed.

"You already know I don't have a problem with sex, Dad. I'm in. This will be epic. I just wish I could take pictures of me like this. No one will believe it."

"I'll get Owen to ask the Chief for permission to take pictures of you. He warned us not to use them in front of the tribe."

"Wicked. I hope he says yes. What do we do now? Do I have to sign up or something?"

"I think we just let them know that you're participating," I replied. "My guess is they'll be thrilled that you're joining in."

"What if some of the stuff is too hard for me to do?" He asked honestly. "Not sex. I got that one. But like hunting and any weird stuff like maybe chewing the head off a live bat or something."

"No idea. But how about we cross that bridge when we come to it?" Colin replied as he looked at me. We really didn't know the answer, but we were in pretty deep already.

"Bite the head off a live bat?" I asked. "Where did that come from?"

"Owen said they have vampire bats here, so I figure either you bite their heads off, or they bite me and I become a vampire. Not that I'd mind. It'd be pretty cool actually, but then you'd have to change my bed time as I'd have to stay up all night and sleep in the day."

"So...like you do now?"

He grinned again. We headed off to find Owen and let him know Blake was participating in the fertility festival. We're sending our son off to get laid. Like he need more encouragement. Blake the man better be easier to handle than Blake the teenager. I have a lot of expectation from this ceremony. We told Owen, and he actually looked relieved to hear it. He quickly went and talked to the Chief who came over and spoke directly to Blake, interpreted by Owen. He welcomed Blake to the ceremony, and said he thought he'd make a fine man. He took hold of Blake's penis and testicles, lifting them up, before saying he would be a good mate for one of the girls. Blake thanked him very politely, not even acknowledging that he was being fondled. I guess he understood the importance of the whole festival.

The 14 year old boys were rounded up a short while later and taken off together with several men. Owen explained that they would be discussing the hunt tomorrow and preparing some weapons. When Blake returned, he had the stupidest grin on his face and sat down with all of us.

"I have to lead a hunt tomorrow, just like you said, but we get to go in pairs, which is cool. Tari volunteered to be my partner because he speaks a little English. I got to make my own spear and I get a bow & arrow too. Probably a blow gun too, if I can figure out how to use it properly. Guess what else I had to do?"

"No idea. Hopefully it wasn't the bat thing," I joked, getting a quizzical look from J.P.

"Nope. I had to let two men cum in my mouth. Just like Owen said." He put his fist up for Owen to bump. "They got boners and stuck them right down my throat and made me swallow it. I've been seeded to be a man, Dad! Cool huh? All the boys did it, so it's not like I'm being a pervert or anything...in case that's what you're thinking," he added quickly.

"If you say so," I said smirking at him.

"Sorry. I forgot that part," Owen said looking embarrassed. "The elders give the boys their seed the night before the hunt as a sign of encouragement and strength to do well."

"No worries. I have a feeling there's a lot more surprises ahead. Are you okay?" Colin asked Blake.

"Sure. Great. I'm all seeded and ready to kill something," he grunted trying to sound manly.

We had permission from the Chief to take pictures of Blake and Tari, so we headed to the lake to use the waterfall as an awesome backdrop. Owen joined us and we took dozens of pictures. The two looked like real Amazonian warriors. Owen took some with all of us and every combination in between. At one point, Blake began getting an erection when he stood between Colin and I, so we recommended that would be a good place to stop. Of course, Blake wanted pics where his cock was shown bigger, so we let him have a couple of him by himself showing a semi-erection, holding a spear. It was actually a great shot...perfect for the family album. His grandparents could show to their church friends. We returned to camp where Tari and Blake ran off to be with the other kids, while we once again packed the camera away, having taken a few pictures as covertly as possible of the village without getting caught.

The rest of the night was spent socializing and seemingly getting stoned, or at least that's what it felt like. Maybe they just have strong tobacco. When it was finally time for bed, Blake came and gave us all a hug, with the boys giving him strange looks and talking about what he was doing. Owen explained that showing such affection from a male to male was not something usually done, so I took Blake aside and explained that he should be careful with the other boys, and basically do only what they did and nothing else, especially anything sexual. He nodded. Part of me wanted to wash the mud off him but he seemed quite content to head to bed with it on, as did all the other boys. There were six 14 year olds, including Blake, who would be in the hut together for the night. The younger ones went with the women.

Owen sat with us again. "Blake left out one thing about becoming a tribe member. His final challenge is that the elders will take him into the woods and give him a small amount of the devil's apple. Its side effects are delirium and hallucinations as it's a poisonous herb. He will be left alone with only a spear, and must find his way back."

"Shit, he can't do that. He's had no training for that sort of thing," I said quickly. "Rolling in mud and cutting your finger to make a blood oath are something even boys in our world could get up to. Not a lot of killing or poisoning are common in becoming a member of society."

"It sounds worse than it is. Remember they normally do this for the seven year olds. The boys think they're alone, but several tribe members track them to ensure no serious danger comes to them. I mean there are poisonous plants, dangerous animals, deadly insects and all sorts of other things out there, but he'll get through it. He might even relish the challenge and feel stronger when it's over. After tomorrow night, he's a man and if he says he wants to do it, you won't be able to stop him."

"Wanna bet?" I said bluntly. He may be a man here but he's still in kid in my world.

The men retired to their hut and we all picked a bed. I was near Colin and J.P. and got an actual bed, while they were in hammocks. Well, I say an actual bed, but it was up on a bamboo frame and the bed itself was made of twigs sticks and leaves, padded with what felt like lumpy cotton balls. It was pretty well designed, but the thread count on the leaves wouldn't make better homes and gardens, that's for sure. It was thick, but extremely uncomfortable. I'll take my memory foam bed any day. I'm sure this was probably good for my back, but it explained when they weren't all screwing each other every night. Try sex in a hammock, or with twigs and leaves in your back. I did manage to sleep though, despite basically being so hot I could have cooked monkey brains on my chest. Do you cook them, or sauté them? I'll have to get the recipe before we leave.

The next day everyone was up before the sun was up, which was easy to do as the temperate rose rapidly as it came through the trees. Fortunately, it was much cooler in the thick of the trees where the village was, compared to the open area by the lake. The men gathered the 14 year olds for the hunt and the pairs headed out in different directions with at least four men with them. Blake looked like a traditional Yugenagi with his spear, a hunting knife strapped to his leg, and a bow & arrow across his chest. I noticed that the men also had blow dart guns with them. I wouldn't mind trying those before we leave. Maybe if I get good enough, I can spit a dart into Blake's ass to slow him down a little. Might come in handy at home when he gets into his hyper moods, or when I need him to be quiet. One tranquilizer dart to the ass from across the room should do it. I decided to go out with some of the other men and picked bananas while Colin and J.P. had sharp bone knives to chop down other weird looking fruit. I killed my first banana tree. I'm a man!

The boys returned slowly over the next few hours and each time a group returned I looked to see if it was Blake. When I saw him return, I almost looked for my phone to call 9-1-1. He was covered in blood and he and Tari had a large animal strung out on a pole they were carrying between their shoulders.

They took the animal immediately over to the women and dropped it near them. Colin, J.P. and I went to see what they had killed. "What is it?" Colin asked looking at Owen, who had arrived almost at the same time to congratulate the `soon to be men.'

"It's a Capybara. Like a super large guinea pig," he explained.

"Tari speared it and then I had to jump on it to try and finish it off, but it got away and tried to hide in the water. I jumped in after it and we wrestled it until we got it out. Then we hacked it with our knives until it was dead," Blake said grinning from ear to ear, covered in the animal's blood.

"Great, we have Rambo on our hands now," Colin remarked. Fuck me, the boy just slaughtered an animal with his bare hands. This was like some alternate reality that had taken over our core principles. This is exactly like the movie Lord of the Flies. We're all going to die at his hands if he doesn't get his own way.

"Well, at home, you'd be grounded for killing something like that and bringing it home," I laughed trying to be supportive and stay on his good side. "But here, I think congratulations are in order. Well done boys!" Colin and J.P. also praised the two boys and then smiled at us. I think we're well on our way to having another man in the house. That skill should come in handy at Safeway when we need a good pot roast brought home.

"I'm guessing you need to go wash up?" I suggested to Blake.

"Nah. This shows how tough I am. I'll clean up when all the guys are back and we go to the lake."

I looked around and he wasn't wrong. No one seemed in a hurry to go wash their hands' for lunch, or as they call it click, click, whistle, tweet, hoot, clack.' The things they killed would take time to prepare, so for lunch we had more plants and fruit and that cyanide bread. Blake ate like a savage, and I had no idea if he was hamming it up for us to look like a warrior, or if he'd snapped. Once the click, click,'...lunch...was over, all the hunters headed to the lake. It was basically a scrub fest to get rid of all the mud, paint, blood and anything else encrusted on their bodies. We joined in, despite not being as dirty as they were and it was quite a sight to see all the men go from being mud covered to clean again. It looked like one person went into the water and other emerged. Once everyone was cleaned up and had air dried (they didn't really seem to go in for towels around here), it was time for the talk' with the boys by their fathers. "You're up, Colin," I grinned.

"This one's all yours honey," he smiled. I thought he might kiss me, but Owen was close by and just cleared his throat as a warning. Men apparently don't kiss each other either. We quickly discussed who was going to take Blake for the talk, and I ended up being the one elected, or involuntarily volunteered. At one point we thought J.P. should do it as me, but figured Blake would see right through that.

As we sat there discussing it, the young guy Blake had made friends with came up and stood in front of Owen. "I'll be back later guys. Time for the talk," he said as Tari pulled him up by the hand.

"Ummm, I thought this was a private thing with his father?" Colin said to him.

"It is. The first time I was here with my father, I was also 14. Tari is the result. He's my son. I've been back at least once a year to be here for him and he's received a lot of my seed to help him to manhood, but this will be the first time he receives it anally as I send him off on his final stage." He took off with Tari by his side.

"I had no idea, but that explains the lighter skin and the fact the boy can speak some English," Colin nodded. I agreed, and watched as Blake approached, now looking like his usual self, all sparkly clean with his bright blond hair visible again. I have to admit he really did look white, now that the mud was gone.

"Blake, you and I need to go talk," I said putting my arm on his shoulder as he sat down next to me.

"Whatever I did, I didn't mean to. I probably just didn't know," he said quickly.

"Guilty much?"

"Well we both know it's never good when you say `we need to talk'," he reasoned.

"Fair enough. This time it actually is, though. At least I think you'll feel it is," I assured him as we made our way out of the village and into the woods. I followed a trail until I found a place we could sit and talk. "This is part of their ceremony for today. You and I are supposed to have the `birds and the bees' talk right now before I send you off to become a man."

"Sure, great. What do you need to know, Dad?" he giggled.

"Funny. Did Tari tell you any more about what happens tonight?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Just that we'll become men and then have a huge feast to celebrate. You guys told me about the sex thing. I don't really need the birds and the bees talk, Dad. I think we both know I know about sex. Plus, you kinda sucked at it last time," Blake said grinning at me.

"I don't remember talking to you about it at all. You mostly were way ahead of me figuring sex out on your own," I said looking at him trying to think when we'd had any talk about it.

"I rest my case," he said putting his hand out as it to emphasize the point. "Do you even know what part goes where?"

"Smart-ass." I re-explained that he was going to be paired with a girl and have sex with her and that would signify his journey into adulthood

"Which girl? Do I get to pick?" He asked excitedly.

"The Chief decides that when you are presented to him."

"I'm okay with that," he nodded.

"It starts with you being washed and painted up again for the ceremony. You'll also have a decorative loin cloth on. I'll present you to the tribe after the girls have been presented by their mothers. I have you stand and face the tribe, and my job is to reach between your legs and masturbate you until you get hard, then remove your loin cloth so everyone can see you."

"Really? The whole tribe will watch you jerk me off? Homo!" He giggled, teasing.

"No, that part will be hidden under the loin cloth. I don't drop that until you're hard."

"Dad, I'll probably be hard before you even stand me up, especially if other boys or girls go first. Then what happens?"

The Chief will partner you with a girl, and once everyone is matched with someone, you and your girl go into the mating hut together."

"Then we have sex, huh?"

"Yeah, but we're all there to watch you do it."

"What? Really? Perv!" He grinned.

"The families of the boy and the girl surround you and watch as you have intercourse. They also want to make sure you actually put your seed in her?"

"My seed? You mean my cum?"

"Yeah."

"Wait! I have to fuck her without a condom. I thought you said to never do that or the girl might get pregnant," he said sounding shocked.

"Yeah, and that rules stands back at home, but here...your job is to actually get her pregnant," I revealed.

He looked at me as if I were wildly stoned or had lost all my senses. "So, ummm, Dad? If she does get pregnant, do I have to do anything like pay child support or take the kid on weekends and stuff? Would that mean I have to marry her?"

I almost laughed. "No. Your only job is to provide the sperm. It's not like it is at home. The tribe will raise the baby, if there is one."

"Would I still be the Dad?"

"Technically, yes, but it's not like that here. The entire tribe is the family and the job of the man is simply to impregnate the girl to ensure the survival of the tribe."

"So, I'll be a man after that?"

"In this culture you will be. You're every bit a man as any of the adults."

"See! That's what I've been telling you! I'm all man!" He giggled...just like men do. Then he stopped and stared. I turned to look at what had his attention. I half expected a pack of hungry cheetahs to be sneaking up on us. Blake leaned in closer to me and whispered. "That man is fucking the boy. I thought you said that they don't do that."

"Don't stare. Focus back on me," I told him. He looked at me, but his eyes kept glancing over at the action off in the trees beside us. "It's part of the ritual. The father passes his seed to his son before sending him off to be a man. They believe it will help him to be stronger and more virile to impregnate the girl."

Blake sat there looking at me blankly.

"Did you understand that?" I asked.

"Sure. The guy takes the cum with him to help him become better at sex."

"Basically, yes. I think it's like passing a torch thing."

Blake leaned over and whispered at me, grinning. "So, you want me to give you my seed?"

"Huh? That's kinda backward from what I just said."

"Well if putting sperm in someone like that makes you better at sex, you kinda need all the help you can get," he giggled.

"Shut up!" I laughed. "In one way I'm glad you are getting to experience another culture so vastly difference from ours."

"Yeah, it's way cool. I'm learning lots of new things. What else do you have to tell me about the birds and the bees?" He giggled. "I think you might be about two years to late. Just for the record."

"I realize that. But here, the boys haven't put their penis inside a girl yet. Their fathers are giving them basic sex instructions before they mate."

"And fucking them. Don't forget that part. It's important to make sure they're a strong virus man," he said pointing at me.

"Virile. It basically means to make your sperm stronger to swim harder." It was the best definition I could come up with since I didn't have my phone to Google anything, or ask Siri.

"So?" he grinned.

"So what?" I asked looking at him.

"Are you gonna make me a viral man?"

Should I even stop to explain he's not going viral, just virile? Why bother... "At home, my answer would be to wait until you were 16, as usual. But since we're here and participating, I'll leave it up to you. Would you like me to put my sperm in you to take with you to your ceremony?"

"You really mean it? You'll fuck me?" He said excitedly almost getting ready to jump me.

"Let's not call it fucking. Let's stick with the culture here. I'm passing my seed to you to help make you a man."

"I'm cool with that. Do Colin and J.P. know we're doing this? Do they have to fuck me too? I mean put their seeds in me?"

"Yes, they know what we're doing, but no they don't join in."

"But I have two Dads. You should both have to do it, and since you're only half a person, J.P. would have to do it as well." The boy doesn't miss anything. He hears sex and figures out a way to get as much as he can.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" I teased. "But here they wouldn't understand two Dads, so you're stuck with me. Unless you want Colin to do it?"

"It'd be fun with both, but I'd really like you to do it. It's an important part of their life here, so we shouldn't insult them," he said hugging me again. "Do we start with kissing and blowjobs and stuff?"

"No. It's not sex, remember. According to what Owen told me, you just bend over, hold your ankles, and I insert myself and stay in you just long enough to cum. Then it's over."

"Did you bring lube?" He asked looking around.

"I have in in my pack, but I forgot to bring it for this. Not even sure how they do it here. Maybe they just use spit or go in dry."

"I could give you a blowjob and you could rim me to get me lubed up," he offered.

"Not sure we should in case it's not permitted. How about I just finger tons of spit in you and go slow."

"Cool. I can handle it, Dad," he said standing up, now with a full erection, showing off his excitement. "Should I jerk off while you're fuck...putting seeds in me?"

"Probably not. The idea is to ensure you have lot of cum in you, not drain you before you get into the girl."

"Dad, I haven't cummed since we left home, so I have at least four litres saved up. I hope I last more than a few seconds tonight."

"Just go stay in the lake for a few hours and that'll get you back under control until it's time to release the kraken!" I laughed. "Show these boys how a pale skin fucks."

"I think that's racist, Dad," he laughed.

"That's what they call us...pale skins, or some equivalent translation of it. Shall we do this?"

"God, yeah. Just go slow."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"No, not because of that," he said almost indignantly. "In case I get close to cumming. I want to enjoy it, and not have you bust a nut in the first five seconds when you realize how amazing my ass is."

"Noted," I grinned rubbing his head." He bent over and grabbed his ankles with his legs partially apart. I spit on my fingers and began lubing him up. I made sure to finger him deep and get as much as I could in there. If you want to talk about extreme male bonding, this was it. I added extra spit to my cock and moved up against his ass. I pushed slowly and felt him open up to accept me, almost eagerly. He really did have a great ass, and I could see why so many people liked fucking him. I continued inside and stopped about hallway. "You still okay?"

"I don't think the other Dads would ask that. I think you just push all the way in and fuck me. I'm supposed to be becoming a man, not being asked if I'm okay, like a little kid," he said still looking down between his legs, almost as if he were trying to watch.

"I forgot," I grinned.

"It hurts a bit more than when I use lube, but I can handle it, Dad," he admitted.

It was still hot outside, so the last thing I wanted to do was spend a lot of time having sex like I did at home. The thought of rolling around kissing, cuddling, spooning and fucking, made me feel even hotter and stickier. I really just wanted to get this over with. I kinda saw why there was not a lot of hand holding and PDA here. Who would want to touch someone who was sweaty all the time? I held his hips and pushed myself the rest of the way in and fucked him. He began giggling to himself as I did it. "What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking. Here you have to fuck me to make me a man, and after I become one, you're not allowed to anymore. At home, you're only supposed to fuck me AFTER I become a man. Weird huh?"

"Weird is right," I said thinking of all the young boys clambering for the men's sperm like hungry wolves.

I didn't last long, because, like Blake, I hadn't blown a load in a several days, and when I came it felt like I was peeing in him rather than cumming. That's just how much I had stored up. I mean it might not have been that much, but the way my dick pumped and pumped, it sure felt like it. I pulled out and Blake stood up and felt his ass, lifting his finger to see my wet cum on it. He threw his arms around me and gave me a huge hug. All I was thinking was `get off me, you're hot and sweaty,' but under the circumstances, I hugged him back. By the time he let go, he had a tear in one eye. "I know I'm not supposed to ask, but are you okay?"

He nodded. "The best ever. I'm never gonna forget this day, Dad. Not ever in a billion years. I love you."

"Well, I'm glad I could share this with you. I love you too. It'll sure be something to tell your friends at home. Maybe just leave out the part where I seeded you."

"Awww...That's the best part," he giggled. "Kidding. Deal. Do we head back now?"

"Maybe we should sit for a minute until your erection goes down. I'm not sure it the other boys would have one or not, so we'll err on the side of caution."

"Gotcha. Do you think Tari is getting fucked by Owen?"

"So you know that he's his father?"

"Yeah, Tari told me. But he calls him Daddeh, in is broken English way," he explained.

"Yes, Owen will be doing the same thing for his son that we just did."

"Cool. This is a totally wicked place. I wish we could live like this," he said somberly.

"You pretty much do. You run around naked all the time and have sex with everyone. The only thing missing is the mud, paint and spear."

"Can I still be considered a man when we get home since I went through all this here?"

"I think that's fair, sure," I grinned.

"YES!" he said excitedly. We made our way back to the village where all the boys gathered together again and were talking excitedly. I have no idea if Blake could understand anything, or if Tari was helping him, but when the boys showed off their asses to each other, I assumed the messaging was clear. Even young boys ran up to look at the newly seeded holes.

"What's happening now?" Colin asked as two naked boys were presented in front of us. Owen spoke to the Chief and listened carefully as he replied. He turned to look at us. "So, you remember when I said that any boy who didn't impregnate a girl last year was to repeat it this year if a girl was available? Well, these two have been chosen to partner with girls as there are more girls than boys this year."

"Then why are they in front of us?" Colin asked seemingly amused.

"Well..." Owen said swallowing a bit nervously. "They would consider it a great honour if J.P. and Justin would leave their twin seed inside the boys before they couple with the girls tonight."

"What?" J.P. said quickly in surprise.

"Like I said, they believe that twins are special, and not only more intelligent, but also more fertile. They want to hedge their bets since you are here."

"We each have to fuck one of their boys?" I asked thinking about this happening back home. Some Dad brings his 15 year old over for us to fuck. When does that ever happen? I mean it basically happened with Colton when he turned 16, but it's not like his Dad presented him to us, he only gave me permission to fuck him. Mostly sex just happens at random.

"You actually both have to seed each boy. Remember, they see you as one person not two people, so the seed from one wouldn't be enough."

"Great, how many times do they think I can cum at once?" I said smiling.

"So, each of you seeds one boy, then swap. It's not like they'll know if you don't cum a second time," Owen reasoned.

"I'll do it if you can't handle it, Dad. You might be too old for sex more than once now. Told you you should have let me put my seed in you," Blake teased, grinning wildly.

"Shut up!" I said looking up at him.

"You have to accept the boys by standing up and removing your loin cloths," Owen said quickly. "You can't refuse this. It's part of the ceremony, and you two are considered honoured guests."

"Are we going to take the boys into a hut or something?" I asked. Owen relayed the question to the Chief.

"No, you're going to do it in front of the tribe so they can bless the seed, and for the successful coupling of the boys to their partners."

J.P. and I stood up and dropped our loin cloths exposing ourselves to the entire tribe. Talk about a weird experience. I felt like a stripper on stage. Next year, they better have a pole for me to dance around. The four of us were moved into the center of the large circle, and I think I spoke too soon when I said dropping my loin cloth was weird. The two fathers quickly took hold of J.P. and my penises and began to masturbate us. Fortunately, I was still pretty horny despite the unusual surroundings. J.P. must have been the same as we quickly got hard. Our penises were shown to the tribe, who seemed to appreciate the size of them, or at least that we were hard, it's hard to tell what the clicking and chanting actually meant. The two boys bent over in front of us and grabbed their ankles with their legs apart. I'm guessing this isn't their first anal seeding. Notice I didn't say fuck. I'm trying to honour the culture here! I watched as the fathers' fingered some grease into the boys' holes. I don't even want to know what that lube was made out of. I mean I hadn't seen a sex shop since we left Vancouver, so I doubt it was a sterile water-based lubricant. Our cocks were coated and we were guided inside their boys. J.P. and I hoped that there were no specific rules to anally seeding a boy, so we just did what we knew how to do and fucked them. I came first, followed seconds later by J.P. Then according to custom, we switched, and went again before our erections subsided. I looked at J.P. and nodded and we both faked a second orgasm at the same time before pulling out. Each father shoved his finger back inside his son before pulling it out and holding up their cum soaked finger. The tribe erupted with cheering and hollering and we were allowed to sit back down as the boys were taken away.

"Well, if that doesn't get those girls pregnant, I don't know what will," I said smugly. "Now, how can I wash off whatever this crud is all over my dick. It smells awful."

"Want me to tell you what it is?" Owen said grinning.

"No. Definitely not. If it's something super gross I'll never want sex again."

Owen stayed quiet. All the 14-year-old boys were rounded up a short while later and sent away.

"Are they headed for the lake?" I asked Owen.

"Yeah. They're getting cleaned up, shaved, and prepared for tonight. Their paint and decorations will be more formal and they'll avoid the mud this time."

"Does everyone else get dressed up for this?"

"Yes. Paint, decorated with flowers and foliage for the women, as well as grass skirts. The little kids will just paint each other, but as always, they'll remain naked. Clothing is so scarce anyway that it's more for ceremonial purposes than it is for modesty. Men with large hanging penises will paint them to show them off like we'd show off jewelry."

"We should adopt this tradition at home," J.P. grinned. "I could even wear a cock ring as extra jewelry. So men never have sex with another man, right?"

"Never. Except as mentioned to help a boy achieve manhood, or to provide stronger seed to one who had not impregnated a woman, sex between men is never done. I know you two are married, but anything such as kissing, hugging, or even holding hands with another man, would never take place or even be understood."

"But they're fine if we jizz all over the 8 year olds?" Colin said sarcastically. "Strange."

"Different beliefs. In other tribes, men and boys do have sex together for entertainment, and only have sex with the women to get them pregnant."

"That's more my speed," J.P. admitted. "So, while we're here, you're basically saying don't fuck the men?"

"Absolutely saying that. Ask which boys you may give your seed to, and they'll happily tell you in order to help the boy, but sex with anyone outside those parameters is forbidden. One thing you'll find is that no man is shy about an erection or masturbation, as long as the rules are followed. Many men will watch as another empties himself, or even has sex with a woman during the full moon."

"It has pros and cons, I guess," J.P. acknowledged. I saw a lot more cons than pros personally.

When the boys returned and sat down, they looked like I might imagine they'd dress here for a wedding. They had feathers on them and bright body paint. Their faces were decorated and the loin cloths were very intricate. I wish I'd been allowed my camera to capture this moment, but it's not like I could ever forget it. The Chief stood to say something to everyone and announce the beginning of the fertility ceremony to bring boys to manhood...or words to that effect as Owen tried to translate as fast as he could. Then there was some ceremonial dancing before it ended abruptly and the dancers backed away into the darkness. The Chief returned to the center and signalled to where the women were.

One by one a girl was brought up and presented to the Chief before her grass skirt was removed and the mother sat down. The Chief put his finger in a bowl of what could best be described as white paint and drew a horizontal line across her vagina. Maybe that's like their version of a line in the sand that you can't cross until you're told. She was then made to stand off to the side, as this was repeated with each of the 8 girls presented. Blake leaned over and whispered to me as quietly as he could.

"You don't need to worry about giving me that erection. I have one already. I tucked it under the waistband of the loin cloth in case you need to know."

"Thanks," I whispered back trying not to look down at his crotch.

Now it was the boys turn to be presented. I was happy Blake and I didn't have to go first. We watched as each father knelt behind his son, reached between his legs and stroked him to erection before releasing the loin cloth to show everyone how fertile (?) virile (?)...well-hung, his boy was. The father sat down and the Chief returned to his paint pot and lifted the boys' penis with one hand and completely coated the balls in the white paint. A good color on a dark skin. I just hoped Blake wouldn't blow his load right there in front of everyone.

Owen and Tari went and we watched as the ritual presentation was performed between the two of them. Owen returned and whispered that Blake and I were next. We did our part, and to Blake's credit he was as serious as all the other boys in the ceremony. I was actually really proud of him, as I know Colin and J.P. were. Our boy, standing with a full erection, with his balls painted white, in front of an entire village, showing off his entire body. It's his Nirvana! The boys were stood in a line and one by one the Chief paired them together and drew an identical pattern on each couple's chest. Each pair had a different pattern, so we assumed that was their way of identifying the connection of the two as a couple. Owen confirmed that was the right assumption.

"Now what's happening?" J.P. asked as we watched what looked like a bed of leaves being brought into the center after all couples were arranged.

Owen asked the Chief who explained it. "The Shaman is now going to show the new couples how to perform intercourse," he translated pretty specifically.

A few of the boys had gone limp, while others remained fully erect. I don't think I need to tell you which category Blake was in. I'm hoping that the girls weren't offended by the boys who went limp. In our culture that might be a sign that they didn't like the girl they were given. Not that our culture hands out naked women in the village square. That's left for the apps on your phone to do. The Shaman, who looked to have been around 40, but with skin that had hardened from exposure to the sun, stepped up to the center as others chanted. Two women removed his headwear, ceremonial chest covering and finally his loin cloth, leaving him completely naked with a massive penis swinging between his legs. I'm guessing virility is determined by length of the penis. Makes sense...just look at me...and I'm a triplet!! He did what appeared to be a ceremonial dance around the bed of leaves, before finally pointing to a woman who was brought up to join him.

"It's considered a great honour to be picked by the Shaman for fornication instruction," Owen explained as what clothing she had was removed. She was helped to lie down on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread. All partnered couples were moved to surround the area, and while I couldn't clearly see what was happening, I could see enough to know that the Shaman had gotten on top of her for the instruction to begin. It was also pretty obvious, as the boys' erections returned from watching. I'm guessing this is their version of an instructional video. I'm also guessing that strong erections on the boys is how they believed they were ready for intercourse. Personally, they were just typical horny teenagers in my mind, but this ceremony stuff was sure making it fascinating. I may have to add this to my roleplaying games in the future.

Owen leaned over and quietly spoke to me. "Make sure you get to Blake before he starts. This isn't like western sex. He isn't to kiss her or play with her breasts or any foreplay. He simply inserts his penis like they're being shown and goes until he cums, then pulls out. Almost clinical. He can do the other type of sex once they retire together for the evening, but he should follow the lead of the other boys for what to do specifically."

"Thanks. I'll let him know," I nodded. Blake better have enough blood in his brain to comprehend that. The last thing we need is to bring shame on our family, and have to pony up some goats and a monkey as an apology to the other family. I don't even know where you get a monkey on such short notice.

Once the instructional demonstration' was over, the group broke up and we were expected to follow Blake to the mating hut to watch him fuck his girl. Sorry, that was crude. We were to watch the coupling of the two young people as they became adults and tried to conceive a child. Blake was about to be a Dad. No coming back from that. If we return in a year and there's a kid from this, I'm pretty sure I'll have a break down. I'll be a 23 year old grandfather. I'll have to get a rocking chair, a blanket, and a pipe. Some 7 year old will show up in Vancouver when I'm 30 and go hi grandad!', or whatever the clicking noise equivalent of that is, and I'll faint right there on our front step.

"So, everyone's really gonna watch me have sex?" Blake asked grinning wildly with his erection in full force. No worry about him having performance anxiety.

"That's the plan," I acknowledged before quickly relaying what Owen told me and making sure he understood clearly.

"I got it Dad. Just put my penis in and cum. No mushy stuff. Now you're gonna see how good I am at this!" He said patting me on the back. "You're gonna be so jealous, old man!"

Like I didn't already know that. We entered the hut, and the families gathered around each couple as the girls lay down and presented themselves to the boy. Blake looked down at her, and then almost as if he were performing in a play, he stuck his tongue out to the side looking around at everyone as he stroked himself to ensure he was fully hard. Trust me, he was hard. He knelt down and aimed himself at her before entering. Others watched closely to ensure he had gone in, and Blake just did his part as he lay on top and began their `coupling.' I was almost impressed at how long he lasted, as it was a good couple minutes before he announced he was cumming and filled her up. From the look on his face, and how he was panting, he must have had a massive load. That girl is going to be pumping out a mocha skinned baby with blond hair and green eyes in nine months for sure. Maybe several babies, like a litter. Blake pulled out and the women quickly went about lifting her legs up and tying her so she was almost upside down.

"What the hell are they doing to her?" Blake asked as the men quickly removed him from the hut.

"That's to ensure your sperm runs further into her," Owen explained as we left the hut at the same time. Tari had a bigger smile on his face than Blake did. I guess you would when you lose your virginity.

"They don't need to do that. I blasted it pretty hard in there," he bragged as we made our way down the trail with him still naked.

We got to the lakeside where some of the other boys had already arrived. They were receiving the seed of their family members, and I think Blake's eyes went wide as he saw the men ejaculate over the boys, with some opening their mouths for the seed.

"Ummm...what's this part of the ceremony thing?" Blake asked. I explained it to him. "You guys have to cum on me?"

That's the plan. Since you've coupled with their daughter, the men of their family. and our family, give you our seed to replenish you for your night ahead." I tried to be as clinical in my explanation as Owen had been when he told us about it.

"This is way fucking wilder than our house, and I thought we were sex crazy," Blake grinned as we got to a spot and he knelt down, copying the other boys. All the men in our group stripped and quickly began masturbating. Colin, J.P. and I, were a little slower off the mark but we had been warned by Owen that not fully participating was not an option. No other men, other than family members were present for this. My guess is it would seem too stalkerish to just watch non-family members have sex in front of you. Probably frowned upon, as opposed to the purely ceremonial thing of the entire family watching their kids do it for the first time. I'm being facetious in case you didn't recognize it. I wonder what they'd say if they knew how many times Blake had done it before tonight, and with several boys no less.

The first man, who I think was the father of the girl Blake had just boned, shot his load all over Blake's chest without warning. One thing I will say having looked around a bit. There just isn't the same visual when a guy cums on a white boy as opposed to a boy with really dark skin. The white cum seems to sparkle on their body, especially as it's rubbed in. On Blake, it almost just disappeared. The next man, who might have been the girl's grandfather, aimed his penis at Blake's mouth, and almost as if he knew what he was doing, Blake opened up to accept the penis as the man erupted in him. Colin came next, almost apologetically, but Blake was grinning wildly as he made sure to take the opportunity to suck Colin's cock. I tried to just blast what I had left on his chest, but Blake was having none of that as he took me in his mouth as well. The last man from the other family shot his load on Blake's chest and genitals, followed finally by J.P., who had nowhere near as much, as a result of anally seeding the other boys earlier. Blake was stood up and waited as the men rubbed the cum all over his body, with no worry about touching his crotch or ass at all. They even made sure his entire face was done. The men hit the water after Blake was moved over to the other boys so he could dry off. First a muddy Blake, now a cum crusted one. Interesting. It was like he was a flavour of the day.

Once the men had finished washing in the water and cleaning ourselves, I watched as each family took their boy into the water and scrubbed him clean, dunking him under several times to ensure he was washed everywhere. J.P., Colin and I duplicated their actions with Blake.

"This is wicked fun, Dads," Blake grinned as he was washed. "What's next?"

"I think we head to a banquet feast after we use more leaves and berries to make you smell better," Colin explained.

"There's not enough leaves and berries in the Amazon to make him smell better," I joked only to get splashed by Blake as he stuck his tongue out at me. We air dried, which in the heat of the Amazon, even in the evening, takes like 10 seconds. I think I heard us sizzling. We let the other family decorate Blake and he seemed to like the attention, especially when they decorated his penis and balls. Thankfully, he didn't spring another erection. How, I have no idea, as I almost had one just from watching. He joined the other boys as they received another decorative loin cloth and were paraded back to the tribe, where a massive feast awaited. I think there was a roast pig, fruit of every kind, maybe corn and potatoes?, and other assorted items. The grubs looked tasty, but anything that is alive and moving on a plate I have to pass on. It's just a rule I have. Some people are vegetarians, or gluten free. I'm live wiggly creature free. It's a medical thing...causes me to hurl. Blake and J.P. surprised the shit out of me as they tried some grubs and pretty much everything else. I didn't ask what the variety of meats were; as far as I was concerned it was pig and chicken. I don't need to know more than that. Monkey brains just aren't on my current diet. I did identify one plate as a Macaw bird, and only knew that because all the bright colored feathers of the bird were used to adorn the `platter'. The drink was the fermented manioc, and I can tell you, you don't need a lot of that before your head is spinning. Must be like 200 proof.

They played music, which I'm assuming was on their weekly top 40 as everyone seemed to know the songs and danced around to it. Who knew you could make so many musical instruments from things you find in the jungle? All that was missing was an empty moonshine jug and we'd have a hillbilly hoedown. Blake tried to show the kids how to do the floss dance. They giggled at him as he did it, or it could have been at how his penis was flopping around underneath his loin cloth. That was a bust as they just never got the hang of it at all. If it makes them feel any better, I still haven't perfected it yet, either. The celebration seemed to go on forever. The little kids, who remained completely naked except for some berry paint and what looked like ash from the fire, seemed very interested in getting to know Blake who was trying his hardest to understand them. They kept looking under his loin cloth and commenting.

"They're still fascinated by my penis," Blake commented when he took a break and sat beside me.

"To them, you're unusual and interesting. Blonde curly hair, green eyes, pale skin and a circumcised penis make you a constant fascination and source of conversation," Owen explained.

"That's cool. I think I'm sleeping with that girl all night tonight, right? I'd rather sleep with the boys, they're way more fun."

"You're a man now, not a boy," Owen reminded him. "And men in this culture may share the same hut, but they don't sleep with each other."

"What if I just wanted to crawl in with my Dads?" He asked curiously.

"No, that's not allowed. All men sleep separate, including your Dads. They wouldn't be allowed to share a bed. Only kids can sleep in a bed with their Mom. Never the Dad."

"That bites. Then he laughed. "Guess you're not getting laid tonight Colin," he teased.

"That depends on whether you get that girl pregnant or not. I might be required to give you my seed to make you more fertile," he said back, before realizing who he was actually talking to.

"I'd totally do that. I'd have to bend over like those boys did, and you'd fuck me in front of everyone?"

"Not for a couple months, when they determine that the girl isn't pregnant, and we'll be long gone by then," Colin replied quickly.

"Leave them your cell and I can call to find out once we get home," Blake giggled.

The feast was finally over and the new `men' were sent to the huts with their partners. One thing that had been allowed for the ceremony is that the 14-year-olds had been allowed the manioc and were completely wasted. Sending drunk teenagers into a hut with naked girls. What could possibly go wrong? Blake was going to give us a hug goodnight, but Owen shook his head and told Blake to watch what the other boys did. I think he was too trashed to really comprehend anything, but just trotted off to join the others. The girls entered first, and the boys followed behind, as excited as any 14-year-old anywhere who are told they're going to have sex all night. I didn't see a difference between that and our culture at all. The men shared a pipe around the circle as the women cleaned up, putting things away. If they bring out brandy for the men, this is like every movie from the 60's I've ever seen. I don't know what type of tobacco they use in their pipes, but we could sell this shit like pot back home. I'm pretty sure I was fucked out of my mind as we headed to bed. I really wanted to cuddle with Colin, but rules are rules. I don't even think I remember crawling into my bed, but I sure slept soundly. In western culture we call it passing out.

By the time we stumbled out of the hut the temperature was well into the thousands... well, maybe low 400 hundreds, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't even 8am. It could have been noon, I have no concept of time out here. There were dark clouds approaching from the east...or maybe the west...I have zero sense of direction either, and without my phone I wouldn't have a clue which way was which. We really do depend on those a lot I realized, not having it with me all the time now. The tribe seemed to be all busy doing things. Owen explained that there was a big storm on the way and they were getting ready. I noticed that they had a water collection system, much like the boat captain did, except that theirs was more like large bamboo area lined with fresh banana leaves, or those very large leaves that you could hide a small child under. There were multiple layers of them and Owen explained that they were fastened down with sap and rubber from nearby trees to help prevent leaking. I asked why they didn't just use the water from the waterfall at the lake as it seemed plentiful and it was certainly fresh.

"No reason. If they can save some work by collecting it, and not have to trek to the lake each time, they take advantage of it."

"Make sense. Any idea how big the storm will be or how long it'll last?"

"No clue. It's not like they have an Accuweather App to refer to. I've been here sometimes when it pours for days and other times where it hammers down, but is over in a few minutes. We won't know until we know."

Blake and the boys emerged from the hut dressed back in their loin cloths. They were brought over to the men's hut and talked to. Owen had to interpret for Blake and let him know that they were now men and would sleep in here from now on. They were no longer permitted in the women's hut which was now out of bounds to them.

Once the announcement was complete, Blake rushed over to us. "I did it Dads. I'm officially a man!" He beamed.

"Congratulations, I'll order the cake," I laughed as I patted him on the back. Colin and J.P. also congratulated him, although we didn't see any of the other boys quite as excited, or having their fathers acknowledge it. Even Owen's son, Tari, seemed ambivalent about it. Everyone headed out to secure things away for the upcoming rain storm, and a lot of hut checking went on. The men attached three panels to the sides of the sleeping hut to enclose it more, which we assumed was to help keep us drier.

"How was your night?" Colin asked Blake when we took a break to get some water.

"Wicked. We were told not to say anything about it as it's a ceremony thing, but let's just say I didn't get much sleep...if you know what I mean. If that girl isn't pregnant with quintuplets, then my name isn't Blake Nicholas Worthington-Masters."

"Egotist much?" Colin said rubbing his hair. I headed to the area set aside for a bathroom, which was just a hole in the ground in the middle of some bushes. One thing I'd learned already here was that privacy really wasn't a thing. If a man was taking a dump at home, you'd hardly go up and poop next to him. Here, that didn't even factor into it. About all that was private was that men and women went separately. It appeared that one of the chores was to stock the pile of leaves nearby as toilet paper. A carved log in the shape of a shovel was nearby to cover the poop with when done. I'm guessing once the hole was full, they dug another one nearby. From what Owen told me, because of their diet having no junk food, they didn't need to have as many bowel movements as we did back home. Just another efficiency here in the jungle. I really could have used something to read as I squatted over the hole, praying that I wouldn't lose my footing and accidentally fall in. I was a little relieved, no pun intended, when I got to be alone for this and didn't have a line of men watching me poop. I know it's stupid, but I have no problem fucking in front of a group, but taking a dump I like to do in private behind a closed door. Next visit, I'm bringing them some doors.

The rain hit and came down hard. Blake sat sideways on a hammock next to his new friend Tari and they talked as we all watched the rain. Several of the other new `men' came and talked to Blake as well, and I smiled when I heard him trying to talk in their language. The boys smiled at his attempts, but kept encouraging him. To Blake's credit he never stopped trying and Tari nodded when he got it right. The rain lasted about four hours and when it was over, everything smelled amazing. Every scent of the forest seemed enhanced and the sounds of the birds and animals returned as the rain left. No one seemed to mind that their huts leaked a bit, or that they were wet. Life just went on. I'd have called the roofing guy to patch those leaks, but overall they were pretty solidly built. The sides were once again removed and stored away.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked Owen.

"The fertility festival continues," he replied. "After we eat, the women go bathe and groom to get ready for tonight when they'll entertain the men. The men will take the boys with them and start the next fertility cycle, as this is the start of the new month. Then in the afternoon, we hunt."

"Hunt?" Colin asked.

"Wait...before you answer that...what do you mean by next fertility cycle?" I asked.

"All the men masturbate for the young boys to collect as much cum as possible."

J.P. stopped and looked at Owen. "So, it's an all boy orgy?" he grinned.

"Not exactly. Orgy indicates sex. This is just for the sake of fertility. All men will ejaculate onto or into a boy this morning. If you see an older boy lying spread eagle on the ground, those are the ones that did not get a girl pregnant in the last fertility year. You are free to enter him anally and leave your seed. You shouldn't cum on him, or in his mouth, just so you know. They are only to be seeded anally. Just a warning. Blake is now considered a man."

"Which means?" Colin asked, and I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"He'll be required to participate as a man this morning."

J.P. laughed. "Try to stop him."

"Jesus. I'm telling you they need a spreadsheet. I could find a nice sandy spot by the lake and draw it out there for them as my part of their developing culture."

Colin and I explained it to Blake to ensure he only touched the boys and not any of the men.

"You're a man now, so the rules have changed since yesterday. The boys will all want cum from you and you are permitted to do it. You may not take cum from the men, or touch your friends who were in the ceremony with you as they are also men now."

"I got this Dads. Chill. I have to give my seed to the little kids so they grow up to be viral."

"Sure, go with that," I grinned.

"Do I only do it once, or what?"

"From what I understand, you can do it as many times as you want, as long as you produce sperm. Once you can't then it's over."

"So, five or six times is my max?" He said, and I wasn't sure if he was bragging or stating fact.

When it was time, we made our way out of the main part of the village to a clearing not far behind the huts. Without any sort of announcement, men began masturbating and the kids scrambled around like someone had busted open a piñata. I honestly don't think I saw one drop of sperm hit the ground, and I almost laughed out loud when I saw Tari and Blake standing next to one of the other boys from last night. They were jerking off watching each other, with several kids in front of them, almost desperately waiting to accept the seed. Tari reached out and grabbed the nearest kid by the hair, pulling him onto his cock as he ejaculated. Blake watched closely before reaching for a boy of his own. The kid couldn't have been much older than eight. He appeared to swallow what Blake offered and when he pulled back two other boys grabbed Blake's penis and began to squeeze it to get any last drop out so they could rub it on their genitals. I chose to fuck one of the two 15 year olds lying spread eagle on the ground, and when he saw it was me, he gave a big grin. Because of their culture, J.P. followed me. I'm sure that boy appreciated our seed. This whole thing went on for about an hour in my estimate and I came twice, and always with J.P. right beside me. Blake was spraying the entire forest like he was trying to put out a boy forest fire. He came on the chest of one of them, and others rushed to grab as much as they could to rub on themselves. He must have a spare storage tank in his balls that I didn't know of as he came at least three times that I saw. When it appeared to be over, everyone headed to the lake to clean up. Well, the men cleaned up and the little boys just played on the shore. I guess they don't wash off the seed yet.

"That was wicked fun. I think I'll have an Amazon tribe birthday party next year," Blake grinned as he swam around us. The older boys, or is it young men, swam over to the waterfall and played around in it for a while before we all dried off.

Next up on the never-ending activity of the Yugenagi was the hunt. I'm not sure what part of fertility this was, but all the men and boys were participating. How they had the energy after masturbating all morning was beyond me. It was explained that this was a good time to hunt some animals as they rested during the heat of the day. I could see that. All I wanted to do was have a nap too.

"I think today is the day I get my tiger," Blake said after he'd returned with his own personal spear that he'd made yesterday. He had a bow across his chest and a quiver of arrows on his back. Don't ask me how I knew they were called quivers, I just do. The container was a thick bamboo pole tied with vines. Other men brought us spears and some knives. Are they seriously expecting me to kill something? Maybe I could spear a large spider and it would satisfy them.

As we gathered with all the tribesmen (I suppose I can say that without it being offensive, considering the women weren't joining us, or I'm guessing it would be tribespersons), Owen and Tari were close by.

"Think we'll find a tiger, Owen?"

"Maybe not a tiger, but there are jaguar's, puma and ocelot. Those are the least of the worries though," Owen revealed. "There are hundreds of poisonous types of spiders and bugs that can be lethal if not treated. If anyone gets bitten by anything, try to see what it looks like. We should have anti-venom for a lot of it, or the Shaman will know how to treat it.

"What's the anti-venom if a jaguar bites us," Blake asked grinning.

"Death," Owen replied bluntly.

"Figured."

We headed off into the jungle as a group and I have to say for almost 70 people, they made almost no noise whatsoever. It was like a tribe of Ninjas. The farther we got, the more spread out the group became. The group I was with stopped by a near stream and the boys climbed out over branches and hung upside down over the water waiting to spear something. If a crocodile or shark leapt out now, they'd be toast. Maybe they don't come this far up stream...I'm hoping. I saw one boy on the shore suddenly stab into the water and out came a reasonably large fish. We should get him one of those reality fishing shows. He quickly moved so another boy could take his place. I thought that looked pretty easy, so I squatted down next to J.P. and we watched the water. It was a muddy white colour and you couldn't see anything in it. Maybe the Yugenagi have x-ray vision or jungle vision. I saw something move in the water, just up from us and pointed to J.P. Everyone was deadly silent, so I didn't think it appropriate to say anything either. As is got closer, we got our spears ready and I actually felt my heart rate increase. I was about to catch a fish the old-fashioned way. If this works, I'm applying to be on the next season of Survivor. Maybe the trick here, over the clear water of the Caribbean, is that not only can we not see the fish, but they can't see us either.

As it got to us, I quickly stabbed my spear in and felt it hit something. I'd done it! I was a hunter. Top of the food chain, king of the beasts. Afraid of no-one. J.P. had also caught a piece of it and we pulled it up together. As it came out of the water, I yelped like a little girl and almost dropped it. One of the teenagers grabbed my spear to help me. We hadn't caught a fish, we'd caught some sea monster. It was over a meter long with teeth like a shark...okay, I didn't see teeth, but I imagined that's what they'd look like. By the time J.P. and the teen pulled it onto the shore, I was a good three meters away. The boy clubbed it until it was dead, and I relaxed. We'd caught Ogopogo, well, Ogopogo's infant.

"What the fuck is it?" I asked ignoring any concept of silence.

"It's an electric eel," Owen said much quieter, more amused by my antics than the eel itself. The fucker was at least a meter long, maybe more.

"Electric eel?" I repeated. "I should have brought my phone charger." I was really trying hard to recompose myself after this less than manly showing. I hope we're not expected to eat this thing. Maybe we can use it to power a lantern or something. Two men came in and threaded the eel through a pole and hauled it away. I sat down on the ground trying to get my heart rate and stomach under control.

J.P. sat beside me. "You okay?"

"Just give me a minute. I was expecting a fish like that boy caught. Not a sea monster," I said quietly.

"They seem happy with it, so I think we did good, despite everything," he said trying to be comforting. I wasn't that convinced. Once I was back under control we continued with the hunt. I watched with fascination as one of the men took a dart out of the pouch he had, loaded it into the end of his bamboo blowgun and aimed it into the trees. He blew hard and the dart took off. I almost jumped out of my skin when a bird landed a few feet from me. Fuck me this is stressful. Please don't let us come across a jaguar or rhino or anything.

One little kid of maybe 5 or 6 came up beside me and handed me his kill. It looked like a squirrel. Turns out it was a baby sloth. I looked at the boy with his big brown eyes gazing up at me and he looked adorable. I took the animal he was handing to me by the tail and held it out in case it came back to life and attacked. The boy grinned and ran back to the adults. I'm guessing he felt sorry for me or something. I wonder how much trouble I'd be in if I headed back to the village and helped the women with the garden vegetables. Never seen one of those attack. Except that one in Little Shop of Horrors, which is seriously how this was feeling right now. When I get home, I'm becoming a vegetarian, or a fruititarian...I'll only eat fruits. That could be fun!

When we all got back to the village there had been a variety of things brought back and it looked like the women had their work cut out for them. The men headed off to look after the weapons and clean up while the women got to work on preparing the food. Much like at home, I really don't want to know where the meals come from. I simply want them on the table ready to eat. It's why I prefer restaurants over cooking. Since I was such a fag when we caught the sea monster, I manned up and helped clean the tools and store them away. No one said anything to me which was nice of them as I felt really stupid at being freaked like that considering all the real dangers in the jungle.

As the sun began to go down that evening, everyone began gathering around and I could tell something going on, so as usual, I asked Owen. "They're heading to the field to bless the crops as part of the festival," he replied.

Finally something normal. I'm guessing I'll be safe around vegetables. I mean I live with Jason and J.P. Don't tell them I said that. Once everyone was gathered, there was a prayer (I'm guessing) by the Shaman followed by the planting of what appeared to be seeds by the women. Then they danced around the field and we all joined in. I should try this around our pot garden at home. I mean it can't hurt right? Look at how well their crops are growing here. We'd have the best marijuana in the province. Then the women got on their hands and knees around the crops. The men knelt down behind them.

"More fertility stuff?" I guessed to Owen. He just grinned.

"Yes. Now the men will enter the women, who work the field, and stimulate themselves until they are ready to ejaculate. They'll pull out of the women and send their seed into the ground to help fertilize it. The women will then dig it into the soil to ensure it gets to the roots."

"Great. So I've been eating vegetables that the men have cum all over. Terrific," I said shaking my head.

"Like that would bother you," Colin chuckled.

"And they let the little kids watch?" I asked a bit surprised, although by now I really shouldn't be.

"Of course. Unlike in our society, children are permitted to learn the ways of their elders so that traditions continue. They don't see it as something forbidden."

"I like their rules," Blake replied as he stood near us with an erection. "Am I supposed to participate?"

"You can ejaculate, so of course," Owen replied. Blake grinned widely and went to find a girl around his age. Owen warned him to make sure he pulled out and fed his seed into the ground this time though. He got a thumbs up in reply. All men who could ejaculate were expected to participate. It was just a matter of finding a woman to enter. Boys who hadn't become men yet, just masturbated onto the soil. It's like a tribal game show.

J.P. and I were taken by the Chief to a very specific woman and it would be our job to cum in the same spot, which I'm assuming also had a meaning. J.P. went first and as soon as he'd blown his load on the ground, I went next. Once I added my seed to his, the women who had `stimulated our penises' moved to work the sperm into the ground, seemingly spreading it around as far as it would go. One day, their corn is gonna taste like my cum. I wonder if they consider that organic, in which case I'm going to avoid that section of the produce aisle from now on...or go straight for it...depending on how horny I am. We returned to the center of the village for more food and drink to be followed by smoking and drinking. Again, I think I was fucked up by the time it came to an end.

Early the next morning, Blake was called before the Chief to undergo his final task to become a full Yugenagi. He was beaming from ear to ear as he stood there in his loin cloth, with a bow and arrow in his hand. Tari stood with him to interpret the best he could, and it was awesome to see such and friendship building between the two boys. A small ceremony took place with a lot of dancing and when Blake was knelt down in front of the Shaman and a small bamboo tube put up to his nose, I had no idea what was happening. Then the Shaman blew and a cloud of dust surrounded Blake's face shocking the shit out of him. He sneezed and stumbled back slightly, only to be caught by a couple of men close to him. The Shaman did it a second time to his second nostril, and this time Blake was more prepared for it. After the dust cleared, Blake stumbled and the men helped lay him down for a second. He appeared dead. I could have said asleep, but how would that be dramatic? I'm famous for being a drama queen, or so I've been told. Personally, I don't see it.

"I'm really nervous about this task," Colin said out loud to all of us.

"Me too," I agreed. "How long does he have to get back?"

"As long as it takes," Owen replied. "The spotters will follow him, but won't interfere unless they think he's in grave danger. If it takes a few hours or a few days, it'll be up to Blake."

"Days? They're gonna leave him out there for days?" I asked stunned. Okay, I thought this was like a few hours and he'd be back having seen his spirit animal in is drugged up state and have some sort of epiphany, rendering him a new person, which if we're being honest again, might be okay in some respects.

"Don't worry. I told Tari to make sure Blake knew as much as possible, so the boys have been giving him tips on how to navigate the forest so he can get back. Watching for specific trees, or broken branches or the way the trees bend from the wind. They'll have also shown him the creeks so he knows to follow them upstream and not down. Things like smell are also important."

"And they think he'll have learned all this in two days?" Colin asked.

"I told Tari to make sure Blake knew to pay attention that it was part of his ritual. Normally the boys would just be taken out without the `cheat sheet', but it's fair in his case so he's prepared. The tribe members live here so they know the sights and sounds of the jungle. What doesn't help is that he'll be hallucinating and mildly delirious for the first few hours."

"Great. I feel much better," I said sarcastically, wondering if now would be a good time for some more of that fermented manioc drink. As Blake lay there on the ground twitching slightly, I watched as they removed his loin cloth and began covering him in mud; first on his front, then turning him over and doing his back. I guess that was a good thing so that he wouldn't get eaten alive by bugs out there. Not sure it would stop a snake from swallowing him whole or some vulture or jaguar hauling him off as lunch. I really wanted to go out there with him, but Owen assured us that the men would look after him and take extra care because he was a visitor.

We watched as they carried Blake out of the village to begin his quest. I couldn't think of anything to do except pace nervously as we waited. This is where I'd go on the computer to waste time, or something else as meaningless. Today I went with Colin and J.P. to retighten the bindings on the spears and fix holes in the fishing nets. As the day wore on, I became more anxious, but I was holding it together. When night came and Blake hadn't returned, I was positively freaking out. I think they tried to cheer me up by having an orgy, but Owen assured me that this was just part of the fertility festival. I wasn't really into it, which for me shows my level of concern for Blake. The more stoned and drunk the tribe got, the wilder the sex became. There still wasn't any kissing or hand holding, but there was sure a lot of fucking. Even the little kids had tiny erections this time, but all they were doing was running around slapping them on each other. So maybe foreplay was a thing after all out here... I have to admit it was strange at times seeing a woman getting fucked on her back as her kid was breast feeding at the same time. At least I hope it was her kid breast feeding. Oh, for the love of god, tell me it was her kid breast feeding. Okay, I may be a little stoned from all this excitement, but I was also becoming more agitated and nervous about Blake. Owen continued to insist that he'd be fine out there. By the time we headed for bed, he still wasn't back.

I couldn't sleep. I mean I normally couldn't sleep as these beds aren't exactly memory foam soft, in an air-conditioned room, but I was more awake than normal. I'll say this for a hut full of men. They fart a lot. It's like the Amazon philharmonic in here using only wind instruments. Ha! Morning arrived and I looked around. Still no sign of Blake in any of the hammocks. Great...he's dead. I knew it. We should never have let him go. I woke Colin up and told him that Blake still wasn't back.

He sat up in his hammock and looked at me. "I'm sure he'll be okay," he said rubbing his eyes. All I wanted to do was hug him right now, but I knew men didn't hug each other out here. They barely even touched the women. Only the little kids climbed around people. "Owen said it could be hours to days. Blake was a Boy Scout and he's really smart. Trust me, he'll be fine," Colin said, but I could hear in his voice he thought Blake was dead too, well maybe that's an exaggeration, but he was at least worried. We went to the guest bathroom for our morning pee. Not so much a bathroom as a tree, but it was my tree that I'd been using. Now I know how excited dogs get at seeing fire hydrants. We dragged our asses to the main part of the village and I almost yelped in excitement as I saw Blake asleep by the fire pit. He was curled up on the ground. I ran and gave him a big hug. Screw their rules. I was hugging him.

"Hi Dad!" he said as he woke up groggily. "What's up?"

"You made it! You got back."

"Sure, easy. Oh and I killed a snake too. It jumped out in front of me, so it was either him or me," he said pointing to the dead snake just a few feet from us. I hadn't even noticed it I was so excited about seeing Blake. I moved away from it in case he hadn't completely killed it. I hugged Blake tighter again. "Dad! You're suffocating me, and you smell bad."

"Says you, all covered in mud."

The Chief and Shaman arrived a short while later, and after we all had something to eat, they blessed Blake, giving him some face paint to welcome him to the tribe. The men did a dance and the Shaman took Blake to talk to him in private, with Owen going along to interpreted. A half hour later, Blake came rushing back to us excited.

"Guess what my spirit animal is?" He beamed.

"Lion?" J.P. guessed.

"Nope."

"Ummm...Tiger!" I said pretty sure that would it since that's all he ever talked about.

"Nope."

"Rabbit! Because you're cute and cuddly and you won't stop trying to hump things," Colin joked.

"Very funny!" Blake said giving him a dirty look. "A hummingbird!"

Okay, I didn't see that one coming. "Why a hummingbird?"

"No idea. It just came to me while I was in the woods. It flew right up to me, stopped moving its wings and talked to me. It said I was to take time to enjoy myself and explore the simpler things in life."

I really wanted to comment that if he enjoyed himself any more, he would get blisters on hairy palms, but I chose to listen to his experience rather than take away from it.

"He said I was able to respond to things quickly and could travel great distances if I put my mind to it as I was independent and enlightened. The Shaman also said it meant that I would be able to enjoy all the sweetness in life and drink in my own nectar."

Really? Can I please, please, please, comment now?

"When I see a hummingbird, it means that I'm to open my heart and let others around me know how much I love them, but to remain vulnerable by exposing myself and allowing them in, while staying positive for all things in life."

"Sounds like you had a great experience. I'd have never guessed hummingbird. That's awesome," Colin said giving him a side hug.

I was pretty sure that Blake couldn't possibly expose himself to anymore people than he already did. I chose to take the high ground for his quest. "I think it's the perfect spirit animal for you. Are you happy with it?"

"Totally. It was so amazing, Dads. I had just woken up and was sitting there near some rocks wondering which way to go. Everything was kinda foggy, like when you wake up with sleep stuff in your eyes. Then the hummingbird just came right up in front of me. Scared the crap out of me at first as I thought it was gonna peck my eyes out, but when it stopped moving and the wings slowed down before they stopped, I figured it was okay. Then he spoke and it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. He showed me which way to go for a little while and then said I had to finish the journey on my own, and that once I returned to those that I loved, life would become much sweeter. I know I'm a man now, but I really do love you guys and think that from now on, we should all be thankful for the things we have."

"I'd agree with that," Colin nodded. "We're proud of you Blake, and we love you too."

"Really proud," I agreed. I'm not sure I could have done that, although I always wondered what my spirit animal might be. I'd be scared to find out in case it was something like a barnacle or horny toad.

"Oh, and Justin. You're still a perv!" he giggled.

"Why? What did I do? I wasn't even on your quest," I complained. Why call me out?

"I heard you thinking about me drinking my own nectar," he giggled again. "But I still love you." He gave me another hug.

"He's got you there," Colin remarked. "Even I heard that one."

I really have to get a poker face or wear a foil hat so my thoughts don't get out. Thankfully he hadn't heard me thinking about the part where he was to expose himself and let people into him more. I might have misheard that though. Blake stood up and wiggled his dick at us before running off. Shit, he really can read my mind. This better not be some voodoo witch doctor thing that he takes home. If he could hear half my thoughts, he'd need therapy for years... Oh wait, I'm a psychologist...almost. I can cure him.

"Feel better now?" Colin asked sliding up against me. I nodded.

"I'm glad he's back safe. Hummingbird, huh? Who knew? Do you think there's anything to this spirit animal thing?"

"I have no idea, but it's a practiced belief in a lot of cultures, so there is probably something to it."

"What do you think I'd be?"

"A horned owl."

"Should I even ask?" I said smiling.

"You're cute. Your head swivels all over checking things out, and those long fingernails are like claws when you dig them into someone. Oh, and once you grab onto your prey, you never let go," he added with a laugh.

"I kinda like that. I think that'll be mine."

"You know that's not how finding your spirit animal works, right?" Colin said smiling at me.

"Hey, you do it your way. I'll do it mine. Works for me!" I leaned over and gave him a kiss before we headed off to see what the plan was for the day. As we passed by the men's hut, we saw Blake crashed out in one of the hammocks, still covered in mud. I have to admit, I was exhausted from being awake most of the night and tried to freshen up in the lake a bit. I dried off quickly and lay down. I must have fallen into a very deep sleep on the soft sand as the next thing I knew I was being surrounded by tribesmen with spears all yelling at me. I barely even registered the boy that they had yanked off me. I was abruptly hauled to my feet and herded back to the village. If this is their wake-up service it needs work. As we arrived, J.P. was being pushed towards me, also surrounded by men with spears.

"What's going on?" Colin asked concerned as he ran up to us with Owen right behind him.

"I have no idea. One minute I'm asleep and the next it's spear city," I replied just as confused as he was.

Owen spoke to the Chief and then turned to look at us. The Chief said you inserted your penis into one of the boys, so you will have to be castrated, and because you're a twin, J.P. will also meet the same fate."

Oh, that's all? Wait? Castrated? "I didn't. I fell asleep on the sand and the next thing I knew I was being woken up by the men and marched here," I said to Owen as Blake ran up next to Colin looking as scared as I felt. Although I had to admit he was taking to his new life in the tribe rather well. He had his loin cloth and war paint on and was holding a spear. If it weren't for the pale skin, he could easily have been one of them.

Owen relayed my response to the Chief who summoned for the boy in question. He asked him something and the boy, who looked about 12, maybe 13, sheepishly looked down and nodded before looking up and saying something. The Chief spoke through Owen. "Qirco confirms what you said. Fortunately, they have no concept of lying as they believe their Gods see everything."

"Where were their gods when I was being marched here to be put to death?" I asked almost sarcastically. "So, now what?"

"Qirco said he wanted your seed, as you're a `two body'. That's their definition for twin. He thought it would make him stronger. He'll be severely punished."

"They shouldn't be too hard on him. He's only a kid."

"That won't matter. He's almost 14. Out here, everyone is responsible for what they do as soon as they can walk and talk," Owen said. He talked to the Chief for a while as we stood there waiting. He nodded and turned back to interpret for us.

"The consider you not guilty, but guilty."

"Well that clears that right up," I said with a light smile.

"What they mean is that while you may have not done anything, the fact that it was your penis inside the boy, makes you guilty as well. Because you were asleep and the Gods did not wake you, they will be lenient."

"Great. So, some community service and probation?" I asked trying to be a smart-ass.

"Qirco will be taken away for 24 hours and tied between two trees. He will be taught the error of his ways before being cleansed and returned."

"What's that mean exactly?" J.P. asked.

"It's kind of like our old culture in some ways. Like when a boy was caught smoking, the father would give him the whole pack and make them finish it so he'd be sick and never want to smoke again. They'll be doing the same thing to the boy. While he's tied up, the men will use their penises inside him repeatedly until he learns that he can't take what he wants."

"Oh shit," Colin exclaimed. "That's brutal."

"The other half of this is that because it was Justin's penis that entered the boy, Blake will be taken away from Justin and given to the women for the 24 hours as a replacement boy."

"Bogus," Blake replied. "How come I get punished?"

"Because you're Justin's son," Owen replied.

"Way to go Justin!" Blake said shaking his head.

"Of course, while you're with the women, you will lose your status as a man. The women will scrape all your body hair off, which is gonna be a little uncomfortable as they don't exactly have 5 blade Gillette's here. They will take away your loin cloth, and you'll only be allowed to play with the little kids for 24 hours. You'll also be expected to present yourself to any man with an erection if needed; the same as any boy."

Blake nodded. "Geez Justin. I barely become a man and now I'm a kid again. Nice one!" He complained. The younger boy was taken away by the tribesmen. Blake had his spear and loin cloth taken from him as he was marched over to the women, who quickly gathered around him. The last I saw he was being taken toward the lake.

"What punishment will I receive?" I asked. And by I, I meant me and J.P. apparently.

"Nothing. You forfeit Blake for 24 hours so the women have someone to do the chores Qirco would have done, but the blame for the action is almost entirely on him. If you had been awake and used him, you and J.P. would be have been castrated so you couldn't do it again, with no discussion. They take the rules they have very seriously and justice is swift."

The whole camp returned to normal and the next time I saw Blake he was looking a little pink and glaring at me. I went to talk to him. "They shaved me again with their sharp bone thing, Dad. I'm just glad I didn't have a lot of pubes. They were pretty rough on my balls," he said showing a few nicks and cuts on them.

"I'm sorry Blake. I can't believe I fell asleep that deep that I didn't know he was riding me. The sand was so much more comfortable than those beds that I guess it was the first good sleep I've gotten."

"It's okay, Dad. I'm just glad they didn't castrate you. Qirco's my friend so I hope they don't hurt him or anything."

"Me too, buddy. Me too!" I grinned. "What do you have to do now that you're a kid again?"

"Owen said I'll have to sleep in the women's hut tonight with all the other kids. But mostly it's not that different. I guess if some men want to cum in my mouth, I have to let them, but I'm okay with that. I think the other little kids like that I get to hang out with them though, as they've been all over me to play with them."

"Have fun, kid!" I said just to rub in his newest status.

"Fuck you," he giggled. "Oh wait...that's what got us into this mess in the first place," he howled with laughter as he ran off. J.P. came and put his arm around me.

"You know, he looks way cuter as a kid."

"I know, but don't tell him that. He's pissed at losing his man status."

We interacted with everyone in the tribe the best we could as the day wore on, and it seemed as if the entire incident had been forgotten. At one point Colin and I walked past where Qirco was tied up. I almost couldn't believe it. He was strung between two trees, his arms and legs outstretched. He was standing on the ground upright with ropes holding him in place, not only at the wrists and ankles, but also around his chest and waist. Several teenage boys were gathered around watching one fuck him. As he removed himself, another entered. From the look of cum running down the boys' leg, he was being used a fair bit, and there were a few men standing around, watching. Some with erections. Little kids were running around as if it were a carnival game, many scooping up whatever cum they could get their hands on, or appearing to wait patiently for someone to ejaculate. Owen came up behind us.

"The idea is to teach him a lesson."

"This seems excessive. The boys' probably learned," I said feeling bad for the kid.

"They'll make sure of it."

"Looks like the teenagers are making the most of it," I noticed.

"Since they're men, they get to participate in the punishment, but like all boys their age, hormones are in overdrive. Things like this don't happen often, so I'd say they are definitely making the most of it," Owen acknowledged.

"Hi Daddeh!" Tari said as he walked by waving to Owen before he went straight up behind the boy being punished, threw his loin cloth aside, and fucked him. I wasn't sure we were supposed to be watching, but since Owen was just standing there, I figured it was okay. I really wanted to help the boy in some way, but it was pretty clear he was on his own. Tari finished and didn't even acknowledge his erection as he came up in front of us with it swinging back and forth, now holding his loin cloth in his hand. He said hi to his Dad again before fastening the covering over himself and running back toward the village. Have you ever noticed kids don't walk anywhere, they seem to run? Just an observation that seemed enhanced out here in the jungle.

We left the area as I really felt bad about falling asleep on the beach now. The rest of the day progressed without incident, except for the evil stare I got from Blake when he was shuffled off to the women's hut at bed time like a little kid.

The next day, when the official 24 hours was up, Qirco was returned from his punishment looking exhausted and worn out. I'm guessing he'll never want to smoke another pack of cigarettes again...or take a dick up the ass after that.

"Is it over?" I asked hopefully. Owen talked to the Chief and relayed the response. "Yes. He's completed his punishment. They don't linger on it. He did something wrong. Got punished. It's over, and they return to normal, never to speak of it again. Only thing left to do is give Blake his manhood back.

"Finally!" Blake said excitedly. "Hand me a glue gun and I'll put my leg hair back," he giggled. "Do I get my loin cloth and spear back?"

"Yes, after you're given your manhood back."

"How does that happen?" Colin asked wisely. I'm assuming they don't just hand it to him on a tray, so it was a good question.

"Blake will bend over in the village square and Justin will seed him. Once completed, the loin cloth and spear will be returned, and he will be a man again."

Blake laughed. "You gotta fuck me again!" he said almost happily. "I have a question," he said looking at Owen. "Because I think it's only fair. How come Uncle J.P. doesn't have to fuck me too? Aren't Justin and him only half a person? Shouldn't I get a whole person to seed me?" He asked being a total little perv and giving me that little stare he does when he's trying to get something over on us. Hummingbird my ass...he's a sly little fox if you ask me.

"It's a good point. I just assumed it would only be Justin. I'll ask." He conferred with the Chief and reported back. You're right, Blake. It's both of them. Technically it should have been both of them when you had the talk before your mating ceremony, but I don't think they know it was only Justin that time.

We returned to the center of the village where Blake almost eagerly bent over and grabbed his ankles. It didn't take much for me to see that cute pink hole in front of me and get hard. I fucked him...excuse me...I seeded my boy in preparation for him to return to his man status. J.P. followed with a repeat performance and Blake stood up grinning like he'd just won an award for best use of an ass in a jungle. It may not be a real award, but without Google, I'll never know. The Chief fastened Blake's loin cloth around him and handed him the spear and made some proclamation. Then it was over and he was apparently a man once more.

"You're getting the hang of fucking me, Dad. I think Uncle J.P. might have been better though. I guess we'll have to practice when we get home," he said trying to insult me.

"Shut up, boy!" I grinned.

"We're living the dream huh Dad? You guys get to fuck me now. I'm a man again, and I'll be able to have sex with anyone when we get home. Life is sweet. Always knew there was something wrong with you though."

"How's that?"

"You're not a whole man. Just a third of one. Think I should tell them you're triplets and not twins?" He giggled.

"Probably not a good idea. It might throw something out of balance considering Jason isn't here to complete us. But dude. You forgot the part where we're three times as smart and three times as horny as you'll ever be."

"You wish dude!"

The next day, J.P., Colin, Owen and I worked hard to join in with the men and do the chores. We made spears, sharpened tools, and repaired huts after gathering vines with machete's. The tribe usually paused for a break in the heat of the afternoon where they took a nap in the huts. The kids never seemed to stop at all.

By dinner time, I was exhausted and could easily sleep for a week. Life in the jungle may sound fun, but it's pretty hard work to keep everything going. I mean it's not like you just go to Safeway to get food, or Home Depot for building supplies. Everything is from scratch. Like in the olden days like my parent's had. I think I'll appreciate things more after this. I may even make a hammock for our bedroom out of vines. Then again, I may not. I think some of the shit I saw on Gilligan's island may not be true. I couldn't see anyway to power anything making a bike out of bamboo and vines. If this tribe had the professor, or even MacGyver, they'd probably rule this jungle.

"Where have you been all day?" I asked as Blake returned from the jungle with Tari and Qirco, the trouble maker. It's his official new nickname. "You took off first thing this morning before I even saw you."

"Hunting," he said almost too nonchalantly as his friends waved to him and took off.

"What did you catch?" I asked noticing that they hadn't returned with anything, and the spears seemed clean. He also wasn't covered in blood like last time, just more mud.

"Nothing."

"That seems productive. What were you really doing?" I inquired.

He nodded his head as if to indicate I should follow him, so amused by his antics, I followed. We went into the woods and sat down side by side. "Okay, I'll tell you but you can't say anything to anyone okay? I promised Tari and Qirco I wouldn't tell."

"I promise," I said smiling at him. I like his secret missions. Probably chased a rabbit through the jungle and decided not to kill it because it had family or something.

"Me, Tari and Qirco went to visit another tribe. It's like a billion kilometers through the woods that way," he said pointing. Well, maybe not a billion. Maybe like 3."

"Well, which is it boy? A billion or three. There's a subtle difference you know!" I joked.

"Okay, three," he grinned.

"What are the neighbours like? Are they the same as this tribe?"

"Not even close. They're totally different. They have long spikes in their faces and look way more fierce. They don't wear any clothes at all. Wanna know a scary thing about them?"

"Sure. I think."

"They're like warriors or something."

"Ummm, I'm not sure that sounds good. I've heard about tribes like that. Their only purpose is to show strength and killing is their main hobby."

They didn't kill no one, Dad. We just saw lots of fighting, probably to build muscles and be able to tackle jaguars and stuff. Plus, it looked like all the men had sex with the boys. I saw lots of boys being lifted onto the men's penises and then thrown aside when the man was done. Lots of the boys took penises into their mouths, but I don't think they gave very good blowjobs because the men weren't hard when the boy stopped."

"Did you go into their village, or were you just spying on them?"

"No, we just watched them from the jungle. Tari said they don't like visitors and we were never to go in there."

"That sounds dangerous, Blake. Especially if they don't welcome visitors."

"It's okay. Qirco said him and his friends go over all the time, but you can't say anything about that."

"I'll definitely not say anything, but please promise me you won't go back over there again."

Sounds to me like this Qirco kid is the rebel of the tribe. A teenager testing the rules. Sound familiar?

"I promise. It was fun though. I felt like a ninja spy."

I went and found Owen to see if we were in any danger. "What do you know about the tribe in that direction?" I asked pointing.

"The Mulgari. Warrior race. Mostly keep to themselves. The Yugenagi encounter them sometimes when hunting and give them wide berth."

"Are they dangerous?"

"Dangerous like as in killing others? No. From what little I know of them, they live very differently from the Yugenagi. That's how these tribes are. Each one has their own distinct culture. In that one, their focus is to raise strong men. The boys are removed from their mother, usually around age five or six to prevent a lot of, as they call it, `contamination' on the boys. After that, the men raise the boys and have very little contact with the women except for meals and to reproduce. How did you know about them?"

Blake mentioned it when we were talking. Apparently, some of the boys told him about it," I said slightly lying to him to keep my promise. Talk about breaking the culture here of total honesty.

"Might be best to keep Blake from heading in that direction just to be safe."

"I thought you said they weren't dangerous."

"They're not, as far as I know, but similar to here where they believe sperm is required for boys to grow into men. There, they have no problem in doing it anally as well as orally. Once a boy can ejaculate, he is allowed to pass it along to younger boys."

"Thanks. I'll tell Blake they're cannibals or something. Tell that boy that people are having sex and he'll race over there to join in."

"Good idea," Owen laughed.

The next day, I think I froze in place as a dozen very serious looking men arrived in the village, all with spears and completely without clothes. They had long platters of food with them as well as several boys and a few girls, some appearing very pregnant. They might just be fat. You never want to assume anything like that. From the look of them they could easily have been the Mulgari that Blake described seeing. Colin walked up beside me. "Looks like we're having another feast or something. Maybe it's another celebration."

Blake raced over to us looking like he'd just gotten out of the lake as he was clean again. "Dad, that's the people me and Tari saw," he said sounding slightly anxious. The mood in the camp seemed to become very tense as the group stopped in the center of the village. The Chief exited his hut and was immediately surrounded by several of the tribe.

Owen strolled out of the hut and stood with us. "This is unusual. I've never seen Mulgari enter camp like this before. If they connect during the festival it is usually more ceremonial. It almost looks like they are hunting, but a large platter of food like that usually indicates a gift of some sort. I'll head over and see if I can find out what's going on."

We watched as he approached cautiously, almost circling around to arrive from in front of the Mulgari instead of behind them. Probably a good idea not to surprise warriors with spears. We watched our Chief and what appeared to be the leader of the arrived group talk while everyone else just stood facing each other as if we were about to have a dance off...without dancing.

Owen returned a few moments later. "They're here on a trading mission. I've never actually seen that take place before," he explained. "The tall man talking to our Chief is their Shaman and Chief. He apparently holds both positions within their tribe." We watched as the entourage walked around the village, led by the Chief. It almost looked like an inspection.

"What are they doing?" I asked.

"No idea. Perhaps just being shown around," Owen suggested. Seemed sensible. The Shaman seemed friendly enough as he acknowledged each one of the children as he met them. I was having a little trouble looking past the long thick penis swinging between his legs which should have been hard to do since he had plenty of body piercings that could have attracted as much attention. His face had thin spikes sticking out of the bottom of his chin as well as several above his eyes. His ears had hoop rings in the lobes to stretch them out. Around his neck was a multi-layered necklace, looking from a distance like it might me made of bone or shells. His was larger and much more decorative than those around him, perhaps like a symbol of office. There were toothpick looking sticks in each nipple. The Shaman also had two of these same toothpick sticks horizontally through his belly button, looking like an equal sign. The other men had the piercings as well. Younger boys didn't have any, but the ones who looked like teenagers had ones through their nipples. The most striking, and quite frankly, painful looking item was the large wooden ring through the top of his scrotum. It hung down around his large balls, almost framing them, and all the men had them, as did some teenagers. The balls swung back and forth inside it like a pendulum.

I noticed one of the Mulgari men pick up a small boy by his leg and hold him upside down as he spun him around to check him out. He passed him to another man, who did the same thing, before dropping the boy back to the ground. Not sure what that was all about, but if I were the mother, I'd be filing assault charges. As they headed in our direction, Blake moved slightly behind us, which I don't blame him for. The Shaman was definitely a little intimidating through both look and size. He was easily 6'5", towering above all of us. His tribe stayed behind him as they followed along, with a young boy only a couple steps to his side. Some of the Yugenagi men and children were following at a distance. They certainly weren't getting the same kind of warm reception we had been given when we arrived.

The visitor looked at Colin and I, and spoke to the Chief. Owen translated that he was being told we were visitors. He stepped up to us, ran his fingers through our hair, opened our lips to check our teeth, and then lifted up our loin cloths. He nodded as if approving, then spun us around to feel our asses. I'll say this for the Mulgari. They may be warriors, but their greetings are sure thorough and friendly. All we do is offer a handshake. When he spun us, he must have spotted Blake as he grabbed him by the arm, pulling him forward, while at the same time ripping the loin cloth off him and throwing it aside. He took hold of Blake's package and checked it out in his large hands. He turned Blake around and felt his ass as well, before parting his cheeks to look at his hole. The Shaman spoke to the Yugenagi Chief as he kept hold of Blake. A rapid fire of words happened between the two men.

"What's going on?" Colin asked Owen.

"A shit storm," he said bluntly looking paler than we normally do. "The Shaman wants to buy Blake as part of their trade deal."

"Dads?" Blake said looking up at us terrified. Now he knows how I felt when we captured that sea creature.

Owen translated. "The Mulgari are offering the feast of food, one young boy, one teen boy, and their choice of one of the pregnant girls in exchange for him. It is considered a fortune in a trade deal."

"They trade people?" I asked literally shocked.

"Yes. Not often, but it is done. I suspect it helps vary the gene pool."

"Why does he want Blake so badly?" Colin asked.

"Because of his look. He's unique. They're talking pretty fast as our Chief is saying that he isn't able to trade him, and the Shaman is insisting he be included in the deal. He's asking if Blake is part of the tribe or not. Shit, that's a loaded question."

"Why?" Colin asked before I did.

"If Blake is a tribe member, then he's eligible to be considered for trade, and it'll be up to the Chief whether or not to allow it. If he's not a member of the tribe, then he could just challenge the Chief for him as if he were just another animal in the forest."

"And by challenge, I assume you mean a fight?" Colin clarified.

"Exactly," Owen acknowledged. I don't think our Chief would stand much of a chance. The conversation between the two Chiefs continued as Blake was held in place, and a few of the visiting men moved in a bit closer as if they were expecting trouble.

"What are they talking about now?" I asked.

"The Chief told him that Blake was a member of the tribe and had just completed the fertility ceremony."

"Is that part important?" I inquired.

"Yes. It gives Blake a bit of a say in this. If he was still a boy, he would have to go without question if the Chief so decided. But because in this tribe he is considered a man, Blake may refuse."

"Then that. Let's go with that," Colin said quickly.

"I refuse then," Blake said almost as quickly.

"Not quite that simple," Owen said starting to look sick as he continued to translate.

"Blake would be required to fight one of their boys the same age. If Blake wins, he can officially refuse to go and the boy he fought becomes part of this tribe. If he loses, he automatically becomes part of their tribe."

"Or we let the Chief decide?" I asked.

"We could, but there would be no reason for him to refuse since the offer for him is so great, it would be a monstrous insult to refuse, and could create tension between the tribes... Hang on a second, they're discussing something else."

We all listened, although there really was no need, as Colin and I couldn't understand a single click.

The Shaman is explaining what Blake's role in the tribe would be after the trade. First, they will use him for breeding purposes."

"What's that mean?" Blake asked as continued to be held firmly by the Shaman. A small crowd was beginning to form around us now.

"It means you will be used to impregnate multiple girls so that they can diversify their look with some of yours. Plus they will have you give your semen to the boys that have not yet become men so they will be stronger warriors."

"I could do that," Blake admitted. "Could I just do that and come back?" He asked logically.

"No. They would require you do this over years." Owen held up his finger as he continued to listen before giving us more information. "It's sounding like a negotiation now. The Shaman has said that Blake would become his son and be allowed to rule with him."

"I'd be like the prince or something?" Blake asked for clarification.

"For lack of a better term, yes. But you'd also be pierced exactly like the Chief."

Blake looked the Shaman up and down before turning back to us. "I don't want to do that," he said definitively.

Owen shook his head as he listened. "Damn. He really wants Blake. He's going to give the Chief time to decide, but we're talking minutes rather than days. Bottom line is he's going to take Blake to the mating hut to inject his semen while you discuss it." The Shaman turned to leave, basically dragging Blake along with him.

I think my next move could have been called the Mother bear protecting her cub move. I jumped in front of the Shaman and put my hand on his chest to stop him and yelled. "Hell no, you're not." I barely got the words out of my mouth before the Shaman back handed me across the side of the head knocking me down. Colin went to jump in next, but Owen stopped him when the Mulgari's went into a fighting stance with spears aimed at us instantly.

"Don't. They'll kill you," Owen said bluntly. "Blake, there's no doubt he's going to do you anally. Can you handle a penis that big?"

"I dunno," he said fearfully. "I don't want to."

"Buddy," Owen said moving toward Blake as he put his hand up, saying something to the Shaman to calm him down. "There are no easy outs on this one at the moment. If you can handle the Shaman, maybe it'll give us time to work something out as a counter-offer."

"You can't be serious," I said standing up. "Offer Colin and I instead."

"No offense, but he doesn't want you. He wants Blake, and he wants him badly. Blake, I know that you'll probably want to cry or scream when he fucks you, but try not to. It'll make it ten times worse. Trust me on that. They are all about being warriors and showing strength."

Blake nodded. The fear in his eyes obvious.

As Owen stopped talking the Shaman pushed him aside and dragged Blake towards the mating hut, as the other men formed almost a barrier between us and them. I turned to Colin with tears in my eyes, trying not to let these men see me being an emotional fag. We have billions of dollars and are helpless to stop our son from being brutally fucked by a large tribal warrior with a giant penis. I think if I'd had a spear or blow dart right now, I could easily be capable of killing him, consequences of such actions be damned.

Owen and the Chief began talking, as several more Yugenagi men arrived to join in. They were sympathetic for us, but only to a point. The Mulgari entourage had moved towards the hut and many had moved inside, no doubt to watch. Owen snapped his fingers and nodded as he looked at us with a smile. "I have an idea... find J.P." He repeated his command to some of the men and they ran off quickly to locate my brother. Maybe we were gonna make a run for it.

"Could we just leave?" Colin asked as we waited for J.P. to be found.

"No. If you leave the tribe, we'd be on our own. Don't forget, the Mulgari know these woods as well as you'd know Vancouver. They'd find us very quickly. Not only that, our boat isn't due for several more days and even if we contacted them early, it would take three days for them to get here.

"What about a helicopter. We could get one here pretty fast, using the sat phone," Colin suggested.

"Nowhere for it to land," Owen pointed out. "Even if we could convince the Yugenagi to help us, it would most likely enrage the Mulgari and start a war between them. We need to find an alternative trade deal if we can."

J.P. came running back several minutes later with more men with him. I could only imagine what was happening to Blake in the hut right now. Normally a fuck would take a couple minutes maximum. They'd been in there a lot longer than that.

"What's going on?" J.P. said as he came up to us slightly out of breath. "I don't know what they are saying, but they seemed insistent I come with them. I was just taking the strangest poop of my life. You ever had a half dozen kids watch you do it, and then try to get you to become erect afterward so they can have your sperm. I may never be able to poop again."

We quickly explained the situation and J.P. almost ran into the hut to rescue Blake himself. I was beginning to feel sick as I waited for Blake to get out of there.

"What's the plan, Owen?" Colin asked now that J.P. had arrived.

"It's a long shot, but the Mulgari haven't seen you two together before. We may be able to use that to our advantage. If you act like superior beings, we may be able to negotiate our way out of this."

"So be myself," I said trying to make a little joke to ease my nerves. I was ignored as no one was in the mood for jokes right now.

"That does sound like a long shot," Colin agreed. "But we'll do whatever it takes. Offer my life for his or something. Offer them anything they want. Machete's, knives, axes, pots, nets, utensils, etc. We have the sat phone. We could make some calls and arrange for them to be air dropped to us."

"Fuck, drop Walmart here if it'll get Blake out of this," I said forcefully. "Turn them into the Walmartagari for all I care."

There was movement from the hut and the Shaman emerged with Blake over his shoulder, ass up. They returned to us and he threw Blake on the ground as if he were a sack of potatoes. Blake crawled over to us and looked up. His eyes were red, showing that he hadn't been able to control his tears, and the side of his lip was bleeding. The Shaman leaned forward, grabbed Blake by the ankles and lifted him upside down as he spread his legs to show us his angry looking, stretched hole with the cum that had run out of it, looking at us with the most evil grin I've ever seen. I'm guessing that was to show he could do what he wanted and we had no say in it. He dropped Blake back on the ground.

"You okay, Blake?" I asked looking down at him as he lay visibly trembling. He shook his head trying with all his might not to cry. He was obviously about to lose that battle. If I'd had an AK and a bulldozer right now, I'd have killed them all and razed the forest so that no Mulgari would ever be able to do this again. I was so fucking angry that all I wanted to do was attack, but with the Shaman being twice my size, I knew I wouldn't get very far. I had no idea what to do, and looked at Colin, who seemed just as lost. Not usual for him as he normally has all the answers in tough situations.

The Shaman paused and looked directly at J.P. and me, moving right up in front of us, almost kicking Blake aside. He took hold of our faces and moved our heads left and right as he checked us out again. He ripped both of our loin cloths off in one move and grabbed our crotches, stretching them painfully as he looked us over. He spun us around again and squeezed our asses before thumping each cheek. The indignity. I'm gonna have more respect for watermelons at the supermarket from now on as a result. He talked to his people as his inspection continued before spinning us around and barking at us.

"What's he want?" I asked Owen, completely outraged at how he'd just treated Blake, not really worried about how he was treating J.P. and I.

"He wants the two of you to get erections."

"Tell him we'll do that for Blake's release."

Owen repeated it and immediately got slapped hard across the face. We got barked at again.

"Sorry, Owen," I apologized.

"I should have known not to tell a Shaman what to do," he replied rubbing his jaw.

"How the hell does he expect us to get an erection under these conditions? It's not like this is exactly getting me excited. Quite the opposite." Owen relayed our comments, and the Shaman quickly snapped his fingers and spoke loudly with some more clicking noises. Two very young boys ran up and dropped to their knees in front of us and took us into their mouths. Despite it being the most nervous I've been in my life; the boys knew what they were doing and it wasn't long before both J.P. and I were fully hard. The Shaman pulled the boys off and took hold of our erections and pushed down on them. He nodded and spoke to another man beside him, who also felt us up. The two young boys were quickly pulled to their feet, spun around and bent over. It was pretty obvious what was coming next. Before we could object, no doubt futilely, the Shaman grabbed my penis and the man beside him did the same thing to J.P. He pushed it down and shoved the boy onto me impaling him in one thrust until I was fully buried in him. The boy never made a sound. He should have been shrieking as the only lube was the spit he'd left on us from the blowjob. The two Mulgari men moved the boys back and forth on us as if we were being masturbated by the asses of these young boys. I watched as the Shaman lifted his long flaccid penis and pissed all over the boy's face before shoving it in his mouth to be cleaned. The boy never missed a beat. As much as I didn't want to, I ended up cumming and the boy was pulled off me. He once again dropped to his knees and sucked me off. J.P. was only moments behind me.

The Shaman said something to the Chief, and the Mulgari entourage moved away from us to head back to the center of the village. The Chief said something to us and Owen relayed it.

"The Shaman and the Chief are heading to his hut to negotiate. I'm gonna go with them to maybe see if I can help."

"Should we go?" Colin asked.

The Chief replied no, as it could just make things worse, but did agree to let Owen be there.

"No matter what you have to do, Blake is not going to their tribe. Is that clear, Owen?" Colin said forcefully. "Offer anything else, no matter the cost. Just not Blake."

"I'll do my best. I guess I'll see you when they've settled a deal. Cross your fingers," he said as he and the chief left together. We entered the men's hut to get out of sight of everyone. Blake crawled onto my bed and began crying. I felt for him and did my best to block him from anyone looking in as we put our arms around him.

"Dad, it was horrible. That Shaw guy threw me on the ground and just fucked me. His penis was like maybe a foot long and he didn't use lube, just spit. I wanted to scream, but I remembered what you said. He didn't take it easy, and once he was finished, I had to suck off the other men until they got hard, and then they took turns fucking me too. They pulled on my nipples so hard sometimes that I thought they might pull them off. They made me get hard and fuck some little kid, while one guy peed all over us and another made me drink his piss. This isn't like sex at home, Dad. This was horrible."

"I'm so sorry Blake. We're doing everything we can to get you out of this, I promise," Colin told him as we hugged him tighter. "How did you get the bloody lip?"

"The Shaw guy saw my tears, yelled at me and hit me hard. Then he yanked my legs wide open and fucked me for a second time while he kinda laughed at me. He pulled me on top of him and made me ride his penis while two boys played with my nipples."

I took a deep breath and looked around for something to go and kill the guy with, but I realized how stupid that would be as it would no doubt get us all killed. Right now, all we could do was wait, and wait we did. Some women brought us some food, and they all must have realized how serious it was as they entered the men's hut to give it to us, and that's not something they would normally ever do. One woman even pulled Blake against her to comfort him. It may have helped Blake, but it sure wasn't helping me. It was only making me realize that this may be well beyond our control and we might still lose.

After what felt like several hours, Owen came rushing back into the hut and sat with us. We saw the Mulgari tribe leaving camp, so we assumed whatever they had been negotiating had reached a conclusion. Blake had pretty much passed out by this point, but he stirred awake when he heard Owen begin talking. "Okay, I have some good news and some bad news. They've concluded their trade agreement and I gotta tell you it was like being in a high-level trade deal with major governments. First, to put your mind at ease a bit, Blake will not have to go to their tribe. He stays here. That's the good news."

"And the bad news?" Colin asked. We all knew it wasn't going to be that simple.

"Well it started with the Shaman insisting Blake become his son and be used for breeding purposes. He also reminded the Chief that Blake would have the same authority that he had, and that he could pick a boy everyday to service his needs. Apparently it's quite the honour to be picked by the Shaman for the day. The boy runs whatever errands are required, services any needs, and will sleep with the Shaman at night. That offer was quickly rejected. At the conclusion of the talk, they've agreed to trade one of the Yugenagi male infants to the Mulgari in exchange for one teen boy, and a young girl. The Yugenagi will also be required to supply two machete's, five knives, one large pot and twenty spears."

"They traded their kids?" J.P. asked horrified.

"It's done. All of this is very amicable and in accordance with tribe norms. What isn't normal is the three of you in this mix."

"How are we fitting in?" Colin asked as we listened.

"Obviously, they're fascinated by Blake and twins, so the deal is as follows, and trust me, it took a long time to get here, so it was the best we could do," Owen said obviously hesitating wanting to tell us. My heart sank and I felt my whole body go cold as if I needed to throw up, and I hadn't even heard the deal. "Do you want me to start with Justin and J.P. or Blake?"

"Start with me," Blake said quietly as he trembled slightly.

"You will be expected to leave your sperm in 10 of their girls. One a day for the next ten days. You must reach orgasm with each one, and you will be expected to do each girl twice. Once in the morning when they arrive, and once in the evening before they leave."

"I can do that," Blake said sounding a bit more enthusiastic at hearing it.

"That's not the end of it though," Owen continued. "Each girl will be accompanied by one of the men who will take you anally after you have the morning intercourse. The idea is to put seed back in you for the evening intercourse. While you're in the hut, you will be treated exactly as one of their own tribe. Once you exit, the rules of this tribe take over again."

"Sounds like the mating hut would become like the Mulgari embassy," I commented.

"Pretty much," Owen nodded. "They'll be allowed to use it exclusively while they're in the village for the ten days."

Blake looked at both of us. "Will they use lube this time?" he enquired looking miserable again.

"We can make sure your ass is well lubed before you go into the hut," Owen said as Colin nodded, but looking about as sick as I felt.

"What else?" Colin asked looking at Owen who obviously wasn't finished by the way he was looking.

"Because you can produce sperm, in accordance with their tribe's traditions, they're going to pierce your nipples and give you the designation of fertility warrior. You'll also receive a ceremonial necklace that will not only hang down across your chest, but will also be secured by two strands to run under your arms and around your back."

"I get my nipples pierced?" Blake said looking almost happy about it, while I was ready to say `no deal' and slam the glass box down. I watch a lot of TV.

"It's not like at home, Blake. This will undoubtedly hurt like hell as they neither have anesthetic or precision piercing tools. The nipple will likely be clamped while they force the bone spikes through."

"Oh," Blake said going quiet again. "What are the necklaces made out of?" He inquired.

"Teeth of animals from hunts strung through braided vine."

"Whoa. Cool. What are the big pointy teeth they had on them?"

"Jaguar. The smaller ones are ocelot."

"No way! Wicked."

"Thought you might say that. The Shaman agreed to give you one ocelot tooth for each girl you seed, and upon completion of the trade, they will complete the necklace with a jaguar tooth. They wanted to pierce his scrotum and give him the testicle protector, but I convinced them that a white boy's testicles would not be able to handle that. They seemed to accept it as they allowed it to pass. Fortunately, they didn't suggest any other piercing. It was the best I could do in that case."

"We appreciate that," Colin acknowledged.

"Yeah, me too," Blake added. "I don't want that in my balls."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah," he said taking a big breath of air, and I braced myself for something even more horrible. "When Blake is done with all 10 girls, they want his hair."

"My hair? You mean they're gonna shave it off?"

"Yes. They've never seen blond hair before, so it will be made into decorative items for the tribe and because it's so long, they'll have plenty of uses for it. In a sense, you'll become part of their tribe's culture as a result. It probably seems like it's a terrible thing, but hair will grow back," Owen said trying to soften the blow. Blake without his curly hair just won't seem like him.

Blake nodded. "I think I'll be okay with that. I'm not looking forward to the piercing or having those men fuck me again, but as long as I don't have to live here forever and be sold, I think I can handle it."

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't do any better," Owen said apologetically.

"You did what you could, and I'm grateful to you," Colin said. "You kept Blake here and as safe as possible under the circumstances. What did they say about Justin and J.P.?"

"That was a whole separate conversation. They acknowledge that the twins are special and I think that's what may have helped with some of Blake's deal. The end result is that they're going to bring all their boys over here, and you to are going to have anally implant your semen in every one of them."

"They can't be serious," J.P. exclaimed.

"They are. They want all their boys seeded by you. It is one of their core beliefs that the sperm of a man is required to get a boy into manhood. They begin at age seven, I think, and go until the boy has achieved the strength of a man. Usually around 16 or 17. The only good thing is that they don't see you as one person like the Yugenagi, but as two molds sent from the gods. Being as identical as you are, I think has made them see you as more god than man, and consider it an honour for all their boys to be seeded by you."

"You know, that's what I've been telling people at home. Now perhaps they'll listen...Colin," I said giving him a big grin.

"Just what we need...You with an even bigger ego," he replied.

"Do they have to be pierced and have their heads shaved too? Blake asked almost becoming amused now.

"No. Either because your hair isn't as long as Blake's or because of how they acknowledge your status in their tribe, you are only required to seed the boys. They will leave two older boys with you as your personal property for the ten days, until you have finished with the seeding. They will tend to your every need; bring you food and drink; bathe you; help with chores and hunting. The boys will be allowed to have sex with you whenever you're in need of it, and they will assist you when you need the bathroom. Anything you need, they'll provide until every boy has been seeded."

"What do you mean when you say they help with bathroom needs?" J.P. asked. "I just had kids watching me poop and I can tell you it's unnerving."

"I had to get some clarification from the Shaman, but all boys, not yet having achieved the status of a man become...how do I say this? They become urinals for the men so the men do not have to stop what they are doing to urinate."

"What's that mean?" Blake asked.

"Bluntly, it means when one of their men need to take a pee, the boys swallow it."

"Gross. They made me do that earlier," Blake said sticking his tongue out and scrunching up his face. "Why did they pee all over me too, though?"

"Urine is also believed to be a good bug repellent. You'll frequently see some tribe members urinate on each other, unlike the Yugenagi who use the juice from certain plant to achieve the same thing. The Mulgari seem to favour urine, so boys will often be peed on to help protect them from diseases, and then rolled in baked animal dung that has been turned into powder."

"Gross, and super gross," Blake said again. "I'll bet those boys don't get a lot of chicks on dates smelling like that."

"Agreed, but that's their way. It also helps mask their smell to animals while on hunts. The boys left with you will be expecting to provide that service when you need to urinate. They will also wipe your ass after you poop."

"Nope!" J.P. said shaking his head. "Nope! Too much."

Blake giggled. "Oh, come on Uncle J.P. You always said you liked people kissing your ass. Now they can wipe it too."

"Shut up," he said pushing Blake playfully. "We can refuse this though, right?"

"Not really. The boys will do it regardless, and I don't know if you'd be insulting them or not by refusing. I'd just do it and get it over with as fast as you can."

"I have a question," I said looking at Owen. "Going back to Blake. You said he had to do 10 girls over 10 days. We're not here that long. Then just how virile do they think we are? How long is it going to take to do all their boys. How many are there?"

"As near as I could figure out, about 40? So, at two each per day, that's almost the same 10 days as Blake's deal. We'll have to postpone our departure home."

"They want us to fuck 7-year-olds?" J.P. asked incensed. "No way. There has to be an appeal process or something. Isn't there like a jungle court we can go to like the Amazon Supreme court or something?"

Owen laughed slightly. "No, tribal law is the law, and the two leaders made a deal. It needs to be honoured. You seed each boy presented."

"And if we don't?" I asked curiously.

"Then Blake will be forfeit to the Mulgari and taken with force if necessary."

"Oh well, you had a good run, Blake. We'll miss you," J.P. teased.

"Ha Ha. Not funny," Blake replied.

"Is there anyway I can help with any of this to speed it up, or take some of it away from the guys?" Colin offered.

"No. No offense but they weren't interested in you, or me for that matter. Just the twins and Blake. I don't know what to say. If I'd known anything like this might happen, I wouldn't have brought you here. I've been coming for 15 years and never seen this before. I did learn how they found out about Blake though," Owen said looking at us. "Apparently Blake and my son Tari, and another boy, went over to their camp spying."

"Tari told you about me and Qirco?" Blake asked surprised.

"No. The Shaman did. Apparently, Tari and Qirco have been making friends with some of the Mulgari boys in secret. Yesterday, they encountered some of them while `spying' on the tribe. I'm guessing their boys ran and told the adults about the blond boy they'd seen."

"So that's the whole trade deal or is there more?"

"A couple things. In addition to the items they're getting for the trade of the children, they also want something for the food they brought over. The Chief didn't want to give up any more of his tribes supplies, but I promised we'd replace whatever he had to give up. They ended up agreeing on several utensils, an axe and five more knives. The Mulgari will also provide four large beasts from future kills in exchange for their men coming over here for a day and seeding the boys."

"Jesus. I hope they got all that in writing," I said shaking my head. "How does this affect relations between the two tribes? Has our presence here fucked things up?"

"No. They agreed to the terms amicably and it's been settled. A deal is a deal, and unless one side reneges on it, the status quo is maintained. Just like a negotiated contract in our society."

"Can't we just go home, Dad. This isn't as much fun as before," Blake asked. "I'm sorry I went over to that other tribe and spied on them."

"We have to see this through unfortunately, or the Yugenagi could be in for a war with the Mulgari. You had no way of knowing what would happen if you went over there. We would have all been the same if we'd stumbled across them," Colin assured him.

"Well Tari and Qirco knew, and the Chief will be punishing them for it," Owen added. "They have been told repeatedly never to visit other tribes outside of official arranged visits. Their customs can conflict with each other and cause chaos."

"So we see," I remarked bluntly.

"Am I going to be punished?" Blake asked. "I went over there too."

"I'm not sure, but I think the Chief will take what's happening to you into consideration and not make you do anything more," Owen replied.

"I'll make a call and make arrangements for additional supplies to be air dropped, and to let the boat know of a new pickup date. Anything else I should get?" Colin asked.

"I think it would be a nice gesture for the Yugenagi if we got them something like seeds."

"Oh great!" Blake said throwing his hands up in the air. "More seeds. I'm never gonna have sex again when this is over." We all laughed, rapidly easing the tension of the past few hours.

"I was thinking more along the lines of seeds for vegetables. Corn, carrots, peas, maybe even potatoes and rice that they can grow and replenish. More pots and utensils would be seen as welcoming."

I'm on it," Colin said heading to his pack to get the sat phone. He would have to make sure he made the call away from the eyes of the tribe as I'm sure they wouldn't understand that. Owen excused himself and went to find Tari. J.P. and I just stayed with Blake and held him as he fell asleep. At this point, I almost don't give a fuck about their customs of a man being a man. He's still a boy and my son. If I want to hug him, I'll damn well do it. Send me to the stockade to be pelted with rotten tomatoes. I don't care right now.

Colin returned and sat down beside us. He saw Blake sleeping so talked quietly. "I've called home and let them know we're going to be staying longer. Obviously, I didn't tell them why as I don't need them to worry. I've also rescheduled all of our return trip. There will be a helicopter drop of supplies the day after tomorrow, so we'll have to listen for it. I gave them our coordinates and told them to drop it towards the river a half kilometer away. Last thing we need is a shit load of things crashing into their huts."

"Ya think? Thanks for taking care of all that. I just wish we could do more for Blake," I said as I rubbed his back. I noticed that even the few short days we'd been here, he was looking much more tanned, and I think I actually noticed how much more defined his body was becoming as he grew up. I tried picturing him without his hair and I felt bad. I know that out of all the things he was going to have to do, this seemed the least of an issue, but it really was his trademark.

We let Blake sleep as we went to thank the Chief for his negotiating skill, and to let him know of the arriving supplies. Owen, as usual, was there to help the translation. We found out that Tari and Qirco were currently being punished at the tree of shame. That's my name for it. I'm not sure what they actually call it. We went over to see what type of punishment they had received and found the boys tied the same way as Qirco had before, only this time they were face to face tied up against each other, suspended between the two trees. I guess they only had the one punishment area. They had red marks on their backs as if they had been whipped, but it could just as easily come from running through the jungle and being attacked by sharp plants and branches. God knows I was scratched all over. I think we should call this Qirco's tree. Something tells me the boy spends a lot of time here. We left them to their punishment.

The next morning, long before I was ready for it to begin, the Mulgari arrived. There were two men escorting a girl and six boys. Two of the boys were in their teens, while the other four were much younger. As they got closer, J.P., Colin and Blake stood beside me as we watched them arrive in camp and head to the Chief. He quickly showed them to the mating hut, or as we're renaming it, the Mulgari Embassy hut.

"Jesus," J.P. said quickly. "Please tell me those aren't the boys we have to fuck. The youngest one didn't look older than about 8. I'm so not comfortable with this," he said bluntly.

"Me neither, bro. But it's either this or we forfeit Blake to the Mulgari."

J.P. glanced over at Blake. "You sure you don't want to become Prince Blake, ruler of Mulgari?"

"Man up J.P. Fuck em and chuck em, and let's go home before anything else happens," Blake said bluntly, securing his loin cloth, and grabbing his spear as he marched over towards the hut as bravely as he could. I knew he was scared shitless as I could hear it in his voice, but I was kinda proud of him for pushing through and getting on with it.

I pulled J.P. aside to talk to him. "I was thinking about this, as I agree with you about these small kids. All they want is our seed, right? So, we jerk off until we're just about to cum, then push the tip into them, blow our load and pull out. It's not like we have to fully fuck them, right?"

"Thank god. Yeah, I'd feel better about that," he acknowledged as we walked towards the hut to speak to the Chief, but we waited for Owen to show to make sure we knew what was happening. He listened and nodded as the Chief spoke while the two Mulgari men stood as if guarding the entrance to the embassy...ummm...hut.

Owen looked at us. "Before they let you in. Blake you'll be getting pierced. The two teenagers will take Justin and J.P. to scrub them before they bring them back to seed the boys. They want to make sure you're not carrying any diseases of the Yugenagi tribe."

"That seems a little rude and insulting," J.P. remarked. "Especially for the Yugenagi."

"Just how they talk. Blunt and direct," Owen replied. The Chief spoke to the men guarding the hut and one immediately came up to Blake and yanked his loin cloth off, tossing it aside before taking his spear. I'm guessing Blake's his for the moment. The other went inside and said something, because seconds later all six boys came out of the hut. The girl remained inside. A teen boy was given to both J.P. and me and they quickly stood beside us, looking up and smiling. I'm guessing they'd been told we didn't speak their language as they made no attempt to talk. They were pretty good-looking boys that I guessed to be slightly younger than Blake, maybe 13, although the size of their penises rivalled any adult. Like the Shaman, they had the wooden hoop through their scrotums framing their balls. They only had nipples and belly button piercings, but no facial ones, fortunately. They look so much better without things sticking out of their faces. They had no body hair, including the top of their heads and the skin was completely smooth and a medium mocha colour. Blake was moved to a nearby table and lifted up onto it. Everyone gathered around. One of the men began pulling on Blake's nipples as he checked them while the other reached into a pouch around his waist and pulled out the toothpick size bones. These were about 4 inches long, rounded at the ends, and about the thickness of a round toothpick. They still looked like they'd hurt more than a metal nipple ring. Thank god the ends had been rounded or you'd be stabbing yourself in the chest repeatedly. Another long sharply pointed bone was pulled out next. I felt my entire body tense up. I'm guessing this was the piercing tool. All I could hear my brain scream was `please don't faint, please don't faint.' A smooth thick stick was given to Blake, which Owen explained he should bite down on as this was going to hurt. At home, they used a sterilized tool to do it quickly after they'd rubbed antiseptic on your nipple, and maybe even some numbing cream. Even an ice cube would have been helpful, but no ice out here. My own nipples seemed to shrink inward at the thought. I went behind Blake's head as he clamped down on the stick in his mouth and he just stared at me. The fear was obvious.

"You'll be okay, buddy," I assured him without really believing it. I'd have done anything at that point to help him get out of it, but I knew that wasn't a possibility. One way you knew he was focused and freaked out is that the boys were around his crotch playing with his penis as they checked him out, and Blake had remained as limp as if he'd just exited a cold pool. The one man pulled on Blake's left nipple to stretch it out, while the second got the sharp pointy bone ready. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't turn away either. He quickly shoved it through the nipple and Blake screamed through his wooden gag. I held his head and almost wanted to cry for him. He was just staring at me as if pleading with me to make it stop. I felt horrible. The bone was removed and the toothpick size one was inserted before the nipple was released. The procedure continued with the second nipple and Blake screamed just as loudly. I dunno if the tribal boys would have reacted like this, but like I care. Blake was doing incredible. Once it was done, and he had the two nipple spikes, they pulled out a small plant and squeezed some of the juice onto each nipple. Blake shrieked and lifted his entire waist of the table. The teen boys held him down.

"That's a natural antiseptic to prevent the wound from getting infected. It'll sting for a bit, but then it dies off," Owen explained. I could see Blake's eyes water as he tried desperately to hold back the tears. Once they were done, they lay a folded large banana leaf over his chest and sat him up slightly to tie it in place. So, I'm guessing this was like a bandage or something? They didn't say anything as they left and headed back into the hut with the four small boys. The teenagers resumed their positions next to J.P. and I. Blake sat up and took the wood out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Colin asked as we stood on either side of him as he looked down at the leaf bandage. We could see a little blood running down from underneath it, but it was probably just from the initial piercing of the skin.

"That hurt like a motherfucker!" he said looking at us. "I'll never want my nipple pierced when I get home."

"You won't have to," I said helpfully. "They're already done."

"Shit this hurts and my nipples are really stinging," he told us.

"It'll subside in a while," Owen assured him. "I had my nipples pierced when I was younger. It stings for a bit, but once the skin heals you won't even feel it. If you see any swelling or redness, just let your Dad's know and I have some stuff in my bag that might help better than the plant antiseptic."

"Thanks Owen," Colin said. Our teenage boys grabbed our arm and indicated by pointing that we should go with them. Colin said he'd stay with Blake until we got back. I actually felt proud of myself when I found out the boy with me was named Mukashe. J.P.'s boy was Elsu. And they quickly managed to get our names, or close enough that we could understand them, anyway. We headed for the lake where the boys didn't hesitate to untie our loin cloths and take us into the lake where they scrubbed us with their hands. It didn't seem to bother them in the slightest to thoroughly rub us all over including into our ass crack. Once they were done, we left the lake and they again used their hands like squeegees to get the excess off us before we hung out to dry off. They waited patiently, and I wasn't sure if we were following them, or they were following us, but when no one moved, J.P. and I agreed that we should probably head back. Blake was still sitting on the table talking to Colin. He looked a lot better and said that the throbbing pain had begun to subside already. He had a blood trail that had run down his chest, but it was to remain for now as a symbol of the ceremony. Mukashe and Elsu opened the door for us, and we all made our way into the hut. Colin was quickly pushed back out by one of the men. I apologized to him as it seemed rude not to let him be there for his son, but I guess this was the way it was to be. Two of the four boys were on their knees, head down and ass up, waiting for us. The girl was at the other side of the hut on her back, knees up and legs spread. There's no foreplay in this society. Just get to it and get the job done. J.P. and I moved over to the boys and our teenage charges quickly dropped to their knees in front of us and began masturbating us, which they did very well.

Blake meanwhile had been taken over to the girl and stood between her legs. The Mulgari man grabbed Blake's penis and masturbated him until he was hard, then pushed him to his knees and shoved him forward. Please! Like Blake didn't know how to fuck. He did it the same way as he'd done it during the mating ceremony and put himself into her and just got to it with no real emotion. Meanwhile back at boy breeding central, J.P. and I slid inside our boys. Fortunately, the men seemed okay that we didn't penetrate them deeply, which was a bit of a relief as I didn't want to hurt the boys. Surprisingly, there was no crying out. No squirming, or apparent discomfort of any kind. We entered them easily, which I hadn't expected as the only lube was from the spit we'd put on our own cocks. Once we were in past the sphincter, the two boys just rocked back and forth on us until we came. I went to put my hand on the boy's hip, but the Mulgari adult with us, quickly grabbed it and yanked it off. I guess we're not allowed to touch the boys, just seed them. Interesting approach. Almost as clinical as Blake fucking his girl. Once we'd removed ourselves from the boys, they scrambled up and ran out of the hut with the other two young boys who had watched us fuck. Our teenagers stayed with us. Blake finished and pulled out. The girl thrust herself upward, almost to ensure the sperm ran down into her and not out. The Mulgari man, yanked Blake away from her and turned him around, giving him his cock to suck. Once he was hard, he pushed Blake flat onto the ground, yanked his legs apart and fucked him. The force and speed at which he entered, I was happy that we'd lubed Blake up first thing this morning. Thank god for the western lube that we'd brought with us. Then man grunted and pulled out, almost as fast as he'd entered. He grabbed Blake by the hair and swung him around clean lick his cock clean. They'd let J.P. and I watch, but as soon as it was over, Blake was yanked to his feet and we were all pushed outside.

Blake just looked at us. "That was fast."

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I guess. They sure don't like taking their time, do they?"

"Would you prefer they make out with you and roll around for an hour making love?" I asked almost teasing him.

"No. I'm not really attracted to any of them, but they kinda don't do sex like we do, do they?"

"From what I can figure, it's more about having a purpose than it is about pleasure. Although, I'm sure they have fun doing it," I grinned. "Did that guy hurt you?"

"No. His cock wasn't as big as the other guy, and he wasn't as mean. I can handle it. Can I hang out with these guys today?" He asked looking at our assigned teenagers.

"It's fine by me if they want to," I agreed. I introduced Blake to Mukashe and Elsu and tried to explain he was my son. I think I figured out that the word for son sounds like anak, but I'm sure I was making a mess of it. Blake tried to get the boys to go with him, but they just shook their heads. Blake ran off and returned with Tari, who did his best to interpret for Blake. I was actually proud of Blake. He was using smaller words and only what he needed to talk to Tari, who in turn relayed it to our visitors.

"Oh," Blake said after Tari stopped talking. "They're not allowed to leave in case you need them, other than that they'll do whatever you say," he explained. "I've gotta go," he said and ran off with Tari right beside him.

Mukashe fully participated in helping with whatever chores I was doing. I told Owen at one point that the boys, both Mukashe and Elsu, should have at least some free time to be with the other boys, but he said it wasn't like that. The boys would be enjoying spending time learning about us. He suggested that if I wanted our boy to play with the other kids, that we'd need to play too, and he'd join in. We didn't have time right away as we were off to gather more fruit. This was pretty much a daily thing, whereas as hunting was more random. Sometimes they just went and killed small things, other times it was like a big hunting party. We just followed along and did what they were doing. Mukashe scrambled up the tree like a monkey and threw things down to us. He's a very good personal assistant. I'd totally hire this boy back home. Both of them were making J.P. and me look really good as we carried armloads of fruit back to the village. I wonder if I could train Blake to be this helpful.

It was sometimes annoying having the boy less than three feet from me at all times, but it was also kinda fun that he was so focused on what I was doing. Even when we went swimming, he was right beside me. We made sure we took time to play with the kids, and they joined right in, laughing and running around with us, the whole time not far away and always apparently with one eye on us. When we stopped, they ran and got water for us as well as themselves. The main chores of the day were to inspect huts and tighten any things that may have come loose, sealing holes and things that they found. I was intrigued that they used the sap of rubber trees as a bonding agent. I guess when you stop to think about it, it makes sense since that's probably where rubber comes from. They could make their own balls, not to mention, condoms. Rubbers...get it?! Surprised they don't.

I took a walk into the bush to take a pee, with my teenage shadow following close behind. As I stopped and held my dick, he came around, grabbed it from me, and pinched until he could get on his knees. He took my penis in his mouth and placed my hand on the back of his head to pull him up tight against me. He took his hand off my dick and the flow began. I couldn't help but to piss, and he comfortably, and confidently, swallowed everything I gave him. Once I was done, I felt his tongue lick my piss slit as he pulled on it before standing up. No fuss, no muss! Exactly what is muss? Again, we need a jungle Siri to be invented. The boy grabbed his own penis, pulled the foreskin back slightly and took a piss making sure I could clearly see him. He never looked down at what he was doing, choosing instead to look at me. I hoped that doesn't mean I'm expected to drink his pee, but there was no indication from him that that was required. He finished up and we left to get on with other things.

The evening session in the hut was a similar repeat of the morning one. We had the two other boys to seed, while Blake was to do the same girl from the morning. I had no idea what she'd done since I'd last seen her, but I hoped they'd let her go out and do something with the other kids. Fortunately, Blake was not fucked or used by the man this time, which made me feel a little better. Once it was over, the Mulgari man, (I think I'm just gonna call him a Mulgarian from now on to make it easier), left with the four young boys and the girl. The teens remained with J.P. and myself.

That night when I went to bed, Mukashe climbed in and spooned in front of me. Okay, at home, this would be fun. When it's 150 degrees out, this is the last thing you want. A little warm furnace against you. He didn't seem to mind, but I was seriously uncomfortable. J.P. had it easier, as his boy slept close by in his own hammock. Tomorrow...I move to a hammock. During the night I awoke dozens of times sweating heavily as water ran off me, especially where Mukashe and I touched. It was like having wet toilet paper stuck to you. I felt bad for the kid as I'm sure he wouldn't find that comfortable either, although he seemed to be sleeping soundly. He was a good-looking boy, and at home I could easily see myself lifting his leg and fucking him a few times, but here I had a headache from being dehydrated and couldn't even think of sex. Fortunately, in this heat, I hadn't one tenth as many erections as I have at home. It seemed to be a cure for them. I think I kind of expected all the men to be running around all the time with them, feeding them to the boys, but it was nowhere near as common as you'd think.

In the morning, we were back to the mating hut for our new daily routine. This time, once Blake was done with the girl, the man pulled Blake off, pushed his cock into Blake's mouth and held the back of his head. I heard Blake cough and choke as he pushed away from the man and coughed more. The man had been peeing into him, and was still peeing as the cock was freed. He made no attempt to stop it as he reached down and spun Blake onto his stomach. He grabbed his cock and began to masturbate, despite still peeing. It was spraying all over the place. This is someone who needs the birds and bees talk. The piss stopped and he got hard fairly quickly after that and fucked Blake as fast as the guy from yesterday. Once we left, Blake raced to the lake to wash himself off.

As we got there with our teen helpers, Blake was coming out. "That was gross. He peed in me," he said extremely pissed off.

"I think that's their culture. Mukashe and Elsu have been doing that to J.P. and I anytime we need to pee," I told him.

"Well it's gross. Am I gonna have to keep doing that?"

"I'm guessing, yes? If they need to go and you're the closest boy," I said honestly.

"Fuck!" He said as he took off.

I was surprised at one point when we were in the forest. I stopped for a break and Mukashe immediately got on his knees and took my penis in his mouth. I guess he thought I was stopping for a pee. I just looked down and shook my head and said `no pee', which he apparently understood. It didn't stop him from holding onto my dick though. He began to suck on it and I realized he was giving me a blowjob. That was slightly unusual as that didn't seem to be a thing around here. I stopped him and moved back as I really didn't know if that was allowed or not, and honestly I'm just not in the mood. It's too fucking hot out. He looked at my semi inflated penis and stared up at me to see if I had further instructions. I just shook my head. He stood up, turned around and bent over to grab his ankles. This position I knew, and his cute ass looked amazing right in front of me. If it had been 80 degrees cooler, I might just have entered him to try it out, but since I also wasn't sure of all the rules, I figured I better not. I don't need to be castrated, or worse...whatever worse might be. Mukashe was here for 10 days and the last thing I need to do is seed two boys each day AND have Mukashe think he was expected to do it as well. I tapped his ass to get his attention. He stood up and looked back and I shook my head again. He didn't say anything and returned to being my shadow. Again, if it was only that easy with Blake. I wonder if the Mulgari would consider trading Blake for Mukashe and Elsu. I'm joking, and don't let Blake know I said that.

We heard the helicopter in the skies above us, and the crash from the drop of goods was even more audible. I'm pretty sure the entire tribe jumped at once. The men and boys all raced into the woods with their spears, while the women rounded up the girls in case it was something evil. I spun in circles wondering which group to join, before racing after the men and boys. Almost exactly on target, we found the air drop. It was a Wal-mart! Okay, not quite. A full pallet of things and been dropped with a parachute attached to it, probably to prevent it crashing and exploding all over the jungle. The pallet was completely wrapped in burlap, which I thought seemed a lot smarter than plastic, considering the tribe had probably never experienced plastic before. They approached cautiously, but once Colin and Owen got to it and cut the seam of the burlap to reveal everything, the entire tribe gathered around and began grabbing the items to return to the village. As per custom, everything had to be given to the Chief and Shaman first for blessing and distribution.

There were multiple sacks of seed, crates of cooking utensils from steel pots to wooden soup ladles and large spoons, and even a couple wooden paddle type implements for the largest of the pots. We probably could have opened a MasterChef kitchen. Machete's, knives, and axes were a large part of the drop, which were crucial for their daily needs. Women looked at the seeds, while Owen explained it to them the best he could. There would be enough seeds for many years without needing to cultivate more, but the way things grow in the rainforest, this could be a lifetime supply for the tribe. They had potatoes, corn, peas, carrots and rice. The rice seemed to be the toughest to explain, but I think he got through to them, and would probably spend the next few days making sure they completely understood how to use it.

The men looked at the weapons as if they'd received gifts from the gods and passed them around for everyone to inspect. The material was very good steel, not aluminum, or badly made things of a disposable society. It had to last a while. There were a couple fishing and mosquito nets, as well as fine line to be able to wrap around poles to make spears with, but it wasn't over done. One of the last crates to be opened brought a squeal of glee from the kids. It was a box of toys. Mostly a variety of different balls, but someone had put a lot of thought into the selection of things. There were several hula hoops, but they were made from wood. A couple of wooden pan pipes had also been included. I laughed when I saw a few jenga games. While we find them interesting, it seemed silly in the jungle surrounded by wood. I guess if the game ever broke, they could carve more of their own. I wouldn't half be surprised if they just used the pieces as firewood, but no doubt we'd show them the game before they burned it all. None of the items would alter the way they lived; it would just make things a bit more convenient. As with the animals they caught, nothing from the drop was left behind. The parachute material was quickly inspected, and the burlap from the pallet wrapping was tested for strength. No doubt we'd see something made out of it before we left. The pallet itself had also been dragged back and quickly torn apart. The nails to hold the planks together were removed and the men tested them. I see fishing spears about to be crafted using those. From the positive reaction of the tribe, I thinking we might have made up for the trouble with the Mulgari.

Colin and Owen decided to make a table for the Yugenagi out of the wood from the pallet and crates. They worked with the men of the tribe and built a large base out of bamboo, making it nice and solid. Then they lay the planks over the top and used a combination of nails and vines to secure it all. Once it was done, it was a great looking, solid table. Certainly better than the ones they'd been using which were made out of tree trunks, although you'd pay a fortune for table like that at home. This table would be a good work surface for the preparation of meals. It was easily the best table in the tri-jungle area.

The next few days settled into a fairly regular routine. First thing in the morning we went into the mating hut for our daily `seeding'. Blake fucked and got fucked, and a few times found himself drinking their urine. None of it took long, but it was becoming tiresome. I'd gotten Mukashe to sleep in his own bed which helped me sleep much easier. The men of the tribe had begun constructing a new hut, which Owen explained was going to be used to store all the things that they'd just received from us to help keep it all together and perhaps protect it from the elements. We all chipped in to help. I was quite thrilled with myself that I was helping to build a house. I might put one up in our back yard. Vines were used to strap things together. Sap from various trees was used to bond leaves and branches to other things and bamboo poles were one of the main supports for the structure. NOW I felt like a castaway on Gilligan's island. I'm pretty sure I got caught whistling the theme song a couple times during the build. It took a few days to finish it completely, but it looked pretty solid and when things were put inside, there was a place for everything. Pots and utensils were hung up, toys were stored where the children could get to them and the knives, machetes and axes, were conveniently stored right next to the toys. Exactly how we'd do it back home for safety.

Mukashe and Elsu were right there helping along with everyone else and we were all heading to the lake to freshen up as we passed Blake coming back. "Hey buddy. Almost haven't seen you in a few days," I said putting my fist out for him to bump.

"Go away," he said bluntly as he walked past.

I spun to look at him slightly shocked. "Go away? Since when do you tell me to go away?"

"Since you appear to have another son that you're sleeping with and fucking. So, fuck you, Justin," he yelled as he ran off.

"What was that about?" Colin asked as he approached almost getting plowed down by Blake.

"He's pissed that I'm spending so much time with Mukashe. Not like I have a choice. It's like the boy's zip strapped to me sometimes."

"He's pissed or jealous?"

"Both I think. He may have seen Mukashe spooning with me on the first night and thought we were fucking. I'm sure he thinks the boy is sucking my cock a couple times a day, when all he's really doing is taking my piss."

"I still can't believe they do that all the time," Colin said shaking his head. "Blake will get over it. I'm surprised he has any energy left to even be interested in more sex. In this heat, I have no idea how the two of you are doing it as it is. I haven't wanted to even cuddle it's been so hot."

"Tell me about it."

It was another couple of days and Blake's attitude continued to get worse. He spent all his time with the men and boys of the tribe, avoiding the rest of us completely. He even ate his meals with them, and had moved as far away from us at night as he could. I was all for letting him have the full experience of the place, but I knew him better than this and I was concerned. Colin agreed that we needed to talk to him, even if it meant tying him up and sitting on him so he'd listen. I'll have to go and cut down some vines, I guess.

"Are you avoiding me?" I asked Blake as he rushed past later that day.

"No, I'm just busy, Justin," he replied brusquely without stopping.

A few hours later, I tried to talk to him again. "Blake!" I yelled to him.

"Busy!" he replied. "Gotta go get fucked again."

Yep, it's safe to say we have a problem.

By about the sixth day of what I'm calling the trade deal, Blake had really slipped into an attitude that was becoming almost hostile. It was time to try and fix it before he became too far gone. Colin and I agreed to talk to him together. As night fell, we went to speak to him and he almost immediately went to leave. I grabbed his shoulder. "Blake, hold up. We know something is wrong and that you've been avoiding us. We want to talk to you."

"Not now. I have to go do something," he replied without looking at either of us.

"It can wait," I said bluntly as we moved to a place a little more private and sat on either side of him.

"Well?" He said looking at us. "Talk!"

"Whoa. Blake, I know something is really bothering you, but since when can't you talk to us?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe since you sold me to the Mulgari and took another son to replace me. Maybe that's when," he said bluntly without looking at us.

"Dude, we're sorry. More sorry than you'll ever know. We did everything in our power to protect you. It could have gone much worse. They wanted to keep you and have you live here as a Mulgari Warrior's son forever. We did the only thing we could to keep you, and all the Yugenagi, safe."

"Whatever," he replied bluntly.

"Blake you do understand why we couldn't do anything different don't you?" Colin asked.

"No. We could have left."

"We couldn't as it would have stared a war between the Yugenagi and the Mulgari. It might have meant that a lot of the people you've become friends with could have been killed by us running away. Is that what you'd have wanted?"

"No. Why couldn't you just have gotten a shit loads of guns air dropped and blown them all away. Like they'd stand a chance against a crate of AK's. But instead you get balls and pots delivered."

"Is that really what you would have wanted? Us to wipe out an entire tribe, including the women and children," Colin asked as I was more than a bit surprised at how callous Blake was being.

"No, I guess not, but this seems bogus. How come I'm the only one having to get punished every day?"

"To be honest Blake, I know it seems like a punishment, but they see you, Justin and J.P. as something very special. They believe your sperm is something that will make their tribe stronger, and any of the girls that get pregnant as a result of it, will be an asset to them. They actually revere all of you," Colin explained.

"Is that why they fuck me, and make me drink their piss? Because they `revere' me?" He said almost caustically.

"From what I can tell, they fuck you to help give you more seed to replenish the sperm you're giving to their girls."

"Whatever," he said again. "So why am I drinking their piss all the time, huh?"

"That's part of their culture. Boys in the tribe learn from the men, and to make things easier for them, they assist in taking their urine so that the man doesn't have to stop what he's doing to go to the bathroom. Mukashe and Elsu are helping Justin and J.P. the same way. It's not our way, but it is theirs. It's not a punishment, it's just a way of life."

"You said I was a man now, and yet, I'm still being treated like a kid."

"What kid gets to fuck 10 girls?" I asked, trying to smile. "I thought you liked sex."

"Okay, that part's not all that bad," he admitted sounding less annoyed. "But all I get to do is stick my penis in and fuck until I cum. I'm not allowed to do anything else. If I try to play with her boobs or anything, one of those men grabs me and makes me stop. It's not really fun sex at all. Plus when they fuck me, it's kinda rough. They cum in me and then throw me out. Rude. I don't even get to talk to the girls, or anything."

"That's just how it is I'm afraid. Aren't you getting to know a lot of the Yugenagi kids?"

"I guess, but you're hypocrites, which is why I wanna go home. Maybe I'd be better off if you'd sold me. At least that Shaman guy would want me."

"I don't understand. Why on earth would you think we don't want you, or that we're hypocrites?" I asked concerned.

"Think about it. You don't like me enough to have sex with me, but you're boning the hell out of every boy that comes near you, and some of them are WAY younger. I'm even considered a man now and you STILL don't want me. Jesus, how much more do I have to prove that I'm old enough? I get fucked, I fuck, I got stoned and sent into the jungle to find my way back. I kill wild animals. Shit, what else do you want from me before you'll give a crap that I exist?"

"Blake, I'm sorry that you feel that way," Colin replied. "Some of this is out of our control. Actually a lot of this is out of our control. It's not that we don't think you're man enough to handle it, in fact quite the opposite. We're beyond proud of you for how you're dealing with all this. I know it can't be easy at all. We love you more than we ever have as you've shown us just how mature you are by facing it like you are."

"And believe me, your uncle and I are not enjoying seeding the young boys they bring over here," I added. "Not to diminish what you're saying, but how can you even think of sex here? It's so fucking hot that the last thing I want to do is get even hotter by rolling around with someone and making out. I already have non-stop heat headaches, and cumming twice a day is making them into migraines," I said looking directly at him.

"So drink more water," he said bluntly. "Anyway, I'm still in my prime, so I can handle sex. But you don't care anyway. You'd rather spend all your time with Mukashe and Elsu than with me. I know you're having sex with them all the time. I've seen them bend over for you, or give you blowjobs, but when I ever asked, you gave me the `you're not old enough bullshit.' I've proved I'm old enough, or are you gonna make up other rules now?"

"I'm not having any sort of sex with Mukashe. He's bent over a few times when he thought I might want to use him, but I haven't. Part of the agreement is that they have to stick close to us to be our assistants, and that includes drinking our piss whenever we need to go. I think in his tribe he's expected to get the men hard so that he can take their seed, so that's why he tries to blow me occasionally, but I don't let him. I'd rather spend my time with you."

"Yeah, right!" Blake said acerbically. "Like you'd ever let me do what he does with you. Like I said Dad...hypocrite."

"Can we do anything to make you feel better?" Colin asked. "We hate seeing you so mad and upset. This was supposed to be a fun adventure, and I feel like it's gone horribly wrong, and for that we're sorry."

"It's not all horrible, Dads. Maybe it is because I'm hot too. Not like super studly hot, which we know I am, but hot as in sweaty hot. I like most of the stuff here. Hunting is fun and making spears is cool and stuff. Plus, I get to run around in the woods naked with everyone, pretty much doing whatever we want. It's just..."

"What? You know you can tell us anything," Colin said quietly.

"It's just that when we leave here, I'm still just gonna be a 14-year-old that you treat like a kid again. Here, I'm a man and no one has different rules for me. I can grab a machete and go chop down branches, or take my spear, or bow and arrow, and kill something and they think I'm awesome. I can give my sperm to boys, or put in it girls and they all think it's the best thing ever, and as scary as it was, that guy wanted me so much he was gonna make me a prince. When we get home, it'll be back to Blake don't do that, you're too young, or Blake don't touch that it's dangerous, or Blake take your penis out of my ass before I snap it off, boy!"

I think I laughed. "Well, I think some of that's true, but Colin and I have been talking and we agree that what you've been through here has proved that you're a lot more mature than our society gives you credit for. I mean we'd still like you to enjoy being a kid as you never get that time back. Some of our society rules will limit what you can do, that's true. Like you can't go and kill the neighbour's dog and bring it back for dinner and expect a thanks, or drive the car without a license, and I'm pretty sure running to the mall naked with your spear will get all of us arrested, but how about we ease up on as many age rules as we can while you're in the house?"

He shrugged. "You've said that before, but it's still Blake do this, Blake do that. Blake don't fill the pool with soap bubbles. It's not like I wouldn't clean things up. Plus, you're never gonna let me have sex with you, yet out here you fucked me, and jerked me off, in front of an entire tribe. I didn't exactly die and the world didn't end. You even fucked two boys my age in front of everyone. Doesn't that make your rules total bullshit?"

"Is that what some of this is about?" Colin asked looking directly at him. "You really want us to drop the rules about sex and allow you to be an adult like everyone else at home?"

"Duh? Jesus, you're still not listening. That's EXACTLY what I've been saying...for a long time, and now I've proved that I can handle it like a man, right?"

"We can't argue with that. How about if we make you a promise that we'll treat you like a man when we get home, as long as you promise to be one."

"Deal. But you better not be lying to me, or I'll move back here to become a prince, and you'll never see me again."

"Wait here for a second. I'll be right back," Colin said as he jumped up and quickly headed back to the hut.

I looked at Blake realizing that I was actually seeing him a lot differently now than I did two weeks ago. He wasn't just some hormone driven kid. He had become a man when we weren't looking. "You know, Colin and I really are proud of how you've dealt with all the things here. You are way braver than me with some of this stuff, especially hunting."

"I just wanted to try everything. Do you think Tari and Qirco would ever be allowed to visit us in Vancouver?"

"I dunno if they could handle our way of life. It might mess them up too much to be able to return here."

"We could just keep them at the house, and maybe change things around to be more like this a bit."

And just like that, Blake the kid was back. I can see it now. We'll build huts in the back yard, go on a hunting trip to the zoo, or spear the rib roasts at Safeway. Stock the pool with fish and sea monsters, and scrub each other clean in there with it all. Keeping them in clothes while we went out somewhere might also make for an interesting trip. Not sure how we'd explain cars and airplanes to get them to us. My mind was wandering through the endless thoughts of what it would be like to bring a Yugenagi boy to the city as Colin returned.

"How about we go take a break?" He suggested and put his hand out to pull me up. I thought this WAS our break. Blake stood up and was considerably less hostile than before we started talking, although he still did have his spear with him. Maybe this is the tribal addiction version of an iPhone.

Colin led us towards the mating hut, and paused at the entrance.

"What are we doing here?" Blake asked suspiciously.

"I thought maybe we could all sleep together tonight and prove to you that we'll be treating you like a man from now on," Colin said looking at him.

"You mean like we'd have sex together?" He asked as his eye went wide.

Colin opened his hand and showed Blake the bottle of lube he had in it. I guess we know where he'd vanished to just now.

"You mean it?" Blake asked, cheering up considerably. He threw his arms around Colin and then turned to do the same thing with me. "You promise you'll treat me like this when we get home?"

"We promise," Colin agreed.

"Finally! About time!" he said as he spun around happily. "Ummm, I don't wanna do it in there though. I want to be with you guys, `cause that's all I've ever wanted in my whole entire life, but not in there. Can we maybe wait until we go home?"

I laughed. "Are you sure you're not a chick? Always changing her mind. You want sex, then you don't want sex."

"That's so sexist Dad. I'm a man. I'm allowed to make my own decisions, right? Can I go hang out with my friends?"

"Sure," Colin agreed as Blake spun around and ran off. "I have absolutely no idea if that went well or not."

"Are we really going to stick with this after we leave here?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Can you really think of a reason why not? It's not like he'd get hurt from it, and he really isn't a typical 14-year-old anymore. We have the rules to stop him getting hurt. I don't think this one fits any longer."

"I'd agree with that," I grinned.

"Are we gonna go over and have an evening smoke with the men?" He asked.

"How about we put that lube to good use since you have it?" I asked as I entered the mating hut. He followed me in and for the next hour we had sex. Not the same as we had at home, as it was still to hot to really put much effort into it, but Colin wasn't getting laid here, like J.P., myself and even Blake, so he fucked me at least three times before we were done. We kissed for a while, but the heat still made it almost unbearable. Maybe next time we should do it under the waterfall. As least it's cooler there.

On one of the days, the men and boys took a long trek into the jungle, starting just as the sun began to show. I felt like it was never ending as we walked for hundreds of kilometers. Again, probably not that far, but barefoot through the woods, distance is easily misjudged. We saw plenty of snakes and small animals on our walk, and at one point when we had stopped near a stream for some water and a break, I saw a couple of young boys playing with an armadillo. They had it by the tail and were petting it is as if were a dog. I know...an armadillo! That's some good eatin' right there...probably...

When our forced march came to an end we were near a much larger body of water. It was a cross between a river and a lake. The men quickly got to work with nets and spears and began collecting fish. Sorry, there's this old saying I live by `fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, fuck you! I've modernized it a bit. No way I'm going to try and catch fish and end up with a shark biting off my leg or something. I was more than happy to keep the fish they caught company on the shore. Someone had to protect our catch from local gangs. Not me, exactly...but someone. It was nice to see the new nets being put to such good use, and they caught lots. I guess you have to when you're feeding an entire tribe. It wasn't long before they had all they needed, and it was threaded through vines and hung on poles to be carried back. I did help with that, just so you think I'm not some spoiled rich kid on a VIP jungle trip, expecting people to wait on me hand and foot. Although Mukashe did seem to be taking more than his fair share of the weight when we carried it.

Day ten of the trade agreement had arrived, and the final day was about to get underway. The Mulgari group arrived as usual and we made our way over to them. Blake had long since left his loin cloth behind as all they did was rip it off him anyway. The last four boys we had to do looked like they were about 16, so I guess these were the final four. Blake was given the man's penis, no doubt to take his urine, as seemed to becoming more common each day now. We simply got on with our tasks before being released. I was surprised to see that the four boys hung around with us all day. Usually the two we fucked headed back to their tribe, while the other two found kids their own age to play with. Today, all four boys hung out with Mukashe and Elsu as our shadows. Having four extra sets of hands around sure made chores easy. Even Colin seemed to have assistance now. The look on his face was priceless when they sucked his dick to drink his pee in front of everyone. I guess I'm used to it now. I might even miss the convenience once we get home. The women were preparing a ton of food for a celebration we were having tonight after this was all over. I think any excuse to do some singing, dancing and eating was always welcomed. Men were out hunting for a few last items. Still seems stereotypical to me...the women sent the men to get the things they needed. Others I think were at the party store getting the streamers and hats.

As the sun began to drop in the sky, a large delegation of the Mulgari arrived, led by the Shaman. This time there were women with them as well. All carrying food. I'm guessing this really was going to be a big party. They were greeted by the Yugenagi and everyone began mixing together. The Mulgari kids seemed overly excited to play with all the balls that were around, while the older boys mixed with their counterparts and seemed to be comparing body paint and spears. The Shaman met with the Chief for a while and then it was time for Blake, J.P. and I to have our final session in the mating hut. This time the Shaman joined us. We got on with the task at hand. We fucked the boys, while Blake did the girl. It was really becoming routine by now. Once Blake was done, the Shaman made a clicking noise and Elsu raced over to put the Shaman's penis in his mouth. I'm guessing he had to take a leak. Once he was done, Elsu took hold of it and masturbated him as we all watched him become erect. I now know why Blake was so upset the first time he'd been fucked and abused by him. The cock on him was easily over 10 inches long, possibly 11. It was thick too. That would be hard to handle for even the most experienced power bottom. The Shaman flipped Blake onto his back and pulled him rapidly up against it. He shoved it in as if he were driving a fence post into the ground. Blake's face contorted slightly, but he never said a word as he stared at the Shaman. I'm guessing after the beating he got last time, he'd learned his lesson. He lay there as he got fucked and we could all clearly see when the Shaman came. He slammed hard into his ass and held himself there before pulling out and dropped Blake's legs. Blake just stayed motionless, no doubt with his ass smarting and stinging like crazy. My own ass had clamped so tight shut in sympathy, I doubted I'd even be able to fart if I needed to.

We all left the hut and the Shaman took Blake over to where we normally gathered to have the evening fire. Just for the record...anyone who thinks it's a good idea to have a fire in this heat, raise your hand. Thought so! The Shaman & Chief gathered the tribe around and made some gestures. Blake was kept naked and pushed to his knees. At first I thought he was about to suck cock in front of everyone, but the Shaman said some words, put his hands to the sky and the Mulgari did a pretty complicated chant and dance, while the Yugenagi looked on. A large knife came out and Blake's head was held firmly. I heard Owen say to Colin that they were now going to remove his hair. I moved slightly closer to Blake and quietly told him. He looked positively miserable, but never moved. The Shaman began slowly slicing off the long curly locks of hair and I almost cried. I wanted to yell out and maybe see if he'd take cash instead. I know...stupid...but this was one of Blake's great features. It didn't take long to get the hair off, and as each bunch was removed it was handed over to someone as carefully as if it were an organ going for transplant. Once he was bald, he looked like a different person and I honestly felt sick. The Shaman took all the hair, raised it up and seemed to bless it before it was wrapped in a large leaf and handed to one of the women. Two other men approached Blake and rubbed something all over his head. Then they took out much smaller bones knives and began scraping his scalp. I guess this was to make him completely bald. Once it was over, water was poured all over him and more chanting took place. The Shaman signalled to someone, who approached and handed him a large necklace. It appeared to be made of rope, and on it were strung 10 ocelot teeth and one large Jaguar tooth. Owen had to explain it to us quietly as it was happening. The jaguar tooth was in the middle with five ocelot teeth on either side to balance it. It was placed around Blake's neck to hang over the necklace he already had. More words and chanting took place, followed by what appeared to be a ceremonial dance, all done by the Mulgari.

Then it appeared to be the Yugenagi's turn. The Chief had a little boy of about two years old with him. He lifted him up sideways and held him up to the sky, while I hummed the theme to the Lion King silently in my head. Others chanted and danced around as he moved to hand the boy to their Shaman who made his own blessing, and then took the boy over to the Mulgari Shaman who accepted the boy. He held him by one leg and spun him back and forth as if to check him out. He appeared satisfied as he handed him over to a woman in his tribe. The Mulgari Shaman went to get a girl and handed her over to the Yugenagi Shaman who blessed the girl and took her to the Chief, who also inspected her and accept her as well. Next Mukashe was pulled forward in front of the Yugenagi Shaman. His legs were spread and a Mulgari tribesman got down behind him, reached between his legs and began stroking his penis until it was hard. He then backed off and the Shaman checked out how firm it was before taking him to the Chief who did the same thing and accepted him. I felt a bit of jealousy as Mukashe had been my boy for the past ten days. He felt like the son I always wanted...helpful, obedient, and mostly quiet. He went and sat next to Qirco, and the two boys seemed happy to be together. I should talk to Mukashe before he gets in with the bad crowd. Mostly it's a crowd of just Qirco at this point, but you know how peer pressure is.

The Yugenagi then presented the other items of the deal; two machetes, five knives and twenty spears. As soon as the official trading was over, things became more of a party. Once the Shaman sat down cross-legged, he pulled Blake onto his lap, putting his knees up and legs spread wide as if to show him off. Tari sat next to the Shaman, perhaps as Blake's interpreter. Others got up to play some music, and dancing began as the pipe was passed around. Once the Shaman had taken his hit, he held it for Blake to do it. It was passed around and I almost choked as I inhaled. This shit is way stronger than weed, that's for sure. I watched what was happening, but always had one eye on Blake, who was looking a little drunk, as well as maybe stoned. I hope he has one hell of a hangover and doesn't expect this when he gets home from now on. I saw Blake turn to say something to the Shaman which was quickly translated for him. He snapped at one of the young boys nearby who quickly scrambled over and knelt in front of Blake taking his penis into his mouth. Now THAT is one handy use of that skill. You wouldn't need to get up in the middle of anything to take a leak and miss out on anything. Plenty of food and drink was consumed, making it quite the celebration. In some ways it was like a frat party at a college. The men from the Mulgari had decided to mount women closest to them, and no one else seemed to been paying attention to it. I saw the Shaman push Blake forward off his crotch, and grab Tari by the hair to lower him to his penis. Tari didn't hesitate as he sucked the massive penis down his throat. A few moments later, Tari was roughly yanked up off if and I could see the Shaman was hard again. He pushed his penis forward and maneuvered Blake down onto it. Blake's face showed the discomfort of having such a massive dick inside him, but to his credit, he never complained. He might be too stoned to care. They stayed like that until I saw the Shaman begin masturbating Blake's cock to get him hard. A couple of very young boys moved closer and I saw their small hands reach between the legs of the guys to slowly massage their balls. The Shaman pointed to one who quickly went down on Blake to take his seed, before returning to their ball massaging. The Shaman just kept Blake impaled on himself. I wonder if he knows Blake wasn't part of the trade deal at this point. I was pretty stoned myself and my head was spinning; as I stood up it intensified. I wanted to go and take a pee, but as soon as I was on my feet, I was pulled into a dance. If it begins to rain, it's not my fault, as I don't know the right chanting words, or it could just be me peeing. I finally managed to break away and go off into the jungle a bit, carefully watching for glowing eyes of wild animals that might be waiting for someone to break away from the group and become vulnerable. I took my pee safely and stumbled back to sit next to Colin, finally giving up and putting my head on his shoulder. It was just to heavy to keep upright. Blake was finally allowed to return to us after the young boys had licked the cum that had run out of his ass. The Shaman was sitting back watching the dancing as a couple of other boys were licking his crotch clean, like cats. I ran my hand over Blake's head which was now totally smooth, and he almost didn't look like Blake at all. Do you think it's too late to trade him at this point? I don't know when the party actually ended, or if it even did, but when I woke up in the morning, several people were passed out right where we'd been. Lightweight stoners! Blake was one of them and curled up in a ball with Tari, Qirco and Mukashe. Looks like the boys had had a sleepover. I did notice that the Mulgari were gone, so it was back to a normal day around here. No doubt we'd have to replenish the food, as we ate a lot last night. We really should get the women some Tupperware to help keep leftovers fresh and they probably wouldn't need to go out as much. We could show them the Boy Scout trick of throwing all the food in the containers, dropping it into a net and leaving it in the stream to stay cool. I wondered why they hadn't done that, even without the plastic containers. Seemed like a natural fridge. Maybe without the air tight containers, other animals would just eat the food?

I went and got some water as I had the worst hangover I've ever had in my life. We had Tylenol with us, but I figured since the Yugenagi didn't have it, I could tough it out and be a man too. Blake must have heard me crashing towards him like an elephant, and not the silent ninja I'd learned to be. He sat up and waved at me.

"Morning, baldy," I said quietly.

"Shut up. Not funny!" he said as he stood up unsteadily, and came over to give me a quick hug. He looked as bad as I felt. "You got any Tylenol? I need about eight."

"You got a hangover too?"

"Is that what this is? I think I got stoned and drunk," he said trying to be quiet before looking up at me. "It was a totally lit party! I stayed up all night and partied until we crashed out by the fire. Mukashe is cool, and now he's a Yugenagi, he's like our brother."

"Great."

"You pissed `cause he's not your boy anymore?"

"No," I grinned. "You're my boy, and always will be. Mukashe was just my assistant all week."

"I'm your man, now Dad. Not your boy," he corrected. "I have to take a wicked piss."

"Yeah, me too. That's where I was heading," I admitted. We made our way into the woods and Blake just looked at me.

"I'm glad the whole thing with the Mulgari is done."

"Me too. I'm proud of how you handled yourself though. You really did show that you're a man. To help with the headache, make sure you drink lots of water today though. It'll help hydrate you."

"Yeah...Like I told you earlier," he said as if I were stupid, "or is that your way of saying you want me to drink your pee?"

"Not at all," I laughed.

"You just want me to hold your penis for you while you pee then? Wanna hold mine?"

"And we both end up hard and can't do anything about it? Maybe we should just pee," I suggested.

"Good idea. But remember, you promised to keep treating me like a man when we get home, right?"

"I remember. Don't worry. You're a man. When we get home, you can get a job, pay taxes and raise the kids."

"And have sex," he grinned. "Don't forget that part."

"Like you'd let me forget," I said as we peed. "You wanna know something?"

"Sure, what?"

"Just between you and me...last night at the fire when I saw the Shaman lower you onto his big cock, I actually felt jealous."

"You wanted it, huh? Have you ever taken a penis that big before?" He asked looking at me.

"Yes, but that's not what I was jealous of. I'll deny this if it comes up, but I was jealous that he got to fuck you. I saw you lowered down on him and then cum, and I realized how sexual and grown up you really are. I felt really strange."

"Probably because you were as stoned and drunk as me," he grinned. "Don't worry Dad, I'd rather do it with you too."

I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. "Tomorrow we're heading home. Are you gonna be sad to leave?"

"Yeah, kinda. I made some cool new friends here and I really liked that everyone is so awesome, but I kinda miss our other life too. I wouldn't want to live like this forever. It's pretty hard having to find your own food all the time."

"I hear ya buddy. I'd kill for a McDonald's right about now."

"Me too! We gotta do that the second we get back."

"Deal!"

"How do I look without hair?" He asked looking at me, and I couldn't read if he was sad or not. I was more just a question. I was sad, but it would grow back soon enough.

"It's quite a different look on you, but I'll say this much, it does make you look older. You could easily pass for 16 now."

"Really?"

"Definitely. With your the toning, and that big penis, without hair, it accentuates those other features. But between you and me, I like the curly blond hair. It makes you so much cuter."

"Dad! I'm a man. I'm not supposed to be cute."

"Fine, then you're handsome."

"Better. I really look 16?"

"At least."

"Wicked. It feels so weird rubbing my head and not feeling any hair."

"You're like a bowling ball with handles," I said as I grabbed his ears. He giggled, and we headed back to the hut where everyone was beginning to stir for the day. All I wanted to do was get a coffee and go back to bed and snuggle with Colin and Blake. Drop the temperature by 30c and the humidity by 50% and it'd be perfect.

Blake made the most of his last full day with the tribe, and Mukashe seemed to have accepted his new tribe quickly as he was off hunting, or playing, or whatever the boys were getting up to. Colin, J.P., Owen and I spent time with the men helping gather branches from deep in the jungle to drag back for home improvement repairs. The afternoon was a quiet one where we napped for longer than usual. I didn't complain about that part at all. The evening meal was a lot quieter than last night, but it was more of a goodbye than anything. We all acknowledged that this was our last night, and the Chief presented us with a nice blow dart gun that had been ornately decorated. I hope he threw in a few of those tranquilizing darts so I could use this on Blake from across the room when he got wild. He thanked us for all the new things we had provided and invited us back again. I wondered if we should invite him to Vancouver as the return greeting, but Owen assured us that simply thanking him for his hospitality would suffice.

The next day, the entire tribe gathered to see us off and many of the men provided an escort to help up get back to the river, where our boat would be waiting. We hoped... We made the trek as naked as we'd become accustomed to, but this time we had our backpacks with us. Blake had been allowed to take all the loin cloths that he'd worn throughout our time here, plus with the ones the rest of us had; I'm pretty sure we looked like we'd gone souvenir shopping. The spear Blake had made was given to him to take home, as was the bow and arrows he'd helped the men with. I couldn't help but smile as I saw him trek through the jungle looking like a warrior. Bone piercings in his nipples, bald head, strong dark tan, two necklaces; one with teeth, carrying weapons and naked. The only thing not authentic about him was the backpack. They returned us to the place where they'd first met us, and I smiled when I saw our old clothes under the rock outcrop, in the same place we'd hung them. I wasn't really interested in getting dressed, so we just stuffed them in the top of our bags. We still had a long walk to the river, but we would be on our own from this point. We said goodbye and it wasn't like at home where we'd all hug and have tears. It was more of a wave and some words of thanks before they turned and left.

We were finally on our way home and it felt bittersweet. We'd see family and friends again, but it was like we were leaving our other family behind. Blake watched as our new friends vanished into the jungle, and they gave one final wave before disappearing as quickly as they'd appeared.

"I'm gonna miss them," Blake said echoing how we were all feeling. We agreed with him and followed the trail back to the river. When we first arrived, there was no boat, but we could see it approaching in the distance. Owen suggested we put some clothes on, so we fumbled through our packs to get out the things we'd brought with us, and never ended up wearing. About all we were interested wearing was a pair of loose fitting shorts. Even putting underwear on underneath felt constricting, so we went commando. Blake chose to just throw on one of his many loin cloths, and asked if that would be okay. Owen assured him it would be fine. At least until we got to the town of Uarini, where we would have to get back to regular clothes again. The trip back up the river was a bit somber as we looked at the world we'd come to know so well begin to vanish.

After another three days on the river, a night in the Uarini Hotel, and the helicopter flight back to Manaus, we checked back into the same hotel where we'd started the trip. Never has air conditioning ever felt so incredible. I think my nipples immediately got goose bumps, and I was shivering despite the temperature in the room being 27C. (80F) We had two connecting rooms with Colin, Blake and I in one, while Owen and J.P. shared the other, although we left the door open between them, so it felt like only one room anyway. Colin hit the bathroom first, and I lay on the bed thinking it felt like the softest, most luxurious thing I've ever felt.

Blake lay down beside me and I'm sure we zonked out for a few minutes because I never heard Colin return to the bedroom, until I felt his wet body touch me. "Sorry, I must have been exhausted," I said as I got up. Colin looked so different all clean and shiny again with his hair brushed and no dirt on him anywhere, smelling like deodorant and soap. Such a western smell. I prefer the manly smell of mud, tree bark, fish guts and boar's blood. We call that Jungle Man cologne where I'm from, or at least where I'd just been.

I headed to the bathroom with Blake following along like a zombie. I think we felt about as dirty as zombies now that we were back in the real world. Maybe that's not the PC way to say it. Now that we were back in our part of the world. I undressed, and looking at my clothes on the floor, I wondered if maybe we should just burn them instead of launder them when we got home. I turned to take a pee and Blake quickly took my penis in his hand.

"Dude!" I laughed. "You don't need to do that anymore. We're not in the jungle."

"I know, but we're still in the Amazon, kinda," he shrugged. Once we were both done, he even shook it for me. "Can you help me get my necklace untied?" He asked as we prepare for a shower. I unfastened the large necklace that was secured around his neck and chest, fastened under his arms at the back. It was a pretty decent piece of art and I think it would be quite the topic of conversation when we got home. Maybe when he's done wanting to wear it, we should put it in a framed case as a souvenir. Once it was off, I started the shower and got it to the right temperature. We both got in together. Looking at him, I think he must have grown a few inches in the jungle. Maybe all that heat and humidity isn't just good for growing trees and vegetables. His shoulders are broader and the voice is deeper. You could almost see the man inside him. Wait...that came out wrong. You could almost see the man he was going to become when he was older.

"Oh, this feels soooo good," he said as soon as the warm water hit us. "I think this might be better than sex."

"Great. Now we know how to keep you happy once we get home. Throw you in the shower," I grinned as I grabbed the soap and washed his back for him. He was nice enough to return the favour, and from the colour of the water hitting the bottom of the tub, I think we'd brought half the jungle home with us. We scrubbed everything we could scrub, from the bottom of our feet and underneath the toenails to multiple washes of the hair. Or in the case of Blake, his scalp. I think we lightened three shades with how much dirt came off us; and here I thought we'd gotten an amazing Amazon tan. As we paid attention to each other, Blake got an erection and moved my hand to it, as he took hold of me to see if he could give me one too. Either that or he was just very thoroughly washing it.

"Do you wanna seed me, Justin? I think I need more to keep me growing," he said very politely with a big grin.

I smiled and pulled him against me. "How about we finish the shower and fool around in bed so that when we're done, we can just fall asleep cuddling with each other. How's that sound?"

"Sounds perfect. You're really gonna keep your promise?" He asked suspiciously as his head rested on my chest and I wrapped my arms around him.

"I will. Between you and me, I'm looking forward to it," I said leaning forward and kissing the top of his bald head. He looks fine without hair, but he looks even better with the long blond hair we're all familiar with. I lifted his head and kissed him on the lips. "You're one amazing person, you know that? I'm proud that you're my son."

"I'm proud you're my Dad too, but Dad..."

"Yes?" I asked looking at him.

"Your boner is poking me."

"Guess we're back to being horny now that we've cooled off, huh?" We finished the shower and as soon as the water was off, we immediately shivered. Go figure. I've been complaining for two weeks about the heat, now I miss it. Maybe I'm bi-polar(bear). Lol. We and headed out to the bedroom and Blake stopped suddenly. I walked into him, and he looked back at me.

"Look like Colin fell asleep."

"Not yet, but I'm close," Colin replied quietly. "You two coming to bed? I assume we're all sleeping together, or are you going to be in your own bed, Blake?"

Blake bounced onto the bed and cuddled up against Colin as I got in to sandwich him between us. I rubbed his back and his ass as we relaxed in comfort. There was nowhere near as much room as we had on the king bed at home, but it was still more comfortable than what we had been sleeping on in the jungle. If our plan was to have sex, it didn't happen, as all three of us fell asleep almost instantly. I'm pretty sure we stayed wrapped up against each other for a good 12 hours. Normally Blake moves around on the bed more than a snake in the jungle, but he pretty much stayed where he was the entire time. When I finally did wake up, it was due to the shaking of the bed. I opened my eyes slowly and found Blake straddling Colin, riding his cock.

I smiled, and moved over to kiss Colin who had his hands on Blake's thighs watching him. "You two got started without me?"

"`Morning," Colin grinned as I leaned in to kiss him. "It's more like Blake found morning wood and got started without either of us."

"That makes more sense," I smirked as I watched him bounce like Tigger. He was enjoying himself as his own morning wood was bouncing around in front of him leaking everywhere. I moved down the bed and slipped it into my mouth. Blake moaned loudly and shot his load almost instantly. The bouncing slowed down and he pulled off Colin's cock to lie beside him.

"Whew, I needed that," Blake said putting his head on Colin's chest as he panted.

"Hey! You made him cum before I was done! You need to get on there and finish what he started," Colin complained.

"Yes, sir!" I laughed as I lubed up both of us and took over. I rode his cock, taking Blake's place and it wasn't long before I found my cock being sucked, as Blake moved to enjoy it. Colin came first and announced it loudly as he filled me up. Blake watched closely and as soon as I lifted off Colin's spent dick, Blake put his finger into my ass to see how much I'd gotten. I held his head and pumped my own morning load down his throat. Giving him the seeds he needed to keep growing.

"I think I'm gonna like being a man, now," Blake grinned as he wiped his mouth and we all curled up together for a little while longer.

It was the end of the most amazing adventure I'd ever been on and one I'd never forget. I wondered if we'd ever go back again, but something tells me we should, after all, I may have 11 grandchildren by this time next year. And they call me a slut! Geez. We took our time getting out of bed as we were just way too comfortable to move. We strolled over to the other room to find Owen and J.P. already up, but like us, hadn't bothered to put clothes on. Such a difference from when we first arrived, and stayed in shorts and t-shirts.

"The plane is waiting whenever we want to leave," Colin announced. "We can stay another night or head home. Whatever you want."

The decision was fast and unanimous. We all wanted to head home. We'd been gone a lot longer than originally planned and it was time to go. Blake asked me to help him fasten his necklace on properly and he wrapped himself in his loin cloth before putting shorts on over it. He made a request that we stop at a drug store before we got on the plane.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep. Just gotta get something before we leave," he replied.

"Lube?" I asked wondering what else a 14-year-old could possibly need at the drug store. He laughed and said no.

We waited in the cab as he ran in and returned quickly with his purchase. He's a man, so we didn't ask more. It could be razors and aftershave for all we know.

Once we were in the air, we all stretched out for the trip home. We were back to our life, and home was only a few hours away. I couldn't help but notice that Blake had been in the bathroom for a long time, so I knocked.

"What are you doing in there?" I said knocking on the door. "You okay?"

"Masturbating," he yelled back. Somehow, I doubted that since he would just do that right in front of us. Maybe he was shaving his head with the razors. When he finally emerged, we all laughed and applauded him.

He had been putting on tribal paint, or more like Loreal paint. He'd bought make-up at the drug store in various colours and decorated his body with them. He had done his forehead in a dark orange, with diagonal stripes of blue and black on his cheeks. He had wavy lines across his stomach in white, and I couldn't help notice the two lines across his belly button, almost resembling the piercing the Mulgari Shaman had. He'd also done his legs. Of course, he hadn't missed his penis which had two broad stripes in red around it and his balls were completely covered in white as well. He'd even managed to do his ass, but there was nothing on his back. I guess some parts you just can't reach on your own. Other than that, the only other thing he had on were the large necklaces.

"What do you think?" He asked grinning.

"I think they'll be surprised at customs," I joked. "Are you gonna go in like that or wear clothes?"

"Clothes, duh!" He laughed. "I just wanted to show the guys at home how the tribe did it."

"Well, it looks pretty authentic." Except for the fact it was real makeup and not berries and blood. We took several pictures of him all done up like that, and he was happy with the results. We told him which ones he could post to his social media accounts. Basically anything that didn't show his penis seemed acceptable. He went to sit down, but Colin stopped him and threw a large towel over the seat first. Last thing you want on the leather of your private jet is an ass print of your Yugenagi son.

We arrived in Vancouver, and Blake had put his loin cloth back on and pulled shorts over it. He didn't bother with shoes or a shirt, and as we approached customs, the officer just looked at him and smiled. He had the bow and arrow across his chest and was holding his spear. He truly looked the part. I think Blake's passport got looked at very closely considering the picture had him with long blond hair, and the guy in front of him was a bald shirtless tribal warrior.

"He had a good trip. Really got into the spirit of it," Colin explained.

"I can see that. Looks good, young man," he said as he cleared us. It's a lot easier going through customs at the south terminal than it is through the main airport, I can tell you. First, I doubt they would have let Blake have the weapons as carry on items, and I'm pretty sure he'd have had to put more clothes on. The limo was waiting and we piled in. We dropped Owen off at his home first and thanked him for everything. Colin said he'd see him at the office in a week.

As we got closer to home, Blake removed his shorts so he was fully tribal. He was grinning wildly as we drove through the main gates. The driver removed our luggage from the car and Colin thanked him, insisting that we could take it from there. We entered the house and jumped a mile as almost everyone was there to welcome us back, yelling `surprise'. I might have speared them, if I had one handy. The only two missing were Kyle and Chance as they were still trekking through Europe.

"Holy shit! You guys are seriously tanned!" Ben announced first as they rushed to greet us.

Jason grinned as he looked at us. "Ummm, I think you may have brought the wrong kid home. Who the hell is that?" He said looking at Blake with a teasing grin.

"It's me, Uncle Jason, Blake!" He said stepping forward in his body paint, fertility warrior chest necklace, newly pierced nipples, and bald head.

"Holy crap Blake!" Troy said as he stepped up to look at him. I can't believe how different you look without hair. Are those piercings real?"

"Very real," Colin acknowledged with a nod.

"I can't believe you're bald," my Mom said, as both her and my Dad had shown up too. "And look how tanned you are."

Jason and the boys all moved to check Blake out. He truly was a different looking person. None of them could believe that his nipples were pierced with the bone spikes and they took a close look, asking him if it hurt.

"When they first did it, it was the worst pain I ever felt," he admitted, and I immediately felt bad for him. "I'm used to them now though. I had to do it or I was gonna get sold to the Mulgari to become the Shaman's son. I'd have been Prince Blake though, so that might have been cool."

My Dad asked if that was a wise decision to allow the piercings, but I assured him that we'd had no choice, and told him some of the story, leaving out the sex part of the agreement.

"Are you gonna keep them pierced?" Ben asked as he looked at them closely.

"Maybe until all my friends see, but I might not leave them in for school."

We told Jason about the twin thing down there and he loved it. "I should have gone. Imagine how wickedly insane it would have been with the three of us together. In the days to come we'd tell him the other details of the story. He would have been pissed if J.P. and I had been castrated, but probably more pissed if he'd been part of that.

Travis, Trevor and James all thought Blake looked really cool, and of course had to check under the loin cloth. The twins giggled when they saw he had his penis painted. Blake of course had to show it off to everyone after that. Once the welcome home began to wind down, Blake took all the boys up to his room and they came back painted up and dressed in the extra loin cloths Blake had brought home. I thought it was really cool that he shared his things with them. Jason and Alex of course had to get pictures, and from the way the twins were giggling, you knew they'd been up to something. It didn't take long for them to show us what, and reveal that they'd painted their penises to match Blake. They ran around whooping more like Indians than tribal warriors, but they were having a lot of fun, and more important, as far as Jason and Alex were concerned, they were burning off energy. I thought it was good that Ben was completely participating with the kids as well. He was a lot more grown up even though he was just short of 16, but today he was a kid again. I didn't say that to Blake considering his new status as a man. All five boys eventually decided that they were sleeping in Blake's room for the night and when we went up to check on them, it was almost picture worthy. The twins had cuddled up on either side of Blake in one bed while Ben and James were asleep in the other. They all still had their paint and loin cloths on. I guess they'd finally worn themselves out.

"Should we wake them to get them ready for bed, or just leave them?" Alex asked as he took several pictures of the group.

"Just leave them. Trust me, this is what it was like in the jungle, except the guys were a lot dirtier, and it was way to hot to cuddle," I suggested. "Plus...come on...how cute is this?"

The guys all agreed and the boys were tucked into bed without disturbing them. We headed downstairs and had a few drinks to unwind and get back to normal. We told stories and J.P. found a great thrill in telling them about me squealing like a chick at the sea monster we'd caught. He insisted it was just the electric eel, which we looked up on Google to show them, but the pictures don't do it justice. It was a lot more vicious looking in real life. You have to have been there. Google let me down on this. We should have the wi-fi taken out!

By the time we were ready to crash out, Colin and I cuddled all night and made out like we did when we first met. It was incredible, and as much as I enjoyed being home, I really loved the adventure we had taken. It was challenging, different, exciting, scary, hot, overwhelming at times, but above all, it showed the real meaning of family where everyone works together to survive. They honoured each other and never seemed to complain, living as if every day mattered. Who could ask for more than that?

End of Chapter.

Blake's now a man. That could make things interesting. Stay tuned to see how that all works out for everyone. I wonder where they should go next? Maybe Salt Lake City. I hear that's challenging for gay guys. Gonna be hard to beat a trip to the Amazon, anytime soon. Comments welcome at outinwest@gmail.com Be sure to visit the back story at `Society on the Side' https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/pridecanadabc/info