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Guys just don’t turn me on. I don’t find naked male bodies arousing and the thought of kissing a male just turns my stomach. But when I was a young teen, I did find the joy of male sex. I had two close friends, Bill and Dan whom I went to school with from grammar school through high school graduation. We went to each other’s birthday parties and slept over at each other’s homes. Bill and I both had double beds so when I spent the night at Bill’s house, or if he or Dan spend the night at my house we slept in the same bed. Bill was a year older than Dan and me and he went through puberty first. Once we all hit puberty we would sometimes take turns sliding under the sheets to pull off the others pajama bottoms and explore their cock, balls and anus. I remember how much bigger Bill seemed, and how his cock would get hard when I was exploring. Bill began the “rubbing” game, where one would rub his dick between the others butt cheeks. I recall the first time he did it with me and I felt his cum between my cheeks when he was done. I also remember the first time I did it to him, as it was the first time I ever came. It didn’t take long before we would give each other hand jobs as well, but we never experimented with oral at that time. One night Bill had already shot one load into my butt crack, then I shot into his, and then he wanted to do be again. I was already hard again (oh, the joys of youth) and I wanted to whack myself while he rubbed his cock between my cheeks, so I got on my knees with my face on the pillow. With his previous cum in my crack, and my excitement I got a jolt from my anus to the tip of my dick whenever his dickhead hit my anus. It must have been a combination of the two of our desires when this lubricated dick went right into my pucker hole. Wow, what a feeling. We both shot off immediately. After that we stopped doing “rubbing” at sleepovers and just did anal sex.

Once we got older and began to imbibe in weed, alcohol and pornography we eventually got into sucking as well. It just seemed a natural progression, as we were all ragingly horny and not good yet with the girls our age. I think the first time we sucked was when we were out camping in the Sierra Nevada. We had our camp set up by a lake that we were skinny dipping in and we were quite high. We were lounging in the sun naked and began a circle jerk and then began making bets on who would last the longest before cuming. It was finally decided that whoever came first would have to suck the other two off. By the end of the camping trip we all became suckers and suckees.

We were all in boy scouts together, were inducted into the Order of the Arrow lodge and made eagle scout rank. Because Bill was older, he was the first among us to be inducted into the Order of the Arrow and became the “chief” of the lodge. After being chosen, you had to carve a wooden arrow, and go through an initiation ceremony wearing a loincloth. The selection occurred at our annual local camporee gathering and the initiates then had to sleep alone under the stars and be silent for a day doing various tasks to prove themselves. Dan and I were inducted along with about 12 others. Our lodge was unique in that it had a select group called ‘blood brothers’ who wore a small carved eagle feather from the buttonhole of their uniform shirt. Bill was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about the blood brothers, but Dan and I (along with one other boy, Grant) were soon chosen by a vote of the blood brothers from amongst those in the entire lodge to join. The initiation would occur at a three-day campout in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

The long weekend arrived and we carpooled with the older boys (no adults were part of this group) until we reached the spot. We carried our backpacks and using teepee poles dragged the teepee to a clearing by a stream to set up. There were fifteen of us in all, 12 brothers and 3 initiates. Bill divided the duties with some setting up the teepee, others gathering wood and making the fire, others setting up the food but specified that all were to be done naked. We all happily complied and thoroughly enjoyed getting it all done while we were strutting our young male virility in the great outdoors. After it was all set up we did a ceremonial cleansing of ourselves in the river before the next part of the ceremony. Body paints were set up and the brothers painted each other, while the three initiates watched and wondered about what was next. Each brother put his hand in red paint and then applied it to another brother, marking him. We knew the story about Native Americans supposedly cutting themselves and mixing their blood with another to become ‘blood brothers’, a strong unbreakable bond. Was the red paint supposed to signify that? We weren’t sure. Then they began to draw symbols and lines on each other in black paint and we three were told to do the same on each others faces.

Once the brothers were totally painted and Grant, Dan and myself had our faces painted Bill and two others began beating hand drums and the dancing started. We all danced with crazy abandon, cocks and balls flopping around (some more than others) for a short but delightful time. Then with only one drum beating we were directed to enter the teepee one-at-a-time with the initiates last. Two brothers bookended the doorway and cleansed each one entering with sage. I was the last initiate to enter and saw that in the center of the teepee a triangular structure had been constructed. It looked like three low fences, like they have in western movies to tie your horse to. Each was about 3 feet long and about 2 1/2 feet off the ground and were set with their ends together forming a triangle. They were firmly tied to posts that had been sunk into the ground, and then a sleeping bag was dr*ped over each on providing some padding. I immediately recognized that my sleeping bag was one of them.

Two brothers walked each of us to stand in front of one side of this structure. Bill then began a solemn presentation about blood-brotherhood, it’s sacred life-long bond to each other, and how rare and special it is. Since we could not share each other’s blood, we would share a fluid just as powerful, intimate and special with each other bonding us for life. Each of the three of us were then turned around to face the inside of the waist-high barrier and a rawhide thong was tied from my right wrist to the left wrist of Dan on my right, while his right wrist was tied to the left wrist of Grant on his right and Grants right wrist was tied to my left wrist. This had each of us bending over the padded “fence” with our asses in the air. I then felt a brother applying lube to my asshole while watching brothers doing the same to Dan and Grant. At that my own cock began to grow. Then the first three brothers put their hands in red paint and placed their hands on our hips and entered us. I was happy that I was used to anal sex and that my first fucker wasn't overly large. He pushed in firmly and then began to fuck me deeply. I could feel him fill my ass, sliding past my prostate going in and out. My own cock was fully erect by this time, not just from the feeling of being fucked, but from watching Dan and Grant get fucked as well. I could tell that Grant was not enjoying it as much as I, but Dan was really getting into it. I finally felt my first blood brother getting larger in me and start to speed up and grunt more. Then I felt this warm rush in my bowels and my cock shot itself right onto my sleeping bag that was cushioning my hips and belly. As he pulled out he said in my ear “I am now your blood brother”, something each of the twelve brothers did before pulling out of my ass. Then I felt another pair of freshly painted hands grab my thighs – providing another set of painted handprints on my waist as a new cock filled my ass. I watched as Dan got a new fucker, but Grant’s first brother was still pumping away. Thankfully it appeared that Grant was starting to enjoy it finally. My second brother had a smaller cock and came quite rapidly, my pleasure was less, but I did feel his come when it released in me. I could feel cum running out of my asshole and down the inside of my thighs. As each brother finished with an initiate, they would wash themselves (hands and cock) and then wait in line again. The third brother had a nice sized cock and balls and it felt so good to be properly filled and having my prostate rubbed just right. I could also feel his large ball sack swing forward and hit my balls when he started to fuck me. I was really enjoying it and watching my friends getting fucked at the same time and then I felt the third brother swell and go into convulsion-like spasms as he unloaded a huge amount of cum in me.

By the time the twelfth guy became my blood brother I had three orgasms of my own, and my cum was dripping off my sleeping bag while I had their cum running down both of my thighs. The entire teepee smelled like sex. After all of the twelve brothers had unloaded their cum in our asses we were untied but told to stay at our posts for the next part of this initiation. Dan and I were then led to where Grant stood leaning on his post. We could see his puckered asshole and the cum running from it. It looked like his cock was still hard and he had sweat running down his back. Dan was instructed to put his hands in the paint bucket, and once he had paint on his hands to fuck Grant. By that time another brother had slid inside the triangle and held Grants hands while looking directly in his face. I watched now as Dan slid his long, thin cock in and out of Grants ass. I think Dan had already cum as I had and it took him longer than normal to shoot his load. Then it was my turn to fuck Grant’s ass and I went at it with gusto, delivering yet another load into his butt. The feeling of being in a tight ass after being so sexually charged was exquisite. I really thought I would last longer than I did, but Grant’s ass proved to be quite sweet. Then Grant and I fucked Dan, and finally Dan and Grant delivered the last two loads into my ass. The three of us were saged again and then taken by the brothers to the river where each of us were gently washed by four brothers. Over the next two days Grant, Dan and I got to become blood brothers of each of the original twelve by putting our painted hands on their hips and loading their asses with our cum. Three brothers would be bound together over the fucking fence and Grant, Dan and myself would be first in line to fuck them. Then any of their existing blood brothers could fuck them as well. I don’t think I saw anyone not participate. Once each group of three bothers were done being ass fucked four of us would walk them to the river and do a ceremonial cleansing for them. We began to joke that our “indian names” were the same: AssRunningCum.

I have lost track of most of the blood brothers, but Dan, Bill and I are still the closest of friends along with our wives and children. It has been many, many years since we have swapped semen, because now we have loving women who have been fulfilling our sexual needs. Although my wife does have a nice collection of strap-ons.

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