I was lucky as a boy, to be exposed to the YMCA and the summer camping program they had at Camp Tonkawaz. I started as a ten year old, naïve as a newborn, sent off to sleep-away camp for two weeks, alone and without any friends from home. Within the first week, I had found my new home away from home. I was a natural camper and loved every minute of every day. By the time I reached the age of 18, I was spending all of the 4, two week sessions at camp. Eight weeks away from my alcoholic parents and safe with my best friends. My best year was next, however, and one that I will never forget. I had turned 19 in February and was beginning to sport a few pubes. I soon learned how to jack off, with help and instruction from my older brother, who was somehow very interested in showing me “first hand”, with his hand, how to do it. School was out on Memorial day, and camp started in two weeks. It was the longest two weeks of my life.

We arrived on the most perfect summer day ever. I was just about ecstatic to now be considered a “senior” camper, with all the privileges and responsibilities of finally becoming part of the “senior camp” (16 to 19 year olds) . I knew it was going to be a special summer for me. It would take all summer to find out, however.

Early on, maybe on the second day, I had been approached by one of the top campers, Vick, a lean, mean, 18 year old, blonde haired Adonis, and one of the most popular boys in camp. A born leader. He said to me, “Marty, you do know what the Indian Guides are, right?” “Yeah, sort of Vick” I said, “ I know that they are responsible for managing all the camp ceremonies, giving out camp awards and such, besides that, I don’t know much else” I was lying through my teeth of course. I knew exactly who these boys were, and how special they were to camp. To be invited into the inner circle of the camp was a privilege and honor only bestowed on a very few. “Well” he said back abruptly, “you may get the call for duty sometime this summer, if you’re worthy of such an honor. Be on your best all the time”. And he turned and walked away. I decided that this was the summer of all out effort now. I HAD to make this team and would stop at nothing to be the best camper in the group. And, needless to say, I had a great summer.

I played my hardest, lead my cabin to win awards for clean-up, wrote and directed the cabin skit in the annual talent night, yadda, yadda. I was also very good at the “circle jerk” parties we had when our counselor was out for the night. After lights out were out for some time, we would get up with our flashlights and chalk some lines on the floor. We would stand in circle and jerk off to see who could shoot a wad the farthest. I did not always win, but I was a serious contender to say the least. Anyway, after 7 weeks camp was about to be over, and the “guides” still had not contacted me.

On the Monday dinner of the last week, I found a note under my plate. “for your eyes only” it read on the outside. I put it in my pocket and after dinner went away from the group to read it. I could barely contain my anxiety as I opened the note with shaking hands. “Be at the old Chapel on the hill at Midnight. Wear only a jock strap and your sneakers” This was it, the day I had been waiting for. My initiation into the Indian Guides of Camp Tonkawaz. I tossed and turned after lights out at 9pm, Three hours to go. At 11:30, I made my move. I was already prepared, having slipped on my jock strap and tennis shoes while still in bed. I crept along the floor and slowly opened the screen door. It was a new moon and therefore totally dark outside. I made my way up to the path that led up the hill to the old chapel. With a small flashlight, I started up the trail. It was about half a mile strait up this hill and by the time I reached the top, I was quite winded. I sat down for a moment and looked up at the night sky. You could see all the stars it was so dark out there.

And then, it was really dark. All of a sudden, someone put a burlap bag over my head, and two sets of very strong arms picked me up and started walking me. I could not resist. I could not see anything. We walked very fast for a very long time. I estimated at least half a mile. Suddenly, I heard the faint noise of distant drums. They grew louder with every step forward. Then, I could see a faint light through the bag, a huge campfire, and the drums grew louder. All of a sudden we stopped. The drumming stopped. There was total silence. I stood there in the grasp of two very strong guys, shaking in the damp night air, with only a jock strap and sneakers on. What was going to happen? I was beginning to get a little worried now that I may have made the wrong decision.
Then I heard a low voice. “remove the hood and begin the ceremony” The drums started again. The bag was taken off my head and when I could see clearly, I was totally blown away. There were about ten or twelve of the senior campers, dressed to the hilt in Indian outfits all dancing and whooping around a huge bonfire. They wore only leather loin clothes and moccasins. They were painted up with war paint and wore various colored feathers in their hair. I recognized most of the guys, however, and knew now why they had it so good at the camp. This was the elite group of campers and I was about to join them. The drums stopped again. One of the boys shouted out. “all bow for Big Chief Tonkawaz” and at that, all dropped to their knees, me being pulled down to the ground, and all eyes fell downwards. “Look upon your Chief” a low voice commanded.

When I looked up, I couldn’t believe it. It was good old “Uncle” Morty, the camp nurse for forever. “Pick up the useless scumbag and bring him to me” he shouted. The two indian braves jerked me up and literally dragged me over to the Chief. “So, you want to be and Indian Guide, do you, little Marty? Speak up and tell us why!” I started to say something I had made up on the spot, when the Chief said. “no matter, let the initiation begin. The two braves jerked me back and led be back to the other side of the fire.

There was a large tree with two ropes hanging down. First, my hands were tied behind my back, then the ropes were slung under my armpits and tied above my shoulders. My arms were then tied down to the sides of my abdomen. “This is the endurance to pain test, Marty. Cry out if you cannot take the pain and we will stop. You will fail, but we will not hurt you” the chief said. I nodded in approval. Two of the boys then began to hoist the rope. It tightened in my armpits and began to pull me off the ground. Tbe pain was excruciating, but I bit my lip. They picked my up till my toes were barley touching the ground. Ouch, Ow and double that, I thought, I can’t take this. And just then, they began to whip me with willow branches. All over my naked chest, back, legs, arms and ankles. They removed my shoes and whipped my feet. I began to cry out in agony. “Do you want to stop, Marty” the chief inquired? “No…..no sir”, I choked up.

They continued the hazing with fervor. I was about to say I give up, when it stopped.
“Cut him down boys and prepare him for the gantlet” the chief commanded. What was next. my head was swimming.
In an instant the ropes were cut and I was laying on the ground. Two of the boys then picked me up and walked me around the fire a couple of times. The Chief said, “get his legs back on him, he’ll need those next”. What WAS next, I was beginning to get really nervous now. The boys then lined up in a long row, about 20 of them, facing each other with a small path in the middle. They each had a long wooden paddle, each painted with individual markings. The Chief spoke again, “Marty, the next test is the ‘Gauntlet’. You must pass all the way thru to the end, walking not running or you will have to do it again, in order to proceed to the final test of manhood”. The boys were all whooping it up now, swinging their paddles in the air and yelling at me to ‘come on thru’. I gulped, held my breath for a few seconds, and started. Immediately, the boys began paddling my ass, as many times as possible before I passed by each of them. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!

the sound of wood spanking bare flesh reverberated around the campfire. My legs were getting wobbly and I hesitated for a moment, but I knew if I fell down, they would not stop spanking till I got back up. By the time I got to the end of the line, my ass was on fire, red as a beet, I fell down to my knees and began to whimper. The Chief walked over and put his hand on my shoulder, “C’mon now Marty, you’re almost there, no time to cry like Squaw” He wiped the tear off my cheek. “Now son, if you wish, we will go to the final test.” I looked up thru hazy eyes and replied, “yes sir, I am now ready”.
The Chief then said, “Running Fox, help this young brave over to the sweat lodge and prepare him. A big, fierce looking boy came over and helped me get up. Oh my gosh, it was Vick. I could see his face now in the campfire light, even though it was decorated with multi colored war paint. “Come now, Marty,” he said softly, “just one more test”. He led me over to a teepee that was off by itself on the edge of the area.

“This is our Sweat Lodge and you must now be purified” With that, he reached down and grabbed my jock strap and pulled it down to my ankles, “go inside and meditate”. I tried to cover my cock and balls with my hands the best I could, “We are all men here, Marty, don’t be afraid to show your manhood.” Vick said.

Naked and without hesitation, I went into the tent. It was very hot and I began to sweat profusely. A voice in the dark said, “sit down, young brave and close your eyes. You will now be purified and be ready for manhood to begin.” It was the Chief again. I could not see him, but I imagined that he was also naked. The heat and steam were intense. I had fantasized about man cocks for some time now. I wanted to see one. I was wishing and praying and hoping that my own, tiny pecker, would sometime soon sprout into a full size man dick, and I wanted to see the real thing. I knew the chief was nude, I knew it, and I so wanted to see his cock now. The steam began to subside a bit as the rock cooled off. In the faint glow of light coming in from the full moon thru the top of the teepee, I could just make out a silhouette in the darkness. “Come over here and sit with me, Marty, while I contemplate a new name for you, a proper indian name. I had made it, I thought, this was it, The prestigious Indian Guides at last. I walked across the teepee and felt a hand reach up and take mine, “sit here next to me”

“Do you have any questions about becoming a man, Marty, I can answer almost anything you are curious about” He touched my thigh. I felt myself starting to stiffen up a bit by the touch of his hand. I thought for a moment, carefully what to say. “well sir, I hope you won’t think I weird or something, but I have really been wanting to see your cock, just to compare mine to it, to see what mine may look like someday, nothing weird, I promise. There was a long silence and the steam dissipated out of the teepee. I could see him dimly in the shaft of moonlight coming from above. “Nothing to be ashamed of, son” he quietly spoke. “ I don’t know if you can see my manhood in this light, would you like to touch it instead?” I did not hesitate, yes I wanted to touch it. I said softly, “yes, yes please, sir” He took my hand in his, and guided it between his legs. I touched his cock and felt all around the shaft. It was not as large as I thought it would be.

Small,
I thought for a man cock. And then it started to get bigger. “Marty, it is okay, this is ok, don’t be worried, you are normal. This is what happens when a man cock gets stimulated, don’t you ever play with yours, have you not learned how to please yourself?”
“Oh yes sir,” I blurted out without thinking, “I beat off all the time, and we play circle jerk back at the cabin” Busted now, wow, he knows I am some sort of pervert, I thought.
“Marty, there is nothing wrong with that experimentation, it is normal for boys to do that.
Has any of the boys ever put your manhood into his mouth?” “Oh, no sir” I replied. There was a long pause. “Do you want to find out what it’s like” he said softly. Silence again. I waited a long time before I spoke. “I don’t know, is it really OK?”

He said, “stand up young brave” I did so and he encircled my feet with his thighs, sitting up so that my young cock was about at his face level. I could feel his cock on my ankle, and it was beginning to stiffen up rapidly. He reached up and began to fondle my cock and ball sack. I winced, but stood back up straight. I began to get a hard-on like no other I had ever had. When I was fully erect I felt his lips on the tip, then mouth as it totally engulfed my raging stiffy. “Oh” I gasped, “oh my gosh” The Chief was sucking my rod from tip to base, slowly letting it slide in and out of his mouth. His hands reached around and I could feel him parting my ass cheeks. I was in a state of pure bliss and I did not notice at first, as he began to slide a finger into my asshole. “Ow” I said, “that hurts”

He took my cock out of his mouth and licked his finger” “Marty, trust me, you will enjoy this, just relax” He went back down on my rock hard dick and simultaneously began to stick his index finger up my hole. He sucked harder on my dick and slowly worked his finger all the way in. Then, he touched a place inside my asshole and I thought I was gonna shoot off right in his mouth. “Oh yes Marty, there is a special place men have in their asses, a special spot, can you feel it?” Could I feel it, wow could I feel it. He worked his finger all around touching the magic spot, then, I felt a second finger enter my asshole. It was too much. I shot my load right into his mouth with the most body shuddering orgasm of my life. My whole body had erupted in ecstasy.

He sucked me dry and without a word, pulled off. He laid me down on my back on the blanket and raised my legs above my chest. He parted my ass cheeks and began to lick my asshole. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe one guy could do this to another. I could feel something warm being spit up my hole, then realized it was my own cum, he had been holding in his mouth. He bent me backwards and I could feel the tip of his cock on the outside of my tiny rosebud. “Relax Marty, if you enjoyed the first ejaculation, you will like this one even more”, and he began to push his dick in.

This time it really hurt and I cried out to him. His big hand just covered my mouth and he said quietly, “relax your hole, Marty, relax and it will be ok.” I gritted my teeth and held on. He slowly pushed all the way in, and slowly the pain began to subside. He lay there for a minute not moving, letting his cock swell in my hole. Then he began slowly pumping in and out. He took my little dick in his hand and began masturbating me.

I was rock hard in an instant. Geez, this was unbelievable. He fucked my ass in this position for a long time and I was beginning to get that spurting feeling, when, he suddenly pulled out. I started to say ‘don’t quit now’, when he sat up pulled me down to his lap, impaling my asshole on his man cock. He lifted me up and down on his rod, pumping my ass faster and faster. Leaning over, he was able to get my dick into his mouth and began sucking. This was unbelievable, the incredible sensations of being fucked and sucked at the same time. It was not long before my ‘sap’ started to rise again, and just as I let out a low howl of intense ejaculation, he squirmed and moaned and shot his load up my ass, both of us cumming in a body shaking orgasm. He laid down and pulled out of my ass, cuddling me tight against his hariy body. “You are now a full man, Martin, and a member of the inner circle”. I fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning I awoke to the dawns early light, outside lying on the ground.

Everyone and everything was gone. I was still naked. My asshole still ached in pleasure from the night before. I found some clothes left behind on a tree stump and a note attached. It read. “Congratulations Martin, you will now be known to the inner circle of Indian Guides as ‘swift Raven’ with all the privileges that are granted. Please make your way back to camp and be at breakfast on time. After cabin clean-up, please report to the infirmary so that the nurse may give you a check-up” signed, “Running Fox”
My cock began to get hard again………