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This person has sent me via email seven "true experiences" he wanted me
to share by posting this anonymously.
I only hope he will be sending more for me to post



WARNING:  This is gay sex and involves Men and Boys in a very
diffferent culture.

If this offends (or bores) you, I suggest you skip to the next story, if
you can still find any in this newsgroup


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   In the South Pacific@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


This is an attempt to sum up part of my stay in Asia and the South Pacific
during the past few years. The names have been changed to protect my
friends, but apart from that, this is fact, not fiction.

PART 1

My first posting was to an Asian country, and I must have been there about
a year before things started to go my way. It had taken me a long time to
settle into a new culture, new language and different climate.

I was on a weekend break in the mountains, and during my first day there,
I had been making acquaintances with some of the local people, including
one of the young drivers named Joe, who had driven a few of us up to the
resort.  Joe was particularly handsome, dark, well-built and a large
smile.

It was pleasantly cool so high up in the mountains, and before hitting the
sack for the night, I thought it would be nice to go for a walk, which is
perfectly safe in these parts, and Joe asked if he could come with me.  As
is the custom in these parts of the world, men walk hand in hand, and as
this guy was particularly good-looking and very friendly, I didn't mind in
the least.  Up to this point, I had not entertained the idea of sex with
another guy, and I knew that the girls were definitely off-limits.

Well, we walked about a kilometre, up to the edge of a forest, chatting
about all sorts of things, and still hand-in-hand, which I enjoyed and
thinking that this was going to be the peak of my night's entertainment.

I said it was about time to turn back, as I was feeling a bit horny in the
company of Joe, and not believing that there was anything at all I could
do about it.  However, to my pleasant surprise, his hand gripped mine
tightly, and he said he wasn't in any hurry.

He then took my hand on rested it on his cock, which was standing up very
hard and firm under his jeans, and in spite of language difficulties, this
seemed a fairly international way of indicating something or the other.

At this stage, neither of us had any idea of the interests of each other,
so I was being tested out for my reactions.  When I didn't draw back in
panic, and in fact did a bit of welcoming squeezing, he reached over and
started massaging my cock, which was also doing its share of standing
erect.

When Joe suggested that we leave the road and head into a neat little
reserve off to the side, my head was spinning, wondering whether my luck
had changed for the better after all this time.  The moon was coming out
behind the clouds a bit, and although there was no electric lighting at
all, the tropical moon lit things up enough, and I could see Joe was quite
anxious to get his jeans down around his knees, followed by his shorts and
was soon hurrying me and helping me to do the same.

It was an incredible experience, both of us standing in the warm tropic
air, both our rods firmly standing up, and Joe starting to fondle me,
massaging my penis and my balls and then he got down on his knees and
started licking my cock, and then firmly clenched his lips over it and
started moving his tongue around.  He was very excited, firmly holding my
butt and then he started sucking faster and faster while I experienced for
the first time being sucked off, something which I found pretty amazing.
In no time at all, I exploded, shooting my cum onto the grass.  I had
hardly got my breath back, when Joe stood up and made it very obvious that
I was expected to return the favour, which I was happy to do.  He was just
as randy as I had been, and he also didn't last long before his load
joined mine on the grass.

It was a pleasant walk back to the lodge, again hand in hand, especially
with the thought of a few more nights still to go.  We had a few more
evening strolls before the mini-vacation was over, all equally enjoyable.

A few months later, after we had been seeing one another on odd occasions
at a local bar, he again asked me to come out with him, but this time he
had a little haven in the forest which he wanted me to see. He was so
randy that he wanted to try something in the car, but I managed to keep
him down until we reached our destination.  It was quite dark in his leafy
den, as the sun had set and there were no lights to be seen.

However, I didn't need lights to know that he had dropped all his clothes,
and was fondling me in a very pleasant fashion, gently massaging my balls
and running his hand up and down my cock and then around my buns, with his
finger feeling to see how tight I was.  He had been saving something for
me all week, and he wanted me to have it.

He started undoing my belt and zip and asked me to also drop all my
clothes, and to get down onto my knees.  It was obvious what he wanted me
to do, but this was also a new experience for me, and I was wondering what
it would be like to have a firm hard cock working its way up me.

Unfortunately Joe's armament, although a pleasant handful and quite
something to get one's tongue around, wasn't so big that I found this a
problem, and after a bit of KY had been applied to make things go easier,
he carefully worked his way into me and started thrusting. As he was
obviously in quite a hurry, neither of us lasted long at all.

His thrusting started nice and slowly, but before long he was really
working hard, and with one huge sigh, he pumped me full of his cum and
then practically collapsed on top of me. The thought crossed my mind that
this must be what many women experience.  My only worry at the time was
not of being discovered, but how much longer the mosquitoes were going to
keep feasting on my rear end.

With Joe's cock still inside me, and both my hands keeping myself from
collapsing into the dirt, I was feeling anxious about the state of my
cock, which felt as if it was going to burst.  For the first time in many
a long day, I sprayed the ground with my cum, with not a finger laid on
me.

Joe had a few friends interested in variations of this hobby, and my last
six months in his country were very pleasant ones in the evening.  Due to
an ever-alert land-lady, it was not possible to bring visitors home, so
the Land Cruiser became an activities centre some evenings.

Joe's friends included two teenagers who didn't seem more than 15 or 16,
but they were certainly well stacked.  None of the giant 10 inches or
anything like that:  just normal cocks which became rock hard with the
slightest help, and who liked to enjoy a bit of playing around instead of
the boring hand work most teenagers are condemned to.  One of the lads
liked to have a dollar or two to help him with his studies, and he always
managed to turn up with a new friend, equally enthusiastic to try the
evening's delights.

On one occasion, three of us were participating in a little bit of hand
and tongue work, and I had my head down enjoying the company of my
passenger, when I became aware that a police car had stopped and the
driver heading my way.

He had arrived so quietly that it was pointless trying to give too many
explanations as to why my jeans and shorts were half off and my 'little
brother' was standing rigidly to attention.  I hadn't had time to pack
anything away back into my shorts, but if he noticed anything out of the
ordinary, he didn't say so.  He was very polite, and enquired what might
we be doing, parked on a lonely road a long ways from anywhere. Due to
language problems, I couldn't explain much, but my friend frankly told the
police officer what we were doing, and satisfied that we were not up to
any political chicanery, he drove off, leaving me somewhat subdued, and a
bit wary about using the wagon for any future recreational pursuits. He
had noted that we stopped at one particular quiet place on Friday
evenings, and had satisfied his own curiosity as to that we were up to.

In this particular country, sexual play between young men seems to be
quite common, and is called "tension relief".  They don't appear to look
on these activities as strictly homosexual, but purely a pleasant way of
relieving sexual stress, and many of them go on to lead happy married
lives with their wives.  There are some public parks which serve as
meeting places between the guys, and they go off for a bit of quiet
activity between themselves, as dating and taking single girls out is just
not permitted.  It is not difficult to meet some very nice people, who
want nothing more than a decent meal and the pleasure of your company for
the evening, and maybe a few bucks, but they're certainly not pros.  I
know a few acquaintances were at University.

I was visiting one of the larger cities on business, and having nothing
better to do in the evening, went walking and ended up in a local park,
not knowing that this was a favourite meeting place for young men.  I was
soon the centre of attraction and ended up being in the middle of a group
of very handsome teenagers, all asking me what I did, where was I from and
so on.

A few drifted away, and before long, there were just two guys and myself,
whom I invited over to my room for a drink.  We got talking, and one thing
led to another, and I was asked if I would be offended if they stayed the
night.

I assured them that I would be more than happy for them to join me, but
regretted that there was only the one large double bed, and we would have
to share that, which didn't seem to trouble them much at all.

They had soon showered, and after a bit of tv watching, we had just
climbed into the double bed, when one of the guys asked me if I would like
a massage which he had learned from a Swiss friend.  Of course I was happy
to oblige, and he got out of bed, took off the bedcovers, and started
sucking my toes.

Well, this was just the start.  He sucked each toe on one foot, then
started on the next foot.  I found it amazingly erotic.  My rod was pretty
stiff and hard by now, but my friend just worked his way up my legs with
his tongue and lips, while I wondered how far he would go in his
explorations.

I needn't have worried:  he gave my cock some tantalising kisses, sucked
each ball gently, and then kept working his way up my navel, to each
nipple, and then my lips.  By this time I was ready to burst, and the
other friend had been gently massaging my cock, making sure that I kept
standing up.

Then the Swiss expert came back down to my rod, and gently started sucking
me.  I was sweating profusely by now, in spite of the air conditioning,
and I was wet all over.  He didn't have to keep sucking for long, and my
perspiration was soon joined by a pool of cum over my chest and navel as I
couldn't hold back any longer.

This type of activity was very new to me, and I was only able to manage
some fairly routine massaging until they came.  They must have realised
that I was exhausted by this time, and we soon curled up together, and
spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms.




PART II

The first six months in my next posting were pretty quiet.  An occasional
visitor, no-one staying overnight or weekends, and just reading and
watching lots of TV via satellite.  Most of the folk from European
countries had their own families, and weren't too interested in being
sociable to someone living on their own.

Again, I was conscious of not offending local customs, and although there
were plenty of quite handsome people about, I just had to keep to myself.

On one occasion, our walking club had booked a series of cabins for a
group of us, and kindly put a pretty lady (previously married) into my
cabin for the night.  To my regret, I kept remembering stories of what
local men did to anyone who interfered with their women, and I stayed put
in my bunk, possibly to the disgust of the lady concerned.

I'm not the pushy kind, and I let always let fate take a big hand in what
might happen.  In other words, I don't go out looking for one night stands
or any other kind of stand.

Things began to change for the better, starting with a surprise visit from
Peter, one of the local young men, whom I had met recently, and was living
with a European nearby.  I had no idea why he thought I might like to see
him, but I guess I was pretty naive.  I asked him to stay for a meal,
which he was happy to do, and during that meal, I became aware that his
foot was resting on mine (no-one wears shoes indoors in that climate).
This was obviously a test, to see what my reaction would be, and I was
able to put his mind at rest by rubbing his leg just to let him know that
I appreciated any interest at all.

Well, Peter was not backward in coming forward, and after six months of
living a very monastic life, I was very happy to find a kindred spirit
gently rubbing my thighs, and testing me out to see if I was going to
protest if his hand ventured further.  When his hand reached my very firm
cock, I reached over and pushed his hand hard with mine, putting more
pressure on my erect penis, and giving a few thrusts for good measure.

I reached over to feel what was creating the bulge in his training shorts,
and was pleasantly surprised to feel his rod also trying to get out.

We gave each other a few gentle rubs, and when I didn't think I was going
to last very long, Peter asked me to come into the bathroom with him, as
he wanted some help in having a shower.  I was more than happy to help him
lather up and to massage some parts much more than others.  I had never
seen a cock on any of the guys from this part of the world before, and I
was quite impressed with the size. Not so long, but quite a tree trunk in
girth, and I must admit that since then, I have grown to like the black
bananas as they are often referred to.  Almost no one is circumcised,
which is quite the opposite to the Islamic countries in the region.

The massaging become very vigorous, and there was a good deal of warm
water and lather moving around, when Peter turned me around and started
pushing towards my rear end.

Now this kind of sex was quite new to me, apart from one experience a few
years previously, and having had another look at the sizeable weapon that
he was suggesting he wanted to get inside me, I politely declined.  Peter
wasn't too upset about this, and we contended ourselves with some pleasant
sucking and then jerking each other off.  I had at last made contact with
someone else who interests were similar to mine.

These guys seem to mature body-wise early in life, and beards and other
body hair are very evident in early teens.  At the village swimming holes
(for men only), some of the young men seemed exceptionally well-hung, and
I assumed they must be approaching their twenties.  I was told this was
not the case, and some were still in junior high school.  This may well be
the case in other societies, but these sorts of observations are not
normally made in the community swimming pool back in western suburbia.

Anyway, to get back to the story...  Soon after my first encounter with
Peter, he invited me to a 21st birthday party, which was an all-male
affair, and I was a little surprised at the wide range of people and races
present.  The party itself was a quiet and well behaved evening, but I did
meet someone whom I wanted to see again sometime, the same age as the
birthday boy, but as usual, I was a bit too shy to make any approaches.

Much to my surprise, Max turned up at my house a few nights later, and we
sat and talked about life in the city he came from, and about some of the
things that went on at his high school where he had been boarding a few
years previously.  I think he was testing me out, wanting to see what my
reaction would be when he told me that at night, some of the guys actually
went into bed with some of the other male students, and that on one
occasion, someone had visited him for a bit of "playing".

It was interesting to hear what teenagers from another country do for
evening recreation, and when I didn't react with shock or indignation, and
suggested that would have been rather nice, Max was beginning to get the
idea that I wouldn't mind a similar activity with him.

In fact, my cock was already standing up, and although I was sitting down,
it was pushing against my trunks, and I knew that Max had been glancing
down at my bulge.  He was constantly adjusting something bulging inside
his own trunks, and it appeared to be a nice size.

Max came from a big city, and appeared to be a little more used to such
encounters than I, and shy little me, who had been afraid to suggest
anything in case he became offended, responded with alacrity when he asked
if he could stay the night, rather than risk going home at such a late
hour.

I made all the usual polite noises, like showing him the bathroom,
offering him a towel so that he could shower, and of course, offered him
the spare bed.  I was more than pleased when he also asked if I would like
to join him in the shower. He had a beautiful light brown skin, and with
the soap and water glistening off his back, and his cock standing proudly
to attention, this really excited me. I was very polite, and only scrubbed
his back when he asked me to, but at the same time took the opportunity to
be polite and shake hands with his erect friend, and he did the same to
me, massaging me with the soap and water we had running off our bodies.

I was worried that I would lose all my life juices before I had left the
bathroom, and I was keen to save this up for any future developments.

I was very pleased when Max rejected my invitation to use the spare bed,
and he happily joined me on my large double bed.  Again, this field of
exploration was rather new to me, but it gave me a huge thrill to cuddle
up into the arms of such a handsome guy, his brown skin and my white skin
all tangled up together.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, our hot cocks were pushing
into each other's navels, and we started feeling around and gently
massaging each other.  I wasn't ready to explore anal sex after some years
of abstinence, so we went down on each other, sucking, massaging, and
finally, out with the KY and some frenzied stroking, before my cum shot
out over his navel, closely followed by his, most of which seemed to miss
me and end up on the floor.

We followed each other back down to the shower, where we cleaned up, and
then came back into bed, curled in each other's arms for the rest of the
night.


PART 3

It is quite normal in Asian and South Pacific communities for people to
sleep together, rather than alone.  My first experience of this was one
weekend, when I was running a course for new staff.  All the guys were
sleeping on the floor and on lounge chairs in the house we had rented up
in the mountains for the weekend, and I was enjoying the luxury of being
cool enough to want to have a sheet over me.

I was just settling down and reading a book, when one of the guys knocked
on the door and asked if he could come in to say goodnight.  When he saw
me reading in bed and alone, he was horrified.  Apparently it is bad luck
to sleep by yourself, and anything could happen if you experienced a
nightmare and woke up alone.

He rushed upstairs, and a few seconds later, about three of the guys
appeared clutching pillows and pyjamas, and clambered into the large bed
with me.  The evening was fairly quiet and we all slept well with no funny
business, although it was rather obvious that someone didn't mind proving
how big he could get, judging by what was pushing into the small of my
back most of the night.

On the second night of the course, this same guy insisted on sleeping next
to me again, and when he again started pushing something large and hard
against my back, I took the hint and started rubbing him, although he
still had his jeans on.

After a few minutes of handwork, I could feel him fumbling about behind
me, and then it was clear that he had undone his belt and zipper and was
now making much closer contact than before.

I reached down and could feel the heat of his cock through his shorts, and
also the considerable size.  I had two or three guys sleeping on the other
side of me, so it was almost impossible to turn over without waking
everyone, so I was doing all this by reaching behind my back.

After stroking him as best I could for a short while, there was a bit more
fumbling, and then he thrust his hard and very hot penis into my hand.
This was more like it, so I started moving faster, again without wanting
to wake everyone else.

His movements were becoming more and more urgent, when he suddenly leaped
off the bed, and headed into the bathroom at great speed, waking everyone
in the process.  Within half a minute, he had finished off the work in
hand, flushed the toilet loudly, and collapsed back into bed, telling
everyone who was awake what he had had to do, in order that the bed was
not messed up.  No-one seemed unduly surprised, and after a few grunts and
snorts, we all curled up around each other again and settled down for a
bit of sleep.

*************************

Fate again took a hand one day, and ended up in a much longer friendship.
Often after work, some of us would head into town to use the hotel
swimming pool, which the management didn't seem to object to as long as we
continued to buy a few beers. On this particular afternoon, other users of
the pool included a local family splashing about, and a couple of boys in
their mid-teens who had come with them.  I got talking to these guys, one
of whom was quite friendly and obviously liked to have a chat.  We enjoyed
diving and swimming around each other like a group of otters, and
occasionally letting our hands slip as we went close to each other, but
nothing more than to make things seem entirely accidental.

As it was rapidly getting dark, as happens in the tropics, I was preparing
for one last swim, when it was suggested we race to the end of the pool,
where it was somewhat in the shade of the trees.

We had a good sprint down to the shady end, and while I was regaining my
breath, it became obvious that one of my new friends, paddling his hands
to remain afloat, kept flicking past my swimming trunks, and causing my
cock to rise, but it could have been an accident...

I let my own hands stray a bit, and it was apparent from my casual, and of
course "accidental" brushing, that hereally had a good hard on too, and he
knew by now that I was in the same condition.

There was nothing more to be done, with darkness approaching, and his
family at the other end of the pool.  I thought that was going to be the
end of that, as I said goodbye to parents and relatives, and of course my
two new friends, and I negatively thought that my pleasant encounter with
two handsome young guys would just end in frustration.

After I had changed and was headed for the car, my recently found friend
asked for my name and phone number, and gave me his, already written out.
Again, good ol' negative me thought that this was the usual custom of
asking for addresses, and nothing more happening.

However, I was wrong.  I had only been home an hour or so, when the phone
rang, with my new friend, whose name was Ron, on the other end.  This
became a regular routine over the weeks, just chatting and talking about
life in the tropics, until one night he asked me if I was going to invite
him and his cousin around for a meal sometime.

An invitation was soon issued, and a few weeks later the two cousins had
joined me where we had a pleasant meal and yet more tv watching (thank
goodness for satellite receivers in developing countries).  Again, I
apologised that I only had one spare bed, but I offered to make up some
cushions on the floor underneath the ever-running ceiling fan for one of
them, and folded back the spare bed sheets for the other. To my pleasant
surprise, Ron told me that they both preferred to sleep next to me.  This
was certainly going to be a squeeze, as I'm no slim chicken, and these
guys were also pretty solid, but if we all lay on our backs, or all turned
over together, we managed to stay on the bed without hitting the deck.

Cousin number one on my left was soon asleep, and it was obvious that he
used a bed for nothing more than sleeping in.  Ron however wanted to chat
for a while, and again, I thought it best not to be too hasty in my newly
acquired interests, in case things in the pool really were accidental.

Well, I needn't have worried.  The light hadn't been switched off for two
seconds, when a hand descended firmly on my reproduction works, and stayed
there, with my cock rapidly increasing in size.  Definitely no accident
this time I thought, so I did the polite thing and put my hand where I
thought it would be most appreciated.  Judging from the very hard and hot
cock under my hand, this was no accidental happening, and my move appeared
to be well appreciated, as he rolled towards me and gave me one of the
longest tongue kisses I had ever had the good fortune to experience.

During this very pleasant interlude, Ron's hand had started to work its
way under my PJs, and was making interesting explorations, around my
balls, squeezing my cock and then gently massaging.

I was sure that Ron was a virgin, yet here he was, feeling me, massaging
me and kissing me as though he had been practicing for years, and from his
really loud moans, he was enjoying this as much as I was.

I never last long under such conditions, and I could feel the tension
rapidly building up inside me and while cousin 1 was peacefully sleeping
on my left, and Ron just kept writhing and moaning while I could hardly
believe what was happening. I always produce huge amounts of cum when
excited like this, and tonight was no exception and I was rapidly groping
for the Kleenex to avoid flooding the area.  Ron was obviously enjoying me
working on him, and from the increasing thrusting movements under my hand,
he was ready to fire his ammunition.

His balls were so tight I thought they would disappear up him, and as his
movements were becoming more and more excited, I offered him a handful of
Kleenex, which he declined.  In the faint tropical light, I could see that
he had already unloaded everything all over his abdomen and his dark
chest, with his life juices mixing in his honey coloured chest hair.

I'm sure this was a first time for this guy, and the two of us, slightly
out of breath and absolutely "spent", soon joined the other cousin in
blissful sleep, with Ron's back to me, and me fitting in behind him like
two peas in a pod.

We enjoyed a few pleasant evenings together over the next two years, and
had some interesting talks, and tried many different positions.  I was not
wishing to push my older years and possibly more experience onto Ron, and
we never did anything that he didn't suggest.

In a country where any sort of "girlie" magazine or video tape is banned,
where does a young guy learn anything?  There were many questions to be
answered, and I'm certain that banning informative magazines and just
ordinary sexy magazines does more harm than good.  However, even with this
lack of educational material, I was quite surprised at some of the things
which Ron wanted to try.  For instance, he would ask me to sit on the side
of the bed with my eyes closed, then the next thing I knew was that he was
guiding his rigid cock into my mouth and then asking me to move faster and
faster.  It was a learning experience for both of us.

His favourite occupation was to gently start sucking my rod, and then
biting very gently when he knew I was about to cum.  This sounds painful,
but it wasn't and it was certainly a turn-on for me.

Regrettably, these friendly cousins were not able to visit very often, but
when they did, the routine was nearly always the same.  Eventually one of
the cousins was transferred, and the two of us were able to explore a few
new ways of show our affection for each other without the risk of waking a
sleeping partner.

PART 4

It was interesting to note that amongst my new-found friends, there was
one particularly annoying habit.  As mentioned, I never last long if
someone is running his tongue or fingers over my more sensitive parts, no
doubt due to a pure WASP upbringing, where practically all these
experiences were completely new to me.  However, on the odd occasion where
my guest would fire his weapon before me, it was a case of "turn over and
let's get some sleep", leaving me to finish off whatever might have been
started.

Very few of these guys were planning a life of bachelorhood, and were
happy to take any kind of sex offering until they had a more permanent
partner.  When I commented on this habit of satisfying only themselves,
and asking my friend how would he cope when he was married and had a
partner to keep happy, his response was "that's going to be her problem,
not mine".

Another observation, which is probably unfair to generalise on, is the
following. On a few occasions, I had folk stay over, who were quite
"straight".  They were passing through for the night on the way back to
their village, and were happy to eat with me and talk into the small hours
before turning in.  They usually asked to share the bed with me, as single
young men nearly always sleep in the "men's house" back in their village,
and are used to company.  We often talked about their female friends, and
sometimes they would tell me about playing with other male friends only to
relieve pressures that were building up.  Playing with the girls was a
very risky business.

I respected their sexual orientation, and was reasonably happy to just
read for a while, and then get some sleep, but always filled with hope. I
find it very comforting to make skin contact and just be close to someone,
without things always ending in sex.  Of course, my arm would sometimes
just happen to end up draped over someone's thighs while we were asleep,
and it was nice to feel something hot and hard just under the sheet.

Once, I was enjoying the company of a particularly nice guy, who I knew
was a virgin, was very young and had never had any sexual experience at
all.  I was feeling particularly horny sleeping next to him, but resolved
to leave him be, but was open to any invitation.  I was still half asleep
as I rolled over onto my stomach to settle down to a deeper sleep, when I
realised that my friend, who was sleeping on his back, had his hand spread
out, and I had just rolled my hot cock right into it.

It was a case of enjoying it very much, and if he had so much as twitched
his little finger, I would have come, but I thought better of it and
reluctantly turned over and went back to sleep.

However, on a few occasions, I found that during the night I would often
end up with my back to my bed-mate, and if this person happened to be
having a pleasant dream, I would end up with a large hard cock resting
against me.  I didn't object to this one bit, far from it, because I did
the same whenever I could.

But I was pleasantly surprised on one of these occasions to find that a
bit of exploratory back rubbing was followed by a finger starting to work
it's way into my rear end, closely followed by one large hard cock.

After adding a bit of KY and answering a few questions asking what this
"medicine" was and why did I insist on a condom, we'd start things off
again, and after some enjoyable wriggling and thrusting, I could feel the
load leaving him and we would soon both end up soundly asleep again.  I
was never able to find out if this was a "normal" activity in village
life, but it may well be.

I once read a book by a British Officer living in a village at the end of
WWII, and he commented that the activities of the boys in the village at
night would have horrified any boarding school master of the day.  Maybe
we are living inhibited lives in western suburbia.

PART 5

This leads me to a story concerning my first visit to a village up in the
mountains.  This was preceded some months before, when a local friend
called in for a drink of water, before going to the market with her
nephew, a 6ft, very handsome lad of 19 or so.  Coincidently, this lad was
looking for somewhere to work, and as he had never been to school in his
life, this wasn't going to be easy.  Now, I'm a pretty generous person, so
I suggested that as I needed someone to keep an eye on the house while I
was at work, and to do a bit of work in the garden, he might like to
consider working for me.

So Hawks moved in, complete with one shirt and some faded jeans.  We
became good friends, learning each other's language as we went, and he
learning about the whiteman's wonders - microwave oven, computer, Cds and
so on.

He occupied the spare bed, and I assumed he was pretty straight, and never
suggested to him anything else. He had a healthy interest in the local
girls, but hadn't "tried" one yet.  After having showered, he would often
walk around with just a towel on, and often with a bit of a bulge pushing
the towel out in front of him. We would tease each other, and he would
tell me that he had never seen a white cock in his life.

After two weeks, he decided to spend his first pay on some new clothes,
and we toured around the shops where I bought him about twice as much in
new jeans and boots as he had earned.

That night he told me how pleased he was with what I had bought for him,
and also asked if he could share my bed that night.  Again, I didn't want
to upset the status quo, and when he said he wanted to go to bed early, I
stayed on reading, before showering and turning in too.  I was being very
quiet so as not to wake up my new bed partner, and crept under the sheet
very quietly and was about to settle down, when he gave a snort of
laughter, obviously quite awake, and pushed his very hard cock into my
hand.

I don't know if he had ever had any previous experience, but I was
pleasantly surprised when he kept pushing my head down to where his cock
was standing up, and he wasn't going to let me come up for air until the
job was well and truly finished.

Hawks had a good sized cock, nothing extraordinary, but it sure was a
mouthful, and the way he was thrusting, I was afraid that he would either
choke me or drown me when his cum hit the top.

=46ortunately, he did neither, and after a few more urgent thrusts, he
slid his weapon out of my mouth, put my hand on his hard shiny cock, still
wet with my saliva, and within seconds, he was writhing around, thrusting
and pushing, until he fired everything out and over his chest, over my
hand around the bed.

This was a first time for him, apart from the odd encounter in the bush
back in his village, and he appeared so exhausted, I was sure he was about
to sleep immediately.

To my great enjoyment, as soon as he had cleaned up, he then started
kneading and massaging my balls, and then plucking up courage, (this was a
definite "first" for him) went down on me and repeated what I had just
done to him, with it soon being my turn to squirt my cum all over his
chest, before we collapsed in each other's arms for a well-deserved night
of rest.

His twin brother Andy used to visit occasionally, and he always slept on
the concrete floor, as it was quite cool.  We used to chat to each other
and joke a bit, but I imagined that two guys in the one family with the
same tastes would be too much of a coincidence, and never tried anything
on. I knew that he was fairly well stacked, as he would often use a towel
when leaving the bathroom, but when I forgot to use a towel on a few
occasions, he didn't bother either.

One evening I crept into the kitchen for a glass of water, but Andy was
awake, and he whispered out to me to come over to him. I managed to find
him in the dark and asked what he wanted.  He didn't say anything, but
justg uided my hand towards his cock, and indicated that a nice massage
would be appreciated.  Well, I was happy to oblige, but he wanted more
than that, and I learned that these two brothers really had a thing going
for eating bananas. Andy's only failing was that he would never let me
know when he was primed and ready to fire, and would hold my head down
until he had fired his weapon, filling my mouth with his hot sweet cum.

Both of them were way too big for any rear action work on me, but I'm sure
that they are going to keep the ladies very happy in the near future!

This relationship lasted about six months, and during that time, I was
always being asked to come and stay at his village and meet the folks.
Eventually we packed the car, and headed off into the mountains, driving
through rivers and jungle, parked the car and then walked even higher and
into their village.

Village life was very simple, and a toilet was built for me and I was
shown a room built of bush materials which was to be the "men's house"
during my visit.  Lighting in the village consisted of small kerosene
hurricane lamps, and subsequently most people were ready for bed an hour
or two after the 7pm darkness descended. There were four or five of us
sleeping on the floor, mostly mid-teens to early 20s according to my
calculations, and we all snuggled in against the very cool evening
underneath a well-worn sleeping bag, and appreciating each others' body
warmth.

I thought I knew who was sleeping next to me, and I was somewhat surprised
when a hand slowly moved over my leg, while I feigned sleep, and then felt
my zip slowly being worked downwards.  This unknown person might well have
guessed that I was well and truly awake, because I was now extremely hard,
and no doubt making a sizeable bulge in my jeans (no-one wears pyjamas
"out bush" for a variety of reasons).  I still "slept" on, turning over a
bit to make things easier, and then felt my belt being gently undone and
my jeans opened up.

Then the phantom hand crept under my shorts elastic, gently probing to see
what my reaction might be in case I should wake up, and then started
moving all around, gently testing my balls, feeling my pubic hair,
squeezing my cock, and rubbing my tip gently, almost as if he wanted to
reassure himself that these white foreigners really did have something
like their own weapons. My pre-cum was already on top, and this was being
gently rubbed over the tip of my hot rod.

I started moaning a bit and gently thrusting, as if I was still asleep and
not knowing what was happening, and my visitor's hand started moving
faster and faster until eventually I couldn't take it any longer, and
reached over for some tissues before shooting my load and messing things
up.

If this guy really thought I had been asleep, he didn't show any surprise
by my movement, and I reassured him that everything was OK, by reaching
over and holding his erect and hot cock, which he had unpacked out of his
jeans and was pushing against me.

It was immediately obvious that this guy wasn't amongst the other guys who
had bedded down with me, but was clearly a few years younger, and had
climbed in during the usual bedding-down ruckus and darkness.  His hot
little cock was about 4 inches long, with a bit of curly pubic hair
obvious to my touch, and although not very big, his rod was certainly rock
hard.

However, I didn't have time to feel guilty, or leap out of bed showing
shock and horror in leading a young man astray, as he cuddled up next to
me holding me tightly and thrusting quietly into my hand, and then started
to quiver all over.  Almost immediately my hand was flooded with his warm
and wet ammunition, which acted as a lubricant for a short while, as he
kept gently thrusting into my hand.

He stayed still for a short while, and then quietly straightened himself
up, and disappeared into the village darkness.  I never found out who this
was, and if the guys next to me knew what was happening, they didn't let
on, but there was one particularly likeable lad who always hada big happy
smile for me whenever we met.


PART 6

Just to keep this discussion scientific, I should mention the following:
I once read an interesting journal, where research and interviews showed
that the practices of one village in this area were a bit different to the
usual.  They firmly believed that semen was in short supply and needed to
be recycled, and when the young men of the village were approaching the
stage in life when they were starting to spread this handy material around
the jungle floor, the older men arranged a special ceremony. This entailed
all the teenage boys moving into a hut with the older more mature men,
where they were taught some of the facts of life.  This included the older
men being sucked off by the younger ones, and they of course had to
consume the semen, so that it would be stored up for future use.  This
wasn't a once-in-a-while affair, but was reasonably frequent. In the case
where a young man was using up too much semen in helping his wife produce
a baby, he then had to find a special tree, which produced white sap.
This was then eaten, thus ensuring that adequate supplies were available.
Like many aboriginal tribes, the idea of one single mating to produce a
baby is considered ludicrous, as everyone knows you must work at this for
the full 9 months. Back at my place of contract, life went on as before.

By now I had built up a circle of very pleasant friends, and it was always
a nice surprise to find that one had dropped in for the night or the
weekend.I had met one guy while on a trip into the hills many months
before, where we stayed in a guest house on the outskirts of a village.We
had all gone down to the river for a cooling off swim, when a tall
handsome but skinny kid came over, and asked if we would like to watch him
swim the very fast river.  Of course we said we would, so Carl leaped in,
and in great time swam across and back again.After we had expressed due
admiration, he asked if he could come back with us, where it was clear
that he would be asked to stay for a meal. Carl stayed around the camp the
whole weekend, and if he spoke to anyone, it was to me, asking questions
about white people, how we lived, who lived with me and so on.On our last
day, Carl came over and carefully wrote out his name and address on a
cornflakes packet lid, and asked me to do the same.  I didn't really
expect this to come to anything, but sure enough, a few weeks later, a
letter arrived, and started with "Dear Dad..." Well, I was flattered, and
promptly wrote back, and asked him to drop by if he was ever in town.  I
didn't really expect to hear back, let alone see Carl again.  However, the
day high school holidays started, I was told I had a visitor outside my
office.So out I went, and much to my surprise, there was Carl, having
grown to about 6ft in a few months, and with a sheepish grin. Of course,
he wanted to stay with me for the week, as he had no relatives in town,
and he needed new shoes anyway.So another pleasant friendship started, and
again, I was conscious that this guy was only mid-teens, and I didn't want
to lead him astray.So after work, we headed home, and my first stop was to
be the shower to remove the day's sweat.  I had no sooner started than
Carl put his head around the corner and asked if he could use the toilet.
(some weirdo architect of days long gone, had designed the john in the
same room as the shower - crazy).  Of course, I told him to come in and
notbe bashful, while I lathered up.After the john was flushed, I was
thinking that soon the door will open and then shut, and I won't have to
embarrass this poor kid by walking naked across to the towel.  However,
this didn't happen, and Carl stood next to the shower waiting for me to
come out.  Well, he gave me a pretty good visual inspection, and I knew
that he'd never seen such a pale weapon as this one.  I just dried myself
off normally, and then Carl asked if he could have a towel, as he wanted
to shower too.  I left him to it, and after he'd obviously had a pretty
good clean up, he called out and asked me to come in.Well, there he was,
standing in the shower bay with an enormous stiff cock standing up, and
Carl gently massaging himself, and clearly getting turned on by me
watching him.  I couldn't let this opportunity pass, so I took over from
the hard working lad, and with a bit of soap and water to help, massaged
him to climax in no time at all, with his juices sliding down the shower
wall.After such a pleasant appetiser, we were both ready for dinnerand
some tv.  After cleaning up the dishes, Carl announced that he'd like an
early night.  I naturally thought that he must have been tired after
travelling all day and then having me jack him off, so I found some Pjs
for him, and told him to sleep wherever he wanted to.About an hour later,
I'd finished reading, and decided to hit the sack too.  I wandered down to
the bedrooms, glancing into the spare room to see if Carl was bedded down
OK.  Well, he wasn't there, so I went on to my room, and there he was,
sprawled across my bed.  I crept around quietly, slipped into my Pjs,
turned off the lights and tried to fit into what space was left in the
bed. I'd hardly got under the sheet, when one large, hard cock was thrust
up into my back. Carl had been waiting for me, and I suspect was doing a
little priming before I arrived, judging by the size of his rod. Carl must
have been around 15 or 16, and I could see that although he had plenty of
pubic hair, it was still growing, as was the hair on his chest, and his
cock was not yet full-size, although a credit to him.Well, I wasn't going
to complain if this was the way Carl wanted to sleep, and I happily
snuggled in against him, while he reached over and started to massage my
throbbing cock, almost as if he realised that he'd had his fun earlier,
and now it was my turn.We didn't try anything fancy: I was quite
comfortable the way I was, with Carl pressed up hard against me and his
hand gently working me up to a climax. After all, it's not every day that
I get someone else jack me off for a change, and in a few minutes, I
exploded, adding yet again to the profits of the tissue makers.It was my
turn to feel pleasantly sleepy, and I was just settling down, when Carl
started exploring my rear end with his finger.  I asked him what he
wanted, and he told me bluntly: "I want to put my hard cock up your
arse".Now that is a pretty straight statement.  No beating around the
bush, but I was wondering where this high school kid from the bush had
learned such things, and if this was a normal activity during the night
for his boarding school.So Carl was introduced to KY, and as I was well
and truly out of practice, I was not unhappy that his teenage cock was not
full developed yet.  He certainly enjoyed going up as far as he could,
with his balls beating against my buns and I had to slow him down, he was
so keen to try this new recreation. As he had already downloaded his
ammunition earlier in the evening, it took quite a while for him to work
the second load to the top, but I certainly knew when he was ready, as he
started thrashing about, clutching me tighter, a few more urgent thrusts
and then complete stillness.  Carl was no longer a virgin.This unexpected
activity was very pleasant, but I was feeling a bit tight the following
night, when Carl wanted a repeat performance.  I had to calm him down and
promise a matinee next day, and then again two days later, just before he
left for home.  He certainly had the energy and the ammunition, but I was
feeling a bit jaded by the weekend.Carl continued to come back each school
vacation, and he continued to grow taller and bigger.  The last time he
came he must have been 17, and fully developed.  His cock was quite a
handful, a good 7 inches, and I had to make a few excuses about having
this come up me more than about twice in one week. He was a nice guy, but
he was getting a bit pushy, and he knew what he wanted.  He's certainly
one to keep the girls happy, if it's action and size that's wanted.

Another happy occasion occurred when some younger guys came down from a
village to stay a few days.  It was school holidays, and they were
probably at a loose end, and had come to see one of their friends who was
staying with me.These guys were about 14, maturing nicely, but still
bashful enough to lock the bathroom door whenever they used the room.They
were happy watching tv until late, and then would crash down on the floor
to sleep. They were entering into young manhood, judging by the bulging in
their jeans, and some of the overseas tv often had them straightening
things up inside their jeans.  On one occasion one of the guys proudly
showed us his erect rod under his jeans, having become excited about one
of the pretty young things prancing around on the screen.I respected their
youth and their presumed orientation, and let them play their football,
eat well and just sleep.To get to the interesting part...  On the last day
of their stay, I was woken by someone at my bed just as it was getting
light.  The nicer of the two guys, whom I had some secret cravings for,
was standing next to my head, with his really cute brown cock almost
poking in my eye.  Nothing gigantic, just beautifully proportioned with a
few year's growth still to come, with a neat little bush of black pubic
hair.By this time, I had seen a few weapons, some black, some brown, a few
crooked, bent, curved and so on.  This was beautiful.  Straight out and
up, uncut but skin well back because of his erection, about 5 inches long
... what a sight!And why was he standing at my bed?  His very words were,
"I want you to suck my brown banana please".  Please?  How could I refuse
such a polite request.  I was more than happy to have this into my throat
as far as possible, and it took only a few gentle thrusts for his pent-up
load to gush into me.  It is a very pleasant way of being woken in the
morning.

PART 7

I was not looking forward to my contract drawing to a close, as I knew
that life in suburbia was going to be the same boring routine.  Things
brightened up a bit when my swimming pool friend came to stay for the
night one last time, and that was a truly memorable occasion, trying out
new positions for both of us, kissing, stroking, sucking and finally
pumping, until we were both exhausted.

Farewells at the airport were sad and subdued, as I headed back on a
shuttle flight to the capital city to connect with a plane home.  The
motel was lonely and boring, so I headed to the pool with a book for my
last night in the tropics.

There I saw a particularly handsome guy, young, slim, dark brown skin,
long black hair typical of his race, and who kept looking across at me, as
I was doing my share of looking at him, every time he came wet and
glistening out of the pool.

Well, he came over to me and we got chatting, and next thing he was back
in my motel room, sharing a drink with me on the lounge chair, both in our
swimming trunks.  His people don't have beards to speak of, and I'm
particularly turned on by a smooth face and not a face full of stubble.

He must have seen me looking with interest at the large bulge in his
crotch, and when I took the plunge, and let my hand rest on his cock, he
reacted by doubling the size of the bulge in seconds.

Naturally, I started a bit of gentle squeezing, and being the gentleman he
obviously was, he slipped his bathers down over his thighs to show what a
large, brown, perfectly shaped cock he had.  He wasn't cut, but he was so
tight the skin had drawn back, revealing a perfectly shaped turban
glistening with tension and pre-cum.  His pubic hair was growing nicely,
but not yet fully bushed out, and the hair on his chest was just showing
lightly golden against his brown skin.  He must have been about 16, and
his cock nearly fully grown.

This was more than I could stand, and I couldn't resist bending over him
and briefly licking the end of his rod and giving him a gentle suck.

I had every reason to think that this was a first time for him, and not
wanting to frighten him off, after I had licked him, I came back up.

However, first time or not, he was not going to miss this opportunity, and
he firmly but gently pushed my head back to where it had been, thrusting
his rod into me as far as he could, and I started sucking his lovely brown
cock.  I worked my tongue all around his tip, and let his cock come up
into my throat as far as possible.  This was clearly being enjoyed
greatly, and when he took his hand off the back of my head, and stretched
back I knew he was going to cum, which he did, still lying in the lounge
chair, and allowing it to shoot all over his navel and chest.

When he'd got his breath back, he headed off to the shower room and
cleaned up.  Much to my delight, when he returned, he leaned over the
lounge chair I was sitting in, and started massaging me all over.  First
my shoulders, then my navel, and then joy of joy, he started on my cock,
feeling my balls almost around to my anus, gently pressing and kneading.

This was so overpowering that I just sat there in my swimming trunks, and
very soon after, I lay back and let my cum just pump out.  I didn't know I
had so much, and a large patch of dampness had spread all over my trunks,
before I staggered off to the shower to do some washing and showering.  I
would have loved him to stay the night, but he had to head home, and I
thought that this was the last time I would see him.

A few hours before I was due to leave for the airport next morning, I was
pleasantly surprised to see my friend at the door, wanting to come in.  He
seemed a bit anxious about something, and kept using the word "bum", which
is the local word for "butt".  I didn't believe what I was hearing, and
asked him to explain again.

He led me straight into the bedroom, where he said he wanted to try
something different.  I asked him what this might be, and he obviously
couldn't explain this in words, so he undid my trunks and then his, with
his beautiful brown cock standing up so hard, and then pushed me face down
onto the bed.  He was very keen to try this "new thing", which he'd no
doubt heard about from his friends, and I barely had time to organise some
protection on him, before he was into me, heaving and grunting.  He put
his arms up under my armpits, and was holding on as tight as he could,
while he worked away as hard as he could.  It was just as well his cock
was not yet fully developed, but he was still a good size.

However, the previous day's activities hadn't given him time to build up
new supplies, and he seemed quite sad when he said that he'd had enough,
and collapsed onto the bed.

It was a beautiful parting present from this South Pacific country, and I
think longingly back to those idyllic times, and only hope I can return
sometime.