Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2004 12:16:21 -0600 From: Paul Wilson Subject: NORTHERN EXPOSURE It was the summer before my senior year in college. My major was anthropology, and I had succeeded in landing a research grant to study the culture of a remote Inuit village in Alaska for a month. Though modern life has touched on all such villages, this one was known for having much less such change than most. I was soon to find out that one custom that I'd heard about but doubted really existed was actually true, and was still practiced in this little village. I was greeted like a celebrity, with great fanfare, and was introduced around the village. They were a very friendly group, and wanted to know all about me. One of the village elders showed me a nice spot just outside the village and on the shore, and indicated that's where I should erect my tent. He had a couple of the boys help me. One of them was his youngest son, who looked to be about 12, and was very attractive, though with his parka and other clothing on I couldn't see much more than his face and neck. It had been a long time since I'd been with a boy, but just looking at him dredged up fond memories. Let me explain. Back when I was 12 I had a best friend, and we were constant companions. We both got curious about sex at the same time, and got into sex play whenever we had enough privacy. Since I lived with my dad, and he worked, that was frequent at my house. My friend and I liked to get naked in my basement family room and play around with each other. Mostly it was just rubbing our dicks together and things like that, but when we discovered the pleasure of masturbation, we began doing it to each other. Then one day I made the mistake of assuming my dad would be gone all day, and he walked in on us while we were playing naked in our family room. My friend was lying on his back, and I was sitting cross-legged between his legs stroking him, so there was no hiding what we were doing. My dad was furious, and told my friend to go home. Within days my dad had enrolled me in a boarding school, apparently under the misconception that it would be a chaste environment and I'd grow out of this nasty habit with other boys. What he didn't know (but I did, which is why I took my punishment with a strange sense of anticipation) was that boarding schools are notorious for homosexual activity, even among the straight boys attending them. The all-boy environment with little privacy and close quarters seems to breed such activity, and boys will be boys. And I soon found that at this particular school, blatant sexual activity was the norm, with very little attempt at hiding it from each other. It only happened at night after lights out, never even acknowledged during the day. My dorm room had 8 boys, all about the same age as me. I got the last bunk, by the door. It began the very first night. As soon as the lights out bell sounded, I heard one boy tiptoeing to the bed of another, and the squeaks and groans of the springs as he climbed in bed with his mate. Then others, until I and another boy were the only ones not paired up. I could hear the soft sounds of activity coming from the three other occupied beds, and though I couldn't see what was going on under the covers, I could pretty well guess. And what I guessed at made me really excited. Then the last boy crept over to me and whispered, "Can I join you?" My mouth was suddenly too dry to speak, so I nodded a yes to him, and he lifted the covers and climbed in. It felt nice to have his warm body next to mine; we were both only wearing boxers, which was what most of the boys wore to bed. His hand went immediately to the front of my boxers, and he felt my boner. "Nice one," he whispered. I did the same to him, feeling his, and it was about the same as mine - a slim four incher. He then pushed my boxers down and began stroking me, and I did the same to him. It was a little awkward, so he turned around in the bed and scrunched down so we each had better access. He pulled my boxers the rest of the way off, and we began masturbating each other. It didn't take long for me to come, and I let loose a couple of small jets into his hand, and then he came, too. He shot less than I did, but I was surprised at how strong the pulses in his penis were. He turned back around, and even though we together hadn't shot all that much semen, it seemed to be all over the place. He wiped us both up with his boxers and said, "That was good," and went back to his own bunk naked, holding his boxers in his hand. I lay there stunned by the whole event, and only then noticed the sounds in the room around me. There was quite a bit of rustling, and an occasional grunt as everyone finished up, then they all returned to their own beds and soon everyone was asleep. In the morning I noticed several of the boys got out of bed without boxers on, pulled on clean ones, and deposited the ones they had been wearing the night before in their laundry bags. One day when I was alone in the room I checked out some of the laundry bags, and found plenty of used boxers with crusty white stains. Some were still wet and aromatic from the night before. Similar things happened nearly every night, but the pairings were different. It seemed that the activity rotated around the room. One boy liked to lie on his side and come up from behind me, inserting his penis between my legs, and pumping back and forth while he jacked me off. That was a particularly messy way to do it, as we both ejaculated all over my sheets on one side of my bed, but I liked it. It wasn't until the second week that I saw the first room-to-room visit. One of the boys in my room got up and tiptoed out the door, and a few minutes later an older boy from another room tiptoed in. He went to the bed of the boy next to me, stripped off his boxers, and climbed in. I saw he had a tube of something in his hand, and when he turned the boy onto his stomach, I started to get the idea of what was going to happen. He climbed on top, and I heard the squish of something being squirted out of the tube, and then he lay down. The boy under him was panting, but he was gentle, and soon he was lying still on top, just moving a little. After a minute he started to hump the other boy slowly, and gradually he sped up, until he was going hard and fast, then stopped and grunted, then panted hard. I had just witnessed my first anal sex, and wasn't sure what I thought about it. My turn came a few days later, when another boy came in and did it to me. I was surprised that it didn't hurt too much, and once I got used to it, it actually felt good. Some time later the boy who had come to me the first night came to my bed, and whispered, "Want to have some real fun?" I nodded yes, so he motioned to me to follow, and led me out the door. I noticed he had a tube of something in his hand. He led me down the hall to a room with younger boys in it. I knew what was expected, and so did the boys in the room. They all watched as we came in. I was a bit hesitant, but chose a cute boy I'd been watching during the day. As I walked to his bed, my friend handed me the tube of lubricant, and said, "Here, you use this. Enjoy your first time." I got into bed with the younger boy, and whispered to him, "Is it OK with you?" He nodded in the affirmative, and actually smiled, so I knew he was OK with it, and that this wasn't his first time. I found he was already naked in bed, and enjoyed feeling him all over before I started. I turned him on his side, and pressed up behind him. It felt great with my penis in his butt crack, and he pushed back against me. Then I rolled back and squirted lube on myself and into his crack, then rolled back and searched for his hole with my penis. It took a bit to get aligned, but when I did, I pressed forward gently, and it slowly went in. I went really slowly since I didn't want to hurt the boy, but man, it felt great! I was so turned on that it didn't take long for me to come, and soon I found myself hugging him to me hard as I pumped my semen into his butt. I was panting like mad. After I recovered, I asked if he wanted to do me, and he said yes, so we exchanged positions. He lubed himself up and penetrated me. His penis was smaller than mine, but long enough to get into me, and he humped me like mad, eventually turning me onto my stomach so he could mount me from above. I noticed that all eyes were on us in that room; his roommates were watching him hump me. I found out later that when older boys came to visit, they always did the fucking, and the younger boys just received, never getting to do it back. They all seemed to appreciate that I was giving their roommate a return favor. I got to know each boy in that room intimately over the next few weeks, and they all got their chance. During the day there was never any acknowledgement of what was going on, but those boys always gave me shy smiles when we met during the day. But I digress. On to the real story. Back to Alaska. Being summer, it never actually got dark, but bedtime did eventually come. I had been visiting the elder's family for the evening, and before I left, he lined his three daughters up in a row and asked if I wanted some companionship for the night. I was floored by the offer. I'd heard rumors that early explorers were offered a man's wife or daughters like this, but had doubted the truth to it. But that was what was happening. I didn't really have any desire for sharing my bed with any of the girls, and politely declined. The man looked surprised, but then got a look of understanding on his face. He walked over to his son, who was sitting at the table, and put his hand on his head. The man gave me a questioning look. I didn't respond for a moment, fearing that I was misinterpreting his offer, but I couldn't resist nodding in the affirmative. He smiled warmly, almost as if he appreciated me accepting his offer of his son for the night. All the father said was, "Be gentle." The boy flashed me a shy smile and got up to follow me to my tent. On the way out of the village to my tent we passed two of the other boys who had helped with my gear, and when they saw my companion walking alongside me, they smiled and gave him the thumbs up. It was clear they knew what was going on. When we got to my tent, I zipped the door. I was pretty excited about what was likely to happen, and didn't want any surprise visitors. The boy looked around and took off his coat and boots. It was a little chilly, so he climbed under my covers. At first I was disappointed that he was getting into bed fully clothed, but he quickly began disrobing under the blanket. Out came his shirt, then his pants and socks. No underwear, and I wondered if he wore them anyway. I was soon to find out. I stripped down to my shorts and climbed in with him, and as I was getting under the covers, I could see he was nude. So I stripped off my shorts, and we were lying there facing each other. He extended his hand and in it was a tube of Vaseline. So they had all the modern conveniences up there, eh? And I quickly realized that he was offering himself to me. By now I was rock hard, and I took the tube. But I wanted to get to know his body better before the main event. I reached out and touched him, and he rolled onto his back. He was beautiful. His skin was silky smooth, and the oriental tone of his skin looked almost like he was well tanned. But of course that was natural color, not from the sun. I caressed his neck, then ran my fingers along his collarbones, then to his chest. I felt his warm, smooth skin all over, including his slim hips, belly button, and soft, but muscular, thighs. Then I played with his balls, which were tight up against his body. I could just feel the little nuts inside. I played with them, rolling them around gently, and pressed on the area just below them between his legs. He relaxed, and his balls dropped some. Finally I put my hand over his penis. It was a hard little stick, probably three inches long, slender, and uncut. The foreskin slid back smoothly and easily. All the while I was staring into his eyes, and he was staring back, obviously enjoying what I was doing to him. I reached under his butt to feel his cheeks, and he turned on his side away from me so I could play with his butt. It was so soft and warm. With his butt presented to me, I took the tube of Vaseline and squirted some on my penis, then took some on my finger and smeared it around his hole. He pushed his butt back, and I pushed forward, and my penis head entered him. I didn't know what to expect, whether he would be too tight and I might hurt him, but though it was tight, he was limber enough that I was able to slip all the way in him without it seeming to hurt him. I wondered who else had done this with him. I lay still for a while to make sure, then pulled partially out, then back in again. And I started to hump him slowly, enjoying the warm tightness of his anal canal, as well as the sensation of lying up against his naked body with mine. I reached around with my hand and gripped his penis, and jacked him gently as I fucked his butt. I lasted about five minutes, and then I could feel his orgasm begin, because his butt clamped down on my penis in rhythmic spasms. That sent me over the edge, and I came furiously into his butt in one of the strongest orgasms I'd ever had. His was dry, but mine lubricated his insides so my penis slid easier, and the sensations were incredible. We lay locked together like that for a long time. When I finally went limp my penis slid out, covered in a wet mess of Vaseline, semen, and his butt juices. Luckily I had a rag handy and cleaned myself off, and wiped his butt off. He rolled onto his back and gave me a satisfied smile, and we fell asleep lying against each other. When I woke in the morning, he was playing with my penis, and I could feel his harness against me. I rolled away from him and presented my butt, and handed him the tube of Vaseline. Without saying a word he lubed up and entered me, and fucked me gently while playing with my penis. I wanted him to feel what I had the night before, so I let myself come in his hand, and the contractions of my ass sent him over the edge and he stiffened and I could feel dry pulsing in my ass as he gripped me tightly. He moaned in pleasure. I felt a little self conscious leaving the tent in the morning, knowing that probably the whole village knew what we had been doing in there overnight, but he didn't seem to care. When he saw his friends they had an animated conversation in their own language, complete with gestures toward me, and I could tell he was filling them in on the experience. I saw a couple of them adjust themselves in their pants, so they were obviously aroused by the narration. When we got to his house for breakfast, his father saw the smile on his son's face and asked me if I'd had a good night. I said yes, blushing fiercely. His father said, "Good, I have him well trained." Now I knew who had gotten the boy limbered up. That was the start of the most wonderful month of my life. The boy lived with me, and we made love every night and morning. At the end of the month I invited him to come visit me at college, and his father said that would be good, and we'd work out a time. I got an A+ on my report of my month studying the village, but there was one aspect of their customs that I purposely left out. The best part, to be sure.