Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:10:05 -0500 (EST) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip part 9 of 12 Installment 9 Rip's New Brother Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between a male adult and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. --- Once again, Rip missed the first few weeks of school but quickly caught up. And the parents Sloan got back into the regimen of academia. One day, Marcus came home to report he had gone to lunch with Pieter and found him very interesting, no, paradoxical. From a tribe that lived along the Sambia River, Pieter proved his brilliance at the mission school which arranged for him to continue his lessons at a boarding school. He met the famous anthropologist Gilbert Herdt who encouraged him to continue his studies. He won a scholarship to the University of Australia where he studied the anthropology of the Indonesian islands. Returning to his native country, Doctorate in hand, he accepted a position at the University of New Guinea in Port Moresby, where he eventually became head of the Anthropology and Archaeology Department. Meanwhile, he married a woman back in his tribal village who bore him a son. Spending four days a week on campus and three living with the Sambia, Pieter ! lived in two very different worlds. The Sambia still live as they have for millennia, despite the encroachments of government seeking to promote an international image as a "civilized" nation and of corporate business seeking to exploit the abundant resources of the island. Like proud indigenous people throughout the world, Pieter wanted to continue the rich traditions of his tribe while absorbing the benefits of modern culture. A difficult task. At the university, he worked side by side with well-educated capable women who were his equals. Back in his tribe, women were regarded with fear and scorn. Though they did "all the work," they were considered unimportant. In fact, men felt that too frequent contact with women would weaken the men. They did not even trust them to prepare their food. Like the other Sambian men, Pieter didn't share his wife's hut when he visited the tribe. They had sex outside in their small vegetable garden and then Pieter returned to the men's house. Instead of a husband, a woman s! hared her hut with pigs, daughters and infant boys. As soon as a little boy was weaned, he was removed from his mother's care so as not to be further contaminated. As Marcus listened to Pieter describe the ways of his native village, he noticed that he started out prefacing each sentence with "they think." Soon this became "we think," but eventually their was no qualifying weasel phrase. Pieter simply stated the truth as his Sambian self knew it. His only son, Torang, now eight, had no memory of his mother. He had not seen her in seven years. But like all the boys in the tribe, he was lovingly raised in the men's house. Pieter sped home each week after his last class at UNG to spend at much time as possible with his little boy, but when he wasn't there, the boy's mentor taught him the skills a Sambian needs to learn. Pieter had chosen Somare for mentor. As his wife's younger brother and still a bachelor, Somare was the ideal choice. Unfortunately, when Torang was only six, his uncle went to work temporarily for the lumber company that was decimating the rain forest in the hills. Away from the influence of his village, he succumbed to temptation and began using his salary to visit the prostitutes who lived in the lumber camp. A Sambian man should have no contact with women until he marries. This breach of tribal law compromised Somare's manhood, making him unfit to continue as Torang's mentor. He had been contamin! ated. He had, in fact, contracted AIDS, and without the medications available in developed countries, his health quickly deteriorated and he died, proof of the wisdom of the ancient lore. Torang continued to live and learn and develop in the men's house, but Pieter was desperate to find another mentor, before his son's tingu dried up. Marcus thought he understood what that meant, but wasn't sure. When he was awarded the fellowship to come to the United States, Pieter knew he had to bring Torang with him. He could not bear to leave him for a whole year. He also chose a young Sambian man who worked at the college to come along as his assistant. Pablo was college-trained, fluent in English and French as well as Sambia, and well-versed in western culture, enjoying rock music, TV sit coms, and American hamburgers. He had a new wife in the village, a couple daughters, but no son, so he had no attachments to keep him there. As Pieter's assistant, he could help translate and interpret, run countless errands, and also tutor young Torang. Pieter had no intention of enrolling his son in the local public school where he would have to sit and play and learn in the company of females. His developing manhood was already compromised too much to take that risk. As a married man, Pablo could never be Torang's mentor, but under his tutelage the boy was quickly learning English, mat! h, and all the "western" skills he needed for his stay in America. Marcus did not understand then the difference between mentor and tutor, but he realized that being home-taught, little Torang needed a playmate. He told Pieter about Rip, and suggested they all come over to dinner and get acquainted. There was a bit of hesitation on Pieter's part. He said he was looking forward to meeting Dr. Andrea Sloan, whom he knew was also on the faculty, but that perhaps for now just Marcus and Rip might come to his rented home some afternoon. That evening, Marcus told his wife all about the guest lecturer. Andrea was not impressed with the Sambian treatment of women and Pieter's seeming compliance with it, but she agreed Torang must be lonely for other little boys to play with and she knew how quickly her congenial Rip made friends with everyone. Marcus told her about Pieter's reluctance to come to dinner. "But of course, you asshole. Don't you see?" "See what?" "Honestly, Marcus, for a university professor, you sure are slow to pick up on stuff. Don't you see, it's me! I'm a woman, damn it. Of course, Pieter doesn't want to bring his son here. I'd contaminate him." "What? Don't be silly, Andy. Pieter works with women all the time." "Yes, but he's a married man. So is Pablo. They're safe. But little Torang is vulnerable. Until he grows up and marries, he isn't safe around women. Don't you get it?" "Wow." "Yeah, look, his father may be a bigot but I feel sorry for the little boy. You take Rip over there and visit. Rip is a smart kid. He's not going to be swayed by the man's prejudices. Go on, let them get together. It'll be fun for Rip." .oOo. In the Plymouth, Rip was full of excitement. When he learned about little Torang, he read all he could about Papua. He read about the headhunters there and thought that was thrilling. As they pulled up the drive, two black men came out the front door. Two very black men. Rip had a lot of black friends at school, but none were as dark as these guys. Marcus got out. "Hi, Pieter. And you must be Pablo. Good to meet you. Come here, Son. This here is Rip, he just turned ten this summer." Then he lied, "Andrea was so sorry she couldn't join us," at which both Sambian men smiled and Pablo gave a little wave. Immediately the front door opened again and out ran the cutest and blackest child Marcus had ever seen. "This is my son Torang. Torang, this is your new friend, Rip." Rip gave him a big smile, "High Five!" The two boys slapped hands. Pablo had indeed taught Torang well. The five males went inside and Torang immediately absconded with Rip up to his bedroom, while the three men went into the kitchen. Pieter began getting out some refreshments while Marcus and Pablo sat down to get better acquainted. "Pablo, I want to learn so much more about your culture. Perhaps you can explain the role of the mentor Pieter spoke about." "The mentor's role is to insure the boy is able to become a man. To give him the strength he needs to marry and make sons. Of course, you know how to make a son." "Yes, I sure do," Marcus laughed. "That's because you are a man. You have lots of semen." Marcus wasn't prepared for that observation. "Well, yes, I must admit, my tingu is often full of sperm." "What? Oh, ha, ha, you think 'tingu' means 'penis.'" Pieter, who had been setting out some cups of coffee and a cake, laughed also. "Pablo baked this this morning. He's a great cook. Our word for penis is 'klot.' Pablo, tell Marcus what the tingu is." "Everyone, man and woman, is born with a tingu. It's somewhere in your abdomen. At birth a girl's tingu is full of blood, as she grows it gets more and more blood until the day comes when it bursts. That is the sign that she can get pregnant. However, a baby boy's poor little tingu is dry and all shriveled up. The boy will never be able to become a man unless his tingu is given a steady diet of susu kental pria. That's our term for semen." Marcus added that one to his mental list: cum, splooge, jizz, spunk, now susu kental pria. Seems like an awkwardly long term. Pablo continued, "So we teach our boys when they are very young to ingest semen." "They swallow your cum?" "Well, yes. But, . . ." Marcus envisioned the day this past year when Rip proudly gave him the first of many blow jobs. "So Torang has been sucking you guys off since he was just a toddler?" Pieter took over the explanation, "Well, no. Please, let me explain. You see, a married man's semen is for putting into his wife to make boys. When she is pregnant, he has to work very hard to make sure the little baby inside has enough semen or it won't even develop. No, a prepubescent boy must get his semen from a bachelor. The ideal person is his mother's younger brother. Torang was getting lots of semen from his Uncle Somare, before he stupidly went off to that lumber camp. Now I'm afraid he will never develop into a man. I know you are probably shocked by all this. Little boys sucking adolescents and young men. I know you don't approve of these things in your culture, but you have to understand, it is all part of our . . ." "Hi, Dad. I came down for some Cokes. Rip and me are thirsty." "Torang, put some clothes on. You can't go naked like that. This is America. What will Euripides think of us?" Just then, Rip came sauntering in, totally naked. "Hi, Dr. Tong. Hey, is that cake?" Marcus laughed, "Don't worry, Pieter, Rip loves playing naked. It's fine." He described the beach on Naxos. "Here, boys, join us. Let me cut you each a piece of Pablo's cake." "Oh boy. Cool." That was Torang, not Rip, who said that. "So I see you two lads are getting along." "Yeah, Dad, Torang is lots of fun. Can we come here again soon please? He said he don't have a brother, and neither do I, so we said we are now brothers. OK? So now I got a brother and so does Torang. Isn't that cool?" "It sure is. Pieter, I think my son is going to be coming over here a lot. Hope you don't mind." "Not at all." "And, Dad, you know what else? Look what Torang can do with his nose." Torang pulled the straw out of his Coke can and pushed it through a hole in his columella. Marcus smiled and the two Sambian men laughed. "All Sambian boys get their noses pierced, Euripides. Here, see what I have." Pieter pulled a thin white semicircle out of his pocket and slipped it into his own nose." "Wow!! What's that?" "It's the rib from a small monkey. I haven't worn it since I left our village, but I keep it in my pocket all the time to remind me where I come from." As the boys settled in with their Cokes and cake, Marcus said to his Son, "Rip, tell Dr. Tong about Uncle Malcolm. Tell him everything you do with him." "Uh, everything?" Rip knew when to be discrete. "Don't worry, Son. Dr. Tong understands. Go on, I want him to hear what you two do. I want your new brother to hear also. Torang, you listen to Rip. So for the next hour, Rip explained the wonderful exciting pleasure he and Uncle share. The three Sambian males listened with rapt attention, peppering Rip with lots of questions. Rip was grinning with glee. He loved being able to tell people about his wonderful uncle. Of course, he also loved being the center of attention. "Dr. Sloan, your brother sounds like a wonderful young man." "Oh, he isn't my brother. He's Andrea's brother. And thirty isn't exactly young." "Oh, then he must be getting married soon. All our men already have wives by the age of thirty." "No, Malcolm is never going to be married, Pieter. He has no interest in women." "So, Euripides, this Uncle Malcolm is your mother's younger brother, right?" "Yup. Can I have another piece of cake?" "Please," Marcus corrected. "Sorry, please." "Sure, and you ingest this Uncle Malcolm's semen?" "Huh?" "He means you swallow his spunk, Son. Yes, Pieter, believe me, Rip does lot of ingesting." "Rip, young man, I have to tell you, you are very very fortunate. You are going to be a strong father some day, with many many sons." "I am?" .oOo. A few days later the two Doctor Sloans were having lunch in the faculty dining room when Dr. Tong walked in. "Pieter, over here, please join us." "And this must be the other Dr. Sloan. I'm pleased to meet you. You have a wonderful little boy." "Why, thank you." Andrea was a little surprised that the man her mind had painted as a chauvinist was so cordial in real life. "Rip was very excited when he got home the other day. He told me all about his new young friend. In fact, he hasn't talked about much else since then." "Funny you should say that. Torang, Pablo and I have had some long talks ourselves. About Euripides, and also about your brother." "Malcolm? What about Malcolm?" "He sounds like a very nice man. Your husband spoke of him in the highest terms." "Really?" "Euripides is very fortunate to have him for a mentor. We have a very big favor to ask. Please don't be offended." "Shoot." "Shoot? Oh, yes, I know, that means you want me to continue, right? OK. Well, we know your brother is extremely generous to his young nephew. But we wonder, is it at all possible, that he might consider allowing another boy to ingest his semen." Andrea began to choke on her corned beef sandwich. "I'm sorry. I know I was way out of line to make such a proposal. Please forget I asked." "No, please, that's all right. I was just a little surprised, that's all. Actually, Malcolm has had many boys ingest his semen, as you say. He enjoys the role of 'mentor.' Enjoys it very much." "Oh, you make me very happy. You see, Torang has been calling Euripides his new brother. And that makes you sort of like a surrogate mother, please don't be offended. And in turn, that makes this Malcolm the perfect person. His semen would make Torang's tingu grow strong. That is, if Malcolm is willing to do this some time." Andrea sat stifling a giggle. Marcus seemingly changed the subject, "Tell me, Pieter, do you like to fish?" A couple phone calls later and the plans were made.