Karu and the Anthropologist by Bill Fore - b4@earthlink.net I'm sitting in my hut writing this account many thousands of miles from what you might call "civilization." Much of my life these days is spent in this little hilltop hut, sitting naked in the heat and humidity and writing. I tried to use a typewriter for a few years on my previous excursions, but ribbons gave out and the equipment broke down, so now I just write on big pads in longhand. It's primitive! There's obviously no electricity to run computers or recharge batteries on this little island, either. About once every four or five months I receive new supplies, food, an emergency medical kit, water purifiers, film for my camera, and lots of pads and pens. My filled in writing pads are sent back to the university where they're transcribed by my department steno. This particular writing is totally different than my anthropological studies, so I will need to personally do the transcribing. I must be very careful not to reveal too much about myself. In fact, it would be much better if I didn't write this at all, but for the last few months I've felt driven to put these totally life-changing experiences on paper. My name is John. I'm an Anthropologist. I specialize in the detailed study of so- called "uncivilized" native cultures. I guess that name John is safe enough, since a large percentage of male homosapiens in the English speaking world bear the same moniker. I'm thirty-three now, and for the last eight years I've spent most of my life actually practicing my specialty... studying the peoples and practices of native cultures in different parts of the world. My work is underwritten by a major North American university. They seem to take much pride in publishing my findings. So far I'm the author of three published Anthropological books. I go back to the university every few years to edit my transcribed notes, publish, compare my findings with others, and to lecture. I love the life. Especially my current assignment. It's like camping out full-time, like I did much of the time as a child. I've spent almost 2 years in South America near the Amazon, and over 3 years in South Africa. Now, for the past 8 months, I've been on a tiny, remote equatorial South Pacific island studying one of the world's most secluded peoples. To make this more simple I'll call them the "Jimani" tribe (not even close to their real name). There are probably now less than a dozen tribes in the world that are still totally cut off from the rest of civilization. This is one of them, and there's less than 200 in this tribe. While doing post-graduate work I got married and Angela, my wife, bore us a daughter. Angela worked to support us while I studied, but when I got my Doctorate and was half way through my first year of assignment in South America, she decided she didn't want to live her life like a "damn missionary" and took our child back to Chicago. Now, she receives a large share of my income to support herself and our daughter. We're still married, but only because nobody bothered to file for divorce. When I first came here and tried to get to know this little tribe they didn't trust me at all. The Jimani's are a very peaceful, non-violent people. There are no real warriors among the men, and apparently no great desire to conquer anything or to take their canoes to explore their surroundings. They are a very clean people, unlike those I've studied in prior assignments. Their animals are kept penned up and don't roam their little village, and there are almost no foul odors. The tribe members seem to bathe regularly, too. The whole tribe appears to be very friendly and uninhibited with each other. There is a lot of very open and constant touching and embracing among them. Disputes are quickly settled by their leaders and the tribe seems to have very few internal problems. The Jimani's only get a little wild when they "party"... feasting, dancing, and playing sexy little native games (mostly, it seems, to celebrate moon phases). In the 8 months I've been with them I've observed 4 of their festivals. I witnessed a celebration a few weeks after I arrived. It was almost an all night affair, and it was sexually very stimulating to me since their dancing and cavorting was done naked and with great sensuality. What happened was, to me, very freely sexual. There was much genital touching between almost everyone. Males even sensually caressed other males. Females did the same with each other. Touching and stroking bodies appeared to be done only because it "felt good" and not as a sexual advance. Even the children openly played sexy little games, crawling around over each other while naked, freely touching and publicly fondling. To me, the Jimani's are a very charming people. They generally appear to be very smart, quick-witted, happy and content. The little they know of the rest of the world was taught them by some missionaries. Even though they live very sensually and sex seems to play a very public role in their lives, they don't appear to have indiscriminate intercourse and bear more children than can be supported by the available food and space on the island. The leaders apparently decide when couples can have more babies. I'd describe the look of this tribe as kind of a cross between Polynesian (like in Tahiti) and Melanesian (like in Fiji) in appearance. If you've travelled in the South Pacific you know what I mean. I read a lot of anthropological studies about South Pacific tribes during my training and took special note of the writings of Margaret Mead, who spent time with tribes near here. If you read the "Coming Of Age..." classic she wrote, I guess I should say that these people seem much more settled and secure, but just as sensual... or even more so. The Jimani's language is very primitive. It's almost impossible for them to communicate without looking at each other, since interpreting what is said appears to require seeing the facial and hand gestures of the one who is speaking. One tribesman acted as a kind of basic interpreter to the English speaking missionaries that had been here a few years ago. His name sounds like "Eru." He's handsome and probably in his mid 30's. He and I have a building friendship and a bit of understanding. Eru indicated at first that the tribe thought I, too, was here to sell them a new god. It's very hot on this little island. Breezes from the surrounding ocean make it a bit more comfortable, but wearing any amount of clothing would be hard to do. The women of the tribe wear only beads and other decorations, and on special occasions may wear a kind of very primitive shawl. Rarely do they attempt to fully cover their genitals. The men sometimes wear a feathered headdress, and their only other covering is a kind of hemp rope around their waist that holds up a horn into which their penis has been stuffed. Their testicles are always on display. The men of other cultures on islands hundreds of miles away use some kind of "horn" as a decoration, too, so there must have been some inter-island movement at some time. If the men swim, bathe, run, wrestle or do any other really active exercise, the horn and the headdress are removed and they are then totally naked. The women are always naked when they swim or bathe, too. Children are always naked. They don't seem to begin wearing horns or beads until fully developed and in their mid to late teen's. Many Jimani's appear to be "married" or committed to a mate, but many are not. The girls are sometimes pledged to a tribesman in their mid-teens, usually given by the girls father in exchange for something of value... customarily pigs or chickens. The males are much older when they marry... probably in their mid-20's. Eru indicates the missionaries tried very hard to put clothes on the tribe. They probably left here out of frustration because they couldn't communicate and couldn't get them to stop acting so sexual or to even cover their genitals. I spent the first few months here wearing shorts. I'd worn shoes of different kinds on my South American and African assignments, but my feet had toughened and here on this island the paths were usually soft, so I'm now almost always barefoot. Here in my hut I'm invariably naked. Eru has been here and seen me unclothed. He is openly very curious about my body and my nudity appears to prove to him that I'm not a "god peddler." The tribespeople are all very interested in me... especially my size. They're not a little people. Most adult Jimani males are probably between 5'5" and 5'10" tall, but I'm over 6'4", lean and muscular, and a very solid 190 pounds. I'm also very different because I'm a blue-eyed, blond haired, light skinned (although well-tanned) Scandinavian. Of course, the Jimani's all have dark hair and deeply tanned brown skin. I also have a short, blond beard and quite a bit of light body hair. The Jimani men have only a little pubic and underarm hair. Even their facial hair seems minimal, and they always seem to shave the little they have by some means. The tribe I studied in South Africa had a very poor diet and often went hungry. Millions of mosquitos and other bugs spread diseases. Many South African natives were sick and some even died of malnutrition while I was there. Their bodies were usually misshapen (according to our Westernized standards). The South American tribe was better nourished, but these Jimani people are actually robust, well-muscled and many are very good looking... even downright beautiful (or handsome) by our standards. Flying and crawling things barely exist on this island, and disease seems rare. Not only are the physical features of these people generally very beautiful, but they also keep themselves looking attractive by our Western standards. Their diet is filled with fruits, yams and vegetables, and only once or twice a month does a pig or a few chickens get slaughtered for a tribal feast. Early traders brought some animals and other foods that now grow in abundance. Daily the Jimani's use coconut oils to rub on each other, keeping their skin moist and glowing. Women are shapely and their breasts don't seem to sag until they're quite old. The men play hard, run competitive races, climb trees, swim, dive, paddle their simple canoes, and are very athletic. Their favorite competition seems to be running on the sandy beach. There's a long race all around the island that appears to happen every full moon, and the regular winners are treated with special respect. Some of the older men have little "belly's," but even the middle age males are usually trim and fit. I began life on this island in a tent. Eru showed me this dilapidated hilltop hut the missionaries had made. It was about a ten minute walk up a hill from the main tribal village. You could see a beautiful ocean bay and there was usually a tropical breeze to cool things off. I decided to clean it up and use it. Eru helped. Three other young men from the tribe came with him to work on it for a few days, too. By that time I'd decided that being naked helped convince them I was not a missionary, so I left my shorts in my foot locker and quickly got used to the wonderful new freedom. One of the young men had a name that sounded like Karu. To me he was very handsome, perfect skin, beautifully muscled, and probably about 20 years old. He wore the headband that signified he was the current top runner of the tribe. I'd seen him in the village and he'd always smiled warmly. He appeared to have a playful personality. Every time I noticed him he seemed to be watching me. Now, as Karu helped rebuild the hut, he seemed to go out of his way to be friendly to me. He clearly was intrigued by seeing me naked and closely watched my long, swaying penis. I was a little bigger than the tribesmen in that department, too, and I was also circumsized. That was a phenomenon unknown to them. One day, after my hut had been made liveable, it rained very hard. Rain was common and a welcome relief from the heat. I always collected the rainwater in a special contraption rigged in the trees to use for drinking and cooking. There was usually an overabundance of the rainwater so that I could take softwater baths and mini-showers, too. This particular cloudburst was quite heavy. I had decided not to walk down the muddy trail to the village that day. I made some notes for a while and then got out of the hut to enjoy the downpour, walk around naked in the warm rain and do some thinking. I'd been doing some sexy day-dreaming and was a bit aroused. I heard some "ah-woo" sounds and knew someone was coming. Karu stepped into the clearing, grinning and waving. I waved back. I was really glad to see him. He athletically jogged toward me with his eyes openly gazing at my partial swelling. The tribal greeting was a hand on shoulder thing I'd learned. Karu and I did that, and then I pulled him into a short hug. We stood close trying to communicate. I pointed to the sky and used the few Jimani words I knew to indicate that the rain was good. He smiled. Their "yes" nod was the same as ours. After we played a little of the friendly Jimani tag game I'd learned, I motioned for Karu to follow me into the hut. I had towels, so I briefly wiped the rain from his beautiful body. He was wearing only his penis horn. He followed my lead and did the same for me, very openly brushing the towel against my penis in the process. I was feeling very sensual and immediately some swelling returned. To stop anything else from happening, I turned from Karu, took a Sterno can from my supply, heated some water and made some tea. I had a supply of sweet crackers I was hoarding, but this was a very special occasion so I broke out a package. It was a strange and wonderful time. Karu and I communicated a lot without talking... a lot of "I really like you" smiling, a word or two of Jimani, and two or three English words Eru had taught him. "Good" described the tea and crackers, and he pointed at me and himself and said "man." At one point Karu pointed at his horn shrouded penis and smiled, then pointed out the window at the rain. He got up, went outside, and I decided he had to urinate. When he returned his rope belt and horn were left on the step and he was also totally naked with his penis probably slightly expanded and the foreskin partly pulled back. Karu was totally wet again. I couldn't resist the opportunity, since he intrigued me so much. I took the towel and proceeded to dry him again. This time, without the horn in the way, I brushed the towel over his penis as he had done to me earlier. His hand reached for my shoulder, he moaned as if it felt very good, and his medium thick 6 inch member quickly swelled to a full erection. I almost panicked. I'd never gotten personally involved with any of the subjects of my studies before. I quickly smiled, indicated I needed to urinate, and went outside in the rain to relieve myself and think. When I returned Karu was standing just under the thatched roof, waiting for me with a broad smile, a full erection protruding from his handsome body. He had the towel in his hands. He carefully dried me, taking a very long time to rub my genitals until I, too, had a fully hard upright penis. Karu laid the towel down, lightly touched the shaft of my very thick 8 inch organ and said again, "Good." I was feeling incredibly lustful. I could think of nothing else to do but pull him to me. We held each other for a long time in a full body embrace, or erect penises side-by-side and pressed against our stomachs. It was a new and absolutely incredible sensation for me. The Jimani's didn't understand kissing, so I suppressed my urge. I knew that anyone could come up the trail from the village and see us, so I was somewhat in fear. I also knew we could dare go no further with our building lust, even though Karu's body was moving enough against mine to create tremendous stimulation. I decided to go outside in the rain and get playful to cool things off. There was a naturally grassy area just outside the hut, so I led him out there and we played a strange game of tag, running and chasing each other. Every time we got close he would carefully reach for my penis. Karu never seemed to lose a bit of his own erection. A few times we fell in the wet grass. That would lead to a little wrestling, which ended up in more body to body and penis to penis contact. To break the mood, I took off running down the fairly steep trail toward the ocean. He loped effortlessly behind me. We ran in the heavy downpour along the sandy shore. I loved to run. It was my main exercise, and Karu obviously loved it, too. We fell together into the ocean surf and playfully splashed and wrestled in the shallow water for a while. When we'd run back up the hill to my hut we were both breathing hard and fell together onto the wet grass. A little more wrestling led to a long, very sensual embrace. We both had again sprouted full erections. Karu looked for every excuse to brush his hand over my hardness. I couldn't resist a little reciprocation. Since we were totally rain- washed, we went inside and used the towel again on each other. Before he'd finished with me I was very close to an orgasm. Although I used no clock, I knew that Karu had stayed for many wonderful hours. When he finally left, it was with another very long "goodbye" embrace and much more touching. He walked toward the trail in the rain with his horn in his hand because it would never slip over his hardness. I was confused and distraught. I was a married man who had never been involved with another man. I had known since I'd arrived on the Jimani island that I was strangely attracted to the beautiful men of the tribe far more than to the women. It was the first time in my memory that such a thing had occurred. Up to that time I'd always worn shorts when I went to the village. The next day I walked into the tribe's clearing, as I did almost every day, and this time received an unusually warm welcome. Eru saw me first. He said something loudly, and soon I was surrounded by many others. They crowded close. If they weren't all smiling at me and jabbering happily with each other I would have been alarmed. The only reason I could guess for the strange reception was that Karu had said something. Two or three of the older men were there, many of the women and children, and five or six of the young men. Eru indicated that most of the others in the tribe were out working, including Karu. Eru was standing next to me. His hand moved to touch the buttons of my shorts. "Okay?" I nodded, not knowing what he meant. As the others watched, Eru unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them to the ground. My studies and experience have taught me there's one international way to express pleasure. The gathered natives took one look at my naked form and all applauded. I guess they all knew then that I was no missionary. One boy about ten years old moved close and carefully touched my flaccid penis. The smiles and happy jabbering continued, but it didn't appear like anyone was trying to tell the child that he was wrong. A girl of about twelve standing next to me attempted to ask me something and then bent to look closely as she too, carefully touched my genitals. Eru said "skin," and I guessed they were concerned or curious about my lack of foreskin. I never wore clothes around the Jimani's again. I never wore a horn, either, since there didn't seem to be any around that would fit me and they seemed uncomfortable. From that day on the whole tribe began to start treating me like I was one of their own. A few days later, just before a special feast for some occasion, one of the older men came up to me with the girl that had touched my genitals. He was trying to say something. I went to get Eru to find out what the man wanted. He said the man was offering me his daughter. She was a very beautiful young girl and would have been very valuable to the man... worth maybe 10 or 15 pigs or 25 chickens. I smiled, embarrassed, thanked him through Eru's interpretations, and shook my head "no." The feast that night was intensely erotic. The celebration started at sunset and seemed to go on through much of the night. They had roasted a pig that day. There was also many yams and much fruit available. The evening was filled with feasting, dancing and very sexual entertainment. A bowl of what we Americans often call "grog" was being passed around. It was passed to me. It was more potent than any other stimulant I'd ever tasted. Three handsome young men began a dance without their horns. Their penises flopped and slapped their thighs because of the movements they had chosen. Before long, three beautiful younger girls began to dance with them. They danced body to body, bending backward so that they could suggestively rub their genitals against each other. As the gyrations became more and more hedonistic and the genital touching began creating erections, I noticed that other tribespeople sitting near me were slowly starting to touch each other. The six dancers changed partners a lot as they improvised their performance. Sometimes they were paired... two, two, and two... a girl and a boy touching and caressing each other. Then it became three and three... two girls and a boy, two boys and a girl, with all of their contacts sexually oriented. There was much rubbing and even some oral contact as they climbed over and fondled each other. Soon the pairings changed again, two boys, a boy and a girl, and two girls. Mouths, tongues and fingers were everywhere. I looked around me to see if the children were also watching. They were! Some of the children were tightly holding each other as they sat interspersed among the crowd. I sat cross legged on a mat in the second row of our "theater in the round." Two older men sat together on a mat to my left. I glanced in their direction and was shocked to see that they were slowly stroking each other's erect penises as they watched the performers. There were many athletic variations of the famous 69 position as the six dancers climbed over each other. The young girl sitting in front of me leaned back so that her head could use my calf for a pillow. She was heavily under the influence of the "grog" and her own profligate lust. She was freely caressing her own genitals with both hands. Her body was writhing and she was moaning in response to her ministrations. I watched as she had an intense orgasm right in front of me. Karu crowded in beside me from somewhere. We nuzzled together and his hand slipped to my inner thigh. I noticed his penis was erect. The celebration quickly became an unbelievable orgy. Almost everyone was now distracted from the entertainment to begin their own sex play with the closest person they could find. I saw nobody having intercourse. They were just rubbing against each other, fondling, licking and sucking. I appeared to be the closest person Karu could find. The whole area became a sea of writhing bodies and we were in the middle of it all... a naked, tall, blue-eyed blond Scandinavian man among almost two hundred beautiful dark haired, brown bodies. Karu began to touch and caress my erection. His other hand ran over the short soft blond hairs on my leg. I hesitated, then reciprocated. Even though there was a lot of mouths and tongues touching genitals, I could only feel comfortable with manually stimulating the beautiful young man who was providing me with such amazing physical sensations. His hands felt wonderful as the slipped over my penis and lightly also moved over the soft, short body hair on my legs, chest and stomach. I continued to stroke Karu's very perpendicular penis. Touching felt as wonderful as being touched. When I pulled his foreskin back, I could tell that his glans was extra sensitive. I took care to only graze it lightly from time to time as I massaged his hard organ. I was shocked to feel his penis begin to wildly throb so quickly. Almost instantly, as his body shook, a flood of his sticky cream gushed into my hand and over his torso. It was clear from the sounds around me that other orgasms were taking place, but Karu's quick reaction to my untrained activities was a big, extraordinary surprise. I'd never ever masturbated another human before, much less a male. Seeing the euphoria I'd created for Karu may have played a roll in my own quick release. The man next to me watched. The girl who had laid her head on my calf turned around to see what was happening because my body was starting to quake. Oblivious to my audience, I leaned back against Karu and allowed his hand to pump a large load of my own juices out onto my lap. The girl tentatively reached out and touched some of my fallen semen. She put her finger to her mouth to taste, then looked at me and smiled! Up to that time in my life everything sexual had always been very private. I felt very self-conscious and paranoid until it became clear that the tribe felt very honored by my free and full participation. There seemed to be no problem with me turning down the offer of a beautiful young girl from the tribe and then accepting Karu's manipulations, either. He very freely embraced me right in front of many others as the celebration was ending. I hesitated, then knew it was alright. I squeezed Karu to me and held him tightly as our bodies and hardening penises pressed together. When we finally separated some minutes later we both were fully erected. A little clapping broke out from those who saw my large, engorged member before it began to wilt. I was definitely larger in every way than any of the tribesmen. Eru patted me as I was about to walk to my hut. "Good," he said, smiling. I took a bath in the moonlight. I had both a bed and a hammock to sleep in. Almost always I chose the wonderful, big soft sheet- covered bed. That morning, though, as the sun was about to come up I laid in my hammock. My brain was racing as I thought about all I had seen and done. My mind settled on thoughts of my handsome young friend, Karu. I now knew that anything we did together could be discovered and would either not be judged at all, or would be considered "good." I wondered what the future would hold, and how this total involvement with the tribe would effect my work. I had certainly violated all my own personal rules of anthropological ethics, and was eagerly planning to do it some more. I masturbated to another massive orgasm. When I awoke the sun was high in the sky. I made myself a breakfast, bathed again, and then set out to write two sets of notes about what had happened. I wanted to record the celebration while my memories were fresh... one set of notes from the viewpoint of an observing anthropologist, and one set for myself from the perspective of an orgasmic participant. Never in my life had I imagined I'd see, much less participate, in such a wildly wanton orgy. The tribe was now very friendly every time I walked down to the village. Karu's eyes lit up when we saw each other. He openly and very fondly embraced me the next day when he came back from gathering some food to discover I'd arrived. The Jimani's didn't comprehend the concept of hiding feelings, and Karu's very sensual emotions for me were wonderfully unmistakable. At first I feared I was being identified as homosexual because Karu and I had been so openly attentive to each other, but the tribe didn't appear to understand that concept and undoubtedly didn't care. Since they'd never seen packaged products, maybe they just couldn't understand labels. Three days after the celebration it rained again. I awakened in the middle of the night to hear the tropical downpour. Near morning the rain was becoming a full fledged storm with some gusting winds and a little lightning and thunder. I got up to drop the moveable mat walls of the hut to keep the rain from getting inside. I found a top sheet and light blanket and started to cuddle back in my wonderfully comfortable bed. Life was really good! I loved tropical rain storms! "Ah-woo." It was only a very faint sound in the wind. I heard it again. Even though it was very early in the morning and not yet light, I knew that Karu had come to visit. I went outside and saw him at the edge of the clearing in the faint glow. I motioned for him to come and he ran to me. I was wet from standing in the rain and Karu was soaked. He had taken off his horn and rope belt and was holding them in his hand. We embraced... two warm and very wet bodies pressed tightly together. Karu dropped his horn on the wet ground. My passions had instantly awakened, as had my sleeping giant penis. As I held my love I felt his hardness against my thigh. I forgot myself and kissed his cheek. He awkwardly tried to return the favor. Eventually we broke our hold on each other and went inside. I got the towel. I dried his handsome young body, concentrating on his engorged penis. He was barely dry when he took the towel from me and began to rub me, carefully drying my raging hardness. We spoke not a word, but there was more communication between us than most people ever experience. I picked his firm, muscled body up in my arms like a baby, kissed his cheek again out of habit as we smiled at each other, and then I took him to my bed. The next hours were delirious, glorious, amazing. We loved each other as completely as we knew how... starting with simple touching, fondling and curious manual exploration. That quickly produced an orgasm each, which took the immediate pressure off of our passions. Then, at a more leisurely pace, we returned to embracing, squirming against each other and kissing. Karu was quickly learning the secrets of our great lip locking tradition. He laid his body across mine, face to face, body to body, and toe to toe. For a long time our hands and lips caressed each other and our hard penises lovingly dueled between us. We were side by side for a while, with arms and legs wrapped around each other, and then I was totally spread out on top of him for many minutes as his fingers journeyed over my back, shoulders, buttocks and thighs. For some strange reason, even though it had never happened before, I wished he would have penetrated me with his roving fingers. I'd never done anything anal. It was a totally new desire. I'd never seen anything anal happen among the tribe during their orgiastic celebration either, so I refrained from the experimentation. I raised up from Karu and began to kiss his chest. His eyes closed as if to intensify the sensations, but his hands continued to stroke my body. Slowly my lips drifted over his stomach. His back arched off the bed as he writhed and contorted under me. My lips had barely touched the shaft of his penis when he began to moan. I knew from his movements that he was only moments from ecstasy again, so I slipped my lips over his tender glans. Almost instantly he erupted as his body savagely thrashed in my arms. I sucked in his curiously wonderful tasting seed, continuing to swallow the magnificent offering he'd provided. I'd seen oral sex at the tribal orgy, but I'd never experienced it before in my life. We laid tightly together in each other's arms as if dozing. Karu had never before been in a soft bed or slept on a sheet. He was clearly in heaven as his body lightly moved against mine. The rain continued to pound down on the little hut and the wind caused the mat walls to shudder. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have this handsome young man in my arms and to have his whole muscular body closely pressed against mine. I was almost asleep when Karu began to stir again. Very slowly, as if at half-speed, he positioned himself over me to begin his own oral explorations of my awakening body. Our eyes met and very loving smiles passed between us. I said, "I love you," but, of course, he didn't understand. His voice was very soft and low as he said some native words. I could only guess at the meaning. He certainly knew more about "love" than anyone I'd ever met before. His tongue began to play with the tiny, soft hairs of my chest, and then his mouth moved to my nipples. One by one he expertly licked and nibbled the little nubbins until they were both as hard as little rocks. He took his sweet time, making me squirm with lust as he tended to my needs. It was clear that Karu was an oral artist. He worked his tongue magic on different areas of my physique and quickly determined which parts were very erotic and which were less so. For instance, I learned through my experience of watching the Jimani tribe that since their scrotum and testicles were always exposed and in touch with the elements, they had lost their sensitivity and didn't seem to be a source of much pleasure. However, because they were uncircumsized and the glans of their penis was rarely exposed to touch, I knew that the penis head was the root of extreme sensations and could easily even be overstimulated. Karu quickly discovered that I was the opposite, and he exploited his findings to the fullest. My scrotum was intensely tender and filled with erotic sensations, while the head of my circumsized penis was almost anesthetized from rubbing against things all my life. After a long period of tongue teasing, Karu began to expertly suck, using his tongue for extra stimulation in the process. Never in my life had I even imagined the sensations that swept over my body as he used both hands, all ten fingers, his lips and his tongue to arouse and titillate me. My explosion was massive. Karu sucked down every drop of my love offering as my pleasure-wreaked body contorted in his hands. We slept together tightly wrapped in each other's arms as the storm raged outside. When his bladder forced Karu to get up, he went outside and was gone for a long time. I got up to see if he'd left. I saw him half way across the clearing in the wind and heavy rain tugging a large hemp bag toward the hut. It turned out to be a large supply of fruit. One of the stores that I had shipped in whenever the supply plane came was large industrial size boxes of oatmeal. I guessed that Karu had never tasted the stuff. I cooked up far more than enough for two and then stirred in some of the sweet fresh fruit and coconut milk. We sat on the soft floor mats and ate together, sometimes getting playful and messy while feeding each other. I started to teach him how to use a spoon, but a lot of our mutual feeding was done with fingers. Soon, both of us were rolling around together on the messed up mat, covered in the gooey mixture. The playfulness soon became very erotic. I stroked Karu's oatmeal covered cock, and then used the hard probe to dip oatmeal out of the bowl. I ate the stuff off of him while he was doing similar things to me. He exploded! Some of his semen fell on me and the mat, and a few drops fell in the oatmeal bowl. We finished our sloppy and newly flavored breakfast anyway. He used my penis as a spoon for the gruel too, and soon I filled his mouth with my seed. My relationship with Angela had been very correct. "Stuffy" was a good word to describe her. I'd never had the opportunity to have such playful companionship. Sometimes Karu and I were very loving, and sometimes we were like two cub bears. That stormy day involved a lot of both. We went outside to hand wash each other in the rain, taking the mat out for cleaning in the process. I had often washed sheets, towels and clothes during rainy days. I'd hang the washed materials in the rain to be rinsed, and then they would dry when the sun came out. I never needed to wash clothes anymore because I never wore any, but Karu and I washed the spent bodily fluids from the sheets and towel we'd used. Then, we ran. Down to the ocean, and along the shore for miles. The rain washed our bodies of perspiration, and sometimes we'd fall together into the ocean to cool off and catch a breather. Karu was quickly learning how to kiss and our lips often locked together when we'd collapse into each others arms. We were probably half way through that rainy day when we returned to the hut. The wind had died down and we were now experiencing just a heavy downpour. We'd run together for many miles, finally charging up the steep hill from the ocean. We were both exhausted. The tribe had their own ideas about cleaning materials, but I had a storehouse of many bars of soap. We soaped each other thoroughly and very erotically, both ending up with full erections in the process. The rain again provided a rinsing shower to get the soap off. After seductively drying each other off one more time, we fell into the bed to hug, kiss, and doze. We slept and then we ate, again feeding each other and getting playful. Once I accidentally pressed a finger against Karu's anus as we were tussling with each other on the mats. He moaned, looked at me and smiled. He jumped in the hammock. I stood beside him, fondling him, and then stepped over the low hanging swing to straddle his body. He slipped his hands between my legs, lightly fondled my tender testicles, and then slid his mouth over my extended root. Karu's fingers slipped erotically up and down my anal crevice. I reached behind me to take his hand and press a finger against my tingling anus. His finger finally slipped in and, for a moment, I held his hand so the digit wouldn't slip out. His finger moved slightly. I inadvertently moaned. His mouth slipped from my penis, our eyes met, and he smiled. Knowingly! We played some more. For fun, I laid in the hammock on my stomach and let my long, thick erect penis hang down through the webbing. After Karu's hands moved over my light "fur" covered body, he laid on the mat below the hammock and slipped my penis back into his mouth. His fingers carefully pulled my scrotum down through the webbing too and then, as he laid on the floor under my swinging body, his mouth expertly made love to all of my genitals, my straining probe and then, testicle by testicle. It was again far too much euphoria to bear for long. I hung above Karu in the hammock as he laved and sucked. He was becoming so expert that he was now capable of swallowing almost my whole eight inch root. His expertise produced another mouth filling discharge which he hungrily devoured. He laid in the hammock the same way. I laid below him and returned the favor, using all my newfound knowledge to pleasure my beautiful lover in every possible manner. I loved the taste of Karu's seed. We made another meal together, then ate, played, washed in the rain, and again slept in each other's arms. Our communication increased through the day as we taught each other words to describe different things. I would give him the English word as I pointed to something, and Karu would give me the Jimani word. We laid in bed together as it started, so "arm," "finger," "bed," "hand," "penis," "testicles," "hut" and "mat" were where we started. We were both quick learners and quick "forgetters" so we quizzed and re-learned in between our loving and fondling sessions. The rain was down to a drizzle. We had one more playful episode as it started getting dark. I lit some candles, we laid together, caressed, and ended up just slowly rubbing our bodies against each other. Karu orgasmed first, and I followed a few minutes later. Some of what we'd done that day was playful, raw sex, but that candlelit session was tremendously tender, warm and loving. Karu finally had to leave. Parting was not easy and we both wept a bit in each other's arms. I watched his broad back and beautiful, muscular buttocks as he walked through the clearing and into the darkness carrying his horn and hemp belt. That stormy day spent with my beloved new friend was, by far, the most idyllic day of my life up to that moment. A clock now never played any part in my existence. I knew it was night when it got dark, and day when it got light. I also knew that my life would never be the same! I continued with my work, always keeping two journals. Daily I'd be with the tribe in the village. They were always very friendly and seemed to like seeing Karu and me in open embraces. Hardening penises were never hidden by anyone, and most in the tribe appeared to be actively interested in viewing (and sometimes touching) my erections. Each time it rained Karu would spend the day and possibly, even the night. Those times were almost always beyond my wildest expectations. All the tribesmen worked through the day gathering food, tending to their animals and crops. When it rained most of them took the day off. A day off, for Karu, meant coming to see me. I could hardly wait for rain! We'd begun doing a lot of anal fingering during our love sessions. Sometimes a full fingered probing would be an integral part of our mutual orgasmic explorations. Rainy days were much the same as those I've already described, yet they were also always different and very experimental. Sometimes we'd mutually masturbate each other. Sometimes one of us would lay on the towel on a mat while the other rubbed the greasy coconut oil into the other's body. We'd reciprocate, and then we'd often go on to servicing each other by mouth and deeply finger probing the other's hot, oiled anus. One rainy day Karu came early and stayed through the day and the night, not leaving until early the following morning. Even though the rain had stopped, that night he returned at about sunset, bearing fruit and yams. We ate together, conversed with single words and our eye contact, then became playful, and loving... and then... both. Karu left the next morning and returned that night. Clearly, the love of my life had moved in. I was overjoyed. Sometimes I'd be in the village when he returned from his daily labors, and we'd walk off to our hilltop hut together right in front of everyone. Every night we'd love and play, orgasm, cuddle and "talk." Our communication was as complete and comfortable as any I'd ever had with anyone. Daily I worked and wrote while Karu went to do his chores. Sometimes when he came home we'd go for a long run down the shore. I taught him how to do sit-up's, push- ups and other body-building exercises, as if he needed it. (Karu's work was manual while mine was much like "office work," but he always wanted to participate in whatever I did.) Nightly we'd "play house," cooking, eating, cleaning up and bathing together, followed by hours of at least double orgasmic passion (meaning two orgasms a piece for each of us) and then a night tightly pressed together in the big, soft bed. A race was planned. About four times a year all of the young Jimani males participated in a long naked run along the shore, cutting across the island at a narrow spot, and returning to the start/finish line. Eru chided me into participating. My almost daily marathons with Karu had prepared me well, and even though I was older than many of the participants, my long legs and conditioning propelled me to eighth place. Karu came in first, beating another slightly younger boy by only inches. That night there was another orgiastic celebration. It was much like the previous exceptionally wanton display of unbridled passions, except that this time, after the banquet and the "grog," Karu and I orally serviced each other out in the area where the dancers had been while most of the tribe approvingly watched. There seemed to be universal endorsement among the tribe of our love for each other. If I had not been so consumed with my love for Karu, there were many other princely young men with handsome bodies that could have stolen my affections. That night was the first time I saw some of the young tribesmen using their fingers to anally search each other, usually while their lips and tongues were engaged close by. I realized that anal activities were not off limits to these people, but well-oiled fingers seemed to be the only tool used. For some reason I'd been obsessing about my anus, yearning to have it probed. Anal sex was something I'd run across in my studies and I was very curious. I'd been deeply washing myself during baths and showers if Karu wasn't around, and I'd been using two fingers and the coconut oil the villagers had shared to try to satisfy the desire I had to have my anal orifice carefully and deeply explored. One evening, during a long and exhausting run, Karu fell into the ocean with me in one of our playful clinches. As I held him, one of my fingers strayed purposefully over his aperture. Almost as if in response, his fingers slipped up and down the crack between my nates. Earlier that day, while he was gone, I'd used a lot of oil and the cavity was still moist. We were thrashing around together lustfully in the salt water. As if to gain a wrestling hold as we played, Karu's finger found my opening. Once it slipped inside the oily moisture made it slippery. Dramatically, I flipped my head back and let out an ecstatic groan. It was a real expression, but I made it more theatrical than normal. It was clearly an invitation for Karu to explore more deeply... and he did! We played in the water for many moments before finally running back up the hill to our hut. We bathed each other to get the salt water off our bodies. Again, Karu's fingers explored me internally for just a moment. Again, I made it clear that the finger-search was exciting. I added some oil to my aperture as he watched. It was getting dark. I lit a candle and set it on the crude little table beside the bed. We fell into bed, embracing and kissing. We were side by side, passionately fondling each other. I raised a leg and laid it over his body. Karu's fingers strayed between my legs to fondle my testicles and then slip below them. I was stroking his pulsing manhood and lightly brushing his super-sensitized glans. We kissed, and then moved closer as we played. His penis was under my balls and his fingers stroked the crevice between my nates. After an almost unbearable wait, his fingers again moved to enter me. I was almost crazed with lust. As I fondled Karu's penis his passions began to build. He finally inserted a second digit. Two of his fingers were deeply probing me as I brought him to the brink. His breathing was very labored, his body shook, and his rummaging fingers were moving without much direction from his lust- crazed brain. Almost all of his semen spewed into my hand and over my scrotum as his violent orgasm rocked the bed. Our movement stopped. His fingers stopped moving but remained inside of me. We kissed again, more deeply than ever before, as lips sucked and tongues explored. For many minutes our kissing developed from simple lip touching to full "chewing" of lips, tongues, cheeks, noses and ears. Karu was getting more and more excited. I rubbed his expended semen into the crack below my scrotum. His penis had softened ever so slightly after his orgasm but now it was back to the state of full, pulsing rigidity. I rubbed Karu's drying love juices around his inserted fingers. He pulled them out. I pressed the juices into the cavity to add moisture. Karu seemed to know what was coming. I pulled us together and his firm member slid up the crack of my buttocks until his glans was positioned at the entrance to my inner sanctum. My hand held his throbbing organ. We repositioned slightly as I pressed the tip hard against my fiery aperture. The tip slipped inside. I gasped. Karu groaned. There was no real pain. I pulled him against me and he slipped deeper. Soon, Karu's pulsing penis was as deeply imbedded as our position would allow. His hips began to rotate. My body pressed forward to meet his small thrusts. Our lust intensified. His thrusts became deeper, and I rammed forward to maximize the depth of his penetration. Soon our bodies were crashing together as we both gave way to our carnal cravings. His breathing was again very labored. "Ooof!" The sound escaped him each time he slammed into me. The physical sensations were extraordinary. Something deep inside of me was being stimulated in a way I'd never before experienced. The pace changed often. We'd deeply kiss for a while as our bodies moved only slightly. Then the velocity would multiply. We'd crash together in total abandon. My penis involuntarily flooded Karu's stomach with a load of my seed. I'm not sure he realized what had happened. After slowing for a few moments, we again began fiercely slamming against each other, with Karu's penis reaching as deeply into my bowels as possible. This time there was no deceleration of the furious pace. Karu was a pool of perspiration. He was gasping for breath and panting as if a heart attack was occurring. Then, with a savage shudder and an "Ooof," his body froze as if paralyzed, and then I felt a flooding warmth deep within my core. We collapsed in each others arms, with Karu's root still planted deep in my innards. It must have been close to a half hour before we finally separated so I could use the towel to wipe us both off. We were both famished and made our dinner together in the candlelight. We embraced, kissed, hugged and fondled through a long and loving meal. Later we bathed and changed sheets, washing the used towel and sheets before we rinsed each other. We had added another exciting experience to our litany of love acts. Each night, and sometimes in the morning, we'd kiss, embrace, then stroke each others hardness. Once in a while the satisfaction of orgasm would come then and our sexual experience would end for the time being at that point. Usually we'd orally pleasure each other, and a few times a week Karu would fiercely probe my depths with his hard, throbbing tube. It was almost a month, and after a lot of experimentation, that Karu finally was able to comfortably receive my penis. The loving act of giving ourselves to each other seemed to be a very fundamental part of those anal experiences. On one wonderful, rainy day, Karu demonstrated how he'd practiced stretching himself to prepare for my invasion. He'd found some thick tree branches of the size and shape of my eight inch penis, debarked and whittled them until smooth, and then oiled them before working them into himself. Once in a while I wonder what I'll do when it's time for me to leave this place. I put off the thought, knowing that I will probably stay with Karu and the tribe and forsake my work as I've known it. Never have I been so loved and accepted. It's hard for a Westernized man to conceive of a life so totally free and non-judgmental. Karu and I have even more fully participated in two more tribal celebrations, finally sharing every aspect of our physical love for each other for the view and titillation of the others. One other young Jimani tribesman sometimes comes by to race with us to the water, swim, chase, and dash back up the hill. His name sounds like "Oru." We've included him in our mutual bathing and fondling, and Karu yesterday encouraged me to demonstrate my oral expertise to him. Then, when handsome young Oru was sated, we demonstrated each of our carnal acts to him as he stroked himself and watched. That day ended with kind of a threesome as I laid face down in the hammock with my erect penis again hanging through the webbing. Karu straddled the hammock, laying on my back so that he could again explore my anus with his hard probe. Oru watched for a while. Karu said something to him. Then, Oru laid under me and expertly serviced my penis and testicles with his mouth while Karu was slamming himself deeply into me from above. Karu has only lived with me for less than two months, but we have developed our communication skills to the point where he could probably at least function if lost in America. I now know enough of his language to be able to have simple communications with the rest of the tribe. I've been wondering in recent days if Karu could return to America with me for a few months when it's time for me to go back. My lectures would certainly have greater impact if the listeners could actually meet my handsome young friend, especially if he were to appear in his native feather headdress and horn. I guess I can delay that decision for at least two years. If you ever read this, you will know that such a thing had happened. I certainly will never leave this life and this island without my new physical, mental and spiritual partner. -0- NOTE: This story is from a series we call, "First Encounters of a Close Kind." If you like it, let me know. Drop an E-mail to b4@earthlink.net. I read each E-mail personally. Many more stories are ready and available. --- Bill Fore