Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 10:50:28 +1300
From: gazebox@fastmail.fm
Subject: 'Carshine' Uncle Greg (MM, interr, anal)

(Usual disclaimers apply. This is fantasy - life is real, use a
condom).
It was a warm, tropical night when I left the pub. I strolled the
short distance to the boarding house where I lived. I'd had quite
a bit to drink so answered the call of nature in Mongoose Alley,
urinating against a palm tree.
Afterwards, as I was tucking my white dick back inside my shorts
I heard a deep voice say softly: 'Carshine!'
Now this 'carshine' was a compliment that Melenesian locals used
when they didn't know much of the English language. A shiny car
was something to be admired and so 'carshine' was a term of
admiration.
The man stepped forward, allowing the moonlight to illuminate
him. He looked to be only slightly older than my 23 years but he
was twice my size. He was naked apart from the sulu wrapped
around his hips.
I'd worked on this South Seas island for a couple of months. I
knew I was queer but my only contact had been with a much older,
domineering white school teacher. I'd been rogered by him but
only after he'd whipped my bare buttocks with a cane because
inflicting pain seemed to be the only way he could get an
erection. My backside hurt for ages afterwards.
He had warned me that the locals were homophobic and to stay away
from them. The native men were so manly and desirable that I was
nearly out of my mind with longing.
So, here I was in Mongoose Alley with a friendly native. The
drink I had consumed had dulled my fear.
His big hands were fondling my bum-cheeks through my shorts. I
could feel his hard penis pressing against me. I knew he only
wanted inside  my bottom because, to the locals, a man's head was
sacred, meaning that oral coupling was taboo.
I thought I heard a twig snap as though someone else was in
Mongoose Alley. My companion grabbed me by the arm and quickly
escorted me to a safer, more private area.
His hands tugged at my shirt. I unbuttoned it and he pulled it
off. He removed his sulu and in the bright moonlight I could see
his impressive manhood. I quickly shed my shorts. He turned me
around and admired my white buttocks.
"Carshine!"
I submitted to his finger penetrating my anal opening. Then he
used the root of a local plant to effectively anaesthetize my
tight hole so that
when his massive penis eventually broached my sphincter and
bloated my rectum, I felt no pain, just the fullness and warmth
of him joined to me in that most intimate way. Then he started
thrusting. The only sounds were the slap of his brown flesh
against my white flesh, and curious little farting sounds from
his own nether-opening.
I grasped the branch of a tree and stuck my boyish arse right
out. He gave me a right royal fucking, hitting my prostate more
often that not. I spunked, and the sensation was the best, ever.
I felt drops of his sweat on my back as his tongue nuzzled the
nape of my neck affectionately. He showed no sign of slowing
down. I squeezed my
sphincter around his big brown pole but that just encouraged him
to go even faster. I had never felt more alive and despite his
vigorous thrustings there was no pain. The contrast between the
cheerful sex from the Islander and my painful encounters with the
older white man, could not have been more great.
The illuminated dial of my wristwatch indicated his thick, uncut
penis had been thrusting inside me for nearly an hour before I
heard him sigh and wetness flooded deep inside my bowels. After a
time he pulled out of me.
We got dressed again. He led me back to Mongoose Alley and went
our separate ways. As the effects of the 'magic' root wore off I
began farting, uncontrollably, just like my friend in Mongoose
alley had. I wondered who my big brown lover had allowed up his
manly arse?
I was to have many more encounters with this man and also other
locals. They were all relaxed, caring but very enthusiastic
lovers who thoroughly enjoyed the novelty of having sex up this
white man's bottom. Their carefree, thoughtful attitude showed me
that sex between men can and should be for mutual pleasure.
'Carshine', indeed !

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