HAWKS
by WANTOK

Hawks I

I was in the South Pacific, where the temperature each day was in the 30's
(Celsius) and the humidity rarely below 85%.

We all had someone to help around the house, usually for a half day a week.
My house-maid was nothing to talk about, but most of them weren't.   A
colleague at the institution I worked at had a maid named Susan come in and
wash and iron weekly, and she would join our Walking Club's trips once in a
while.  Susan liked to drop in and see me on her way home, and we'd have a
chat, a coffee and she'd head off.  She was as ugly as they come, with
teeth missing, tatoos on her face and so on, but still a delightful person
to chat to.  Improved my understanding of  the local language no end.

My first 12 months had finished and still not much social contact after
work. I wasn't interested in the girls, and the guys seemed much nicer
anyway, with their slim brown bodies and mops of curly hair.  Some of the
male students would give me a nice smile and once in a while, one of them
would drop by with a bag of laundry to run through my washing machine, but
I never suspected they were checking me out.  

The community of locals gossiped a lot, and there was nothing they didn't
know about their bosses - often information picked up from magazines and
books left laying around, evidence of visitors and so on.  There were one
or two pleasant lasses on the staff who were happy to come around for a
meal, and I suspect much more, had it been offered, but I didn't want to
start something I might regret.  I think Susan knew I was getting lonely,
as she arrived on the front steps one Saturday morning, asking for some
advice about buying some land for her vegetable garden.

She was accompanied by a small group of people, as they were on their way
to the markets.  I asked her in and she was followed by a few teenage kids
and younger, and finally a lovely 1.8m (6ft) lad, aged about 19 or 20, all
smiles and big white teeth, and dying of embarrassment being in a white
man's house.  I was introduced to him and learned that his name was Hawks,
which the locals pronounced Hox.   I poured out ice water from the fridge
for everyone, and added a good helping of orange cordial, and we sat and
chatted about all sorts of things.  Then Susan got to the point.   It just
so happened that her nephew Hawks was looking for work, and did I know any
staff member who might need some gardening done.

Well, I mentally sacked my Gardener on the spot, eyed off the dirty plates
on the sink and suggested that Hawks might like to help me in the garden
and in the house sometimes, thinking that he would be a nice visitor to
have once in a while.  He was quite a well-built lad, and the muscles
rippling through his tee shirt set my eyes alight.

Everyone looked dutifully surprised that it was me who might want to hire
Hawks, but they knew I had an empty house to myself, and sharing your
things is very much a local custom.  However, there was an apparent
problem;  Hawks had no family in the area (not true - but who cares) who
would normally supply a room or a bed, so he would have to 'live-in' with
me.   I tried not to pant too heavily, but suggested that as my house was
empty but for me, there was a spare room with single bed, if he really
wanted to stay.  Staff houses were quite comfortable, with living room,
kitchen, laundry, bathroom, main bedroom and spare room, all equipped with
roof fans.  I was getting very bored with myself and the tv for company at
night, and as staff were not encouraged to go outdoors after 6pm for
security and malarial reasons, it would be nice to have someone to chat to.

So it was arranged.  I was close to broke, but in return for food, a roof
over his head, free tv, a few clothes and a spot of pocket money, he would
stay with me and also act as guard and companion.  He didn't speak a word
of English,  but his smile crossed all barriers.

The first week worked out fine.  He was fascinated by my  cooking (a male
doing the cooking!), especially on an electric stove, but he never did
figure out the microwave.  He pottered in the garden a bit, talked a lot to
friends in the street, a practice I encouraged, as these guys were
friendly, (good looking too) and kept an eye on the place in case of
strangers.  We started exchanging words of our own languages, and he loved
to sit and watch the tv.  His village had no services apart from a nearby
river for water, and there was no power, let alone have tv with near-naked
females throwing their bosoms all over the screen. A choice of channels was
quite OK as far as he was concerned, especially as the overseas ones were a
bit more broad-minded than the local channel.   One BBC program showed a
dentist screwing his receptionist in the dental chair, and Hawks was really
squirming, trying to straighten his shorts out, and obviously had a king of
a hard on. By the time the dentist had finished what he had started, with
the chair at quite an odd angle, Hawks was breathing heavily, and I could
see from the adjustments he was making, something was pushing his shorts
way out.  He was sitting on the floor with his shoulders resting against my
knees, so I reached down and gave his hard cock a friendly squeeze, and I
was given a big grin in return, and he had a good feel to see if I was
hard, which I soon was.

The week went quickly, with  Hawks in the spare room and I had the double
bed.  The domestic arrangements worked out well, and I discovered that he
liked having his back scrubbed in the shower, but I didn't try anything
else on.   He also enjoyed wandering around the house with just a bath
towel on, showing a large bulge underneath.   Saturday rolled on, and we
jumped into the Suzuki and into the big `city'.   We tried out a few of the
shops, and we eventually got Hawks fitted out with  boots, new jeans,
stockman shirt and some sunnies.  He was wrapt and couldn't believe his
luck.   I also bought him some bathers, as I liked swimming in the hotel
pool, and as I intended to take this brown Greek God with me, he had to be
dressed properly.  The hotel staff got a bit shitty if folk jumped in
wearing trousers or shorts.  This little shopping expedition used up my
week's budget, but what the hell!

He was a mighty figure in and out of the pool, and one of my colleagues
saw me and dragged me to one side and whispered "how the bloody hell did
YOU get someone so nice to play with".  I knew this guy was gay, but he
didn't even suspect that I might be.  I just grinned and didn't even
suggest that as far as I knew, Hawks was as str8 as they come.  My
colleague's boyfriend was a beautiful guy from the islands, so I don't know
what he was whining about. 

So the end of the day rolled on, we went home and cooked dinner and watched
the box for a while ( thank God for satellite tv.  The local tv was awful!)
Then surprisingly, Hawks said he was heading off to bed.  Normally he
stayed to the last program, and then I have to turn off lights to get him
to bed.

So I watched telly for another half hour, and then packed it in, turned off
the lights and walked tippy toe past Hawks bedroom.  I dropped all my
clothes, turned on the roof fan, and as usual, climbed into bed stark
naked, to counter the night-time 95%+ humidity.  As I groped my way onto
the bed, I was suddenly aware that in the dim light, there was a large set
of white teeth grinning at me!   Hawks hadn't gone to his bed, but had
sneaked into mine, and was waiting for me.

We had never talked about sexual preferences, which is not surprising as we
hardly spoke more than a few words of each other's language, but Hawks was
lying in bed, and he grabbed me and gave me a large hug, more or less to
say thanks for the clothes I guess. He must also have taken a large warm
cucumber to bed, or he was very pleased to see me :-).  He had one very
large cock standing up hard and sticking into my navel, which was soon
matched by mine.

After we'd held each other for a while in a nice tight hug, he started
moving around a bit, and his cock was rubbing up and down on me, and of
course this was rubbing my cock too. I held our two cocks together and
started rubbing both of us.  He really enjoyed this, and started squirming
around more.   He experienced his first ever French kiss, and he sure
learned rapidly!   He had his tongue darting around mine in no time.  I
broke our long kiss and worked down to his nipples.  These were quite
large, and they had hardened up and were as erect as a young girl's.  I
nibbled and sucked on each of them in turn, with Hawks gently groaning at
this new experience.  Then I crawled down the bed a bit, and took his cock
between my lips.  I know he had never had sex before, and this was really
getting to him.  He was groaning with pleasure, and started thrusting into
my mouth.

Hawks' balls were starting to tighten up, I could see that things were
getting serious. I tweaked his erect nipples which by now were as hard as
rocks.  His thrusting started speeding up and his groans were growing more
frenzied. I tasted a small sweet drop of what was to cum, so I gave him one
more deep suck, and backed off, holding his cock with one hand and gently
massaging him.  It was just in time for him, as he gasped loudly and shot
his load over his stomach and up to his chest. It seemed never-ending, and
he lay there pumping until it reduced to a dribble, and Hawks was a
heaving, groaning mass.  The only light was a faint glow from the security
lights outside, but as his skin was black, the white cum stood out, and
this was slowly running down his navel.

I let him get his breath back, and then directed his hand back onto my
cock.  But he went down the bed a bit and made a few tentative licks at my
cock, his first ever I suspect, then took the plunge, and engulfed me
completely.   He licked me all around, and I could feel his tongue working
around the tip of my cock, and then he would swallow me as far as his
throat would allow.   It wasn't long before I pushed him off, as I was
close to cumming, and he very expertly bought me to a climax with his hand,
and my load also shot over my chest.  After we'd cleaned up, we cuddled
into each other's arms, and slept the sleep of the angels, with not even
the pack of mad dogs in the street waking me once that night.

Once Hawks had proved to himself where my interests lay, he very kindly
used to ask if someone could come and stay the weekend or sometimes the
week.  It was soon obvious to me that the lads in these villages are quite
used to a bit of playing around, and invariably I would find either a hot
cock thrust into my back, or into my hand, as there was no spare sleeping
space other than half my double bed.  No doubt there was some pre-selection
by Hawks in this state of affairs, but I never again had to suffer from
that curious malady known as "blue balls".  Hawks interests were very much
with the young ladies, but he made sure I was well supplied with MOTSS. I
know for a fact that over the previous  years of colonisation, a number of
senior people in the government had been raised by white men in similar or
more intimate circumstances, and they all grew up to become happily married
family men, with a good education behind them, sponsored by their white
`father' ....

A few weeks later, Hawks suggested that I should visit his village and stay
overnight, as it was bloody miles away.  There was a hot and dusty four
hour drive followed by a two hour trek through the jungle, across rivers
and up the side of a mountain before the little wooden huts and their grass
roofs were sighted.  Once there, I was so pooped that I was glad to get to
bed early, but discovered that Hawk's twin brother was just as handsome as
he was, but a lot randier. He came home with us that weekend, as did many
of his friends over the next year or so.   Also, someone else wanted my
attention before I got any sleep.   But that's another story......  ;-)


Hawks II

I arrived at the village, pretty  tired.  It was a four hour drive from the
city on roads which followed the sides of the mountains, with incredible
drops into the river below.  When I dared look on one occasion, I could see
the wreckage of a white van way down below and was told that this had been
an ambulance, full at the time with the patient and all his relatives.   I
hugged the sides of the hills even closer, and kept driving through rivers,
under jungle canopy, and eventually parked next to the local school house.

Then we hoisted our rucksacks onto our shoulders and headed up the sides of
hills, across another river and through a few acres of mud.  Eventually we
arrived at a little group of wooden huts, most with grass roofs, some with
galvanised iron.  These huts were built on the side of a steep hill, and
while the front door was level with the ground,  looking out the back
'window' was enough to give you vertigo.

In the centre of the village was a sort of communal house, and this was
used mostly by the unmarried men and the youth of the village as sleeping
quarters.  The young ladies of course stayed with their parents.

When I'd recovered my breath, I headed off to meet  the folk I was staying
with, and was told that I'd be sleeping up top with the other guys, but
eating in the main hut with the family.

It was getting dark by now, and a kero pressure lamp was lit and pumped up,
as well as a couple of hurricane lamps.  There was no power of course, and
people sat around the fire at night, yarned for a bit, practiced on the
local wood and skin kundu drums and generally the place was in total
silence by about 9pm.

We headed up to the room I was staying in for the night, and was greeted by
about four other guys, all in their mid to late teens, and related to the
family I was staying with.  Hawk's twin brother Amos  beckoned me to put my
gear down next to him, where we were all sharing a large mattress and a few
blankets.  The village was at about 1500m (5000ft), so the evenings were
cool enough to need at least a blanket, and some clothes to sleep in.

The room was fairly crowded by  now, so we all snuggled up together, and
let the pressure lamp slowly die down, while we chatted and Hawks
explaining something or the other in his own language.  As it got dark,
Hawk's brother Amos snuggled his ass into my navel, and I had the thought
that maybe I wasn't going to get too cold, even though there was still a
gap between my back and the wall behind me.  Maybe Hawks had told Amos
about our sessions in town, and he was checking me out.

Just as the light gave a final flicker and went out, the outside door of
the room squeaked open, a few bare footsteps on the bamboo floor, and then
someone came into our room.  I thought that this was going to be a tight
squeeze for someone, when he stepped over towards me and lay down behind me
and shared a bit of the blanket.  I squeezed up a bit closer to Amos who
didn't seem to mind at all as he wriggled his ass even closer into me, and
the newcomer eased in behind me.

I was quite enjoying being hemmed in by two guys, and occasionally the
newcomer wiggled himself in a bit closer to me, and I remember thinking
that if this guy gets a hard on, there's not going to be much room left.

The breathing around the room slowly got heavier and slower, and total
silence reigned.  I was feeling a bit stiff sleeping on a wooden floor with
only a hint of a mattress under me, so I turned over on my back.  My
neighbour was obviously disturbed by my movement, and he rolled over so
that he was on his stomach. I think I must have nodded off or started
breathing heavily or something, because I became aware that there was an
arm draped over my chest.   This suited me fine, as I love a bit of close
contact, so continued to stay on my back and doze a bit more.

Then the arm moved slightly, and it was resting on my navel. This was
starting to interest me, and my cock gave a slight stirring as he too woke
up.   The hand gave another move south, and was now resting just at the tip
of my cock, even though it was under a pair of heavy jeans.  My cock grew a
bit more, and came up to meet the hand.  I continued to feign sleep, as I
was enjoying this too much to frighten my friendly neighbour away.

One more move of the hand, and it was now resting on my cock, which had
become quite hard.  A couple of friendly squeezes from the phantom hand met
with no opposition from me, so the hand moved up to the button on my jeans,
slowly unhooked this, next the belt and then ever so carefully, the zipper
was opened up, leaving my  cock pushing to break free of my Y fronts.

Again, I gave no hint of being awake, and the hand slowly worked under the
elastic until it was firmly grasping my rod, then down to my balls, where
he had a good explore with his fingers.  Then he came back again, and
slowly started jerking me off, stopping once in a while to explore the hole
in my cock and to rub his finger slowly around my tip.  This resulted in me
getting super-hard, and it felt twice as big as usual.  Then he loosely
placed his fingers around it, and massaged me quickly, then back to a slow
rate with his whole hand.

By this time I couldn't keep pretending I was asleep any longer, and
started thrusting up into his hand.  I lasted about 20 seconds longer, and
made a frantic grab for the box of Kleenex behind me, and just managed to
avoid fouling up the bedding completely. I seemed to keep pumping for
minutes, before I lay back, breathing very heavily, and still having no
idea who my  very friendly neighbour was.

After a couple of minutes, I was given a couple of shoves, and it was clear
to me that this guy wanted me to keep my jeans down, and to roll on my
side.  It had been obvious for a while that I wasn't the only one with a
king-sized hard on, as his was shoving into my leg, and he appeared to want
to shove it somewhere else as quickly as possible.  At some stage he had
pushed his jeans down to his knees, and there was nothing else under there.
 There was one hot cock pushing against my thigh.

However, I wasn't prepared for anal sex (these guys almost never use
condoms) and I had nothing with me.   So I reached out behind me, and
grabbed his hot and very hard cock.  He straight away started thrusting
into my hand, and I thought "this guy's cock is not all that big, but he
knows what he wants".    He lasted about 20 seconds too, as his cum shot
into my hand.  This added lubrication gave him a new burst of energy, and
he pumped for all his worth into my now moist hand.

I gave him a few Kleenex, and expected him to clean up and settle down for
the night.  However, after he cleaned up, he straightened up his jeans, and
tip-toed out the door, and presumably back to his own house.

Amos gave me a bit of a friendly wriggle with his ass, and whispered to me
"that guy is gay you know".  He had obviously been awake, and listening to
our every thrust and  move, and knew who the visitor was.  The following
day there was no hint of recognition from any of the lads, except one who
kept flashing a big grin to me.

About a year later, I was back visiting the village, and we had been out
bushwalking in some  steep jungle.   We stopped for a drink from a clear
stream and then we had a good hearty lunch from our rucksacks, and split up
and looked for a shady spot inside the forest to have a snooze before
heading back.

One of the group came up to me and lay down, and we both dozed off a bit.
This guy was the one I suspected who had entertained me so nicely, but up
till then I wasn't sure.  However, just as I was dozing off all doubt left
my mind, when his hand reached over to my shorts, and started massaging my
cock.  I leaned over and did the same to him, and it was instantly obvious
that he had grown a helluva lot in the past 12 months, as one large dick
was pushing out under his shorts.  He started to give me a really nice
massage as I did the same for him.

Just then, people started stirring and making enough noise to warn me to
finish off so were unable to finish our joint exercises.  I suspect the
guys knew what might be going on, and were giving us plenty of warning.  A
pity we couldn't finish what we started...


Hawks III

After my second visit to Hawk's village, his twin brother Amos asked if he
could come back to the town with me, and stay a few days at my house.  I
could see no problem with this, as he was as handsome as his brother, had
an even bigger smile, and was very nicely built.

So we all piled into my little four-wheel drive, and headed down the
mountains in time to arrive back before dark.  It was a long drive, and as
we slowly descended, the temperature rose, until we were back at the usual
30 degrees C and high humidity.  We arrived back into town at dusk as
planned, and unloaded the car and headed inside ready for a good shower.

We all cleaned up, and Amos insisted on wearing a tight-fitting white towel
around his waist, which hid nothing and accentuated his slim body and deep
tan skin.   While the meal was cooking, we settled down for some news on
tv, and introduced Amos to a few rules of the house, which were necessary
for a guy who had lived in a bush village all of his life.  (lifting lids
on the toilet, using paper, flushing, washing hands, to name a few)

I gave Amos some walking shorts which no-one seemed to own, and they were
way too small for me, and were about two sizes too small for him too.
However, he didn't object, and I certainly didn't, as they also gave an
excellent outline of what was underneath, which became a bit more obvious
when he noticed I was staring in that particular area.  

After dinner and the washing up was finished, we settled down to watch a
movie, and I was quite happy that Amos was sitting next to my chair.  He
was on the floor, which allowed me to give him a bit of a nudge and
sometimes ruffle his hair and rub his back which always resulted in a big
grin, and as the movie became more interesting, a quick glance down told me
the status of Amos' excitement.

I had to be ready for work in the morning, so I told the guys that Hawks
could sleep in his bedroom, which he used if I had a new guest and as I
wasn't sure what Amos wanted, pulled out a spare mattress and lay this on
the living room floor with a sheet, and suggested they turn in fairly soon.

Hawks was in his bed and asleep in minutes from the sound of things, and I
settled down in bed with a book for a while.  A few minutes later I decided
that I should have one last drink of water before falling asleep, so padded
down into the kitchen as quietly as possible, and had my drink.

Just as I was tip-toeing out, I heard a hiss from the direction of Amos'
bed, so I went over to see what he wanted.  I was stumbling around in the
dark a bit, but managed to avoid the furniture and locate the mattress, and
knelt down to talk to Amos.  He didn't say a word however;  he just grasped
me around the shoulders and pulled me down, and gave me a great hug,
holding him close to me.

This was all very pleasant and gratifying, and I was quite happy to be held
closely with our cheeks against each other, and wondered if I would upset
things if I gave him a big juicy kiss, which his brother always enjoyed.
Before that could happen though, Amos grasped my hand, and pulled it down
to where his cock was.   This had obviously reacted to our nice hugging
session, and was quite firm and hard.  I had no idea what Amos' sexual
orientation was, as he was getting on for 20, and could no doubt wow most
young ladies with his smile and physique.

However he seemed more than happy to be holding me firmly with one arm, and
making sure that my hand stayed where he had left it, on top of his cock.
In case he was wondering what my next move would be, I lifted his other
hand onto me, and made sure that he was holding me too, so there we were,
each holding onto a hot cock, and not quite knowing what to do next.

I decided to make the next move, as I was more or less on top, so I gave
him a nice juicy kiss, and was rewarded with his tongue flicking over mine,
and then I put my tongue right inside his lips and explored around a bit.

Amos hadn't had a kiss like this before, and obviously liked it a lot, and
wasn't keen on me coming up for breath.  Meanwhile, my hand was doing some
exploring, and had manouvered under his shorts and I started to slowly
massage him, and judging from the low moans, this was being appreciated.
He had one king-sized weapon, and a bush of hair and balls to match.

Then Amos put his hand on my head, and started to gently push me.  For a
moment I thought he wanted me to leave, so I moved away a bit, only to be
firmly grasped around the back of the neck, and pushed down towards his
navel.   It was then clear that he wanted something more than my hand down
there, and as I was very certain that he was a virgin, wasn't too worried
about giving him a blow job.

I worked his shorts down over his hips and then manouvered myself over
Amos' hot and very hard cock, and started licking him around the tip, and
gently down his shaft.  Amos of course was moaning with pleasure, and
making small thrusting movements.

I decided not to keep the poor guy waiting any longer, and although he was
half-heartedly pumping away at my cock, I gave him a few more licks, and
then let his cock come into my throat as far as it could without choking
me.  By now, Amos was groaning with pleasure, and I started to tweak his
nipples which had grown hard like small pebbles, as his thrusting started
to gather speed.

To try and slow the action down a bit, I withdrew from his cock, and then
ran  my tongue up his navel to his rock-hard nipples, which I sucked on,
then moved up to his lips.  Amos liked this a lot, but was impatient for me
to get back to the real business, so I headed south again, and engulfed his
weapon in my lips, then again eased it down my throat as far as possible.

I could feel his quite large balls starting to withdraw, and it wasn't long
before the first sweet drop of pre-cum could be tasted, and Amos was
practically choking me as his pelvic thrusts became greater and faster.  

This was the time that I decided that he was nearing his peak, and I just
had time to release his cock from my mouth, when his load shot out over his
nipples, his chest, and the final spurt hit his navel.  I could see the
large white streaks of his cum slowly running down his stomach and forming
a pool in his belly-button.

Amos lay there speechless for a minute or two, while I grabbed a handful of
tissues to clean things up a bit.  Then I took his hand, and reminded him
that I still had a large, throbbing cock feeling lonely.  He rubbed a bit
of his cum onto his hand for lubrication, and then he expertly jacked me
off into a few more tissues.  I would dearly have loved him to suck me off
too, but I didn't want to go too fast.

The next few nights Amos stayed with us, were spent in a similar fashion,
but by now he was next to me in my double bed, which was far cosier, and I
was able to teach him a few more lessons in love and life.  I eventually
got my wish to be sucked off, and Amos was not bothered about taking my
full load down his throat.  After we'd both spent ourselves, we just lay
curled up against each other, and slept deeply.  A good way to relax on
those hot tropical nights.