Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 10:45:13 +0000 (UTC) From: steven smith Subject: My Fijian Houseboy's Brother - Gay male, Interracial My Fijian Houseboy's Brother By Roger Steele Please, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The year was 1966 and I was 19 years old but looked younger. I was working for an international bank in New Zealand when they decided to send me to represent them in Fiji for a year. It was a feather in my cap to be selected, but I was scared as I had never been away from home. Another cause for my apprehension was that I was gay and in those days that had to be kept a secret. I was a weedy little guy with glasses, a virgin, and I certainly did not expect that anyone would fancy me! The bank supplied me with a small apartment on the outskirts of Suva, and a houseboy, Kini. He was a fit teenager with chocolate brown skin. There were always members of Kini's extended family staying with him. I was particularly attracted to his older brother Peni, a strapping young man in his mid 20s. Peni had the powerful build of a rugby forward, with a deep chest and muscular shoulders. He was about twice my size. Peni usually shared a room with Kini and was happy to live with his younger brother rather in his village. The budget that I was given for housekeeping probably provided for the entire family. Despite my pleasant apartment and the friendly attention of Kini and his brother, and other family members who called around, I was a stranger in a strange culture and felt very much alone and more than a little homesick. Neither Kini nor Peni spoke much English. Kini did not like seeing me on my own, and without my knowledge, he spoke to his older brother - who offered to help. One night I went to bed early - there was no TV in those days. The nights were hot and I slept naked, with just a light sheet covering me. I awoke from dozing to feel a hand cupping my exposed buttocks. At first startled, I could see in the moonlight that my naked visitor was Peni. "Karshine" he said softly, which was a compliment. I was excited that Peni had come to my bed, and apprehensive about what was to come, but whatever was going to happen, I knew that I wanted it. Without more foreplay or ceremony, he deftly inserted a finger in my rectum and found my prostate. With his relatively massive body and strength, Peni soon had me positioned on all fours as he skilfully rubbed and stroked my prostate, giving me intense feelings never previously experienced. I was in the hands of a gentle and considerate lover and wanted to give myself up to him and his desires. I had waited for this long enough. After awhile, he removed his fingers from my rectum and I felt both strong hands grip my waist firmly - I wasn't going anywhere! A moment later, the mushroom head of his hard cock began firmly and insistently pressing against my virgin sphincter. I was expecting some pain, but with my desire to feel Peni inside me and his comforting skill, I was so relaxed that I almost drew him into me. When he was fully inside, I could feel every inch of him deep within me. I was experiencing a new, intense feeling of being filled by this large, warm, powerful organ. I could feel his groin pressed hard up against my small buttocks, and he gave me a minute or two to get used to the new sensation. Then he fucked me. His big balls were slapping against my arse cheeks as he thrust into me. I was totally caught up in the carnal act. He drove hard into me, gradually building the rate and the power of the thrusts. The rapid stimulation of my love canal took me to another state of being. I felt liberated to be a hot, sexual beast, and I was delighting in the new feelings that my native lover was giving me. For awhile he slowed down, and almost withdrew the large mushroom-shaped glans penis from my tight sphincter, but then pushed it back into me. He did this over and over and the stimulation was wonderful, and turned me on even more. Peni had been fucking me for about 15 minutes and it felt like 30 minutes. He moved sometimes slowly and passionately, and at other times, fast and furiously. For most of the time, I was supporting nearly his entire weight on my buttocks and back, as my lover thrust away, constantly changing the angle of penetration. The big man was grunting with the exertion and I could feel his warm sweat dripping onto my naked back. I could feel as he changed his position slightly to hold me tight against his groin while he knelt behind me, one hand went to my shoulder pulling me back onto his cock - and then he began to move towards a climax. He thrust deep into me, getting harder and faster, while all the time holding me tight against his body, like a powerful animal intent on breeding with the body beneath him. I could feel that this time there was to be no pause or going back. The minutes on the clock ticked by until he yelled "karshine", and I felt him spurt his love juices within me, over and over. In some ways it was a relief when he came as I was exhausted and sated, but when he withdrew his beautiful cock from my body I felt empty. I was happy in the knowledge that I still had his man seed deep inside me. Nothing more was said. Peni left the room as naked and quiet as he arrived. I rolled over and enjoyed the best sleep I'd had since arriving in Fiji. The next day I talked to Kini about what had happened - to let him know that I had enjoyed it very much. Kini was pleased for me, and not the least bit embarrassed by what took place with his brother. He explained that it was common for village youths to entertain older unmarried men. It was one way to prevent births outside marriage. He also told me that the head was taboo, because it was sacred, so that ruled out oral sex. However, nothing was considered sacred about the arse. After that first sexual encounter with Peni, I wanted to experience those feelings again. Peni was a confident, skilled lover and always considerate. It was all very matter of fact for him and he helped me to feel that it was not strange at all. He was not in my bed every night, but he came to me at least two or three times per week - and my year in Fiji flew by, all too quickly. It still seems strange and unsettling, but this did happen. It took my Anglo-Saxon reserve and inhibitions a long time to come to terms with "the bit of fun" we were having. Fiji has been westernised to such an extent that I don't think the same thing could happen in 2015. I could be wrong... Please, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please write to me if you have enjoyed this true story. I need encouragement to continue.Write to: Roger Steelessmundo06@yahoo.com.au