Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 18:15:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marooned 6

This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.


I'm an open-minded man and my ass is open too.  I never thought of myself
as a libertine, but I was certainly willing the let someone get his rocks
off in my hole as long as it was enjoyable for me. Actually, I was willing
as long as there was a possibility of pleasure for me. I was rarely
disappointed. As long as my partner made an effort I was willing.

Sex is a scientific requirement for all animal life.  It's a basic drive of
all animals. Without it life cannot continue. For human beings it's an art
too. There may be a potential for sex to get stale and repetitive, but that
has not been my experience. When Janus hoisted me up with most of my weight
supported by his cock, I felt like a new person.

I was twisted like a pretzel in his arms.  He was bouncing me gently, but
with each bounce his cock reached new depths in my ass. I knew his cock was
thick, but it seemed to get longer as I squirmed on his love pole. He was
very much in control and aggressive, but I felt he was very much interested
in my reaction. When I moaned, he smiled.

I'm heavy and he couldn't hold me for long. He lowered me to the ground,
then rolled me back on my shoulders.  He would fuck me like a mad man for a
minute or so, then slow down and relax. His cock never left my hole; he
paced himself. He wanted it to last and as far as I could tell, he had it
down to a science.

Several times I got close. He realized this and slowed down, letting me
catch my breath. I don't know how long we fucked, but it was a tremendous
relief when he shot off. Janus pulled out, but then got next to me and
sucked my cock until I popped. I fell asleep.

When I woke Janus wanted for us to go to Sanus's cave.  We climbed to the
waterfall where we found Sanus waiting for us. In the middle of the cave
there was a pile of fruits, nuts and vegetables along with some cooked
fish. Sanus had brought several gourds of the Tribal brew.

I knew the brew was brought out only for special occasions. It took a while
to figure out what the event was.  Sanus and I discovered a linguistic
impasse.  We couldn't find the right word. We drank and the brew had its
effect. If anything, it was more potent than before. It was a strong
intoxicant, but its aphrodisiac tendencies seemed enhanced. I was horny as
hell.

We were on the floor of the cave.  Janus was next to me and began to suck
my cock. I got rock hard immediately.  I wanted to nurse Janus' meat, but
he was too fast. He stood and then sat on my cock. I've got a big cock, but
Janus had no problem talking my meat.  He must have lubed up before.

He settled on my cock and sighed in satisfaction as it cock slid into his
body. He was facing me and squeezed my cock with his ass.  Sanus took fruit
and fed us. As we ate, Janus undulated his hips and massaged my cock.  It
was pleasurable, but not enough to make me shoot. Sanus fed us and gave us
more of the tribal brew.

Janus stood up and we traded places. I sat on his cock, and we continued to
eat and drink. I tried undulating my hips and his cock slipped deeper into
my ass. As it slipped deeper, the sensations radiating for my ass got
better. It was as if I was milking his cock, and I felt it respond to my
ass.

I was really close to shooting when Janus stopped me.  Since we were facing
each other, he could see my cock and he knew when I was close. He made me
slow down.  I relaxed as settled on his cock.  Janus didn't relax.  His
cock was still rock hard. I wanted to grab it with my ass and rub his organ
against my prostate. Janus held my hips tightly and I couldn't do it.
Neanderthals are strong, and he held me. I couldn't move.

We broke apart, and went to swim under the waterfall.  My head cleared
some.  When I got back in the cave, I sat on Sanus' cock. My ass got more
open and relaxed as the two got deeper in my ass with every change of
position.  After a while it was almost as if their cocks were part of my
body.

Later I slipped my cock into Sanus' ass as Janus's meat eased into my
ass. It was wonderful. I slowly pumped rhythmically into the quivering
hole.  Sanus maintained the same rhythm, but slightly out of time.  When
Janus's knob stroked my nut, I began the pushed toward Sanus's gland. It
was as if we shared the same cock, almost as if his cock passed through me
and into Sanus.

Janus and Sanus traded places several times.  But then the intense sexual
activity and the tribal brew had me confused.  I no longer differentiated
between my cock and theirs.  We had become a single sexual organism. It was
at that point when the orgasms started. The three of us must have shared
nine or twelve orgasms in a ten of fifteen minute period.  We had been
fucking each other for a good hour or two, so our cocks and assholes were
tender and ultra sensitive.

I think Janus started it when I felt him twitching. I could actually feel
his cum spurting into my as tickling my ass lining. I began an odd, slow
motion orgasm. The pressure would build until I had a massive
ejaculation. It was a single big spurt, then I would calm down for twenty
or thirty seconds, then the pressure would build again.

Janus had pulled out by them and Sanus rolled me on my back.  With my legs
on his shoulders, he fucked me to a second, single ejaculation. He
continued to fuck me until he shot off and I had a third.  By then Janus
was recovered enough to replace Sanus in ass.

As Janus pumped, the pressure began to build up again.  Sanus straddled me
and sat on my cock. My cock head had barely popped though his sphincter
when I shot for a third time. He liked that. He bounced on my cock, but
never sat back so it was totally in his ass.

Eventually Janus sat on my cock and he took the entire organ. We had been
at it for hours, and he was just as hard as he had been at the
beginning. When I shot into his ass, he had a beautiful orgasm. Up until
then all of my ejaculatory moments has been in their asses. We weren't
done.  Apparently they wanted to watch me shoot.

I must have had eight or nine single ejaculations over a ten minute
period. I wasn't sure there was any more seed to shoot. The two
Neanderthals knew better. They both stimulated me until I had another
orgasm. I was on my back with Janus's cock in my ass. His huge knob was at
my prostate and every move he made rubbed the tender gland.

When I shot this time it was a good show.  The two Neanderthals clapped and
laughed as my cock erupted and cum. My torso was covered in man seed.  The
two men apparently looked at my chest as a deli tray. They were collecting
globs of the stuff and feeding it to me and to each other.

"It is good," Janus asked?

"Very good," I said.

"Brothers?"

"Yes, we are brothers," I replied. I understood the ceremony now.  I was
adopted by Janus. The tribe tended to function as a group, and families
were somewhat secondary. The low birthrate of the tribe combined with the
difficulty of surviving infancy meant brothers were comparatively rare.

The mating season was under way in the women's camp.  I had assumed the sex
in the women's camp was as open as in the men's, but they had a clear sense
of fatherhood. They must have selected a potential mother and stayed with
her throughout the breading season. They certainly encouraged the stronger
men to select the strongest mothers first.

Janus had no family left at all.  I was his choice. He didn't ask me if I
wanted to be his brother. That wasn't necessary, I later found out. As my
language skills increased, I worked it out. I wasn't actually adopted. I
was what they called a mystic, or secret, brother. When I took Janus to the
hot spring and gave him respite from his arthritis, he knew I was
special. I had shown special favor to him. In the tribe, special favor was
normally an indication of kinship.

Janus was grateful to me and liked me personally.  He talked with Sanus
about me. It was Sanus who thought we were brothers.  As they talked, Janus
came to understand that too. Of course I didn't look like them at all, but
that was a mere technicality. I was Janus's brother, not just adopted, but
spiritually one with him.

Janus didn't jump to this conclusion. When we had sex, he knew. Given the
sexual practices of the tribe, a man in his fifties had sex thousands of
times with the men of the tribe. The sex with me was different. As I sat
skewered on his cock, with his cock head rubbing my prostate, he knew we
were brothers. His cock head and my nut were meant to be together.

We returned to the men's camp that evening and I slept very soundly. When I
woke, Janus brought me breakfast. I sat on his cock and served me. It was a
good morning. Angus dropped in. He was with DeRanus.

The men returned from the women's village the next day and life returned to
its normal pattern. The younger men, DeSanus and OnTanus, were happy.  They
had performed well and more children were on the way. They brought three
boys with them. They all had thick pubic bushes and were sprouting body
hair all over.  I didn't get their names, but they seemed timid. One looked
frightened.

The boys had spent their entire childhood and early adolescence in the
women's village.  They had seen their fathers only once a year during the
breeding period.  I could easily understand their concern.

Oddly, the frightened boy was the oldest and most mature of the group. I
found his name was OnGanus, the son of elderly Ganus.  Apparently he was
the product of Ganus's last trip to the women's village.  All of his
earlier children had died, so he was starting over. This was his last
chance.  Apparently OnGanus had been too young the year before, but he had
a growth spurt and was way too old to have been in the women's village.

OnGanus seemed shy and uneasy, but his genitals were impressive.  His eyes
looked down, but he glanced at the older men and their cocks whenever he
could. I was puzzled. He should have been proud of his endowment.

Then I understood.  I thought back to my adolescence.  While it's
embarrassing to mature late, it can also be a problem to mature early. I
had matured at 13 and was growing body hair at 14. When all the kids were
smooth and you're the only hairy one, it's uncomfortable. The kids made fun
of you.  I felt like a freak. When you're young, it's more important to be
part of the group than stand out. I was in my twenties before I felt
comfortable.

Angus joined us. OnGanus looked at him in awe. He had never seen a red
haired man. Hee was seeing a god for the first time. Angus fondled the
genitals of the men as was the traditional greeting.  He then greeted the
boys ending with OnGanus.  On Ganus had watched the older men play with
Angus and reached out to Angus. You could tell he was frightened, but he
did it. Angus smiled at him. OnGanus looked relieved.

"One of your boys isn't a boy at all," Angus said. "He's a good looking
man."

That night Ganus brought his son to our lodge. He introduced his son to the
gods. I think OnGanus was more comfortable with his father as a guide. I
think he was impressed his father knew the Red Man. They fondled each
other's cocks. Ganus told his son to lick Angus's cock.

OnGanus wasn't too sure, but he did as he was told. He sucked Angus's
foreskin into his mouth then worked his tongue into the pucker. Angus was a
good sport and leaked a lot when he got excited. I could tell when OnGanus
encountered Angus's pre cum.  He was hooked.

"That's right, you're doing well," Angus said to the boy. "If you do that
much longer you'll get my seed."

"I can take your seed?" OnGanus asked. I don't think he could believe his
good luck. As I said, Angus was a good sport. Angus, Ganus, Carlo and I
chatted as the boy sucked. I played with Angus's tits and he shot off.

As his cock spewed his load into OnGanus's mouth, the boy tried to swallow
the entire cock. He took the entire load and when he looked up, I knew he
was ready for more. His cock was hard as a rock now, so when he stood I
sucked him.  He was new to the world of oral sex and he came quickly.  It
was a spectacular load. His balls were over filled before, and totally
drained after.  He was a happy boy.

Two nights later Ganus vanished.  The elderly man swam into the sea and
never returned. His life was complete when his son took the seed of the
god. All was well in his world and there was no more for him to do. When
Gonus died his son replaced him. That was the way the world worked. When
the father died, the son assumed his name. The Neanderthals didn't mourn
for Ganus.  His time was over.  His son's time had come.

This left young Gonus in an odd situation.  He was supposed to be in the
boys' camp, but he was physically older and his father's replacement. He
was also without a sponsor and trainer. Angus soon was acting in place of
his father.

I had been with the boys and was surprised when Angus took an interest in
young Gonus. I saw Angus looking at the boy and I saw affection in his
eyes. Angus liked Gonus and as the weeks went by, it became more than
love. Outside this small island, Angus's affection might be a
problem. Since sex between men was a basic part of life, it made little
difference if the sex was an expression of friendship, love or purely
recreational.

Young Gonus liked Angus too.  He loved the older man's cock and his seed.
This was good for both of them.