Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2006 17:55:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: herb_cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Island of Kanapauki

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The Island of Kanapauki

I've been an anthropologist for 28 years and I have never in my
travels, or even in all my reading, encountered a society like that I
found on Kanapauki. Perhaps I should say two societies, for in actuality
two tribes share the island, and while they had a common history and
still cooperate in a few crucial ways, they have developed two unique
cultures, with separate customs, separate mores, and even separate
languages.

Part of the Indonesian archipelago, Kanapauki is isolated even from its
nearest neighbors by miles of open ocean. However, in modern times, with
motor boats, they have been visited by the native fishermen of other
islands and even by foreign tourists. Both groups of visitors, however,
are only interested in the temple, so the remainder of the island is
relatively untouched.

I have visited Kanapauki off and on for seven years and my monograph is
nearly ready for publication. I just wonder how long this unique island
will stay as pristine as it is today.

You see, the men and women on Kanapauki live separate from each other.
The women on the north side of the island call themselves Paluatim.
Centuries ago, the men formed a separate tribe to the south called the
Tanjam. That men and women live totally separate from each other is why
this island is so extraordinary.

On my first visit here the sight of men weaving baskets and sleeping mats
took some getting used to, since on other Indonesian islands this is
strictly a woman's task. With no women in the village, the Tanjam men
do everything.

When the water taxi dropped me with my provisions at the cove on the
eastern coast, four weeks ago, three of the village elders came down to
greet me. After nine visits to the island, they consider me an old
friend. And indeed the feeling is mutual. They grabbed my gear and I
followed them up the bank. As we trudged along the trail to the village,
I of course felt self-conscious in my clothes. So as soon as we got to
the hut that they keep for my visits, I stripped bare like the rest of
the villagers. Generations ago, the Tanjam abandoned the loin cloth and
penis sheath which are the costume throughout these islands. Without any
women around, they saw no need to cover their privates. When I emerged
from my hut, Sihiki gave my cock a warm welcoming shake. It felt good to
be back.

Masturbation is ubiquitous in the Tanjam village. Men and boys jerk
themselves nearly all the time, regardless of what they're involved
in doing: hunting, fishing, gardening, preparing food, eating, singing,
dancing, building homes, weaving. No activity seems to interrupt their
continual cock-play. They are also always playing with each another's
equipment. If you walk around the village, you can expect to have your
cock and balls patted and petted, groped,grasped, and gripped, shaken,
held, cupped, tickled and occasionally jacked by any man or boy you pass.
In fact, what we call "private parts" in the west are the most
public parts of your anatomy on Kanapauki.

As we walked from my hut to the long house to meet the rest of the
elders, the youngest toddlers shyly hid behind the older villagers for
they were not sure who this stranger was, but of course the older boys
remembered me, and several lads, six-, eight-, ten-years old, ran over
giggling and gave my cock a friendly pet. I grabbed little Luki, a
six-year old whom I had befriended over the years, and threw him up on my
shoulder like St. Christopher. As I walked the other boys jogged along
beside me grabbing my buttocks and taking swipes at my cock while Luki
played king of the hill atop the tall visitor. He laughed, bouncing
beside my head, and every so often would pretend he was about to fall
backward off my shoulder and shriek; so then I would grip his little dick
and balls to pull him back on, and he'd giggle loudly in my ear.

Inside the long house, I was invited to sit in the elders' circle and
once I got comfortable, Luki beat out two of his young friends who had
been vying for the chance to be the first to suck my cock. Besides mutual
masturbating, cocksucking is also regarded as perfectly normal. Men and
boys suck each other whenever and wherever the opportunity presents
itself. Boys who have only stopped sucking on tits the week before begin
sucking on cocks as soon as they enter the village. When a toddler falls,
hurts himself, and begins to cry, someone's cock is immediately
shoved into his mouth as a pacifier. Preadolescent boys commonly pair off
for their afternoon siesta and casually 69 until they fall asleep.
I've learned there is never a need to ask permission to suck. Since
everyone in the village knows the pleasure it brings, it is always
assumed that a cock that is not otherwise occupied (pissing, fucking,
walking, climbing, spading, etc.) could use a blowjob. Quite often,! as I
am working at my desk, writing my notes, one of the village youngsters
will come in and begin sucking me off. Since my occupation is mostly
sedentary, there are days that my cock is inside a mouth more than not.
Of course, I am also expected to suck the other males. Cocksucking is one
of the bonds that holds this community together, just as the Welsh have
their singing societies and the Germans their beerhalls. Along the
Atlantic shore of Brazil, people of all ages belong to Samba bands. If I
were there, I'd certainly learn to dance the Samba and participate.
In the same way, on Kanapauki, I want to participate fully in the Tanjam
brotherhood, so I happily suck cock. For myself, I especially enjoy
sucking the little boys since that is a practice unacceptable in my
western culture. It is such a delight listening to their happy little
squeals as I work my tongue and lips around their tiny tools.

When sucking adult cock, everyone is expected to swallow. Sperm is
considered too precious a commodity to be wasted. Just as in the ancient
Hebrew story of Onan, the Tanjam men consider it a sin to spill one's
"seed" on the ground. According to Tanjam folklore, the sperm a
male swallows goes directly into his balls for recycling. So
preadolescent boys are especially intent on swallowing as much as they
can to garner the supply they'll need when they get older.
Eleven-year old Humodi once confided in me his strategy. He likes to hang
around Jicki, a slightly older boy. When Jicki is busily beating himself
off, he frequently realizes (like teenagers the world over) he's
passed the point of no return and is about to ejaculate. In such a
predicament, the tribal custom is to announce the impending eruption so
someone in his vicinity, usually the youngest, can wrap his mouth on the
turgid cock in time. Humodi makes sure he is always there.

While masturbating and cocksucking are practiced by all the villagers,
fucking is an age-restricted activity. A boy is not permitted to either
fuck or be fucked until he can prove he can shoot jizz. Boys around
twelve who have been watching the older boys fuck for years are
especially anxious to get started. It is fun for me to watch a boy whose
hormones have begun to kick in jerking furiously, hoping to see some real
manjuice erupt. He keeps an empty coconut shell bowl nearby to collect
the liquid that stubbornly refuses to emerge. Then one day he'll come
running toward the long house shouting and holding his bowl, desperately
trying not to spill a drop of his first emission. An elder will come out
and inspect the bowl, lick it, drink it. Then he will bring the boy into
the long house and command him to begin jerking again. The lad must now
ejaculate into the bowl in the presence of three elders, who will share
his second cumshot. Then if they approve, the chief will ! suck him off
until the boy shoots his third shot down the chief's throat. He will
then pronounce the boy a man. That evening, a celebration begins and the
boy is allowed to fuck any of the men he chooses. Only after he has
successfully fucked three different men, is he allowed to have his ass
fucked. The shaman prepares a paste made from a local fruit called the
kaywy, which I can attest is a very effective lubricant. He spreads a
liberal dab on and up the boy's anus and then the boy selects which
cock in the village will be the first to enter his hole. Last year when
Jicki was the boy being celebrated, he came over and gave me the supreme
privilege of deflowering his virgin butthole. In the days that follow,
the younger boys, especially those close to puberty themselves, will
gather round the honored boy to suck him off because the jizz of a
"new" man is considered especially potent.

As teenagers, boys are expected to "play the field" as we call it
in the west. It is considered socially remiss to form monogamous pairs
and ignore the rest of the community. So postpubescent boys freely fuck
each other, fuck their elders, and a visitor like me, and get fucked in
return. When they reach their mid twenties, two men will form a couple,
who then sleep together, form a household, and take care of a
"family" of young boys, but their relationship is never fully
exclusive. A male is always available for a fuck with any other man in
the village. Interestingly, no man ever considers himself either a top or
a bottom. He will assume either role as the occasion dictates. Walking
around the village on any given afternoon, it is indeed rare that I
don't see at least three or four couplings, and of course, at night
as they settle into bed, the Tanjam always close the day with a fuck. In
my own hut, I never spend the night alone. I try not to show any
favoriti! sm, but somehow, the villagers seem to sense I prefer boys in
their early puberty.

Unfortunately, as a man, I am not able to visit the Paluatim side of the
island. I can only infer details about the women's society from
hearsay and logic. The women, of course, must be lesbians, since there
are no men in their village. Also, they must perform all the chores
usually reserved for men in island societies, chores like hunting and
building. Boys live in Paluatim until they are weaned at around age one.
When a boy is ready to join the men, his mother will blow a horn
fashioned from a large conch shell. Hearing this sound, the elders in the
men's village will send a delegation of about three men to the
meeting place in the center of the island. It is always a joyous time in
Tanjam when a baby is due to arrive. I was once honored to accompany the
delegation to the meeting point. As we sat in a circle and waited, we
heard footsteps coming from the direction of Paluatim. Soon, a woman
emerged into the clearing holding a beautiful little boy whose arms
clenche! d her neck. She glared at me, an obvious stranger, but
approached the elders. With no emotion evident, she pulled the boy loose
from her neck and deposited him into the arms of one of the elders, then
quickly disappeared. The boy, having no comprehension of what was
happening, began bawling loudly. The elder sat down and comforted the boy
lovingly in the cradle of his arms while another elder proffered his
cock. The boy immediately began suckling the cock and relaxed, seemingly
accepting his new life as a Tanjam male. When we got back to the village,
the new arrival was welcomed by all with great excitement and affection.
Soon the child was laughing and playing, enjoying a level of attention he
had never known in the women's village, the kind of doting he had
only seen given to little girls. Among the men, the boy thrived. One man
was assigned to be his special mentor, to teach him all the skills he
needed to learn. However, no one was called the boy's father. (As the
r! eader will learn shortly, none of the men in the village would have be
en his biological father anyway.) Instead, all the men and older boys
took a lovingly paternal and fraternal interest in the new Tanjam male.

Excuse me, reader. Sihiki just appeared at my hut holding his erect cock.
He seems to need my assistance. I'll be right back.

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Again, I apologize, reader, for that interruption. Sihiki had just
finished working with a crew of men rethatching the roof of Lachi's
house. He had some time before he needed to go home and help prepare
supper for himself, his partner, and the four young boys who live with
them, so he thought he'd put the time to good use. When I saw Sihiki
standing at my hut, it was obvious to me why he had come. It was also
obvious to Luki who had been casually licking my balls while I wrote
about the meeting in the clearing with the Paluatim woman. Luki let my
scrotum fall out of his mouth and I got up and pushed my work aside. I
got down on the floor on my elbows and knees and told Luki to get the
bowl of kaywy paste. He went over to my "kitchen" supplies where
I keep it and began spreading it on my butthole, but Sihiki, apparently
impatient with the youth's progress, took the bowl from him and
quickly coated my anus and his own cock. Luki then sat on the floor under
my he! ad so I could suck his little cock while Sihiki attacked my rear
end. Sihiki has one of the largest cocks in the village and when I felt
it pressed against my anus, my sphincter just spread open to welcome it,
remembering how good it felt inside. Sihiki began thrusting in and out
rapidly, his balls pounding into my ass with each push, and very soon I
felt his warm jizz filling my chute. When he was spent, he pulled out and
Luki quickly went over to him to lick the precious liquid from his cock
before it dried. The boy then rimmed my ass to catch the jizz leaking
out. Luki knew even these few tiny drops would be added to his future
jizz supply. The eager little tongue on my butthole was the last straw.
Now I needed to fuck, and both the boy and man in my hut knew it. Sihiki
lay on my cot and held his knees with his arms. I let Luki apply the
kaywy paste to Sihiki's hole even though he was rather slow. For some
reason I am more patient with this lad. I also love having him ! rub the
paste on my cock with his gentle little fingers. I leaned over and began
pressing into Sihiki missionary style. By the time a Tanjam boy reaches
puberty he has seen all the positions many times and doesn't need a
Kama Sutra to show him how to do it. I took my time fucking Sihiki even
though I knew he had to get to his supper. I think Luki's long
deliberate tonguebathing of my balls earlier had put me in the mood for a
long slow fuck. Eventually, I felt my scrotum tighten and as my whole
body stiffened, I released my manjuice inside my good friend. When my
cock softened and I pulled out, Luki's little tongue once more
collected the evidence. Sihiki and I shook each other's cocks and he
went off to his supper preparation. I've learned to resist the urge
to kiss my fuck buddies while living here. Two Tanjam men do not kiss
each other, unless they are an established couple. The socially
acceptable custom for others is to shake each other's cocks.

As Luki settles in again to lick my balls, I am gathering my papers to
resume my story. Now where was I? Oh yes, I was describing the meeting in
the clearing. I realized the woman and the elders never spoke, for as I
said, there is no common language between the two sexes. What few words a
boy has heard in his first year are quickly forgotten when he comes to
Tanjam.

It seems the women really have only contempt for male children. They will
nurture them for the first year, because their folkways require it, but
little girls are much preferred. Daughters are pampered and coddled.
Their every desire is indulged. Whereas sons are simply tolerated until
they no longer need the breast. Then, the alien creatures with their
indecent appendages can be handed off to that peculiar crass race across
the island. The few times I ever saw Paluatim women, they seemed repulsed
at the sight of my cock.

Of course, one obvious puzzle intrigued me immediately on my first ever
trip to Kanapauki, and I am sure it is a question still disturbing my
reader. If the two sexes never comingle, then where exactly do all these
children come from? The answer was much more difficult to come by on the
Tanjam side of the island than if I were privileged to be on the Paluatim
side. But eventually the details of the Breeding Temple came together.

On the western shore of the Kanapauki, the shore closest to the nearest
neighboring island, the ancient natives here built a temple, dedicated to
Sheena, the goddess of heterosexual copulation and reproduction. For
generations, Tanjam men and Paluatim women would meet there to present
their offerings to the goddess, and then grudgingly have sex with each
other, praying that the goddess would bless these uncomfortable conjugal
travails with offspring. They knew this was necessary in order to
preserve the two races. The men would cast lots each day to see which
ones had the distasteful assignment of fucking the women. The women used
their monthly menstruation to determine who was most likely to get
pregnant, because no woman should have to endure the burdensome ordeal
unless there was at least a chance of it being fruitful. Since pregnant
women never had to go to the temple, (-- what's the point of having
sex with a man if she were already pregnant --) pregnancy became a!
highly desirable state. Among the Paluatim, a pregnant woman is
considered very attractive. How unfortunate, they must think, that she
could not have achieved this state through loving sex with her female
companion.

Occasionally, a fishing boat from a nearby island would find its way to
these shores. When the Tanjam men spoke to these foreign fishermen they
discovered there were men who actually enjoyed having sex with women, so
they brought them to the temple where the visitors would enjoy their day
fucking all the women they wanted. When they returned to their islands,
the news began to spread about the wonderful Breeding Temple on
Kanapauki, and soon boats were arriving for the sole purpose of going to
the temple. These visits from other islands had at least two fringe
benefits. First, the visitors were willing to give substantial offerings
to the goddess, including much needed food and tools that weren't
locally available. This extra income for the Paluatim somewhat assuaged
the inconvenience and discomfort of having to get fucked by men. Second,
the gene pool was greatly broadened which resulted in a much healthier
population. In recent years, with the introduction of motor b! oats,
these visits greatly increased. By the time I made my first visit to
Kanapauki, the Tanjam men themselves no longer had to go to the temple at
all, for which, as you can imagine, they were extremely grateful.

In addition to Indonesian fishermen, the temple is now also visited by
European male tourists who have heard of the delightful temple of
Kanapauki. These men are willing to pay exorbitant prices, especially if
they could be given a virgin girl to fuck. And so, most often a Paluatim
child's first hetero fuck is now with a man from Germany, England or
Italy.

Of course, I had no interest in fucking a pussy. However, I realized the
first year I was on Kanapauki that making this sacrifice was the only way
I could fully learn about the Breeding Temple. So one day, I hiked over
to the western shore and appeared at the Temple Gate. A priestess watched
me approach, and no doubt sized up my financial situation. She began by
offering me several very young girls, one no older than eight. I shook my
head no, and wondered what kind of man really was attracted to one so
young. I noticed the several fishermen there that day, all muscular young
men, and wished I could choose one of them. Knowing I had to select a
female, I made it clear I did not want a virgin. One virgin in this
hetero coupling was enough. I would need a woman who knew the ropes. The
priestess finally provided me with a young lady about seventeen who
apparently had already borne her first child, a female. I presented a
hefty bankroll to the goddess while the girl prayed e! arnestly that this
union would result in a child. Then she took me into one of the side
chapels, where she quickly discovered how inexperienced I was. I could
tell she was losing patience with me and was no doubt thinking she would
have to endure yet another useless fuck. However, as I thought about the
men back in Tanjam, and the fishermen in the adjoining chapels, my cock
eventually grew hard and then under her expert guidance, it found its
mark. Two years later, when I arrived at the island, one of the shy
toddlers was a youngster who had been there only a few months. Luki had
my red hair, my green eyes and my light freckled complexion. I thought he
was the handsomest boy on the island. At six, he is a highly skilled
cocksucker and I expect, given his probable genetic heritage, will be an
early bloomer when it comes to producing prodigious cumshots!