Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006 16:45:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Ron W. <adman602001@yahoo.com>
Subject: A TRIBE IN  EAST INDIA - The Journal, week one

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	    A TRIBE IN EAST INDIA ~ The Journal

		  by R. Williamson Kraft


Week One (after that fateful night)

Day one ~ During these hours we have spent together, I have
come to know my lover (fucker) as Kahleah.  I have learned
a some essential words in his language and he mine. Other
than that, we exchanged few words, though there has
been plenty of language.  I have never been fucked before
this beautiful man took me.  He is very gentle, and though he
was well lubricated, it still hurt a bit when he entered me.
After a while, the feeling of being quite literally filled
with his huge cock became quite delicious indeed, but not
half as tasty as was the cock itself.   We managed to cum
more than once, he profusely, once in my anus and again in my
thirsty mouth.  I am somewhat sore this morning, but it was
worth it.

Day three ~ I have not left the tent. They have brought me
food whenever I ask for it.  They come to wash me every
morning, anointing me with sweet smelling oils, these men of
the tribe. They share this duty willingly.  The eighteen year
olds come to gleefully play with my penis like children
playing with a new toy, causing me to erect and trying to get
me to ejaculate.  At times I am unable to cum for them.  When
I do, they converge on me like thirsty pups. They are drying
me up.

Day five ~ They have moved me and my tent to the community
hut.  This is a large building where tribal meetings and
feasts are held.  They have allowed me my tent, I presume,
 as meager privacy.  Why, I can't imagine, as the men have
access to me at all times of the day and night.
Kahleah, I gather, is sort of a Prime Minister or Vice Chief,
if you will.  He has become a mentor of sorts.  He has shown
me an enclosed area of this facility that is only open to the
men of the tribe.  It is a museum of some apparent
importance.  I have learned quite a bit about the people from
the relics therein.

The tribe lives simply, but I've noticed that their
dwellings are very decorative as is their scanty apparel.  It
seems that hundreds of years ago, this sect of Indians broke
away from the more advanced civilization because of their
beliefs . . . both sexual and religious.  Their gods would
have seemed strange even to the ancient Hindus.  Some of the
forefathers were very artistically talented.  I observed many
paintings of their past culture which helped explain to me
why they are the way they are today.

I had wondered how the women kept the boys from masturbating
after a certain age and was given a clue by one of the
illustrations.  Apparently, if a young fellow was
discovered performing a questionable deed by any of the girls
or women, he was tied naked to a post in the public square
and his mother placed over his penis, a small box which
contained either fire ants or stinging sweat bees. It was
left on while the boy screamed and squirmed for all to see.
Sometimes the offending boy was forced to masturbate in the
square where the women and girls laughed and pointed at him.
He was seldom able to ejaculate which caused him even more
ridicule.  So, quite simply, the deterrent from self abuse in
boys is fear.

Day 7 ~ I should write in this journal every day, but
frankly, most days I am too exhausted and sated to think
clearly.  I did gather from Kahleah, why the boys crave my
ejaculate as they do.  It seems they have come to believe,
from rumors spread among them by one of the fathers as a
joke, that I am some kind of sacred being that was sent to
them.  They had not seen a white man before I arrived in the
village and they think that my semen will make them stronger
... That ingesting it will help them to make hardier babies
when they mate with the young women.  I'm sure Kahleah knows
better, but he, for his own reasons, chooses to partake as
often as he can.  I wish I had more to go around.  Actually,
I find that out of necessity I suppose, I seem to be
producing more these days.

Week two will follow if you wish to know more...