Karu and the Anthropologist
by Bill Fore  -  b4@earthlink.net

     I'm sitting in my hut writing this account many thousands of miles
from what you might call "civilization."  Much of my life these days is
spent in this little hilltop hut, sitting naked in the heat and humidity
and writing.  I tried to use a typewriter for a few years on my previous
excursions, but ribbons gave out and the equipment broke down, so now I
just write on big pads in longhand.
     It's primitive!  There's obviously no electricity to run computers or
recharge batteries on this little island, either.  About once every four or
five months I receive new supplies, food, an emergency medical kit, water
purifiers, film for my camera, and lots of pads and pens.  My filled in
writing pads are sent back to the university where they're transcribed by
my department steno.
     This particular writing is totally different than my anthropological
studies, so I will need to personally do the transcribing.  I must be very
careful not to reveal too much about myself.  In fact, it would be much
better if I didn't write this at all, but for the last few months I've felt
driven to put these totally life-changing experiences on paper.
     My name is John.  I'm an Anthropologist.  I specialize in the detailed
study of so- called "uncivilized" native cultures.  I guess that name John
is safe enough, since a large percentage of male homosapiens in the English
speaking world bear the same moniker.  I'm thirty-three now, and for the
last eight years I've spent most of my life actually practicing my
specialty... studying the peoples and practices of native cultures in
different parts of the world.
     My work is underwritten by a major North American university.  They
seem to take much pride in publishing my findings.  So far I'm the author
of three published Anthropological books.  I go back to the university
every few years to edit my transcribed notes, publish, compare my findings
with others, and to lecture.
     I love the life.  Especially my current assignment.  It's like camping
out full-time, like I did much of the time as a child.  I've spent almost 2
years in South America near the Amazon, and over 3 years in South Africa.
Now, for the past 8 months, I've been on a tiny, remote equatorial South
Pacific island studying one of the world's most secluded peoples.  To make
this more simple I'll call them the "Jimani" tribe (not even close to their
real name).  There are probably now less than a dozen tribes in the world
that are still totally cut off from the rest of civilization.  This is one
of them, and there's less than 200 in this tribe.
     While doing post-graduate work I got married and Angela, my wife, bore
us a daughter.  Angela worked to support us while I studied, but when I got
my Doctorate and was half way through my first year of assignment in South
America, she decided she didn't want to live her life like a "damn
missionary" and took our child back to Chicago.  Now, she receives a large
share of my income to support herself and our daughter.  We're still
married, but only because nobody bothered to file for divorce.
     When I first came here and tried to get to know this little tribe they
didn't trust me at all.  The Jimani's are a very peaceful, non-violent
people.  There are no real warriors among the men, and apparently no great
desire to conquer anything or to take their canoes to explore their
surroundings.  They are a very clean people, unlike those I've studied in
prior assignments.  Their animals are kept penned up and don't roam their
little village, and there are almost no foul odors.  The tribe members seem
to bathe regularly, too.
     The whole tribe appears to be very friendly and uninhibited with each
other.  There is a lot of very open and constant touching and embracing
among them.  Disputes are quickly settled by their leaders and the tribe
seems to have very few internal problems.  The Jimani's only get a little
wild when they "party"... feasting, dancing, and playing sexy little native
games (mostly, it seems, to celebrate moon phases).  In the 8 months I've
been with them I've observed 4 of their festivals.
     I witnessed a celebration a few weeks after I arrived.  It was almost
an all night affair, and it was sexually very stimulating to me since their
dancing and cavorting was done naked and with great sensuality.  What
happened was, to me, very freely sexual.  There was much genital touching
between almost everyone.  Males even sensually caressed other males.
Females did the same with each other.  Touching and stroking bodies
appeared to be done only because it "felt good" and not as a sexual
advance.  Even the children openly played sexy little games, crawling
around over each other while naked, freely touching and publicly fondling.
     To me, the Jimani's are a very charming people.  They generally appear
to be very smart, quick-witted, happy and content.  The little they know of
the rest of the world was taught them by some missionaries.  Even though
they live very sensually and sex seems to play a very public role in their
lives, they don't appear to have indiscriminate intercourse and bear more
children than can be supported by the available food and space on the
island.  The leaders apparently decide when couples can have more babies.
     I'd describe the look of this tribe as kind of a cross between
Polynesian (like in Tahiti) and Melanesian (like in Fiji) in appearance.
If you've travelled in the South Pacific you know what I mean.  I read a
lot of anthropological studies about South Pacific tribes during my
training and took special note of the writings of Margaret Mead, who spent
time with tribes near here.  If you read the "Coming Of Age..." classic she
wrote, I guess I should say that these people seem much more settled and
secure, but just as sensual... or even more so.
     The Jimani's language is very primitive.  It's almost impossible for
them to communicate without looking at each other, since interpreting what
is said appears to require seeing the facial and hand gestures of the one
who is speaking.
     One tribesman acted as a kind of basic interpreter to the English
speaking missionaries that had been here a few years ago.  His name sounds
like "Eru."  He's handsome and probably in his mid 30's.  He and I have a
building friendship and a bit of understanding.  Eru indicated at first
that the tribe thought I, too, was here to sell them a new god.
     It's very hot on this little island.  Breezes from the surrounding
ocean make it a bit more comfortable, but wearing any amount of clothing
would be hard to do.  The women of the tribe wear only beads and other
decorations, and on special occasions may wear a kind of very primitive
shawl.  Rarely do they attempt to fully cover their genitals.
     The men sometimes wear a feathered headdress, and their only other
covering is a kind of hemp rope around their waist that holds up a horn
into which their penis has been stuffed.  Their testicles are always on
display.  The men of other cultures on islands hundreds of miles away use
some kind of "horn" as a decoration, too, so there must have been some
inter-island movement at some time.
     If the men swim, bathe, run, wrestle or do any other really active
exercise, the horn and the headdress are removed and they are then totally
naked.  The women are always naked when they swim or bathe, too.
     Children are always naked.  They don't seem to begin wearing horns or
beads until fully developed and in their mid to late teen's.  Many Jimani's
appear to be "married" or committed to a mate, but many are not.  The girls
are sometimes pledged to a tribesman in their mid-teens, usually given by
the girls father in exchange for something of value...  customarily pigs or
chickens.  The males are much older when they marry... probably in their
mid-20's.
     Eru indicates the missionaries tried very hard to put clothes on the
tribe.  They probably left here out of frustration because they couldn't
communicate and couldn't get them to stop acting so sexual or to even cover
their genitals.
     I spent the first few months here wearing shorts.  I'd worn shoes of
different kinds on my South American and African assignments, but my feet
had toughened and here on this island the paths were usually soft, so I'm
now almost always barefoot.  Here in my hut I'm invariably naked.  Eru has
been here and seen me unclothed.  He is openly very curious about my body
and my nudity appears to prove to him that I'm not a "god peddler."
     The tribespeople are all very interested in me... especially my size.
They're not a little people.  Most adult Jimani males are probably between
5'5" and 5'10" tall, but I'm over 6'4", lean and muscular, and a very solid
190 pounds.  I'm also very different because I'm a blue-eyed, blond haired,
light skinned (although well-tanned) Scandinavian.  Of course, the Jimani's
all have dark hair and deeply tanned brown skin.  I also have a short,
blond beard and quite a bit of light body hair.  The Jimani men have only a
little pubic and underarm hair.  Even their facial hair seems minimal, and
they always seem to shave the little they have by some means.
     The tribe I studied in South Africa had a very poor diet and often
went hungry.  Millions of mosquitos and other bugs spread diseases.  Many
South African natives were sick and some even died of malnutrition while I
was there.  Their bodies were usually misshapen (according to our
Westernized standards).  The South American tribe was better nourished, but
these Jimani people are actually robust, well-muscled and many are very
good looking... even downright beautiful (or handsome) by our standards.
     Flying and crawling things barely exist on this island, and disease
seems rare.  Not only are the physical features of these people generally
very beautiful, but they also keep themselves looking attractive by our
Western standards.  Their diet is filled with fruits, yams and vegetables,
and only once or twice a month does a pig or a few chickens get slaughtered
for a tribal feast.  Early traders brought some animals and other foods
that now grow in abundance.
     Daily the Jimani's use coconut oils to rub on each other, keeping
their skin moist and glowing.  Women are shapely and their breasts don't
seem to sag until they're quite old.  The men play hard, run competitive
races, climb trees, swim, dive, paddle their simple canoes, and are very
athletic.  Their favorite competition seems to be running on the sandy
beach.  There's a long race all around the island that appears to happen
every full moon, and the regular winners are treated with special respect.
Some of the older men have little "belly's," but even the middle age males
are usually trim and fit.
     I began life on this island in a tent.  Eru showed me this dilapidated
hilltop hut the missionaries had made. It was about a ten minute walk up a
hill from the main tribal village.  You could see a beautiful ocean bay and
there was usually a tropical breeze to cool things off.  I decided to clean
it up and use it.  Eru helped.  Three other young men from the tribe came
with him to work on it for a few days, too.  By that time I'd decided that
being naked helped convince them I was not a missionary, so I left my
shorts in my foot locker and quickly got used to the wonderful new freedom.
     One of the young men had a name that sounded like Karu. To me he was
very handsome, perfect skin, beautifully muscled, and probably about 20
years old.  He wore the headband that signified he was the current top
runner of the tribe.  I'd seen him in the village and he'd always smiled
warmly.  He appeared to have a playful personality.  Every time I noticed
him he seemed to be watching me.
     Now, as Karu helped rebuild the hut, he seemed to go out of his way to
be friendly to me.  He clearly was intrigued by seeing me naked and closely
watched my long, swaying penis.  I was a little bigger than the tribesmen
in that department, too, and I was also circumsized.  That was a phenomenon
unknown to them.
     One day, after my hut had been made liveable, it rained very hard.
Rain was common and a welcome relief from the heat.  I always collected the
rainwater in a special contraption rigged in the trees to use for drinking
and cooking.  There was usually an overabundance of the rainwater so that I
could take softwater baths and mini-showers, too.
     This particular cloudburst was quite heavy.  I had decided not to walk
down the muddy trail to the village that day.  I made some notes for a
while and then got out of the hut to enjoy the downpour, walk around naked
in the warm rain and do some thinking.  I'd been doing some sexy
day-dreaming and was a bit aroused.
     I heard some "ah-woo" sounds and knew someone was coming.  Karu
stepped into the clearing, grinning and waving.  I waved back.  I was
really glad to see him.  He athletically jogged toward me with his eyes
openly gazing at my partial swelling.  The tribal greeting was a hand on
shoulder thing I'd learned.  Karu and I did that, and then I pulled him
into a short hug.
     We stood close trying to communicate.  I pointed to the sky and used
the few Jimani words I knew to indicate that the rain was good.  He smiled.
Their "yes" nod was the same as ours.  After we played a little of the
friendly Jimani tag game I'd learned, I motioned for Karu to follow me into
the hut.  I had towels, so I briefly wiped the rain from his beautiful
body.  He was wearing only his penis horn.  He followed my lead and did the
same for me, very openly brushing the towel against my penis in the
process.
     I was feeling very sensual and immediately some swelling returned.  To
stop anything else from happening, I turned from Karu, took a Sterno can
from my supply, heated some water and made some tea.  I had a supply of
sweet crackers I was hoarding, but this was a very special occasion so I
broke out a package.
     It was a strange and wonderful time.  Karu and I communicated a lot
without talking... a lot of "I really like you" smiling, a word or two of
Jimani, and two or three English words Eru had taught him.  "Good"
described the tea and crackers, and he pointed at me and himself and said
"man."
     At one point Karu pointed at his horn shrouded penis and smiled, then
pointed out the window at the rain.  He got up, went outside, and I decided
he had to urinate.  When he returned his rope belt and horn were left on
the step and he was also totally naked with his penis probably slightly
expanded and the foreskin partly pulled back.
     Karu was totally wet again.  I couldn't resist the opportunity, since
he intrigued me so much.  I took the towel and proceeded to dry him again.
This time, without the horn in the way, I brushed the towel over his penis
as he had done to me earlier.  His hand reached for my shoulder, he moaned
as if it felt very good, and his medium thick 6 inch member quickly swelled
to a full erection.
     I almost panicked.  I'd never gotten personally involved with any of
the subjects of my studies before.  I quickly smiled, indicated I needed to
urinate, and went outside in the rain to relieve myself and think.  When I
returned Karu was standing just under the thatched roof, waiting for me
with a broad smile, a full erection protruding from his handsome body.  He
had the towel in his hands.  He carefully dried me, taking a very long time
to rub my genitals until I, too, had a fully hard upright penis.
     Karu laid the towel down, lightly touched the shaft of my very thick 8
inch organ and said again, "Good."  I was feeling incredibly lustful.  I
could think of nothing else to do but pull him to me.  We held each other
for a long time in a full body embrace, or erect penises side-by-side and
pressed against our stomachs.  It was a new and absolutely incredible
sensation for me.
     The Jimani's didn't understand kissing, so I suppressed my urge.  I
knew that anyone could come up the trail from the village and see us, so I
was somewhat in fear.  I also knew we could dare go no further with our
building lust, even though Karu's body was moving enough against mine to
create tremendous stimulation.
     I decided to go outside in the rain and get playful to cool things
off.  There was a naturally grassy area just outside the hut, so I led him
out there and we played a strange game of tag, running and chasing each
other.  Every time we got close he would carefully reach for my penis.
Karu never seemed to lose a bit of his own erection.  A few times we fell
in the wet grass.  That would lead to a little wrestling, which ended up in
more body to body and penis to penis contact.
     To break the mood, I took off running down the fairly steep trail
toward the ocean.  He loped effortlessly behind me.  We ran in the heavy
downpour along the sandy shore.  I loved to run.  It was my main exercise,
and Karu obviously loved it, too.  We fell together into the ocean surf and
playfully splashed and wrestled in the shallow water for a while.  When
we'd run back up the hill to my hut we were both breathing hard and fell
together onto the wet grass.
     A little more wrestling led to a long, very sensual embrace. We both
had again sprouted full erections.  Karu looked for every excuse to brush
his hand over my hardness.  I couldn't resist a little reciprocation.
Since we were totally rain- washed, we went inside and used the towel again
on each other.  Before he'd finished with me I was very close to an orgasm.
     Although I used no clock, I knew that Karu had stayed for many
wonderful hours.  When he finally left, it was with another very long
"goodbye" embrace and much more touching.  He walked toward the trail in
the rain with his horn in his hand because it would never slip over his
hardness.
     I was confused and distraught.  I was a married man who had never been
involved with another man.  I had known since I'd arrived on the Jimani
island that I was strangely attracted to the beautiful men of the tribe far
more than to the women.  It was the first time in my memory that such a
thing had occurred.
     Up to that time I'd always worn shorts when I went to the village.
The next day I walked into the tribe's clearing, as I did almost every day,
and this time received an unusually warm welcome.  Eru saw me first.  He
said something loudly, and soon I was surrounded by many others.  They
crowded close.  If they weren't all smiling at me and jabbering happily
with each other I would have been alarmed.  The only reason I could guess
for the strange reception was that Karu had said something.
     Two or three of the older men were there, many of the women and
children, and five or six of the young men.  Eru indicated that most of the
others in the tribe were out working, including Karu.
     Eru was standing next to me.  His hand moved to touch the buttons of
my shorts.  "Okay?"  I nodded, not knowing what he meant.  As the others
watched, Eru unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them to the ground.  My
studies and experience have taught me there's one international way to
express pleasure.  The gathered natives took one look at my naked form and
all applauded.  I guess they all knew then that I was no missionary.  One
boy about ten years old moved close and carefully touched my flaccid penis.
The smiles and happy jabbering continued, but it didn't appear like anyone
was trying to tell the child that he was wrong.
     A girl of about twelve standing next to me attempted to ask me
something and then bent to look closely as she too, carefully touched my
genitals.  Eru said "skin," and I guessed they were concerned or curious
about my lack of foreskin.
     I never wore clothes around the Jimani's again.  I never wore a horn,
either, since there didn't seem to be any around that would fit me and they
seemed uncomfortable.  From that day on the whole tribe began to start
treating me like I was one of their own.
     A few days later, just before a special feast for some occasion, one
of the older men came up to me with the girl that had touched my genitals.
He was trying to say something.  I went to get Eru to find out what the man
wanted.  He said the man was offering me his daughter.  She was a very
beautiful young girl and would have been very valuable to the man... worth
maybe 10 or 15 pigs or 25 chickens.  I smiled, embarrassed, thanked him
through Eru's interpretations, and shook my head "no."
     The feast that night was intensely erotic.  The celebration started at
sunset and seemed to go on through much of the night.  They had roasted a
pig that day.  There was also many yams and much fruit available.  The
evening was filled with feasting, dancing and very sexual entertainment.  A
bowl of what we Americans often call "grog" was being passed around.  It
was passed to me.  It was more potent than any other stimulant I'd ever
tasted.
     Three handsome young men began a dance without their horns.  Their
penises flopped and slapped their thighs because of the movements they had
chosen.  Before long, three beautiful younger girls began to dance with
them.  They danced body to body, bending backward so that they could
suggestively rub their genitals against each other.  As the gyrations
became more and more hedonistic and the genital touching began creating
erections, I noticed that other tribespeople sitting near me were slowly
starting to touch each other.
     The six dancers changed partners a lot as they improvised their
performance.  Sometimes they were paired... two, two, and two... a girl and
a boy touching and caressing each other.  Then it became three and
three... two girls and a boy, two boys and a girl, with all of their
contacts sexually oriented.  There was much rubbing and even some oral
contact as they climbed over and fondled each other.
     Soon the pairings changed again, two boys, a boy and a girl, and two
girls.  Mouths, tongues and fingers were everywhere.  I looked around me to
see if the children were also watching.  They were!  Some of the children
were tightly holding each other as they sat interspersed among the crowd.
     I sat cross legged on a mat in the second row of our "theater in the
round."  Two older men sat together on a mat to my left.  I glanced in
their direction and was shocked to see that they were slowly stroking each
other's erect penises as they watched the performers.  There were many
athletic variations of the famous 69 position as the six dancers climbed
over each other.
     The young girl sitting in front of me leaned back so that her head
could use my calf for a pillow.  She was heavily under the influence of the
"grog" and her own profligate lust.  She was freely caressing her own
genitals with both hands.  Her body was writhing and she was moaning in
response to her ministrations.  I watched as she had an intense orgasm
right in front of me.
     Karu crowded in beside me from somewhere.  We nuzzled together and his
hand slipped to my inner thigh.  I noticed his penis was erect.  The
celebration quickly became an unbelievable orgy. Almost everyone was now
distracted from the entertainment to begin their own sex play with the
closest person they could find.  I saw nobody having intercourse.  They
were just rubbing against each other, fondling, licking and sucking.
     I appeared to be the closest person Karu could find.  The whole area
became a sea of writhing bodies and we were in the middle of it all... a
naked, tall, blue-eyed blond Scandinavian man among almost two hundred
beautiful dark haired, brown bodies.
     Karu began to touch and caress my erection.  His other hand ran over
the short soft blond hairs on my leg.  I hesitated, then reciprocated.
Even though there was a lot of mouths and tongues touching genitals, I
could only feel comfortable with manually stimulating the beautiful young
man who was providing me with such amazing physical sensations.  His hands
felt wonderful as the slipped over my penis and lightly also moved over the
soft, short body hair on my legs, chest and stomach.
     I continued to stroke Karu's very perpendicular penis.  Touching felt
as wonderful as being touched.  When I pulled his foreskin back, I could
tell that his glans was extra sensitive.  I took care to only graze it
lightly from time to time as I massaged his hard organ.  I was shocked to
feel his penis begin to wildly throb so quickly.  Almost instantly, as his
body shook, a flood of his sticky cream gushed into my hand and over his
torso.
     It was clear from the sounds around me that other orgasms were taking
place, but Karu's quick reaction to my untrained activities was a big,
extraordinary surprise.  I'd never ever masturbated another human before,
much less a male.  Seeing the euphoria I'd created for Karu may have played
a roll in my own quick release.
     The man next to me watched.  The girl who had laid her head on my calf
turned around to see what was happening because my body was starting to
quake.  Oblivious to my audience, I leaned back against Karu and allowed
his hand to pump a large load of my own juices out onto my lap.  The girl
tentatively reached out and touched some of my fallen semen.  She put her
finger to her mouth to taste, then looked at me and smiled!
     Up to that time in my life everything sexual had always been very
private.  I felt very self-conscious and paranoid until it became clear
that the tribe felt very honored by my free and full participation.  There
seemed to be no problem with me turning down the offer of a beautiful young
girl from the tribe and then accepting Karu's manipulations, either.
     He very freely embraced me right in front of many others as the
celebration was ending.  I hesitated, then knew it was alright. I squeezed
Karu to me and held him tightly as our bodies and hardening penises pressed
together.  When we finally separated some minutes later we both were fully
erected.  A little clapping broke out from those who saw my large, engorged
member before it began to wilt.  I was definitely larger in every way than
any of the tribesmen.  Eru patted me as I was about to walk to my hut.
"Good," he said, smiling.
     I took a bath in the moonlight.  I had both a bed and a hammock to
sleep in.  Almost always I chose the wonderful, big soft sheet- covered
bed.  That morning, though, as the sun was about to come up I laid in my
hammock.  My brain was racing as I thought about all I had seen and done.
My mind settled on thoughts of my handsome young friend, Karu.  I now knew
that anything we did together could be discovered and would either not be
judged at all, or would be considered "good."
     I wondered what the future would hold, and how this total involvement
with the tribe would effect my work.  I had certainly violated all my own
personal rules of anthropological ethics, and was eagerly planning to do it
some more.
     I masturbated to another massive orgasm.
     When I awoke the sun was high in the sky.  I made myself a breakfast,
bathed again, and then set out to write two sets of notes about what had
happened.  I wanted to record the celebration while my memories were
fresh...  one set of notes from the viewpoint of an observing
anthropologist, and one set for myself from the perspective of an orgasmic
participant.  Never in my life had I imagined I'd see, much less
participate, in such a wildly wanton orgy.
     The tribe was now very friendly every time I walked down to the
village.  Karu's eyes lit up when we saw each other.  He openly and very
fondly embraced me the next day when he came back from gathering some food
to discover I'd arrived.  The Jimani's didn't comprehend the concept of
hiding feelings, and Karu's very sensual emotions for me were wonderfully
unmistakable.
     At first I feared I was being identified as homosexual because Karu
and I had been so openly attentive to each other, but the tribe didn't
appear to understand that concept and undoubtedly didn't care.  Since
they'd never seen packaged products, maybe they just couldn't understand
labels.
     Three days after the celebration it rained again.  I awakened in the
middle of the night to hear the tropical downpour.  Near morning the rain
was becoming a full fledged storm with some gusting winds and a little
lightning and thunder.  I got up to drop the moveable mat walls of the hut
to keep the rain from getting inside.  I found a top sheet and light
blanket and started to cuddle back in my wonderfully comfortable bed.  Life
was really good!  I loved tropical rain storms!
     "Ah-woo."  It was only a very faint sound in the wind.  I heard it
again.  Even though it was very early in the morning and not yet light, I
knew that Karu had come to visit.  I went outside and saw him at the edge
of the clearing in the faint glow.  I motioned for him to come and he ran
to me.  I was wet from standing in the rain and Karu was soaked.  He had
taken off his horn and rope belt and was holding them in his hand.
     We embraced... two warm and very wet bodies pressed tightly together.
Karu dropped his horn on the wet ground.  My passions had instantly
awakened, as had my sleeping giant penis.  As I held my love I felt his
hardness against my thigh.  I forgot myself and kissed his cheek.  He
awkwardly tried to return the favor.
     Eventually we broke our hold on each other and went inside.  I got the
towel.  I dried his handsome young body, concentrating on his engorged
penis.  He was barely dry when he took the towel from me and began to rub
me, carefully drying my raging hardness.  We spoke not a word, but there
was more communication between us than most people ever experience.
     I picked his firm, muscled body up in my arms like a baby, kissed his
cheek again out of habit as we smiled at each other, and then I took him to
my bed.
     The next hours were delirious, glorious, amazing.  We loved each other
as completely as we knew how... starting with simple touching, fondling and
curious manual exploration.  That quickly produced an orgasm each, which
took the immediate pressure off of our passions.  Then, at a more leisurely
pace, we returned to embracing, squirming against each other and kissing.
Karu was quickly learning the secrets of our great lip locking tradition.
     He laid his body across mine, face to face, body to body, and toe to
toe.  For a long time our hands and lips caressed each other and our hard
penises lovingly dueled between us.  We were side by side for a while, with
arms and legs wrapped around each other, and then I was totally spread out
on top of him for many minutes as his fingers journeyed over my back,
shoulders, buttocks and thighs.
     For some strange reason, even though it had never happened before, I
wished he would have penetrated me with his roving fingers.  I'd never done
anything anal.  It was a totally new desire.  I'd never seen anything anal
happen among the tribe during their orgiastic celebration either, so I
refrained from the experimentation.
     I raised up from Karu and began to kiss his chest.  His eyes closed as
if to intensify the sensations, but his hands continued to stroke my body.
Slowly my lips drifted over his stomach.  His back arched off the bed as he
writhed and contorted under me.  My lips had barely touched the shaft of
his penis when he began to moan.
     I knew from his movements that he was only moments from ecstasy again,
so I slipped my lips over his tender glans.  Almost instantly he erupted as
his body savagely thrashed in my arms.  I sucked in his curiously wonderful
tasting seed, continuing to swallow the magnificent offering he'd provided.
I'd seen oral sex at the tribal orgy, but I'd never experienced it before
in my life.
     We laid tightly together in each other's arms as if dozing.  Karu had
never before been in a soft bed or slept on a sheet.  He was clearly in
heaven as his body lightly moved against mine.  The rain continued to pound
down on the little hut and the wind caused the mat walls to shudder.  I
couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have this handsome young man in
my arms and to have his whole muscular body closely pressed against mine.
     I was almost asleep when Karu began to stir again.  Very slowly, as if
at half-speed, he positioned himself over me to begin his own oral
explorations of my awakening body.  Our eyes met and very loving smiles
passed between us.  I said, "I love you," but, of course, he didn't
understand.  His voice was very soft and low as he said some native words.
I could only guess at the meaning.  He certainly knew more about "love"
than anyone I'd ever met before.
     His tongue began to play with the tiny, soft hairs of my chest, and
then his mouth moved to my nipples.  One by one he expertly licked and
nibbled the little nubbins until they were both as hard as little rocks.
He took his sweet time, making me squirm with lust as he tended to my
needs.
     It was clear that Karu was an oral artist.  He worked his tongue magic
on different areas of my physique and quickly determined which parts were
very erotic and which were less so.  For instance, I learned through my
experience of watching the Jimani tribe that since their scrotum and
testicles were always exposed and in touch with the elements, they had lost
their sensitivity and didn't seem to be a source of much pleasure.
However, because they were uncircumsized and the glans of their penis was
rarely exposed to touch, I knew that the penis head was the root of extreme
sensations and could easily even be overstimulated.
     Karu quickly discovered that I was the opposite, and he exploited his
findings to the fullest.  My scrotum was intensely tender and filled with
erotic sensations, while the head of my circumsized penis was almost
anesthetized from rubbing against things all my life.
     After a long period of tongue teasing, Karu began to expertly suck,
using his tongue for extra stimulation in the process. Never in my life had
I even imagined the sensations that swept over my body as he used both
hands, all ten fingers, his lips and his tongue to arouse and titillate me.
My explosion was massive.  Karu sucked down every drop of my love offering
as my pleasure-wreaked body contorted in his hands.
     We slept together tightly wrapped in each other's arms as the storm
raged outside.  When his bladder forced Karu to get up, he went outside and
was gone for a long time.  I got up to see if he'd left.  I saw him half
way across the clearing in the wind and heavy rain tugging a large hemp bag
toward the hut.  It turned out to be a large supply of fruit.
     One of the stores that I had shipped in whenever the supply plane came
was large industrial size boxes of oatmeal.  I guessed that Karu had never
tasted the stuff.  I cooked up far more than enough for two and then
stirred in some of the sweet fresh fruit and coconut milk.
     We sat on the soft floor mats and ate together, sometimes getting
playful and messy while feeding each other.  I started to teach him how to
use a spoon, but a lot of our mutual feeding was done with fingers.  Soon,
both of us were rolling around together on the messed up mat, covered in
the gooey mixture.
     The playfulness soon became very erotic.  I stroked Karu's oatmeal
covered cock, and then used the hard probe to dip oatmeal out of the bowl.
I ate the stuff off of him while he was doing similar things to me.
     He exploded!
     Some of his semen fell on me and the mat, and a few drops fell in the
oatmeal bowl.  We finished our sloppy and newly flavored breakfast anyway.
He used my penis as a spoon for the gruel too, and soon I filled his mouth
with my seed.
     My relationship with Angela had been very correct.  "Stuffy" was a
good word to describe her.  I'd never had the opportunity to have such
playful companionship.  Sometimes Karu and I were very loving, and
sometimes we were like two cub bears. That stormy day involved a lot of
both.
     We went outside to hand wash each other in the rain, taking the mat
out for cleaning in the process.  I had often washed sheets, towels and
clothes during rainy days.  I'd hang the washed materials in the rain to be
rinsed, and then they would dry when the sun came out.  I never needed to
wash clothes anymore because I never wore any, but Karu and I washed the
spent bodily fluids from the sheets and towel we'd used.
     Then, we ran.
     Down to the ocean, and along the shore for miles.  The rain washed our
bodies of perspiration, and sometimes we'd fall together into the ocean to
cool off and catch a breather.  Karu was quickly learning how to kiss and
our lips often locked together when we'd collapse into each others arms.
     We were probably half way through that rainy day when we returned to
the hut.  The wind had died down and we were now experiencing just a heavy
downpour.  We'd run together for many miles, finally charging up the steep
hill from the ocean.
     We were both exhausted.  The tribe had their own ideas about cleaning
materials, but I had a storehouse of many bars of soap.  We soaped each
other thoroughly and very erotically, both ending up with full erections in
the process.  The rain again provided a rinsing shower to get the soap off.
     After seductively drying each other off one more time, we fell into
the bed to hug, kiss, and doze.  We slept and then we ate, again feeding
each other and getting playful.  Once I accidentally pressed a finger
against Karu's anus as we were tussling with each other on the mats.  He
moaned, looked at me and smiled.
     He jumped in the hammock.  I stood beside him, fondling him, and then
stepped over the low hanging swing to straddle his body.  He slipped his
hands between my legs, lightly fondled my tender testicles, and then slid
his mouth over my extended root.  Karu's fingers slipped erotically up and
down my anal crevice.  I reached behind me to take his hand and press a
finger against my tingling anus.  His finger finally slipped in and, for a
moment, I held his hand so the digit wouldn't slip out.  His finger moved
slightly.  I inadvertently moaned.  His mouth slipped from my penis, our
eyes met, and he smiled.  Knowingly!
     We played some more.  For fun, I laid in the hammock on my stomach and
let my long, thick erect penis hang down through the webbing.  After Karu's
hands moved over my light "fur" covered body, he laid on the mat below the
hammock and slipped my penis back into his mouth.  His fingers carefully
pulled my scrotum down through the webbing too and then, as he laid on the
floor under my swinging body, his mouth expertly made love to all of my
genitals, my straining probe and then, testicle by testicle.
     It was again far too much euphoria to bear for long.  I hung above
Karu in the hammock as he laved and sucked.  He was becoming so expert that
he was now capable of swallowing almost my whole eight inch root.  His
expertise produced another mouth filling discharge which he hungrily
devoured.
     He laid in the hammock the same way.  I laid below him and returned
the favor, using all my newfound knowledge to pleasure my beautiful lover
in every possible manner.
     I loved the taste of Karu's seed.
     We made another meal together, then ate, played, washed in the rain,
and again slept in each other's arms.
     Our communication increased through the day as we taught each other
words to describe different things.  I would give him the English word as I
pointed to something, and Karu would give me the Jimani word.  We laid in
bed together as it started, so "arm," "finger," "bed," "hand," "penis,"
"testicles," "hut" and "mat" were where we started.  We were both quick
learners and quick "forgetters" so we quizzed and re-learned in between our
loving and fondling sessions.
     The rain was down to a drizzle.  We had one more playful episode as it
started getting dark.  I lit some candles, we laid together, caressed, and
ended up just slowly rubbing our bodies against each other.  Karu orgasmed
first, and I followed a few minutes later.  Some of what we'd done that day
was playful, raw sex, but that candlelit session was tremendously tender,
warm and loving.
     Karu finally had to leave.  Parting was not easy and we both wept a
bit in each other's arms.  I watched his broad back and beautiful, muscular
buttocks as he walked through the clearing and into the darkness carrying
his horn and hemp belt.
     That stormy day spent with my beloved new friend was, by far, the most
idyllic day of my life up to that moment.  A clock now never played any
part in my existence.  I knew it was night when it got dark, and day when
it got light.
     I also knew that my life would never be the same!
     I continued with my work, always keeping two journals.  Daily I'd be
with the tribe in the village.  They were always very friendly and seemed
to like seeing Karu and me in open embraces.  Hardening penises were never
hidden by anyone, and most in the tribe appeared to be actively interested
in viewing (and sometimes touching) my erections.
     Each time it rained Karu would spend the day and possibly, even the
night.  Those times were almost always beyond my wildest expectations.  All
the tribesmen worked through the day gathering food, tending to their
animals and crops.  When it rained most of them took the day off.  A day
off, for Karu, meant coming to see me.  I could hardly wait for rain!
     We'd begun doing a lot of anal fingering during our love sessions.
Sometimes a full fingered probing would be an integral part of our mutual
orgasmic explorations.  Rainy days were much the same as those I've already
described, yet they were also always different and very experimental.
Sometimes we'd mutually masturbate each other.  Sometimes one of us would
lay on the towel on a mat while the other rubbed the greasy coconut oil
into the other's body.  We'd reciprocate, and then we'd often go on to
servicing each other by mouth and deeply finger probing the other's hot,
oiled anus.
     One rainy day Karu came early and stayed through the day and the
night, not leaving until early the following morning.  Even though the rain
had stopped, that night he returned at about sunset, bearing fruit and
yams.  We ate together, conversed with single words and our eye contact,
then became playful, and loving... and then... both.
     Karu left the next morning and returned that night.  Clearly, the love
of my life had moved in.  I was overjoyed.  Sometimes I'd be in the village
when he returned from his daily labors, and we'd walk off to our hilltop
hut together right in front of everyone.
     Every night we'd love and play, orgasm, cuddle and "talk." Our
communication was as complete and comfortable as any I'd ever had with
anyone.  Daily I worked and wrote while Karu went to do his chores.
Sometimes when he came home we'd go for a long run down the shore.  I
taught him how to do sit-up's, push- ups and other body-building exercises,
as if he needed it.  (Karu's work was manual while mine was much like
"office work," but he always wanted to participate in whatever I did.)
     Nightly we'd "play house," cooking, eating, cleaning up and bathing
together, followed by hours of at least double orgasmic passion (meaning
two orgasms a piece for each of us) and then a night tightly pressed
together in the big, soft bed.
     A race was planned.  About four times a year all of the young Jimani
males participated in a long naked run along the shore, cutting across the
island at a narrow spot, and returning to the start/finish line.  Eru
chided me into participating.  My almost daily marathons with Karu had
prepared me well, and even though I was older than many of the
participants, my long legs and conditioning propelled me to eighth place.
Karu came in first, beating another slightly younger boy by only inches.
     That night there was another orgiastic celebration.  It was much like
the previous exceptionally wanton display of unbridled passions, except
that this time, after the banquet and the "grog," Karu and I orally
serviced each other out in the area where the dancers had been while most
of the tribe approvingly watched.  There seemed to be universal endorsement
among the tribe of our love for each other.
     If I had not been so consumed with my love for Karu, there were many
other princely young men with handsome bodies that could have stolen my
affections.  That night was the first time I saw some of the young
tribesmen using their fingers to anally search each other, usually while
their lips and tongues were engaged close by.  I realized that anal
activities were not off limits to these people, but well-oiled fingers
seemed to be the only tool used.
     For some reason I'd been obsessing about my anus, yearning to have it
probed.  Anal sex was something I'd run across in my studies and I was very
curious.  I'd been deeply washing myself during baths and showers if Karu
wasn't around, and I'd been using two fingers and the coconut oil the
villagers had shared to try to satisfy the desire I had to have my anal
orifice carefully and deeply explored.
     One evening, during a long and exhausting run, Karu fell into the
ocean with me in one of our playful clinches.  As I held him, one of my
fingers strayed purposefully over his aperture.  Almost as if in response,
his fingers slipped up and down the crack between my nates.  Earlier that
day, while he was gone, I'd used a lot of oil and the cavity was still
moist.
     We were thrashing around together lustfully in the salt water.  As if
to gain a wrestling hold as we played, Karu's finger found my opening.
Once it slipped inside the oily moisture made it slippery.  Dramatically, I
flipped my head back and let out an ecstatic groan.  It was a real
expression, but I made it more theatrical than normal.  It was clearly an
invitation for Karu to explore more deeply... and he did!
     We played in the water for many moments before finally running back up
the hill to our hut.  We bathed each other to get the salt water off our
bodies.  Again, Karu's fingers explored me internally for just a moment.
Again, I made it clear that the finger-search was exciting.  I added some
oil to my aperture as he watched.
     It was getting dark.  I lit a candle and set it on the crude little
table beside the bed.  We fell into bed, embracing and kissing.  We were
side by side, passionately fondling each other.
     I raised a leg and laid it over his body.  Karu's fingers strayed
between my legs to fondle my testicles and then slip below them.  I was
stroking his pulsing manhood and lightly brushing his super-sensitized
glans.  We kissed, and then moved closer as we played.  His penis was under
my balls and his fingers stroked the crevice between my nates.
     After an almost unbearable wait, his fingers again moved to enter me.
I was almost crazed with lust.  As I fondled Karu's penis his passions
began to build.  He finally inserted a second digit.  Two of his fingers
were deeply probing me as I brought him to the brink.  His breathing was
very labored, his body shook, and his rummaging fingers were moving without
much direction from his lust- crazed brain.  Almost all of his semen spewed
into my hand and over my scrotum as his violent orgasm rocked the bed.
     Our movement stopped.  His fingers stopped moving but remained inside
of me.  We kissed again, more deeply than ever before, as lips sucked and
tongues explored.  For many minutes our kissing developed from simple lip
touching to full "chewing" of lips, tongues, cheeks, noses and ears.
     Karu was getting more and more excited.  I rubbed his expended semen
into the crack below my scrotum.  His penis had softened ever so slightly
after his orgasm but now it was back to the state of full, pulsing
rigidity.  I rubbed Karu's drying love juices around his inserted fingers.
He pulled them out.  I pressed the juices into the cavity to add moisture.
     Karu seemed to know what was coming.  I pulled us together and his
firm member slid up the crack of my buttocks until his glans was positioned
at the entrance to my inner sanctum.  My hand held his throbbing organ.  We
repositioned slightly as I pressed the tip hard against my fiery aperture.
The tip slipped inside.  I gasped.  Karu groaned.  There was no real pain.
I pulled him against me and he slipped deeper.
     Soon, Karu's pulsing penis was as deeply imbedded as our position
would allow.  His hips began to rotate.  My body pressed forward to meet
his small thrusts.  Our lust intensified.  His thrusts became deeper, and I
rammed forward to maximize the depth of his penetration.  Soon our bodies
were crashing together as we both gave way to our carnal cravings.  His
breathing was again very labored.  "Ooof!"  The sound escaped him each time
he slammed into me.
     The physical sensations were extraordinary.  Something deep inside of
me was being stimulated in a way I'd never before experienced.  The pace
changed often.  We'd deeply kiss for a while as our bodies moved only
slightly.  Then the velocity would multiply.  We'd crash together in total
abandon.
     My penis involuntarily flooded Karu's stomach with a load of my seed.
I'm not sure he realized what had happened.  After slowing for a few
moments, we again began fiercely slamming against each other, with Karu's
penis reaching as deeply into my bowels as possible.

     This time there was no deceleration of the furious pace.  Karu was a
pool of perspiration.  He was gasping for breath and panting as if a heart
attack was occurring.  Then, with a savage shudder and an "Ooof," his body
froze as if paralyzed, and then I felt a flooding warmth deep within my
core.
     We collapsed in each others arms, with Karu's root still planted deep
in my innards.  It must have been close to a half hour before we finally
separated so I could use the towel to wipe us both off.
     We were both famished and made our dinner together in the candlelight.
We embraced, kissed, hugged and fondled through a long and loving meal.
Later we bathed and changed sheets, washing the used towel and sheets
before we rinsed each other.
     We had added another exciting experience to our litany of love acts.
Each night, and sometimes in the morning, we'd kiss, embrace, then stroke
each others hardness.  Once in a while the satisfaction of orgasm would
come then and our sexual experience would end for the time being at that
point.  Usually we'd orally pleasure each other, and a few times a week
Karu would fiercely probe my depths with his hard, throbbing tube.
     It was almost a month, and after a lot of experimentation, that Karu
finally was able to comfortably receive my penis.  The loving act of giving
ourselves to each other seemed to be a very fundamental part of those anal
experiences.  On one wonderful, rainy day, Karu demonstrated how he'd
practiced stretching himself to prepare for my invasion.  He'd found some
thick tree branches of the size and shape of my eight inch penis, debarked
and whittled them until smooth, and then oiled them before working them
into himself.
     Once in a while I wonder what I'll do when it's time for me to leave
this place.  I put off the thought, knowing that I will probably stay with
Karu and the tribe and forsake my work as I've known it.  Never have I been
so loved and accepted.  It's hard for a Westernized man to conceive of a
life so totally free and non-judgmental.  Karu and I have even more fully
participated in two more tribal celebrations, finally sharing every aspect
of our physical love for each other for the view and titillation of the
others.
     One other young Jimani tribesman sometimes comes by to race with us to
the water, swim, chase, and dash back up the hill.  His name sounds like
"Oru." We've included him in our mutual bathing and fondling, and Karu
yesterday encouraged me to demonstrate my oral expertise to him.  Then,
when handsome young Oru was sated, we demonstrated each of our carnal acts
to him as he stroked himself and watched.
     That day ended with kind of a threesome as I laid face down in the
hammock with my erect penis again hanging through the webbing.  Karu
straddled the hammock, laying on my back so that he could again explore my
anus with his hard probe.  Oru watched for a while.  Karu said something to
him.  Then, Oru laid under me and expertly serviced my penis and testicles
with his mouth while Karu was slamming himself deeply into me from above.
     Karu has only lived with me for less than two months, but we have
developed our communication skills to the point where he could probably at
least function if lost in America.  I now know enough of his language to be
able to have simple communications with the rest of the tribe.
     I've been wondering in recent days if Karu could return to America
with me for a few months when it's time for me to go back.  My lectures
would certainly have greater impact if the listeners could actually meet my
handsome young friend, especially if he were to appear in his native
feather headdress and horn.  I guess I can delay that decision for at least
two years.
     If you ever read this, you will know that such a thing had happened.
I certainly will never leave this life and this island without my new
physical, mental and spiritual partner.

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