Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 08:07:09 -0500 (EST)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip part 11 of 12

Installment 11 A Special Trip

Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between a male adult
and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
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The next day, Saturday, a new car arrived at the cabin. Out jumped Tony,
already butt naked, and Mr. Johnson, fully dressed. Marcus began
introducing Tony's father to all the others, but Tony simply jumped up
into Uncle's strong waiting arms, wrapped his arms around his neck and
his legs around his waist, and planted his lips on the mouth of the man
he missed so much. Marcus asked how Mrs. Johnson was doing. Rip asked
about Billy and learned that Tony's brother now had a crush on a young
girl from their church. Tonight he was taking her to see a movie. Pieter
asked how the drive was. Pablo asked if Mr. Johnson would like to borrow
one of his penis covers from Wal-Mart, but Johnson decided to leave his
clothes on. All were so busy in their conversation, that at first, only
Rip noticed that Tony and Uncle were still in tender loving embrace. Then
Torang noticed Uncle's klot was engorged. Soon the men too stopped and
stared at the loving couple.

Malcolm looked at Rip and mouthed two letters, "K Y." Rip slipped inside
and brought out the lube. He opened the cap and spread a liberal amount
on his hand and then very professionally applied it to little Tony's
asshole as well as Uncle's cock. Unconcerned with all the others on the
porch, Malcolm then spread Tony's buttocks and gently guided him down on
to his spike. Rip had seen all this before, but this was the first time
the grown men had ever witnessed a standing fuck, and for Mr. Johnson,
the first time he had ever seen his young son fucked in any position.
They watched as Tony was bounced in time to Malcolm's thrusts and had his
love canal filled with the man's abundant love cream. When the cock had
done its work and fell limp, Torang got up to begin licking Tony's
pantlup, but Tony was not expecting that and started giggling and
squirming. The moment was over. Malcolm put the boy down, Rip got the
soccer ball and the three boys scampered off to play and get bet! ter
acquainted.

After another delicious supper prepared by Pablo, the Johnsons left and
Malcolm, Rip and Torang went to work on the jigsaw puzzle. The three men
got in the hot tub. Soon Malcolm joined them. "The boys said I was doing
it all wrong, so I left them to finish it themselves," he smiled.

Pieter then said, "Malcolm, I'd like to make a proposition. Please hear
me out, and then take some time to consider my offer before you respond."

Malcolm was intrigued with the idea, but realized how different things
would be if he accepted. He went to bed that night, but didn't fall
asleep for hours. He kept looking at sweet little Rippy asleep on his
left and then this precious little Torang on his right. What was the
Sambian boy dreaming of? Probably dreaming of being a man some day, a big
strong man with a healthy tingu and a klot that made lots of susu kental
pria. After breakfast, he asked to talk to Pieter outside alone.

"What are they talking about, Dad?"

"Don't worry, Rip. They're discussing Torang's future."

Shortly, everyone gathered in the living room to hear the new plan. After
they return to their rented home, Pieter and Pablo would help Torang pack
his things and then in a week he would move into Uncle's men's house, the
one back in town. He would live there full-time -- this was a first for
Malcolm -- until they flew back to New Guinea at the end of the academic
year. Pablo would also stay with Malcolm in order to continue Torang's
training and allow Malcolm to do his work at the Club. He would use the
spare bedroom. Pieter had offered to pay Malcolm generously for putting
himself out, but Malcolm insisted that the only remuneration he wanted
was to have Pablo take over the kitchen. A year of his meals would be
more than sufficient pay. Rip was assured that he would come just as
often as before, on the long school breaks, and of course Tony would
continue to come on weekends. Having Uncle's semen all to himself the
rest of the week, Torang certainly wouldn't be as poss! essive when
either of the other boys was there.

The move took place with no problem. Pieter found a small apartment to
rent; he didn't need the large house if he was going to live by himself.
And he began taking most of his meals at the faculty dining room. Every
week, as soon as he concluded his last lecture, he drove over to
Malcolm's to spend a few days with his son. He was willing to sleep on
the hide-a-bed. It was just wonderful watching his son growing bigger
each week, as well as more secure, less tense. Torang was confident now
that his tingu was getting regular nourishment. On the weekends, he was
perfectly willing to relinquish Malcolm's klot to his new friend Tony's
care, (although, Tony did show him the way he and Billy used to tag team
Malcolm.) Sometimes Pieter would take Torang on day trips to a park or
local museum or such, giving Malcolm some quality time alone with Tony.

On Thanksgiving day, Malcolm left the Sambians and headed for Nana's
house. They had all been invited of course. Nana had plenty of food,
three more mouths would make no difference. But the more Pieter had
thought about all the women there, the more nervous he became. Certainly,
at least a few of those women would be going through their monthly
bleeding and he was concerned for his son's health. So the three Papua
tribesmen stayed back and had their own meal. That evening, they heard
the garage door open and soon Malcolm appeared, followed by a naked and
very overstuffed Rip. The boys picked up their friendship where they had
left off and played games all weekend. Nana had sent three times the
usual leftovers so all Pablo had to do for a few days was reheat.

Back at the university, for the next two weeks, Marcus met regularly with
Pieter. He was determined to do his damnedest to get Morang to the
Sloans' house for Christmas. He knew Christmas morning just wouldn't feel
right for Rip unless his black brother was there to open presents as
well. His plan called for all the tact and negotiating skills Marcus
could muster. He began by casually mentioning some of their Christmas
traditions, the happy moments they enjoy each year, the fact that the
holiday centers about the children. Pieter had his own recollections of
Christmases he celebrated at the mission school. Marcus then made a
little joke about Andrea feeling outnumbered, that she was always the
lone female in a house of males. Last year, her mother came for the first
time, but this year Nana, now getting used to living on her own, had
booked a cruise to the Bahamas for the holidays. Marcus wanted Pieter to
erase the mental picture of the Thanksgiving dinner attended by au! nts,
biological and otherwise, great aunts, aunts once removed and female
cousins. He kept describing the excitement of Christmas morning and
reiterating how it was too bad little Torang had to miss the fun.

Pieter's solid wall was beginning to crack. Torang's tingu was obviously
getting stronger from his time with Malcolm. Perhaps it could withstand
the presence of just one woman. However, he still needed certain
assurances. Marcus decided he didn't need to tell Andrea the details of
the hard negotiations that finally clinched the deal, including his sworn
promise that his wife would not be having her period at that time, that
she would never appear undressed, that no other women would make surprise
appearances, and that she not cook Torang's food.

When Malcolm drove up the Sloans' drive on Christmas eve, beside him was
a happy little Torang and on the outside window a slightly nervous Pablo.
The back seat was totally filled with presents. Marcus had picked up
Pieter a couple hours earlier and by himself he was fine in the presence
of Marcus' son and wife. He was silently praying to his ancestors that he
was doing the right thing for his only son. He went out to help the other
men unload Malcolm's car while Rip ran inside, dragging Torang.

"Hi, Mom. This is my brother. Torang, this is my Mom. I'm gonna show him
where my bedroom is. Bye, Mom."

Pablo went right to work in the kitchen. Marcus had convinced Andrea that
Pieter was very insistent on having Pablo help. He didn't want Andrea put
out by their company. She bought it, having heard about the famous
Sambian chef. Cooking helped take Pablo's mind off the fact that
vulnerable little Torang was under the same roof as a female. He too
offered prayers with every vegetable he sliced.

The house was a-bustle with conversation and tasty treats. Torang studied
the marvelous Christmas tree. Rip checked out all the presents underneath
it. Andrea played some Christmas carols on the piano and even Pieter
remembered some of the words from his childhood. Malcolm asked if anyone
wanted to play Twister but got no takers. Around nine o'clock the heavens
seemed to answer everyone's prayers by blessing the house with a blanket
of snow.

It was very cozy in Rip's bed that night; he, Torang and Malcolm didn't
seem to mind having to share the twin mattress. Pieter got the bed in the
spare bedroom and Pablo slept beside him on the cot. All settled down for
a long winter's nap.

Of course, Rip and his two bedmates were the first ones up. Malcolm put
the coffee on. Rip got his camera ready. Torang kept fussing with his
strange bathrobe. Soon Pablo awoke and started cracking eggs for
breakfast, and then Marcus and Andrea came and settled into their chairs.

Finally, Pieter arrived. "I'm sorry, I slept rather fitfully at first.
Strange bed, you know. Then I fell sound asleep and slept like a log."

"You sounded like a lumberman's chain saw!" Pablo called out from the
kitchen.

"We snorers just can't get any respect around here," said Malcolm. With
everyone present, the gift-opening could begin. "Oh, my, this is
something from both Torang and Rippy. What can it be?" as Malcolm
examined the present remarkably similar to Rippy's present the year
before. "Hmm, let's see, it's about the size of a book, but it's too
thin. Hmm, I can't feel any texture."

"Yeah, yeah, and it don't jingle and it don't stink. Come on, already.
Open the fuckin' present, Uncle!"

"Excuse my son's language, Pieter."

"Oh, don't worry, I know how impatient boys can be."

Malcolm's present was indeed another picture for his album, this one of
Rippy and Torang with their arms around each other's shoulders and grins
from ear to ear to ear to ear. "Dad took it with my camera and then we
went to the drug store and got it printed real big for you. So now you
got three brothers?"

"What?"

"You know, Chucky and Harry, they're brothers. And Billy and Tony,
they're brothers. And now, me and Torang, we're brothers. So you got
three brothers in your album. Well, let's see, six I guess. Well, you
know what the fuck I mean."

Later that morning, the phone rang. It was Nana calling from mid-ocean to
wish everyone a happy Christmas. She couldn't talk long on the
ship-to-shore phone, but it was great hearing her voice.

Every so often, Rip or Torang or both would sneak off to the bedroom with
Malcolm and celebrate the holiday in the way that only young boys and the
older lover could. Malcolm loved being able to open the tiny little
presents they offered him, one in adorable pink wrapping, the other in
rich dark chocolate.

Pablo served an indescribably scrumptious Christmas dinner totally
American in cuisine: ham, yams, succotash, gravy, and pumpkin pie for
dessert. Andrea assured him he could come and take over the cooking any
time he wanted. She wondered to herself if he'd come to Greece and teach
old Cassandra how to cook.

A little alcohol in the evening put the three married men in a more
festive spirit and they decided what the hell, let's break out the
Twister. Andrea wisely opted not to participate but rather sit and watch
six males of various ages and complexions, and in various states of
undress, make total fools of themselves.

A few days later, when Malcolm, Pablo and Torang prepared to leave, --
Pieter was going to ride along with them as far as his apartment, -- the
mood was quiet. Everyone kept their thoughts private but it was obvious
much had changed in the previous week. Finally, the car was all packed
and it was time to leave. Pieter walked up to Andrea and took her hand,
as Pablo's jaw dropped. "Dr. Sloan, thank you so much for having us in
your lovely home. I wonder if Marcus would be terribly jealous if I
kissed your cheek."

"He might well be, but I don't care. Kiss me, Pieter."

"Torang, my son, come here and give our hostess a kiss. She was very good
to us this week." Pablo's jaw dropped further. Torang was hesitant, but
trusted that his father knew best. Anyway, he figured his tingu was
really strong now. Andrea bent over and the black boy pecked her cheek
quickly, and raced to the car.

"We'll see you next week on campus, Pieter. We're both glad you came. It
was a very special holiday this year."

Over the next few months, Pieter visited with the Sloans often, and on a
couple occasions Andrea was even invited to the cabin for a long weekend.
She knew, however, that it truly was a men's house, and so let Marcus and
Rip go on their own.

As the college year neared its end, the Sloans saw a lot of Pieter. It
was going to be sad to say goodbye to their good friend. But it would be
even harder for Rip to say goodbye to his brother. He tried not to think
about it, but the parting was inevitable. Rip spent Memorial Day weekend,
the last long weekend of the year, at the cabin, wishing somehow he could
stop time and stay there with Torang forever. Pieter, Pablo and Malcolm
felt bad for the boys. Malcolm of course was going to miss his 24/7
cocksucker, but even so his heart would not break as much as that of his
own nephew.

Trying to cheer the boys up, Pieter remarked casually at supper one
evening, "Perhaps Euripides' parents will bring him to visit us in Sambia
some day and then you'll see each other again."

"Wow, really? Could we, Dr. Tong? Could we, Malcolm? When? This summer?
That would be so fuckin' cool!!"

"Hold on there, Rippy. You know your mom and dad have to go back to
Greece. And you'll get to play with your buddies there again. Your
parents have already started packing. But, maybe another year. We'll
see." A small boy's hopes can certainly skyrocket one moment and come
crashing down the next.

Later, the boys went out on the porch with Pieter and Pablo. Pablo taught
them the Sambian names for the different constellations and told them the
wonderful stories they represented. Meanwhile, Malcolm got on the phone.
"Yeah, Sis, Rippy considered it a bona fide invite and he really was
crushed when I reminded him of Greece. Yeah, of course, I know your
commitment to the Naxos project. That's why I was wondering if you might
consider . . ."

Malcolm joined the others on the porch with a sly smile on his face.
"Rippy, my man, remember what you were thinking about this time last
year?"

"Uh, let's see, yeah, we was planning to go to Disney World. That was so
neat. Then I flew all by myself to Greece to join Mom and Dad. I showed
them all my pictures, and . . . uh, Why did you ask me that, Uncle?"

"Well, do you think you could make that trip to Greece alone again,
buddy?"

"Uh, yeah." Rip's forehead was riddled with little question marks.

"Well, then, it looks like you and me would have some time to take
another trip together."

"Really? where?"

"Oh, I was thinking, maybe . . . New Guinea."

"Yippee!!" Both boys high fived each other and then ran over to give
Malcolm double smackers. They squeezed their Uncle tight, as he
reiterated for Pieter his conversation with Rippy's mother.

.oOo.

Dr. Tong and his son had on their best suits when they arrived at the
airport in Port Moresby. "Euripides won't recognize you in those fine
western clothes," Pieter joked.

But Torang was not in a joking mood. "Did we miss the plane, Dad? I hope
they didn't miss it. I want to see my brother again."

"The other boys were very surprised when you told them you had a brother.
And they were so excited to find out about your wonderful mentor
Malcolm."

"He he, yeah," Torang began to ease up. "And they was so amazed when I
told them he was also my mo-e."

"Their fathers were amazed when I told them you didn't even cry or
scream. They said your tingu must be very very strong now. They said
you're going to be a great man, a warrior, with many many sons. When you
begin to get hair, Son, lots of fathers are going to want your susu
kental pria for their boys. You will get lots of requests to be a mentor.
I am so proud of . . ."

"Daddy, there's a plane. See it? I think it's them."

.oOo.

As the Land Rover made its way through the bush, Rip and Torang bounced
along in the back seat on their bare asses. They weren't away from the
airport five minutes before they shed all those terrible clothes. Torang
pointed to monkeys and tiny kangaroos and beautiful birds with long
flowing feathers. It was all too much to take in at once (unlike Uncle's
klot). Eventually the minimal trail petered out and Dr. Tong turned off
the car in a small clearing. "We have to walk from here, Malcolm. You can
leave your clothes here; you won't need them." Then remembering how
everyone in America kept their possessions tightly locked, he added,
"Don't worry, I pay the monkeys to protect the car." Pieter opened a
compartment on the side and he and Malcolm stripped and left their
clothes there. "You better keep your shoes, though. You, too, Euripides.
Your American soles aren't accustomed to our forest floors."

Malcolm laced up his hiking boots. "Should I wear a jock or something?"

"As a bachelor, you can either wear a penis cover or not. I have to keep
mine on as a married man." From another compartment, Pieter pulled a
beautifully woven grass cloth decorated with gorgeous feathers which he
tied on his waist and arranged in front of his klot. "I'm afraid word has
gotten out about your amazing susu kental pria, so, Malcolm, I suggest
unless you can handle a hundred boys fighting to suck your klot, that you
keep yours covered as well." He handed his guest a cloth identical to his
own.

"Wow, Uncle, you look beautiful in that." Rip took a photograph. Malcolm
grabbed a backpack containing lots of chocolate bars for the little boys
of the village, his and Rip's toothbrushes, and a few other necessities
like a couple tubes of KY. The four walked for nearly an hour.

When they got to the village, there was excitement everywhere. Most of
the boys and men wanted to touch the strange pink skin, and the odd
textured hair. Boys darted about trying to get a peak at the fecund klot
they'd heard so much about. Torang took his brother by the hand and now
it was his turn to give a tour. Bachelors throughout the village might
have found the legendary white man just a little threatening, for they
began calling their boys to suck them off, hoping to prove that they too
had good susu kental pria. In fact, they were all making plans to have
Torang ingest their own semen as soon as the white man finished his
visit. They wanted to be able to brag later that the boy's great
manliness was due to their contribution. Torang's tingu would be in no
danger of being undernourished before he reached puberty and had boys
sucking him.

Rip and Malcolm were given hammocks near the fire, a place of honor in
the men's house. Each evening as the men sat around the fire and told
stories of tribal lore, with Pablo quietly translating for the visitors,
the visitors felt special indeed. Rip listened to the wonderful songs
while he and Torang took turns sucking Malcolm. As a favor to the chief,
Malcolm also allowed a couple of his sons to ingest his semen.

Uncle fucked both Rip and Torang a couple times, but preferred to walk a
ways into the jungle to do it. For one thing, he did not want to
encourage the bachelors to go fucking their little charges when he knew
they didn't have a supply of KY. Also, he knew that AIDS was running
rampant in the area. Some of these men had been away from the village
just like Pieter, Pablo and Sarong. He had no way of knowing if they had
brought the virus back with them. Some of these innocent young boys may
even have been born HIV+ from their infected mothers. They looked healthy
enough but that's the trouble with HIV; it can take years to manifest. In
the meantime, an infected person can infect many others. Malcolm wasn't
going to take any chances.

Three nights before they were scheduled to leave, Malcolm submitted to a
very sacred rite. He allowed the men to pierce his septum. Then he was
given a monkey bone to wear in it. Rip took more pictures. That night, as
Rip tried to nurse Malcolm's sore nose with gentle kisses, he thought
about all the things he had to tell and show his parents, his friends in
Greece, and his relatives and friends in America. Looking back over the
previous two years, Rip decided he was the luckiest boy on earth.