Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:10:05 -0500 (EST)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Rip part 9 of 12

Installment 9 Rip's New Brother

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Once again, Rip missed the first few weeks of school but quickly caught
up. And the parents Sloan got back into the regimen of academia. One day,
Marcus came home to report he had gone to lunch with Pieter and found him
very interesting, no, paradoxical. From a tribe that lived along the
Sambia River, Pieter proved his brilliance at the mission school which
arranged for him to continue his lessons at a boarding school. He met the
famous anthropologist Gilbert Herdt who encouraged him to continue his
studies. He won a scholarship to the University of Australia where he
studied the anthropology of the Indonesian islands. Returning to his
native country, Doctorate in hand, he accepted a position at the
University of New Guinea in Port Moresby, where he eventually became head
of the Anthropology and Archaeology Department. Meanwhile, he married a
woman back in his tribal village who bore him a son. Spending four days a
week on campus and three living with the Sambia, Pieter ! lived in two
very different worlds.

The Sambia still live as they have for millennia, despite the
encroachments of government seeking to promote an international image as
a "civilized" nation and of corporate business seeking to exploit the
abundant resources of the island. Like proud indigenous people throughout
the world, Pieter wanted to continue the rich traditions of his tribe
while absorbing the benefits of modern culture. A difficult task. At the
university, he worked side by side with well-educated capable women who
were his equals. Back in his tribe, women were regarded with fear and
scorn. Though they did "all the work," they were considered unimportant.
In fact, men felt that too frequent contact with women would weaken the
men. They did not even trust them to prepare their food. Like the other
Sambian men, Pieter didn't share his wife's hut when he visited the
tribe. They had sex outside in their small vegetable garden and then
Pieter returned to the men's house. Instead of a husband, a woman s!
hared her hut with pigs, daughters and infant boys. As soon as a little
boy was weaned, he was removed from his mother's care so as not to be
further contaminated.

As Marcus listened to Pieter describe the ways of his native village, he
noticed that he started out prefacing each sentence with "they think."
Soon this became "we think," but eventually their was no qualifying
weasel phrase. Pieter simply stated the truth as his Sambian self knew
it.

His only son, Torang, now eight, had no memory of his mother. He had not
seen her in seven years. But like all the boys in the tribe, he was
lovingly raised in the men's house. Pieter sped home each week after his
last class at UNG to spend at much time as possible with his little boy,
but when he wasn't there, the boy's mentor taught him the skills a
Sambian needs to learn. Pieter had chosen Somare for mentor. As his
wife's younger brother and still a bachelor, Somare was the ideal choice.
Unfortunately, when Torang was only six, his uncle went to work
temporarily for the lumber company that was decimating the rain forest in
the hills. Away from the influence of his village, he succumbed to
temptation and began using his salary to visit the prostitutes who lived
in the lumber camp. A Sambian man should have no contact with women until
he marries. This breach of tribal law compromised Somare's manhood,
making him unfit to continue as Torang's mentor. He had been contamin!
ated. He had, in fact, contracted AIDS, and without the medications
available in developed countries, his health quickly deteriorated and he
died, proof of the wisdom of the ancient lore. Torang continued to live
and learn and develop in the men's house, but Pieter was desperate to
find another mentor, before his son's tingu dried up. Marcus thought he
understood what that meant, but wasn't sure.

When he was awarded the fellowship to come to the United States, Pieter
knew he had to bring Torang with him. He could not bear to leave him for
a whole year. He also chose a young Sambian man who worked at the college
to come along as his assistant. Pablo was college-trained, fluent in
English and French as well as Sambia, and well-versed in western culture,
enjoying rock music, TV sit coms, and American hamburgers. He had a new
wife in the village, a couple daughters, but no son, so he had no
attachments to keep him there. As Pieter's assistant, he could help
translate and interpret, run countless errands, and also tutor young
Torang. Pieter had no intention of enrolling his son in the local public
school where he would have to sit and play and learn in the company of
females. His developing manhood was already compromised too much to take
that risk. As a married man, Pablo could never be Torang's mentor, but
under his tutelage the boy was quickly learning English, mat! h, and all
the "western" skills he needed for his stay in America.

Marcus did not understand then the difference between mentor and tutor,
but he realized that being home-taught, little Torang needed a playmate.
He told Pieter about Rip, and suggested they all come over to dinner and
get acquainted. There was a bit of hesitation on Pieter's part. He said
he was looking forward to meeting Dr. Andrea Sloan, whom he knew was also
on the faculty, but that perhaps for now just Marcus and Rip might come
to his rented home some afternoon.

That evening, Marcus told his wife all about the guest lecturer. Andrea
was not impressed with the Sambian treatment of women and Pieter's
seeming compliance with it, but she agreed Torang must be lonely for
other little boys to play with and she knew how quickly her congenial Rip
made friends with everyone. Marcus told her about Pieter's reluctance to
come to dinner. "But of course, you asshole. Don't you see?"

"See what?"

"Honestly, Marcus, for a university professor, you sure are slow to pick
up on stuff. Don't you see, it's me! I'm a woman, damn it. Of course,
Pieter doesn't want to bring his son here. I'd contaminate him."

"What? Don't be silly, Andy. Pieter works with women all the time."

"Yes, but he's a married man. So is Pablo. They're safe. But little
Torang is vulnerable. Until he grows up and marries, he isn't safe around
women. Don't you get it?"

"Wow."

"Yeah, look, his father may be a bigot but I feel sorry for the little
boy. You take Rip over there and visit. Rip is a smart kid. He's not
going to be swayed by the man's prejudices. Go on, let them get together.
It'll be fun for Rip."

.oOo.

In the Plymouth, Rip was full of excitement. When he learned about little
Torang, he read all he could about Papua. He read about the headhunters
there and thought that was thrilling. As they pulled up the drive, two
black men came out the front door. Two very black men. Rip had a lot of
black friends at school, but none were as dark as these guys. Marcus got
out.

"Hi, Pieter. And you must be Pablo. Good to meet you. Come here, Son.
This here is Rip, he just turned ten this summer." Then he lied, "Andrea
was so sorry she couldn't join us," at which both Sambian men smiled and
Pablo gave a little wave. Immediately the front door opened again and out
ran the cutest and blackest child Marcus had ever seen.

"This is my son Torang. Torang, this is your new friend, Rip."

Rip gave him a big smile, "High Five!" The two boys slapped hands. Pablo
had indeed taught Torang well. The five males went inside and Torang
immediately absconded with Rip up to his bedroom, while the three men
went into the kitchen. Pieter began getting out some refreshments while
Marcus and Pablo sat down to get better acquainted.

"Pablo, I want to learn so much more about your culture. Perhaps you can
explain the role of the mentor Pieter spoke about."

"The mentor's role is to insure the boy is able to become a man. To give
him the strength he needs to marry and make sons. Of course, you know how
to make a son."

"Yes, I sure do," Marcus laughed.

"That's because you are a man. You have lots of semen." Marcus wasn't
prepared for that observation.

"Well, yes, I must admit, my tingu is often full of sperm."

"What? Oh, ha, ha, you think 'tingu' means 'penis.'"

Pieter, who had been setting out some cups of coffee and a cake, laughed
also. "Pablo baked this this morning. He's a great cook. Our word for
penis is 'klot.' Pablo, tell Marcus what the tingu is."

"Everyone, man and woman, is born with a tingu. It's somewhere in your
abdomen. At birth a girl's tingu is full of blood, as she grows it gets
more and more blood until the day comes when it bursts. That is the sign
that she can get pregnant. However, a baby boy's poor little tingu is dry
and all shriveled up. The boy will never be able to become a man unless
his tingu is given a steady diet of susu kental pria. That's our term for
semen."

Marcus added that one to his mental list: cum, splooge, jizz, spunk, now
susu kental pria. Seems like an awkwardly long term.

Pablo continued, "So we teach our boys when they are very young to ingest
semen."

"They swallow your cum?"

"Well, yes. But, . . ."

Marcus envisioned the day this past year when Rip proudly gave him the
first of many blow jobs. "So Torang has been sucking you guys off since
he was just a toddler?"

Pieter took over the explanation, "Well, no. Please, let me explain. You
see, a married man's semen is for putting into his wife to make boys.
When she is pregnant, he has to work very hard to make sure the little
baby inside has enough semen or it won't even develop. No, a prepubescent
boy must get his semen from a bachelor. The ideal person is his mother's
younger brother. Torang was getting lots of semen from his Uncle Somare,
before he stupidly went off to that lumber camp. Now I'm afraid he will
never develop into a man. I know you are probably shocked by all this.
Little boys sucking adolescents and young men. I know you don't approve
of these things in your culture, but you have to understand, it is all
part of our . . ."

"Hi, Dad. I came down for some Cokes. Rip and me are thirsty."

"Torang, put some clothes on. You can't go naked like that. This is
America. What will Euripides think of us?"

Just then, Rip came sauntering in, totally naked. "Hi, Dr. Tong. Hey, is
that cake?"

Marcus laughed, "Don't worry, Pieter, Rip loves playing naked. It's
fine." He described the beach on Naxos. "Here, boys, join us. Let me cut
you each a piece of Pablo's cake."

"Oh boy. Cool." That was Torang, not Rip, who said that.

"So I see you two lads are getting along."

"Yeah, Dad, Torang is lots of fun. Can we come here again soon please? He
said he don't have a brother, and neither do I, so we said we are now
brothers. OK? So now I got a brother and so does Torang. Isn't that
cool?"

"It sure is. Pieter, I think my son is going to be coming over here a
lot. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all."

"And, Dad, you know what else? Look what Torang can do with his nose."
Torang pulled the straw out of his Coke can and pushed it through a hole
in his columella. Marcus smiled and the two Sambian men laughed.

"All Sambian boys get their noses pierced, Euripides. Here, see what I
have." Pieter pulled a thin white semicircle out of his pocket and
slipped it into his own nose."

"Wow!! What's that?"

"It's the rib from a small monkey. I haven't worn it since I left our
village, but I keep it in my pocket all the time to remind me where I
come from."

As the boys settled in with their Cokes and cake, Marcus said to his Son,
"Rip, tell Dr. Tong about Uncle Malcolm. Tell him everything you do with
him."

"Uh, everything?" Rip knew when to be discrete.

"Don't worry, Son. Dr. Tong understands. Go on, I want him to hear what
you two do. I want your new brother to hear also. Torang, you listen to
Rip.

So for the next hour, Rip explained the wonderful exciting pleasure he
and Uncle share. The three Sambian males listened with rapt attention,
peppering Rip with lots of questions. Rip was grinning with glee. He
loved being able to tell people about his wonderful uncle. Of course, he
also loved being the center of attention.

"Dr. Sloan, your brother sounds like a wonderful young man."

"Oh, he isn't my brother. He's Andrea's brother. And thirty isn't exactly
young."

"Oh, then he must be getting married soon. All our men already have wives
by the age of thirty."

"No, Malcolm is never going to be married, Pieter. He has no interest in
women."

"So, Euripides, this Uncle Malcolm is your mother's younger brother,
right?"

"Yup. Can I have another piece of cake?"

"Please," Marcus corrected.

"Sorry, please."

"Sure, and you ingest this Uncle Malcolm's semen?"

"Huh?"

"He means you swallow his spunk, Son. Yes, Pieter, believe me, Rip does
lot of ingesting."

"Rip, young man, I have to tell you, you are very very fortunate. You are
going to be a strong father some day, with many many sons."

"I am?"

.oOo.

A few days later the two Doctor Sloans were having lunch in the faculty
dining room when Dr. Tong walked in. "Pieter, over here, please join us."

"And this must be the other Dr. Sloan. I'm pleased to meet you. You have
a wonderful little boy."

"Why, thank you." Andrea was a little surprised that the man her mind had
painted as a chauvinist was so cordial in real life. "Rip was very
excited when he got home the other day. He told me all about his new
young friend. In fact, he hasn't talked about much else since then."

"Funny you should say that. Torang, Pablo and I have had some long talks
ourselves. About Euripides, and also about your brother."

"Malcolm? What about Malcolm?"

"He sounds like a very nice man. Your husband spoke of him in the highest
terms."

"Really?"

"Euripides is very fortunate to have him for a mentor. We have a very big
favor to ask. Please don't be offended."

"Shoot."

"Shoot? Oh, yes, I know, that means you want me to continue, right? OK.
Well, we know your brother is extremely generous to his young nephew. But
we wonder, is it at all possible, that he might consider allowing another
boy to ingest his semen." Andrea began to choke on her corned beef
sandwich. "I'm sorry. I know I was way out of line to make such a
proposal. Please forget I asked."

"No, please, that's all right. I was just a little surprised, that's all.
Actually, Malcolm has had many boys ingest his semen, as you say. He
enjoys the role of 'mentor.' Enjoys it very much."

"Oh, you make me very happy. You see, Torang has been calling Euripides
his new brother. And that makes you sort of like a surrogate mother,
please don't be offended. And in turn, that makes this Malcolm the
perfect person. His semen would make Torang's tingu grow strong. That is,
if Malcolm is willing to do this some time."

Andrea sat stifling a giggle. Marcus seemingly changed the subject, "Tell
me, Pieter, do you like to fish?"

A couple phone calls later and the plans were made.