Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 20:58:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Dagor Dragontooth <niftyshellshock@yahoo.com>
Subject: Anthropology Part 3

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	Clark and I, We had developed a sort of routine for that first
week, if it could be called that. I'd get up in the morning, stark naked,
with Clark by my side, already erect. I'd suck his neatly circumcised dick
off, and then we'd go on a morning run around the mansion, afterwards, he'd
go off into his office to do some business, and I would begin some
preliminary research of the tribe I was supposed to be studying. For lunch,
we met, then relaxed for the next couple of hours, or played the frotting
game, which always managed to end in him beating me by a fair margin. After
showering, together, we had dinner, and afterwards settled down for bed.
	That was every day, except this day, Friday, a week after I had
arrived at the island.
	I had just stepped out of the shower, and was heading to sit next
to Clark in the bed. "You know, one of these days, I'm going to have to
start working on that research, what few information I have on the tribe is
not enough for scholarly stuff." I said, toweling off. He smiled, "Yeah, I
guess it's about time we get started on that." I walked closer to the bed
and stood in front of him, gazing lustily at his body as he stared at
mine. "But first...answer me this....what makes a man a man?" I
shrugged. "Chivalry, honor, all that?" He shook his head. "What makes a man
is for another man to implant his seed in another." I looked at him
questioningly, then I got it. "You don't mean..." he nodded.
	It made sense, earlier at the shower, he had been inordinately
playful, and thorough with cleaning. I gulped. "What do you want me to do?"
He smiled. "Just get comfortable." I did, settling myself down on the bed,
my back to him. I turned my head and saw as he opened the bedside drawer
and took out a small vial. He poured some of its contents into his hand and
then lathered some on his penis. He poured some more out and then spread my
buttcheeks apart, and then I turned to face forward again. Just as I
turned, he probed a finger deep into my hole, lathering my insides with a
cool sensation. "Alright, this is going to hurt for just a bit, but you'll
get used to it. Are you ready?" I nodded as I felt the tip of his prick
poke against my back. Clark grabbed me by my thighs, and without further
warning, thrust into me. I suppressed a yelp as his eight-inch tool
penetrated into me. He let my body get used to the new intruder, and then
began riding me slowly. It was quite an experience, but I went ahead with
it, relaxing my body. "See, it's not so bad. Just enjoy it." He said,
gradually picking up speed, and then he stopped suddenly. "Turn over, on
your back." I nodded, and did as he commanded. He pulled out just long
enough for me to turn over. He grabbed my ankles and held them high,
draping them over his shoulders. Then he entered me again. I groaned, half
a groan of pain, and half a moan of pleasure. He continued to grind into
me, and I felt myself getting closer to coming as well, as I began to
masturbate furiously. Within minutes of this, I groaned and spilt my seed
into my chest, and not long after, he shuddered, and I felt my insides
being filled with warmth. I let my feet relax and fall to his side as he
leaned forward to kiss me. We tongue-wrestled for what seemed like hours,
and then he pulled out and said, "Now you're a man."