Date: Wed, 17 Mar 1999 06:17:38 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: kea-tribe-10

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THE KEA TRIBE

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 13th of September, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE KEA TRIBE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, ore
because you think yo really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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TENTH - For the Kea foundation's...

For the Kea foundation's thirty-first year, it was decided to hold a
great festival. The double community was now sound and prosperous.
Hernando, now almost sixty years old, sat in his official attire beside
Chief Luolani IV, a twenty-six year old woman of the "new generation".

Hernando looked with a sense of affection at Santiago near his Celo, at
Zaga with his arm around Hito's waist, at Esteban and Duz, at Gloton
with Machizo, at Manso and Dusango... And recalled his Manuel, and
Mozuelo, Felipe, Jose and the others that had left them, called by the
gods, and who were now resting up there, under the flowers.

His thoughts turned sweetly to Esfean, who at twenty-five didn't want to
unite with anybody, because was in love with him, Hernando. And the
Chief told himself that after the celebration he would at last give him
his assent. He proudly looked at the men, adults and young, and at the
boys of the "new generation", their sons, who soon would take their
places, and he asked himself who would be the new Hernando, the Hernando
II. He looked at Jumando and thought that he would have been a wonderful
chief, but the choice was to be made by the others, after his death. Who
knows why he, who after Felipe's death was the oldest man amongst the
Keas, was still alive? "The Gods are happy with you" the others used to
say to him...

He met Esfean's eyes, and understood that the young man was dancing for
him. Hernando smiled at him and nodded, and the male face of the young
man lightened, and Hernando's heart danced with the man who loved him
for years, even before the death of his beloved Manuel. And he felt that
he too was in love with Esfean, the strong Esfean.

When the festival was over, the old chief approached the man who loved
him and said: "Ola, man! You danced in a wonderful way, thank you.
Tonight, instead of sleeping in the communal house, why don't you go to
keep company with an old man?"

He saw the young man looking at him intensely, and in those eyes he read
a deep love that lowered like a balm inside his soul. The warm and
sensual voice of Esfean said: "Also the sun is there for generations,
but who says he is old?"

Hernando nodded, thanking without words the young man: "So, then, I'm
waiting for you - when the sun has gone to sleep."

Esfean smiled at him and said with a low voice: "But my sun... I feel he
will sleep very little, tonight." and rapidly went towards the communal
house.

His mates, who heard this short dialog, while Esfean was preparing
himself, said to him: "Hernando is granting you a great honor."

"Whoever welcomes his loving man, makes him a great honor." the young
man answered. Then added: "In him I love the man, not the chief. I am in
love with him from the day he put on me this purple pareu that I will
wear again tonight to be in his presence. Because to me, this is the day
of my second acceptance."

"And... when will you make the union rite?"

"If and when my man will decide." Esfean proudly answered.

Before going to the man's hut, Esfean went to wash at the fall, to
extract from his body the sweat of the dance. Then he went to pick a
fresh flower to adorn his hair. He wore the purple pareu and, anxious,
approached Hernando's house. The man, when he was again single, and as
agreed by all, didn't go back to the communal house like all the
widowers. The chief, even if alone, must have a house all for himself.

Hernando understood at once the meaning of the purple pareu: "I made you
wait so long time, for this second acceptance didn't I?" he asked him
with a smile, stretching towards him his arm.

Esfean grasped his hand, took it to his lips and kissed it: "You put it
on me twelve years ago, and in that precise moment I fell in love with
you. You can now take it away, and make me yours."

Hernando untied the youth's pareu and looked at him at the sunset's
light: "Your body is wonderful, my friend. Mine, on the contrary... What
can I give you?"

"Your love?" Esfean asked, splendid in his nakedness, his eyes shining.

"Certainly. I'll give it to you, without reservation." the man said and
gently pulled toward himself the young man and guided him to his pallet.

They lied down together and Esfean undid the elder man's pareu and
admired him for a long while, then caressed him with tender passion.
Hernando's body responded at once, quivering, and his member rose with
vigour.

Almost in answer, also Esfean's member stood up, turgid and sound: "Do
you see, my loved one, how young you still are and how much you set me
on fire? Do you feel how much my body vibrates for yours?"

"Come, my love."

"Yes, but wait. The sky is getting dark and I want to look at you while
we unite. I'll light all the lanterns and then... And if, after tonight,
you will again unite with me, we will make love always in the full light
of day, so that my eyes too can fully enjoy you."

The young man lighted three lanterns and hastily went back to the man he
loved. And finally, they started making love. Esfean was very skilled in
making love, because he had had very good teachers, and also because he
had experience, so he was able to give to his man untold pleasure. But
also Hernando was equal to him, with his gentleness mixed with strength,
with his tenderness mixed with passion. If it was possible, he
fascinated even more his young lover. Hernando made him lie on his back,
took his ankles and pushed them against his chest, then bent to
skilfully lick all the area between his testicles and around his
quivering anus. Esfean, shuddering awaited for the imminent penetration
and abandoned completely himself to his man of whom he had dreamed for
so many long years.

Hernando bent over him and kissed him: "Are you ready to receive me, my
love?" he asked.

"Yes, come..."

Hernando stuck his rod and pushed, slipping inside him, strongly and
firmly. The young man exhaled a sigh of pleasure. When the man started
his vigorous back and forth movement inside him, with a steady rhythm
and a light waving of his pelvis, his buttocks muscles darting at each
push, Esfean threw his head back closing his eyes, a peaceful smile of
pleasure on his beautiful, sensual lips, fully savouring the fantastic
and long-dreamed of union. Hernando, continuing to piston inside him
with virile ardour, looked at him with pleasure and gratitude - all his
lover's body was expressing to him acceptance, desire, pleasure, and the
placid joy of one who knows he is loved and desired. Hernando looked at
the beautiful, sound member of his young lover, overturned on his belly,
lightly moving at each of his pushes, and put there both his hands,
massaging, feeling, kneading it with calibrated pressure, now light like
the touch of a butterfly wings, and then now firm as if moulding clay to
give it a new shape and compactness. And Esfean, fiery only a moment
before, was now placid, yielding, passive, but with a passivity full of
warm participation.

Hernando recalled how, right through the previous festival, Esfean had
danced for him, silently offering him all his splendid virile body with
sensuous and passionate movements. Now it was he, who was dancing inside
the young man, giving him his virility, his passion and love. When
Hernando felt that the pleasure had grown, inside himself and his lover,
filling every fibre of both their bodies, and that now was near to
overflow, he accelerated slightly his movements, watching Esfean's face
for the magic moment when both would spread their seed. And then the
moment came and both started to pour their contribution to their
reciprocal love.

Hernando continued to gently move forth and back even after the last
drop of seed was poured by both of them, so accompanying the pleasurable
relaxation that follows the peak of the pleasure. Esfean opened again
his eyes and, slightly rising his head, looked, smiling at the sated and
happy face of the man whose member, still erect and strong, continued to
move inside him in slow and quiet moves.

They united, and united again all the night long, as Esfean promised.
They enjoyed each other several times, now with impetuous passion, now
in a gentle abandon. They took and gave themselves outdoing each other,
and Hernando found again his strength of when he was thirty years.
Esfean was in an enraptured admiration for the man's body, still sound
and strong, for that rod that even after several orgasm didn't yet bend,
and licked it, and kissed it with renewed pleasure.

"Oh, Esfean, do you want me to recover in just one night my three years
of loneliness?" the man murmured, so pleased and thrilled, caressing the
head of his new lover.

"Are you tired?"

"No, on the contrary, I never felt so strong! But, leave something also
for after the rite of our union, please!"

Esfean looked at him, lighting in a smile full of gratitude: "Do you
really want to make the union rite with me?"

"Certainly. I know, more than ever, that I am in love with you."

"I too am. But I would be yours even without the rite. I could not make
love with anybody else, after having at last made love with you! Do you
really want the rite?"

"I want it, for sure. And you?"

"I will always do all you ask me, because I am completely yours."

The first light of dawn saw the two lovers still intertwined in their
gentle erotic games.

"Each time we unite is like new, beautiful, different. You make me
really feel I am a man. You...."

"Shush!" Hernando said gently while his beloved one was slipping out
from him and was bending to kiss him again, "We don't need words. Our
bodies spoke, and are speaking for us. Look, the sun is rising..."

"My sun never set down this night. Do you feel ready to face a new day?"

"More than ready. Oh I feel full of vigour, and of joy. Will you come to
the beach with me to bathe?"

They went, hand in hand. The first village inhabitants, coming out from
their houses, saw the couple going towards the beach and understood at
first glance that the two were the incarnation of happiness and of love.
And they saw, in the body, gait, and in the light of their chief's eyes,
that the man was looking ten, twenty years younger, and they were happy
for him.

The union between Esfean and Hernando was celebrated and the entire
village was cheerful. While the rite was going on, Himanal was
explaining to his novice all symbols of the ceremony:

"Do you see, Ray, their pareus are red, because red is the colour of
burning embers and therefore the symbol of the love that warms their
hearts. As you see, the dancing young men are miming a love intercourse.
And now, after the engagement declaration, one puts on the other a
garland of white flowers, to say that his love is pure and bright.

See, now they drink the coconut milk from the same half nut - the
coconut milk represents the male's seed, and to use the same nut means
that there is no difference between them, no one of them is superior to
the other. Now, offering to the other a banana, is the symbol of the
intimate union of their bodies - each one receives the other in himself
with pleasure. And now they drink again, but each one gives the drink to
the other, because this is the union's fruit. And all this they perform
in front of the whole village so that everybody becomes a witness of
their will to unite.

See now, they are going to their hut where they will really donate their
bodies to each other, while all the village celebrates in joy because
two of our brothers declared their love to each other. Do you understand
everything, Ray?"

"Yes, Master Himanal. But why also the women have the same rite? They
don't have a peter and they don't pour the white male's milk!"

"It is true. But for the women the same symbols have slightly different
meanings, even if they bring to the same result - the union."

"But men make love amongst themselves even without the union rite. They
enter each other with pleasure, and drink each other milk. I too am
learning how to do it."

"Certainly. But, you see, when you unite just for the sake of pleasure,
to amuse yourself, it is beautiful, but it is not complete like when you
unite for love. This is exactly what the rite means - we will do the
same things we always did, but just between us two. And from now on,
those things will have a new taste and a new meaning. And all the tribe
is witness, and will celebrate the new couple and their love."

"But, and what if one falls in love with two different men?"

"It can happen, Ray. But then he has to understand inside himself to
know who of the two men returns the same love and which of them is the
right man for him. It is somewhat like when you go fishing with the
pirogue - if you have two friends, both very dear to you, and each of
them invites you to go fishing on his pirogue, can you go putting a foot
in each of their pirogues just because you don't feel able to make a
choice?"

The novice laughed aloud, amused at this image: "Of course I could not!
I would fall in the sea, and instead of going to fish I will be the one
fished out!"

"Exactly. In love, it is the same."

Ray seemed satisfied. Then, taking a hand of the young man, the boy
asked him, very seriously: "Master Himanal, will you wait until I am
eighteen, to unite with me with the rite?"

The young man ruffled his hair with an affectionate gesture, and
answered: "It is still six years away! It's a lot of time! Now, care
just to grow up and to become a man. And then, when you'll be eighteen I
will be thirty one! At that time you will have found somebody younger
than me, and more handsome, you'll see."

"But you are young and so beautiful!" the novice said on the door of the
preparation house.

So, Himanal, very seriously, said to the boy: "Beware, I am looking for
a lover who is perfect and skilled in making love. So, you have to learn
perfectly to write and read, to fish and hunt, to recognise all the
edible plants, to carve the wood and all the other things they are
teaching to you. You will have to know very well all the laws and rites
of the Kea tribe, its history and its traditions. And you have to train,
making love with several boys, so that you can become a skilled lover.
Do you see that I ask so much?"

Ray lightened up: "I'll do everything as you said to me, and you'll see
that you will not able to find in all Kea anybody more skilled and
better than me!" he said and ran happily inside the preparation house.

Himanal went back to the men’s common house. He entered one of the rooms
of the new wing and saw that there were three of his friends intertwined
and engaged in a passionate love game.

He was about leaving but one of them called him: "Come with us,
Himanal!"

The young man smiled, made his pareu slip down from his loins and said:
"Yes, it will be better, before I fall in love for a certain novice."
and slipped into the tangle of bodies.

He was at once welcomed by skilled hands, sensual mouths, and turgid
members.

And Himanal recalled when he was a novice, and how much he was
fascinated by Hito's rod, by the expert and gentle mouth of Manuel and
by the warm sensuality of Alvaro, from whom he made his own name. And,
while he was feeling Zadusan penetrating in him, he recalled the time of
his first penetration. It was Master Hito. He did feel a slight pain,
but he succeeded in hiding it, because he didn't want his master to
stop; he didn't want the other novices to mock him or for the other
masters to be disappointed in him, but more than all, he didn't want the
other masters to scold Master Hito. And at times he still dreamed of
Hito's beautiful rod roaming inside him.

And when Himanal swallowed Dudo's seed, remembered the first time he
tasted the "male's milk". It happened with master Vilo, and he thought
that, if that was the male's taste, he wanted to drink of it every day!
He recalled also how, making love with the novice girls or the women
masters was boring, doing it with the novice boys was amusing, but doing
it with the masters was sublime!

And Himanal understood that it was logic that Ray fell in love with him,
as often happened to the novices towards one of their masters. Growing
up, the boy would loose that infatuation, like it passed to him or to
his companions.

While Himanal was unloading himself with passionate strokes in the
welcoming ass of Glomochi, he thought that Esfean did wait for twelve
years for the man he fell in love when he was a novice and, while Dudo's
mouth skillfully took again his member to full hardness, he thought that
all was possible!

But he stopped thinking when the newcomer Sanmama offered to his mouth
his hard rod while somebody else, at his back, entered inside his hot
and slippery channel, pinching his nipples.

From the near rooms come the low pleasure moans of the other friends who
were giving themselves to each other, in that sweet evening that
concluded the union's rite of their beloved chief with the gorgeous
Esfean.

They, in their hut, after a passionate intercourse, were lying side by
side, Embracing and tenderly caressing each other bodies and members now
languidly relaxed, waiting to recover and to unite again, later. They
were looking at the sky, now filling with stars.

"Hernando?"

"Yes, love?"

"You weren't brought up in the arts of love like us of the new
generations, right?"

"No, certainly. In the people from whom I came, they never talked about
such subjects. Or, if they talked, it was just to tell us that they were
dirty things..."

"How stupid! But then, how did you discover that, on the contrary, they
are beautiful things? How was your first time, if you didn't have
masters?"

"See, I was living in a great house all in stone, with so many rooms.
So, I had a personal servant, that is a man whose work was to do for me
all I could need. This young man, one morning that I didn't feel like
getting out of the bed, pulled away the sheet under which I was sleeping
and saw that my member was straight up and hard. I was till a boy, I was
fourteen. I was terribly ashamed, in fact in my old people they told us
that it was a shame to be seen naked. And even more with your member
hard! But he smiled and told me that, before working for me, he had been
ship boy, then sailor, on a ship, and that sailors did know how to calm
down that hardness... I asked him how. So, he at first caressed it, and
when he saw that I was not opposing and that on the contrary I was
enjoying his touch, he bent down and took it in his mouth, until he gave
me an orgasm. It was my first time and I thought that it was really
beautiful. So, after that day, I often asked him to do it again. And he
taught me to do also the other things and he taught me to take his ass,
and he was the first man to take my virginity. He told me all about his
life on the ship, and I desired to be able to live on a ship with other
sailors like him..."

"Well, then he was your first master, in a way."

"Yes, that's right. So, when I was eighteen, I started to work in a ship
as assistant officer, and I had the possibility to make love with
several sailors. But there also you had to do it secretly."

"What a strange tribe you come from! Why did you have to hide one of the
most beautiful things in life?"

"Yes, a strange people indeed, you are right. They said that you have to
have sex only with a woman, but this also was to be hidden, nobody had
to see it. In Kawaai it was somewhat different, but there they say that
amongst males it is allowed just before the marriage, but that then you
have to do it just with a woman. That's why we had to abandon Kawaai, or
rather, we were chased away."

"Did you ever do it with a woman, besides in the conception house, I
mean?"

"Yes, I was seventeen. I did it for some months with a distant cousin of
mine. She wasn't bad, but she couldn't give me all a man can give to me.
I don't mean just physically, and yet it is important, but as vigour,
strength, soundness..."

"Moreover, the man's body is more beautiful, I think! Women have two
holes, one in excess. And there between their legs they are so... empty
and smooth! They miss something essential. And then they have too big
hips, and a breast too swollen, with those two cumbersome globes... But
above all, they are too soft, to limp and weak body. Man, on the
contrary, is strong, smooth, firm. And to be able to hold or to receive
the member of a man, makes you feel more of a man, don’t you agree?"

"Yes, I agree with you. And being able to make love without hiding, as
we Keas do, is really great."

"Yes, it's really great luck to be born in the Kea tribe!"

THE END

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CONTINUES IN "NOTES" (file 11)

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