Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 11:38:25 -0500
From: kicky1000@yahoo.com
Subject: The Gothic Igloo

			     The Gothic Igloo

				    by

				Little Dan

The helicopter hovered over the frozen plateau.  There they were.  The
people I had discovered yesterday.  I snapped away with my camera.  Snap.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Go down a little, Mike," I urged my friend and pilot, Mike Kelley.

"Okay, Walter," he said, and we descended another hundred feet.  Snap.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

Damn it. This was really exciting.  If I was correct, I had discovered a
whole new tribe of Northern people.  They looked nothing like the Inuits,
the Eskimos.  The Inuit people were short and chubby and Mongol.  These
people were taller and more slender, and they seemed Caucasian.

We got nearer and nearer to them.  There were about five of them.  They
each seemed to be fishing through a different hole in the ice.   They
were now conscious of the copter and began to look up, shielding their
eyes from the glare of the sun.  One of them raised his arm and waved.
My heart leapt in my chest.  I opened the door of the copter and leaned
out and wildly waved back.

This was so exciting.  The discovery of a lifetime.  There would be a
book in this.  All my fellow anthropologists would be green with
jealousy, when I published my findings.  I had to find out more about
these people.  I had to get to know them.  I needed to live with them.

In my mind I could already see the book jacket of my new scholarly best
seller, `The Lost Tribe," by Dr. Walter Annenson.   Now the whole world
would know me.  I would no longer just be Dr. Walter Annenson, obscure
professor of Anthropology at Vandercliff University, though I was head of
the department.

"Go down a little more, Mike," I advised him.

"Okay, Walter," he agreed, bringing the helicopter down a little.  I
was close to the people now.  I waved and waved.  They waved back.  I
picked up my camera again. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Can we land, Mike?"

"I don't know, Walter. That's an ice shelf."

"It looks pretty thick."

"I can't take the chance," he said.  "Suppose the ice broke and we
went through."

"Look," I pointed to a place a half-mile in the distance.  "I'm
pretty sure that's land over there.  We could land there."

"I don't know." Mike was a little leery.

"Go ahead.  We can set down there."  I leaned out the door again and
began pointing out our destination to the fur covered fishermen.  As we
headed off to the landing spot, I could see that the five men were
starting to walk in that direction.  I was going to get my wish.  I was
going to meet these strange people.

We landed safely, and I deplaned and stood on the frozen white ground.
In the distance I could see the men walking toward us.  Mike got out of
the copter and stood beside me.  We waited.

"I may want to stay up here with them, Mike," I said.

"You're crazy."

"You don't know what an important discovery this is.  A whole new
tribe."

"You can't stay.  I might never be able to find you again," he
protested.

"I have to take that chance," I argued.

We had flown out of our encampment at Ice Station Arctica, which I had
set up in order to search out unfamiliar Northern flora and fauna.  New
species.  I certainly had never anticipated that I might happen on an
undiscovered tribe of human beings. `The Lost Tribe,' by Dr. Walter
Annenson.  The book jacket flashed in my head again.  Would I get the
Nobel Prize for this?

The five men approached.  It was difficult to see their faces, all
bundled up as they were in their walrus and sealskins.  Finally they were
in front of us.

"Hello there," I said heartily, stretching out my right hand.
Obviously they didn't know what I was saying or doing.

One of them took the lead.  "Zumu akutu," he said.

Now I know some words of the Inuit language, but I had never heard `zumu
akutu,' but I assumed it was a greeting.

"Zumu akutu," I said, bowing my head.

"Zumu akutu," they all said at once, and began nodding happily to each
other.

"Say hello to them, Mike," I urged.

"Zumu akutu," Mike said, bowing his head.

"Zumu akutu. Zumu akutu," they all repeated cheerfully.

The group leader began to talk to us, and make hand gestures.  "Waka
juka akiki kuku kak," and he gestured for us to follow him.

Mike and I stood there and looked at each other.  "They want us to go
with them," I explained.

"Not me.  What do you want to do?"

"I told you, I want to stay.  I want to get to know them."

"You're sure?" he asked dubiously.

"Absolutely.  There's a book in this," I said.  "You can go back to
the station.  Come back here for me in a month or so."

"If I can.  How will I find you?"

"I don't know.  Where do you live?" I asked the leader.

"Wam haba?"

"Where do you live?" I asked again.   He looked at me blankly.
"Igloo?" I tried.

"Haaahhhh," he breathed.  "Igloo."  He nodded his head vigorously and
pointed across the frozen water.

"He lives due north," I told Mike.

"Great," Mike said, none too happily.

"Walter," I said tapping my chest.  "Walter."

"Haahhh," he said.  He knew I had told him my name.  He began tapping
his own chest.  "Rubu," he said.

"Rubu," I repeated.

He nodded his head again.  "Rubu." He tapped his chest again.  He
turned toward the next man.  He tapped him on the chest.  "Ataata," he
said.

"Ataata," I repeated.

The next one who got chest-tapped was Angak.  Then Atkak.  And finally
Injak.  I bowed to each one in turn. They bowed to me.  I don't know if
bowing was their way, or they just assumed it was my way and cooperated.

"Igloo," said Rubu, pulling lightly on my coat, urging me to follow
him.

"Igloo," I answered and took my first step.  I turned around and shook
Mike's hand.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he said, shaking his head.

"I hope so too.  But nothing risked, nothing gained."

He shrugged and climbed back into the copter.  I watched him as he
started the motor and the copter began to rise.  I waved.  Rubu waved.
Ataata waved.  Angak waved.  Then Atkak, and finally Injak waved.  Mike
flew off into the sky and after a few minutes was lost to sight.  I was
getting cold.  I really wasn't dressed for this.  I shivered.

"Igloo," I said.

"Igloo," said Rubu, nodding, and we began to trudge back across the
ice.  I was slipping a little, but the men kept grabbing me and steadying
me.  Each time I slipped they started laughing.  It was a big joke to
them.

We trudged for about a half hour, and finally I saw an encampment with
about twenty igloos.  Beautifully carved little round ice-houses.  They
lived in those houses.  They cut blocks of ice, and built their homes
with those blocks.  In front of each was a rounded tunnel for crawling
through.  No winter wind was going to get through that tunnel.

As we approached the encampment, someone came rushing toward us.  At very
close range I could tell it was a woman.

"Domoko jaja suka saku sai," she said.  I heard the voice.  Yes it was
definitely a woman, but she was covered from head to toe in skins, just
as the men were.

"Wim gappa razu kiji zo ro kap.  Walter," said Rubu, slapping my
chest.  I figured out he was telling her about his great new discovery.
Me.

"Haahhh," she chortled happily, "Krip zip ku," she pointed me toward
the entrance tunnel of the igloo.  She was inviting me in.  I got down on
the ground and crawled through the opening.  I crawled down the
three-foot tunnel and came out into the main room.  Rubu and his wife
(she had to be his wife,) followed me through.

Once inside we all stood up.  It was a cozy little ice nest.  I felt as
if I were inside of a white frozen dome.  On the floor were animal skins
of all types.  Walrus, Seal, Sea Lion, Polar Bear.  There was a
particularly thick high pile on one side of the room, and I assumed that
was the bedroom.  Nice and cozy to sleep on, and then be covered by all
those luxurious furs.

Rubu and Kakanaka (his wife) chattered away in tribe talk, of which I
understood only a word or two here and there.  They arranged skins in a
small circle, and we sat as Kakanaka built a fire in a hollowed out
rock.   She walked to one end of the circular room and brought back a
large wad of what I later learned was bear grease, and she also brought
back a large chunk of red meat.  I realized that that part of the room
was the refrigerator.   She melted the bear grease and threw in the meat,
and began poking it with a tree branch.  The smell of cooking soon filled
the igloo.   Just before we ate, a young man crawled through the tunnel
into the main room.  I learned that it was their son, Kakupaku.  He was a
handsome lad just approaching manhood.  He had a handsome face, and a
lovely clear complexion, and I could tell that under all his warm skins
was a powerful healthy body, rippling with muscles.  I looked and noticed
that Rubu also had a lean athletic body, and really a very handsome face.

When the polar bear meat was ready, Rubu cut it into chunks with the end
of his long spear and divided it, and I had my first North Pole dinner,
which I must say was very tasty.  When I was finished, I reached out and
grabbed a bit of snow from a pile and cleansed my greasy lips.  I burped
a couple of times and leaned back relaxing comfortably, while Rubu picked
up a small stringed instrument he had made, and began chanting tribal
melodies.  This was wonderful.  I couldn't wait to see it in print.  My
book would be a great success.  I would even publish the tribal music,
heretofore unknown.

After sometime, Kakupaku, the son, went across the room and pulled some
fur blankets over his lanky body.  I knew it was bedtime.  Rubu and
Kakanaka had a heated discussion in their language, and Rubu smiled at
me, uttering several incomprehensible phrases.  He walked across the room
and crawled under some skins next to his son.

Kakanaka, on the other hand, moved me to the high mound, and positioned
me under the heavy furry covers.  Then she climbed in next to me.  She
turned toward me and smiled.  I smiled back nervously.  I had forgotten
the Northern custom of lending your guest your wife for the night.  I was
getting Kakanaka to do with as I liked until morning.

I did not find her very attractive.  And she had kind of a fishy smell
which was unappealing to me.   Under the blankets, I felt her fidgeting.
She was lowering her lower garment.  Then I felt her hands working on my
own lower garments.  She had a little trouble with the clasp on my belt,
but finally worked it out.  Then she pulled down my pants and underpants,
until my ass and cock area were free of encumbrance.  She knew her job.
She roughly pulled me on top of her, where I lay, smelling her fishy
breath.

She started fondling and squeezing my unresponsive penis.  Nothing was
happening.  She was getting frustrated.  She gave an anxious fretful
sigh.  I guess this went on for about a half hour, when finally she
called across the room to her husband.

"Zim kobo nuka kada ada raba suka akakak na."

"Pum zudu rugu gaga maza zak ya," he answered, coming across the room.
He lifted the blankets to see the problem for himself.

He stared down at my exposed middle and my limp peter, and began to smile
and nod.  "Hupu kaku rak nak," he observed.  "Lim kodo ravarava
shum."

He and Kakanaka began to laugh, and their eyes smiled at me despite my
wretched failure.  Kakanaka pulled up her pants and retreated across the
room where she crawled under the covers that her husband had just
vacated, next to their son.

Rubu gently guided me over onto my stomach.  I didn't know what he was
doing, but I didn't protest.  He was my host, and I had to be a gracious
guest.  Then he pulled the cord around his waist and lowered his own
pants to knee level.  He crawled in next to me and pulled the warm
blankets up.  That was a relief.  My backside was getting a little
frostbitten.

I will relate the following events as to how I finally came to understand
them, after I had learned their language.

I felt Rubu's stiff prick poking into my soft cheeks.  "Oh, God," I
thought.  "He's going to sodomize me."  And yet what could I do?  Mike
had flown off in the copter.  He wouldn't be back for at least a month.
If I did not cooperate, if these people threw me out in the cold, I was a
dead man. I would freeze to death in an hour or two.  Maybe it was my ass
or my life.  I decided it would be my ass.  I did want to live to see my
book published.

He began poking his iron-hard prod between my two soft mounds.  He hit
the entrance and pushed.  I screamed.  He laughed and began to pat me on
the head and whisper soothing things into my ear.  I obviously didn't
know what he was saying.  With that he got up with his pants around his
knees and hobbled over to the far end of the circular room^×the
refrigerator part.  He took a big handful of bear grease and hobbled back
across the room, crawling back under the covers with me.  He was smearing
the bear grease all over his stiff poker, and now he was working his
greasy fingers into my hole.  I was covered internally with bear grease,
and after a few moments, his fingers moved easily in and out of my body.

He again climbed on top of me, and I felt the insistent head of his warm
dick slipping between my asscheeks and pressing against my hole.  But now
my hole was spreading.  It was ever so easily opening out and clutching
the large rod that was slipping into it.

"Zaka duky ma?" he asked.

I grunted and spread my rectal channel around his cock, trying to get
more comfortable with it.  I felt a warmth in my rear passage as he began
to slide his cock in and out.  The warmth was not unappealing in the
midst of all this cold.  I think he felt the warmth of my ass on his
dick, because he was starting to get very affectionate with me.  The way
he held me and nuzzled me.  I could tell he was enjoying himself.  He
rubbed his nose all over my neck, all over my hair, all over my ear.  I
began to buck my bottom against him, and he began to whisper affectionate
foreign phrases in my ear.   I felt all warm and comfortable under the
blankets and under Rubu.  I was hoping this would go on all night.  But
that was not to be.  After another five minutes or so, his loins started
to speed up.  I could hear the frequent slapping of his abdomen against
my fleshy asscheeks, and I could feel his balls swing against my own.
Clack.  Clack.  ----   Clack.  Clack.

Rubu began to groan.  "Aaaarrraaahhhuuu."

That I understood.  He was pouring his copious hot load into my
asschannel.  It was mixing with the bear grease and forming a heavy
sticky liquid, which I knew I would soon have to expel.

After resting on me for a few moments, he caught his breath, and I caught
mine.  He lay down next to me and cuddled me in his arms.  We both fell
asleep.  I later learned that when I couldn't fuck Kakanaka but had
gladly accepted his own prick, he had realized that I was a tupunuku.  A
blessed spirit possessed of both genders, and I was to be coddled and
cherished.  I was a holy spirit.  A two-sexed being.  It seemed the Zakas
(their tribe) worshipped two-gender spirits.  I was now a god.  A
tupunuku god.

The next morning Rubu fitted me out with brand new warm clothing.  Bear
and seal skins.  I felt very elegant in my new furs.  Then he brought all
the other male members of the tribe into his igloo, and began explaining
things to them all the while pointing at me.  Not understanding what he
was saying, I just smiled and nodded to everybody as they smiled and
nodded to me.

After the meeting, Rubu brought me over to the mound of bed furs.  He
opened my waist cord and lowered my new fur pants to knee level.  He
turned me around so that my rear end would be visible to everyone in the
room, and began to pat it in circular movements.   His hand was exciting
me.  I think I began moving my ass around a little in appreciation.   The
other men began to chatter among themselves.   Rubu laid me face down on
the furry bed, and I looked over my shoulder.

Ataata was lowering his skins.  His large cock was now erect.  Very dark
and very erect.  He began stroking it.   He gently climbed on top of me
and began to work his dick around the edge of my asshole.   (Klimtim,"
Rubu said to him, bringing over a large wooden bowl of bear grease.
Ataata raised his hips and allowed Rubu to smear the lubricant all over
his cock.  Then Rubu's greasy fingers began oiling up my asshole again.
When he was satisfied that I was ready, he grasped Ataata's cock and
moved it to the edge of my hole.  Ataata did some little trick with his
hips, and his big dick slid in on the coating of bear grease.  I didn't
have any difficulty with it.  I was getting to be broken-in.  It was nice
to know that from here on in, I was going to enjoy this.

Ataata hunched his strong asscheeks, pressing his long dick as far into
me as it could go.  "Hhhhaaaaccchhh," he yelled.  That I understood.
I also yelled "Hhhhaaaacccchhhh."   He slammed his dick down and I
slammed my ass up.  That flesh-hitting-flesh sound filled the igloo.  It
was great.  I moaned in joy as I felt his dick hitting unexplored corners
of my internal physiognomy.   I was starting to learn how to control the
muscles in the walls of my ass.  I could make them grasp and slurp on his
cock.  It was in my power to increase his pleasure to unendurable
heights.

I felt his smooth nose rubbing all over my neck and my hair and my ear as
he fucked me and fucked me.   "Ataata,' I screamed in joy.  "Fuck me.
Fuck me."   He didn't know what I was saying but he fucked me anyway.

I felt his dick gaining in girth and then his liquid shot out, spurt
after spurt after spurt.  My ass just drank it up, and closed on his
shrinking dick, providing a warm nest.   He pulled it out.  I didn't
want him to pull it out, but he pulled it out, but it didn't make any
difference, because when he got up, Angak immediately took his place on
top of me.   Rubu reached in and anointed  Angak's stiff member with
bear grease.  He didn't have to stick his fingers into me now.  I was
greased enough. And  also Ataata had just juiced into me.  There would be
no problem.

Angak  stroked my asscheeks so gently as he so gently rocked in and out
of me.  This was a whole new experience.  No plowing and flesh-slapping.
Just a calm gentle rocking of our hips.  He made obscene joyous sounds as
he rubbed his nose against my ear, then my neck, then my shoulder, then
my hair.  Then he turned my head around a little and we were rubbing
noses.

That was it.  They didn't kiss.  They rubbed noses.  I had forgotten
that.  That's what all that nose-rubbing had been.  Kissing.  Now that I
realized that, I realized how sexy it was.  I enthusiastically rubbed my
nose against his, and my own cock was getting stiff as we nosed each
other.  And all the time his dick was gently rocking in and out of my
ass.   I was just loving this.

His nose started to rub against mine a little more frantically, and I
felt his cock swelling inside me.  Oh no.  I didn't want this to end.
Ever.  But his Zaka cream was flooding out into my intestinal riverbed.
"Oh. Oh. Oh," I yelled with each spurt.  I wanted to absorb his juices
into my system.  I never wanted them to drip out.  But they were already
dripping out.  There was too much cum in me now for my body to handle,
and it was jetting out around his dick, even as he was jetting it into
me.

He took out his shrinking penis, and I had empty nest syndrome again, but
not for long.  I peeked over my shoulder.  And yes.  Atkak was already
semi-stripped for action.   "Zupu taku rada akanar bula zup," he said.

A group of them turned me over, and removed all my lower clothing.  My
new fur boots.  My pants.  In addition to my ass, my legs were completely
uncovered now, and I was getting cold.  But after Rubu spread bear grease
all over Atkak's cock, Atkak lay on top of my chest and was going to
feed his cock into me frontways. I was now nose up. Atkak was nose down
and we nosed each other in foreplay.

When he was deeply in me, the other men took the fur blankets and spread
them over us.  He started to fuck, and I wrapped my naked legs around his
strong hairy body.  I reached down and grasped his strong buttocks and
held on for dear life as he drove into me at breakneck speed.  My female
spirit just took over at that point.  I was nothing but a hot cunt
wrapped around his demanding pole, eager to please her man.  "Oh.  Oh.
Oh," I screamed and raised my ass around his plunger.  "Fuck me.  Fuck
me," I screamed.   He grunted some untranslatable remarks and pounded
into me. Our noses were rubbing together like mad.  I was in a frenzy.
He was in a frenzy.  And as he started to expel his seed into my body,
his nose pressed down on mine, and I couldn't take any more.  My own cum
shot out all over my belly.  I could barely catch my breath.  This was so
incredible.  I was so satisfied.  I could have died and gone to heaven
right then, but I was not finished.  Behind him was Injak, and then
around fifteen other tribal males whom I hadn't even met yet.

I hadn't met them, but I would be getting fucked by them.  And that was
all right.

They lifted the blankets off Atkak and me, and the cold air immediately
caused the cum on my belly and the cum pouring out of my asshole and
running down my leg to freeze and crystallize.  The crystals dropped off
onto the packed-snow floor of the igloo.  Injak climbed on top of me and
I was getting fucked again.  At first my body rebelled.  I had just come,
and didn't want any more fucking.  But I adjusted and once again got
into the rhythm.  And I quite enjoyed Injak as much as I had the others.
Besides all the warming cum was leaking out of me, and I needed to be
refilled.

I won't bother you with the names of all the other men who fucked me,
but they were all wonderful.  I enjoyed every coupling and was sorry when
they were finished.  It had been the best morning of my entire life.
When would such a morning come again?

The women now came in and began frying food in the hollowed stone.  They
brought the food over to the men, who were sprawled out on blankets all
over the floor.  The igloo was very crowded.  I was lying there with my
head in Rubu's lap. He picked up morsels of fried meat and fish and
dangled them over my lips.  He laughed.  I lifted my head and swallowed
the tidbits from his fingers.   He stroked my cheeks as he fed me.  The
other men stroked my whole body in different places.  I still didn't
know why this wonderful thing had happened to me.  Why I was being so
treasured.  I still didn't know that I was a god.

The next morning all the adult male members of the tribe returned to the
igloo and fucked me before going out hunting and fishing.  It was a great
way to start the day.  The sun had never really gone down, but it had
become a little dusky.  Now the sun was high in the heavens and I knew it
was a summer morning.

Rubu politely let everyone else squirt into me before he took his own
turn.  As his cock entered me, it was a familiar comfortable feeling.  It
was the cock that had made a woman out of me.  I turned my face around
(he was lying on my back) and rubbed his nose against mine.  I felt a
little bit of chafing.  Oh, no.  My nose was getting chapped.  That would
never do.  I needed my nose.

Rubu pulsed his seed into me and it slid down and swirled with all the
other sperm in my intestinal cum lake.  It was warm and delicious in this
cold climate.  I would keep it inside me as long as I possibly could.

And so went the days.  So went the weeks.  So went the months.  Now it
was darker outside.  All the time.  I knew that autumn was descending.
The men started coming home earlier from their food expeditions.  And
they began to build something in the very center of the encampment.  An
ice structure.  They chopped blocks and blocks of ice and piled them on
each other.  They worked diligently day after day.  I was starting to
learn their language, which was a comfort.  I would soon be able to
communicate with them.

One afternoon I walked outside in my warm skins and approached Rubu as he
helped lay a block of ice on another block.  It looked like they were
building a new house.  A large new house.

"Igloo?"  I asked.

He smiled happily and nodded his head energetically.  "Igloo," he
affirmed.  "Gama Igloo."   Of course I had no idea what gama meant.

Little by little the structure began to take shape.  It was a very large
igloo.  Twice as tall as all the others, and the circumference must have
been four times that of the other igloos.   Then it began to change.
They were adding spires and towers.  They were carving magnificent
gargoyles into the ice.  It was gorgeous.  It was a home fit for a king.
It was gothic.  A gothic igloo.  It was a little like Notre Dame. And I
realized that that's what it was meant to be.  A cathedral.  A
breath-taking ice cathedral.  This was going to be their church.

I wasn't familiar with their religion, but I would learn.  As I learned
their language, I would learn their religion.

A month later it was finished.   I heard cheering and yelling outside
Rubu's ice hut, and I crawled through the entrance and out into the
campground.  The whole village was gathered outside the cathedral,
noisily celebrating its completion.  The cathedral sparkled behind them.
They were all drinking fermented whale blubber tea, and I think they were
all a little tipsy.  When they saw me, they just went wild.  They came
over and I was lifted into the air on the shoulders of a dozen men.  They
carried me to the entrance, and one by one we crawled through.  I was
anxious to see the inside of the building.  If it was as impressive as
the exterior.

It was.  It was dazzling.   There were gargoyles carved into every block
of ice.  Beautiful, detailed creatures with fangs and horns and long
tails.  The room was vast.  More than large enough to hold the entire
village for a devotional ceremony.   In the very center of the room was a
raised mound.  Around twenty feet wide and twenty feet long.  On top of
the mound fur blankets were piled high.  It was like a throne.  Like a
royal bedroom.  Someone would be sleeping very warmly and comfortably in
that exalted bed.  I wondered who.

Then, to my surprise, they carried me up onto the mound and laid me down
on the furs.   This lavish chamber was for me?  Why for me?  I just
couldn't believe it.  The village women brought in hollowed stones and
began preparing a feast.  The village men went back to their own igloos
to get their harps and returned.

They sat around my throne strumming their instruments and singing
reverential songs.   They climbed up on the mound, and I lay with my head
in their laps as they slipped tasty morsels into my mouth.

Every once in a while, someone's nose would descend and gently stroke my
own.  They were all very drunk now.   One of the men announced.  "Kiji
foru keke nam pu," and all the women left and returned to their own
igloos.  The men turned me over on my stomach and lowered my fur pants.
I was used to this.  I didn't mind.  I wanted it.  They all opened their
waist cords and let their pants drop to knee level.  I'm sure they must
have been cold, but they were anxious.  Anxious to fuck me.  Anxious to
stuff their hard peters into my accommodating asshole.

And then it started.   The fucking.  I no longer needed bear grease.  My
ass had somehow become self-lubricating.  And I was even having orgasms.
Many many orgasms. Ass orgasms.  Every time a cock shot off in my ass, my
asswalls would start to quiver and I could feel my rectum blasting forth
a hot clear liquid.  The men loved this.  They loved feeling my asscunt
climaxing around their masterful members.

The first one entered me.  Shoop.  Shoop.  Shoop.  Shoop. Shoop. Shoop.
Splat.  He came in my ass.  My ass came on his cock.  Then the next one.
Shoop. Shoop. Shoop. Shoop. Shoop. Shoop. Splat.  Another wet double
climax.  Another ten of them fucked me.  Oh.  Oh.  My ass was so liquid
now.  I was a hot ocean of cum.  I could hear it surging in waves inside
of me.  They kept fucking me.  They kept fucking me.  All of them.  Every
last one.  And the last one was Rubu.  I just loved Rubu.  He was such a
gentleman.  He made sure every man got his fuck before he took his.  What
a sweet guy.

When Rubu shot off in me, and I blasted hot assjuice on his sweet cock, I
waited for him to withdraw.  As soon as he did, I turned over and threw
my arms around his neck and we rubbed noses with great passion and
affection.  My wonderful Rubu.  I loved them all, but I loved Rubu the
most.  That night all the men stayed in the cathedral and we slept like
babies.

As the time passed and I began to understand more words, I realized what
had happened.  They had coaxed forth a female spirit within a male body.
Mine.  And apparently this made me holy.  This made me a god.  This
beautiful shimmering gothic ice cathedral had been built just for me.  It
had been built to worship Walter Annenson.  I probably would never write
my book.  But being a god was so much better than being an anthropologist
or an author.

I learned that when they came in every morning and fucked me before
hunting and fishing, that they were seeking my divine blessing in their
quests. They were paying respect to their deity.  If they shot their seed
into my holy body, all their wishes would come true.  I felt humbled and
honored.  I would be their god. I would be their benevolent god.  If I
could make their wishes come true, I would do it.

I was understanding their language fairly well by the time that Rubu told
me that I was to preside at a holy ceremony.  It seemed that Rubu's
handsome muscular young son, Kakupaku had chosen a bride.  There would be
a wedding.  I was unsure as to what my officiating duties were to be.  I
really didn't know how to conduct a service.  There was no holy book.
There was only a holy spirit.  Me.

On the day of the wedding, everyone gathered inside the cathedral.  The
whole village.  Everyone was dressed in his furry best.   The fermented
whale blubber tea was flowing like wine.  Everybody was socking it down.
Some of the men played their harps.  Some of them beat on large whale
skin drums.  The drum beat blasted through the cathedral and made me
heady.  (I was also drinking the alcoholic tea).   Everyone began
chanting prayers and incantations.  I figured I didn't have to do
anything.  I just had to be there as a sacred presence.  I was wrong.

Several of the men came up onto my central platform.  They lowered my
pants and stetched me out on the skins, nose up.  They separated my
legs.  Kakupaku now came up and knelt between my splayed legs.  He
touched his nose to the ground and clasped his hands above his head, as
if in deep prayer. He was genuflecting.  Then he moved up to my crotch
and began stroking my penis.   I didn't know what he wanted.  I think he
wanted me to get hard.  But it had been so long since I had used my penis
that I wasn't sure if I was still able to erect.  My female spirit had
just about taken over my entire body.

Kakupaku lowered his face and drew my spongy dick into his warm mouth.
It did feel nice.  So nice and warm and wet.  What has happening?  Yes.
My dick was getting stiff.  Thank the holy spirit (me?) my dick was
getting stiff.  Kakupaku began licking my balls.  Oh, what a nice
feeling.  That soft gentle tongue running over my sack as he played with
my peter.  Then his mouth moved back and sucked my rod in.  He raised and
lowered his head.  He raised and lowered his head.  I arched my ass up
following his mouth as it withdrew.  What a treat.  My cock hadn't had
any attention in such a long time.  And now it was getting sucked.
Sucked by handsome young Kakupaku who rolled my balls in his gentle hands
as he increased his oral suction.  He wanted me to come.  That was it.
He wanted my cum.

Well, if he wanted my cum, he would get my cum.  I felt my balls tighten
in exquisite pain, and the thick white liquid shot into his mouth.  He
drank and drank.  Then he turned around and opened his mouth so that
everyone could witness the thick creamy goo on his tongue.  Everybody
cheered and screamed.  The harps played.  The drums beat.  The chanting
began again.  And Kakupaku swallowed my cum.   He turned toward me and
lowered his nose to mine.  We rubbed.   If only I could have taken him in
my arms and given him a real kiss.  A mouth kiss.  But that was a nono in
this society.  No mouth kissing.  Sucking and fucking and rubbing noses,
yes.  Kissing, no.  But the mission had been accomplished. Kakupaku had
swallowed the sacred essence of the holy spirit.  Now he was blessed.  He
would marry and have many children.  I had done my godly duty.

It had been a coming-of-age ceremony, and I happily noted that there were
other handsome strapping young men who would soon be coming of age and
needing to worship their god, and to drink from the fountain of his male
spirit.   It would be a great pleasure to bless them.

I think a year must have passed.  I think I had been there for a year.
And then one day I had a surprise.  Rubu returned from his fishing with a
surprise for me.

I had thought that I might have heard a strange whirring overhead, but it
had gone away and I had forgotten.  Then I'd heard it again.  I was
puzzled.  The whirring got very close and stopped and I didn't think any
more of it until Rubu crawled the opening of my temple, and right behind
him was my friend and pilot, Mike Kelley.

"Mike," I cried out joyously.  It was so wonderful to see an old
familiar face.

"Walter," he yelled happily.  We ran toward each other and hugged like
children.  I wanted to rub his nose with mine, but thought better of it.

"You don't know how long I've been searching for you," he said.  "I
made trip after trip and couldn't find this village.  Then it got to be
winter and I stopped.  But once spring set in I tried again, and this
time I did it.  Here you are.   Are you all right?"

"Oh, Mike.  It's so great to see you.  Yes. Yes. I'm fine," I assured
him.

"Did you think I'd abandoned you?"

"To tell you the truth, it's been so busy here, I never even thought
about it.  But hey, man.  You're here now.  That's all that counts.
You're a sight for sore eyes."  How had I not thought about Mike in all
this time?  How had I not even considered that he would come and rescue
me?

"Wow, look at this place," He turned a full circle and gazed all
around, his gaze rising up to the domed ceiling, taking in the
multifarious artistic carvings.  "What a place.  It's like a palace.
It's like an ice palace."

"Not a palace," I corrected him.  "It's a cathedral.  An ice
cathedral."

"It's beautiful.  Just beautiful.  Is this were they worship?"

"Yes," I answered.  "This is where they worship.  This is a holy
place."

"Wow.  What are you doing in here?"

"I live here," I answered modestly.

"You live in a cathedral?"

Again I responded affirmatively.

""How come?" he asked me.

"It seems that I'm they're god."

"You're kidding me, right?"  He started laughing hysterically.

"No.  I'm quite serious," I assured him.  I'm their god."

"This is hilarious.  And what do you do as their god?"

"I'd rather not answer that right now," I said.

He was puzzled. Of course he was puzzled.  How could he ever understand
my unique situation.

The villagers started bringing in platters of fried meat and fish.  Mike
and I sat on the raised mound, on my beautiful furs, and ate a hearty
lunch.  Some of the men, Rubu, Ataata, Atkak, Injak,  all they ones who
knew Mike from when we first arrived here, joined us.  We had a delicious
midday feast, and washed the food down with fermented whale blubber tea,
until we all got a little tipsy.

I don't think Mike was crazy about the cuisine, but he politely and
dutifully consumed it.  Smiling and nodding to the others about how
delicious it was.  He licked his lips.  The men were overjoyed with
Mike's appreciation.

"We should go soon," Mike said to me.

"I'm not going," I told him.  "I'm staying here with my people."

His jaw dropped in shock.  "You're staying?  What are you, crazy?"

"I have to stay," I explained to him.  "They would never never let me
leave."

"Do I have to bring up a rescue party to free you?"

"No.  They would never let me leave, and I don't want to leave.  I want
to live the rest of my life here."

"You've flipped out," Mike said, shaking his head.  "You're
absolutely insane."

"I suppose so," I said, shrugging my shoulders.  "But it's what I
want.  When you get back, please contact the anthropology department at
Vandercliff University and explain all this to them."

"They'll never understand.  Any more than I do."

"I know.  But at least they'll know that I'm not dead.  That I'm
alive and living happily with my lost tribe."

Rubu and Ataata had begun smoothing out the fur coverlets around us.

"In that case, I suppose I ought to go back," said Mike.

"Stay a little while longer," I urged him.  "It's really so good to
see an old friend.  I hope you'll come up and visit me once in a
while."

"Yeah, sure," he said, immediately dismissing the possibility.

Anjak and Injak started speaking to him in their own language.  He looked
at them blankly.  They were telling him to lie down on the furs and
relax.  Rubu and Ataata started gently slapping the furs, where they
wanted him to recline.

"What are they doing?" he asked.

"They want you to enjoy the blessings of their god. They want you to pay
your respect to their god."

"But that's you," Mike said.

"Exactly," I answered.

"Well, how do I get blessed? How do I pay my respect?" he asked me.   I
was almost afraid to tell him.

Anjak and Injak came over and loosened his belt.  They pulled his pants
and his warm long johns and his short tight white jockey shorts down his
legs, until his midsection was exposed to the cold air.

"What are they doing?" Mike asked me in a panicked voice.  "Walter.
Tell them to stop this."

"I can't," I explained.  "It's what they want.  It's a ritual we
have to perform, or the sun will go down and never rise again."

"This is madness," he sputtered, but he stopped trying to fight them
and pull up his pants.

Now Rubu and Ataata undid my waist cord, and lowered my furs.  My round
ass felt the cold air, once more.   They urged me forward and I lay nose
down on the warm furs.  The four men guided Mike's resisting body over
to me, and maneuvered him until he was lying flat along my legs, ass, and
back.

"What's happening?" he asked again nervously.

"They want you to fuck me," I explained.  "That's how you pay your
respect. That's how you get blessed."

"Good lord.  I just don't believe this.  I don't believe any of
this."

"Believe it," I said.  "It's very real."

"I'm not going to fuck you, Walter.  No way am I going to fuck you."

"I think you have to, Mike," I said gently and patted his hand.  "I
think you really have to or^Å.."

"Or what?"  Mike tried to climb off me, and the men grabbed their
fishing spears and pointed them at Mike.  Ataata's spear brushed against
his soft penis.  I saw a slight sweat break out on Mike's forehead.

"Or they might kill you," I said.  This was what I had been afraid of.

"Kill me?  Why would they kill me?"  He couldn't believe that these
tribal fisherman who had just provided him with a sumptuous midday feast
could turn on him so suddenly.

"They're a religious people," I said.  "I'm afraid they may be a
little intolerant.  If someone didn't have respect for their god^Å  If
someone were a non-believer, an infidel, a heretic?  Well, they just
wouldn't accept that.  I think they would be willing to kill for their
god."

"But you said you were their god."

"Yes.  And if you don't fuck their god, you are insulting their god.
That is disrespect.  They will not tolerate that.  You had better do what
they want."

"But I'm not even hard," he sputtered.

"Work on it," I advised.

He reached down and began kneading his penis.  I reached my hand back and
started pulling it for him.  Sometimes a helping hand just^Å..helps.  I
felt it growing in my palm.  Swelling, stretching out.  Getting very
long.  Getting very thick.  As I stroked it, it kept brushing against my
pillowy warm soft assglobes.  He was getting turned on.

"Put it in," I whispered, and guided it between the cheeks, until the
pointy edge touched the rim of my rectum.

"Won't it hurt you?" he asked.  "Don't we need a little lube or
something?"

"No.  We're fine.  My body has adjusted.  My ass is perfectly capable
of lubing itself now."  I arched my middle up and speared myself on his
enormous rod.  My hole just spread itself around his fleshspear.  I
continued moving up and up until my cheeks hit against his warm abdomen,
and I could feel his hairs scratching my cheeks and his heavy balls
slapping between my legs.

We were on automatic pilot now.  His body knew what to do without me
telling him.  He stroked down into my ass, and my flesh closed around
him.  What a great delicious long thick cock.  This was a treat.  This
was dessert.  "Unnggghh," I breathed happily.

"Chhhaaccchh," said Mike into my ear.  The other men heard him and they
smiled and nodded to each other.

My ass had long since acquired a new capability.  Without me working my
muscles at all, my ass just thrummed and stroked and sucked all by
itself.  As if it were motorized.  My ass had become a milking machine.
Just stick a cock in and the machine started going.  My ass lapped all
around Mike's plunging dick, and he started making the strangest throaty
noises.

"Oh my god, Walter.  What are you doing to me?"

"I don't know, Mike.  What am I doing?"  I asked innocently.

"Your ass.  I've never felt anything like this in my life.  So hot. So
tight.  So talented.  Oh god.  Oh god.  What a fuck.  What a fuck.  Oh
god Walter, you are the best fuck I've ever had in my life.  What an
ass.  What an ass.  It's just sucking on my big dick.  Tell me you want
it, bitch.  Tell me you want it, asswhore.  Tell me how much you want my
big dick."

"I want your big dick, Mike.  I want you to fuck into me with your big
thick long hard dick.  It's the best dick I've ever had, Mike.  I want
to keep it inside me forever.  Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me. Fuck my hot
ass."  I was off on a rant.  Now that I had someone who understood my
mother tongue I could really let loose and beg for a fucking.  "Fuck me,
Mike.  What a cock.  What a sweet big cock.  I want your load inside me.
I want your hot load in my body.  I'll keep it in there forever.  I'll
treasure it.  I'll bless it.   Am I blessing your cock, Mike?  Am I
blessing your sweet cock?"

"Oh god, yes, Walter.  Your sweet ass is blessing my dynamite-stick
dick, which is getting ready to explode in your guts.  Do you want my
cum, baby?  Do you want my sweet hot thick white cum?"

"I want it, Mike.  Give it to me.  Blast it into me.  Let that dynamite
stick explode in my hot asschannel.  Oh, god.  It's getting bigger.
It's getting even bigger.  I love it.  I love it.  Oh, God.  It's
exploding.  Your hot cum is running into my body.  I can feel it.
Squirt. Squirt. Squirt. Squirt." I announced every squirt and there were
many.  More than ten, I think.

The igloo was cold, but we were hot.  We were both perspiring.  He rested
his cheek on the back of my head and nuzzled his nose through my hair.
Maybe Mike would learn to nosekiss too.   As we caught our breath, the
other men chattered happily and gave Mike light affectionate pats on his
naked ass.  He smiled up at them.  He was not sorry now, that they had
forced him to plow me.

He kissed my head and squeezed his arms around me.  "Oh god, Walter.
You're great.  You're just great.  That was the best fuck I've ever
had in my life.  I want more.  I want more.  How am I ever going to back
to my wife after this?"

"You're always welcome here, Mike.  You know that.  I hope you'll
copter up often to visit me.  I'd love to have that beautiful cock in my
ass again.  In fact that gives me something to look forward to now.  I
will always look forward to your visits and your fuckings."

Mike kissed my head again.  He stumbled to his feet.  Anjak brought over
a mound of snow and began cleansing Mike's dick with it.  He winced from
the cold, but then they dried him with little scraps of whale skin, and
he pulled up his pants and cinched his belt.

It had been a wonderful day in the cathedral.  We all drank some more
fermented whale blubber tea and relaxed.  It was getting late and Mike
knew the day was over.  It was time to go.  Not because the sun was going
down.  The sun would not go down for another few months.  But it was
getting late.

Mike stood up and so did I.  He threw his powerful arms around me and
hugged me.  I threw my arms around him and hugged him back.  Brazenly I
lifted my face to his and rubbed his nose with my own.  He looked at me
puzzled for an instant, and then laughed loudly.  He moved his nose to
mine and rubbed back, squeezing me to him.

"God, Walter.  I'm just going to hate leaving you up here."

"I know, Mike.  But I must stay.  These are my people now.  They need me
and I can't abandon them."

I saw a little tear in the corner of Mike's eye as he turned and got
down on his knees.  He crawled out of the gothic cathedral and was gone.
A few minutes later, I heard the sound of a motor catching.  And then the
whirring of the blade.  First loud, then softer, softer, further and
further away.  "Good-bye, Mike," I murmured to myself.  "Come back
soon.  Come back very soon.  Let me give you my blessing again as soon as
possible."

After that things returned to normal.  Every morning the men would gather
in the cathedral for my sacred blessing before the hunting and fishing of
the day.  I just lay there and let motor ass do all the work.  It was
very relaxing.   One particular morning there was a new addition to the
adult male population.

Kakupaku was now married, and his bride was pregnant with their first
child.  He was now considered to be a full-fledged man.  On this
particular morning, Rubu proudly led Kakupaku into the cathedral.  They
both genuflected before me.  I nodded my head and smiled.  I was going to
get Kakupaku's dick up my ass.  He was such a strong handsome young
lad.  I was pleased.  I would be so happy to bless Kakupaku.

Kakupaku was to be the first in my ass that morning.  I lowered my furs
and lay down on my soft mats.  Kakupaku lowered his own trousers and I
saw a nice-size beautifully shaped stiff penis.   He crawled above me and
began to slip his hot drill into my self-lubricating already-wet canal.
Then he began gently drilling me.  I grabbed his hand in mine and turned
my face so we could nose each other.  "Aaaagggghhh.  Aaaggggghhhh.
Aaaaaggggghhhh," he went with each instroke.  I grasped his hand more
tightly.  A new generation.  How perfect.  I looked up and saw Rubu
looking down at his son plugging me.  He was beaming.  A proud father.  I
smiled up at him.  He smiled at me.  He knelt down and fondly patted his
son's asscheeks, as the son hunched his rod into me.

"Lap maba?" I asked.  Is it good?

"Tudu. Kama maba,"  yes, very good, he answered.

Soon I felt Kakupaku's hot essence jetting into me.  The same essence
that had impregnated his young bride.  If only this could all go on
forever.  But already I knew that nothing is forever.  One day the god
would be too old to fulfill his duties, and they would find a new god.
Another man would come along who also carried a woman's spirit.  A new
tupunuku.  A new two-gendered being.  And then they would worship him.
Perhaps he would even come from their own tribe.  Perhaps even now in the
womb, Kakupaku's first son was a two-gendered being.

They would carry me out and sit me on a distant floating ice floe, and I
would drift away into the north, a frozen sacred statue forever.  The new
god would be installed in my beautiful gothic igloo and village life
would continue as before.  But all that was many years away.  I wouldn't
even think about that now.

In the meantime Kakupaku had climbed off me, washed himself off with
fresh snow, and Jubujaka, another tribesman had climbed above me and
inserted his cock into my wet ass, seeking my blessing.  I closed my eyes
and concentrated on Jubujaka's smooth long dick stroking my insides.

"Bless you, my beautiful people.  Bless you.  Bless you all," I
thought.  Then I stopped thinking and my ass settled down to its priestly
business.