Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 10:45:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: steven smith <ssmundo06@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: My Fijian Houseboy's Brother - Gay male, Interracial

My Fijian Houseboy's Brother By Roger Steele

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The year was 1966 and I was 19 years old but looked younger. I was working
for an international bank in New Zealand when they decided to send me to
represent them in Fiji for a year. It was a feather in my cap to be
selected, but I was scared as I had never been away from home. Another
cause for my apprehension was that I was gay and in those days that had to
be kept a secret. I was a weedy little guy with glasses, a virgin, and I
certainly did not expect that anyone would fancy me!

The bank supplied me with a small apartment on the outskirts of Suva, and a
houseboy, Kini. He was a fit teenager with chocolate brown skin. There were
always members of Kini's extended family staying with him.

I was particularly attracted to his older brother Peni, a strapping young
man in his mid 20s. Peni had the powerful build of a rugby forward, with a
deep chest and muscular shoulders. He was about twice my size. Peni usually
shared a room with Kini and was happy to live with his younger brother
rather in his village. The budget that I was given for housekeeping
probably provided for the entire family.

Despite my pleasant apartment and the friendly attention of Kini and his
brother, and other family members who called around, I was a stranger in a
strange culture and felt very much alone and more than a little homesick.
Neither Kini nor Peni spoke much English. Kini did not like seeing me on my
own, and without my knowledge, he spoke to his older brother - who offered
to help.

One night I went to bed early - there was no TV in those days. The nights
were hot and I slept naked, with just a light sheet covering me. I awoke
from dozing to feel a hand cupping my exposed buttocks. At first startled,
I could see in the moonlight that my naked visitor was Peni.

"Karshine" he said softly, which was a compliment. I was excited that Peni
had come to my bed, and apprehensive about what was to come, but whatever
was going to happen, I knew that I wanted it.

Without more foreplay or ceremony, he deftly inserted a finger in my rectum
and found my prostate.  With his relatively massive body and strength, Peni
soon had me positioned on all fours as he skilfully rubbed and stroked my
prostate, giving me intense feelings never previously experienced. I was in
the hands of a gentle and considerate lover and wanted to give myself up to
him and his desires. I had waited for this long enough.

After awhile, he removed his fingers from my rectum and I felt both strong
hands grip my waist firmly - I wasn't going anywhere! A moment later, the
mushroom head of his hard cock began firmly and insistently pressing
against my virgin sphincter. I was expecting some pain, but with my desire
to feel Peni inside me and his comforting skill, I was so relaxed that I
almost drew him into me. When he was fully inside, I could feel every inch
of him deep within me. I was experiencing a new, intense feeling of being
filled by this large, warm, powerful organ. I could feel his groin pressed
hard up against my small buttocks, and he gave me a minute or two to get
used to the new sensation. Then he fucked me. His big balls were slapping
against my arse cheeks as he thrust into me.

I was totally caught up in the carnal act. He drove hard into me, gradually
building the rate and the power of the thrusts. The rapid stimulation of my
love canal took me to another state of being. I felt liberated to be a hot,
sexual beast, and I was delighting in the new feelings that my native lover
was giving me.

For awhile he slowed down, and almost withdrew the large mushroom-shaped
glans penis from my tight sphincter, but then pushed it back into me. He
did this over and over and the stimulation was wonderful, and turned me on
even more.

Peni had been fucking me for about 15 minutes and it felt like 30
minutes. He moved sometimes slowly and passionately, and at other times,
fast and furiously. For most of the time, I was supporting nearly his
entire weight on my buttocks and back, as my lover thrust away, constantly
changing the angle of penetration. The big man was grunting with the
exertion and I could feel his warm sweat dripping onto my naked back.

I could feel as he changed his position slightly to hold me tight against
his groin while he knelt behind me, one hand went to my shoulder pulling me
back onto his cock - and then he began to move towards a climax. He thrust
deep into me, getting harder and faster, while all the time holding me
tight against his body, like a powerful animal intent on breeding with the
body beneath him. I could feel that this time there was to be no pause or
going back.

The minutes on the clock ticked by until he yelled "karshine", and I felt
him spurt his love juices within me, over and over. In some ways it was a
relief when he came as I was exhausted and sated, but when he withdrew his
beautiful cock from my body I felt empty. I was happy in the knowledge that
I still had his man seed deep inside me. Nothing more was said. Peni left
the room as naked and quiet as he arrived. I rolled over and enjoyed the
best sleep I'd had since arriving in Fiji.

The next day I talked to Kini about what had happened - to let him know
that I had enjoyed it very much. Kini was pleased for me, and not the least
bit embarrassed by what took place with his brother. He explained that it
was common for village youths to entertain older unmarried men. It was one
way to prevent births outside marriage. He also told me that the head was
taboo, because it was sacred, so that ruled out oral sex. However, nothing
was considered sacred about the arse.

After that first sexual encounter with Peni, I wanted to experience those
feelings again.  Peni was a confident, skilled lover and always
considerate. It was all very matter of fact for him and he helped me to
feel that it was not strange at all. He was not in my bed every night, but
he came to me at least two or three times per week - and my year in Fiji
flew by, all too quickly.

It still seems strange and unsettling, but this did happen. It took my
Anglo-Saxon reserve and inhibitions a long time to come to terms with "the
bit of fun" we were having.

Fiji has been westernised to such an extent that I don't think the same
thing could happen in 2015. I could be wrong...


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