Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 22:12:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paradise Found - Chapter 1

This story contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between males
primarily over the age of 21. If activity of this nature offends you, why
are you here?  If you are under age, come back when you've achieved legal
consent.  If you are a holy-roller looking for sinners to "save",
concentrate on your own life and let others live theirs.  Any similarity
between my characters and anybody else is purely by coincidence.  Enjoy the
story, and please offer comments to the email address at the end of the
chapter.

			Paradise Found - Chapter 1


It began in the summer of 1976.  I was fresh out of college with a teaching
degree and a desire to flee the city where I'd grown up.  A chance meeting
with a Peace Corps recruiter the previous Spring led to this day in June.

We had a staging in SanFrancisco and a 1-night layover in Honolulu.  In the
early evening before turning in, although some partied all night, our group
of 30 volunteers met the country director for the Trust Territory of the
Pacific Islands.

Jack B. made a point of addressing sexual orientation.  He emphasized that
there was no such thing as homosexuality in the islands.  He called upon a
volunteer who'd been raised in Hawaii, a native Hawaiian, to reiterate that
claim.  The young man piped up, "oh yeah; island guys don't do that;
they're very macho."  He kind of drew in his upper lip into a little sneer
as he said the word "macho".  When he turned around, I checked out his ass.
Nice.

Anyway, we eventually made it to our district of Palau.  In current times,
it is the Republic of Palau, having chosen independence over being part of
the Federated States of Micronesia.  It's a real place; google it or try
Wikipedia.

Our group of 30 Micronesia volunteers whittled down to 7 by the time we
reached our end destination after dropping off the other 23 in various
island districts.  The oldest in our group was 25; the youngest 22.  One
weekend we amusingly voted ourselves into the various persona of the Seven
Dwarfs.  However, this story isn't about our group.  This story is about an
amazing series of experiences after I arrived at my remote village
assignment in a land where there was "no such thing as homosexuality."

I had known from about the age of 12 that I was attracted to guys far more
than to girls.  In my early teens I realized that 2 specific types easily
brought my hormones to a boil: muscular guys and guys with nice tans.  In
Palau, I had a bounty of both.  At the same time, I hadn't yet accepted
that I might act on the impulses I had felt for 10 years.  It wasn't until
I met Kelau that I experienced the mind-blowing experience that is good
anal sex.  And so many years later, I discovered the uncanny resemblance
between Kelau and the African-American model, R.L. Bond.

Kelau was 27 and unmarried.  He was athletic, very muscular, nearly the
same shade of brown as dark chocolate and with very sharp facial features.
His lips!  Oh my god, those lips!  They were full, sensuous, and forever
hungry for my kisses once I gave in to my feelings for him.

We met under odd circumstances.  I was walking to my host family's home
from school one afternoon and I encountered him on the trail.  We nodded at
each other before passing close to a clearing.  He turned up another path,
and I stopped to give him a look as he walked away (okay, I was checking
out his butt). Kelau paused about thirty feet away, raised his eyebrows in
a "hi there manner" and cupped his crotch.  I nearly gave myself whiplash
as I turned away and continued towards "home".

"Home" included a natural spring near the edge of the mangroves.  The
spring was piped into an old oil drum that had a large dipper hanging on
the side.  This was the shower area.  It was a safe distance from the
house, and we had designated bathing times.  Mine was within 30 minutes of
returning from school.  It was normally so hot and humid at work, that I
gratefully anticipated that cooling afternoon shower at the spring.

On a Friday about 2 months into the school term, I was enjoying my
refreshing afternoon treat when I heard a twig snap not far behind me.
Since the house was in the opposite direction, and only mangroves were
situated behind me, my first thought was, "shit, a saltwater crocodile".  I
jumped to the opposite side of the water barrel and beheld Kelau in the
direction that brought the snapping sound.

"What the hell?  What are you doing spying on my naked ass, Kelau?"

He laughed.  He laughed even louder as he drew nearer.

"I've been watching you take your afternoon bath for over a month.  I know
the family is away for the weekend so I figured this was a good time to
talk to you."

I eyed him suspiciously as I pulled a towel around myself.

"So what do you want, Kelau?"

"I want to be friends with you, Nick.  Could we hang out this weekend while
your family is away?  I'll show you my place over that hill up the trail.
I live alone, so we can always have privacy there."

He arched his eyebrows again as he'd done that first day.  How did he know
I had a thing for guys?  I hadn't done anything in the village to send out
any signals to anybody.  Maybe I had leered at some fine ass while someone
was watching me.  I don't know.  But here was this smoking hot native guy
who was coming on to me while I was standing with a towel loosely wrapped
around my waist.

"Sure thing, Kelau.  I'd like to get to know you.  I don't have any real
friends here yet.  I go to school, I come home, I eat, I sleep, I go back
to school next day.  Weekends I scrub my laundry, read and hike around in
the hills."

"It's a very hot day.  Do you suppose I could use your shower?"

"I'm about finished.  You can help yourself while I go back up to the
house."

"Or, you could stay and show me how Americans shower."

"What do you mean?  Americans shower the same as anybody else.  You pour
water over your head; you soap up; you rinse off.  Very simple."

Kelau kept moving closer until our noses were about six inches apart.

"You could scrub my back and I could do yours."

As he looked into my icy-blue eyes with his deep brown orbs, he unsnapped
his shorts and dropped them to the ground.  He wore no underwear, as was
often the case with these native guys; it had more to do with comfort than
economics.  Kelau reached down and whipped the towel away from me, all the
while holding my gaze.

A slight breeze rustled the palm leaves.  The sound of the ocean in the
distance had a lulling effect as I kept staring at Kelau's eyes as his body
pressed into mine.  When I felt his fully erect manhood slide under my
package (at about 5'6, he stood 3 inches shorter than me), paranoia struck
hard. I jumped back and nearly toppled the water barrel.

"What the fuck?  Somebody might see us!  I don't want the trouble that
would come from being seen and having word pass all around school.  You're
hot, but I'm not doing anything with you out here in the open."

He smiled and stepped back, taking hold of the dipper.

"Suit yourself.  I'll rinse off and then come up to the house afterwards.
We can get to know each other in your room up there if that's okay."

"Whatever."  I re-wrapped the towel, took my clothes. put on my flip flops
and hiked up the trail to the house.  My head was exploding from the images
of almost doing something sexual out in the open.  What if a student had
been nearby?  What if my host family had decided to come back?  What if one
of my fellow volunteers had dropped by my village unannounced? What
if......what if........but he was smoking hot and I liked the idea that he
was attracted to me.

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Any and all feedback is welcome.  I so enjoy writing, especially when it
reflects back on paths not taken or paths altered.

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