Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 19:25:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Private  Journal 10

The Private Journal of Dr. Alexander MacAfee

Part 10

by Bald Hairy Man


This is an adult gay story intended for adult gay men.  If you are offended
by this or are not an adult, gay or a man, DON'T READ IT.  It has a lot of
sex between adult men, many of whom are older, hairy, bearded, and in this
case of several different races.  If this offends you, DON'T READ IT.  If
you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com.


The next few days were relaxing. My new discoveries of the joys of anal sex
gave me another way to spend my time.  There were no problems.  The men who
wanted to become high chief were gathering their friends and making
alliances with other candidates.  Ransom and Williams had a good grasp on
what was going on in the tribe. Ransom may not have been able to speak the
language well, but he was regarded as one of the tribe, a full-fledged
member in good standing.

Williams was a new super shaman. He had a direct connection to me, the god,
but he always deferred to the tribal Witch Doctors.  He became their friend
when he got them to adopt male orphans.  This gave both the orphans and the
Witch Doctors a sexual outlet and greatly improved the personalities of the
older men.

I also began to understand what had happened in the battle.  While the
enemy greatly outnumbered us, Ransom introduced new tactics which carried
the day.  The traditional approach was each man for himself and they were
fought in individual one on one combat.  The men with red hair were viewed
as dandies of no value in battle.  Ransom organized them as a rescue unit,
which came to the aid of whichever warrior who was in greatest danger.

Ransom came to me and asked if I would make a visit to the red-haired men's
camp.  The traditions of the tribe ignored them in war.  Traditions die
hard and even though you could make a case they had saved the day, the
usual celebrations slighted them.  A visit by the white god would set
things right.  I agreed after talking it over with Williams.  He thought it
was a good idea.

That afternoon, I went with Ransom to the red-haired Men's lodge.  It was
on a hill overlooking the main village.  Their lodge was almost as
elaborate as the High Chiefs, but with fewer heads and skulls used as
decoration.  It was covered in quite handsome wooden sculptures of birds
and these gave the place a fantastical character.

The men gathered in front of the Lodge forming a reception committee of
sorts.  All were naked, but sported feathered headdresses of considerable
elaboration.  The older the man, the more spectacular and large the hat.
Several incorporated the severed genitals of their enemies.  I realize I
was becoming accustomed to the place since this no longer struck me as odd.
Most of the men were young, I would guess between the ages of 18 and 35.
There were two older men.  Their beards were mixed with white.  It was
truly odd to see headhunters with ginger beards.  You would expect to see
them in the Highland's of Scotland, more than a hillside in the Pacific.

They also seemed to be unusually good physical shape.  The tribe in general
was in good health.  I attributed that to the relative isolation of the
tribe and the good water provided by the mountain streams.  The red-haired
Men were muscular and the picture of health.

I knew Red Parrot and two of the other men.  The rest were strangers to
me. Red Parrot was proud as a peacock as he and Ransom introduced me to all
of them.  I didn't catch many of the names.  Most were named after birds
and I only understood Eagle and Owl, the names of the two older men. That
didn't seem to be a problem. The men were so excited I was there, there was
no need for me to remember a name.

The younger men were erect as soon as they met me. When I greeted them, I
stroked their cocks. One shot a few volleys of man seed in response.  I
scooped some up and tasted it. All them men murmured in approval.  By then,
I was hard and the men liked that too. We wandered into the lodge and all
sat. They passed around gourds of drink.  I recognized it as the potion we
had the last event with Great Komodo.

Two of the men got up and did a dance while three other men played on drums
and a flute-like instrument. The dance was athletic involving leaping and
gymnastics.  I soon realized it was a pantomime of a bird hunt.  It was
exciting and rather beautiful, very different from the entertainments of
the other men of the tribe.

As I watched, I came to see the dance was an emulation of a bird's mating
ritual. The male figure was one of the older men, Owl.  A young man played
the hard-to-get object of his affection. Owl seemed extraordinarily agile
for a man of his age.  He was both athletic and muscular, but also graceful
and delicate as he portrayed an elegant bird.

Owl began the dance by looking over the boy.  As it progressed, he got
interested and his cock began to rise. Owl's cock was long and curved.  It
terminated in a huge, flared, pink mushroom. It looked like an exotic
tropical flower.  The young man pranced around him, avoiding contact, but
as the dance advanced, his cock began to respond. The young man was
delicate and very elegant. His mannerisms were distinctly feminine.

The gourd continued its circuit around the cluster of men.  The musicians
and dancers got to sip too. After three of four sips, the liquid began to
take effect. It was fermented, but also had aphrodisiacal
properties. Everyone was excited.

When the dance came to an end, both of the dancers were fully erect.  I had
been talking with Red Parrot and hadn't watched closely.  When I looked
carefully again, I saw the young man's cock wasn't delicate at all. It was
a bloated man rammer that protruded straight out seven or eight inches.  At
the end of the dance, the men's cocks touched.

The performance was enthusiastically received. I stood, a bit wobbly and
went over to thank the dancers. I stoked the older man's cock. The younger
man got on his knees and sucked my cock.  He had no problem with big
meat. I took the two men back to my seat and we reclined. Owl told me the
boy was his son, Little Owl.

I bent over and licked Owl's cock.  His pink cock head looked luscious.  He
had oozed considerable amounts of precum and it tasted as good as it
looked. Little Owl concentrated on my cock.

Owl was a joy to suck.  Every motion I made him either moan, or ooze. When
we took a rest, he got Little Owl to break off his almost crazed worship of
my cock and join us in conversation.  Little Owl was sitting back, with his
legs spread, giving me a good view of his cock and balls.  He had low
hangers that concealed his hole.  Elsewhere in the room Ransom and another
man were on their hands and knees with their asses in the air, inviting
anal sex.

I lifted Little Owl's balls, so I could see his hole.  Little Owl burst
into a smile and Owl looked on approvingly.

"It's very soft in there," Owl said.  He reached over and worked two
fingers into his son's ass.  This didn't bother Little Owl at all.  Owl
then worked his thumb and index fingers into the hole.  He then opened up
the fingers, holding the asshole open.  "You see, it's a beautiful pink
inside." Owl said.  "Just like you."  When he pulled his fingers out, I
slipped fingers in.

Little Owl had a very tight ass.  I probed deeper and encountered his
prostate.  Pressing this gland, I sent Little Owl to the moon.  I had been
afraid the ass was too tight for me to fuck the boy easily, but when I
realized how tender and responsive his prostate was, I knew he would love
it.

Owl was coating my cock with oil now.  I was surprised Owl didn't want to
take my cock himself.  Thinking about it for a minute, I recognized Owl was
an old man by the standards of the tribe; he couldn't expect to live much
longer.  It was more important for him to have his son take the god's cock.
The oil felt wonderful as it coated my cock.  There was a gourd of oil next
to where I was sitting, so I put some on my fingers and worked it into the
boy's ass.

By the time my cock was working it way up Little Owl's love tunnel, the boy
was so excited any pain he might have felt vanished in the rapture.  He had
the penis of a god probing his ass.  He couldn't have asked for more.
Little Owl was tight.  His chute wrapped itself on my cock and it was as if
I was a piston in a steam engine.

As I pumped and thrust, his excitement continued to grow.  I don't know how
it happened, but his excitement traveled from his ass to my cock, spreading
to my balls and up to my brain.  I became totally involved and consumed.
He shot off, spraying half of the lodge with his seed.  It was a
spectacular display.  His convulsing ass stimulated my cock and I began to
shoot.

Oddly, I shot off in slow motion.  The pressure would build, then I would
shoot a single volley of my seed into his ass.  I would feel relief, but a
second later the pressure would begin to well up again and I would shoot
another.  After several, I pulled out of Little Owl and shot a load at the
appreciative audience.  They loved it, but it wasn't satisfactory to me.  I
wanted the tight confines of an ass.  Owl was next to me, so I rolled him
over, got his legs on my shoulders and shoved my cock deep.  His ass was
already lubricated and I entered easily.

Owl looked winded but happy.  His ass twitched and I felt the pressure grow
again.  Owl was much bigger than his son, but his ass was just as tight.
After three or four thrusts, Owl became just as enthusiastic as his son.
My cock continued to ejaculate, when Owl realized I was still shooting, his
cock bloated and man milk spurted from his pink cock head.  I stroked his
cock as we ejaculated.  Peaches and cream came to mind.

I finally stopped shooting and pulled out.  One of the musicians came over
and licked the remaining cum and lube from my cock.  Little Owl looked as
if he was asleep, but Red Parrot was giving his ass a tongue bath.

My cock was soft for about tem minutes, then it began to rise again.  I was
lying down, resting, when Ransom came over to me.

"You looked like you were having a good time," he said.  "There are two
happy men here."

"Three," I said.  "Is that want they wanted?"

"It surely was," Ransom replied.  He was squatting next to me on his knees.
With his cock in range, I rolled over and sucked it. It was strange to suck
his cock. I had known him before we were captured by the headhunters and he
wasn't a member of the tribe.  I had thought of the sexual habits of the
tribe as being of anthropological interest.  I couldn't say that about
Ransom's Irish cock. I wasn't sure if it would be as good and the
aborigines.  I soon had to admit, Ransom's cock turned me on.  I'm not
sure, but his pre cum seemed to excite me.

As I sucked him, he reached over and played with my ass.  Red Parrot came
over to join in the fun.  I had a feeling Ransom wanted him to fuck me.
Soon Red Parrot's long thin cock was probing my ass.  Another one of the
musicians joined us, so, while I sucked Ransom, Red Parrot fucked me and
the musician sucked me.  It was a new experience, enjoyable, but a bit
distracting.  It was hard to concentrate.

Red Parrot wasn't distracted and his thrusts became steadily deeper and
faster.  His cock wasn't impressive when it first entered my ass, but as he
continued to thrust, it became more effective as a fuck tool.  When he shot
off it was great.  I could actually feel the man seed spewing in my ass.
When he pulled out, Eagle, the other older man, came up and looked at me.
At first I though he was soft, then I realized he had a cock which drooped
when erect.

Eagle was too polite to enter my ass without asking.  I smiled at him.
That was enough.  A second later his pink cock head was nuzzled in my hole.
Ransom began shooting off at that point and I had all I could to keep from
choking on his load.  If the amount of seed a man ejaculated is any
indication of pleasure, Ransom had truly enjoyed himself.

When Ransom left, the musician rotated, so I could suck his cock as he
attended to mine.  This proved to be a very satisfactory position.  His
cock curved in the perfect shape for me to suck easily.  He was a skilled
sucker himself.  It was at this point I remembered Eagle.  You would think
with a name like Eagle, he would have been bold and forceful.  Eagle was
careful and easy as he slowly worked his cock into my love hole.  A warm
and comfortable feeling enveloped me as his organ eased deeper into my ass
and pressed my prostate.

His cock was much bigger than I had thought.  I was stretched, but Red
Parrot's seed must have lubricated the inside of my tunnel.  Eagle was so
careful, I knew he wouldn't hurt me and I relaxed.  As I relaxed, my two
sexual partners relaxed and we merged into a single, sexual unit.  I could
taste the musician's flow of pre cum increase as he progressed toward a
climax, so I slowed.  When I got close to a climax the musician slowed and
let me cool off.

When I slowed my oral worship of the musician's cock, Eagle increased his
anal ministry.  We were the perfect trio.  It couldn't go on too long,
however.  All three of us were close to an orgasm and we couldn't stay
balanced on the knife edge between intense excitement and a climax forever.

I shot off first.  A mouthful of my man cream made the musician shoot, and
the contractions of my ass pushed Eagle over the edge.  Our three cocks
were shooting together, pumping our man seed into one another.  We were all
satisfied.  Afterward, I came very close to falling asleep.  I roused
myself when I heard the drums beating again.  Owl and his son came by with
fruit and more drink.

Of course sex was no problem with the men of the tribe, but nevertheless,
they were careful with me.  Since most of them didn't know me, they watched
to find out what I liked.  By now they all knew I liked it all.  We all
became relaxed and receptive to each others sexual needs.

We all went to a small pond and bathed, then returned to the lodge for
another round of activities.  The musicians began to play again and Eagle
danced with another young man. This time it was his nephew and the dance
was a recounting of the recent battle.

Ransom came over to me and explained the afternoon's entertainment.  The
men measured the success of a visit, such as mine by the number of orgasms.
Sexual interludes were separated by dancing and feasting.  That way the men
had a chance to refill their balls for the next climax.  The dancing gave
each of the men a chance to show off, and the sex following was a chance
for them to exchange seed.

My intercourse with Owl and Little Owl was a sign of approval.  Ransom
suggested I show the same consideration to the other dancers.  "Of course,
it isn't required, but it would be good if you did," he said.  I wasn't
sure I could have sex with all of the men, but I said I would do as much as
I could.

"I know you will," Ransom replied.  He was smiling.  Ransom always thought
he knew me better than I knew myself.  I hate acknowledging he was right,
but as usual, he was.  Ransom didn't think I would have any trouble
pleasing all of the men.  I didn't.

As a good Scot and Presbyterian, I had some tendencies to see events as
predestined.  I came to understand, if God wanted to equip a mere mortal to
play the role of a cock god to a tribe of headhunters, he could hardly have
given any more physically beneficial traits more than I.

I had a huge cock, balls filled with cum, and an ability to stay hard for
hours.  In addition, I had no problem with multiple orgasms and seemed to
feel no diminution of my sexual urges after multiple orgasms.  My body and
mind were perfectly suited for the tasks demanded of a male fertility god.