Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 05:16:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marooned 2

This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments  send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.


OnTanus was one of the younger men in the group, but he was taller than his
brother and almost as tall as his father. He was outgoing and seemed to
talk non stop. This was good for me.  I have an ear for language and very
good memory. After a few days we could talk about simple, day to day
things.  As time passed I began to understand their language well.

OnTanus looked almost like a caricature of a caveman, except he was thinner
and less stocky than most of the others. He picked things up well too.  The
same could not be said of all his companions.

I came to realize there were four families represented in our group. The
Canus, Sanus and Banus were parts of the same clan. OnBanus was the biggest
of the young men, but he didn't seem to get the language thing at all.
TeSanus and DeSanus were the second and third sons of the Big Man's best
friend. It was clear to me that the Tanus family was brighter than the
others.

I wondered if the tribe chose its leader on the basis of intelligence
rather than physical size. If that was the case, it would be helpful from
an evolutionary point of view. It also seemed that the Tanus family was
more gregarious and outgoing than the others. They seemed bolder and more
prone to explore.  In one respect the Tanus family was physically big.
They were better hung and had longer cocks than the other men.

The younger men stayed together and had comparatively little interaction
with the elders. At 50, I was an elder and apparently the boys were honored
I would try to talk with him, especially OnTanus.  Sexually OnTanus held
back until the second night I was with him.  Then I discovered he was a
good and enthusiastic cock sucker.  He was more than willing to spend half
a day sucking my member and taking my cum. I thought I'd run out or cream,
but my balls must have switched into overdrive with all the stimulation.

OnTanus didn't expect reciprocation, but I like to suck too.  After some
time, I got to 69 with him. This too was a great honor for him. Over the
next few weeks I got to know OnTanus well and I got a fuller understanding
of his sexual anatomy.

Because of his thick pelt, I had underestimated the size of his balls and
ball sack. The balls were the size of large plums or small apples. The skin
of the sack was thicker and much hairier than modern men. I assumed this
provided extra protection for men who were always naked in the jungle.

His shaft was thick and got rock hard. The foreskin was very thick. Inside
the skin, his large, flared, cock head was still supple even when fully
erect.  It was also very sensitive. OnTanus reacted to every movement of my
tongue, especially when I licked the edge of the head and the skin that
connected the cock to the foreskin. The slit was wide and drooled precum
continuously during sexual activity.

They had no clothes, no tattoos, or personal adornment of any sort. As far
as they were concerned, they were properly dressed as long as the foreskin
covered their glans. I came to understand they regarded the glans as the
sex organ and considered the remainder of the cock and balls to be
accessories only. I realized when you sucked them in public, it was best to
peel the skin back in your mouth, take the ejaculate, then pull the skin
back over the head after the orgasm.

I am cut, and my exposed cock head excited them tremendously. Since I spent
much of my time with the younger men, I soon realized they were easily
stimulated. They would get hard and expose their cock heads often.  This
always caused laughter.

The younger men tended to like their sex fast. My sucking technique is slow
and easy going. I got them to slow down and savor the sensations.  I would
take OnTanus to the edge of an orgasm three of four times before he found
release. He liked that.  When he shot, it was a spectacular blast of hot
cum.  It actually tickled the back of my throat. He typically had eight or
nine major ejaculations before the force began to diminish.

His slit was wide and I could force my tongue into his generous cum channel
a good inch. I figured it would take a lot to fill it up after an orgasm,
but OnTanus had no problem. His cock softened a little after his orgasm,
but was hard again in a few minutes. He was ready for another climax in ten
or twenty minutes.

His balls produced a great amount of cum. Curiously they regarded cum as a
food source.  It was a delicacy. Some of my gay friends joked about cum as
desert. That is exactly the way they saw it. OnBanus's cock was hard most
of the time.  His cock was particularly thick and his balls were huge.
They seem to regard his cum as a perfect, late afternoon snack. He could
shoot off three or four times in a comparatively short period of time. I
noticed that several of the older men would take his cum too.

I spent most of my time with OnTanus. He was the most sexually responsive
of the men, but I sampled them all. When I finally got to suck OnBanus I
understood his popularity. While I was the third man to take his load that
day, his load was huge and sweet.

While sex was a normal, daily activity and caused no notice amount the
tribe's members, the boys kept their asses firmly clamped shut. The ass was
apparently off limits. I couldn't get any of them to open up, nor could I
get any of them to play with my ass.

The tribe spent most of the day fishing or looking for fruits, nuts and
vegetables. They speared fish in the shallow tidal pools.  There was
abundant fresh water coming from springs in the side of the central hills
of the island.  The time not spent gathering food was spent sucking.

Fortunately, they seemed healthy and clean.  That was because of the amount
of time they spent in the ocean or swimming in the spring fed ponds.  They
always bathed after pissing or shitting. I had assumed cleanliness was a
characteristic of modern man, but this tribe had discovered that virtue.

I was worried we might infect them with germs from our world, but this
wasn't a problem. Mr. Amoretti had a phobia about germs and insisted we all
get a full set of inoculations before we got on the ship. One of the crew
members had been sick and the entire crew had taken a full series of
antibiotics to insure nothing spread.

The younger men only rarely had sex with the elders.  In a sense they were
in a probationary period.  They did not become men in full standing until
after some sort of a ceremony.  The boys didn't talk much about the
ceremony, but I assumed I would find out soon enough.

My status with the tribe rose when they discovered the magical properties
of my glasses. Their only source of fire was from lightning strikes. When
they found fire, they kept the fire in a hut with three guardians who
protected the flame.  I was sort of like the Ancient Romans and the Vestal
Virgins, without the virgin part of course.  It was a great disgrace to let
the flame burn out.

I'm blind as a bat without glasses and have classic, Coke bottle lenses. I
used my glasses with the bright sun to make fire.  The tribe was
awestruck. The men had no form of personal adornment whatsoever no
ornamental necklaces, no tattoos or body piercing.  My glasses had puzzled
them from the start, but when they discovered their magic properties, I
rose to an almost god like status.

The Big Man wanted to take me into his hut, but I had been given to the
young men, there didn't seem to be any way to take me away from them.

As my language skills increased, I found out why Angus had so fascinated
them. They worshiped a fire god and visualized the god as a man surrounded
by flames. They saw his red hair as flames, and assumed he was either the
god himself, or a brother or cousin of the god. When I produced fire
magically, it was crystal clear to them. I was the bearer of the flame for
the god.

They saw their god as bringing both the blessings and the destructive power
of fire.  Angus was nothing if not affable and friendly. This puzzled them,
until the Chief decided the god must have been a twin.  Angus was the good
twin who had come to bless the tribe.

I explained this to Angus.  Angus wasn't an educated man, but he had
guessed they thought something of that sort.  "I bet my mother never
guessed she had given birth to a god!" he said, laughing. "The red hair did
the trick?"

"That's what OnTanus told me," I said. "They never seen anything like
it. They think Carlo is a cousin who faded."

"I don't mind being a god," Angus said. "It's funny. I thought I had a good
sex life, until I came here. I like sex anytime you want it. I sure am glad
they like sex with a god."

"Do you ever get tired of it?" Carlo asked.

"Not yet," Angus replied. "I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for that."

After three weeks Angus, Carlo and I were in good with the tribe.  I seemed
as if the men were getting excited. They began sitting through the night on
the edge of the water watching the sky. I soon realized the moon was
approaching its full phase. This was a significant event for the tribe.

The day before the full moon was spent in feverish activity, preparing a
festival of some sort. OnTanus was nervous. I wouldn't say he was afraid,
but he was uneasy. It was to be the night of his initiation.

The Chief was working on a special crew in his hut. When I walked by it, I
could smell alcohol. They had discovered fermentation. I couldn't tell
exactly what it was, but I guessed it was a fruit and coconut wine. When
the sun set, the gourd of wine came out and the men began to drink and
chant. All the boys hung on the side of the group while the men sat in a
crescent watching for the moon rise.

When the sun set, the men stood. OnTanus came forward and stood in the
center of the crescent. He took a drink from his gourd.  He then turned
toward the setting sun and bent over. He exposed his ass to all them men of
the tribe. They cheered. Each man then peeled his foreskin back exposing
their cock heads.

One of the older men came over to OnTanus and began fucking him. After a
few minutes that man shot off and he was replaced with another. One by one
each man in the tribe fucked OnTanus and left his load in the boy's ass.

I felt sorry for the boy, but I was familiar enough with primitive
initiation rituals to realize this was mild and almost painless compared to
many. The men were graded by size with those men with more modest cocks
fucking first and larger cocks later after his ass had stretched.

I thought back to my first experience with anal sex. It had been painful,
but not so painful as to discourage me from trying it again. I certainly
liked it now and I assumed eventually OnTanus would like it too. By now it
was Carlo's turn. He had a long thin cock, very unlike the members of the
tribe.

OnTanus had been impassive as each cock penetrated and stretched his hole
wider. When Carlo's cock slid into the cum filled tunnel, I saw OnTanus
react. He moaned and wiggled his ass to get the cock deeper. It was my turn
next.

The moon had risen and I could see his puffy hole. It was drooling cum and
quivered. I eased my bloated cock head into the ravaged opening. He cried
out.  It wasn't a cry of pain. It was a cry of ecstasy.

The men cried out, "He is a man!  He is a man!"  Apparently you became a
man when you enjoyed anal sex.  OnTanus' sphincter had lost much of its
strength, so it caressed my cock as it entered. I had never been the second
man to fuck a guy, so being the 15th was an all new experience for me.  His
ass was hot, quivering and juicy. It was like fucking with ball
bearings. While his ass still tightly grasped my cock, but there was no
resistance.  It was easy and exciting.  He enjoyed it as much as I.

I could have fucked him for hours, but that wasn't in the cards. I shot off
a spectacular load after a few minutes. I think the chief's coconut brew
had and affect, because my orgasm was much more intense than ususal.  It
was a total, full body orgasm that left me weak and shivering.  It seemed
to go on for a minute or two.

 After adding my cum to the sperm stew in his ass, Angus took my
place. Everyone gathered close to watch the god's cock enter OnTanus's
ass. OnTanus loved it. Whatever problem OnTanus might have had with anal
sex had vanished by now. Angus and OnTanus formed and single fucking
entity.  They were one.

I was winded by my climax, but felt no reduction in my sexual desire.
Normally when I shoot off, I'm done for the next hour or two. It take a
while to recharge. I felt like a teenager again.  I was ready to go again
after ten minutes.  I looked at the tribesmen. All were still hard.  Maybe
the chief's brew was more than just alcoholic.  It seemed to have some
aphrodisiac properties.

Up until this night all sex had been oral.  Now it was 100% anal. Once
OnTanus was initiated, it was open season and no ass was safe. The Big Man
came over to me. He and the chief, his father, had not been involved in
OnTanus' initiation, so he was fully loaded and hard as a rock. His cock
was gigantic and in the moonlight I could see he was drooling precum. I
wasn't sure what he wanted at first, but I sure knew what I wanted.  I bent
over and exposed my ass.

I guessed right. That was exactly what he wanted. I'm versatile, but given
all things being equal, I tend to bottom. While I don't think of myself as
a size queen I had to admit to being curious about the Big Man's huge
organ.

He pushed me to my knees, positioned his cock at my ass and then grabbed my
shoulders.  I was enveloped in the massive hairy man and expected hin to
split me in half. I was so horny, I was willing, but I was still a bit
scared at the prospect.

I didn't expect what happened.  The Big Man took his time and slow fucked
me. In a million years I wouldn't have believed he was a lover not a
fucker. That is not to say he didn't fuck me good, long and hard.

I had noted the men produced a lot of precum. The big man nosed his
drooling head into my hole slowly, not penetrating the sphincter until I
was fully lubricated.  The longer he played with my ass, the more I wanted
it. When he finally popped his organ in it was a relief.

I had never been totally filled before.  I'm not a virgin, but I felt like
one as his cock occupied untouched parts of my body. I lost control and
began to moan as he slowly thrust his massive organ into my ass.

He pulled out suddenly. I was shocked, but a second cock entered my ass.
It was the chief.  He wasn't quiet as large as his son, but it was
good. OnTanus was next, and the three men took turns fucking me. I had
never been fucked by several men, but it was good. I had never though of
sex as a group activity before, but it was exciting and pleasurable. We
were sharing pleasure.  It felt so good to me, it was hard to believe then
enjoyed it as much as I did, but everyone came back for seconds.

By the time it the Big Man entered my ass again, every atom in my body was
sexually charged. I was primed I have always liked sex, but this was more.
The three of us were using our bodies to generate the prefect store of
sexual passion. In front of me OnTanus was on his back with his legs in the
air while the chief licked the cum from his ass.

The perfect host, when the chief saw me watching, he stopped. He rotated
OnTanus so I could lick his hole.  Fortunately I remembered they regarded
cum as a food source and a treat. Licking around the ravaged opening I
tasted the mingled man seed of the entire tribe.  The chief held his legs
wide and pulled them back so the ass would open.

As the Big Man did deep thrust into my ass, my tongue penetrated deeply
into his son's ass. The taste and smell of cum and precum was
intoxicating. From there on the night got confusing. I remember only the
pleasure.