Simon 1/2/3/4

 

Chapter 1

 

Simon Trowbridge buckled his seat belt for another landing. But the journey that he had started many weeks before still had a very long way to go in more ways than one. A product of seventies life in the U.K., at university he had opted for one of the social science subjects and still had to decide exactly what he wanted to do in life. Till now it had been a case of avoiding decisions.  He had been two years into a sociology course when his father unexpectedly died. At nineteen years old he found himself with a small cash windfall but the bulk of his fathers’ estate would not materialise until he turned twenty one.

 

With his mother having passed away some years before, he was now on his own and answerable to no-one. At the start of the summer recess, his first resolution was to take a years break from university and see his older brother in Australia. Also, there was at the back of his mind the idea that he could do a paper on primitive societies for his final year. In his head, it was already entitled "Social rules and government in primitive societies". He didn’t have any clear idea of where to begin except that he remembered being really interested in a book he had read by an early explorer and thought there must still be plenty of primitive societies in the South Pacific and close enough to Australia to combine with the trip to his brother.

 

His plan slowly began to unravel immediately. Along the way, on a whim he stopped over in India for a look around. It took a month for that. Then on to Thailand and another major derailment, for he found the girls in Thailand so alluring that it cost him not only two months of his time, but ate into his savings considerably. As cheap as they were, girls still cost and Simon went to town, sowing his wild oats at every opportunity, and those came extremely easy. Pattaya, Ko Samui, Phuket, he toured them all. Back pack over his shoulder and a new girl on his arm almost every day. Eventually one morning he woke up and got a grip of himself, took stock of fast depleting resources and booked a ticket to Sidney and was on his way once more.

 

His brother David was there to meet him at the airport.  It was a happy reunion; not having seen him for over five years there was a lot to catch up on. David had done well since emigrating, in fact was still doing well and after the first few days had very little time to spend with Simon. Being on his own in a big city reminded him too much of London. Coming so soon after the freedoms of India and Thailand he soon had itchy feet to be moving on and start on his research.

 

On making a few enquiries, everyone he asked had the same reply. "You're a hundred years too late mate, or fifty anyway. No more primitive societies left to write about. All got TV, fast food and alcoholics. Can't be done"

 

Some people were helpful though, and passed him along to those who might have had better knowledge of the South Pacific islanders. But the answer basically was always the same, "Too late, their lives have been changed." It was all beginning to look like a bad idea when he made his mind up to see one last "expert" at one of Sidney's Universities.

 

"How far do you want to go?” asked the professor. "I mean, there are places, but they are so far off the beaten track that it would take you weeks if not months to get there."

 

Simon replied eagerly "Tell me more".

 

………………

 

The plane touched down in Vanuatu, one of Melanesian Islands. Two days later and he rendezvoused with a Royal New Zealand Navy's supply ship in the harbour for the last leg of the journey, a four day sail eastwards.

 

The patrol across this part of the South Pacific was shared with the Australian Navy, each sending a boat about once every three months.

 

"We look for anything out of the ordinary concerning the remote islands" explained the Captain once they had left the port. "Make sure the inhabited ones have not been struck by any catastrophe like earthquakes or eruptions. The uninhabited for anyone who as come ashore due to some emergency and in general just to make sure the Chinese, Japanese, Koreans or just plain gangsters have not taken over some place"

 

"How about the Anchou Islands? That’s where I'm headed" asked Simon.

 

The Captain drew a file out from the cabinet and leafed through the papers.

 

"Not a lot on them, no reported trouble there, ever."

 

"Anything else? I know virtually nothing about them so far" admitted Simon.

 

"Our little fact sheet tells us it was once a volcano, with the central cone collapsing back into the sea leaving four Islands roughly equating with the corners. Three are almost touching each other and the fourth about three miles distant. Population estimated between one thousand and one thousand five hundred. Mind, that nugget of information is dated 1955, they could have bred like rabbits, kept pretty constant or dwindled since then, we don’t know for sure. Perhaps you will be able to feed back some new information. I understand no white man has been on the islands for more than an overnight stay in decades.  No areas of flat land at all, no landing for ships of any size."

 

"Then how do you communicate or go in?"

 

"We stand offshore and send in a Zodiac" replied the Captain. "We ask if they are okay, nothing more and then move on to our next call".  He continued running through the file.  "Treacherous underwater gas vent columns prevent any close approach by ships, plus the heavy swells are particularly dangerous. Mostly cliffs dropping into the sea, just a couple of small beaches but even they are difficult to make an approach too."

 

"So they are completely cut off in other words" said Simon.

 

The Captain laughed. "In a nutshell, that just about covers it".

 

"Makes you wonder how the people got there in the first place" said Simon thinking aloud.

 

The Captain swept his hand right across a map of the South Pacific. "How the buggers got anywhere in this part of the world is amazing, full stop"

 

"Any information as to which language they speak" asked Simon although he hadn't a clue how to speak anything except English and French.

 

The Captain flicked through the papers once more and fed a dozen of them into the photocopier.

 

"Base language is Polynesian, but obviously with major local differences. This should help, a small English-Polynesian translator for basic words or phrases but with amendments as our rare onshore ventures have come across. Should be useful"

 

"Great, much appreciated" replied Simon, this was the first concrete practical information he had.

 

"So what are you going to do there"? Enquired the Captain.

 

"I’m preparing a paper for my degree; three months should be more than enough to research everything I need."

 

"Hope you know what you are doing, three months can be a life sentence with no worldly goods about you!” the Captain laughed. “Spend sometime with the medical officer before we arrive, let him fill you in with what to expect and maybe kit you out with a medical bag if you don’t already have one. Oh yes, have a chat with Lieutenant Shipton, he is our best interpreter for local languages and customs."

 

Simon was really grateful to the Captain, finally his project was all falling into place or so it seemed.

 

…………….

 

The siren wailed making Simon jump. He felt the vibrations from the ships engines die away and heard the rattling of anchor chains. He leapt out of bed and up on deck for a first look at his new home for the months to come.

 

"Mr. Simon Trowbridge report to aft deck" came over the Tannoy.

 

Lieutenant Barry Shipton was waiting for him. "Get your kit together, we’ll be going ashore in roughly one hour from now"

 

Excitedly he stuffed his few belongings into a back pack and made his was aft again to watch the crew prepare the Zodiac for the run to shore. He began to feel nervous as suddenly the enormity of what he had planned began to hit him. Three months away from home, no radio, TV or anything else he had taken for granted. He knew it was going to be a challenge and he also knew that probably, he did not know the half of it.

 

The Zodiac pulled away from the ship and he waved goodbye to those on deck. Goose pimples ran up his back and he began to feel more and more apprehensive the closer the boat came to shore. Not only because of leaving the ship, but also because the little rubber craft felt like it would never actually get there. The sea was lively, rather like a cross between white water rafting, surfing and a roller coaster. He clung on to the seat and perimeter rope till his wrists and hands ached.

 

Suddenly there was a loud clang and the boat began to vibrate violently. The two sailors at the stern leapt at one of the outboards and tilted it out of the water.

 

Lieutenant Barry shook his head. "Struck a pipe chimney, now we are down to one engine"

 

One of the sailors pointed out that they had lost one of the ‘prop blades.

 

"A few more inches and that would have been like a pin in a balloon."

 

As they neared the small beach, he could see around fifty people gathered on the sand and the steep slope behind.

 

With some relief the nose of the craft embedded itself into the sand and Barry beckoned him out onto solid ground.

 

"Keep close to me, I will go and see the Chief for a chat and then ask him if you can stay till we next call again."

 

No sooner had he spoken they were surrounded by a surge of practically naked islanders, smiling, laughing and extending hands to help him climb out and carry his backpack. To keep his balance he let it go to the closest youth and then he scrambled up the banking to join Barry. At the top, he was going to take back his pack, but the youth gestured no, he would take care of it and followed on his heels.

 

"Tek, Tek," he said excitedly stabbing his chest, and pointed to Simon.

 

"Simon Trowbridge" he replied, then corrected himself jabbing his finger at his own chest. "Simon"

 

The youth laughed easily and nodded "Simon" he pointed and then back to himself again "Tek".

 

The simple introduction reduced his anxiety considerably and put him much more at ease. These people were very friendly.

 

They were led through clusters of bamboo huts till they approached one much larger than the rest. Inside Barry bade him to stay behind as he went forward to a group of men sitting on the floor at the far end. He watched Barry kneel and squat on his haunches and take the hand of the Chief and in a continuous gesture, raised the back of it to his forehead. The old man bent forward and patted him on his shoulder smiling, evident that the two knew each other.

 

Tek distracted him, tapping his sides drawing his attention to a beautiful girl offering him a drink. Tek mimed that he should take it and drink up, which he did. Fresh fruit juice. She offered him more, leaving Tek grinning seeing him enjoy the refreshment.

 

Barry's talk with the Chief did not last long, perhaps around half an hour, then he got up off the floor and made his way back to Simon.

 

"The Chief says that you are welcome and they will look after you as part of their family. Tonight you will stay somewhere around here, then tomorrow he will have some people build you a place of your own. It will be like one of those small bamboo huts we saw coming up here. So looks like you are sorted, half a star accommodation, free food and lots of beautiful girls to look at. Sure you wouldn’t mind changing places with me?"

 

"Thanks so much for your help, I guess I couldn’t have done any of this on my own"

 

"You'll be okay" said Barry shaking his hand. "See you in three months, or someone else will from our lot or the Ozzies."

 

Chapter 2

 

As soon as Barry left the room, he felt really frightened. Everyone was looking at him and he didn’t know what to say or do. The moment was broken by Tek who put down the backpack at his feet and casually made his way to the Chief and spoke. He could see the Chief and others at the front nodding agreement and then Tek turned on his heels and came back to Simon.

 

He took his hand and led him back to the Chief. Simon repeated the greeting he had seen the Lieutenant and others do. The Chief smiled warmly and indicated that he should go with Tek. He thanked them with the words remembered from the ship papers and followed Tek outside and on to a small hut.

 

"Simon and Tek" he said, and pointed to the floor of the hut. He somersaulted his hands and made a house shape, pointing back down the hill. Simon nodded understanding. All very simple really even though they had hardly exchanged an intelligible word.

 

Tek signalled that he should leave his back pack and took his hand and led outside. There was still a lot of people milling around, obviously the ship's arrival and his staying was the big news of the day.

 

As Barry had said, there were lots of pretty young girls around who smiled and looked on. When he returned the grins, they giggled and shyly hid their faces behind hands. A number of young men though joined with Tek as they walked around the village. Tek named them as they did so, but with all the excitement it went in one ear and out the other for Simon.

 

At the bottom of the hill and not far from the beach Tek stopped. He mimed the shape of a house to which Simon told him the English translation.

 

He pointed to the earth and tumbled his hands "Simon house" he indicated.

 

Tomorrow they would build him his own place in this spot.

 

They continued to the bluff overlooking the beach. By now the Zodiac was back on board and the ship was manoeuvring to set sail for the next point of call. They all squatted on their haunches and watched it sail off into the distance. With the excitement fading, many of the youths went down to the beach and began to fish. The day was drawing to a close and as the sun dipped towards the horizon, Simon was wondering if now he would wake up from a deep sleep or this was all for real.

 

To try and get off to a good learning start, Simon mimed a baby being cradled, then used his hands as a step and gestured to Tek. He grinned and counted nineteen marks in the sand.  

 

"Nineteen" echoed Simon. "Simon nineteen, Tek nineteen."

 

Then he asked if he was married to which Tek said no and intimated he was still too young and gestured one more year.  Simon laughed, "Simon, Tek, same."

 

Back at the hut, food had been laid out and Simon found himself to be hungry. Timidly he tried first one and then another dish finding each delicious. Tek indicated if the dish in question was a fish, walked or grew on the land. Amidst the laughter, Simon realised he was enjoying all this very much.

 

As well as being good fun, there was plenty of embarrassment to balance it out. Simon felt helpless with the smallest most basic requirement and had to be led by Tek. With it almost dark they had a single small oil lamp in the room. Finishing the meal, Tek had him follow outside behind the hut and dished out water into a small bowl, showing this was for washing his face and swilling out his mouth. Then taking his hand, led him into the trees. Tek stopped and began to piss, indicating this was what Simon should also do.  He asked by mime if he wanted to shit, but Simon laughed and said tomorrow. Inwardly he quaked wondering just how he would take a shit here and what the procedure was. Simple things, so difficult at times.

 

The hut was a single small empty room save for a raised area in one corner. This was the bed. One thing that Simon had brought along was a mosquito net so with some amusement from Tek, he strung it up from a rafter and fastened down the corners. Tek appeared eager to sleep and for Simon, it had been quite a whirlwind of a day. As there was only the single light, it was logical to try and sleep now and be ready for tomorrow and a whole slew of new things to learn.

 

Tek laid down using his arm as a head rest, but Simon new he couldn’t sleep like this. Instead he pulled off his shorts and tee shirt and used them for a pillow. With it still being so warm he thought he would be a bit more comfortable even if the bed lacked any other resemblance to what till now he had been used to.

 

Simon lay on his back letting the events of the day run through his mind again. The postcard view of the island from the ship; the rough sea and how scared he had been in the rubber boat. The people at the beach. The wholesale nakedness of everyone.

 

All the men save the elders had nothing more than a loose curtain in front of their privates hanging from a hip chord. Bums were on display as nothing different to an exposed arm or foot. Even when they squatted down, the curtain didn’t cover everything and as he had noticed many times already, was pushed aside or caught by the breeze to show what was behind.

 

Tek with his quick smile and boyish innocence, like taking him by the hand. He would have died rather than walk holding hands with another man in public back home. He had seen it before though, first in India where it was quite commonplace and again in Thailand. The girls were little better off, even if the bottom of the cod piece appeared to be fastened to an extra cord which ran between their legs to avoid accidental displays. But breasts were not covered. Somehow, with necklaces and decorations this did not look out of place compared with the almost naked men.

 

He realised that to be part of their family, he would have to conform to their dress. Not that it bothered him too much, he had always been a bit of a show off and exhibitionist at parties and such, so showing his bum to people who didn’t know him at the other side of the world would not be a problem. Or so he told himself before dropping off to sleep.

 

He did not sleep too well being a strange bed. Not to mention sharing it with Tek. And by the middle of the night it was not all that warm so that Tek's body spooned up behind him was more welcome than not.

 

If sleep came late then the morning came too fast. Simon awoke to find Tek running his fingers through his hair, his body leaning half over his.

 

"I like" he said, comparing Simon's sun bleached blonde locks to his own wavy black.

 

If there was one thing going to make Simon stand out from the rest, it would be his blonde hair, no getting away from that. He had been sunbathing for more than two months including many stints completely naked in Indian and Thailand so even his bum would not stand out too much. But his normal light brown hair was now a dirty blonde colour and if for nothing else, you would be able to pick him out from a crowd of these people a mile way. He thought that would be why the girls were giggling so much yesterday, probably had never seen hair like his before.

 

"Today new house?" asked Simon to get Tek's mind off his hair.

 

Suddenly remembering, Tek crawled over Simon and stood up.

 

"Come, come" he gestured urgently.

 

The morning sun was still very low on the horizon and his watch said 6 a.m. Simon removed it and put it into the backpack, determined from now on to do without and live how his body told him and not what the time the watch said.

 

He pulled on his shorts leaving behind the tee-shirt and followed Tek outside.

 

First they went back down the path they used last night, but further into the woods. Tek stopped by a fairly large bush and began cutting off half a dozen leaves.

 

"Kudar, Kudar" he said to indicate the name of the leaf or bush.

 

Moving a little further on he stopped and squatted down, gesturing for Simon to follow.

 

"My God" thought Simon, I have to take a crap next to him. He doubted if he could. "Here goes feeling a helpless child again" he murmured.

 

He pulled down his shorts and briefs, just moving a little further away from Tek before he squatted down.

 

Tek dropped a turd and Simon tried his best not to look. To distract he let go a stream of piss into the earth. Tek opened a small bag he carried and withdrew a knife.

 

"Kudar!" he took a leaf and held it up for Simon to watch what he was going to do.

 

Then taking the knife he made a slit on the upper part of the leaf and peeled back the top skin. Within and still attached to the lower layer was thick soft pith. Tek indicated that he should watch closely and then gently crumpled the leaf in his hand and opened it again. Part of the pith had squashed and a pool of juice sat in the leaf. Then not loosing the liquid he used it to wipe his bum. He repeated it a couple of times and used the discarded leaf to cover the offending pile of excrement.  He did the same with another leaf and showed Simon how he would clean his penis. The job finished he took the last whole leaf, peeled off the top outer skin and turning it upside down covered the pile completely. Using his foot, he kicked forest debris around the edge to hold it down. To complete the lesson, he pointed out many other leaves on the ground around them which Simon had not noticed before and motioned that they too were the same as he had just done. They were in the toilet area of the forest.

 

Simon took the knife and one of the leaves to practice. It was quite easy to do in fact, and just to get the full effect, wrapped it around his dick. The smell of the leaf was a little like menthol or eucalyptus and it gave a really cool feel to his dick. Sort of like a natural version of wet wipes.

 

As they walked back to the hut, Tek stopped by a small bush and beckoned him to bend down with him.  To Simon it looked like an ornamental shrub rather similar to a palm of some sort. Tek brushed the edges of the thin long leaves and had Simon do the same. They were as sharp as razor blades. The end of the leaves were pointed and these too were like needles.  Tek stood up and lifted the curtain covering his dick and acted walking into the bush. Then laughing, he held his dick and balls, hopping around pretending to scream in pain.

 

He said something like "If you do that, rub Kudar leaf onto the cut," so Simon presumed it must have some kind of medicinal use.

 

It left Simon thinking, the dick curtain was not about modesty at all, but protection from being spiked in the balls by nasty plants whenever walking in the forest.

 

They went down to the site of the new house and found half a dozen young guys already digging holes for the uprights. Others were bringing poles of bamboo from further up the village. Simon wanted to help but a Tek indicated there was no need. But he didn’t feel like doing nothing so taking no notice he grabbed one of the wooden spades and helped to clear out the earth as others were doing. They smiled back appreciatively.

 

Little by little it took shape, large bamboo poles for the corners and top and bottom frames, and progressively smaller ones added for the floor, door and window framing. Simon thought the construction absolutely brilliant. One guy with an axe notched the bamboo at each place where it crossed with another, then the joint was held with a weaving of thin bamboo strips, the completed joint being absolutely rigid and not a nail used anywhere.

 

There was a constant coming and going of young men throughout the morning. Some would come and chat to friends, others to lend a hand for half an hour and then leave. No one strained themselves and joking and horseplay were the order of the day rather than the work in hand. By the time the house was finished he must have seen ten or twenty faces come and go. It struck Simon, that with all the stretching and bending as they lifted and passed the wood between them, they might have well as been naked because everywhere he looked these dick flaps had moved and became displaced with what they were carrying at any given time. He had never seen so much nakedness and had the idea this is what a nudist camp must be like. Everyone had a fine well developed and shapely physique. In fact, anyone who was the typical straight up and down that was quite the usual back home, here was a sign they were not yet into puberty. Once they were, they naturally developed the shape that came to his compatriots only with sports or the gym. In this particular area he was not embarrassed, because he had always played sports of some kind and was often admired for his body shape.

 

Perhaps the biggest surprise about building the house was when all the framing had been finished. A line of guys came down the hill with prefabricated panels of palm thatch for the roof and decoratively woven bamboo panels for the walls. His one room house was the same size as any single room of any other house in the village, panels were made that fitted any wall on any house. All they had to do was slot them into position and bind them with bamboo strips. In less than half the day his house was erected and ready for him to take up residence.

 

The final touch was two small plots fenced off from the surrounding ground, Tek explaining one would be to keep chickens and the other to grow vegetables.

 

As the young men began to drift off, Simon thanked each one for their efforts before going back to fetch his mosquito net and back pack. On returning, food had arrived from somewhere and together with the last few guys, they ate a good lunch.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

"Tek" said Simon when they were by themselves. "I want to wear same as you" showing he would discard the shorts and wanted the same dick curtain everyone else wore. He still felt something of a Martian amongst these men and reasoned the quickest way to become accepted would be to iron out as many differences as possible and as quick as he could.

 

"Good, good" beamed Tek, taking off his own and holding it against Simon. Of course the waist cord was too short, but he could gauge how much longer it would have to be. Simon knew he was 32" waist whereas Tek would be about 26 or 28", but that would be meaningless here.

 

Tek disappeared off somewhere and while gone he was visited by some of the guys who had help with the building earlier. Each brought something useful that he might need, clay pots, dried gourd containers, a few sweet potato plants for the garden and a couple of small chickens. By himself, he really had to work hard to remember which words to use in thanking them and felt that they liked him all the more for making the effort. As he had already observed, they were an affectionate people and hugged and touched each other whenever in conversation. No exception was made for Simon and all gestures were returned as faithfully as possible.

 

A short while later Tek reappeared with another youth.

 

“This Ta-em” he introduced.  He then tried to explain what Simon took as being that he was a relative, probably a cousin but not his brother.  Ta-em was much more slender than the well defined Tek, although a little taller. Straight away he could see that Taem was more reserved than the bubbly Tek.

 

Tek spoke to Taem who opened his little bag or shoulder satchel, and handed Simon something he at first didn’t recognise. As he opened it out, he found it to be the dick curtain he had asked for. The moment had arrived.

 

They both stood there expectantly making Simon feel self conscious. He stretched the cord around his waist to check if it was long enough, and it was.  Tek beckoned him to wear it, so he bit his lip and undid the shorts and kicked them off. Next were the briefs but now he hesitated. He saw Tek frown wondering why he was delaying. “Oh what the hell” he said to himself and pulled them off, quickly trying to replace them with the curtain.

 

Tek and Taem began to smirk and then giggle as he tied both ends of the cord. Simon stared back wondering what was so damn funny. Tek shook his head and pulled up the cord of his own curtain to show him how it looked, tied tight around the waist and the flap well up his stomach and his cock and balls hanging below in full view.  Laughing, he dropped to one knee in front of Simon and bid him to undo the cord once more, and then tie it as he held it in the proper position.

 

Satisfied that it was in the right position and Simon now knowing how to wear it properly, the two fell into a short conversation. Suddenly Tek pulled back Simon’s curtain and took hold of his dick. Simon jumped but then immediately noticed that neither one was interested in him, but his dick. They nattered on a little longer then Tek looked up and with a questioning look, indicated the end of his dick. Simon was at a loss to what they found so special. They understood that he didn’t understand and pulled back their own curtains, and moved closer to stand right next to him so all three dicks were almost touching. Tek took hold of his own and indicated the end and then holding Simon, pulled the foreskin a little.

 

Simon twigged what they were on about. He was circumcised but they were not and evidently had never seen a circumcised one before.  Tek made a cutting motion with his hand and Simon mimed that he was a baby when it happened and didn’t know much. Tek let go and resumed a conversation with Taem.  Turning back he gestured sex movements which made Simon laugh, but he got across the idea that being cut was no problem and it worked just fine. Seemingly satisfied they dismissed the curiosity and grabbed Simon to take him to the beach and catch fish.  

 

Over the next week he and Tek quickly got on the same wavelength and communication became quite smooth. Taem who was also frequently with them was no problem although by nature he was reserved. When any occasion arose for them to talk, he was as good as Tek.

 

Mornings tended to be keeping his patch of garden weed free, his couple of chickens fed and tagging along with Tek trying to help out with anything that he had to do.  After a lunch they went to the beach and fished till late afternoon, then back to the house and cook the catch. If they caught more than they needed, then it was shared out to families around them, who in turn provided vegetables or anything else needed for a meal. 

 

Many of the older villagers took a nap after the lunch. The girls tended to look after the children and the boys went to the beach. Fishing was the end result, but really it was a place to relax, horse around or lie on the sand and sleep too. The fishing was quite easy and no-one had to spend much time before they had enough for the evening meal.

 

With everything that had been going on, thoughts of sexual pleasure simply were not there. But for the previous few months daily sex had been the norm and since leaving Thailand he had had nothing. The last time he jacked off was on the ship, so that now a week on, he began to get the tingling feeling late at night and early in the morning. His dick occasionally began to harden after seeing some beautiful girl and he had time to think of what he would like to do with her. As he was constantly with Tek, and sleeping alongside him too, there was no chance to work out his frustrations into sexual relief.

 

Now he recognised the feelings and need, each day forth they became stronger and his frustration grew with them. His visions of snagging umpteen beautiful girls remained just dreams as it became apparent that this community was very conservative. He never got close enough to one of them to even hint at anything, and likewise he never saw Tek or Taem hint or joke about it either. Finally one afternoon in the hut before they were about to leave for the beach, Simon tried to broach the subject with Tek.

 

Quietly he took hold of Tek so that he knew there was something he wanted to talk about. Then he made the shape of a girls body and then put finger and thumb together and inserted his finger through the hole.  He nudged Tek and gestured around them. Tek was silent for a moment while he digested what he was being asked. Slowly he shook his head no, and explained as best he could that came only after a man and a woman was married and lived together.

 

Simon was disillusioned to say the least but to save something now they were on the subject, he grabbed his dick and gave it a few strokes, then asked Tek if he did the same. Again Tek shook his head and said no, it was a bad thing.  “Shit” thought Simon, they must jack off at least, they can’t be that goody-goody.

 

Now it was Tek’s turn to loose Simon, for he said again, miming jacking his dick, that it was no good. But startling Simon, he pointed to Taem and said something which left Simon baffled. Clearly, they did something about sex but it wasn’t jacking off.

Suddenly the thought hit him that Tek might be saying that he screwed Taem. He put finger to thumb and gestured again inserting a finger going through the hole and pointed questioningly to Taem. But the response made him blush at making such a mistake. “No, no” cried Tek, “not good.”  So, thought Simon, the boys don’t fuck each other, yet they did something. But what?

 

He was baffled and could not understand what Tek was trying to tell him. Tek got frustrated too at not being able to make him understand. He turned to Taem and talked, making him grin and giggle. Tek made it clear that he would show him what he meant. He reached to his bag and took out the small gourd, taking off the cap. Taem came closer still grinning. Tek ran his finger round the interior of the gourd and then pulled around his dick curtain to the side of his hip. He ran the greasy stuff from the gourd over the end of his dick, playing with it to make it stand hard. Then at some signal to Taem, he still grinning, bent over and held to the post of the bed. Tek rubbed some of the grease around his arse hole.

 

Simon was totally embarrassed. First he understood that they don’t fuck each other, now it looked like they were preparing to do just that and right in front of him. Tek moved up behind Taem and put his dick to his arse and pushed. The head entered quickly and without any flinching from Taem.  Although he was embarrassed to watch, he found his dick hardening up nevertheless. What he expected to happen next, did not. He thought Tek would push home and fuck the daylights out of Taem but no. Instead the head of his dick didn’t go further in, yet Tek made quick thrusts, his dick coming out and then going back just the length of the head.

 

Tek explained after a while, putting your dick into a boy like you would with a woman was bad, very bad. Also, playing with yourself was bad. But jerking off into the arse of your friend was okay. Simon thought it bloody ridiculous, it was neither one thing nor another yet clearly they thought him the idiot with not knowing all this or for thinking about fucking a girl or a boy.

 

Minutes later Tek came, cum running out down the back of Taems legs. Then they reversed positions and he watched as Taem did the same to Tek. He noticed that the dick of Taem was actually the bigger of the two once it was hard but the opposite when soft. When they had finished, Tek explained that if you did that, you had to share each other equally. No good for one to do it and not the other. To finish, he asked Simon if he wanted to try, but Simon was totally embarrassed with what he had seen and didn’t want anything to do with screwing boys, or even wanking off his dick into an arse. If he got anymore frustrated, he would say he was going for a shit and disappear into the forest for a jerk off against a tree or something.

 

They took off for the beach and he said no more on the subject. Still, as each day passed, night and morning he could feel himself becoming more and more sexually frustrated.

 

A few days later Tek appeared in a very distressed way.  He explained that some relative was ill and expected to die in the coming days, so that he had to go to his village and be there. Simon immediately became nervous at the thought of his guide and mentor leaving. But Tek went on to say that Taem would take his place and move in, so everything would be alright. Simon heaved a silent sigh of relief even though he found Taem just a little too much on the quiet side after getting used to Tek. Anyway, there was no way he would get in the way of family and he said he understood completely and hoped that the relative would be fine. Tek did not share his optimism though, but thanked him anyway. As soon as Taem arrived, he took off.

 

Chapter 4

 

Apprehensive as he was about having a new chaperone, almost immediately the previous shyness evaporated and he began conversing as much as Tek and equally as good. He realised that he had taken a back seat while Tek was around, deferring to his seniority. Now out of the way, he did more than blossom in his communication skills. Simon quickly realised that he had a sense of humour he identified with and he had to really think about everything he did or said in case he was pulling his leg. Tek while helpful in the extreme was nevertheless a little straight laced compared to Taem. By late afternoon Simon was appreciating the refreshing change brought about by his new mate. Down at the beach in the afternoon he had taken him around all the groups of guys and introduced him. Tek had by comparison, kept him to himself so far. Of course there was little or no way of talking with them, but they were all wonderfully friendly and little jokes came across even so. As if an omen, Simon caught the biggest fish so far, so big they cut it up and shared it around.

 

By nightfall he was feeling tired and very much satisfied with the day and looked forward to sleep. All the fresh air and outdoor living must be doing him good, he mused.

 

The lay on the cot together, Taem was not in need of sleep as much as Simon. Unlike Tek, he leaned his body into his when he wanted to talk. For some reason the closeness and touch of skin against his gave him a hard on. When he thought about it, he wondered if it was more about getting a hardon when he was lying horizontal rather than the touch of another against him. He was thankful of the darkness and turned slightly away so that Taem would not be aware of his predicament.

 

However Taem only spooned up behind and dropped his arm across him. Out of the blue, Taem felt for his cock and went for the head.

 

“No ouch-ouch when cut? No ouch-ouch when big?”

 

Simon a bit put out at Taem finding him hard, repeated that he was a baby when he was cut, and now there was no pain. Taem on the other hand gave no hint of surprise that he was hard when he touched him.  His curiosity kept him playing with the head of his dick between his fingers, trying to see how far the skin would move and feeling the ridge around the end of the foreskin. Simon knew he should brush the hand away, yet he was quickly becoming a slave to the feelings his dick had been generating. It had been a long time since any activity and now Taem was fondling him, it rekindled a forgotten sensation he didn’t want to slip away. Taem might have thought it educational, but he was so obviously intrigued at a circumcised dick that he couldn’t leave it alone.

 

After a couple of minutes he gave a giggle and took hold of Simons hand, pulling it around his back and placing it on his own hard dick.

 

“Simon, Taem, now same-same” he laughed.

 

Simon quickly jerked his hand away but Taem caught him and put it back on the end, placing his fingers so that he could feel the loose skin that was in abundance at his dick end. Curiously, Simon had never previously had any experience of a foreskin apart from visually and his own inquisitiveness allowed Taem to keep his hand there. He rolled the skin between his fingers, noting the softness yet conscious of the hard pole lower down. He tried pulling it away from his dick to see how far it would stretch and then tried to see if he could open it tunnel like. It felt really strange to slip a finger under the skin and over the head of his dick, feel the heat on one side and the pliable smooth silky covering on the other. He could feel Taem’s dick twitching under his scrutiny and he was conscious of his own as hard as steel beneath the continuous touches of his friend.

 

He could only think he had become mesmerized, because too late he realised his loins were tingling like mad. He was going to stop all the touching before it was too late, but suddenly it already was. He shook and convulsed and quickly turned on his back. His dick erupted with an almighty splash all up his stomach, weeks of unused cream gushing out in wonderful release.

 

Taem completely unperturbed gave a sigh of appreciation and then humped into the thigh of his leg. Less than a minute later, he felt him coming all over. They both lay panting for a while, letting the afterglow waft over them. Then he felt Taem’s hand run up his stomach and into his pools of cum, appreciating the volume found. He laughed and said it was “good-good, good-good” and Simon agreed, it was what he had been wanting longer than he cared for. As soon as he recovered his thoughts he was embarrassed about the whole episode but the light heartedness of Taem who continued to enthuse told him that it was all okay, nothing to worry over in the least.

 

Not since arriving on the island had he felt such contentment.

 

………………

 

He had a really good night sleep and when morning began to wake him he didn’t really want to move.  Taem was snuggled up close with his arm over his chest. For some reason he found it comforting and added to the desire to stay where he was. Slowly his wits came together and he remembered the night before and having such a wonderful orgasm. Immediately he was hard again and his loins tingled once more. But he didn’t give way, it was enough to feel so good and for once, it didn’t bother him if Taem saw, which was unlike the embarrassment he felt when with Tek.

 

Despite his good intentions, unwittingly his hand crept down to gently play with himself.  His mind ran through what they had done, playing over the strange and exciting experience of touching and fondling a foreskin. Such a wonder, he couldn’t stop churning it through his mind.

 

As the darkness receded, Taem began stirring. But as his sleep fell away, he snuggled ever closer to Simon till his morning hard on was digging into his thigh. To Simon this only reinforced the thoughts running through his brain and he was in half a mind to slip his hand down to take hold of it and see if it was the same as his memory was telling him.

 

He didn’t know why he did it, but eventually he could not resist just a quick feel. He edged his hand down to his thigh, and then let it slip around till his fingers came upon the hard hot staff that was burning into his leg. Gently he found the foreskin and began rolling it between his fingers and again, he was amazed at the softness and texture he found. He had never given it a moments thought before but he now began to wonder if he would have been better off with one, if only to play with like this! But then again, he told himself it was only because it was something new that his interest was peeked and otherwise it would be of no concern.

 

Drawing him out of his thoughts, he heard Taem give a little whimper and then sigh appreciatively. He humped into his leg and then dropped his hand down to find Simons dick. Simon relinquished his hold and let him investigate once more, the cut head.

 

“Taem?” whispered Simon.

 

“You and Tek, it not hurt?” he squeezed his dick to let him know exactly what he was talking about.

 

Taem giggled, quietly surprised.

 

“No hurt, never hurt. It very good.”

 

After a few moments of silence, he continued.

 

“You want? Me want. Simon and Taem good” he urged.

 

Simon gave a little gasp; he was not suggesting that for a moment. Quickly he snapped.

 

“No, no, me no like”

 

Taem however put in the last word.

 

“It good, you like.” He urged “I like. You like.”

 

They fell to silence once more, but continued to play with each others dick. But the vision of Tek and Taem wanking off or half fucking, what ever they called it out here, stayed with him so that it was all he was thinking of a minute later.

 

As his mind played through the sequence, when he saw Tek finishing and his cum running down Taems legs, he began to cum himself.  Even so he was startled that this should bring him off when at the time it happened he thought it all a bit disgusting.  Not wanting to leave Taem behind, he gave his dick a couple of strokes till he also came over his hand and leg. He felt contented once more and dozed on and off for a while. Then he felt Taem stir, propping himself up on his elbow and lean over. He took hold of his soft dick and examined it closely in the morning light for what seemed an age till he began to harden again. But he now he wanted to pee, so laughing he pushed him off and onto his back, slapping his backside loudly as he rolled over.

 

Laughing they went outside to wash and Taem made sure he was all cleaned up, like he was some kind of valet.

 

This morning he felt really positive, so that after eating a breakfast of fruits and rice porridge, he attacked his writing and ran off reams of notes on what he had observed so far. However, he was careful to omit the warm affection of his friends.

 

As usual they went down to the beach in the afternoon. The place was not large, perhaps around three hundred metres long for the most part. On that there were many boulders, some really big, perhaps upwards of a several hundred tonnes or so. Around each one, using the shade, were groups of youths and young men. They walked the length, stopping for Taem to talk with each in turn. Some of the more daring ones tried to talk with Simon and he did his best to understand and make some understandable reply. He got it wrong mostly, for they laughed a great deal but he felt it was with real warmth and plainly appreciated his efforts.

 

A couple of hours later and they were standing on some low rocks that allowed them to go a little way into the sea. They had thrown the lines out a few times but had yet to get a bite.

 

Taem nudged Simon with his elbow and nodded across the beach. Simon followed his gaze wondering what he should be watching. Two youths were leaving a group and walking towards another large rock. They ambled to the sea side of it away from their friends and chatted. Simon wondered why he should be looking at them, but Taem poked him each time he took is attention away. For some reason he knew what was about to happen.

 

“Same Tek and Taem” he said grinning.

 

Simon still didn’t realise what he was referring too till one of the youths turned to lean against the rock and the other came close behind.  It took a few minutes for them to finish and then they reversed positions.  Simon was shocked to see it out in the open and it amused Taem to see his expression.   

 

But it was only around quarter of an hour later when another two strolled away from the group and repeated the performance.

 

“Everybody?” said Simon gesturing to the whole beach.

 

Taem grinned and swept his arm up and down the beach. “All same-same”

 

“Fucking hells bells, who’d have fucking thought it” he swore, using a strong home accent.

 

“Uh?” asked Taem frowning.

 

Simon smiled, “Nothing. Just learning how the other half lives, that’s all”

 

“Uh?” repeated Taem again.

 

Simon put his arm over his shoulder and gave him hug.

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