"Island Dream"




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Part 4

It was a ten minute walk through nearly deserted crumbling tarmac roads and then onto well trodden dirt roads before we approached a fairly large group of larger than normal low set buildings. Tean told me that this was the main camp on the island for unmarried men. During the walk he had also told me that other members of the community never entered the camps, it was a strongly held custom that the young men must fend for themselves until married. I asked Tean if he would normally be naked in the main part of the village, thinking he might have stripped there and then as a show for me. He said that it was perfectly acceptable for guys to be naked anywhere on the island, be they unmarried, married or widowed. This was certainly going to be interesting!

As we entered the encampment I felt hundreds of eyes on me. There were guys aged from around 18 to 25 all around me as I walked into the centre of the camp with Tean. My guide spoke three words to those who watched silently and there was a loud cheer in response as dozens of guys whipped their clothes off and threw them unceremoniously into the back of the huts. Within seconds I was surrounded by about sixty naked and hot looking guys. All I could see was bronze skin, flashing teeth and cock everywhere. Yes, it had to happen, I felt my erection growing faster than I think I had ever felt it happen before. Thank the lords of the rain forest I was still wearing my jeans!

Tean convinced the crowd that I needed to get settled down before I was confronted by them all, and the grudgingly dispersed and went back to what they had been doing before I arrived. I was then lead to one of the smaller of the buildings and ushered inside.

The inside of the hut was simple to say the least. There were a number of improvised mattresses laid on the floor with a few sheets and blankets randomly scattered around the place. In one corner was a small pile of what looked like communal clothes and in the opposite corner was a small fireplace with some cooking utensils scattered around it. That was it – nothing else. Moments after stepping inside I was also hit by the smell. It was the unmistakable pungent odor of teenage males. Stale sweat, dirty clothes, and what instantly reminded me of the smell of my office chair seat, the almost sickly sweet smell of bum sweat and dried cum. Throb, throb, throb. There was that hardon back again!

Tean cleared a space beside all the crumpled clothes in corner opposite the door and carefully placed my bags there. He then pointed to a mattress beside it and told me I was welcome to sleep there if I wanted to. This was his room, and he shared it with four other guys, all aged between 18 and 22. I sat on the end of the mattress and smiled at Tean.

“Umm, you mind if I ask you something Mr Williams?”

“Of course not, and please, call me Jim!”

“Ok Jim. I see you are hot and sweating there. Why don’t you take off those clothes now that you are here?”

“Umm, well, thanks for the suggestion, but I don’t think that would be a good idea right now.”

I smiled and nodded hoping he would agree and let it drop. He didn’t.

“What is wrong Jim? Are you cold?”

Tean looked confused and concerned.

“Oh no, it’s just that, well, it would be a bit embarrassing right now, that’s all.”

“What do you mean ‘embarrassing’? What does that mean?”

“Oh, it means I would be ashamed if I took my clothes off right now – I would go red and feel bad.”

Tean still looked confused.

“Why? What is wrong with you? Are you sick?”

“No – I ah, well, I’m not really prepared to be seen yet. Ahh, how do I explain this one!! Well, I guess I have a hardon and I don’t want anyone to see it.”

“Sorry, what is ‘hardon’? I don’t know that word.”

“Oh shit. Umm…”

I looked around, then pointed at my crotch. That wasn’t enough. I pointed at Tean’s dick, then slowly raised a finger until it was pointing up, then pointed at my crotch again. A look of realization dawned on his face and he grinned.

“Ahh, ‘hardon’ I like that word. But it’s ok – I know how to fix that.”

With that he leaned toward me and reached for my jeans button and fly. Before I knew what he was doing he was pulling down both my jeans and my briefs exposing my persistent erection in no time flat. Before I could even utter a word of objection he had wrapped his fist around my cock and was stroking it firmly and I must say, rather expertly. I sat up to push him away and he firmly pushed me back down onto the mattress with his free left hand and cautioned me with his eyes.

“Trust me Jim, this will make it go down.”

Unbelievable! Here I was lying on a dirty old mattress in a communal sleeping hut with no door, being jerked off by an incredibly handsome naked guy I had met less than twenty minutes earlier. It didn’t take me long before I felt that all too familiar gut wrenching tightening that signaled approaching orgasm. I started to say that I was about to come but Tean just nodded and pushed me down again as he continued his expert stroking, making full use of the copious precum I was virtually pissing out.

When I came I know the first shot went well over my head and pinged against the corrugated tin wall. The next half dozen spurts soaked the front of my shirt from my neck down to my navel. I continued coming as he milked me slowly and expertly, creating a sticky pool in my pubic hair and all over his fist. As I lifted my head I saw Tean smiling down at me and wiping his hand clean on the bunched up leg of my jeans. My head flopped back and I lay there panting and smiling.

“There you are Jim. That will help it to go down for a little bit. And now I think you will want to take off those clothes too!”

“Ahh, yeah. Thanks for that Tean! I really don’t know quite what to say. Is that something you would normally do?”

“Oh yes. Normally to myself, but we do help each other a lot too. It is the way it has always been in the camps.”

“So, you weren’t worried someone else would come into the hut and see that?”

“Why would I worry about that Jim? Is this something you wouldn’t do with your friends at home?”

“Well, no, it’s not something that I would do with friends at home. That’s not to say I wouldn’t like to, but it’s not socially acceptable to do stuff like that at home, well, not for straight guys anyway.”

“What is straight guys Jim?”

“Um, straight guys like to have sex with women. Gay guys like to have sex with guys.”

“Oh, ok. Well here most guys are straight then. They like to have sex with women and that’s why they get married. But when we are in the camp we all like to have sex with guys, so we must not be straight until we marry. A few men don’t marry women but keep having sex with each other after the camp. They must stay ‘not straight’.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that one I think. Are you saying that all guys here have sex with each other?”

“Oh yes. It is great fun and good practice for when we get married.”

I sat up nodding as I thought about this. This could be a lot of fun after all! I began to wriggle out of the jeans that were bunched up around my ankles and tossed them with my underwear onto my bag. I then gingerly removed my very cum soaked shirt and held it in my hand wondering for a moment exactly what to do with the sticky mess. Tean leaned forward and grabbed it with his talented right hand and tossed it onto the pile of crumpled clothes in the corner.

“We will wash those one day soon.”

I took off my socks, using one to wipe off the worst of the stickiness in my pubes and threw it into the same pile. I was now stark naked and my cock had returned to a mildly semi-soft state. I looked at the wall behind where I had lain and noticed the wet streak that had dribbled down the tin. I picked up the second sock and leaned over to wipe up the mess with it. Tean grabbed my ankle and pulled me back toward him before I could wipe it down. He laughed and smiled at me.

“Don’t worry about that Jim! Yours is just a fresh layer on the wall. Come, let me show you the camp.”

Continue to part 5

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