It Takes A Village Ch. 4
It Takes A Village
©2024 by Gamin Paramour
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Chapter 4
I know Mura thinks he's doing me a favor when he goes around telling all his little friends that I gave him a magical orgasm. After all, who wouldn't want to be the center of a sexual whirlwind involving almost every preteen boy in the village? It's beyond his understanding that I would feel guilty — since he has no concept of "cheating" — or that I'd be embarrassed that the whole village knew about it.
I do give him credit for one thing, making sure the adults know that the invitation is for hairless youngsters only. I only have to turn down two guys who either didn't get the memo or chose to ignore it.
I make one exception for a freshly-pubertal kid named Otken, who reminds me so strongly of my old friend Josh that I just have to go there.
Otken is firmly in the transitional phase between childhood and adolescence, like an Earth boy at thirteen or fourteen. His voice is high and his pits are bald, his hairless legs are long and shapely and his round ass is creamy smooth.
Also like Josh in early puberty he has only a scraggle of fine, curly hair beginning to fuzz up the underside of his balls while his lovely mons pubis remains utterly pristine. Back then I thought Josh was a bit weird, that boys grow a little tuft above their dicks first, which eventually fills into a triangle on the mons and only then starts on the balls themselves.
Now Jack informs me that there is actually wide variance among boys in the order that these things happen, which he discovered during an exhaustive "study" he conducted among his middle school classmates. He said coming out at twelve gives one great access to boys who are dying to stretch their sexual wings, even if most of them would kick your ass if you told anybody.
So I give it a go with Otken for old times' sake and it really is fun. I enjoy tasting thin, sweet new cum again after all these years, even while it reinforces my resolve not to taste anything more mature than that.
I never fucked Josh so that part is not nostalgic, but it does give me a hint of what it could have been like with my friend. Otken is highly receptive and squeals and cries out in glory when he cums, which is very satisfying for me.
Being with Otken forces me to acknowledge that I probably had it in me all along to go gay or bi. It was simply the road not taken.
"Morning, Cap," Wally says, approaching me on the common. Reflexively I look behind him for the shadow called Mura but the boy isn't there.
"Morning," I say, also dispensing with the "Good."
He jabs with a smile, "What, no preteens lining up for a magic carpet ride today?"
"Nope," I reply. "I think that's pretty much played out. It didn't take long for them to realize that I'm just an ordinary man who's extraordinarily good at fucking."
"Modest too," Wally laughs. "Well it was fun while it lasted, huh?"
"Yeah, I couldn't have taken many more three-a-days anyway. How about you? No Mura this morning?"
"He's spreading himself around too," Wally says, revealing only a tiny hint of bitterness. "He spent the night with two of his little friends in the boys' hut."
He's referring to the large communal hut where boys sleep when they're not sharing with a man. There are at least ten boys in there most nights, and sex certainly ensues, but apparently ten-way orgies are rare.
"I honestly don't mind," Wally insists despite the slightly dyspeptic look on his face. "I've been with both of those kids myself at various times, and at least Mura isn't with a couple of grown men like he sometimes is."
"It's hard to let go of the possessiveness thing, isn't it?" I say. "I'm trying really hard to be cool with it but I still wish Loki was mine and mine alone."
"Even while you're banging every tight little butthole in town?"
"I would rather be his alone," I say.
And I think I actually mean it.
"Well," Wally says, "if ifs and buts were candy and nuts every day would be Christmas."
"OK," I say, looking at him very sideways. "Thanks, Grandpa."
"That's actually where I got that," Wally chuckles. "From my Grandpa."
"Who probably read it in heiroglyphics on a pyramid," I say, and we both laugh.
"So listen, Cap," Wally says, clearly beginning a more serious conversation. "I've been getting some strange vibes from the elders lately so I sat Krimina down for a talk. She's pretty much the elder of the elders. Now that they're used to us and no longer think we're supernatural or anything, it's beginning to stick in their craw that we just kind of party all day, eating their food and fucking our way through the population. Don't misunderstand. They're all in favor of fucking, but they also believe in earning one's keep."
I'm surprised and quite embarrassed. We are educated, highly-accomplished professionals who all worked very very hard to get to where we did in life. They don't entrust a multi-trillion-dollar spacecraft and the hopes of humankind's survival to just anyone. These expedition crews are truly the best of the best. To be called a freeloader is like a punch in the gut.
"It's not so much you, Cap," Wally quickly adds. "You get a pass because you were injured and are just now getting back on your feet. It's Jack and me. We've been here almost two years and never contributed shit, so now it's time to come to Jesus."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Jack is out with a hunting party right now and I'm on my way to the orchard to pick fruit," Wally says.
"Taking advantage of your giraffe-like height?" I tease.
"You've got it. It'll be me and a bunch of women and kids."
"So what can I do?" I ask. "My splints are off but I'm still using the crutch about half the time. I probably wouldn't be much good tryin' to run down a mekluk, or even harvesting crops."
"They know," Wally says. "You're still good on medical leave for now. I just saw you out here and thought I'd bring you up to speed on my way to the orchard."
"Yeah, thanks Wally," I say. "You know, I hate that they think we're schnorrers."
"Wow," he laughs. "Haulin' out the Yiddish, are we?"
I chuckle too. "Growing up our next-door neighbors were Jewish. Heard that stuff all the time."
"It's OK though, Cap. I think I made Krimina understand that we just didn't know what to do, bein' all out of our element and everything. It's enough that we're willing to pitch in now."
"Hey," I say, brightening. "Wouldn't the three of us be more valuable bringing some of the 22nd century to this place? We can show them how to irrigate their fields and make longbows and arrows with iron arrowheads… soap from rendered animal fat and wood ash… Stuff like that."
"That's a pretty cool idea Cap," he says with a smile. "I would love some soap. Bathing in the creek is better than nothing but soap would definitely be a plus."
"So do you guys know how to do any of those things?" I ask. "I think I could figure out irrigation, maybe build a water wheel or something."
"My expertise is in electronics, which doesn't seem very useful here."
"You contribute a ton just being a translator," I point out.
"Which helps us, but not the villagers so much," Wally says. "Jack mentioned once that he did some leather tanning when he was in the Boy Scouts, but that was with commercially-available chemicals. Dunno if he can do that here. He's a navigator, so he could certainly draw up maps for them."
"What for? They never get more than a day's walk from the village, and the hunters probably have that area memorized."
"I don't know," Wally says. "Just thinking out loud. Let's have a pow-wow tonight, the three of us, and see what we come up with."
"OK," I say. "Go gather fruit, and maybe gather some boys too."
Wally laughs as he walks away, throwing back over his shoulder, "You've come a long way, Cap."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Come on!" I urge in uncertain Villagese. "Rain soon! Must finish!"
We've taken to calling their language Villagese since they have no word for it. They do have a word for English, coined only since Earth men showed up in their world. Wally says it translates as, "nonsense."
I'm trying to direct the work crew with what little I've picked up in my three months in the village. The rainy season is fast upon us and it is essential that we get this sluice gate operational before then.
"No, no, Zhukat," I say in English.
He's heard the word "no" often enough in working with me for the past two weeks, and in any case he must certainly get my tone.
"The way not this," I try in his language, hoping the words mean what I intend while gesturing with both hands.
I re-draw the line in the dirt that I have drawn several times before, indicating that the channel he is digging should come off of the main channel at a 45-degree angle.
He smiles apologetically and — I think — says, "Zhukat is sorry, Cap. Zhukat will try harder."
You can't fault these people for their attitude. Once the elders gave their blessing the villagers fully embraced the weird plans of the mysterious strangers, even though it's painfully clear they have no fucking clue what we're trying to do.
It's like explaining ion propulsion to my grandmother.
It's even more complicated now that my simple irrigation idea has grown into a full-on flood control project. I spent my first and only rainy season on this planet in the dense jungle on high ground, unaware that there even was a village, much less that it gets inundated every summer. I'm told that some years it's so bad they are forced to evacuate, leaving behind their ruined crops and the smashed and sodden infrastructure of their lives.
Turns out thatch huts don't stand up well to floodwaters.
Still the villagers always come back as soon as the water recedes, but that's not as stupid as it sounds.
After centuries of nomadic wandering the tribe stumbled upon this place and saw how perfectly suited it is for a permanent village. The creek provides plenty of fresh drinking water and also renders the land on both sides flat and fertile for farming. There is a wild orchard producing more than enough fruit for the population, and nearby there's a huge hunting ground with plenty of game and few predators dangerous to humans.
Most of the year the creek burbles gently over its rocky bed, keeping the water aerated and the algae to a minimum. On our leeward side of the mountain it doesn't rain like it does on the windward side so most years it's manageable even in the rainy season when the creek swells to four times its normal width. In bad years however the deluge pretty much washes the village away.
Even with that the pros of this location far outweigh the cons, and so the people return and rebuild.
As soon as I could physically manage it Wally, Jack and I spent a week reconnoitering upstream in the foothills. Of course we brought along our beloved bed-warmers, Loki, Mura and Tooku. By then we were so comfortable with public sex that we all banged our brains out every night side-by-side around the campfire.
On the third day we found what we were looking for: a major fork in the mountain stream, where the rocky slope forms a natural funnel that sends our gentle creek toward the village while the bulk of the water continues on a steeper path toward the sea.
With no written language the locals have no need for paper or writing instruments, so Jack couldn't physically map the area, but his navigator's brain naturally perceived a perfect 3-D model. Jack studied the lay of the land for a day and then described exactly what we had to do in order to divert the annual quadruple volume of runoff water. This involved digging out a bunch of the rocks and replacing them with strategically-positioned wooden dams, sluices and gates, augmenting and refining the natural shape of the terrain and providing a means of control.
Of course a human will have to hike up here to manually close the gates every year when the rains begin, and then again to reopen them after the flooding season. The wooden structures will require frequent repairs and full replacement every few years as well, but that's a lot less work than rebuilding the whole village.
Now Loki and I are here with a crew of six strapping village men, two of whom have also brought their little boyfriends while the other four are fluidly sexual with each other. Of course everyone is naked all day every day, the kids and I slathered with mud to prevent sunburn while the men rely on their deep perpetual tans.
The boys gather firewood and fruit and trap small game all day while the men work. They do most of the cooking and all of the cleanup, plus keep the guys' dicks happy in the evenings.
Other than the twelve hours a day of backbreaking labor it's a pretty fun camping trip.
It's a particularly hot day and by late afternoon everybody is really dragging their ass. Just downhill along the main stream — the bigger, faster fork that goes to the sea — there is a place where the foothill flattens out for a few hundred yards. A fifteen-foot waterfall rushes over a small outcropping into a natural pool before cascading over again and continuing down the hill. I make the executive decision to wrap up work an hour early and lead everyone down there for a swim.
It's a real morale-booster and I'm immediately glad I did it. The kids splash and play with abandon while the men luxuriate and soak off the day's filth.
One of the boys, Nahlo, is a tad older than Loki at about the Earth equivalent of twelve and quite a bold little guy. He climbs to the top of the waterfall and with a high-pitched shriek throws himself off. I'm scared for a moment because the pool is only waist-deep where I'm standing but apparently it's deeper under the waterfall because Nahlo comes up grinning.
The other two boys quickly follow suit, scrambling up the hill and off the waterfall over and over, screeching joyously. I very much enjoy their unbounded glee and their beautiful wet bodies glistening in the sun.
Nahlo is especially fit because of all the exercise he gets. One of the reasons he was selected for this crew is that he goes along on hunting expeditions with the older men, learning the ways of group hunting. Until he's strong enough to wield a spear he serves as a beater.
Two boys or young teens walk far out in advance of the group, frightening a mekluk or a brachus or some other large game animal and chasing it back toward the hunters, where the spear-throwers can intercept it. Since five animals get away for every one they kill these boys often run their asses off the entire damn day.
The hunters have also taught Nahlo to set snares for small game, which is the skill our group finds most valuable. We're eating a lot of nukklam, which is the rabbit-like critter that damn near killed me, and foozet, which reminds me of a squirrel. If you ask me there's not enough meat on a foozet to bother with, but if the little fucker goes and gets himself snared I guess we might as well eat him.
Nahlo wades to the side of the pool near me and climbs out, standing still in the bright sun about six feet away. Like an actor in a spotlight I can perfectly see every detail of him.
He's quite the little Adonis, muscular and taut yet still very boyish. My eyes roam over him — because how could they not? — and I am pleased to find not even a single body hair.
One second later I am shocked when his shrively little thing begins to inflate, and holy shit, does it inflate! Talk about a grower, in ten seconds it's straining up his flat belly in full erection, easily five inches of thicker-than-my-thumb boycock.
Nahlo smiles down at me, fully aware of my fascination. I think he's quite used to men reacting this way, and quite happy with it. My Loki wades over with a naughty grin.
"Nahlo have big cock, yes Cap?" he says in English.
I return an embarrassed smile, but I can't help looking back up to Nahlo's throbbing beauty. Somehow it's harder than it was five seconds ago.
"Cap suck good, Nahlo!" Loki says in his language. "You want suck?"
Nahlo looks straight into my eyes. He knows I'm on the hook.
"Nahlo always want suck," he says in all seriousness.
Somehow it sounds even sexier in Villagese.
"Cap like young?" the boy asks. "Nahlo like old. Big cock, much juice."
At this point I've got a bigger hard-on than I did on Prom night when Jennifer Henderson finally gave it up for me. She told me it was her first time but it turned out that at least six guys got her "first time" that year.
I didn't care. I was seventeen and would have fucked a knothole in a tree.
I notice the entire crew drifting toward us and it hits me that Nahlo and I are tonight's featured performers. Shit, there isn't even a warm-up act! Still, that beautiful hairless cock beckons to me and I can't deny that I want it.
"Shade there, Cap!" Loki says, pointing to a big evergreen tree that is throwing a nice shadow on the grass. I climb out of the pool and start that way, my aching rod pointing the way. Nahlo slips his small hand into mine and falls into step, smiling sweetly, which melts me a little.
The third youngster runs up all excited, a smaller boy of Earth-nine or so named Sahn. His arms are full of little fuzzy fruit I've never seen before. They look kind of like purple kiwis, and I wonder whatever gave him the idea we might be hungry at this particular moment. To my surprise everyone breaks out in smiles and joyous exclamations.
Loki sees my confusion and explains, "Washa nut, Cap! Loki show you."
Apparently it's a nut and not a fruit. Loki grabs one from Sahn and looks around the ground for a moment, coming up with a round rock and a flat rock. He squats down and places the flat rock on the ground with the washa on top. He takes the round rock and sharply strikes the nut, cracking it neatly into two halves. The shells roll apart and I instantly recognize the white goo inside.
"Lube!" I cry, looking around at the others with delighted surprise, and they all nod and grin at my Christmas morning reaction. Hands reach in to grab washa nuts from Sahn and guys begin smashing them with whatever tools they can find. Everyone pairs off and suddenly the party is in full swing.
Zhukat takes my Loki by the hand and settles into the grass with him a few feet away. I should have guessed he would; I'm with his boy so he would naturally take up with mine. Loki is smiling and kissing him so I relax. As long as it's mutual it's OK with me.
Well, maybe I'm not 100% OK watching my boy go off with another man but it would be utterly hypocritical if I complained. Besides, I really am getting used to how things work in this place.
Nahlo tugs my hand and I follow him to the shady spot. He's smiling happily and I know this is going to be great. He has half a washa nut in his other hand and I get a little extra excited to think that after I suck him to a nice dry orgasm he wants me to fuck his gorgeous little ass until he doesn't remember his name.
We're barely settled in the grass before his sweet, soft lips are pressed tightly against mine. He kisses me aggressively and immediately grabs my cock. I grab his too and am impressed anew at its size and strength. He's really big and hard for a boy, and I sense his earthy power. Nahlo is extremely sexual and I can't help but respond.
The boy reclines to the grass, pulling me on top of him. I grind my cock against his and we kiss ever more passionately. He moans loudly and pushes my head downward. I assume he's impatient for the BJ, but instead he offers me one of his big, tack-sharp nipples.
I'm delighted for the detour and I begin to strongly lick and suck. I pinch the other excited nipple between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting another loud moan.
Nahlo gasps something in his language that I think means, "Harder!" and I throw myself into his nipple stimulation. I suck and bite — not gently either — and I twist his other nip until I think it must hurt. He moans even louder and humps his granite dick up against me. After a minute I feel his hands on my head again, pushing down.
"Suck, Cap!" he implores, and I certainly know this native word from many lovely sessions with Loki. I slide down his body straight to the long, stiff object of my fascination and hurriedly engulf the head.
Oh my God it's glorious! Nahlo's young cock is supremely hard and practically buzzing with excitement. Its power is undeniable and I work him like I'm obsessed. Soon my head is bobbing the full length of that magnificent hairless member, my fingers gently massaging his tight bald nuts and the incredibly soft backside of his scrotum. Nahlo lets out a groan I'm sure everyone can hear and begins to hump up to my face.
I've never had a five-inch cock buried in my mouth before, the largest of my middle school friends measuring barely four. The head pokes into my throat just a tiny bit and I thrill to it. I try to sense everything at once — the taste, the smell, the feel of his skin — and it is nearly overwhelming.
Nahlo grabs my head tightly and bucks up, jamming his beautiful cockhead deeper into my throat. I feel his dick throb along its entire length as his muscles clench and he gives a loud ecstatic cry. He pulses and clenches for a long time until with a deep sigh he falls back.
We lie there a minute not moving, his still-bony erection all the way in my mouth. I thought I would hold it until it softened but now it's clear that it's not going to, so I hold it some more.
"You now, Cap," he says with a fond smile. I see the desire in his eyes and I know he wants to please me. Who am I to deny him that pleasure?
I roll onto my back and Nahlo immediately rolls on top of me. We kiss like before with just as much heat, and after a brief stop at my nipples he slides down and slurps my cockhead into his mouth. He's good, as I knew he would be, and I am sure this foreplay will soon have me rock-hard for his tight, muscular ass.
As if I wasn't rock-hard already.
He gives passionate, inventive head and I come close to blowing my load more than once. He expertly pulls me back from the brink each time and I know I am in the presence of a sexual savant.
He plays with my balls while he sucks and traces his small fingertips back across my perineum, further and further until he lightly tickles my asshole. This is not entirely new to me; Josh used to do it on occasion and a college girlfriend as well, so I relax and try to enjoy it. He seems to enjoy doing it and there's something about this kid that makes me want to give him what he desires.
I'm quite getting into the tickling when suddenly it feels different. Nahlo's fingers are cool and slick, and I register that he is applying lube to my hole. Oddly I don't panic at the realization that this boy intends to finger me. The rational part of me knows that a pre-teen's fingers are short and slim, unlikely to hurt me even in my most tender and unused spot, but there's something else, something that is not rational but much more powerful.
Nahlo wants to do this and I want to please Nahlo so I will allow it, but it's even more than that. Somehow I know that with this kid in charge it will be amazing and intensely satisfying sex. I absolutely crave it.
"Feshun," I say and he smiles up at me with twinkling eyes while still working my dick with his talented mouth. His slim finger sharply pierces me, fierce and exciting, and I feel completely full. I'm certainly not full, but after all, perception is reality.
Nahlo fingers me firmly and steadily and I am astounded at how much I enjoy it. His finger stretched my hole ever so slightly upon entry but now it glides easily and comfortably in and out, while his soft lips and tongue continue to pleasure my cock.
His finger withdraws and I begin to protest, but then my mouth stays open in a soft gasp as two fingers now push inside. Again I am slightly stretched but I don't stop him.
I don't want to stop him.
Soon I am rewarded with deep probing and expert cocksucking unlike anything I've ever felt. It goes on a long time and I'm close to cumming when Nahlo backs away, abandoning both my cock and my asshole.
I shoot a disappointed look into his intense eyes but his gaze has me transfixed. I realize that he is fully in control and I like it.
He pulls my legs upward and I know what he wants. He couldn't lift them without my cooperation but I have surrendered myself fully to his sexual magnetism. I roll myself up until my knees are above my chest and I've never felt so open and vulnerable, but also so excited.
Nahlo positions himself and easily finds my hole with the blunt tip of his sturdy young tool. Our eyes lock as he pushes forward, and for the first time in my life a penis enters me. It is thrilling beyond belief and I don't resist at all. He pauses, then pushes in another inch.
Pause. Another inch. Pause.
Then in to the hilt.
"Oh my God," I softly sigh as Nahlo settles himself fully within me. I'm surprised that it doesn't hurt, probably because it's so slim. What I feel more than anything is full, and it's a delightful fullness such as I've never felt before. There's something else too, something hugely satisfying that I can't put my finger on, but it's wonderful too.
The physical sensation is amazing, this hot, hard tube of actual human flesh throbbing and pulsing in my very core, but it's the mental and emotional aspect that overwhelms me now. Two concepts battle for supremacy in my brain:
I can't believe I've allowed this to happen, and I also can't believe I waited so long for something so wonderful.
Nahlo begins to move and my time for reflection is over. His cock is arrow-straight and slides in and out of me like a well-oiled piston.
I guess he senses that I don't need him to start slowly. Right from the start he pulls it back to the glans ridge and slides it firmly back home, his soft skin impacting me in an electrifying rhythm. I've always loved the slap slap slap but this time I'm not the one doing the slapping.
He pushes my legs back some more until my knees are almost to my shoulders. I go with it and immediately relish the new angle and the better leverage. Nahlo can really slam into me now, and believe me he does. I wish his nuts were looser because I would love to feel them swinging against me like mine swing against Loki.
He has never broken our intense stare since the second he entered me. I am entranced by the steely intent behind those brown eyes, and I couldn't break away if I tried. Nahlo fucks me deeply and steadily and I feel the heat rising in both of us.
"Tay so engee!" he cries urgently, the first blip in our nonverbal communication. I haven't the foggiest notion what it means but he's begging me to do something and I truly want to comply. I see intense longing in his face and he repeats, "Tay so engee, Cap!"
I remember how he loves nipple play and I decide that's worth a shot. I reach up and take both sharp nips between my thumbs and forefingers and pinch.
"Ahhh!" the boy cries in almost the same high-pitched shriek as when he jumped off the waterfall. "Tay, Cap! Tay!"
I pinch and twist both nipples like I'm trying to tear them off and Nahlo's face contorts into a grimace of pleasure and pain. He fucks me harder and faster, his eyes boring into mine and transmitting his rapture straight into my brain.
Somewhere inside of me, behind my balls it seems, an intense feeling blooms and strengthens with every thrust. Something's happening unlike anything I've ever felt and somehow I know it's going to be great.
"Ahhh!" Nahlo cries again in full, shouting voice. He buries his cock in me and I feel the most extraordinary thing, the throbbing spasms of his magnificent young cock trying desperately to shoot the cum that isn't there. He pulses and quakes and suddenly I am over the edge too.
My guts contract and my asshole clenches around his dick as hot jizz erupts all over my own chest and stomach. I've shot on myself a million times since I was thirteen but it has never been this intense, never so many surges and never so much volume. I am covered with it and I can't imagine a better ending.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Nahlo sleeps with Loki and me for the rest of the trip. Zhukat is good-natured about it and hooks up with little Sahn and his man-friend, a really good-looking, muscular guy named Peetro.
Of course I call him Pete.
When I ask Sahn if he's OK with it he grins and happily declares, "All men like Sahn! Sex me good!"
The highlight of my nights with the boys is when, at Nahlo's suggestion, we make a Nahlo sandwich in a lovely double-spoon, Nahlo fucking Loki on his side while I fuck Nahlo. We agree going in to take it very slow and really relish it, and it works in spades as Nahlo has two orgasms and Loki has three before I get mine.
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