This story contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between males primarily over the age of 21. If activity of this nature offends you, why are you here? If you are under age, come back when you've achieved legal consent. If you are a holy-roller looking for sinners to "save", concentrate on your own life and let others live theirs. Any similarity between my characters and anybody else is purely by coincidence. Enjoy the story, and please offer comments to the email address at the end of the chapter.
Paradise Found - Chapter 1
It began in the summer of 1976. I was fresh out of college with a teaching degree and a desire to flee the city where I'd grown up. A chance meeting with a Peace Corps recruiter the previous Spring led to this day in June.
We had a staging in SanFrancisco and a 1-night layover in Honolulu. In the early evening before turning in, although some partied all night, our group of 30 volunteers met the country director for the Trust Territory of the Pacific Islands.
Jack B. made a point of addressing sexual orientation. He emphasized that there was no such thing as homosexuality in the islands. He called upon a volunteer who'd been raised in Hawaii, a native Hawaiian, to reiterate that claim. The young man piped up, "oh yeah; island guys don't do that; they're very macho." He kind of drew in his upper lip into a little sneer as he said the word "macho". When he turned around, I checked out his ass. Nice.
Anyway, we eventually made it to our district of Palau. In current times, it is the Republic of Palau, having chosen independence over being part of the Federated States of Micronesia. It's a real place; google it or try Wikipedia.
Our group of 30 Micronesia volunteers whittled down to 7 by the time we reached our end destination after dropping off the other 23 in various island districts. The oldest in our group was 25; the youngest 22. One weekend we amusingly voted ourselves into the various persona of the Seven Dwarfs. However, this story isn't about our group. This story is about an amazing series of experiences after I arrived at my remote village assignment in a land where there was "no such thing as homosexuality."
I had known from about the age of 12 that I was attracted to guys far more than to girls. In my early teens I realized that 2 specific types easily brought my hormones to a boil: muscular guys and guys with nice tans. In Palau, I had a bounty of both. At the same time, I hadn't yet accepted that I might act on the impulses I had felt for 10 years. It wasn't until I met Kelau that I experienced the mind-blowing experience that is good anal sex. And so many years later, I discovered the uncanny resemblance between Kelau and the African-American model, R.L. Bond.
Kelau was 27 and unmarried. He was athletic, very muscular, nearly the same shade of brown as dark chocolate and with very sharp facial features. His lips! Oh my god, those lips! They were full, sensuous, and forever hungry for my kisses once I gave in to my feelings for him.
We met under odd circumstances. I was walking to my host family's home from school one afternoon and I encountered him on the trail. We nodded at each other before passing close to a clearing. He turned up another path, and I stopped to give him a look as he walked away (okay, I was checking out his butt). Kelau paused about thirty feet away, raised his eyebrows in a "hi there manner" and cupped his crotch. I nearly gave myself whiplash as I turned away and continued towards "home".
"Home" included a natural spring near the edge of the mangroves. The spring was piped into an old oil drum that had a large dipper hanging on the side. This was the shower area. It was a safe distance from the house, and we had designated bathing times. Mine was within 30 minutes of returning from school. It was normally so hot and humid at work, that I gratefully anticipated that cooling afternoon shower at the spring.
On a Friday about 2 months into the school term, I was enjoying my refreshing afternoon treat when I heard a twig snap not far behind me. Since the house was in the opposite direction, and only mangroves were situated behind me, my first thought was, "shit, a saltwater crocodile". I jumped to the opposite side of the water barrel and beheld Kelau in the direction that brought the snapping sound.
"What the hell? What are you doing spying on my naked ass, Kelau?"
He laughed. He laughed even louder as he drew nearer.
"I've been watching you take your afternoon bath for over a month. I know the family is away for the weekend so I figured this was a good time to talk to you."
I eyed him suspiciously as I pulled a towel around myself.
"So what do you want, Kelau?"
"I want to be friends with you, Nick. Could we hang out this weekend while your family is away? I'll show you my place over that hill up the trail. I live alone, so we can always have privacy there."
He arched his eyebrows again as he'd done that first day. How did he know I had a thing for guys? I hadn't done anything in the village to send out any signals to anybody. Maybe I had leered at some fine ass while someone was watching me. I don't know. But here was this smoking hot native guy who was coming on to me while I was standing with a towel loosely wrapped around my waist.
"Sure thing, Kelau. I'd like to get to know you. I don't have any real friends here yet. I go to school, I come home, I eat, I sleep, I go back to school next day. Weekends I scrub my laundry, read and hike around in the hills."
"It's a very hot day. Do you suppose I could use your shower?"
"I'm about finished. You can help yourself while I go back up to the house."
"Or, you could stay and show me how Americans shower."
"What do you mean? Americans shower the same as anybody else. You pour water over your head; you soap up; you rinse off. Very simple."
Kelau kept moving closer until our noses were about six inches apart.
"You could scrub my back and I could do yours."
As he looked into my icy-blue eyes with his deep brown orbs, he unsnapped his shorts and dropped them to the ground. He wore no underwear, as was often the case with these native guys; it had more to do with comfort than economics. Kelau reached down and whipped the towel away from me, all the while holding my gaze.
A slight breeze rustled the palm leaves. The sound of the ocean in the distance had a lulling effect as I kept staring at Kelau's eyes as his body pressed into mine. When I felt his fully erect manhood slide under my package (at about 5'6, he stood 3 inches shorter than me), paranoia struck hard. I jumped back and nearly toppled the water barrel.
"What the fuck? Somebody might see us! I don't want the trouble that would come from being seen and having word pass all around school. You're hot, but I'm not doing anything with you out here in the open."
He smiled and stepped back, taking hold of the dipper.
"Suit yourself. I'll rinse off and then come up to the house afterwards. We can get to know each other in your room up there if that's okay."
"Whatever." I re-wrapped the towel, took my clothes. put on my flip flops and hiked up the trail to the house. My head was exploding from the images of almost doing something sexual out in the open. What if a student had been nearby? What if my host family had decided to come back? What if one of my fellow volunteers had dropped by my village unannounced? What if......what if........but he was smoking hot and I liked the idea that he was attracted to me.
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