(Usual Disclaimers Apply)
I was drunk. How I managed to walk from the club back to the boarding house I'll never know. Maybe I had taken the short-cut through Mongoose Alley. The year was 1965 and I was 23 years old. I was living and working on a tropical island in the South Pacific. I thought I was the only queer there. Being surrounded by island men who were magnificent physical specimens of manhood only made it worse. So, I drank until Seve the barman refused to serve me any more.
The key would not go into the keyhole and fell to the floor.
"Look at the state of you", a voice said. I looked up and it was Nigel the Welshman. He played rugby despite the heat and I fancied him like mad.
Nigel had the room next to mine. He retrieved the key and unlocked the door. Effortlessly, he lifted me up and carried me into the room before gently placing me on the bed. He closed the door.
"What are you doin?" I slurred.
"Taking your clothes off so I can put you in bed".
I was soon naked. The big man rolled me onto my side.
"Why did you get drunk?" he asked.
"Becuz..."
I decided not to tell Nigel about my being the only queer on the island.
He was a big fucker who played rugby.
His hands were fondling my buttocks though. That was a surprise.
"Because you're the only queer on the island", Nigel said softly. "I've heard it all before". There was a pause. "Except you are not. There are a few of us here".
I was in no state to take it in.
"You mean .. ?"
I was lost for words.
"I'll show you what I mean", he said while shucking off his clothes. I had often discretely admired Nigel in the communal showers. He was a well-built young man.
He got into bed and lay behind me, his erect penis was soon lodged in my bum crack.
"Are you up for some fun?" Nigel asked.
"Uh huh", I said.
His finger located my virgin anal opening and penetrated my chute.
"Aaaah ..." I murmured.
Nigel's big feet padded over to a shelf. He found the petroleum jelly I used for wanking. I watched his big erection, poker-like, sticking out from its forest of black curly hairs.
He joined me on the bed again and worked some jelly into my opening.
"Sure you're ready for this ?"
"Yeth!"
His knob found my hole and squeezed into my chute, not stopping until he was fully inside me. It did not hurt at all. This could have been because the alcohol I had consumed acted as an anaesthetic. Also, carrots and other inanimate objects had been used by me in vain attempts to simulate bum sex. But what I had inside me now was Nigel's most precious body-part, a living piece of him which throbbed inside my tight intimate channel. His hot breath fanned the hairs of my neck. Then he began thrusting, slowly at first but then harder, pistoning in and out of my fundament. I was in heaven! All too soon Nigel sighed and I felt his cock spray a copious amount of man-seed into my bowels. He slowly withdrew leaving me feeling empty without him.
Nigel reached under the bed and retrieved the potty. The boarding house toilets were outside. Potties were provided for night use.
"Here", he commanded. "Sit on this".
I was still inebriated so he lifted me onto the potty. I expelled his spunk and then emptied my bladder.
The big man helped me back onto the bed again.
"Did you like that?"
"Very nithe", I mumbled while grinning from ear to ear.
"We will do it again soon", he said. "Now get some sleep".
I was fast asleep before he left the room.
........
The next day my workmates commented favourably on my smile and much happier disposition. I kept thinking about Nigel and what we had done together. I was no longer alone. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off me, My sphincter spasmed a few times, reminding me of Nigel and bum sex. I grinned some more.
After work I decided not to go to the club and went straight back to the boarding house. Then I remembered that Nigel had footy practice on Wednesdays and wouldn't get back until late. It was a bit cooler so I strolled around the colourful garden.
"Greg?"
I looked up and acknowledged Daniel, the son of the boarding house proprietors. He was a bit older than me and was heavily into impregnating native girls, if the paternity suits filed against him at work were anything to go by. He was a toff who usually ignored me.
"I wondered if you might like to witness something for me", the muscular young man asked.
"Well I can witness Wills and stuff but I'm not a solicitor", I warned.
"That's ok", Daniel said and we walked down to a shed at the bottom of the garden. The man opened the door and we went inside.
The shed was larger than it looked from the outside. There were the usual garden implements but my eyes were drawn to a native male who was standing i centre of the shed.
"This is Malachai", Daniel said. I had seen the man before.
"You work in the kitchen?" I asked him. Malachai's eyes lit up and he smiled, displaying impressive teeth.
"Yes", he said. He was about my age.
"Malachai was careless and broke six plates", Daniel explained. "Normally I'd deduct the money from his wages but Malachai has younger brothers and sisters to support so has asked for an alternative penalty".
The big brown man looked down at his feet.
"I attended boarding school in Sydney, Australia", Daniel continued, "And I was caned on my bare buttocks with some regularity. Malachai, like all island youths was also caned. He tells me that these days he chastises his younger brothers the same way. He looked at the islander. "Malachai, you know what to do".
The islander had done this before. He reached up and found a 3 foot length of rattan on a ledge which he handed to Daniel. Then he turned around, removed his cloth sulu and bent over, presenting his superb chocolate coloured buttocks to be thrashed. Also on display was his prominent anus.
Daniel, slowly and with great force, inflicted eight heavy cuts to Malachai's taut, firm mounds of man-flesh. A harsh penalty for breaking crockery, bought at the market for a few pennies. The man sighed after each stroke but then pushed his bottom up, ready to take the next one.
I watched intently as Malachai was thrashed, the ritual reminded me of my own school days. As always, the sights and sounds of the beating gave me an erection. I covered it with my hands.
"Let that be a lesson to you", Daniel said and put the cane back on the ledge.
Malachai seemed not the least bit put out by his thrashing. He even asked me to feel the corrugations left by the cane in the flesh of his twin-orbs. I had a good feel of both his fiery bum-cheeks and pronounced him well-thrashed. Malachai did not even bother to use his big hands to rub the sting out of his tortured flesh. Instead, when he turned around to pick up his sulu the islander was sporting the largest erection I had ever seen. He wrapped the cloth around his middle, covering both his blazing bottom and huge penis. He thanked us both and then left.
"Did you see the size and state of his wedding-tackle? He enjoyed it!" Daniel snorted in disgust. "Right now he'll be looking for a willing arse to fuck". It will be one of my male kitchen-hands". He kicked a stone. "And they'll be fucking on MY time"!
He noticed at the expression on my face.
"Our brown brothers believe arse sex is perfectly acceptable, between unmarried males that is. The mouth is off-limits though because the human head is thought to be sacred".
...........
The next day I saw Malachai. The big brown man acknowledged me by slapping his splendid rump, hard. He grinned before disappearing into the kitchen.
That night I told Nigel all about it. We were lying on his bed, he had already given me a good seeing-to and his cock was still lodged inside my back passage. He'd be ready to go again any minute. Nigel listened to my story.
"Daniel was sounding you out", Nigel said. I bet he'd love to flog a white boy's bottom and watch the red stripes appear. Thrashing brown bums like Malachai's which don't mark much at all must frustrate Daniel terribly".
I pondered the variety of man sex I had discovered on the island - even flagellation was available. Sure, Nigel had taken advantage of me while drunk but I wan't complaining. Similarily, Daniel had taken advantage of his employee by caning him. Malachai did not seem to mind, one little bit. I perversely longed to have the Islander bury his big phallus up my bottom. My thoughts were soon overtaken by Nigel's stiffening manhood. His penis was nowhere near as big as Malachai's but that didn't matter. Soon, I was swept away again by the most amazing carnal sensations. I was in Paradise!
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