I sat there with a rapidly deflating white cock. I realized how white I was full of freckles in my face and they continued largely over my shoulders and upper arms. I hated those freckles. The Indians would always ask me about them and point out every little black speck. In the distance I saw the boys' mother wave at me. I waved back and held my hand on my crotch. I didn't want my cock to go to sleep that soon. Since the boys had come in I had more mosquitoes than before and they stayed back with me. They didn't only bring mosquitoes but also lice. That was if I had them sleeping over. The restlessness was something I had no control over, it ate at me. I`d chew my nails when alone or wank myself a couple of times a day. What to do now? I figured I could fry an egg or make some chocolate milk. That was another consolation against loneliness.
Four months was a long time and very few anthropologists of my generation would put up with it. The Brazilians would rather go and study a tribe in India than coming to live with the Safados. They were hated by most Brazilians and feared at the same time. They had a reputation of being headhunters. I still had my head on my shoulders but I admit that at times I observed their extreme cruelty against animals. The men amongst themselves were not like teddy bears either, but at least they left me in peace.
As I sat in my hammock munching away my egg I saw the sun taking its last light form the sky leaving me in the dark. I rushed to find a few candles and matches or a lighter. As usual it took me a while before I found them in the mess of my back pack.
A little bit of wind blew through windows and blew the candle out again. I twas my last match. Damned, I cursed. Why have I never learned to make fire with stones or or with grass and tree bark? The wind blew harder; it seemed a storm may get its way through the village. I got up and leapt to the doorway to see what was going on. Dust was blowing around and the straw of the huts was being pulled at in so much that I thought it wouldn't last long before the roof would be ripped off. Children ran back in a hurry to their home to find shelter. The old men had sensed it coming and were hiding near the fires in their dwellings. Surely, no boy would come and sleep with me tonight. José and Ricardo didn't come out anymore. I was freezing all of a sudden. Gone was the beach temperature. The wind was howling like a wolf and made me feel scared like a little kid.
I rolled my swimming suit down from my chest to my ankles and stepped out of them.
Where was my torch? Tiptoeing on the earthen floor form the hammock to the card boxes must have been a hilarious sight, but so what? I was alone anyways.
-White Hair! a voice called.
-I turned around and looked at a silhouette in the door way. How could I have forgotten to close the door with so much wind blowing through my home?
It was real dark and I couldn't recognize the man or young man over there.
He was not too tall but his legs were athletically built and his torso was naked. He was wearing shorts like all the Safados.
-White Hair, rima ohki, he spoke
-God, he was one that didn't speak Portuguese.
-Close the door please, I urged him.
I pointed at the door. He looked behind him and pushed it back. That was much better, the cold left my body at once. I still had no clue who he was and I felt very vulnerable.
What did he want? As he neared I could distinguish his body better and the glinting of his eyes that sat deep in his eye sockets.
-Rima okhi, he repeated again and reached out with his had to me. He touched my solar plexus and held it there for a bout five minutes without talking. I was shivering but not from the cold anymore.
- Rima okhi, atato qumala, he went on saying when he had closed his eyes.
His hand was warm and I felt it burning through my skin. Was he a sorcerer?
Now his right hand grabbed my right shoulder and turned me so that my backside would face him. His hand now touched the part between my shoulder blades.
-Rima okhi, atato qumala waranka sutitpi.
I knew what sutitpi' meant: It meant naked. Quamala' was one of their divine spirits they worshipped. I had the strong feeling he was either blessing me or calling a spirit to come and possess me. I discarded this whole shaman bullshit. I didn't believe in it. Why would I? I was an atheist for as long as I have been on this planet. I felt a pain shooting through my spine which made me bend over. I felt I was going to faint and lost my balance. Luckily I could reach out for the mast that stood in the middle of my hut. My stomach was getting upset, acidity nearly made me gag when it reached my throat. I raised my torso and wanted to turn around to see what he was doing. But he held me stiff in place. His hand descended and stayed put at the lower back. The energy that pierced me there was so strong and made me dizzy. I couldn't help it and had to say something:
-Who are you and what are you doing?
-Watankta Qamala. Kuntu yaquiqi woroya ramaroke sutitpi yurua.
No clue what that meant, but I recognized three words again: Quamala:divine spirit, sutitpi: naked and Yurua: why?
Was he asking why I was naked? Or was he asking me to be naked for the spirit? Or ...
-Kriiaqui roya amatikque, he interrupted my thoughts.
Roya' meant penis and amatique' stood for `worship'
Kriaqui? I asked
He turned me around and pointed his finger at him.
Wututu Kriaqui! He barked.
`I, warrior!' Was what he had said.
-Yaque, yaque, I confirmed.
-Wotiya umhutu!
-You apprentice!
I am an apprentice? Did he mean that?
I looked intently at him and I recognized him as one of the converted Safado warrior from the adjacent village. My chief had told me he was an evangelical pastor, the first one in the tribe. He was only sixteen but had a lot of influence and power in the area. The missionaries were afraid of him when they first met him. But now they believed he was an ally in their cause to convert the whole tribe. He was handsome; I could see that now that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. His index finger trailed from my brow over my nose to my lips where they stopped.
-Oroque! -Open up, he ordered.
-Aritimeyq!-More.
My big mouth ached widening that much. The finger rubbed my tongue, scraped some saliva off the surface and left me again the way it had come. Now he opened his mouth and swallowed his own finger.
-Cutique-Tasty!
-Tasty? He liked my spit?
Two hands came back and settled themselves on my shoulders. They send so much of heat through my muscles it made my heart throb faster. I realized I was still naked and he hadn't said anything that pointed out his surprise.
-Wotiya Roya amatique, he said bravely.
-Wututu Roya amatique?
-Me worship penis? Is that what you are saying?
A big smile with an awesome range of sharp white teeth appeared in the darkness. The Safados sharpen their teeth because they don't have knives for meat. They like to rip the meat of the animals or human victims without any tools.
-Yaque, he whispered and pointed at his penis, which was still flaccid.
-Ruquero! Now!
I pulled his shorts down just below his knees. My hands climbed his taut muscled thighs. They were the size of a body builder. They reached the back of his buttocks but didn't dare to get any further. They crawled back caressing his insides and touch his pubes. He had the strangest pubic hair I ever felt, straight and not curly at all. His belly was as smooth as a surfing board and his navel was totally flat and hairless.
-Cutique? (Tasty)
-Yaque, I replied.
I was amazed at my knowledge of Safado in such a short time but I owed this to my little friends with who I played marbles very often. I crouched and put my face against his groin. The pubic hair tickled my nose; his scrotum was full and warm. My lips embraced the shaft of his penis sideways and I moved up to its head. IT WAS GROWING FAST.
-Oyomque utu, eat it, he said.
I kissed the head, poked my tongue into the sticky slit, sniffed up the urine scent and squeezed his balls with the love of a mother squirting milk out of her tit. Sliding up and down the shaft, moistening the dick head of this shaman was more than I could have wished for that night.
-Oyomque croto, eat more, he insisted
His rod was too big for my mouth really and I had to take some air before I could continue. But as he was half my age he was even more impatient and hornier than I.
Nevertheless I went back at work and let my experienced muscle lick his shaft, balls the way he liked it. Of course he sped up his movements and by now he had me pinned down on his massive blowgun by holding my ears and pulling me over his cock, till I felt the pubic hair mingle with my lips and tongue.
Oooogh, oooogh, cutique ruruye (very tasty), he sighed.
He was a master and surely I had to become his apprentice. While I sucked him he had his toes of his right foot trample on my cock which stood straight and erect pointing at my own navel. The darkness protected us from onlookers and we were safe. I imagine that he had first made a prayer to the divine spirit to keep evil spirits and other boys away and probably the energy which I felt in my spine was only to make my juices flow faster. But it was only a guess. His big toe and the toe next to it had my cock between them; he maneuvered his smaller toes to prod my balls. It was extremely arousing. I began to moan as well and maybe I should not have, because I had the impression he got annoyed by it. He stopped briefly and pushed my head away. He lifted his leg out of the shorts and placed it on my head.
Reyeqi- down, he ordered.
Like a dog afraid for the masters' whip I bowed my head down and touched his other foot with my nose.
Ayateq rumor-Don't move, he added.
He came round me and kneeled beside me. His hands pushed my bottom upwards with a few ticks on my gluttons. I got the message. It was shagging time. He bowed to and crawled back behind my ass. My ass was getting all the attention it could bare. He got his face into my crack and buried his nose deep down in it. Then I felt something hot and wet. I couldn't believe it; he was actually licking my puckered hole. I nearly yelled it out of joy. This was a feast for him and me! I wiggled my ass from left to right, and then he pulled at my nut bag with all his might and shook my moneymaker. Soon he had himself really heated up. My thin legs were no match for his beloved rod, neither was my butt hole or cock, but he seemed to like it. My hole was wet enough, sure for him to move in and dig deep, deeper and down into my love hole. He bounced and whizzed his round golden brown jammed up my insides and I moved back and forth with him. The Shaman and apprentice at work! What a pair we made. Just imagine me becoming a shaman and having a go with all my apprentices! He had a way of riding me which I never experienced before. But the more he rode the more I got into a trance. Was it the darkness or what? It was nearly burning inside; it became something like we were becoming one body. The push became a pull and his cock became a giant snake in my body that seemed to want to crawl out of my mouth and escape. His hand reached for my throat and softly stroked it from the collarbones to my chin, over and over again until even that started itching. Then he fired in me, one time, two, three no seven bursts of passion unleashed inside of me. He went on relentlessly with smaller pushes; the giant snake in me wouldn't deflate and felt hard like fat branch of a banyan tree.
-Please leave me now, I begged him.
I loved it dearly but I was out of my mind, I had all these images of monsters and rocks that became howler monkeys threatening me, showing their fangs in disgust. Finally he pulled out, got up and came to talk to me on his knees still. His rod stood like a mast against my mouth.
Oyomque croto (eat more), the shaman said.
He had to be joking!
Oyomque, Oyomque, he shouted.
So I finally obeyed, I was his apprentice after all.
His cock didn't taste my shit, so it was fine and I swallowed it again like hooked on lollypops. The veins on his giant penetrator were so full they could burst any time and leak the blood over my rapacious tongue. But that wasn't going to happen.
-Wotiya sopoq, you good, he whispered and fucked me more.
-Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghghghhghg, he squealed and shot the load in with another four helpings over my tongue into the deep.
It was so tasty; it wasn't like anything I tasted before. Pure honey!! He pulled out, kissed me on my brow and made signs for me to get up and go to sleep in my hammock.
-Rerique osyayeq, Cabello Louro (White hair)-see you again, he whispered.
He pulled one more time at my cock and his and smiled upon which he turned around, picked up his shorts and left the way he had come. I did as he had told and went in to my hammock, closed my eyes. I thought it was the end of our fuck, but once I lay down in my hammock I began to tremble and my legs began to shake and my body's muscles contracted allover. My mouth became so dry and that my tongue stuck to my teeth. The howling screeching monkeys came back and showed me the way to cave somewhere in the Andes. In the distance I saw Machu Picchu. I was still naked; the monkeys bit me in my ankles and went all over me, pushing me into the cave. There a giant snake was awaiting me, something one only could imagine in a Hollywood movie. My head raged and boiled, I froze up and became weak and fragile. I really couldn't remember very much about what I had seen in that trance, the next morning, but I know I hadn't drunk anything of a hallucinogen that night, unless his sperm had done the trick. Could that be, Hallucinogenic sperm??
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