FRICTION FICTION: ISLAND RITUAL by Guy Haskins, In Touch Aug 88

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ISLAND RITUAL

Fiction by Guy Haskins, PhD

(In Touch.141.August.1988)

Little did I know back in 1975 that the handsome foreign student in my
Cultural Anthropology class would one day become king of the Pacific
island nation of Udu-Itu. I remembered Hani-Lapo especially for his
dazzling Polynesian smile, his slender waist, his swimmer's chest, and
his taut buttocks, outlined shamelessly in everything he wore. I
remember as well the playful brilliance of the two papers he submitted
to me, on "Underdeveloped Sexual Attitudes in American Culture," and
"Polynesian Submission amid Fertility Rituals " Needless to say, I gave
him an A+ on each paper.

I had graduated from college at 17 and acquired my Ph. D at 20. Now, at
the age of 26, I had been a college professor for five years. During
that time many of my students at this all-male college had let me know
in ways both subtle and brazen that they found me attractive, but I felt
it better to not get involved with any of these young men, outstandingly
attractive though many of them were — and Hani-lapo was certainly one of
my top two or three in that category. I often thought of him after he
left a year later. I was surprised and pleased to get an invitation from
him to visit his island and observe the rituals he had written about
with such enthusiasm and insight.

Aside from seeing Hani-Lapo again, the chance to visit Udu-Itu was
extremely exciting. The island had achieved independence from the United
States fifty years earlier and had established a very restrictive policy
on visits from non-islanders. Only one or two foreigners were permitted
to visit the island and then only for a period of two days and one
night. The successive rulers had established a policy of self
sufficiency on the island and no "modern" inventions were permitted
other than a single ham radio station to be used in emergencies. This
was the chance of a lifetime!

With the death of Hani-Lapo's father in early 1976, my former student
had succeeded to the palmetto throne. I had had no doubt that he would
be a successful ruler; he could charm the pants off anyone, or so I had
gathered from his campus reputation. I recalled his habit of putting his
arms behind his head as he asked a question in class. He would look
straight at me as he saw my eyes zero in on the moist tufts of his
armpits, and his hand would wander up his thigh. He knew that eventually
I would turn away so that I could concentrate on answering his question
and avoid the mischief in his eyes. I looked forward to seeing those
eyes again, and I hoped to see much more as well — the native Udu-Itu
costume being little more than a shell suspended from a waist string.

The next island rituals were set for the winter solstice, so I flew to
Honolulu in mid-December, changed planes, flew to the nearest island to
Udu-Itu with an airstrip, and then boarded a small catamaran propelled
by four Udu-Itu men, finally arriving at the beach near Pokassa, the
capital of Udu-Itu, just as the winter sun was rising. I was carried
ashore by the boatmen and was there greeted by the new king's brother, a
most charming young man, wearing a brief sarong.

"Let me introduce myself," he said. "I am Hani-Longo, and you are our
honored guest." He presented me with a lei and kissed me on the lips,
one of the pleasant island customs.

Longo, as he preferred to be called, was to be my guide and interpreter.
Taller than his brother, he was nevertheless his equal in grace and
beauty. He devoured me with his eyes, and I reciprocated, guardedly at
first, but more openly in the carriage. He directed the driver to the
only tourist accommodations, a series of beautifully constructed
thatched cabins, furnished with island made tables and chairs — and a
very large bed. Longo accompanied me to my cabin.

"My brother told me your were blond and handsome. It is true," he said
simply as he closed the door behind us.

"Thank you, Longo. You are quite as handsome as your brother."

"I would like to see you naked," he said abruptly.

"Excuse me?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. I had no idea he
would be so direct.

"I would like to see you naked, if it is not too much trouble," he
explained. "It would give me great pleasure. On this island, we love
beauty in every form, and it is a rare chance to see a blond man like
you naked." He tried to make things easy for me. "Here, I will prepare
your bath, then I will leave you to rest, if you like: I know you are
tired from your journey."

"Don't go — may I see you naked as well?"

"Of course," he agreed with a smile. "My brother would count me lacking
in hospitality if I did not grant your every request," a remark that
gave me many interesting ideas.

Instantly, he stripped off his sarong. He kicked the cloth to one side
and stood before me stark naked, proud to display his own body, more
comfortable nude than clothed. He was hairless except for his crotch.
His nipples were dark and large. He fingered them as he stood displaying
himself. His uncircised penis hung thickly, with purple veins and
skin as dark as his nipples. He turned slowly to show me his muscular
ass, also hairless, but slightly lighter in color, as if he had been fed
with milk and coconut meat all of his young life. I was so dazzled I
forgot to complete my undressing, but he reminded me.

"Now you!" he commanded.

I was somewhat embarrassed — I had a hard on in spite of my jet lag —
but I wriggled out of my underwear and presented myself to his eager
eyes. I had been a gymnast in college and a regular gym-goer since, and
I hoped he would be pleased with what he saw.

"We sometimes have more hair than you," I apologized for the thatch on
my chest and the down between my ass cheeks.

"Oh, but it is beautiful." He ran both hands over my ass. "And it is
wonderful to see a blond man such as you excited and fully erect." He
gently ran the fingers of one hand over my penis, while the other
continued to explore my ass crack. I remembered with growing
anticipation that Hani-Lapo had explained in his paper that on Udu-Itu
no distinction was made between the sexes when it came to love making —
all forms of sexual intercourse between and among sexes was considered
good.

Longo took my hands and placed them on his nipples and ass. He took me
in his arms and we embraced, kissing passionately, as he ground his
engorged sex organ into mine. He pushed me onto the bed and we quickly
assumed the sixty-nine position.

He sucked and licked generously, even though I must have smelled quite
ripe after nine hours of travelling. On my part, I inhaled the abundant
fragrance of his thick and uncut cock and kissed it with the reverence I
reserve for beautiful things. He responded immediately.

"Take it in your mouth. Yes, that's it, suck it in and out. Play with
the foreskin, please. Oh, yes! Now lick my balls — I love to have a
blond man lick my balls. Would you do one more thing, please?"

"Gladly. What?" I caught my breath anxiously.

"Would you lick my asshole? I would love to have my asshole licked by a
blond man. I have often beat off with that thought."

Very willing to please this superb young man, I plunged my tongue into
his bronze hole and he let out a low moan as he ground his hips into my
face.

"Oh, yes — deeper," he directed. "Taste me!" Suddenly he shuddered and
began to shoot. I quickly moved my face to his cock and caught the
second load. His cream tasted of yogurt and cubers. He began sucking
furiously on my cock. Within seconds, I came in his mouth. He continued
sucking me dry, licking up every drop. He reversed position and kissed
me so that we mixed each other's sperm in our mouths; then he kissed my
neck before retreating to the pile of his clothing. "You will be perfect
for the ceremony. My brother has chosen well." He dressed, kissed me
again on the forehead, and then left.

His manly perfume lingered in the room — I lifted my fingers to my nose
to smell it. I was reluctant to wash his fragrance away, as I stepped
into the tub. I soaked luxuriously for an hour, wondering what Longo had
meant about the ceremony, but the moments past were too rich to go
unrewarded. I soaped up my cock and got an appropriate response. The
memory of my fingers intimately probing between my recent lover's ass
cheeks and the smell of his hair as he kissed me brought me quickly to
my second orgasm on the island of Udu-Itu. I shot my load in tribute to
the young man who would be my guide through the island rituals, and then
I slept till noon of the following day.

Presents began to arrive just before dinner: baskets of fruit, flowers,
carved wooden heads, a local island liquor; but Longo did not return
until dusk of the following day. He drove a pony cart and wore nothing
but the native costume, a shell covering his private parts — a very
large shell!

"Get in," he said, "and I will explain on the way."

"Where are we going?"

"To the old settlement, the oldest inhabited part of the island. We will
prepare ourselves for the ceremony. All this is quite exhausting for my
brother, you know."

"I suspected as much, since I haven't seen him yet."

"He was afraid to see you because he has been preparing for the
ceremony. It goes on for eight days and he is expected, as the leader of
our people, to keep a hard on continuously. He has had to shun sex for a
whole week in preparation. You would have been a temptation. You
understand?"

"Yes, of course. I understand and am very flattered. Your brother wrote
a paper for me. If I recall, the men go first, right?"

That's right. We will all be naked, or natural if you prefer, and the
trick is to keep a hard on, without shooting, because that would be
disrespectful. But it is also disrespectful to have a limp cock. Can you
manage all that?"

"Why, with all the beautiful young men here, keeping a hard on would
certainly be easy — but what if I do go limp?"

"I will be standing next to you. If you feel you are about to lose your
hard on, you may touch my ass cheeks — even stick your finger inside if
necessary. Do you think that will arouse you again?"

"Yes, just thinking about it now is giving me a boner!" I replied.

"Good. Then it's all set." He smiled and grabbed my cock through the
shorts I was wearing as my only garment.

We arrived at an enclosure of several huts connected by corridors of
woven mats and dried vegetation. Many men and women were gathered round
the entrance of the hut to which Longo led me. The sound of drums was
everywhere, and one could smell the excitement in the air. Longo removed
his shell cod piece as soon as we got inside and two men began applying
coconut oil to his body. At this sight I became hard immediately.

"You too must take off your clothes," he instructed.

"You mean here?" I asked, looking around at all the men and women.

"Yes, of course," he laughed, "they have come here specially to see you.
They see me all the time — I'm nothing new! But I told them all about
you and they have come to see for themselves. Oh, they will want to feel
your erection for themselves. It is part of the custom. You must permit
it." He looked at my hard on, "And you are in exactly the state they
want to see you in!"

I quickly stripped and let the twenty pairs of hands fondle my cock and
balls while applying oil to my entire body. They were fondling Longo
too, not enough to make him shoot, but just enough to keep him hard.
When we were both prepared, he led me through the palm fronds, between
the row of drums into the main hut, which was filled exclusively with
men, all naked and erect.

"At the beginning of the ceremony, my brother is the only one permitted
to hide his nakedness. We all submit ourselves to him first as we are.
Soon he will come in. He will be wearing a loin cloth of animal skin.
After he is seated, I and my cousin will go up to him and expose his
genitals to the people. Then the ceremony will begin."

I watched with professional fascination as the ritual commenced, proud
to be the first non-islander to be permitted to take part in these
rites. In addition, I must admit that I was eager to see my former
student's genitals exposed in such a public setting. I had fantasized
about his body so often that I had no trouble keeping my hard on.

Hani-Lapo entered, wearing the loin cloth and with a magnificent
headdress of feathers on his head, strings of rare shells around his
neck, as all but one drum was hushed. He sat among the palm fronds on a
wide, cushioned bench and permitted his genitals to be exposed by his
brother and cousin. Finally, I saw for the first time his two hairy nuts
nestled between his muscular thighs and the royal prick, half-hard and
peeking its pink head from the darker foreskin. He hadn't changed. He
was as gorgeously handsome as ever but now his face was serious,
conscious of his duty to his people.

Six men entered. They had been chosen, I knew, for their athletic
prowess, their beauty, and the size of their organs. I knew also that
they had been forbidden to have sex since the last full moon, a month
ago. It was impossible to imagine a more beautiful set of virile young
men, each one with a stiff erection standing straight up in the air as
they marched toward their ruler.

Each youth presented food and a cup of water to Hani-Lapo. He sampled
each offering and returned it, but drank all the water. Then he stood
and aimed his now fully hard organ into the ceremonial cup. He pulled on
it several times, just enough to produce some drops of pre- liquid,
which he allowed to drop into the cup and presented it to each of the
men in turn. They each drank and then presented their genitals to the
seated king.

Hani-Lapo took each distended organ into his mouth and sucked. The men
formed a ring, backs together, arms entwined and slowly moved around so
that the king could suck each cock for several minutes before the next
man presented his organ for attention. The king's duty, I knew, was to
bring each man to orgasm and absorb his virility as their king. After
their long abstinence, the men had little trouble in ming after only
two or three circles. One man, however, had difficulty ming and had
to be assisted by his neighbor, who shoved a finger up the dilatory
one's asshole — but he too eventually came as the others had.

Then Hani-Lapo sat back on his bench and spread his legs. Each of the
six went up to kiss the king's balls, thus pledging themselves to serve
him and Udu-Itu. Some of them lingered more than others, and I could see
Hani-Lapo hunch up his ass as they licked his hole, sub-mitting
themselves to him and to the nation. By this time my former pupil had a
raging hard on and must have been longing to release his royal sperm,
but he knew his duty and abstained.

The first six men withdrew and three others were brought in, their hands
behind their backs. I was unfamiliar with this part of the ritual, so I
asked Hani-Longo what was going on.

"These men have been found guilty of rape. In our culture, this is a
very serious crime because sex is so free among us. We cannot understand
why anyone would need to force another into sex, when it is so freely
available from either men or women. Their punishment will fit their
crime," he said as he first fondled my ass and then shoved a finger
inside. I reciprocated.

The three men were forced onto their knees on a low platform, with their
asses up into the air. They were beautiful young men and I knew they
were going to be fucked. That thought and the finger up my ass almost
made me , but I knew that that would be disrespectful, so I closed my
eyes and pulled my finger out of Hani-Longo's tight little tail. He
understood and kissed me, as he too withdrew his finger from my asshole.

The three prisoners were dutifully fucked by each of their guards, who
did it round-robin fashion, pulling out of one and sticking it into
another until each of the guards had come and a cry of triumph went up
from the crowd. The guards seemed understandably enthusiastic over their
duty but, curiously, so did the prisoners over their punishment. I could
see that two of them shot their cream all over the mat below them. They
groaned freely in their pleasure and the king watched it all as an
example of justice being done.

After the prisoners were removed, the king stood up and very
deliberately fondled his genitals in the direction of each side of the
room.

"It is time," my guide said.

"Time for what?" I asked.

"My brother will now choose who is to satisfy him. I think I know who it
will be," he said with a smile, staring at me just as his brother turned
in my direction and discarded his loin cloth.

I realized that I was about to become part of the ceremony.

A shout went up throughout the enclosure. "You must go to him and
perform the submission ritual," Hani-Longo instructed me.

"Which one!"

"Do just as the warriors did, but take your time; everyone will be
watching. This is a great honor and you must be seen to be enjoying it
immensely. People will then begin to leave the enclosure to satisfy
themselves and. each other."

My former student sat down once more on his bench and draped his
muscular legs over the sides. He presented me with his cock, his balls,
and his asshole for the submission ritual. I felt very privileged. I
walked straight up to him, and for the first time he smiled at me with
his eyes. I knelt and smelled the fragrance of his balls as I kissed
them. I licked under and around them and between his thighs and his ball
sac. He was delicious and made it obvious that he appreciated my
attentions. I stuck my tongue deep into his asshole. I could hear him
gasp as he pushed his asshole into my face. I took little bites on the
inside of his ass cheeks, returning to his asshole until he begged me to
take his cock into my mouth.

His penis was fragrant and delicious. The foreskin slid easily over the
head. It was a brown-purple color and concealed a thick pink head which
I took it into my mouth. I sucked on its sleek hardness, and he
struggled to keep from shooting immediately. I held back too, wanting to
enjoy this unparalleled moment, but after fifteen minutes my idol could
wait no longer and he came copiously, with pent-up need. He bucked his
hips so that the crowd would know he had reached climax. A cheer went
up, just as the young king's sperm began dripping from my mouth. He
tasted like coconuts. He smiled at me in angelic satisfaction.

Longo drove me to the tourist compound after the ceremony. As we drove
along he turned to me and said, "Congratulations. Not one person left
the hut before you brought my brother to climax. This is unheard of! You
performed magnificently."

I was pleased but, savoring the memory of the recent event, had little
to say to Longo, who understood perfectly.

Once in my hut, Longo threw off his clothes and lay down on the bed his
tight brown butt raised in the air, an open invitation, compounded by
the smile he gave me over his shoulder.

"Now, you!" he said, "I want you to fuck me. I've always wanted a blond
man with a big dick to leave his sperm in my ass. I think it will be
good luck. Please start with the submission ritual!"

Wantonly, I shoved my head under him and licked his cock and balls. He
was hot and sweaty after all the excitement. I licked all the sweat
around his balls and moved to his tasty asshole. He moaned. I licked it
good and proper, opening it up with my tongue. I wanted to spend a lot
more time kissing and savoring his butt hole but I needed to badly.
So I positioned my cock at his anal entrance and shoved. I entered him
fully all at once; he seemed to like it that way. His eyes closed and
his jaw dropped in an agony of pleasure. Just then, as we were in this
delicate position, his brother, the king, my former student, entered the
room.

"Just in time!" he announced with a smile. Throwing off his loin cloth,
he jumped onto the bed behind me. "I've wanted this for a long time," he
said as he lustily shoved his thick, heavy piece of meat into me and
gave me a — literally — royal fucking!

The three of us screwed in harmony to our hearts' content. We came
together, all at once, in a mess of sweat and . I finally got to
taste my former student's armpits — and, of course, everything else he
had used to tease me back in college.

I now return to the island every winter, where all the natives treat me
with profound respect as the king's most valued advisor as well as best
friend of he and his brother. I was given a large grant to study the
island's culture. Needless to say, I love my field of study.

Oh yes, about those three men punished for rape: there hadn't been a
real case of rape on the island for more than fifty years. The three
youths were volunteers, chosen for their beauty from among the dozens
who offered to take part in this satisfying public atonement for sins
never committed!

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Story is a little incredible, but the whole idea is fantasy, no?