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 Art by Michael Kirwan    Story by Mickey Skee   

 

 

— Previously published in Playguy magazine - May, 1991 —

 

— Sex secrets of horny jungle boys! —

 

As a sociologist, I am trained to learn how to assimilate into many different cultures, but I must admit no scientific training could ever have prepared me for the in-depth assimilating I had to do with the Bataki tribe along the Banjabaruba River on the Island of Borneo.

It wasn't long ago that this tribe considered white meat a delicacy, but I was assured by my guides that cannibalism stopped years ago. Some ancient customs--much to my delight--remained.

This is a tribe that spends most of its time naked. The women of this short, milky-brown tribe wear nothing to cover their breasts and only a little cloth around their bottom. The men cover only their testicles and the shaft of their penises with a fuzzy type of leaf called injara.

The Bataki are not a tribe of modesty. When a giant blond white stranger like myself intruded on their village, they were intrigued and perplexed about me. The tribal leader, a muscular man named Setset, asked me why I wore so much covering on my body. I had no good answer.

When I snuck away to the river to take a swim or bathe myself, I found that much of the tribe followed me to watch. The men, in particular, were openly curious about me. They had no hair on their bodies, except their heads and very few wisps of pubic hair, which they usually braided. The men wanted to touch the blond hairs on my legs and arms and wondered if I had blond hairs all over. Since I am only thirty years old, and look a bit younger, I enjoyed all the attention.

Setset also said the tribal men were interested in the length of my "oolong," or cock, because I was such a tall man.

As they stood around me while I bathed one day, the men did not seem disappointed as they stared and pointed at my oolong.

Although their smooth bodies often had oolongs longer than my eight inches, theirs were not as thick as mine. Their gazing and intense interest in my nakedness made my heart beat a little faster and made my cock get half-hard. I pretended nothing was wrong and that I was normally in this state of semi-erectness while unclothed.

I noticed a few of the handsome men holding the tips of their oolongs through their injara leaves as they watched me. Some of the older boys, about eighteen to twenty years old, were completely naked. They were very well-developed, muscular youths with long uncircumcised cocks, and were staring at me with keen interest. Some of them stood there unabashedly with majestic hard-ons. I pretended to remain interested only as a scientist. But those mocha-colored lusty rods had my mouth watering.

I asked Setset why the young males were not wearing their fuzzy injara leaves, since it was obvious that their boy-bananas had ripened to perfection.

"The boys are not yet men, so they aren't yet permitted to wear the injara but as you can tell, they are becoming very nice examples of manhood," Setset said. I looked at some of the longer oolongs on the young studs and couldn't agree more.

"They will become men very soon in an ancient tribal custom of ours that the men of the village perform in a very special ritual," the chief explained. "It is a secret ritual for the coming of age of the boys in our village. We have tried to decide if you would be welcomed to join in our ritual tomorrow night, and we have agreed that you shall."

As I splashed water on my own cock, which stiffened somewhat with anticipation, I said, "I am honored, but I hope I have everything I would need for such an occasion."

"You are equipped with everything you will need," Setset said, looking down at the hand that covered my nakedness.

When I awoke the next morning, the women of the village had already been sent away for the rest of the day and night and the men began gathering berries of all sorts and crushing them into dyes and powders. Oils and ointments were being prepared and I assumed they were sexual potions. No one would speak to me, or explain what was happening.

I was dressed in my tight blue Speedo underwear, without a shirt. I was almost embarrassed that I wore any clothing, seeing how uncomfortable it made the tribesmen, but I felt practically naked as it was.

I joined some of the young men in collecting firewood for the night ceremonies and found myself alone with one of the taller youths named Lik-lik, who was eighteen. He had a smooth, slender body, and as we walked our shoulders brushed together. I looked longingly at the naked youth and watched his oolong dangle happily between his legs. Sometimes he would pull a fuzzy leaf off a bush and rub it on his shoulder, or under the shaft of his oolong. His oolong would stiffen with the sensation and he would smile.

It was nice to see how free and completely unashamed this tribe was about their natural bodily responses. As I bent down to pick up some wood, Lik-lik reached over and gently put his hand at the top of the crack of my buttocks, which was showing above my underwear. I let him explore a bit as his finger lingered down the crack below the elastic of my underwear. When I stood up, he pulled his hand away.

He bravely took my hand and put it on the center of his well-formed chest. His skin felt velvety soft. I squeezed his nipples lightly. His oolong sprang to attention, a full ten inches. Its uncircumcised skin brushed against the hairs of my leg. Lik-lik touched the outline of my hardening cock inside my too-tight briefs. He lightly spread the wet spot of liquid that oozed out of me and soaked through my underwear. This touching and teasing went on for several minutes. Then, we continued our work as if nothing happened.

As the sun was going down, large bonfires were lit and all the men were smoking the potent jinjam plant. I don't know the chemical properties of this aphrodisiac, but my head was swirling as Setset and some of the men led me to an area where everyone was being painted. I felt my shorts being slipped off me. Fingers spread sticky dyes across my chest, back, face and butt. It was a cool, sensual feeling having the strong hands painting my body.

Then, I felt a bowl held up between my legs. My cock and balls were dunked in a purplish liquid, and a few hands rubbed the liquid to all corners of my private parts. My cock became a bright blue color. The liquid tingled and felt warm, and a strange sensation came over my balls.

The men then gathered to dance. The young studs who were to become men that night stood in the middle of the circle and massaged their oolongs. All of the boys got their oolongs hardened and then stood in a line where Setset was ready to inspect their equipment.

One by one, after each of the boys worked up a solid erection, they lined up and thrust forward their hips. Chief Setset handled the hard-ons quite professionally, testing their thickness, length and width and occasionally poking a stiff finger into a virgin bunghole. After each inspection, the older men cheered and the drums grew louder. Lik-lik was the last one to be inspected and afterward was given a pipe with jinjam to smoke.

Then, the place exploded in a series of wild drum beating and chanting. Setset shouted that the boys were now going to have their new manhood fulfilled. They were going to become fruitful and have children. But first, they would have to be filled with enough seed in order to have children. This was the most secret and sacred part of the ceremony.

Each boy was to pick a man to begin his "seeding." I was curious to know what that meant--as a scientist, of course.

A thin, tender youth chose the muscular frame of Setset and went to the center of the circle. The youth bent over and touched the ground as Setset took some green gooey oils and rubbed it into the quivering rosebud.

Then Setset drove his oolong into the young man as they both moaned out loud. The youth seemed to wince and squirm. Setset was smiling. Setset shoved his long rod in and out furiously as he rode the slender male like a wild horse, pushing him around the circle. The chief kept jerking his rock-hard oolong in and out of the whimpering youth's ass.

Then another youth chose a long-dicked stud, took him to the center of the circle and knelt in front of the man's painted prick. The older stud was already very much erect after watching Setset. The kneeling youth began licking and kissing, starting with the large meaty balls, then around the thick base of the purple-painted prong, then underneath.

The young native took the head of the oolong in his mouth as the stud crossed his arms and smiled while he watched. The whole organ slipped between the youth's lips. Within minutes the man started bucking his hips and he pulled the boy's head even closer to his crotch. White liquid oozed out of the sides of the initiate's mouth as he licked his lips and swallowed the man's cum.

One by one, the newly initiated youths took men into the circle to suck or be fucked. I tried hiding my growing cock but it didn't seem to matter. Everyone's colorful cock was sticking straight up toward the action in the circle.

Suddenly, I felt a tug. Lik-lik had chosen me to go into the circle with him. I was flattered, but a little frightened that if I participated I would be breaking the ethical rules of a sociologist in my observations of this culture. But, after another tug of my cock, I didn't seem to care.

Lik-lik spread the gooey green oil on my blue-colored cock. I realized that this substance was not only a great lubricant, but tasty, too. The youth sucked on my bobbing blue throbbing dick, licking my balls and tonguing my ass expertly. The crowd was cheering us on.

The beating of the drums and the powerful sucking motions by Lik-lik were making my balls tingle too fast and I was disturbed to feel myself about ready to burst into an orgasm so quickly. I didn't want the fun to end too fast--but I needn't have worried.

Gobs of my cum squirted into Lik-lik's face and he licked it all up and sucked my cock like a water hose, tonguing every last drop from my cock-hole.

"Now fill the other side," Lik-lik said.

I was astounded as he leaned over, exposing his welcoming painted ass, already sticky with oil. He expected me to fuck him. I thought I was spent after that expert sucking job had given me a tremendous orgasm.

But Setset stuck a pipe with jinjam in my face, and I was ready to do anything. I soon realized this herb was a most remarkable aphrodisiac which could stimulate even the most sleepy schlong.

I was hard again in an instant and I pushed myself onto the sleek brown body which was aching to get stuffed with dick. The oil helped me glide smoothly between his soft cheeks. I could feel Lik-lik shudder as I grabbed his shoulders and pushed his whole body toward my throbbing dick. Lik-lik moaned, but it wasn't with pain.

 

 

























 

 

I grabbed his taut stomach and picked him up and walked around the circle, as the other men were doing. The boys were skewered in the ass by the men's large oolongs. The young firm hunks squirmed and shouted as the traditional walking around the circle pushed the men's cocks deeper inside of their tender holes.

I exploded in another tremendous orgasm, but I seemed to get immediately hard again.

Another youth wanted me to inseminate him with my seed. I began to understand the ritual. I even became good at it. The youths were somehow going to become more and more potent as they gathered other men's semen into their bodies by sucking and being fucked. Then they would be able to use their own semen to have children, Setset explained to me.

It wasn't a philosophy I was about to dispute at the time. Nearly every man fucked every boy who was becoming a man that night. I know that I fucked or was sucked at least a dozen times and had no idea where all my sperm was coming from. By the time the sun started coming up, I couldn't cum any more.

Setset slapped me on the rear-end and told me I did very well in the ceremonies. Lik-lik, his jaw aching from a night of cock-sucking, and crouched over because of a sore ass, put his arms around me and thanked me for initiating him. He then reached down and grabbed my softening cock and rubbed the head until he worked up a dab of cum on his finger.

"You will always be with me," Lik-lik said, popping the finger in his mouth.

I slept most of the next day and when I awoke, the women were back in the village and the men were wearing leaves once again. This time, Lik-lik was also wearing a leaf. He introduced me to his new bride, a young maiden with a very flat chest whose body looked much like Lik-lik's except for what was behind the injara leaf. I wished them well.

I packed up and left the next day, giving my thanks to Setset and the whole tribe. It was an experience I would never forget.

A year later, a handsome young sociologist who was particularly interested in my story about this unusual tribal ritual wanted to find out first hand about the coming-of-age practice.

I gave him details of how to get there, and he brought a camera and lots of film to record this ritual.

He returned a month later with a smile on his face, confirming my stories of this ridiculous ritual which seemed to be only an excuse for a wonderfully horny homosexual orgy.

"The ritual was just as you described it, and they invited me to fill up some of their own lads who were about to become men," my fellow sociologist said. "I wholly obliged. They wouldn't let me take pictures of the ritual itself because they thought it would somehow emasculate them, but I took some everyday photographs of them all. They remembered you very well, and fondly, I might add."

He held up some pictures of Setset and other tribesmen.

"And this lad, Lik-lik, was particularly thankful to you," my colleague said.

I looked at the photos of Lik-lik. He had a sexy, impish smile in all of them, and in one he was waving a rather huge hard-on. Immediately I decided that it was time for a scientific follow-up trip to Borneo, where I will certainly double-check all my findings.

 

 

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