MAROONED - PART TWO                      [Frank is a pilot who has had to ditch his plane in the ocean somewhere in the South Pacific. Luckily there is an island not far from where he goes down and he succeeds in swimming over to it. Once on the island, he meets a naked golden skinned native on the beach. Soon Frank and the native are going at it, fucking and sucking. After they finish having sex, the native guides Frank off the beach, through the lush jungle, to his tribe's village.] I had made love with him on the beach and we had done just about everything two men can do to be intimate, and still I didn't know his name, or anything about his people. But I knew that he must have some kind of tribe or village because he would not be alone here on a lost island and look like he wasn't lost. I pointed to myself and said, "Frank!" I repeated the gesture and the name several times. He smiled and nodded. He placed a hand on my chest and said, "Frank!" I also nodded. "Yes!", I said. "Frank". He smiled and said, "Yes, Frank." He nodded as he said "Yes". He was very intelligent and caught on fast. His pronunciation wasn't bad either. He pointed to himself and said, "Ketoon". I pointed at him and said, "Ketoon". He nodded and said, "Yes". We both smiled. I said, "Well Ketoon, you sure have a great mouth and ass. I loved doing you." Ketoon smiled although he didn't know what I was saying. He knew I was being friendly. Ketoon took me by the hand and led be off the beach and into the jungle. It was midday and the sun was bright enough to give us good light even in the brush. It wasn't too bad because there was some kind of primitive trail. Obviously the natives used it to come down to the beach. I figured that their camp or village couldn't be that far from the beach, and it turned out that I was right.

As we entered, I could see that this village was not very big. All the huts were grouped together in an area that I figured to be about 5 city blocks square. In the midst was what passed for a primitive "business district." A market place, some kind of a corral, something that looked like it must be a temple or place of worship. When the natives noticed me walking alongside Ketoon, they stopped in their tracks and stared at us open-mouthed. Ketoon stopped by a hut where an older man was standing, an inquiring look on his face. Ketoon began speaking to him in their language and after looking over at me several times, the older man nodded his head. The man said something to Ketoon and then went into his hut.

Ketoon came over to me and took me by the hand. He led me down a path and into what must have been his hut. Inside it was dark and cool, and I sat down on the ground. Only then did it fully occur to me that I was still stark naked. I had left all my clothes on the beach, along with everything else that I had with me. But I didn't feel that strange. Because all the people here that I had seen were also naked. Speaking of the people, it occurred to me that most of the people that I had seen in the village were young men. I knew that there must be other people here, women, children, older men. But with the exception of the older man that had spoken to Ketoon, there were only other young men, most of them handsome, out in sight. Ketoon sat down next to me and began speaking, "Frank". He repeated the name, and it seemed that he wanted to tell me something but of course he didn't have an English words to do it in. We sat there for a while and each of us pointed to various things and named them in my language but to tell the truth he was better at it then I was. After a few days, Ketoon had learned and memorized some important words that allowed us to communicate. Nothing deep, you understand, but nouns and some verbs and adjectives. The people in the village had given me a warm welcome and very few questions were asked.

We spent most of the days walking around the village, and I learned my way around. And the nights, the nights, I lay with Ketoon, and we sucked and fucked till we were exhausted. Usually we slept late the next day. During the day, as we walked around, I noticed that there were women and children here but they were very rarely out of doors. As to older people, well I don't think these people had a long life span. The young men that I saw were as beautiful as Ketoon. I wondered what it might be like to make love with several of them who really turned me on. Soon I got the opportunity to find out. It seemed that the following night, which was going to be the night of full moon, the village was going to have some sort of party or feast. Ketoon told me that it would be a happy time and that I would enjoy myself very much. Little did I know what I was in for. Darkness fell and practically all the young men came out to the central area where their temple was located. I saw no women and no children, and the only older man present was the man to whom Ketoon had spoken that first day he brought me into the village. It turned out that that man was the sort of king-priest of the tribe, what we would call a shaman. Everyone was in really good spirits and in the street there was a lot of dancing and singing going on. I had learned a sufficient number of words in their language to understand shouts of "Touch me, my brother" and "Kiss me!" The crowd made its way towards the temple. As we were carried along, Ketoon began to kiss me. He slipped one arm around my waist and with the other hand, he clasped my balls. I almost stumbled but he held me up. I looked down and saw that his naked cock was hard. I touched it and felt it swell and throb. I found my own cock immediately springing to life.

Ketoon removed his hand from my nuts but continued holding on to me as we moved forward along with the crowd of other naked beautiful men. He moved his mouth to my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Tonight Frank ... very special! Very hot! We do love to .... gods! ...to moon!" I looked around me as we moved forward. The men had all pretty much paired and were walking, each couple somehow touching his lover. Some held hands; others had their arms around each other. Finally we got to the temple. Inside incense was burning. Candles had been lit throughout. As soon as everybody was assembled inside a calm and quiet settled over the place. Ketoon motioned for me to sit, and we sat as did everybody else. It was eerie at that moment what with everyone just sitting there, quiet and waiting while the candles and the incense burned around us. If there had been pins in the place, you could have heard them drop. Suddenly the old that Ketoon had spoken to, the shaman, walked in. He held a young man by the hand and led him up to what looked like an altar. The old man clapped his hands three times and than everyone in the temple began to clap in a steady slow rhythm. As we clapped, the priest had the young man with him sit down on the soft covering over the altar. The shaman held up his hands and threw his head back, his eyes shut. As we continued a steady slow beat with our clapping hand, the shaman began thrusting his hips back and forth, bucking, to the rhythm. Shortly, the young man seated on the altar opened his mouth and waited till the bucking shaman thrust forward, and with that thrust the young men closed his lips around the priest's hardened cock. His hands flew to the priest's hips and he held on to him and moved his head back and forth in synchronicity with the older man's movements.

I don't think I have ever been turned on as I was that moment. The absolute abandon of these people and their open free worship of sex, queer sex, sent my mind reeling. I looked over at Ketoon and had a strong urge to just grab him and put my hands and mouth all over him. But I saw him looking ahead, rapt in attention to what was happening on the altar, clapping his hands in rhythm to the sucking that was taking place. As the priest began to quicken the pace of his thrusting, the clapping sped up. The clapping increased in intensity as the young man and older man did their mouth-cock dance to their gods or the moon or who knows the fuck what! Suddenly the priest let loose a scream that sounded all over the temple, and the clapping came to an immediate stop. The shaman stepped back and the young man stood up and, turning around 190 degrees, he spat out the older man's cum onto the altar. Then both men stepped down from the altar and everyone rose to his feet, Ketoon pulling me up to a standing position. Everyone worked himself into a line. One by one, each man stepped up to the altar, fell down on his knees before it, and licked the place where the shaman's cum lay! I gulped. Oh God! We were all supposed to do it! Each man followed and did it without hesitation when his turn came. I realized suddenly, from how uninhibited these men were, that this isolated island had not been struck with the plague! It had remained, not only primitive, but pristinely pure! After each one of us had gone through the ritual, we were placed in a circle along the wall of the temple. Several men came forward and removed the altar, placing it out side the temple where the light of the moon was supposedly going to accept the "sacrifice". The priest moved to the center of the room and clapped his hands three times again. As soon as he did, all decorum disappeared. The men broke out in a burst of screaming and laughing. Within seconds, each man grabbed a partner from the crowd and pulled him down on the soft earth. Ketoon took my hand and pulled me close to him. "Now Frank", he said. "Now you love me good ... love the god .."

I didn't even care to know fully what he meant. I just grabbed onto him and kissed his sweet mouth hard. Our hands were all over each other and we were rubbing and kissing, skin against skin as sounds of moans and sucking arose all around us. I found myself down on the ground in a sea of writhing bodies. Ketoon had kissed all down my body from my exposed throat to my exposed thighs. He had my cock between his lips and was sucking like a fucking madman. His strong hands had hold of my ass cheeks and he was shoving me down his throat! I found myself gasping. Breathing was very hard. Then his lips parted and he let go of my prick. He turned over, rose up on his knees, and presented me with his man-cunt, the hole inviting me, calling to me, begging me for thick hard cock to push into the gaping fuck hole. All hail the gods I thought as I mounted him, slipped into that by now familiar living cock sheathe, and pumped him with every inch of strength in me. Within only a few minutes we both were screaming from the intensity of the spasms of cum, cock, and twitching sphincter! Normally at this point I would have just lain back and held my lover and rested. But here I didn't get that chance. Little did I know that while Ketoon and I were going at it, several men had gathered around and had been watching us. As soon as I pulled out of Ketoon, I felt the strong arms of a big man clasp me from behind and throw me to the ground. I felt my asshole being invaded by what felt like a horse's cock. I started to scream but held the scream in. As I began to be pounded into submission by that throbbing fuck rope, I saw Ketoon being grabbed by two men, one sitting on the ground had Ketoon's mouth down on his cock while the other was beginning to slide into him.

Ketoon did not resist. After all, wasn't this what the gods wanted? Men's sweet bodies being used for passion? Before I closed my eyes I saw all about me the fuck-suck action growing wilder, louder, more out of control; I could see men in every position that nature allows, and some new ones that I had never even dreamed up. The my eyes closed and I gave myself up to the primitive orgy in which I found myself trapped, maybe WILLINGLY trapped. I knew that this was only the beginning. I didn't know, at that minute, how many I could handle in one night. I just gave in and began not to care how many it would take to satisfy the gods.

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