Emma Star & Erastes

The Island of Naked Boys

— 1 —

My story begins when I was 23-years old. Upon graduating from the University of Hawaii, I got a job working at a local television station. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it paid the rent and gave me enough money to pursue my true hobby – aviation. I owned my own one-man plane and enjoyed nothing more than flying out over the mighty Pacific Ocean by myself. There's something about the infinite blue expanse that called to me and I've pushed farther and farther with each flight, in hope of finding whatever it was that seemed to be summoning me.

I was single at the time, with very few friends and family. My parents had passed away when I was younger and I barely knew the few relatives I had. My friends had all scattered to the four winds once college ended, so I opted to keep mostly to myself. I had no girl friends of any kind, either romantic or merely social, but I had dated before. Some of those relationships had been long-term, but something always seemed to b e lacking. I could never escape the feeling that my true destiny, the love of my life, was waiting for me in a place that I could only find if I stopped looking.

The last day of my normal life was the same as nearly every other day. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and jumped in the shower, but I also took a few moments to admire myself in the mirror first and was fairly pleased with what I saw. I was tall, over six feet [1.80 m], with short, wavy brown hair and bronze skin, which was a product of my time in the sun. I also had a lean, muscular body with well-defined pecs, abs, thighs and biceps, thanks to plenty of time spent at the gym. The feature I was most proud of, however, was my cock. Numerous women had told me that it was the most beautiful penis they had ever seen. It was eight inches [20 cm] long and maybe two inches [5 cm] in diameter, but it was perfectly shaped.

After showering and getting dressed, I headed to work. The day passed by normally and fairly quickly, so it seemed as if I hadn't been there very long when I noticed it was time to punch out. Since it was summer and the daylight lasted longer, I still had several hours left to enjoy the fine day, once I exited the building. I decided to take advantage of this fact and drove over to the airport, so I could get in some flying time.

"Going up, Cass?" asked Pete, the airport manager.

That was my name, by the way. Cassius Finch, like the bird.

"Yeah, why not?" I said, smiling.

"Just be careful," he warned. "You've been pushing the limit of how far your baby can go lately."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine," I replied.

"I hope so," he chided. "Out in the middle of the ocean is a bad place to be if your plane runs out of gas."

"I guess I'd better not run out of gas then," I jested.

With a wave, I climbed into my plane and started the engine. I had a textbook takeoff and was soon soaring freely, high above the aquamarine waters of the Pacific, but I should have heeded Pete's warning. Since it was such a beautiful day, I became absorbed in the lovely day and wonderful views, and this made me forget about nearly everything else.

I was about to turn back when I looked down at my fuel gauge and was shocked to notice that I was quickly approaching empty. Panicked, I hurriedly radioed a 'mayday' distress call, but no one responded. It was as if I had lost contact with the outside world. Within minutes, the last of the gasoline was gone, thus ending any chance I had to make it back to the airport.

Keeping my wits about me, I tried to use the remaining fumes to take the plane to a lower altitude, so the damage caused by the final plunge wouldn't be as severe. As the engine finally sputtered and stalled, I lost control of the aircraft and crashed into the water. At first the plane bobbed up and down on the surface, but as I attempted to extricate myself from the crumpled wreckage, it began to sink. I grabbed the life jacket that I kept under my seat for emergencies such as this and struggled to break free, as the sea slowly began to swallow up my plane.

I managed to escape at the last possible second, because the plane was now completely submerged and rapidly sinking to the bottom, so I was forced to struggle to reach the surface. I had my doubts if I was going to make it, but I finally fought my way free of its watery grip, as my head broke through the surface, gasping for air. I was God-knows how many miles away from where I'd started and no one knew I was in trouble, so the best I could hope for was that Pete would call for a rescue team together when I failed to return. If I were lucky, they'd eventually fly out and spot me floating here, in the middle of nowhere.

I don't know how long I drifted on the currents, but I quickly found myself dehydrated and starting to hallucinate. During one of my rare moments of lucidity, I began to wonder if I was going to die out here alone, when I spotted what I thought was an island in the distance. I wasn't sure if it was actually there or if it was just a mirage, but it was the only chance I had. Even though it appeared to be quite far away, I began kicking and paddling for all I was worth, while praying I would be able to reach it before a shark or some other dangerous sea creature spotted me and decided that I looked like an appetizing meal.

I continued my struggle to make it there and was exhausted, nearly out of strength, when I felt one of my hands strike something solid. At first I wasn't sure what it was, because it could have turned out to be a rock or some form of marine life, but after a few seconds the fog seemed to lift from my brain and it dawned on me that I had reached my goal. With my strength nearly gone, I dragged my body further onto the beach, until I reached an area just above the tide line. I felt I needed to do this, because I certainly didn't want to risk getting pulled back out into the ocean by the tides. As soon as I was convinced I was safe, I let my body collapse on the sand, completely exhausted, and passed out as the last rays of the sun faded from sight.

— 2 —

When I came to later, I could tell it was now morning, so I must have either slept or been unconscious for the entire night. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the brilliant sunlight reflecting off the white sand, I began to look around. First, I rolled over and scanned the blue sky above me, hoping to find a rescue-vehicle circling overhead, but nothing was there. Then I forced myself to sit up, so I could check out the surrounding landscape and see what it had to offer.

As I began to stand up, I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. Ahead of me, hidden by some bushes near the tree line, where the beach met the tropical forest, I could tell something was moving about. Since I wasn't sure if it was a ferocious animal looking for its next meal or merely a harmless creature, such as a bird or a monkey going about its business, I remained frozen. I was just too afraid to move a muscle, since I felt any motion might attract its attention, but I was determined to figure out what was lurking about. A moment later, I saw three young boys, all roughly nine or ten-years old, emerge from the foliage.

Each boy was carrying a stick, sharpened at one end, and some sort of net-like object, which appeared to be made from vines. Their bodies were all tanned from the sun and their hair was of varying colors and lengths, but strangest of all was the fact that all three of them were completely naked. At first I had trouble believing my eyes, but as I scanned the trio from head to toe, it became apparent that there was nothing covering their bodies, not a leaf or even a crude necklace. Their bare chests, legs and arms glistened in the morning light and I watched in total fascination as their little penises swung freely above their tiny scrotums, as they moved about. They appeared to be totally unashamed and seemingly without a care in the world, the ultimate expression of unabashed freedom.

I was so stunned by this discovery that I still hadn't moved, as my mind struggled to come up with a possible explanation for what I saw before me. Maybe they were brothers and comfortable going about au naturel with each other, and even though this might be possible, I began to doubt it was probable. Eventually, I started to notice that they bore little resemblance to one another, both in facial features and coloring, so I began to have my doubts about my brother theory. Besides, what were they doing with what appeared to be makeshift spears and vine nets? Were they fishing? How far from Hawaii must I have flown in order to find naked children fishing with such primitive tools?

Just about that time, the tallest of the three boys, apparently the leader of the group, noticed me and raised the point of his spear in my direction. He shouted a challenge in a loud and fierce voice, but I didn't recognize or understand the strange language he was speaking.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're saying," I replied, as I finally began to move again. "Do any of you speak English?"

Their leader continued to shout what I suspected were orders, but I had no idea what he was saying in that unintelligible tongue.

"Where are your parents?' I asked next, but they didn't understand me any better than I understood them.

"I was in a plane crash," I continued, while extending my arms to my side and pretending I was flying. "I'm from Hawaii. Can you help me?"

It was no use, because we just didn't speak the same language. I was contemplating how we were going to resolve this issue when the three boys began to advance toward me. They did so quite warily and held their spears out in front of them, in a menacing fashion, and made their intentions crystal clear. I thought about running, but realized I was trapped, outnumbered and unarmed, so I raised my hands above my head in submission, hoping they would understand the meaning of this gesture. The boys then came up to me and tied my wrists tightly together with some of the vines they had removed from their nets, but they also bound my ankles, while leaving just enough of the rough vine between them so I could still hobble about. Two of them then got behind me and prodded me forward with their spear tips, while the third led me into the forest.

I was surprised to discover that on the other side of the bushes through which the boys had first appeared, there was a fairly wide and well-worn path. I continued to follow the leader as he guided me along this route, until we reached a little clearing. Here in the middle of this tropical island, hidden away from prying eyes by the multitude of trees and overlapping canopy, stood what appeared to be a primitive village. As we drew closer, I could see the huts were made of mud and covered with a thatched, leaf roof, but every one of these structures seemed far too small to be lived in comfortably.

As I was marched further into the village, more young boys emerged from the various huts and gawked at me in awe and wonder. Like my three captors, each of these new boys was also completely naked, yet entirely comfortable with his nudity. I could hardly blame them though, because each one was the image of absolute male beauty. Their bare, tanned chests and slender, well-toned, muscular bodies would be greatly admired and appreciated by nearly any culture. Then, when I got a glimpse of them from behind, it appeared as if they each had s finally shaped, bubble butt.

I suddenly felt very out of place here. Not only was I clearly the biggest and oldest person present, but I was also the only one that was dressed. I still had on my jean shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers, while these boys were all as naked as the day they were born.

After a brief delay, while my three captors chatted with some of the others, I was led to a special hut at the edge of the village. It was constructed like the others, except this one had bamboo bars on the window and a bamboo door, so as soon as I saw it, I knew I was being placed in their jail. I thought about resisting, but only for a second, because I realized I'd have little chance of escaping. Not only was I still weak from the swimming, as well as the lack of food and water, I was also bound, greatly outnumbered and devoid of any weapons. For those reasons, I simply walked into their jail-hut, after they'd indicated it was where they wanted me to go. I had to duck in order to pass through the doorway and then I had to stay crouched or get down of my knees, since this place was built for someone their size, not mine. Once I was shut inside, I noticed two of the boys had been assigned to guard me and stood on either side of the small, covered opening, with their bare bottoms facing in my direction.

As I began to adjust to being there, I discovered it was actually fairly comfortable inside. There was bedding on the floor for me to sleep on, a dried mud container, lined with a hollowed out half-shell, possibly from a coconut, and it was filled with water. A short time later another boy brought me a wide, wooden board covered in fresh fruit and I was allowed to eat my fill. Once those needs had been taken care of, I laid down to sleep.

— 3 —

When I awoke later, I discovered I had a visitor and it was the leader of the group that had discovered me earlier. Under the current circumstances, I had a better opportunity to examine him more closely. He was roughly ten-years old, with blonde hair, bleached by the sun, and stood proudly in front of me. He exuded an air of authority and his every move suggested extreme confidence. He hadn't bothered to dress for the occasion, which seemed to be their practice, so I could see his four-inch [10 cm] penis was devoid of any hair. He spoke to me again in his strange language, but with no more success than we had previously.

"I need to speak with an adult," I told him, while suspecting my effort was probably useless.

I even attempted to hold my hand at a level even with my own head, palm downward, hoping he would understand that the word 'adult' meant a person who was taller and older, but he merely looked at me blankly. It was obvious this attempt at communication was going nowhere when I suddenly had another revelation. In an attempt to make some progress, I put my hand on my chest and patted it lightly, as I said my name.

"Cassius."

He looked confused for a moment, but eventually seemed to catch on. In a similar fashion, he patted his bare chest and spoke.

"Kimbe," he informed me, saying a word pronounced KIM-bay.

I felt this was a good sign and thought we were making progress, but I wanted to confirm it. Pointing at myself I said, "Cassius," and then I pointed at him and said, "Kimbe." He smiled broadly and then repeated what I had done, so we were off to a slightly better start.

Kimbe came to visit me often after that and would spend hours trying to teach me his language. He would bring various items with him, show them to me and repeat its name several times, before encouraging me to do the same. I tried to be a good student and picked up the language quickly, because it was fairly simple, so after just a few weeks of captivity on the island, we were able to communicate more clearly, although slowly. A few weeks after that the situation improved even more, as I began to understand more than just the verbs and nouns.

Although I was housed in the jail hut, I wasn't really treated like a prisoner. Instead, I was treated more like a guest that they weren't sure about, so they kept me in this hut. They allowed me to go out and do my business, although the guards went with me each time, but I wasn't allowed to merely wander around. By this time, I had also figured out that there were no adults on the island and they didn't even seem to have a word for 'adult' in their language. For this reason, they simply referred to me as 'Tall Boy,' unless they used my name. I had also never seen a girl on the island, so as far as I knew there were only boys and they never wore anything to cover their bodies. I got the feeling that they thought my clothing was some sort of strange skin, although I believe they eventually figured out that it wasn't connected to my body.

I also discovered, to my shock and bewilderment, that living alone on the island had caused each of them to be homosexual. From the small window in my hut, I often saw pairs of boys walking through the village, hand-in-hand, and they frequently hugged and kissed each other as lovers do. They would do this in broad daylight and no one ever batted an eye, but that is only a small part of what I saw them do with each other. Nothing about them suggested they had any sexual inhibitions or there was any self-consciousness on their part, which worked to their advantage.

One afternoon, I was looking out my window when I saw two boys meet next to the mango tree, which was directly across from my small, barred window. One was a brunette and the other a blonde, and like the other boys they appeared to be between eight and eleven-years old. Since I had noting better to do, I watched as they chatted, just like two old friends shooting the breeze in the middle of the day, but I also noticed that their little cocks seemed to get harder as they continued their conversation. Soon, both boys were at full arousal, although neither of them had more than a few inches.

I watched as the brunette reached out and touched the blonde's face, which caused the blond to blush and turn away, demurely. The brunette then gently turned his partner's face back towards his own and stroked his cheek, as he spoke softly, with a slight smile of his lips. At last, the two boys leaned in and began to tenderly kiss, with their eyes closed, but gradually their mouths opened and allowed their small, pink tongues to entwine.

The blonde boy eventually placed his arm around his partner's neck, as the brunette began to stroke the blonde's back. His hand slowly moved down the blonde's body, until it came to rest directly on the blonde's smooth, tanned globes. He then pulled the two of them closer, so their hips also came into contact, and then they began to grind their little cocks together, as their passionate kiss continued. I felt my own cock begin to stir as well, even though I've never been attracted to men, much less boys, but they were so beautiful and their sexual liberty so unique and wonderful that it began to get to me. When they opened their eyes and looked at one another again, I could see there was a genuine feeling of love radiating between them.

Eventually, the blonde boy broke the kiss, and as he pulled his face away, he opened his eyes and gazed tenderly into his lover's face. Then, he leaned forward again and began to kiss the brunette's neck and shoulders, before slowly moving down his lover's chest. He stopped momentarily, so he could gently nibble on each nipple, and then he moved lower, until he could lick the brunette's navel. By this point, he was on his knees in front of his partner, as they shared this intimate dance of love.

Looking up into the brunette's eyes, the blonde daintily licked at the tiny head of the brunette's penis, which caused the brunette to take a deep breath and coo softly. Then, the blonde wrapped his pretty lips around the brunette's penis and began to suck on it, slowly and lovingly. He kept his hands resting on his own thighs and merely used his mouth to do the work. He didn't even touch his own stiff penis, so I could tell he was truly a giver.

Just then, the brunette noticed me staring at them. Instead of reacting with anger or embarrassment, he simply smiled and winked at me, while giving me a look that I've seen on the face of every man who was about to go home with a girl after the party. It was the, 'she's all mine' look, which was expressed with the right balance of machismo and pride, so I could only smile back.

While the blonde sucked, the brunette was clearly in heaven. At first, he simply kept his hands behind his head, as he leaned back against the mango tree and allowed the blonde to do all of the work. Later, the brunette placed his hands on the back of the blonde's head, so he could gently coax him to suck harder and deeper. The blonde obliged and soon the brunette's hips were bucking wildly, as he face-fucked his little boy lover's adorable mouth.

By this point, I was rubbing my own dick through my jean shorts. It was rock hard from witnessing this spectacle and I reasoned in my mind that I was simply reacting to the lack of women and the sexual nature of this activity. The obviously feminized blonde served as a suitable replacement for a girl, with his smooth skin, slightly rounded hips, shapely butt and soft, longish hair.

After a few minutes, the blonde boy took the cock out of his mouth, grabbed it with his hand and began to jerk it furiously, as the brunette eagerly looked on. The brunette may have been a little boy, but he carried a man-sized load in those tiny balls, which left me speechless. For a youngster who hadn't yet reached puberty, I was totally amazed when several ropes of alabaster cum erupted from the tip of his penis and splattered against the blonde's face. The brunette was moaning rapturously as this happened and appeared totally consumed by pure bliss.

At nearly the same instance, and almost before I knew what was happening, I filled my underwear with my own load. It seems as if watching those two boys engaged in oral sex had been a sufficient stimulus to spur me to orgasm as well, which was something I would never have thought possible.

The blonde waited for the brunette to finish ejaculating and then slurped the last bit of semen off his little boy prick. When the blonde stood up, the brunette kissed him and then wiped the globs of semen off his partner's face, so he could finger-feed it to him. The blonde greedily sucked his lover's finger clean, so before long none of the sticky mess remained. The brunette then gave the blonde a playful slap on the bottom, which caused the blonde to giggle, coquettishly, before he began to walk off. The brunette followed, but he took a second to flash me another wink and a smile, before the two of them disappeared from sight.

This wasn't the only such incident I witnessed. Sex among the boys seemed as natural as playing games or dancing and singing after dinner. It wasn't always limited to two boys either, because I occasionally saw small groups enjoying each other's sexual favors.

— 4 —

One day, Kimbe came to me and I decided to ask him some questions that had been on my mind. I was now fluent enough in his language that we were able to carry on more than a basic a conversation, so I posed my query.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I walked," he replied, confused.

"No, I mean how did you boys get on this island? You must have come here from someplace," I pressed. "You must have parents somewhere else too."

"No, they are here also," he confirmed.

"Why have I never seen them then?" I wondered.

"I don't know," he said. "Maybe you see and not recognize them. How would you know they were my parents anyway?"

"But they would be Tall Boys like me. Right?" I pressed.

"No, of course not. You are the only Tall Boy I have ever seen," he confessed.

"Forget it," I told him, since this line of questioning was going nowhere, but then I thought of something else. "How long you have been on the island?"

"Always," he replied simply. "We have always been here."

"But that's impossible," I challenged. "You can't be more than ten or eleven-years old. Where are all the older people… and the younger ones too? Where are the females?"

"I do not understand what 'females' means," he said.

I groaned.

"So, for as long as you remember you've all lived on this island together?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "We have always been here."

"Why don't you wear clothes?" I wondered, while gesturing to my shirt and shorts as I spoke the last word, hoping that would be enough to make him understand.

"Why DO you wear them?" he asked. "I see no point to them."

"They keep you warm," I said.

"It is always warm here," he replied.

"They protect you from the rain and sun," I added.

"Those are both things to be enjoyed, not blocked away," he insisted.

"But… but everyone can see you naked!" I pointed out.

"It is the natural way," Kimbe replied simply.

Even though the conversation was frustrating, there was still one more question I needed to ask him. I had been in the jail hut for over two months now and had no idea why they still kept me there. Clearly, they must know by now that I wasn't a threat to them, at least Kimbe should know I meant them no harm and he was a person of some importance in the tribe. He was the leader of the Warrior boys on the island, which meant he was basically a high-ranking general, accountable only to the Chief and the High Priest.

"Why am I still being held prisoner?" I wanted to know.

"We do not know if you are dangerous," he said.

"You know I mean no harm to anyone here," I shot back.

"Yes, Cassius, I know," he said forlornly. "There are others who believe you were sent by the Far-islanders. They think you mean to hurt us and destroy our way of life.

"What is a Far-islander?" I asked.

"On the opposite side of our island, if you look out across the water, there is another island," Kimbe replied. "It is full of bizarre creatures, savage and strange. Some believe they were once boys like us, but now they are monsters. Deviations of nature."

"Have you ever seen one?" I asked.

"Yes, we have attacked their island many times," he explained, "and they have attacked our island many times. This goes on forever, it seems. It is said, however, that one day a stranger will come to us and he will be marked for all to see. He will end the attacks once and for all and then his hand will be given in marriage to Sana, the virgin princess."

"Sana…" I repeated.

The word, which rhymed with Dana, rolled smoothly off my tongue and I felt a weird chill shoot through my body. Then something hit me.

"What princess?" I asked. "There are women here?"

"I do not underst…"

Before he could continue, another boy came running over and whispered something in Kimbe's ear. Kimbe nodded, face grim, and then sent the other boy running back in the direction he had come. Kimbe then turned to me.

"I am sorry. I must go," he stated.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

"A scout reports that a Far-islander canoe is heading this way. It may be a false alarm, but I must check it out anyway. I am truly sorry about your imprisonment, so I will have someone sent to you tonight."

With that, Kimbe ran off, leaving me alone with my muddled thoughts.

— 5 —

That night, as Kimbe had promised, a boy was sent to me, just as the moon was rising over the village. I became aware that something odd was going on when I heard talking outside my hut and then saw the two guards step aside, so someone could enter. The bamboo door slowly opened and a naked boy stepped inside. It was one of the smaller boys, who appeared to be about seven-years old, with sandy blonde hair and creamy, brown skin.

"Hello, Tall Boy," he greeted me. "I am Jorim. Kimbe sent me for you."

"Hello, Jorim," I replied, trying to be friendly. "Please call me Cassius."

"It is nice to meet you Cassius," he responded.

"It is nice to meet you too. Is Kimbe ok? Was there an attack?" I followed.

"No, there was no attack. The canoe was only a very large water bird," he confessed.

Hearing this, I laughed and then Jorim smiled.

"Kimbe was very upset that such a mistake had been made," Jorim added, "but very relieved too."

"I can imagine," I observed.

"Would you like a massage?" Jorim asked next, changing the subject.

"A massage?" I replied, somewhat taken aback.

"I am the best in the village," he stated proudly, while puffing out his sunken chest the same way any proud little boy might do.

"Well, I guess I can't say no to that then," I replied, without having much confidence in my own statement.

"Good," he said smiling, but then he began to frown. "Please remove your… thing," he added while pointing at my shirt, "and lie on your stomach."

I hesitantly obliged and removed my shirt, tossing it to one side. Jorim looked at my chest, saw the coating of hair and muscles, and smiled, which led me to believe that he approved of what he saw. I felt slightly awkward being appraised in this fashion by a seven-year old boy, but I guess it was natural for him, having lived on this island. I then moved to the bedding and lay down on my chest.

Jorim quickly went to work and placed his small hands on my back, as he skillfully began working the tension out of my muscles. At first I was a little apprehensive about how effective he would be, but Jorim was as talented as he'd boasted. Soon, all of the stiffness I had previously felt was gone and my entire body felt weightless. I moaned and groaned in appreciation, as Jorim's magic fingers plied their magic.

"Now you turn on your back," he instructed.

I quickly obeyed and Jorim surprised me by putting one of his short legs over my waist, so he could straddle my body. He then began to rub my chest, while flashing me an alluring smile, and I have to admit it was weird having a naked boy straddling and stroking me in such a sensual manner. He was looking at me with eyes that hid nothing of what was on his mind and his little penis was stiff, so the tip rubbed against my belly whenever he leaned forward to reach my shoulders. As had happened so many times recently, my dick began to stiffen of its own accord, just before Jorim sat upright. We he did, the bulge in my shorts poked his little bum.

"Ooo!" he squealed in surprise, while placing a hand over his mouth and giggling.

Jorim then threw his leg back over my hips again, and as he moved off of me I got a quick glimpse of his tiny, pink hole. His hands then reached for my fly and clumsily worked at the unfamiliar apparatus. Thinking this was merely another part of the massage, I remained relaxed, shut my eyes and let him remove my shorts. Then, before I realized what he was going to do next, Jorim began to kiss my erect cock through the fabric of my underwear, obviously pleased by the size of my manhood.

Just as he was about to pull down my boxers, I snapped out of my reverie and realized what he was about to do. I quickly sat up and pulled myself away from Jorim, so I could put my clothes back on. The boy looked surprised and hurt, and the expression on his face nearly broke my heart.

"I'm sorry, Jorim," I said.

"Was I not pleasing?" he asked in return.

"It's not that," I told him. "It's just that I'm not gay."

"What is 'gay'?" he asked, eyes wide.

"It means I like girls," I explained.

"What is 'girl'?" he asked next.

"Nevermind," I responded, exasperated. "Please just go. I'm very sorry, but I can't do this."

With tears welling up in his eyes, Jorim left the hut and I sat, mortified, by what had nearly happened. Despite what I was thinking, my dick remained ramrod straight and rock hard when Kimbe arrived to see me. Apparently, he had heard the story of what had happened from Jorim and seemed honestly surprised that I had made him leave. He wondered if there was something about Jorim that didn't please me, because apparently everyone else thought Jorim was one of the most beautiful boys on the island. Of course, I couldn't explain myself to Kimbe any better than I had to Jorim.

"Are you well?" Kimbe wanted to know.

"I feel fine," I told him. "I just couldn't do that."

"Why not?" he asked next.

"Well, where I come from… let's just say that where I live Tall Boys aren't allowed to do those kinds of things with Short Boys. If they do, the Tall Boy has to stay in the jail hut for a very long time."

"But why?" Kimbe wondered, befuddled.

"People think it is unnatural," I explained.

"You cover your body and turn down sex, even though it feels good and hurts no one," he responded, "and you put people in jail huts for doing what is only natural. I think your people are very strange."

"You might be right about that, Kimbe," I conceded.

— 6 —

A few days later, during one of my conversations with Kimbe, I again tried to get more information out of him about the origins of the group that lived on the island. To my dismay, he continued to give me the same explanation, which was that it had always been this way, so this made me suspect there was more about the island than it first appeared. I hadn't believed in magic before I arrived here, but now this place suggested that something mysterious and unexplainable was at work. If Kimbe was to be believed, the boys had been living on this island since time immemorial and never grew any older, so how else could you explain this away?

Another strange aspect of the island was the notion of children and parents. Kimbe claimed to have parents, as well as children, but they all appeared to be the same age. Kimbe said he had a son, who just happened to be the father of Jorim's mother, which would make Jorim Kimbe's great-grandson. Apparently Jorim was also the brother of Anta, who was Kimbe's best friend and, of course, about the same age as Kimbe. It was all extremely confusing.

As with everything else, Kimbe had no idea where the rules concerning these family connections had originated, but insisted that they had always existed. Likewise, the tribe's nobility had always existed as well. The Chief had always been the chief and the High Priest had always been the high priest. What fascinated me the most, however, was hearing about the Chief's daughter, the princess Sana.

"Tell me about Sana," I nearly begged.

"Again?" Kimbe responded, since we had done this several times before.

"Yes!" was my simple reply.

"Sana is the virgin princess and the child of the Chief. Sana is more beautiful than all the stars and more distant as well. Sana is the only virgin on the island and will remain so until the stranger that bears the mark makes peace with the Far-islanders. Then, the stranger will take Sana's hand in marriage."

"And then he will take the virginity of the virgin princess, which is the greatest treasure imaginable," I finished, since I knew this story so well. "Will I ever get to meet Sana?"

"Perhaps," Kimbe replied. "I do not know."

When Kimbe left, I closed my eyes and dreamed about Sana, the daughter of the Chief. She was not only a princess, but it was possible that she was the only female on the island. I began to fantasize about meeting her and basking in her radiant beauty, before marrying this nearly divine girl and taking her long-sacred virginity.

I was deep in my private world with Sana when I heard a tapping on my bamboo door. I opened my eyes and discovered Jorim standing on the other side, so I waved him in. He entered slowly, because I think he was worried about how I was going to react. I hadn't seen him for several days, but his face still bore the same sad countenance, which made me feel ashamed, since I knew I was the reason for his distress.

"Hello, Jorim," I greeted him.

"Hello, Cassius," he replied, dryly.

"Why do you look so sad," I asked concerned, although I felt I already knew the answer to this question.

"I am still sad because you did not want to have me," he answered. "You think I am ugly."

"That's not true," I countered, aggressively. I felt I needed to do this in order to make him believe me.

"Yes, it is," he objected. "If not, then why did you not want me?"

Having said that, tears began to spill from Jorim's eyes and roll down his little cheeks. My heart ached, when I saw this sweet little boy crying over the pain I had inflicted on his heart, so I placed my hands on his back and began to rub his bare skin, in an attempt to console him.

"You are very beautiful," I stated, as my own heart began to ache.

"Do you really think so?" he asked, looking at me questioningly.

It was as if he didn't believe me, so I pulled him down onto my lap and wrapped my arms around his small body. As I cradled him against me, I marveled at how his skin felt so smooth and silky under my fingertips. Encouraged by his response, I let my right hand gently slide down his back, until it came to rest, open-palmed, on his bare bottom. I then pulled him tightly against me and nuzzled my face into his soft hair, while thinking of how he might compare to Sana.

"Yes," I whispered. "You're so beautiful, Jorim. You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen."

One moment I was kissing the top of his head and the next I discovered his face in front of mine, so I began to kiss him on the lips. Jorim immediately wriggled into a slightly better position, so we could kiss more easily, and when I felt him lean into my body, my inhibitions spontaneously evaporated. I suddenly found that I desired this boy and longed to feel his precious lips on my cock, but I also wanted to penetrate his tight, round bottom. I quickly removed my shirt and then my shorts, so I was now clad only in my boxers.

Jorim kissed my chest and then sucked tenderly on my nipples. I placed my hand gently on the back of his head, as he grasped those puffy nubs between his teeth, and once I'd had enough of that, I guided his face down to my crotch. As he gradually moved lower, I began to tell him how beautiful he was and how badly I wanted him.

At that moment, Jorim gripped the waistband of my boxer shorts and began to pull them down. I closed my eyes, knowing I was crossing the last of my society's barriers, but I no longer cared about this. When my cock sprang free of my underwear, I glanced down at Jorim. He had a look of pure amazement on his face, as he studied at my hairy cock and balls.

"I bet you've never seen one this big," I stated, smiling and stroking his hair. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll be gentle."

"You have the mark!" he exclaimed, in a hushed, yet surprised, tone.

"What?" I responded, confused.

"The mark. You have the mark! I must tell the Chief and the High Priest!" he added, much louder and more forcefully this time.

One minute I was waiting to receive my first ever blowjob from a seven-year old boy and the next he was practically dashing out of the hut. All thoughts of sex had apparently vanished from his mind, as he raced to other end of the village shouting something about a mark. Sadly, I pulled my underwear back on and waited to see if he might return, since I didn't know what else to do. A moment later, Jorim came back with the Chief, High Priest and Kimbe following him.

"Show them!" Jorim stated excitedly, almost making it sound as if he was giving me a command.

"Show them what?" I asked, bewildered.

"Your mark!" he answered. "Pull down your thing and let them see."

Wait a minute! Does he really just expects me to whip out my dick in front of Kimbe, my only real friend on the island, as well as the Chief and High Priest, whom I had never met? Getting naked in front of Jorim was one thing, because he and I were sharing a much more intimate connection, but doing it in front of all the others was a totally different story. However, I could tell this was important to him, so I began to consider his request. By this time, I could also see the looks on Kimbe, the Chief and the High Priest's faces, which told me they were also anxious to see my cock.

After some more soul searching, I reluctantly pulled my boxers down and showed them my package. All three of them, along with Jorim and the two guards, began talking excitedly and so fast that I couldn't understand what they were saying.

"What is it?" I asked Kimbe.

"You are the Marked One!" he replied. "You are the one destined to help us defeat the Far-islanders.

— 7 —

"Wait. I don't have any mark," I objected. "My body is free of moles and birthmarks of any kind."

"You have the mark right there," Kimbe proclaimed, while pointing at my groin.

"My large penis is a mark?" I asked, puzzled.

"No, what is around it is the mark," Kimbe responded. "The hair."

Suddenly, I began to understand. Since they all had the bodies of hairless, pre-pubescent boys, none of them had any bodily hair, except on their heads. Unexpectedly, my pubic patch became the mark they had been looking for.

"I think I should warn you that I'm not much of a fighter," I cautioned. "Whatever you are thinking, I'm not going to join you, if you are planning to attack the Far-islanders."

"You are not meant to end the war in battle, but with words," Kimbe told me.

"What words? What am I supposed to say?" I replied, bewildered.

"That only you know, but you will defeat them by showing them a new way and making them do what you say," Kimbe responded.

"And how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, sarcastically.

"You will find a way," Kimbe answered, showing more confidence in me than I had in myself.

"So I have to do this alone?" I pressed, as I began to consider my personal safety.

"No! I and some of the others will go with you to meet with the Far-islanders," Kimbe offered. "We will make certain that no harm comes to you."

I liked this idea better than going over there alone, although I wondered what was going to happen once we got to the other island. Would the Far-islanders attack us immediately, thinking we were there to harm them, or would they wait and see what we up to first? I had more than a few concerns, but Kimbe was insistent that this was the only way to do what was needed.

It was during these conversations that I became aware that Kimbe was the Chief's right hand man and top warrior, and that's why everyone else listened and obeyed when he spoke. They treated him with great deference and respect, but I had no time to consider this further, because he was giving me more details about what this so called mark meant.

From what he told me, their ancient prophecy foretold that someone with the mark, which I now knew was meant someone having reached puberty, would come to their island and help them defeat the Far-islanders and end the attacks. After thinking about this at some length, I concluded the role of the person with the mark would be much the same as an older, larger child or a parent mediating a dispute between groups of bickering children, except these children carried primitive weapons. The only unknown was how I supposed to make this happen?

As I continued to mull this over in my mind, I had a thought. If the Far-islanders bodies were as immature as Kimbe and the others were, then maybe it's possible that my mere size would be enough to intimidate them into agreeing with my demands. As I thought about this idea in greater depth, however, I realized my size hadn't helped me with Kimbe and his group, but at least this time I would have help, as well as some idea what I was up against.

Although I was hesitant to get involved, I felt that seeing Kimbe's group hadn't killed me and had been treating me fairly well, then the least I could do was try to help them end their long-standing dispute. If I was successful at this endeavor, then I might finally be able to meet Princess Sana and perhaps be offered her virginity as my reward, but I wasn't too sure about the marriage thing. No matter what they had in mind, I didn't plan to stay here with them forever. I hoped some day a passing merchant or naval vessel might rescue and return me to the world that I knew.

Although I preferred to meet her first, in order to be certain she was worth putting myself in such a dangerous situation, I was willing to take the chance. Kimbe told me I'd have to wait to meet the princess until after the Far-islanders were defeated, and since I wasn't exactly given a choice in the matter, what else could I do? They were convinced I was the answer to their longstanding problem, and I figured that since they were willing to protect me, the least I could do was to see what the Far-islanders were like and if it appeared as though I might be able to help in some way.

Once I agreed, they held a big feast in my honor and I was no longer considered a threat. After being stuffed with fruit and fish, as well as being thanked and congratulated by everyone in the village, Jorim invited me to spend the night at his house, rather than in the jail cell I had been held in. Seeing this sounded better than being alone, I agreed and followed him back to his abode. When we got inside, he told me to lie on his bedding and then made me an offer.

"I give you another massage?" he wondered, and I nodded slightly in response.

He began working my back with the same skill he had used before and then asked me to roll over, once he had finished there. As he was massaging my chest, I became so relaxed that I failed to notice he had fished my penis out of my boxers, since I hadn't put my shorts on after the High Priest and Kimbe had examined me for the mark. By the time I realized what he was doing, not only had Jorim brought me to erection, but he'd also sucked me to the point where I was nearly ready to explode.

"Jorim, you don't need to do this," I advised him, concerned.

"It is my honor and you will be more relaxed when you meet the Far-islanders tomorrow," he reasoned.

I knew he was correct in his assessment, but as soon as he finished speaking he went back to what he was doing, without my consent. Even though it was not something I would have considered doing before tonight, it did feel great, so I didn't object further. Before long, he enticed my seed from my loins and then cuddled up next to me, as I drifted into oblivion.

— 8 —

The next morning when I awoke, I was more refreshed than I had ever been and Jorim was still cuddled up tightly against me. When I sat up, Jorim jumped to his feet and quickly turned in my direction.

"Would you like for me to get you something to eat?" he asked.

"I think I'm capable of doing that for myself," I replied, "but you can show me where to go."

"I would gladly do it for you," he almost pleaded.

"Why don't we just go get something together," I countered, so I didn't hurt his feelings. Happily, he agreed.

As we were sitting and eating the fruit we had just collected, Kimbe came over to speak with us.

"We will be ready to leave when you have finished eating," he stated. "I have two canoes ready to use, so we can go to the Far-island. I don't believe they will attack us, unless we show signs that we are going to attack them."

"Well, let's not do that then, because I'm not good with sharpened sticks," I joked.

"Our spears are useful, but as you seem to know, it takes time to become good at using them," Kimbe replied.

I then followed him over to the far side of the island, where I discovered the two canoes he had referred to. Each so called canoe was nothing more than two hollowed out logs that had a couple of sturdy limbs lashing them together, both front and back, and tied in place with vines. At least doing this prevented the logs from rolling on the way across and drowning the occupants, so I was grateful for that.

Three people sat on either side of each canoe, which meant there would be a dozen of us making this journey. We each had a rough-hewn paddle, so we could help propel the canoe forward, plus we each had four spears lying next to us, in case we needed to use them later. I was told I was to hold one in my preferred hand, for throwing or thrusting, and the others in my off-hand, as backup.

Helping the others paddle across the watery expanse to Far-island took more out of me than I expected, but I was still ready to do whatever I needed to, in case the Far-islanders attacked. As I looked toward their island to see what I should expect, I could see numerous heads peering from around the various trees that lined the beach, but they weren't making any hostile gestures or threatening us from the shore. Instead, they seemed to be observing and merely waiting to see what we were up to.

When our canoes reached the shore, we pulled them up on the beach, so they wouldn't drift away on the tide while we were meeting with the Far-islanders. Once that had been accomplished, we stood next to the canoes and Kimbe shouted a greeting.

"We mean you no harm and only come to meet with your leaders," he began. "We will wait here until we receive their reply."

I'm not sure how long we waited there, but standing in the hot sun and under these circumstances, it seemed as if it took forever. I was about to ask Kimbe how long he was willing to wait, when I saw movement in the distance. As a group of similarly naked bodies approached us, I came to understand why Kimbe and the others thought the Far-islanders were hideous and deformed.

— 9 —

"They are girls," I whispered to Kimbe, shocked.

"You say that word before," Kimbe replied, while staring at me. "So your name for the Far-islanders is girls."

I could understand his confusion, so I attempted to explain what I meant in words that he could understand.

"The word 'girls' is referring to their bodies. They don't have penises, like you and I," I reasoned.

"Yes, they are deviations of nature," he agreed. "They have lumpy chests and no longer a penis. I think they cut them off, because I see some bleed from there before."

Although the oldest of the girls appeared to be no more than 12 or 13, they must have been able to menstruate, thus accounting for the blood that Kimbe had seen at some previous time.

"No, humans come in two sexes," I offered. "The males, like you and me, with a penis and the females, or girls, without a penis."

I decided not to get into a more in-depth explanation about vaginas and breasts, since we didn't have time, so I hoped this bit of information would suffice.

"They always this way then?" Kimbe countered.

"Yes, the same as you boys have always been like you are," I agreed.

Kimbe looked at me in disbelief, but didn't press the issue, because the other leaders arrived and issued their challenge.

"Why do you come to our island?" the spokeswoman asked. "What do you want?"

"We bring a Tall Boy, called Cassius, to find a way to end the attacks," Kimbe announced.

"You bring him to fight us?" she asked in response, while eyeing me cautiously.

"No, we come to talk," Kimbe corrected.

He look strange and have funny skin," she replied, while pointing at my boxers, which was all I'd been wearing lately.

"Take off your thing and show her you are like us," Kimbe urged.

Look, it was one thing for me to expose myself to so many people on their island, when they inspected me to confirm I had the mark, but doing the same in front of these females, this was a horse of a different color. I would be happy to do it one on one with them, but just dropping my drawers in front of the entire group seemed more than a little strange.

"His skin comes off?" she asked, looking confused, after hearing Kimbe's comment.

"What you see is not skin. It is an item of clothing that my people wear to protect our skin," I answered. "We make them to keep the sun from burning our skin and keep us warm in cold weather."

"That's silly and not natural," she objected. "It always warm here and you get used to sun."

I opted not to argue with her point, since I felt my task was nearly impossible already.

"Show her," Kimbe urged again.

Although I wasn't keen on the idea, I did it anyway, because I knew it would speed things up. Once I had removed my boxers, I heard the various females gasp.

"He have same ugly growth between his legs that all you Off-islanders have, except his is bigger," she stated, showing disgust.

Even though I may have been absent-mindedly admiring the bodies of some of the females in her group, they were obviously not interested in anything I had to offer. As I looked around, I could see that they all seemed to be making faces and whispering to each other after seeing my penis, so there was obviously no sexual attraction here.

"We come to talk, so we can come up with a way all islanders can live together without attacking one another," I suggested, in an attempt to draw attention away from my manhood.

After hearing what I'd just said, both sides began eyeing each other rather suspiciously, while furtively glancing at me. I think they all felt the aggression between their two groups had gone on too long to merely end it by holding talks.

"My name is Jonea and I am chief. Come to the village and we will sit down to talk," she offered. "Leave your spears here and we will not attack while we discuss this further."

Although Kimbe's followers were hesitant to proceed unarmed, he finally convinced them to do as they were told. After the boys placed their spears back into the canoes, and I had place my boxers in there as well, Kimbe introduced himself and then we were all led to the females' village.

— 10 —

Since there was no building large enough for us to meet in, we sat in the shady open space between the various huts. The girls sat on one side and the boys on the other, so I placed myself off to one side, halfway between the two groups.

"We listen to what you have to say," Jonea stated, once we all were seated, so I knew all eyes were focused on me.

"Ok, then let's discuss why you attack each other," I began. "Who wants to start?"

I looked between Kimbe and Jonea and neither seemed eager to share this information with me, so I glared at Kimbe, hoping it would be enough to motivate him to respond.

"They have things we need and want," Kimbe finally offered, after a little more prompting.

"And how about you, Jonea?" I pressed.

"They have things we need and want also," she replied.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, I discovered that each islands had different fruits that grew there naturally, but which both groups desired. They also had different types of fish and other marine creatures that also played a big part in their diet. Although the answer to this problem seemed to elude them, I thought the solution was fairly obvious.

"I believe we can end the attacks by establishing trade," I offered.

"What is trade?" Jonea asked, while looking perplexed.

"Yes, what is trade?" Kimbe added, equally confused.

"Trade is when you give something to another person or group, so they will give you something equally valuable in return," I explained. "What this means is that if you will take some of the different items that the other group desires over to their island, then they will give you an equal amount of items you desire in return."

"We could do that," Kimbe agreed, "if they would do the same."

"We would do the… what you call it again?" Jonea asked.

"A trade," I replied.

"We would do a trade, as long as we get as much of the things we want for what we give," Jonea offered.

"It will take many canoes to do this, because it is hard to carry a lot those things at one time," Kimbe noted. "There is very little room in canoes, because you need many paddles, so it will take many trips. That is why we have to attack so often."

"What if I can show you a way to modify your canoes so there will be a platform on which you can load more of the things you are trading?" I mused. "Since you are not attacking each other when you do this, you will have more time to secure your load, so you can take more of these things with you at one time."

Both sides seemed very interested in my proposal, so I led them back to where we'd left the canoes and explained how this could be done. I told them how they could use longer branches to secure the front and backs of the two dugouts together, which would create a larger space between them. Then, they could take other branches and place them crossways, between those two limbs, to provide a suitable platform on which they could place their goods, both coming and going. When I looked up, everyone was nodding his or her head in understanding and looking at me as if I had just solved the riddle to the universe.

Once they agreed they could modify their canoes in this fashion, they then agreed to trade every other day, since the fruits and other food spoiled rather quickly in the hot climate. They also agreed to alternate the trip between the two islands, with the boys going to the girls' island first and then girls making a similar trip to the boys' island two days later. They would then continue to alternate in this fashion from that point on.

"I thank you for helping us come up with this method. I think this will end future attacks," Jonea agreed, "as long as the Off-islanders are willing."

"We are and this seems like a fair way to get what we each need and end the attacks," Kimbe agreed.

Now that our negotiations had concluded, we got back in our canoes and began to paddle back to the other island. Even though I was in the canoe and paddling along with the others, my head was swimming. My mind was consumed with the idea of finally getting to meet Sana and what that might lead to. I wondered if she would be as beautiful as I imagined and if we'd be attracted to each other, although I assumed she would go along with her father's wishes, even if it wasn't exactly what she had in mind. Kimbe must have guessed my thoughts, because he shouted over at me, since we were sitting across from each other, at the front of the opposing dugouts.

"You will meet Sana soon," Kimbe told me, with a smile. "Now that we have a way to get the things we desire without having to attack or being attacked, then I am sure the Chief will look at this as though you have defeated the Far-islanders. They will no longer be our enemies and we will no longer have to guard against them."

I hope the Chief saw things the same way Kimbe did, but seeing Kimbe was his trusted confidant, then I was fairly certain he would. Now, I looked forward to finally meeting Sana. He name was lovely and seemed to have a melodic quality to it, so I prayed she was worthy of her lovely moniker.

— 11 —

When we got back to the island, Kimbe ran to tell the Chief the good news, before telling the others. The Chief decided to throw a huge feast to celebrate the good news, although Kimbe told me that he wanted to wait until the next full moon before deciding if the Far-islanders had been truly defeated. However, that evening, at the feast, I was presented to Sana.

The shock I felt must have registered on my face and I'm sure everyone noticed. In fact, I think Sana, the Chief and everyone else began to worry that I was going to refuse my reward. It wasn't that Sana was homely or anything like that, it was just that Sana was a boy, not a girl.

I should have realized there were only males on the island, all of whom were attracted to other males, so why would there be only one female? This wasn't exactly like the cartoon of the Smurfs, where there was only one Smurfette, and I ended up gawking at Sana, as I considered my faulty assumption.

"Are you not pleased?" Kimbe whispered, while hoping to find out what was going on in my mind, before I insulted the Chief and the Princess.

"I'm sorry. I was just surprised is all," I managed to reply.

"Is Sana not beautiful?" Kimbe pressed, trying to understand what was going on in my mind.

"Sana is very beautiful," I mumbled back. "In fact, Sana is probably the most beautiful of anyone I have seen since I've been here."

Indeed, he was quite beautiful. He appeared to be 10 or 11 years old, had dark hair and very dark, almost hypnotic eyes and a slender body. Although he was toned, his body was slightly effeminate, since his hips were rounder and more full than most males, and he had a wonderful, bubble-butt. No matter what else I may have thought, I found his outward countenance to be extremely pleasing and alluring.

Once he'd heard my response, Kimbe smiled and nodded toward the Chief. I wasn't lying, because Sana was beautiful and had this lovely androgynous appeal, except there was a penis, which I hadn't expected. Sana, however, was brought over and introduced to me. After we exchanged greetings, Sana sat down beside me, so we could talk.

"Are you pleased?" Sana asked, seeing he was somewhat unsure about my initial reaction.

"I am," I confessed. "Although you weren't exactly what I was expecting, you are very attractive and I find you fascinatingly appealing."

"So you will take my hand in marriage?" he asked next.

"Sana, where I come from, we take our time and get to know each other first, before we think about marriage," I explained. "We have only just met, but once we get to know each other better, then we can discuss the possibility of marriage."

I'm not certain Sana understood my response, so he was possibly even a little unsure about his future, but we talked and gradually got to know each other better. During our discussion, I learned that he had lived an isolated life, away from the others on the island, so no one would inadvertently despoil him and take his virginity. I also learned that the term princess was merely the word they chose to use to refer to the Chief's child and was not gender specific, as it was in our language. It looked as if this was one detail I had missed when I first learned their language.

During our time together, I learned that Sana was not only quite attractive, but he was also very interesting to speak with. I found myself becoming drawn to him and attracted in ways I never thought possible. Back home, I had been completely straight and had sex with girls, but since I'd been here on the island, I've found myself getting aroused watching others have sexual encounters and now I found myself strangely attracted to Sana.

Later that evening, after we had feasted, Sana and I had to come before the Chief. When we did, he told me what was to come next.

"It is time for you to dance with Sana," he announced, beaming with pride.

I agreed to do this, since I didn't want to offend anyone, and then they tied Sana's right wrist to my left wrist using a vine. I suspected this was just one of their traditions when dancing, so once we were connected in this fashion, Sana taught me the dance we were going to do. We did the series of intricate steps while moving around the bonfire several times, but we did it by ourselves. I was surprised the others didn't join in and dance with us, but I suppose this was purely out of deference to Sana's position within the group. When we finished our dance, the Chief came over and hugged me and kissed Sana on the forehead, before she began gently tugging on my arm.

"Come with me," he urged. "You will no long sleep in the place you have been kept. Tonight I will take you to our hut."

— 12 —

Our hut? I wasn't sure what this meant, but I willingly followed him as he led me to a mud hut at the opposite end of the village from where I'd been staying. This house seemed larger than the other's I'd seen, possibly due to my elevated status of being the 'marked one,' but it certainly looked more comfortable. Sana led me inside and pointed at the much larger, and probably much softer, sleeping mat.

"You lie there and I give you a massage," Sana instructed, while pointing toward the mat.

Actually, the idea of having a massage sounded good to me, since I'd been so tense before going over to the Far-island and then during our meeting with them, so I did as he said. Sana also asked me to remove my clothing when he did this, and seeing I was becoming comfortable allowing everyone to see me naked, I had no problem doing this now.

Sana was tender, yet firm, as he manipulated the muscles in my back, shoulders, arms and legs. Gradually, I could actually feel the muscles starting to loosen up again, as my body began to relax. He was nearly as good as Jorim had been, possibly just as good as when the other boy had given me massages previously.

"Roll over," Sana urged, once he had finished working on my back.

Obediently, I rolled over and Sana began a similar process on my front side. When he finished, I was completely relaxed and my head was floating in pure bliss, so much so that I didn't realize he now engulfed my penis with his mouth. Delicately, he brought me to complete arousal, yet I was totally oblivious to what he was doing. I was merely lost in the wonderful sensations I had been receiving from his ministrations and didn't notice what he'd begun doing next.

"You take my virginity now," Sana suddenly announced, snapping me out of the haze I currently found myself in.

"Uh, about that," I stammered. "Shouldn't we be married first, before we do anything like that?"

"We are married. We were married at the feast," Sana announced. This news came as a total shock to me.

"When did that happen?" I challenged, as I tried to think back upon what we had done earlier.

"When we did the marriage dance around the fire," Sana stated, in a very matter-of-fact tone. "Our arms were joined and we danced in front of the whole village so they could see that I am yours."

I was still considering this and wondering if that's all it took in this society for two people to be wed, when I felt Sana sit down on my erect shaft.

"Wait! You're going to hurt yourself," I yelled out, seeing I was much larger in this department than anyone else on the island.

"No, I have prepared for this moment," Sana replied. "I have used many things to get ready to accept you and now you take my virginity."

By the time he'd finished saying this, he had my dick completely inside of his slender frame. I was amazed that he had done it so easily, but I was even more surprised by the wonderfully tight fit and intense heat of his bowels, as they engulfed my cock. Sana then rode me more expertly than any girl I had ever been with and I realized sex with another male was much more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. After getting over the initial and pleasant surprise, I sat up, guided Sana's body backward, until he was lying on the sleeping mat, and then I began to pummel his innards in earnest. I kept this up for over a half hour, before I felt my seed erupt from my shaft and coat Sana's interior lining.

"That was wonderful," Sana gushed. "You like too."

"More than you can realize, my love," I answered, and then I began to kiss him with as much passion as I had ever kissed anyone before.

Sana and I grew very close and I was totally in love with him. I would never have guessed something like this would ever happen to me, but it had. I was completely infatuated with my 'bride' and happier than any man had the right to be. We made love every day, sometimes more than once, and the Chief was thrilled to have me as his son-in-law.

A couple of months later, Sana told me that he was with child. That's when I first came to learn that the male bodies on this island had somehow adapted and developed the internal organs of both sexes, although they only had the external organs of a male. The baby would grow inside of the male, once the sperm of another male impregnated him, but the birth was much different than what we were used to. They knew when they were giving birth, because the sensations were quite dissimilar to their other bodily functions, and the baby was very tiny. I guess the best way to explain the situation would be to compare it to a marsupial birth.

As soon as the 'baby' was born, it was placed in a pouch made from leaves and fastened to the 'mother's' body, just below the breast. The mother produced milk, the same as any mammal mother did, and the infant nursed that way for the first month or two. The growth spurt for the infant was significantly more rapid than that of an actual human child and at two months the child was big enough to move around on its own, although it continued to stay close to its mother, and was able to eat the same food as everyone else. It took less than six-months before the child was the size of what I'd consider a normal 4 or 5-year old, but maturity came with them looking 12 or younger.

I'm not exactly sure how this process worked for the girls of the Far-island, but in talking with them during trading missions, I pieced together that the process for them was similar as for the boys. When they became old enough to menstruate and produce eggs, the eggs were already fertilized, but only attached and started to grow in their bodies if they had been aroused and stimulated in a certain fashion by their partner. They would then give birth in the same way our females do, but the babies started out smaller and grew much more rapidly, such as they did for the boys. Nature had taken care of the reproductive process, once the sexes had separated and showed preference for their own kind.

I spent the rest of my life living with Sana and raising our two sons. We also eventually had grandchildren and great-grandchildren and it was a marvelous life. We never again experienced any attacks by the Far-islander and the trading process continues to this day. I guess if my plane had to crash and my old life was destined to come to an end, I couldn't have chosen a better place for it to happen.

The End