Anthropologist's raw research.

[Tanbbottom]

My research has always been around man on man sex. Not surprising as a Northamerican gay man. 

I especially focused on tribes in remote places with extremely limited exposure to the outside world. 

I was always keenly aware of the ethical dilemma. My very presence, even if I kept it small would already introduce an element of outer world contamination. I always did my best to take a Jane Woodall minimalist approach.

Of the twelve tribes I had spent extensive time observing all had what we in modern day NA culture would call gay sex. None of them had our hangups about it. And none of them labeled the men who took part,  nor the activity itself. It was just seen as a natural part of a man's sexual nature 

Even though a sexually active gay man myself I had never indulged in sexual activity during my research. That self imposed abstinence was about to change on my next project. 

I had secured funds for a three month research project in the deep jungles of Papua New Guinea with the Simbari people. 

For the first month I didn't even approach their deeply remote location. I simply interviewed as many people that lived around their territory. 

Few, very few had actually met a Simbari. Mostly they shared rumors they had heard over the years of this idilic Shaguila and the beautiful people that lived there and worked very hard to remain isolated. Only two men had actually bumped into a hunter on the outskirts of their territory.  This happened on two different occasions, but both men's experience was the same, and their descriptions of the native seemed identical. 

They shared no common language but for some reason the hunter chose to feed them at his campfire. After the meal he stripped off the  loin clothe, his only apparel and began stroking his impressive cock. When it was very firm, thick and ten inches in length he coached them to take his erection in their mouth and he face fucked them until He filled their mouths with the most amazing tasting cum. 

He then made it clear it was time for them to get lost. 

This had happened 7 years before. Each had scoured the same territory but had never come across the generous hunter again. 

The second man offered act as my guide me through this wilderness. 

After a week of hacking our way through the jungle and moving around our primitive camp we stopped by a stunning river and harvested a fine fresh fish dinner. 

Over the course of the meal my guide enquired about the nature of my research. After we had finished eating he asked me if I wanted him to demonstrate the Simbari hunters offer of hospitality after a similar meal. 

My guide was a handsome small man, and I had been intrigued by this ritual ever since the first time I heard about it. I enthusiastically agree. 

Stripped down my guide was all muscle and had a skin of beautiful tan colouring. His cock was an adequate 6.5 inches and hardened up quickly. 

As I sat on a fallen log he approached me and offered his cock to my mouth. I sucked it in eagerly and proceeded to suck with my gay abandon. 

He pulled out and explained that's not how the ritual worked. I was not to offer oral ministrations, just an open mouth. 

When I followed directions he inserted again. Grabbed the back of my head and face fucked me until he was pumping his sperm deep down my throat. 

Before he finished he pulled back so the last few cum shoots filled my mouth cavity. He made no protest when I swallowed. 

We spent the next few hours sitting around the campfire nude as we deconstructed the ritual and shared about other sexual encounters we'd had over the years. 

When it was time for bed he invited onto his bed roll. 

I lay on my side and he spooned in behind me. Soon his erect cock head teased at my hole. I rolled over and asked if he had a condom. 

He laughed; "We're in deep wilderness, why would I have a condom?"

I laughed and responded, "Much as I would enjoy you fucking me, I only play safe."

By now his hand was on my hard tool. "Are you certain? Because your man handle sends a different message."

He was not wrong. It had been so long since I had had any action that all the sex talk and load of his cum I had swallowed had me very horned up. 

I assured him that despite the evidence to the contrary I was sure. "I only play safe. "

But I didn't leave his bed. I just turned and lay back on my side. 

That's when he started playing unfair. He shifted down and was eating and rimming my ass quite expertly. I couldn't contain my groans of satisfaction. 

His fingers started entering me and I knew I was likely to loose control of my resistance. 

When he moved back up to spoon me his hard cock head was right back at my rear entrance. 

" OK, just the tip. " I relented. 

He didn't hesitate to breach and penetrate my hole with his raw cock. 

After the pain settled he asked me;"So should I pull out now?"

"No. It feels too good. Just push in a bit. "

He did. It felt exquisite!

"Just bottom out. Then cover up. " I asked. 

"We already established, I have no 'cover '"

"Fuck,  I still need you to bottom out. "

He did.

"Fuck me!" It all felt so good the words were out of my mouth before I even noticed. 

He spoon fucked me until we both became uncomfortable. 

I rolled onto my back, raised my legs and watched as he mounted me raw and missionary. 

Deep kissing was added to the vigorous fuck and after fifteen minutes of heaven he stopped kissing to proclaim, "I'm very close. Where do you want my load. "

"Fuck it, fuck me, cum in my ass,  just fuckin breed me!"

And he did. That time and two more times before morning. 

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My guide bred me multiple times per day after that. Only rarely at bedtime. Always bent over a large stump, leaning against a thick tree trunk. His favorite was any stream or pool big enough to skinny dip. I never climbed out without another deposit of his baby makers painting my gut walls. 

Another month passed and we didn't seem to be getting any closer to our goal of finding the remote tribe let alone the one scout that my guide had met and drank the cum out of years before 

Then one day I was bent over a large log getting my second pummel fuck of the day. Just as my guide and fucker grunted his orgasm and filled me yet once again I noticed a set of eyes large as saucers  peaking through the bush directly in front of me. 

Before I could say anything the male loin clothe clad native burst out of the bush towards us. 

As he pealed his cloth revealing a massive quickly hardening piss canon, my guide pulled out and backed away, I’m assumed in shock. 

The native was quickly sniffing and fingering my dripping hole. 

Inspection finished he quickly stood and penetrated my vulnerable ass with his massive pole.

Grabbing my hair to stabilize me he proceeded to pound the shit out of me. This was figuratively  thankfully not having any in me. 

It was not long before he too was groaning in satisfaction as my insides were flooded with a warm sensation. 

When he pulled out he grabbed his loin clothe  threw me over his shoulder and carried me off into the jungle. 

I watched in dismay as my guide stood in frozen shock and disappeared in the jungle canopy. 

After three hours of being carried I was bent over another fallen log,  fucked and filled one more time. 

The difference after this pounding is I was invited to share in a lite meal with my new host. Then we set off walking together. 

That night we slept by a stream. He pulled me into his bedroll  spooned and fucked me. In the morning we washed in the stream and set out for another long day of hiking. 

For the next five days we followed the daily pattern, bath, hike, fuck,  eat, hike  fuck, hike, fuck, eat, hike, fuck, hike, fuck, eat,  fuck, sleep. Waking in the morning it would all start again. This natives capacity to regenerate loads of cum was astounding!

Half way through the sixth day, a morning of which he refrained from breeding me we arrived at what I could only assume was his tribal village. The community I had set out to find in hopes I could observe from a distance and have as little actual contact as possible. 

A great hue and cry spread as I was led into the central gathering place. 

I was tied to a structure like a St. Andrew’s Cross facing a raised platform or diase. My captor mounted this and proceeded to give some kind of speech to the entire gathering. 

Then he jerked himself hard, stuck his cock in my mouth and proceeded to face fuck me in front of the entire gathering. Everyone watched in silence as if this were some sacred ritual. 

When the flood of his orgasm sleuced down my throat he began the most intense chant. 

This chant continued until every last adult male deposited their man juice either down my throat or up my ass. 

I had hopped to study this tribe without any contaminating contact, but here I was the central figure in this orgasmic tribal ritual. 

Emotionally I was caught up in this bizarre mix of loving the copious sexual attention, yet I had a growing sense of dread. How would this end? My mind and imagination went to the worst. 'They are marinating my body to use me as a human sacrifice. Worse than that I became convinced they had conablistic tendency and my body was slated for their next feast. 

I figured my nightmare imagination was coming to fruition when my captor picked up a huge sword, stopped his chant and approached me. 

I fainted. 

I awoke in a thatch roofed hunt with stunning woven tapestries of mass orgies adorning the walls. I was being gently,even lovingly sponge bathed by three naked very androgynous looking young men. 

Before they finished one left and returned with the most masculine, beautifully man I had ever seen in my life. 

My three bathers proceeded to help this man out of his royal looking regalia and lavish head dress. 

When the two of us were finally alone he looked into my eyes with the most intense none threatening gaze. He held this until some semblance of understanding clicked in me and I nodded. I knew I was giving consent,  but to what I had no idea. 

It didn't take long to find out. 

This naked god of a man approached me, lifted and spread my legs. He crouched and sucked the tribes male juices out of my ass before plunging his more than adequate man sword into my prone hole. 

What followed was nothing short of the most awesome exquisite love making I had ever had in my entire life. It went on for hours  and hours only stopping to consume together generous amounts of delicious food brought in by my three naked bathers.

How many times this god of a man bred me I cannot tell you, so often I lost track. 

Blasting inside me one last time I fell into the deep sleep of the dead.

 

[shinelover]

Fuck, that last part would be a dream cum true!!! 

[Niceroundass]

Amazing Great piece, I hope there are might more you would like to share when you have time to do so !!!

[plisken]

Inspiring - oh getting native cock

[Tanbbottom]

 

I would extend my stay with this isolated tribe an extra three months, I was so deeply captivated by their gentle generous spirits. The tremendous amount of uninhibited and deeply fulfilling sex was definitely another factor.

Although I would have romps from time to time with other men in the tribe I lived with their king, and it was him who mostly dominated my body and consistently flooded my ass with his life generating sperm. If he could have gotten me pregnant, he would have many times over.

He was a brilliant man and excellent teacher. He slowly and gradually taught me their language, and his capacity to learn and master English was astounding. He shared freely and taught me about all the intricacies of their sheltered culture. He even shared the secrets of how they protected themselves and kept themselves cut off from the outside world. Their deep spirituality and rituals had much to do with this.

The one scout that patrolled the perimeters of their territory was a central and key player in their isolation strategy. On the rare occasion that he would come across an outside male he would dominate them with the ritual of fucking their faces and forcing them to drink his sperm. Unbeknownst to these men the fluids would travel to their brain and cause them to forget the location they had found the scout in the jungle. This is why it had taken many years of searching before the one guide I had used to happen upon the tribal scout. Even then the scout had observed these men many times over the years, but his mere proximity would veer their course away from him and the isolated community.

When I asked why I had been treated differently I learned how I had been the first person ever to be brought into the isolated community and why.

Legend was that if an outsider that had drunk the scouts sperm impregnated another with his sperm within proximity of the isolated village that impregnated individual would gain the power to find and infiltrate the tribe.

Seeing my guide breed me, the tribal scout knew he must take action immediately. That is why he sexually dominated me and filled my ass with his magic sperm to control me so the tribe could determine if I was a threat or not.

The first ritual of cum loads down my throat and up my ass was to flood me with the communal spiritual nature of the tribe. The months of my time with the King was their ongoing careful discernment of my intentions.

The King assured me that each day they grew more confident that my intentions were honourable and not a threat to their ongoing isolation.

Before I could return to my outside world life there would be one more spiritual ritual with their tribal shaman that I still had not met. Every one of my daily activities had been reported to the shaman. He had the power to asses this information and was growing more comfortable each day that I might be ready to be sent back to my regular life.

Two weeks later the three naked king assistants entered the hut to watch the king breed me for the last time. Even before the kings magnificent cock was removed from my dripping ass my hands were bound behind my back and I was blindfolded.

I spent the next three hours being led through the dense jungle. Finally, the blindfold was removed, and I stood before the entrance to a cave. The three-assistance vanished into thin air and only then did an elderly man supported by a walking stick and wearing only a loin cloth walk out of the cave.

He didn’t speak a word but I knew without a doubt that he was inviting me inside. I followed him in and was astounded by the beauty of the inner cave.

A beautifully appointed room surrounded an emerald central pool of water. I was certain I was now in the presence of the tribal shaman, and I knew I never wanted to leave such a spiritually grounded being.

He dipped an ornately etched silver goblet into the pool and offered me a drink of the most refreshing delicious cocktail I had ever tasted. My entire body filled with a comforting warmth and my mind began to spin with the best high, beyond my experience or imagination.

I was led to a king-size bed and invited to lie down. The elderly, no ancient, shaman removed his lion cloth, climbed between my legs and slid his now ridged raw 12-inch erection into my waiting ass.

There was no discomfort whatsoever! It was like silk meeting silk. I have no idea how long this love making continued and I didn’t care, it could last the rest of my life as far as I was concerned.

I began to notice a blush on the sage’s shoulders which grew darker and darker. Then I could see he grew younger and younger as if magically transforming by a reversed time machine. Every few seconds more and more of his former handsome beauty was restored and the vigor of his fucking increased. How I was not being destroyed by the power of his thrusts was beyond my understanding. By the time he was returned to his mid-twenties virility, stature and unbelievable good looks he began to climax deep within my being. I could feel the ambrosia of his life force flooding my guts, then stomach, working its way through my entire system until it encompassed an embraced my entire brain.

It took a full ten minutes for both of us to regain our breath. I too had convulsed with the most intense orgasm.

After he gently pulled out, he led me for a dip in the magic pool. Here my skin felt as if it was sparkling with cleansing electricity and he returned to his ancient body form.

Once again we drank from the magic pool this time reclining in the most comfortable hanging chairs.

Without words we had the most intense conversation. He was deeply curious about what I had seen and heard during my time with his community. He listened with such gentle attentiveness. He caringly negotiated with me the terms of my return to the outside world. He never forced his conditions patiently having us come to mutually agreed upon parameters. I was in 100 percent agreement before we shook hands in a gentleman’s agreement.

The conditions? I would never write a paper about my anthropological finds, in fact I would emerge with total amnesia about my encounter with his isolated tribe. The only memories I would be taking back to the outside world would be a vague and satisfying memory of the magnificent sexual encounters; the memories I have written about here. I would even forget the deep and meaningful relationships I had developed, even that with their king. Every word of their vocabulary would disappear. Every connection of the sex to their deep spiritual rituals would be gone.

After the handshake I was led back to the king-size bed and lovingly ravished once more. Once again, the revers time machine worked it’s magic on his ancient body. Once again, his precious liquids filled and claimed my body and mind. This time to the point I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I was naked, prone and hanging in the sling of one of my favorite bath houses back home. A stunning mid-forties bear was pulling his deflating thick naked cock out of my dripping ass hole.

A group of 10 hunky men stood watching with lustful hunger in their eyes. As each of them took their turn fucking and breading me I had no recollection of what you have just read.

Six months of my life had disappeared into complete amnesia. I couldn’t even remember my research project and all records of the funding or plans had totally disappeared. But I felt no remorse. In fact I had never felt more content, happy and fulfilled, a deep peace, meaning and purpose that would sustain me for the rest of my life. Oh, yeah, and my vigorous and active sex life never abated orabandoned me. It was as if I had magically been transformed into an enticing sexual magnet.