There was a dramatic change in our life when another man washed up on our shore. OnTanus found the body. I didn't recognize him at first. It turned out to be one of the guests from our ill fated voyage, a man named Don. He was from Chicago and had kept to his stateroom on the voyage. I don't think we said more than a few words the entire trip.
At first I thought he was dead, but I realized that couldn't be. He would have smelled. He was in a coma, or in shock. We carried him to shelter and tried to revive him. He had been in the water for a while.
He finally woke up, but he was hallucinating. I imagine this was caused by dehydration and exposure, but seeing naked Neanderthals probably didn't help him regain his wits. He slipped in and out of consciousness and sanity for several days.
Carlo was good about feeding him and this had beneficial effect after a week or so. He gained strength and finally began to talk. He had been a somewhat unwilling traveler on the ill fated yacht. Don was a Methodist missionary who had hitched a ride. Apparently one of the guests felt guilty and gave him a berth.
The pirates captured him, but he had escaped after several months. Apparently his missionary status had amused them. He was kept as a court jester by the leader of the band. He still had hallucinations and didn't seem to have a clear grip on reality on a regular basis. He finally began to talk.
"Is everyone naked here?" he asked me. "Where are my clothes? Where am I?"
"You're on an island," I explained. "We're with a primitive tribe. They may look scary, but they're friendly."
"Are you sure?" he asked. He looked uncertain.
"There are no problems at all," I said.
"Can you get me some clothes?"
"There aren't any on the island," I explained. "They don't have them and wouldn't understand. Don't worry; it's only men in this camp. The women are on the other side of the island."
"I'm fat," Don said.
"Not anymore," I replied. "I wouldn't recommend it, but getting abducted by pirates seems to be a good weight reduction scheme."
"You're kidding!" he said. He tried to get up. Don was still weak. On Tanus came over to help. Don looked scared. "They're not human, are they?"
"As far as I can tell, they're Neanderthals," I explained. "They are proto humans. Very friendly though."
With me on one side and OnTanus on the other, we got him up and took him on a short walk. He had lost much of his muscle tone and needed help. We got him back to his shelter. Carlo brought him some food. We sat. OnTanus was next to me. He leaned over and began to suck my cock.
Don had a shocked expression on his face. "Oh my God!" he whispered.
"The Neanderthals have some unexpected ways to display friendship," I said. "It was a surprise at first, but it's as ordinary as shaking hands for them."
"It doesn't look much like shaking hands to me," Don said. "I'm a Baptist."
I smiled. "The Neanderthals aren't Baptists. As far as I can tell, they lead a peaceful and quiet life. This island is warm all year and there is plenty of food. I think fire was the last technological breakthrough they've experienced," I explained. "They seem to have no toys and few tools. They entertain themselves with themselves."
"Are they all gay?"
"Not as far as I can tell," I said. "Sex between men is recreational, rather then sexual. The women live apart. Overpopulation is the greatest threat to the island well being. They mate once a year and very carefully. Man to man sex is for entertainment and friendship."
"This is unbelievable," Don said. "I could never do anything like that."
"Are you a missionary?"
"Yes, I was to go to Papua and New Guinea," Don said.
"Did they tell you about the need to adapt to local conditions and situations?"
Don nodded.
"Well this is one of those situations. They'll think you don't like them if you don't participate. Genital contact is a part of daily life," I explained. "They might be insulted." Don didn't look convinced, but I could tell he was thinking about it. He was still very week and he fell asleep. OnBanus came to watch over him and I went to talk with Angus.
"I'm afraid Don may not be as adaptable to our local habits as he might be," I said. "He discovered the Neanderthal handshake."
Angus laughed. "It had to happen sometime," he said. "Was he shocked?"
"Taken aback is more correct a way to describe it," I replied. "Dazed and confused might be another way. I have a slight suspicion genital stimulation wasn't a part of his daily life." Angus reached over and played with my cock. "I'm worried. He may screw things up."
"I wouldn't worry yet," Angus said. "Sex is a powerful drive. It may be hard to adapt to new customs, but once Don discovers the pleasures of regular orgasms, there will be a powerful incentive to adapt."
"I hope so. I hate the idea Don might decide to convert the tribe to Christianity," I said. "It's a paradise here now. I admit it's primitive, but it's a paradise none the less."
"Amen brother!" Angus replied.
I didn't need to worry. When I went to see Don the next morning, he was asleep with one of the new boys nursing on his cock like a baby. Don looked positively blissful. When he woke up he started apologizing at once.
"Don't tell anyone this happened. Please don't," he begged.
"It's not a problem," I said. "Here it's considered good for an older man to help the younger ones. They regard it as being admirable, not sinful."
"But it is a sin!" he cried. Don was really worked up, almost panicky. "The boy just came up to me and started to play with my penis. I didn't stop him."
"You're lucky you didn't stop him. It would be considered a great insult," I said. "As Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
"It's still a sin!"
"I'm not sure about that," I said. "It's a normal part of life here. I was taught you need to intend to be sinful. They can't conceive of it as being bad. It doesn't occur to the tribe that cock play is a problem. It's just something for friends to share."
"This boy doesn't even know me," Don protested. "I'm a stranger."
"He's just being neighborly," I explained. "You are a stranger here without friends. They also think sexual activity makes you stronger. He's just trying to help you out. He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"Oh no. It didn't hurt at all," Don said. He was silent for a minute or two. "Can I tell you something very private? I don't want anyone else to know," he whispered. I got close to him and said yes.
"I was married for a short while," Don whispered. "We were both virgins when we married. I couldn't do it. I had believed sex outside of marriage is dirty, but when I got married it was still dirty. I just couldn't get hard. She wanted kids, so we got a divorce. I got hard with the Neanderthal, harder than I had ever been before. I've never felt anything like that."
"Did you feel dirty with the boy?" I asked.
"That's what's so strange. It didn't seem dirty at all," Don confessed. "It seems so wrong. I enjoyed it."
I took a wild stab in the dark. "Maybe this is where God meant for you to be," I suggested. "Casual sex play between men is a part of daily life here. Perhaps you felt no guilt because this is part of the plan for your life? The Neanderthals are a species of man we have thought vanished thousands of years ago. Could you be the one to minister to them?"
For a complete stab in the dark I hit pay dirt. This made sense to Don. "Do you think I should convert them?" he asked.
"I'd learn the language first and become acquainted with their ways," I suggested. "They are a friendly people and you need to become one of them. We've been the first strangers they've encountered in thousands of years."
"You're right about that," Don replied. "I'm not a fire and brimstone style preacher anyway. There were some at the seminary who thought you should preach even if the natives didn't understand what you were saying. They thought the energy and sincerity would convert your listeners. It never worked for me."
Sanus and OnTanus came over to us with some fruit. The boy who had been with Don the night before had reported that Don's man milk was watery. They thought he needed to eat more.
"He is so weak, we can give him our milk," OnTanus suggested. "Our milk is thick and creamy. It will give him strength." He was fondling my cock as we spoke. Sanus was feeding Don.
"I will talk to him," I said. "He is from a distant place and he has never drunk man milk."
"Milk makes you strong," OnTanus said. "Mine is very thick." I knew this was important to the men. I got on my knees and sucked him for while to make sure he realized I appreciated the offer. Sanus were stroking Don's cock. Don reached out and played with Sanus's member.
Don looked unhealthy to the tribe, pale and weakly. On the ship he had been fat, pasty and grayish in skin tone. He was much thinner now and was pink. He actually looked better than he had before the pirate attack. On the ship, I thought he was a middle aged man. He was actually in his early thirties. The weight and too much religion made him look older than his years.
Don had a dusting of hair on his chest, but a thick pubic bush. He had big balls in a wrinkled sack and what appeared to be an average cock. Uncut, I could see a bulge in the tube of soft skin. I hadn't seen him hard so I had no idea what it was like in action.
When they left I explained the situation to Don. He purported to be shocked, but I didn't detect any real sincerity in his objections. He wanted me to talk him into it. Angus was a perceptive man. Don had suppressed a normal gay sex drive. He wanted sexual experience, but needed a way to do it and hold onto his Baptist view of life.
I don't find the Baptist pious posturing attractive and I toyed with the idea of encouraging him to stay pure and avoid sex. I was sure he wanted a trip on the wild side, and I would force him to admit he wanted it. I didn't do that. He had been through a lot and there was a good chance Don would be a happier man if he acted like a man rather than a saint.
I got close to him. "Don, they think they will give you some of their strength and power by giving you their seed," I whispered. "I know that's not true, but it's one of the few things than can do. It's a great honor they would do it for you. You are a stranger to them. They are acting like the Good Samaritan. There is no requirement they help you. It is only because of there generous spirit."
"How would they give me their. . . seed?" he asked.
"I'm afraid there's only one way," I whispered. "You'd have to suck it from their cocks."
"I couldn't do that," he said, protesting weakly. "It's dirty."
I smiled. "I thought that the first time I did it with them," I continued whispering, "but they are obsessively clean. It was a shock to me when I discovered that. They bathe in the sea or in streams several times a day. I think that's part of why they have survived."
"They are really clean?" he asked. I noticed his cock was getting firm. We talked for a while longer. I explained the tribesmen were innocents, living in a state of nature. "I'm not sure what they do is sex in a western sense," I said. "I haven't noticed any sign of jealousy, or envy. You have relationships with everyone. You don't pick a favorite." He may have been indecisive, but his cock wasn't.
"Sort of like Adam and Eve before the fall?" Don asked.
"Yes, except this is Adam and Adam," I replied. Don understood that.
"I guess it could do it, if it's that important," Don said.
"When I said it was just fun to them not sex, I should clarify it some," I continued. "It is sex with respect to pleasure. It's intensely pleasurable. Too tell you the truth, I wasn't sure I'd like their cum, but that wasn't a problem. "
"What do you mean?"
"They think of cum as the ultimate taste treat. If I didn't like it and take it all, they'd be insulted," I explained. "I got really turned on by having this primitive Neanderthal draining his balls into my mouth. I got excited by their orgasm. Their cum is very thick and a bit sweet. I think it must be due to all the fruit they eat." Don was hooked.
That afternoon three of the younger men, OnGanus, OnTanus and OnBanus came by to see how Don was doing. As young men they were always up for fun. They took Don and another walk. Don was building up strength and did much better than he had earlier. He got tired so OnTanus picked him up and carried him home.
Returning to the shelter, OnBanus fondled Don's cock and Don played with the Neanderthal's organ. Both men got hard immediately. Don sat down and found OnBanus's cock at mouth height. His first few licks of the bloated organ were tentative, but he quickly became enthusiastic and continued the action.
On Sanus shot off quickly and OnTanus was ready to replace him at Don's hungry mouth. I may not be the most perceptive man in the world, but when OnSanus began to shoot, I saw no hesitation in Don about taking the load. He didn't object at all when OnTanus stepped up to the plate either. OnTanus was well endowed, but Don got his mouth around OnTanus cock head without difficulty.
OnGanus was sitting to the side. Technically, he was still a boy, even though he had matured. I motioned to him to get next to me. OnGanus gave me a shy smile and came over. Since he was not officially a man yet, his seed wouldn't be helpful for Don. I fondled his cock and peeled back the skin exposing part of his cock head. It was coated in pre cum. I like pre cum, so I leaned over and sucked it. OnGanus moaned in pleasure.
He wanted to suck me, so we got in the 69 position. Don was occupied with OnTanus, so I had OnGanus to myself. As I sucked his dripping member, I fingered his ass. It was slippery. Rolling his legs forward, I saw his ass was puffy, and oozing cum. OnTanus or OnSanus must have been trying to get him ready to become a man. I licked the cum from his ass and used my tongue to sooth his ravaged hole. He must have liked that, since I felt his seed shooting against my chest.
Coated in the sticky fluid we went for a swam in the ocean. I talked with OnGanus. Both OnTanus and OnSanus were his good friends and well endowed. While they meant well, something more compact would be easier as his introduction to anal sex. I told OnGanus to talk to Carlo or Angus. Their cocks would be an easier fit.
"Angus might help?" he asked. "He is beautiful, a god."
"Angus is a friendly god," I replied. When we returned to the shore, OnTanus had shot his load. Don looked happy. OnTanus and OnGanus took him for another walk.
"He will be strong again," OnTanus said. "We are strong. Our seed is strong." I translated this for Don.
"You are a good man," Don said in reply. After the walk Don told me I was right. "It wasn't bad at all. They are clean. It didn't bother me at all."