White Hair part 3 A shaman's whore by Aihu Fist
The shaman warrior disappeared into nothing. I lay in the hammock for the whole day with a sore ass and a diary book waiting for me to write down my observations. It was a dilemma for me. I figured I couldn't put that on paper as no anthropologist would ever believe this story and certainly I would lose all credibility as a scholar. I could be thrown out of the Academic Club of scientists back home. I decided to wait and really get into it more. I had to find out more about the Safados hidden secrets. I was wondering whether it was part of the culture or of a particular group of people or was the Shaman gay and did he abuse his powers on strangers like me who wouldn't bring it out?
I hung in there in my hammock for the whole day trying to regain strength and recompose myself. It was stifling hot, but at least no mosquitoes. Outside I heard the children play; the huts had remained intact after the heavy storm. The hammock was swaying from left to right lulling me into sleep. I even forgot to eat. By six pm I woke by a knock on my door.
-Cabello loiro (White Hair), Cabello loiro, abra (open up)
Another blow on the door made run to the door and open up.
There stood a young man of about eighteen years old in front of me. He was painted in red and black over his whole body. Not one gram of fat around his waste and strong like an ox. His black eyes pierced into mine and said:
-Eu amigo, tu amigo (I friend, you friend) he whispered, and walked through the door.
He looked around as if he was searching something.
-Voce faz ovo (you make egg). He ordered.
I had forty eggs in a card box and took one out of it.
He showed his two fingers, he wanted two.
OK I though, you my pal. I put the fire wood together and lit it. The frying pan was clean, but I rubbed it again with a cloth to be sure it was really clean form y guest. I had seen him before but never got to speak to him. As I was frying the egg lots of thought went through my head about how weird the situation had become in a few months time. First I was so lonely and all of a sudden I had boys walking into my hut and without an invitation. I sat crouched in front of the fire and it was not only heating up the pan but also my own body. I looked back at him and he at me. His face all red and black dots allover his complexion and body. He wore a long red loincloth that tapered all the way down from his groin to his knees. He was handsome and sexy. He got up and walked around. His buttocks exposed and were brown gold from the sun. The eggs were sizzling and ready to be served. I had a little table in the middle near the main mast that supported the whole roof of my hut. I ran around in my underwear as usual. It was tight to my ass and tight in front with an enormous bulge.
The eggs slid on the plastic plates which I had bought in the nearest city. He grabbed one with his hands, the yolk running over his wrists.
-Gostoso (tasty), he said and licked at his elbows as the egg had reached that part already.
I wasn't hungry but the sight of seeing the young guy use his tongue over the hairless arm made horny somehow. I felt how my cock started prodding in my underwear. He was yummying the eggs on his tongue while I sneakily glanced at his full pouch underneath the flap of the loincloth. We stood very close together; my arm was lightly brushing his arm. Now he took the second egg in the same way. He scooped it out of the pan with both hands and moved it to his mouth. But his fingers were too wide and the egg escaped and landed on his loin cloth.
-God, a huge smut on that beautiful cloth, I remarked.
I pointed it out with my finger. He looked really sad at it. The egg yolk was thick and it was really a waste of good food which was going to be scarce soon. He was embarrassed and I annoyed with the waste of food. He saw that and acted quickly.
-Nao problema (no problem) he said and started to undo the loincloth.
Before I could say anything like `nao se preocupe' (don't worry) he had his loincloth of his hips and started licking the egg or what was left of it. His lips were all yellow and the slimy white hung over his nose. I had all eyes for what was bungling below the table. It was huge and well proportioned. The foreskin was so long that the tip of his gland was invisible. But the head was round and clearly adult. He was so preoccupied with the food that he forgot about his nakedness. As Bartholomew de Las Casas once wrote to the King of Spain: they are naked but nothing in this people shows anything of evil of corruption. It is the most natural way for them. I was enthralled by his member and got more and more aroused. Now that the last bit had vanished into his mouth he realized how I looked at him.
-Tu fome? (You hungry)?
-Sim, I answered and looked at his flaccid penis.
I rested my eyes for like a minute there. He then glanced at mine and saw the size and the hardness in my briefs.
-Fome mesmo ? (Real hungry).
-Sim, I said again and looked once more at the chubby cock of his.
-Entao coma (then eat)
I still hesitated whether it was really understood. His lips widened from fat rubbery ones to stretched cheeky ones.
-Baixa (down), he said.
Yes, he knew what I wanted. I lowered myself under the table and reached out for his cock that had begun to change in size and shape. The head came out like a turtle's head, slowly but surely. I rolled the long foreskin back till behind the gland and set my mouth on it. Smoothly it went. The gland was shining like a new shoe as I kept polishing it over and over. His cock was now like the size of a full grown twenty three centimeter poke. The veins filled with young warrior's blood. It was the only spot of his body that wasn't pained in red. His buttocks had urucum dye in the form of circles. I had my hands in the dye as I pushed him further into my mouth hole. He started moaning and sighing deeply, his balls clashing against my chin, they were not one bit hairy either. I lubed them and caressed them like a child who just found a new toy. He pushed harder into me, and when I thought he was going to give me all he had he said:-Vem ca (come here), Cabello Loiro (White Hair).
He pulled me up from under the table and swung his arms around me, pressing me real hard. Hot skin to skin. His hands descended to my buttocks and fumbled at my tight underwear. His finger went in to my crack felling me up, pinching my buttocks. The other hand pushed the fabric down, nearly tore it as he was such a brute power. The fabric in front still kept my cock in place. It was so hard that the cloth got stuck and didn't want to move at once. I helped him and pulled my cock out penetrating it under his scrotum.
-Sim (yes) he moaned.
Now we both danced an erotic indigenous tango mixing our boiling bodies feverishly and decisively.
-Homen lindo! (Beautiful man), he sighed and kissed me on the lips.
His tongue trailed along mine and searched for hotter juices. His fingers grabbed my foreskin and massaged it inside out; a thumb went in and hit the gland belt linked to the foreskin. It was driving me nuts.
Both our cocks were leaking cum and united in it. One long thin thread of that same cum glued together in unison.
-Amor (love), he moaned, mi amor (my love)!
My briefs were at my knees, I could hardly move or spread my legs, but he turned me around in one move and plastered me against the mast. His feet parted my legs and with one foot he pushed the underwear lower.
He placed his strong fleshy arrow against my rear.
-Espere (Wait) I said.
Ipushed him away, and ran to my rucksack.
I raided through my clothes and found the KY tube.
-Isto e melhor (this is better).
I squeezed a huge wad out of it in my hand palm and rubbed his thrilling cock with it.
-Mmmmh, he sighed.
-Muito bom (very good)!
Now I turned around again, pushed my butt towards him and led the young stallion into the stable. There was enough food in there and warm enough for the stud to remain there a good nice hour. He plugged like I expected to be plugged. I moved along with him. He had his hands on my hips which he had now firmly against his stark red body.
He holed me inside out and didn't feel one bit of pain on the contrary, I got so wet inside as if it was a real pussy of its own.
The humping went wilder and out of control, he bit his lips made sounds unheard of and finally shot his spunk into my hotheaded ass. I reached out for his butts and kept him against me. Please don't go I though, stay here.
We were both red now, my forehead because even his goring had been dyed in the color. My hand palms and my own buttocks bore the marks of intimate indigenous love.
He gradually slithered out of my creamed butt hole and masturbated in front of me a few minutes more. The left over spunk landed in front of my feet.
-Bonito (beautiful) he said and kissed me once more with a long sucking of his tongue.
It was eight pm. and dark again. His warm left hand remained on my right buttock. My finger entered his crack looking for some heat. He whisked me away.
-Nao (no), he said, voce meu (you mine), voce puta (you whore)!
-Que? (What), I asked
I was a whore? No way! He smiled and said nothing, not even apologized. He just grabbed my cock and said:
-Sim, voce puta do paje. (Yes, you whore of shaman). He craftily wrapped his loincloth around his crotch and left without a sound more.
God, I wanted to bite in those perfect buttocks that were leaving me. I cleaned up the mess on the table. Not ten minutes later another lock on my door.
-Sim, entre, (yes, come in) I replied.
There stood the chief of the village.
-Cabello Loiro, escutei que voce tem uma creme especial? ( I heard you had a special creme). Posso ve-la (can I see it)?
He grabbed his crotch real hard and looked at my naked glory.
-Quero tambem (I want also).
-Nao, nao, I retorted.
-Sim, sim (yes, yes), he countered. And came running to me.
We fell in to the hammock, him on me pressing his cock, which he had quickly released from his black loincloth and pushed it in my mouth.
-Chupe agora (suck now), he hissed.
I couldn't say a thing; my mouth was loaded and trying to get hold of his rod. I heard the door squealing and from underneath his armpit I saw Ricardo and Jose enjoying the scene masturbating themselves wildly.
-Mmm mmmh, I protested against the invader of my mouth hole.
Ricardo, giggled. Behind them I saw another five boys, naked pushing their cocks into the boys' crack. This was turning in a huge orgy.
-Depois eu, Ricardo shouted at the chief.
-Nao eu primeiro, Jose chirped.
The other boys tore their shorts down and grabbed their balls through their legs. I got pounded faster and faster. The chief had no regards or care how I felt, just wanted to get his rocks off.
-Puta do Paje, (Shaman's whore), he screamed so that everybody could here it.
-E agora a minha tambem (and now mine too) he added victoriously.
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