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Simon 2
by John - bokjay123@hotmail.com

Chapter 2

As soon as Barry left the room, he felt really frightened. Everyone was 
looking at him and he didn't know what to say or do. The moment was broken 
by Tek who put down the backpack at his feet and casually made his way to 
the Chief and spoke. He could see the Chief and others at the front nodding 
agreement and then Tek turned on his heels and came back to Simon.

He took his hand and led him back to the Chief. Simon repeated the greeting 
he had seen the Lieutenant and others do. The Chief smiled warmly and 
indicated that he should go with Tek. He thanked them with the words 
remembered from the ship papers and followed Tek outside and on to a small 
hut.

"Simon and Tek" he said, and pointed to the floor of the hut. He 
somersaulted his hands and made a house shape, pointing back down the hill. 
Simon nodded understanding. All very simple really even though they had 
hardly exchanged an intelligible word.

Tek signalled that he should leave his back pack and took his hand and led 
outside. There was still a lot of people milling around, obviously the 
ship's arrival and his staying was the big news of the day.

As Barry had said, there were lots of pretty young girls around who smiled 
and looked on. When he returned the grins, they giggled and shyly hid their 
faces behind hands. A number of young men though joined with Tek as they 
walked around the village. Tek named them as they did so, but with all the 
excitement it went in one ear and out the other for Simon.

At the bottom of the hill and not far from the beach Tek stopped. He mimed 
the shape of a house to which Simon told him the English translation.

He pointed to the earth and tumbled his hands "Simon house" he indicated.

Tomorrow they would build him his own place in this spot.

They continued to the bluff overlooking the beach. By now the Zodiac was 
back on board and the ship was manoeuvring to set sail for the next point of 
call. They all squatted on their haunches and watched it sail off into the 
distance. With the excitement fading, many of the youths went down to the 
beach and began to fish. The day was drawing to a close and as the sun 
dipped towards the horizon, Simon was wondering if now he would wake up from 
a deep sleep or this was all for real.

To try and get off to a good learning start, Simon mimed a baby being 
cradled, then used his hands as a step and gestured to Tek. He grinned and 
counted nineteen marks in the sand.

"Nineteen" echoed Simon. "Simon nineteen, Tek nineteen."

Then he asked if he was married to which Tek said no and intimated he was 
still too young and gestured one more year.  Simon laughed, "Simon, Tek, 
same."

Back at the hut, food had been laid out and Simon found himself to be 
hungry. Timidly he tried first one and then another dish finding each 
delicious. Tek indicated if the dish in question was a fish, walked or grew 
on the land. Amidst the laughter, Simon realised he was enjoying all this 
very much.

As well as being good fun, there was plenty of embarrassment to balance it 
out. Simon felt helpless with the smallest most basic requirement and had to 
be led by Tek. With it almost dark they had a single small oil lamp in the 
room. Finishing the meal, Tek had him follow outside behind the hut and 
dished out water into a small bowl, showing this was for washing his face 
and swilling out his mouth. Then taking his hand, led him into the trees. 
Tek stopped and began to piss, indicating this was what Simon should also 
do.  He asked by mime if he wanted to shit, but Simon laughed and said 
tomorrow. Inwardly he quaked wondering just how he would take a shit here 
and what the procedure was. Simple things, so difficult at times.

The hut was a single small empty room save for a raised area in one corner. 
This was the bed. One thing that Simon had brought along was a mosquito net 
so with some amusement from Tek, he strung it up from a rafter and fastened 
down the corners. Tek appeared eager to sleep and for Simon, it had been 
quite a whirlwind of a day. As there was only the single light, it was 
logical to try and sleep now and be ready for tomorrow and a whole slew of 
new things to learn.

Tek laid down using his arm as a head rest, but Simon new he couldn't sleep 
like this. Instead he pulled off his shorts and tee shirt and used them for 
a pillow. With it still being so warm he thought he would be a bit more 
comfortable even if the bed lacked any other resemblance to what till now he 
had been used to.

Simon lay on his back letting the events of the day run through his mind 
again. The postcard view of the island from the ship; the rough sea and how 
scared he had been in the rubber boat. The people at the beach. The 
wholesale nakedness of everyone.

All the men save the elders had nothing more than a loose curtain in front 
of their privates hanging from a hip chord. Bums were on display as nothing 
different to an exposed arm or foot. Even when they squatted down, the 
curtain didn't cover everything and as he had noticed many times already, 
was pushed aside or caught by the breeze to show what was behind.

Tek with his quick smile and boyish innocence, like taking him by the hand. 
He would have died rather than walk holding hands with another man in public 
back home. He had seen it before though, first in India where it was quite 
commonplace and again in Thailand. The girls were little better off, even if 
the bottom of the cod piece appeared to be fastened to an extra cord which 
ran between their legs to avoid accidental displays. But breasts were not 
covered. Somehow, with necklaces and decorations this did not look out of 
place compared with the almost naked men.

He realised that to be part of their family, he would have to conform to 
their dress. Not that it bothered him too much, he had always been a bit of 
a show off and exhibitionist at parties and such, so showing his bum to 
people who didn't know him at the other side of the world would not be a 
problem. Or so he told himself before dropping off to sleep.

He did not sleep too well being a strange bed. Not to mention sharing it 
with Tek. And by the middle of the night it was not all that warm so that 
Tek's body spooned up behind him was more welcome than not.

If sleep came late then the morning came too fast. Simon awoke to find Tek 
running his fingers through his hair, his body leaning half over his.

"I like" he said, comparing Simon's sun bleached blonde locks to his own 
wavy black.

If there was one thing going to make Simon stand out from the rest, it would 
be his blonde hair, no getting away from that. He had been sunbathing for 
more than two months including many stints completely naked in Indian and 
Thailand so even his bum would not stand out too much. But his normal light 
brown hair was now a dirty blonde colour and if for nothing else, you would 
be able to pick him out from a crowd of these people a mile way. He thought 
that would be why the girls were giggling so much yesterday, probably had 
never seen hair like his before.

"Today new house?" asked Simon to get Tek's mind off his hair.

Suddenly remembering, Tek crawled over Simon and stood up.

"Come, come" he gestured urgently.

The morning sun was still very low on the horizon and his watch said 6 a.m. 
Simon removed it and put it into the backpack, determined from now on to do 
without and live how his body told him and not what the time the watch said.

He pulled on his shorts leaving behind the tee-shirt and followed Tek 
outside.

First they went back down the path they used last night, but further into 
the woods. Tek stopped by a fairly large bush and began cutting off half a 
dozen leaves.

"Kudar, Kudar" he said to indicate the name of the leaf or bush.

Moving a little further on he stopped and squatted down, gesturing for Simon 
to follow.

"My God" thought Simon, I have to take a crap next to him. He doubted if he 
could. "Here goes feeling a helpless child again" he murmured.

He pulled down his shorts and briefs, just moving a little further away from 
Tek before he squatted down.

Tek dropped a turd and Simon tried his best not to look. To distract he let 
go a stream of piss into the earth. Tek opened a small bag he carried and 
withdrew a knife.

"Kudar!" he took a leaf and held it up for Simon to watch what he was going 
to do.

Then taking the knife he made a slit on the upper part of the leaf and 
peeled back the top skin. Within and still attached to the lower layer was 
thick soft pith. Tek indicated that he should watch closely and then gently 
crumpled the leaf in his hand and opened it again. Part of the pith had 
squashed and a pool of juice sat in the leaf. Then not loosing the liquid he 
used it to wipe his bum. He repeated it a couple of times and used the 
discarded leaf to cover the offending pile of excrement.  He did the same 
with another leaf and showed Simon how he would clean his penis. The job 
finished he took the last whole leaf, peeled off the top outer skin and 
turning it upside down covered the pile completely. Using his foot, he 
kicked forest debris around the edge to hold it down. To complete the 
lesson, he pointed out many other leaves on the ground around them which 
Simon had not noticed before and motioned that they too were the same as he 
had just done. They were in the toilet area of the forest.

Simon took the knife and one of the leaves to practice. It was quite easy to 
do in fact, and just to get the full effect, wrapped it around his dick. The 
smell of the leaf was a little like menthol or eucalyptus and it gave a 
really cool feel to his dick. Sort of like a natural version of wet wipes.

As they walked back to the hut, Tek stopped by a small bush and beckoned him 
to bend down with him.  To Simon it looked like an ornamental shrub rather 
similar to a palm of some sort. Tek brushed the edges of the thin long 
leaves and had Simon do the same. They were as sharp as razor blades. The 
end of the leaves were pointed and these too were like needles.  Tek stood 
up and lifted the curtain covering his dick and acted walking into the bush. 
Then laughing, he held his dick and balls, hopping around pretending to 
scream in pain.

He said something like "If you do that, rub Kudar leaf onto the cut," so 
Simon presumed it must have some kind of medicinal use.

It left Simon thinking, the dick curtain was not about modesty at all, but 
protection from being spiked in the balls by nasty plants whenever walking 
in the forest.

They went down to the site of the new house and found half a dozen young 
guys already digging holes for the uprights. Others were bringing poles of 
bamboo from further up the village. Simon wanted to help but a Tek indicated 
there was no need. But he didn't feel like doing nothing so taking no notice 
he grabbed one of the wooden spades and helped to clear out the earth as 
others were doing. They smiled back appreciatively.

Little by little it took shape, large bamboo poles for the corners and top 
and bottom frames, and progressively smaller ones added for the floor, door 
and window framing. Simon thought the construction absolutely brilliant. One 
guy with an axe notched the bamboo at each place where it crossed with 
another, then the joint was held with a weaving of thin bamboo strips, the 
completed joint being absolutely rigid and not a nail used anywhere.

There was a constant coming and going of young men throughout the morning. 
Some would come and chat to friends, others to lend a hand for half an hour 
and then leave. No one strained themselves and joking and horseplay were the 
order of the day rather than the work in hand. By the time the house was 
finished he must have seen ten or twenty faces come and go. It struck Simon, 
that with all the stretching and bending as they lifted and passed the wood 
between them, they might have well as been naked because everywhere he 
looked these dick flaps had moved and became displaced with what they were 
carrying at any given time. He had never seen so much nakedness and had the 
idea this is what a nudist camp must be like. Everyone had a fine well 
developed and shapely physique. In fact, anyone who was the typical straight 
up and down that was quite the usual back home, here was a sign they were 
not yet into puberty. Once they were, they naturally developed the shape 
that came to his compatriots only with sports or the gym. In this particular 
area he was not embarrassed, because he had always played sports of some 
kind and was often admired for his body shape.

Perhaps the biggest surprise about building the house was when all the 
framing had been finished. A line of guys came down the hill with 
prefabricated panels of palm thatch for the roof and decoratively woven 
bamboo panels for the walls. His one room house was the same size as any 
single room of any other house in the village, panels were made that fitted 
any wall on any house. All they had to do was slot them into position and 
bind them with bamboo strips. In less than half the day his house was 
erected and ready for him to take up residence.

The final touch was two small plots fenced off from the surrounding ground, 
Tek explaining one would be to keep chickens and the other to grow 
vegetables.

As the young men began to drift off, Simon thanked each one for their 
efforts before going back to fetch his mosquito net and back pack. On 
returning, food had arrived from somewhere and together with the last few 
guys, they ate a good lunch.

Part 3 soon

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