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Simon
by John - bokjay123@hotmail.com


Chapter 8

After they had left, he gave himself up to making notes and a list of things 
he wanted to ask the Shaman later on. There would not be many occasions for 
these meetings so he wracked his brains in putting himself back in 
University to think of what kind of information would make his audience 
interested.

He guessed it to be around noon when Ranik appeared. He greeted Simon like a 
long lost friend but at the same time he appeared to be a little agitated, 
or annoyed in some way.

"When do we go?" asked Simon.

"Father sleeping now after eating. Later we go" he answered.

Simon caught an edge to his voice and hoped he was not putting him out with 
taking him.

"We sleep now, after we go" said Ranik. It was not a suggestion and by his 
manner he didn't seem in the least bit tired.

He moved to the sleeping platform and lay down, waiting for Simon to follow. 
He did so, but a bit perplexed.  Once he had sat down next to him, his tone 
quickly changed.

"Last night and today morning, very good. I like very much. You a good fuck"

Simon reddened and was momentarily lost for words.

"I want again, now. Then I take you to see my father."

So that was what it was all about. He was horny and wanted sex, maybe as a 
condition of taking him. But it was the last thing Simon wanted. He had been 
fucked four times in the last day. Something he had yet to get his mind 
around. He didn't want a fifth.

Ranik pulled aside his loin cloth and showed he was already hard.

Simon tried to excuse himself. "Now I am sore, I don't want again" he told 
him, accompanied by some hand gestures.

But Ranik was not to be put off. "Me want" he said, as if that was all that 
was required. He moved to pull Simon down.

Simon had to think fast. He really wanted to meet with his father yet there 
was no way he fancied being screwed again.

He reached for Ranik's cock, which stopped his aggressiveness for a few 
moments. After a few groans of pleasure, he again tried to push Simon down 
so that he could mount him.

"Ranik no, I show you something" he said as a last desperate try.

He bent down and put his face next to the fat cock.

"You not tried sucking?" he asked.

Ranik frowned, not understanding.

Simon leant forward and was about to wipe the head with his tongue. Ranik 
quickly pulled it away.

"No, what you do? You bite me? He sounded annoyed once more.

"Wait, just let me show you. You will like" He smiled reassuringly.

Ranik let him take it back but he was not so sure what was about to happen.

Slowly Simon licked the head of his dick, once, twice and then a little 
longer a third time.

"Good?" he asked.

Ranik said nothing, but slowly nodded his head.

He went back to licking and sucking, taking longer between pulling off as 
Ranik became accustomed and realised he was not going to have his cock 
bitten off.

"My country, we do this a lot. Sucking cock, or fucking mouth" Simon 
explained.

"We no do this, not good" replied Ranik, but pushed his head back to 
continue.

If this was going to get him out of a good fucking, then so be it. Simon 
tried hard to worship his big cock and give him so much pleasure he would 
forego the fucking.

His pleasurable groans became more frequent and had Simon thinking he had 
wormed his way out of a fucking rather well.  But suddenly Ranik had had 
enough of being sucked and held his head firmly and began to buck into his 
mouth. Momentarily Simon was glad of the rest, letting Ranik do the work. 
But as his pleasure mounted, so did the ferocity of his thrusts, send his 
dick well into the back of Simon's throat and gagging him repeatedly.

Very soon Simons elation at not being fucked soured and became every bit as 
bad, for Ranik used his mouth and throat as vigorously as he did his arse. 
He had no sense of how much it might hurt or that he might need to breath. 
Instead he pounded away purely for his own pleasure.

It soon got past the point where Simon hoped he would voluntarily pull out, 
to trying to fight him off. He was seeing stars and had to get a few lungs 
full of air. But Ranik was not to be sidetracked mid session and held his 
head firmly with both hands and buried his cock fully into Simons throat.

Even when Simon knew he was about to finish, it did not get any better. For 
when the moment came for him to explode, he used all his strength to pull 
his head into his groin, then blasted his load of cum.

When he had finished and his senses returned, let go and pulled out. Simon 
dizzy and choking on a mouthful of juice, fell over and banged his head. He 
lay there coughing up globs of cum, his head spinning and eyes watering 
freely.

"No good" said Ranik summing up. "Better fuck you good way. No like cock in 
mouth, we not do here."

Simon went outside to get some water to drink, only to have Ranik chivvy 
him.

"Come, now we go see my father."

Silently Simon gathered his papers together and made ready to go. Whatever 
happened, he would not allow himself to be fucked in any way by Ranik again.

He met with the Shaman in the large room where he had first met after 
landing on the island. The old man carried an air of authority even though 
he was genial and at times, amusing. Ranik was not a chip off the old block 
and had a lot of learning to do in matching his father.

"How do you know so much English" asked Simon after all the introductions 
and refreshments had finished.

"A long time ago, when I was young. Some men came here and took away many 
boys. We went to New Zealand, although I didn't know that for a long time. 
They said they were going to give us an education and give us religion. I 
remember my mother crying and trying to stop them, but they said we all had 
to leave or there would be trouble. So, I ended up at what was called a 
missionary school. They beat us, whipped us, told us we were wicked and that 
we had to learn religion if we were ever to be good people."

"So are you a priest here?" asked Simon.

The old man laughed. "What do we want with religion?  In that school they 
beat us, we don't beat anyone here. They used us like slaves, but we don't 
have slaves here. They used to steal and mistreat us all the time. There is 
no stealing here. What do we need with their religion? I think our ways are 
much better. I would never tell our people what they showed me."

"When did you come back here, after you finished school?"

"No, I ran away one day. I didn't know where I had come from, they didn't 
tell us that. They said our family had forgotten us and we should not think 
of going back home. I begged and worked at anything to live. One day I met 
someone who used to work at the school, he told me where we had be taken 
from. From then on I worked to try and get back here. It took me three 
years, but as you see, I am here."
Simon tried to imagine the man as a youth. Not knowing where he had come 
from or how to get back home. It must have been a miracle for him to do it. 
It had seemed hard enough for Simon to get here, never mind the old man.

"My son says he like you. You have talked a long time" he said pulling him 
out of his thoughts.

"Yes, we get on well together" said Simon, thinking of the day fishing and 
how well they had spoken. He could not think of today less it be somehow 
written on his face and the old man might see. Fortunately Ranik had 
appeared bored with the meeting and had slipped away.

"And how about the people here, how do you sort things out?" began Simon.

"Nothing to sort out" laughed the old man.

But then he became more serious and for the next hour explained to Simon as 
best he could, enough for his paper and more. How each family had its head, 
each extended family group had another, each village had one, till there 
were enough people to form a council and discussing whatever needed to be 
settled between them. Things didn't appear to get more involved than 
deciding the amount of vegetables or fruits to be exchanged for so many 
fish.

"Is there any fighting between villages or war between islands" asked Simon.

"Maybe there was, but that would be a long time before I was born. We live 
peacefully here and always have done. No guns or drinks that make people go 
crazy"

"I think you have paradise on earth if anyone has" replied Simon.

The old man smiled and reached out to pat his shoulders. Simon took it the 
interview was finished as he had seen this gesture before.

"Maybe we can talk again" said the old man. "But it is hard work for me, so 
many words I have forgotten."

"You did well. By the way, the Navy people don't think anyone here can speak 
English, did you know that?"

"Better we keep it our secret. You can learn a lot when someone doesn't know 
you understand what they are talking" smiled the old man.

Simon nodded. "Don't worry, I understand"

After the meeting he wandered slowly through the village, exchanging a few 
greetings with people as he passed. He felt good now; his talk was more than 
he was hoping for in learning about the place.  The meeting with the Shaman 
somehow made up for the behaviour of his son, so that he quickly put aside 
his bad feelings.

He jumped when he entered his hut. Taem and Tu were already there, lolling 
on his bed. They startled him by shouting as he entered, then laughed seeing 
the look of shock on his face.

It was good to see them as they quickly brought out food to eat for they had 
been waiting for him before starting. Grilled fish with sweet potatoes and 
mango. They were curious about his meeting, but he couldn't really 
communicate why it was so important. When finished, they walked down to the 
beach and messed around, then lay out and talked.

"Tomorrow, Tu wants to take you up the mountain" explained Taem. "He likes 
up the mountain, many times he goes there."

Simon gazed back behind and let his eyes follow the contours up to the peak 
of the island. He wasn't sure, but it must have been somewhere around three 
thousand feet high.

"All the way up?" asked Simon a little shocked.

They both laughed.  Tu whispered something to Taem. "Only till you fall down 
sleeping"

"You mean, till I'm tired out and can't walk anymore?"

They both grinned and nodded.

He looked back up the mountain. Yes, he said to himself that would be quite 
something to go all the way up. Already he was looking forward to it.

That evening they slept together. Simon was not in the mood for anything 
other than rest. But he liked the feel of them spooned into him on both 
sides as he slipped into his dreams, very comforting in a funny kind of way.


Part 9 soon

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