Hawks II

This true story and others written by me about PNG are not for re-circulation.

A few weeks later, Hawks suggested that I should visit his village and stay overnight, as it was bloody miles away, and a two hour walk through the jungle from the nearest road. Once there, I was so pooped that I was glad to get to bed early, but discovered that Hawk's twin brother Amos was just as handsome as he was, but a lot randier. Also, someone else wanted my attention before I got any sleep. But that's another story...

Amos often dropped by to sleep over, and usually slept on a mat on the living room floor. He was a handsome guy, and I had the hots for him. His skin was dark brown, and when he had only a towel or less on, you could see that he was slightly paler underneath. His hips were very slim, and his shoulders wide, and a bit of hair growing on his chest. He seemed slightly more interested in me than his brother, but it was only a feeling.

One evening, when everyone was asleep, I got up for a drink of water. I heard the familiar “psssst!” PNG folk make when they want someone’s attention, and I went over to Amos to see what he wanted. He was on a mattress on the floor, as the beds were all occupied.

Well, he wanted a lot, and he reached up and started to massage my cock. Not wanting to be unsociable, I lay down next to him, and we did some nice exploring and then he grasped my head and pulled me down and gave me a delicious kiss, which surprised me. Then he gently grasped my very hard cock, and pulled me up towards his head, and started to lick my cock. Then he took me right into his mouth and gave me a great sucking job, and then asked me to do the same. We got ourselves really worked up, and then finished each other off with our hands. Amos’ dick seemed to be the same size as his brother’s, uncut, 150mm and fairly thick.

Next day we packed the Suzuki, and Hawks, Amos, Willy and myself headed inland and up into the mountains.

I arrived at the village, pretty tired. It was a four hour drive from the city on roads which followed the sides of the mountains, with incredible drops into the river below. When I dared to look on one occasion, I could see the wreckage of a white van way down below and was told that this had been an ambulance, full at the time with the patient and all his relatives. I hugged the sides of the hills even closer, and kept driving through rivers, under jungle canopy, and eventually parked next to the local school house, where the school teacher promised to keep an eye on the car. His wife had just made some beautiful scones in a mud oven with a 200litre drum inside, so we gorged ourselves on these, before heading off.

We hoisted our rucksacks onto our shoulders and headed along a narrow track and up the sides of some steep hills, across another river and through a few acres of mud. Eventually we arrived at a little group of wooden huts, most with grass roofs, some with galvanised iron (all carried in). These huts were built on the side of a steep hill, and while the front door was level with the ground, looking out the back window was enough to give you vertigo.

In the centre of the village was a sort of communal house, and this was used mostly by the unmarried men and the youth of the village as sleeping quarters, not surprisingly known as “the boys’ house”. The young ladies of course stayed with their parents.

When I'd recovered my breath, I headed off to meet the folk I was staying with, and was told that I'd be sleeping up top with the other guys, but eating in the main hut with the family. I’d carried in a few kilos of rice and some tinned meat, and this was put on to cook, and half the village arrived at the door to share the food.

They have plenty of locally produced fruit and vegetables, but it’s never around when a visitor brings in food. Every last drop is consumed, and maybe a day or two later, when they’re sure you’ve got nothing left, the local produce would appear on your plate.

The forest was all around us, and it echoed to the call of birds and then their chattering as they settled for the night. It was getting dark, and a kero pressure lamp was lit and pumped up, as well as a couple of hurricane lamps. There was no power of course, and people sat around the fire at night, yarned for a bit, practiced on the local wood and lizard skin ‘hourglass’ drums and generally the place was in total silence by about 9pm. It was great to be in such a cool area, and too high for mosquitoes, so it was possible to sit around outside without fear of malaria.

We headed up to the room I was staying in for the night, and was greeted by a few other guys, most in their mid to late teens and early twenties, except for a couple of confirmed bachelors and all related to the family I was staying with. Hawk's twin brother Amos beckoned me to put my gear down next to him, where we were all sharing a large mattress and a few blankets. The village was at about 1500m (5000ft), so the evenings were cool enough to need at least a blanket, and some thick clothes to sleep in.

The room was fairly crowded by now, so we all snuggled up together, and let the pressure lamp slowly die down, while we chatted and Hawks saying something or the other in his own language. As it got dark, Hawk's brother Amos snuggled his ass into my groin, and I had the thought that maybe I wasn't going to get too cold, even though there was still a small gap between my back and the wall behind me. Amos and I had already had a couple of sucking and jerking sessions, so he knew what I liked.

Just as the light gave a final flicker and went out, the outside door of the room squeaked open, a few bare footsteps on the wooden floor, and then someone came into our room. I thought that this was going to be a tight squeeze for someone, when he stepped over towards me and lay down behind me and shared a bit of the blanket. I squeezed up a bit closer to Amos who didn't seem to mind at all as he wriggled his ass even closer into me, and the newcomer eased in behind me.

I was quite enjoying being hemmed in by two guys, and occasionally the newcomer wriggled himself in a bit closer to me, and I remember thinking that if this guy gets a hard on, there's not going to be much room left.

The breathing around the room slowly got heavier and deeper and total silence reigned. I was feeling a bit stiff sleeping on a wooden floor with only a hint of a mattress under me, so I turned over on my back. My neighbour was obviously disturbed by my movement, and he rolled over so that he was on his stomach. I think I must have nodded off or started breathing heavily or something, because I became aware that there was an arm draped over my chest. This suited me fine, as I love close contact, so continued to stay on my back and dozed a bit more.

Then the arm moved slightly, and it was resting on my navel. This was starting to interest me, and my cock gave a slight stirring as it too woke up. The hand gave another move south, and was now resting just at the tip of my cock, even though it was under a pair of heavy jeans. My cock grew a bit more, and came up to meet the hand. I continued to feign sleep, as I was enjoying this too much to frighten my friendly neighbour away.

One more move of the hand, and it was now resting on my cock, which had become throbbing hard. A couple of friendly squeezes from the phantom hand met with no opposition from me, so the hand moved up to the button on my jeans, slowly unhooked this, next the belt and then ever so carefully, the zipper was opened up, leaving my cock pushing against my Y fronts.

Again, I gave no hint of being awake, and the hand slowly worked under the elastic until it was firmly grasping my rod, then down to my balls, where he had a good explore with his fingers. Then he came back again, and slowly started jerking me off, stopping once in a while to explore the hole in my cock and to rub his finger slowly around my tip. The pre-cum I was leaking made things smoother, and he circled around my cock-head with his finger. This resulted in me getting super-hard, and it felt twice as big as usual. Then he loosely placed his fingers around it, and massaged me quickly, then back to a slow rate with his whole hand.

By this time I couldn't keep pretending I was asleep any longer, and started thrusting up into his hand. I lasted about 20 seconds longer, and made a frantic grab for the box of Kleenex behind me, and just managed to avoid fouling up the bedding completely as jet after jet of cum shot out; I seemed to keep pumping for minutes, before I lay back, breathing very heavily, and still having no idea who my very friendly neighbour was.

After a couple of minutes, I was given a couple of shoves, and it was clear to me that this guy wanted me to keep my jeans open, and to roll on my side. It had been obvious for a while that I wasn't the only one with a king-sized hard on, as his was shoving into my leg, and he appeared to want to shove it somewhere else as quickly as possible. At some stage he had pushed his jeans down to his knees, and there was nothing else under there. There was one hot cock pushing against my thigh.

However, I wasn't prepared for anal sex (these guys almost never use condoms) and I had nothing with me. So I reached out behind me, and grabbed his hot and very hard cock. It was long and hard and somewhat thin, which surprised me, as these guys are normally so well-hung. He straight away started thrusting into my hand, and I thought "this guy's cock is not all that big, but he knows what he wants". He lasted about 20 seconds too, as his cum shot into my hand. This added lubrication gave him a new burst of energy, and he jerked and pumped for all his worth into my now moist hand.

I gave him a few Kleenex, and expected him to clean up and settle down for the night. However, after he cleaned up, he straightened up his jeans, and tip-toed out the door, and presumably back to his own house. His folk obviously didn’t know that their son was sexually active, otherwise he’d be up in the men’s hut too.

Amos gave me a bit of a friendly wriggle with his ass, and whispered to me "that guy Ian is gay you know". He had obviously been awake, and listening to and feeling our every thrust and move, and knew who the visitor was. The following day there was no hint of recognition from any of the lads, except one who kept flashing a big grin at me, and someone else mentioned that he was gay.

I returned home at the end of my contract, but I missed my PNG friends a lot, and wanted to enquire about job prospects, so a year later, I was back visiting the village, and a group of us were out bushwalking in some steep jungle. We stopped for a drink from a clear stream and then we had a good hearty lunch from our rucksacks, and split up and looked for a shady spot inside the forest to have a snooze before heading back.

One of the group came up to me and lay down, and we both dozed off a bit. This guy was Ian, the one I had been told who had entertained me so nicely the year before, but up till then I wasn't sure. However, just as I was dozing off, all doubt left my mind, when his hand reached over to my shorts, and started massaging my cock. I leaned over and did the same to him.

Just as things were starting to get really interesting, people started stirring from their snooze and making enough noise to warn me to finish off, so were unable to finish our joint exercises. The other guys probably knew what this lad was doing anyway. A pity we couldn’t finish what we started.

More to come...