By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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There were four men on the expedition to the small island of the Amagonafukya tribe. Each of them had their own particular reason for wanting to be on this expedition.
Professor Myopic was an elderly man whose prime love was the expansion of knowledge, plain and simple, he wanted to learn about the Amagonafukya as a part of the myriad ways that humans had learned to get along together and through that knowledge, gain some small esteem in the rather stratified world of the highly knowledgeable members of the anthropological field. He was white-haired, slightly wrinkled, quite thin and yet retained a great vitality of his body and ability to tramp in the fields and forests and jungles in search of greater understanding of the universe.
His aide was a rather talented student named Ronald Legate, a young but rather handsome young man of the too-wealthy sort, with pale blond hair and regal features and a svelte, slim, finely shaped body, he had chosen the field of anthropology with an eye to traveling to exotic lands and seeing strange sights and his becoming the aide of such a peculiar professor had both somewhat fulfilled that and left him strangely adrift in a sea of experiences for which he had no way to adjust for, and could only bob about in the massive waves of life like a cork, going wherever the waters pushed him and doing what they pushed him into, yet always floating and never sinking.
Their expeditionary expert, Dick Hardlong, was a massive hulk of male arrogance and masculine virility borne of huge muscular build that suggested he could break apart fair-sized logs with his bare hands and twist steel bars into pretzels at whim, he had jet-black hair and a face that looked chiseled out of rock, the cheeks were so square and the features so solid, but below that, it was all rounded and smooth, the broad shoulders at the top of the nearly triangular upper body that tapered down to a slim waist, the powerful pectoral and massive biceps that flexed and bulged at the slightest movement, the legs like kegs that kept his khaki pants hiked a little too high on his legs, the body tanned to a beautiful dark golden shine that made his every movement poetry and every woman yearn for him and every man envy him. And poor Ronald felt both ways, he was experiencing at his young age of eighteen years the first longings of love that went beyond the proper dominion of courting and matrimony and it confused him utterly.
The final member was Gajimbo, a smaller, almost simpering dark-skinned man who was hard to quantify, he darted about almost like a spirit instead of a man, he was their native guide to the local islands and their unique customs. He spoke English fairly well, but with a sort of grinning subservience that was hard to place or discredit, it was somehow both polite and impolite at the same time.
It was to him that Ronald spoke as they approached the island in their small boat, only the four of them. "Yes, yes, the natives, they are friendly, you will see only the men, the women and children they hide, yes, they hide from others on the other island over there (he pointed at a second island to the left and more distant), to keep them safe from their god's visit."
"Their god visits them?"
"Oh, yes, Ahlfukyahal comes to the island every year when the full moon sits atop their volcano. He stands before the villagers and gauges the men and picks from among them which he will have for his new priest. The warriors stand among him naked and he chooses from among them the one with the largest ahgatcha and mates with him, and he becomes the new priest and the eldest priest is then sacrificed to his honor. He then leaves after blessing the island with prosperity and riches, and so the people of the Amagonafukya survive and survive well. Typhoons and big waves strike many islands, but never these two, no, for they are under the protection of Ahlfukyahal."
Professor Myopic had been listening and said, "Extraordinary, the customs of other peoples, isn't it, Ronald? There's a full moon coming soon, we might be lucky enough to see such an amazing event for ourselves, wonderful opportunity, wonderful!"
'Sounds like a huge sausage fest to me," snarled Dick. "Warm island not too close to the equator but close enough to be warm all the time and I'm not even going to get to see some bare-chested women for my troubles. Hell of a note, isn't it, Ron?" He laughed and clapped Ronald hard on the back and nearly knocked him over, but Ronald only smiled and nodded and felt his cock get hard in his pants. Any touch from this man was enough for that. God, for just one look at that huge bulge inside the man's pants free and clear, Ronald would...would.... "Excuse me, please, professor!" Ronald ran to his room and hastily beat his meat, coming into an old rag he kept for such things. What would his grandfather think of him if he knew Ronald had such thoughts? The shame of it all!
The natives welcomed the foursome with all signs of benevolence and eagerness, even Gajimbo seemed happy. "They will honor us tonight with their traditional ceremony," he simpered at the trio of paler-skinned visitors. "You must cooperate with them, or you will dishonor them. One thing you will have to do is take off all your clothing when the priest calls upon you to do so, so that you can be examined."
"Examined? For what?" Ronald exclaimed.
"Whether or not you are worthy for inclusion in the ranks of those who will be offered up to Ahlfukyahal when the time comes. It is a signal honor, and you are offered anything you want from the villagers for as long as you are considered worthy. Only a very few are thus honored every year. You cannot refuse." He snickered again as if keeping some great secret.
"Professor, we cannot possibly...." Ronald started to object.
Dick cut him off, "What's the matter, kid, afraid to show your pencil dick to everyone? Mine, I'll show everyone, especially if it'll get me laid, I'm so horny now I'll fuck any hole I can get!"
Ronald got another erection but this one didn't demand immediate attention. Tonight would be another problem, he found the natives to be singularly strong, masculine, handsome and obviously packing big cocks in their loincloths! He WAS likely going to be the smallest one around, even if he did have a reasonably sized seven-inch prong.
The festival started at sundown, and was a good one and full of the bounty of the rather richly bountiful island, a wide variety of fruits and a well-fed boar were the main offerings and the men of the village almost force-fed Ronald with beguiling smiles and tender strokes into having him eat until his stomach almost ached. Then the village studs began a dance that had their dongs flailing about with undeniable erections all over the place and Ronald's own prod was begging for release, he shifted about uncomfortably in his seated position on the ground and wished for a proper chair at a table. Then came the time.
The villagers were in a circle and the priests came in. "They are all eunuchs," supplied Gajimbo, "They gave their manhoods to Ahlfukyahal in prior festivals and now they serve him for the rest of their lives in his honor."
"Ouch," said Ronald. He might not be heavily hung but he loved his prod like any man does.
"It is time for you to undress," hissed Gajimbo to Ronald and Dick. "The professor is too old to be chosen."
"Lucky him," groaned Ronald.
"Thimble wiener." sneered Dick as he boldly unbuttoned his shirt.
Both men had left off underwear and socks for this evening. They pulled off their boots and revealed their bare feet. Then the shirts and Ronald saw the heavily muscled chest of Dick which he had seen on the boat more than once as the man worked on his tan, lounging out in plain sight while Ronald beat his meat from a hiding place. Then the pants and Dick's prong didn't so much as reveal itself as it...unrolled. Even the natives oohed and aahed as they saw the man's huge sausage hanging down to nearly the man's knee. Ronald's own small cock, stiff though it was at that time (the native men around were all pulsing and erect) was ignored, every native eye stared at the proudly preening Dick as his rod slowly rose to its full state of male dignity. The man must have over a foot-long dong!
The priests saw but didn't let it derail their selection, they moved around and their staff tapped a warrior here and there, who scampered forth to form a line. Four such were selected and then they came to Ronald. Looked at him and passed on, then to Dick, and the staff tapped him.
"Hah! Selected! I knew it! Watch me plug every native ass I want to now, Ron!"
Two more natives were thus selected, thus making seven and then the festival sort of dissolved into a procession. The priests led the line, the seven chosen were next, and the villagers, with Ronald, the Professor and the unchosen warriors closest behind the seven. Ronald noticed that none of them seemed unhappy at not being selected, but upon reflection, seeing that being neutered was the eventual fate of such a selected warrior, maybe not being chosen was a good idea!
The seven men were standing naked before the stone idol of their god, a tremendous demonic figure twenty feet high of heady masculinity, powerfully muscled and frighteningly featured, with a face that was human but held evil in every feature, Ronald felt that the artist who first described the Devil had seen this demon in his mind's eye. Out of its head the idol had horns, long horns unlike anything any human animal had ever borne, they stuck out some five feet in length had they been laid flat, but they curved, first inward, then upward, so that you felt if the demon charged at you, he could gore you and then hoist you skyward with the ease of bull. His bottom parts from his waist downward were clad in fur and ended in hooves but he wore as well a full dangling loincloth between his legs, so that you could not tell where the fur began and the loincloth began, and it hung to well below his knees, hiding who knew what prodigious organ.
The priests chanted while the villagers sang and the drums beat a heavy sound, and rattles rattled in tune with the beat, and it all pounded in Ronald's ears until...the transformation was almost immediate...the idol came to life!
The stone turned bright red and black, red where it would have been human flesh, black where it would have been horn or fur, and the demon Ahlfukyahal stepped out into life. Ronald found himself staring toward the full moon, it was perched atop the volcano's tip, looking like it was sitting there. The time of the festival!
Ahlfukyahal stepped forward, brushing the line of priests aside when they didn't move fast enough to suit him and Ronald saw one of them at least appeared to have been killed by this heavy hand and advanced on the line of seven warriors. They appeared frightened but stood their ground, and Dick was the one the demon grinned at and reached down to grasp with both his huge hands that together surrounded his slim waist.
Ahlfukyahal stripped off his fur loincloth, his furriness only went up to his thighs and kept his groin area clear and manlike, except that his cock...his cock was enormous! It hung to the demon's knees even at his huge size, making it some forty inches in length and it was swelling up as it held the now-squirming Dick who was cursing a blue streak which only made the demon grin at him. Lifting Dick toward his face, he stuck out a long, snake-like tongue which prehensilely licked at his face and Dick flinched and shuddered and cursed even more loudly. Ronald couldn't hear the words enough to distinguish them, the natives were all loudly cheering and chanting and singing and who knew what else. It was their celebration, a new priest had been chosen! Good thing, they had just lost one!
The demon took two steps and they were at a large flat stone area nearby, for the demon, it was like a small table that came up to thigh-height, he placed the squirming Dick on the table and the huge now-stiff cock was now in prime position to jab into the muscular man's trim flat buttocks.
The villagers were quieter now, and Ronald heard Dick yell now in fear more than anger, "Don't you dare fuck me, you goddamned piece of red rock and ugly ash, I'll break you into rubble when I..HUHHH?" Ahlfukyahal had just pushed his cock at the taut asshole. "Don't do it you bastard, I'm warning you, UH-HUH-HUH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That wasn't a cry of joy, it was one of sheer pain, as Dick's ass was penetrated by the huge, oversized schlong of the horny horned red demon, Dick kept on howling as the pole, some four inches in diameter, kept sliding into him as if his ass were so much melted butter. Ahlfukyahal simpered as if he enjoyed the look of pain on Dick's face and Dick saw that and a sort of rebellious anger replaced his pain and fear. "You ugly fucking bastard prick!" He snarled. "You think you can outdo me. I'll show you how an American faces up under pain. Come on, you fucking cock with a face, shove it into me, I can take all you got and keep on cursing you!"
And Dick reached up and grabbed both horns and held on and grinned a sort of damn-you grin right back into the demon's face! Ronald had to admire the man's courage in the face of such a fate!
"Your friend is very brave," said a voice next to him. Ronald didn't recognize it and turned to see an Amagonafukya warrior near him, strong, handsome, stalwart, and...hard as a rock, his erection bumped into Ronald's as he stood very near Ronald. "Your people are brave. You are brave."
"Thank you."
"I have not many words," the warrior said. "I want...I want you. You and I, we...." He made a gesture of two hands that meant worlds to Ronald. His face turned it into a question.
Ronald looked around and saw men loving men all over the place. The Professor was watching it all with his usual scientific fascination. Ronald looked back and said, "I'd love to."
They settled down onto the warm earth beneath their feet and the warrior soon entered Ronald's ass with all soft gentleness and strength. Ronald felt his world was opening up for the first time in his life.
The demon seemed to take Dick's bravado as a slap in the face. He snarled and began to slam into Dick's ass. Dick winced but he held on and began to grunt and moan and the man seemed to be getting into the fucking of his ass by the tremendous tool being jammed into him by the huge demon-god. Ahlfukyahal got angrier and angrier, but Dick just kept on groaning louder the faster the demon fucked him.
"Yeah, uh, uh, uh, give it to me, give it to me, you big, hot fucking spawn of Hell, come on I can take anything you can dish out, you think you're hot stuff, you haven't fucked an American ass yet!"
Ahlfukyahal snarled something in an incomprehensible language and picked Dick up bodily into the air and began to fuck him like that, showing the entire admiring congregation how he had Dick impaled on a thick red whanger up to almost two feet's worth and he was shoving it back and forth to where only a foot was inside to back again and Dick was just bobbing up and down and gasping and moaning! "Yeah, that's the way, give me a hot ride, come on, ride 'em, cowboy, yee-haw!" Dick hollered out and held his hand like he was whirling a lasso or riding a bronco.
"This is such an amazing ritual they have here, isn't it Ronald," The Professor had found Ronald in the pile of thrusting bodies. "Did you notice how they all waited until the demon had chosen someone and then began to imitate him, and I think they are all waiting for the demon to finish fucking Mr. Hardlong for their own ejaculations. Do you think that's what they are doing?"
Ronald was rocking back and forth under the warrior's now vigorous thrusts, "I, guess, you, are, right, Professor, but, I, don't, know!" he grunted between thrusts. "I, must, admit, I, am, enjoying, myself, a, lot, here!"
"Of course, my dear boy, immersion in the culture is always the best thing an anthropologist can do. Carry on, Ronald, I won't keep you further."
"Thank...you...Professor...Myopic!" Ronald groaned. To the warrior, he gasped, "I am getting close!"
"We wait, not yet," the warrior said. He slowed down his thrusts, which stymied Ronald's ardor, to his frustration. Instead, the warrior kissed him and held him with his hard rod pulsing inside his tender ass.
"Ngarrrrrrrrrr!" Ahlfukyahal snarled and that didn't need translation, he grabbed hold tighter on Dick's waist and began to bodily fuck the man in mid-air, not letting the muscled hulk do anything but get fucked.
Dick just moaned, "OHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, UHHHHHH, YEAHHHHHH, I'M COMING, YOU BIG FUCKER, COMING, COMING, HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Dick's come spurted up and onto the massive red chest and as he did that, the demon's eyes grew wide and he shoved hard and the entire three feet plus of cock drove into Dick's bottom and the demon howled loudly, "KAAAAAAAA-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Ahlfukyahal was pumping his jizz into Dick apparently, though for some time nothing but the demon's ecstatic features could be seen, then the excess come began to jet out from Dick's ass around the red cock, purpish jizz, spewing and spraying in all directions around, splattering the black fur of Ahlfukyahal, splashing on the stone beneath them, and spurting as well onto Dick's buttocks in hot purple splatters.
Done, exhausted, the demon was done.
The warrior had sped up on Ronald's ass as the demon hit his climax and managed to come at the same time as the weird "KAAA-ROOO!" sound and Ronald felt the come along with the sound and it drove into his mind and he spurted his own wads onto the warrior's strong stomach and his own body and the warrior finished and laid on him, his cock having pumped Ronald's ass full of jizz, and he smiled genially at Ronald and then kissed him tenderly. "You were good."
"Thank you."
The warrior pointed behind Ronald, above his head. "He is next."
Ronald looked up and saw another warrior, as strong and good-looking as the first. "Well, okay."
He was soon ass-full of hot man-dick again. He sighed, such was the life of a dedicated anthropologist!
The demon was angry but placated and he dumped Dick unceremoniously on the ground after yanking him up off of his cock and Dick stood up and jeered as the demon went back to his stone place and became rock again, "Hah, I was too much for you, wasn't I! You couldn't fuck me into a piece of garbage, could you! You couldn't...." He stopped because everyone was looking at him. "What, what?"
He looked down at himself. His own cock was now long enough to nearly hang, flaccid, to the ground. He looked at it, the cock began to stir and soon it was erect, and rose up to a length of three feet, the same length as the demon's, though only as wide as a man's cock. "Hey, the demon gave me a gift! And what a gift! I'm the winner here!"
Ronald felt like a winner, too. All the men in the village were eager to try the ass of a man from so far away his skin was pale in color, but none seemed to want to touch the man who had been fucked by the demon. He got fucked again and again and again and again, and he never got tired of it, all through the night. What a talent these natives had! He fell asleep some time in the midst of that night-long orgy, but the full moon had set by that time so it must have been nearly dawn.
The Professor and Gajimbo found him the next day, in one of the native huts, being bedded by another native while a line waited for their chance. "Ah, Ronald, there you are, I was wondering where you had got to. I'm so glad to see you are acclimating. Your help in studying these people will be invaluable."
"I'll...be glad...to help...any way..that I can!" Ronald gasped. "I love...this place!"
"Dick seems to be happy as well. The natives have imported their women and the natives are letting him pick among their unmarried women to tryst with at his will. His huge weapon seems very popular with him."
"Yes, he seems to have won that bout with the demon," Ronald agreed, quoting Dick.
"Oh, he not won," Gajimbo said. "His prick, he enjoy it today, but tomorrow it start to hurt him a lot, a whole lot, turn red and start to rot."
"Oh, poor fellow. What will you do for him, cut it off?" the Professor asked. "Is that what happened to the priests?"
"Yes, priests had same problem," Gajimbo said. "But it is not necessary to cut off his cock."
"That's good," the Professor said.
"No, in a couple of days, it will fall off all by itself," Gajimbo replied blithely.
THE END
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