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CFNM Island
« on: Jun 12th, 2005, 7:24pm »
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Once upon a time, there was a forum on the net dedicated to a fantasy called "CFNM Island": a group of females who discovered a new island and decided that it would be runned in a CFNM manner...
 
I don't know what happend to that forum, but let's create a thread on this topic:
- How would a CFNM island look like?  
- How would life on that island look like?
- What stories can come out from this situation?
- What would be the constitution?
- How would male-female relations would be?...
 
Write your thoughts and fantasies...
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #1 on: May 13th, 2011, 6:44pm »
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I am bringing back this question from many years ago.
So if we could build a fantasy, cfnm resort, what would it look like?
The questions in the original post should be guidelines for everybody to really go for what could be a wonderful fantasy, resort.
I will post some of my ideas later, but I would like to see where others go with this.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #2 on: May 14th, 2011, 8:01am »
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love this idea! for me the word island makes me think of a desert island type location? is this the idea? i personally like to think of it as more of a whole town with great beaches etc but also with shops, restaurants and the like.......this seems to me to create even more wonderful cfnm scenarios. cant wait to see what ideas people have but i'll throw it in the ring first that chilled jill should be queen of the island with everybody ultimately answerable to her! of course she would have an all female government alongside her and a special cfnm female police force to make sure the laws of the island are upheld but she would be queen!
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #3 on: May 14th, 2011, 8:46am »
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I;ve often fantasied about being at a Boys boardings school where the HeadMistress forces boys to attend nude or a jail run be female guards who force the inmates to be nude or a small army outpost where the female officer makes her men stay nude.
 
So yeah - CFNM island sounds great
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« Reply #4 on: May 14th, 2011, 4:28pm »
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My initial thought is a resort (tropical beach style) with three different "villages."  One would be for cougars and it would be filled with college boys who would get free room and board and beer for coming to the resort provided that they were willing to have sex with any woman who asked (not too much of a task for drunk college boys).  The second village would be for women who brought their own boys, and that could be a place designed for husband swapping.  The third village would be for women and their men who enjoyed humiliation and light bondage and s/m.  
Needless to say, the boys would be permitted sandals, sunblock and hats and nothing else.  For village one, when a group of boys got to the island, they would have a public strip off so that those women who were interested could get a load of the fresh meat and get their dibs in for them.  The boys would have to take a "physical exam" as soon as they got in, and whichever woman wanted to play doctor would be given an "examination room" and all the equipment she wanted.  Needless to say, some boys would be examined by a lot of doctors, and the doctors would be allowed to have free rein with their patients.
Now, while this is called cougar village, it would not be limited to older women.  College women who wanted to come to the village and to even pony up enough money to bring a frat or frats with them would be more than welcome.  The boys, however, would have to send in photos to prove that they were quality material to attend.
For villages two and three, the boys might be expected to be naked on the boat ride over.  In those villages, the boys would be the property of the woman who brought them over.  Trading and sharing of boys would be part of daily life, but if a woman simply wanted to display her boy and let him get complimented, but refused to let anyone else use him, that is her right.
 
Rules for all three villages:
1.  Boys are nude everywhere, expect in the dinning rooms where they will wear clear plastic boxer shorts. For all intents and purposes, they remain naked.  
2.  Boys are expected to keep themselves exposed at all times; hands belong behind the back but not obstructing the view of the rump.
3.  Boys are there to be eye candy and sexual beings.  They engage in conversation only when invited into the conversation.  Other than that, they stand at arms reach unless they are actively pleasuring a woman.
4.  In the cougar village, the boys will have a dorm, but any woman who wishes to go into the dorm to get a boy/toy to use is welcome to do so.  It should also be noted that there will be womens' bathrooms and coed bathrooms.  While most women would not be interested, there are some women who would love to hold it while a man uses the facilities.
(That is it for now.  Feel free to add to the rules or anything else.)
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #5 on: May 15th, 2011, 11:34pm »
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While this could be just a resort, say in the desert in California or Arizona, I will continue with the fantasy that it is on a tropical island.
 
Therefore to get there would require a boat ride.  The resort would have a private and very secluded dock from which it's boats would sail.  Just to get into the dock area, you would have to go through a gate and show your reservations.  The guard on the gate would then send you to one of three areas.  The first area would be for the big boat that would take the guys and women to the husband display/husband swapping village and to the d/s village.  There would be a sign on entering the waiting area to get on the boat that would read, "male clothing is optional in this zone."  The sign on the dock would read, mandatory male nudity from this point on.  If you have the balls to get on the boat, everybody has to see them."  Most women insist that there companions strip immediately, and often the boys arrive with very few clothes to remove in the first place.  Very often they arrive in gym shorts and tee shirts. This is the place where etiquette is established, where, for instance, women who have been to the island before explain that when you are introduced to another woman's partner, you do not shake his hand, you shake his penis instead.  
The second area is for the boat that takes the women to the cougar village.  This area overlooks the dock for the small boat that would take the boys for the cougar village.  It is a short boat ride, and other than the boys being encouraged to take a viagra, there is nothing exceptional about the trip.  When the boys get to the dock on CFNM Island, they get into a van with tinted window, so that they can see out, but the women cannot see in.
 
As the van drives through the middle of cougar village, the guys get their first sense of what they are in for.  They see a guys being fondled.  They see guys having what seem like regular conversations, except that a woman is playing with their dicks.  And they say guys walking around casually with hard-ons, (that always freaks out first timers.)  The van would finally stop at what looks like a stage, with a group of people beginning to gather in front of it.  
Three very handsome, very buff and very naked men would now get on the van to explain what will happen next and what will happen during the time that the boys are at "camp."  The "welcoming committee" would now explain you are going to be naked and a toy for the next two weeks.  For you new boys, seeing a lot of dicks, especially hard dicks can be upsetting.  You will get used to it, and you will kind of get interested in them.  They all don't look alike, and being curious about them is not the sign of being gay, wanting to suck on them is.  If you want to suck on them, you are in the wrong camp.  So if you are looking at other guys' junk and comparing your own to them; if you are curious about their equipment, just consider yourself normal.  
Remember that if you try to cover up, you will be warned.  If you try to cover up a second time, you will be evicted from the island.  You may not advance on a woman, but you must perform in whatever way a woman asks.  If you just came and your dick will not work, you can tell her that, but she will probably inform you that your tongue seems to be working fine. They would be then told that there will be a strip off in five minutes, and would have the strip off described.  The strip off would be followed by your physicals and probably manscaping; many women don't like to get pubes in their mouths.  However, as you can if you look out the window, nobody in this village looks like an 8 year old.  Some do in one of the other villages.
 
I will be describing the entry to the other two villages in my next posts, and I will probably flesh this out more, but I would welcome other people's additions to this thus far.  If not, then I will be happy to continue talking about my fantasy.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #6 on: May 16th, 2011, 11:50am »
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Wasn't this Island concept disussed back about 2-3 years ago? As Dad pointed out, it never got the attention then, and was never mentioned as to if or not the island ought to be in middle of Atlantic or Pacific ocean. Which one?
 
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« Reply #7 on: May 16th, 2011, 6:52pm »
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Building on what GH posted, I think it'd be intriguing if everyone in town dressed normally, male and female; but local law enforcement would be able to force men to be nude for "disciplinary" reasons.  For example, a man caught jaywalking would not only have to pay a fine, but the female judge could sentence him to 14 days of complete nudity.  He would be forced to maintain his daily routine (work, school, etc.) so no hiding out at home; but he would have to do so completely naked, in full view of his coworkers, fellow students, the cute cashier at the grocery store, and so on.  The situation could also cause some good-natured teasing, like, "Uh-oh, someone's been a naughty boy," when the guy showed up naked at school one morning.
 
I'm not saying complete nudity for all men 24/7 wouldn't be fun, but I like the idea of forced nudity as a punishment; and the fact that most men would be clothed would make the nudity of the naked men that much more pronounced and that much more embarrassing for them.  I can't speak for the women, but I think it would also be fun for them when someone they are accustomed to seeing clothed would suddenly and unexpectedly be forced to show up naked.
 
Another thought in the "nudity as punishment" category would involve boys at the local high school who, instead of serving detention for things like cheating on a test, would be forced to serve as nude models for the girls' art class, or the girls' anatomy class.  Again, I think a boy being forced to be naked in front of girls as a punishment, in some ways that's even sexier than if the girls are used to seeing all of the boys naked all the time.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #8 on: May 16th, 2011, 9:31pm »
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on May 16th, 2011, 11:50am, BillBulloney wrote:
Wasn't this Island concept disussed back about 2-3 years ago? As Dad pointed out, it never got the attention then, and was never mentioned as to if or not the island ought to be in middle of Atlantic or Pacific ocean. Which one?
 
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Since it is tropical or semi-tropical, I think it ought to be off the Florida Keys or perhaps off Baja.  It should be in international waters, so not subject to American laws but close enough for an hour or less boat ride.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #9 on: May 16th, 2011, 9:34pm »
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on May 16th, 2011, 6:52pm, sprocket1986 wrote:
Building on what GH posted, I think it'd be intriguing if everyone in town dressed normally, male and female; but local law enforcement would be able to force men to be nude for "disciplinary" reasons.  For example, a man caught jaywalking would not only have to pay a fine, but the female judge could sentence him to 14 days of complete nudity.  He would be forced to maintain his daily routine (work, school, etc.) so no hiding out at home; but he would have to do so completely naked, in full view of his coworkers, fellow students, the cute cashier at the grocery store, and so on.  The situation could also cause some good-natured teasing, like, "Uh-oh, someone's been a naughty boy," when the guy showed up naked at school one morning.
 
I'm not saying complete nudity for all men 24/7 wouldn't be fun, but I like the idea of forced nudity as a punishment; and the fact that most men would be clothed would make the nudity of the naked men that much more pronounced and that much more embarrassing for them.  I can't speak for the women, but I think it would also be fun for them when someone they are accustomed to seeing clothed would suddenly and unexpectedly be forced to show up naked.
 
Another thought in the "nudity as punishment" category would involve boys at the local high school who, instead of serving detention for things like cheating on a test, would be forced to serve as nude models for the girls' art class, or the girls' anatomy class.  Again, I think a boy being forced to be naked in front of girls as a punishment, in some ways that's even sexier than if the girls are used to seeing all of the boys naked all the time.

 
I like this idea, but for another story about a town run by women.  No jails, but if men are convicted of crimes they are humiliated by naked servitude.  Nice thought.  Perhaps all boys athletics are naked as are the male cheerleaders for girls sports?  The town would have to be in some tropical local too.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #10 on: May 16th, 2011, 10:22pm »
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More on the cougar village:
 
The women in the cougar village wear clothing which seem to be modest, but allow for full access when they want it.  The flowing caftans that are worn by some seem to hide the body but the sides overlap so that the garment can easily be divided, and therefore, when a woman is seated, they can be easily parted for enjoyment.  Bikini bottoms and one piece bathing suits seem normal until a woman parts her legs, at which point their center panel parts and they become crotchless.  Miniskirts and even midi skirts are made of cotton with one layer over another so that the center can easily be exposed to a waiting face.  This is most useful in the pool "spa" area.  This area is a place for women to relax, have a drink and use a boy or two.
The area is a wooden deck roughly 5 feet off the ground.  There are 10 or 12 of what appear to be circular tables and padded chairs around the table.  However a careful look reveals that the tables are really more of an awning over a pit.  There are two ramps that go from the deck down into each pit.  So that a woman may sit comfortably on the chair, spread her legs, rearrange her skirt or if she is in a bikini just relax and spread her legs.  She then tells one of the boys to go down into the pit and practice using his tongue.  Perhaps she has been stroking the boy for a while before she sends him down, or perhaps she is playing with one boy and sends another down as she continues playing with the first.  By the end of this massage therapy session at the spa, all of her tension will be long gone.  If the boys are lucky, the will also have released their tension, but if not, they will just have to walk around with their bones and leekage.
 
Breasts are covered, of course, but the material is clingy and tight, which of course, excites the boys and the women are eager to show off their attributes since teasing the boys is one of the fun games in the village. Stroking the guys, playing with their chests and butts, as well making them rub up against women's bodies and pushing their faces into breasts and crotches and then walking away leaving the boy erect and horny but unable to release himself is one of the great games of the island.  Boys know that they are not allowed to pull on their own other than once or twice to make it be a bit longer.  However, if it gets to be too bad, there are stages where a boy can go to masturbate in front of a group of appreciative women.  However, before he can do so, he has to go to the p.a. and announce that in two minutes he will be jerking his chicken (he has to give his full name) and then take a quick cold shower so that he really starts from scratch.  Of course, any woman who wants to give him a hand, a mouth, or a toy - blowup dolls are often used - can feel free to do so.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #11 on: May 18th, 2011, 10:00am »
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I can't help thinking of a character in the new movie, BRIDESMAIDS , who promotes the idea of a wild bachelorette party -- "I need balls in my face! Balls!" Ladies like her and the wonderful Chilled Jill would enjoy a CFNM Island of any form or protocols, so I think that the philosophy of the Island should be to make more reluctant or "shy"  women comfortable and relaxed with rampant male nudity. This pervasive "mood" might be helped by a lot of sculpture and perhaps topiary depicting male nudity. The "law" of male submissiveness should emphasize the women's ease and relaxation rather than the expectation of sexual contact or encouragement of "hooking up". Women should be able to satisfy their curiosity about the naked male body in group situations as well as one-on-one contact. I like the idea of women being greeted and flattered by large numbers of  meekly submissive nude men and the practive of women being seated while the men stand -- indeed cocks and balls in the women's faces!
 
The location has to be mild, mild, mild -- Never cold yet without oppressive sun. The Caribbean is too
hot! And it should be accessible so as to encourage tourism. The South Pacific, just north of Australia  or south of Hawaii  or not too far south of the North American west coast seem to me the friendliest potential locations.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #12 on: May 19th, 2011, 12:00am »
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I would agree with the sculpture and depictions of nude men as well as images of phallic symbols, dicks, butts, pecs, male torsos, and balls everywhere.  But I would suggest that submissive men are not what women want; what they want are powerful men who use that power simply to please women.  The guys we want on the island are boys and men who simply love to give pleasure to women.  They do whatever women want not out of submissiveness, but because they get as much pleasure from making a woman cum as the woman get cumming.  The guys on the island should not be submissive; they should be active and passionate.  They should wrestle with each other to see who gets to his face in between any woman's legs.  Each boy/man on the island should consider his body a toy for every woman on the island and should get nothing but joy from being teased, sucked, rubbed, stroked, and fucked.  
Each boy on the island should want to be thought of as the best dick a woman could get.  He should think that if he could spend his entire day doing nothing but eating pussy, he would be in heaven.  At the end of a day on the island, he should rejoice in the fact that his dick hurts because he has been made to cum so many times, and that tomorrow he is going to do it all again, and he should get a boner just thinking about that.  He should realize that when he gets home he will be beating off to memories of all the women who treated him as a sex object and all of the sex he had because of it. At no time in his life, other than on the island will he get off with as many women and with as many women as many times.  A boy/man who is accepted to spend time on the island should love being ridden by women, and should know that after he cums, he will be expected to lick the platter clean.  And both acts should get him hard again and again.  The boys/men who are on the island should be there not to submit, but to be assertive.  Their body language should assert that I am here to pleasure you, to be your toy, and to do everything I can to make you squeel.
Now that does not meant that they are aggressive to the women.  They should not come on to any one.  They are there to be available, to be play things.  They are to stand around, to play sports, to talk to each other, but when a woman approaches, they are to drop whatever they are doing and satisfy her, and to love satisfying her.  When she is finished, so are they, even if they have not yet cum.  Each boy/man knows that he will cum more often then he ever has back home, and that if he is walking around with a bone, unsatisfied from his last encounter, some women will use his erection.  And if not, he can put on a show on the masturbation stage.
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« Reply #13 on: May 19th, 2011, 5:07am »
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I like stories of this type to be realistic, rather than based on exagerated fantasy.
Maybe a penal island where convicted males are sent, like the French had in Guiana, where the males are made to work nude, paraded nude for roll calls, and punished nude for misbehaviour, in front of the resident officers' wives and daughters.
Of course the girls and women would take pity, or fancy, to some of these males and pleasure him while the officers are not looking. Or tease him to pleasure himself in front of her.
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Re: CFNM Island
« Reply #14 on: May 19th, 2011, 2:26pm »
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How about an Atoll in the Indian ocean
Just make sure the guys have plenty of sun cream.....
 
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How about an Atoll in the Indian ocean
Just make sure the guys have plenty of sun cream.....
 
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The atoll would be fine, but it would be too far away.  The cost of the this Island resort would not be cheap for the women, since they would be paying for the boys.  Now the sorority girls who came to the cougar village might have mom and dad pay for their spring break vacation without knowing exactly what kind of holiday they were subsidizing, or the girls would hold fund raising events to pay for it, but it would not be cheap in any case.  Putting it that far away would make it out of reach for all but the very rich.  
 
I would suggest that it be either off the coast of Georgia or the Carolinas or off California, perhaps near San Diego.  Of course, it could still be a rancho resort in the desert of the South West.
 
As for the sun screen, the women will be only too happy to lather it on the boys, especially on those parts that usually don't get exposed to the sun.  
 
The idea of a penal colony is another good idea, but it really is a different idea.  I don't think that a resort island for men and women into cfnm is that far fetched.  There are enough people into this fetish, and no reason why it could not fly.  I mean it certainly wouldn't rival club med for popularity, but it could have a decent following.
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on May 19th, 2011, 2:26pm, GH wrote:
How about an Atoll in the Indian ocean
Just make sure the guys have plenty of sun cream.....
 
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And a good whip  for their female overseers.
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« Reply #17 on: May 20th, 2011, 9:29am »
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I like how you guys think.  
 
Now the Indian Ocean is a posibility that was never given much thought until here. I was originally ONLY thinking of the two major oceans. Now there is three and maybe a fourth one to place the island locatin at.
 
 
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    As for the second village - the couples village.  This was the area in the resort for women to bring their boys.  Usually this means that women bring their husbands or boy friends or "nephews."  Since the women who are able to afford these kinds of vacations are affluent (or their other halves who enjoy being the sex objects are), these women are able to take care of themselves.  Even those in the late 50s and 60s would often be considered MILFs.  The men they bring are often trophy boys and considerably younger but not always.  But even the men who are well into their 50s keep themselves in great shape because they don't want to be ignored , and no woman wants to be that person who cannot find someone who would want to trade for her man.  The real function of the village is husband swapping.  
 
     Some of the couples who come are part of swinging groups.  Often those swinging groups would be wife swappers but the women would get tired of that, so they would bring the guys for a little turnabout.  On occasion, the turnabout would become life changing.  Sometimes two or three sisters will bring their husbands or boyfriends; possibly though much less likely would be other family arrangements.  There would even be occasions where aunts will bring their real nephews and his friends, but that is rare.  Usually nephew is a code word for a younger man a woman is keeping for play.  
 
     The games would actually begin on the boat ride over to the island.  The male clothing optional section would be in the waiting area to get on the boat; the boat required total male nudity.  Therefore, the boys would have to get on the boat naked, and the boat ride would offer the women their first opportunity to examine the quality of the sex toys for their holiday.  The women would naturally realize that there would be more beef on the island, so the ride would be just the starting point for negotiation.  The boys would be expect to stand around front forward unless requested to show their backsides.  
 
     There would be comfortable sofas and chairs for the women but metal (easy to clean chairs) for the naked backsides of the boys.  When women invited boys to sit down, it really was simply a chance to stroke them to show off their wares to other perspective traders.  So if two women were sitting on a couch talking about their husbands/boyfriends, they would call the boys over to sit them down and get the boys hard so that they could compare erections.  The women would compare all of the boys attributes, and needless to say, it would be considered the height of rudeness for the boys to speak unless they they were spoken to.  Therefore, one women might be talking about the rigidity of her man's bone and how his bubble butt was always thrusting while they had sex.  While the next was saying that her boy, as you can see, has almost a beer can of a dick, and look at his chest; amazing isn't it?  At times the boys would be told to stand up and let themselves be felt, groped, and measured.  Since the cabin of the boat would not be all that large, all of the other women could watch those interviews and at the same time check out all the other boys who were standing around.  
    When got on the boat, each woman wrote her room number on her boy's butt and chest so that the other women knew where to go if they were interested in a trade at any time in the.   Some women would have clipboards and charts to make sure that they remember the ones who they liked best, and they would write down the numbers they liked the best.  Most also had cameras to record the best sausage, and they also took pictures of those room numbers.  
 
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    Once the boat docks, the boys would be presented to the rest of the village's female vacationers.  As the boat docked, a horn would go off and a sign would light up that would say something like Fresh Beef.  Both the boys and their significant others would get off the boat, and they would line up on a stage on or near the dock.  Each woman would be expected to give a brief description of her boy, focusing on the full size of his penis, his ability to use his tongue, how well he can pump, and whatever other important sexual details she thinks necessary.  She would then show off his other physical attributes as if she were showing off a stud horse, which is really what she is doing.  Some women would focus on the size and shape of their boy's balls, or pecs or arms.  Some would stress powerful asses or thighs.   The other women would of course be taking notes and pictures to compare all of the studs for trades.
 
   During the day, the women and men loll around the beaches or the pool, as they would in any beach resort.  That is normal.  What is different is that the women are busy negotiating with each other about trades.  While there may be one for one trades for the evening, very often there would be multiple trades where a woman would have to trade for one boy in order to trade him to another woman to get the boy she really wants.  That whole trading process is part of what makes it enjoyable, and the boys have no idea which hotel room they will be sleeping in that night, or who they will find there.  Their job is to pleasure whoever it is.  However, they will often be called out of the swimming pool or the sea or wherever they are playing to show off their goods to a possible trading partner, and then get sent back to play without knowing the results of the negotiations until they get sent to their room for the night.
 
     In addition to this, there are the nightly contests for the boys.  Besides the jumping jacks and push up contests, there would be dexterity contests.  Boys would be expected to kneel down and lick out pudding that would be on the insides of wedge-shaped jars that are placed on stools that would be crotch levels for most women.  The boy whose tongue could reach the deepest and clear out the most pudding, of course, would win.  Mud or oil wrestling would also be a popular sport as would volley ball.  The female spectators would get an endless number of balls to keep their eyes upon.
 
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I've read (and posted below) a story about a CFNM Island, because in the tribe the males go nude.
 
I'd love to see more variations on this theme, there's a lot of opportunities not explored that with this story as well (friends, others from his country seeing pictures, film crew, etc.).
 
 
 
http://www8.kinghost.com/fetish/melchi/cfnmstories/anonymous_islandboi.h tml
 
Island Boi
by ?
 
Well, as usual, the "great" Dr. Wilhelmina Ehrlich got her way. The most beloved female anthropologist since Margaret Mead, she was on her way to begin a long-desired, well-financed study of the Akua people – a little-known Polynesian tribe whose home island had never really hit the fashion pages like Tahiti or even Bora-Bora. It wasn't that it was a particularly small island - it was larger than Hawai’i itself. It had just never caught the imagination of either artists or travel promoters.
 
Wilhelmina had loved the island from the first time she'd seen it. Full
of lush tropical jungle, it was singularly devoid of dangerous
varieties of mammals, reptiles and insects. The people were
physically beautiful (to her mind, at least) - golden skinned, with
diet and tradition leading to near-perfect physical proportions. Life
for the Akua was easy, but their customs were strenuous enough to keep them fit from cradle to grave - life was like one long athletic
competition in the more remote villages.
 
In the one major port city, Lahuana, Western civilization had had some impact. The natives who lived there made their livings catering to Western incursions. Although the tourist traffic was slight, it was
steady - enough to establish a tourist-based economy for at least a
few hundred people who lived and worked in the town.
 
Nevertheless, what Wilhelmina had seen in the small, largely untouched up-country communities had sold her on the Akua way of life. It was unique so different from any other society she had studied that she felt like a graduate student again - excited, full of anticipation, energized, as she hadn't been in years.
 
The only problem was her son, Gregory. He was just entering his senior year of high school, a 17-year-old with the world in his grasp. He was smart, good-looking, popular, athletic in his peer group, he
ruled. She felt him drifting into a world that she didn't entirely
approve of - a world of shallow minds and powerful egos. As an
anthropologist, she knew, for a certainty, that if he finished his
senior year in his present school, with the company he was keeping,
she'd never really be able to reach him again. Which was why, despite his anger and all the resistance he could muster, she had taken him out of school and brought him with her to the South Pacific. "Home schooling" she called it - no problem with that - with her
credentials, he would have no difficulty passing standardized exams
for his degree.
 
As they stepped off the boat in Lahuana, (there was no air travel to
the island), she was buoyant - everything was just as she had
remembered. However, one black cloud remained - Gregory was still in his furious teen mode. For the entire trip, he'd barely had a civil word for his mother. His life was ruined - period. And it was all her
fault. The last thing he wanted was to waste a year of his life on
some godforsaken uncivilized island, playing big bwana to the natives.
 
She was actually a little worried - it was beginning to look like
she'd waited too long. Her lovable little Germ had grown beyond her
reach - he was now more like some full-blown disease - unreachable and relentless in his antagonism. For the last leg of the trip - the
five-day boat ride from the nearest airport-equipped island - she had
booked them a shared cabin. She was determined to eke out as much time in the field as possible, given the finite nature of the
endowment that was financing her, and she was cutting every corner
possible to save money.
 
But her son was right about one thing - she was still thinking of him
as a little boy, when he had become, without her realizing it, a man.
Or nearly so, at least in body. His mind was still that of a
spoiled teenager, but he was turning into an incredibly gorgeous young man. Even as his mother, she could finally see that. In the cramped quarters of their shared cabin, she became aware of the size of him -he took up a surprising amount of space - especially in his surly standoffish mood. He was tall and had a good high school athlete’s body - narrow waist, well-developed chest and legs. In the t-shirt and boxers that he wore to bed (and obviously felt fully dressed in), she was aware of his full pecs, big biceps and muscular thighs.
 
On one occasion, when she'd gotten up before him (as she did every
morning), he had kicked the sheet partly off his bed, fully revealing
his morning erection, which thrust out the fly of his boxers. He was
truly huge - his swollen cock was at least 8 or 9 inches long and as
big around as a beer bottle. He was uncircumcised, but the enormous
head of his cock protruded completely beyond the foreskin,
accentuating the rigidity of his erection. She couldn't resist
staring at it for several minutes, while he moaned and thrust his
hips, obviously rapt in some erotic dream. Finally, afraid he'd wake
up to see her there, she delicately drew the sheet back over his body
and left the cabin, not returning until she was sure he'd already
gotten up and dressed. She was pretty sure he had no idea what had
happened, but for several days, she was plagued by mental flashes of that beautiful cock of his, distracting her from her work and
disturbing her sleep.
 
----
 
After several days in Lahuana, Gregory was beginning to get used to the idea that he wasn't going to be spending his senior year screwing
Angela Jordan (as he had planned).
 
He sulked around the cottage that his mother had rented for them, but since she spent most of her time on protracted visits to the interior,
all that prime sulking was really wasted. He finally started
wandering around the town, finding little or nothing to interest him.
The girls looked pretty good, but they were natives. He'd grown up
in an anthropological family, and natives didn't really seem like
people to him. Objects of interest, but not the kind of creatures a
guy could treat like equals. Or be friends with.
 
The beach was great, though. He decided he'd at least get a
scandalous tan, and decided to buy a really small bikini and spend his days lying out. He knew from past summers that his skin would turn a smooth golden tan and his blond hair would go near white from the sun.
 
With his mother gone most of the time, he was really starting to get
lonely. He had to admit (to himself) that he was even glad to see her
when she came back from her frequent trips. He began noticing the
young people in the town. At first, it was confusing - it seemed as
though there were two different types of natives - half of them wore
light but conventional western clothing. But the other half - the
girls wore wraparound skirts with no tops - their breasts were
completely bare. They didn't seem particularly conscious of it, nor
did anyone else. Of course, Gregory noticed. Without any sexual
outlet, he was constantly horny and the sight of those beautiful, tan
breasts had him constantly hard. As oversized as his cock was, this
meant that he finally had to give up on the scandalous tan - he
started wearing baggy shorts, with his most powerful jock underneath.
 
He finally figured out that the difference between the two types of
clothing was just a matter of where the girls lived - those that lived
permanently in the town wore t-shirts and shorts or skirts. It was
only those from the villages who went bare-breasted - and he only saw them when they happened to come to town, usually to visit relatives or purchase supplies.
 
While the girls excited him, he found the appearance of the boys his
age more disturbing. Again, the townies dressed a lot like him, but
the village boys were always completely naked. Even in town. And not just the young ones. The ones his age - with their well-developed
bodies - firm muscles, flat bellies, and fat uncircumcised cocks swaying as they walked. They tended to be smooth-bodied - very little body hair. Even their pubic hair was minimal - just the one neat patch
above the cock - the rest of the belly perfectly smooth. He noticed
that they tended to have well-developed buttocks and thighs - they
must do a lot of running. When not moving, they looked like Roman
statues. While they seemed very friendly, he was too uncomfortable
around them to carry on a conversation, let alone in French, which was the only non-Polynesian language most of them spoke.
 
He was just beginning to relax into the eventless life of the town
when his mother came home one evening, very excited.
 
"They've agreed to let us join a village!" she couldn't stop grinning
as she gave him the news.
 
He stuck with the aloof teen attitude, but inside he knew why she was
excited. He knew enough about her work to realize that this was a big
deal - that she could get a lot more information from the inside than
just by observing. "What do you mean, 'us'?" he asked.
 
"Both of us," she answered. "They know I have a son and they offered a hut and acceptance into their tribe - well, their village, actually. These things are handled on a village basis. We have to move fast. I want to be up there tomorrow. The process takes a week or two and he sooner we start the better."
 
"Uh, what exactly do we have to do? To join them?"
 
Wilhelmina was relieved. Without saying so directly, his question made
it clear that he wasn't going to refuse outright. She had to admit
she didn't know exactly what would be involved. That was part of the
process - to learn the rules and procedures.
 
Both of them worked in near-congenial silence for the rest of the day,
packing up everything they'd need, packaging the rest to leave it
behind until later. They took a boat halfway around the island to
get to a point that would shorten the overland trek by half.
 
In the morning, they hired a farm wagon and oxen, loaded their boxes
into it and started plodding up the trail toward the village. Within
half an hour, they were in dense jungle. Despite himself, Gregory was
excited - he'd never seen real jungle before - not in person. Halfway
through the day, they were met by a group from the village who
welcomed them to their part of the island and accompanied the wagon in a festive mood as it continued on its way up the slowly climbing trail. Gregory was gratified by the concern and consideration being shown them. He had not realized in what high regard his mother was held here.
 
When they finally reached the village, Gregory was in a complete haze he was exhausted and hardly able to keep his eyes open. He and his
mother were shown to their new home - a three-room structure that
allowed each of them a private sleeping area and a general room for
cooking, eating and study. He just rolled into bed, barely managing
to strip down to his shorts.
 
The following morning, he overslept - from sheer exhaustion. They had already been visited by the chieftain of the village, who gave Wilhelmina her initial instructions on becoming a villager. In a nutshell, they were to conform as completely as possible to village norms – whether any unusual requests or "outsider" items or behaviours would be allowed could be discussed (as need arose) and decided upon by the village council. But the council's decisions were final - it would be considered insulting to continue to argue for any special requests after a formal process had been gone through.
 
It was pretty much what she had hoped for - the people were, in
general, very reasonable and kindly, and it was actually her own
preference that exceptions not be made. Her research would be that
much more valuable if her experience was authentically Akua and not
some hybrid.
 
She was looking forward, with some trepidation, to Gregory's reaction
to all this. Because she was perfectly aware - although it did not
seem to have occurred to him - that he was going to have to dress
Akua-style during the several months that she planned for them to
spend in the village. And when Gregory woke up, he found himself
already clothed in the Akua style of dress for 17-year-old boys - he
was stark naked. A couple of the village boys of his age had come in
while he was sleeping and removed his boxers as part of the "removal of the foreign objects" process. All their belongings that the
chieftain questioned or outright forbade were removed and placed in general storage building. It was understood that Wilhelmina and the
chieftain would discuss some of those items, but there was no real question about Gregory's clothing - he would have none that was absolute.
 
Gregory woke to Wilhelmina's calling him to breakfast. He was confused at first could not figure out where he was - then he remembered the long journey they had taken and their arrival the night before. He was somewhat embarrassed when he realized he was naked - somebody must have removed his shorts. He got off the mat he had been sleeping on and looked around, but saw no obvious place where there might be clothing. He still had a morning half-hard-on and finally, out of a need to urinate, he looked around the corner of the door into the common room. "Hey, Mom, where's the toilet? And where's my clothes?"
 
Wilhelmina looked at his tousled head and as much of his bare upper
body as was revealed around the doorframe. "The toilet is outdoors -
at the north end of the village. There's one for men and one for
women. The men's is at the end of a short path that angles off toward
the left." She grinned at him. "And your clothes are in storage. As
long as we're here, you'll be dressing in the Akua style. In fact,
you're already dressed in the Akua style, as it happens - 17-year-old
boys wear nothing at all. Well, for formal occasions, they wear a
head band and a belt, but you'll have to make those for yourself."
 
He stared at her, suddenly looking extraordinarily young with his
mussed blond hair and his wide blue eyes. "You're kidding, right?"
 
She shook her head. "No, Gregory. Surely, you noticed the village boys while you were in town? I don't believe you weren't aware of that." Actually, she was quite certain that he hadn't thought it through right now, she was just trying to make it a pride thing - she didn't
think he'd admit being so unobservant.
 
And she was right. "Well, yeah," he said, making an obvious effort to
remain calm. "But I didn't think that would apply to me. They know
that that's not our custom. Surely they wouldn't expect me to be able
to go around stark naked just like that."
 
"Well, Gregory, you see, to them it's no big deal. I don't think it
would occur to them that you'd mind a bit."
 
"Well, I do mind." He sounded a little panicky. "I can't go out like
this." He sounded almost in pain. "And I really do have to go.
Right now." He was moving from foot to foot, inadvertently exposing
little flashes of naked hip and thigh around the doorframe as he did.
 
"Sorry, Gregory. But you're going to have to go just as you are. No
one will pay the slightest attention. Honestly. You saw how it was
yesterday. All the boys your age are completely bare - all the time.
They would only find it odd if you weren't naked." She frowned at
him. "Now hurry up - run if you want to, but just follow the path
that way," (pointing north, since she assumed he had no directional
bearings yet), "and get it over with. I'm starving and I've waited
breakfast for you, so I don't have much patience."
 
She could see that he wanted to argue more, but it was just as clear
that his bladder wasn't going to wait much longer. Finally, he
shuffled into the main room, trying to keep his genitals covered as he
turned to the door and then, literally, ran out the door. She walked
over to the door to watch and giggled as she saw him dash up the path such a gorgeous body he had. His ass was similar in type to the
locals - full, round cheeks, totally hairless. But now that she was
seeing it (for the first time) fully naked, she realized that it was
actually quite a bit fuller than most of the natives, especially in
contrast to his narrow, athletic waist. She was surprised to see that
his ass was a real work of art - and erotic art, at that. Most of it
hadn't seen the sun in many years, and she watched fondly as his
amazingly white cheeks jiggled and bounced as he ran.
 
There weren't many villagers around - those that saw him stared openly (of course - regardless of what she had told him, they were all going to be very curious about the newcomers). She noticed they all had broad smiles on their faces as they went about their business once Gregory had disappeared into the bushes.
 
She sat down at her desk and began working on her notes, giving Gregory the space to come back into the hut without being looked at. And a few minutes later, she heard the pattering of his bare feet as he dashed back inside. She got up and motioned him to the table. "Just sit and I'll put breakfast on." Carefully avoiding staring, she
served the local porridge-like dish with some spices and coconut milk.
 
He was reassured enough by her calmness and the tabletop covering him that he managed to begin eating - he was obviously starving, too.
 
Of course, the tabletop didn't really cover him that well - Wilhelmina
was impressed once again by how beautiful he was - his body was
classical, perfect. And his cock and balls, which were readily
visible to her as she moved around the room, were quite large. Bigger
than any man she'd ever been with. Certainly bigger than any of the
villagers, that she'd seen. She smiled. He was just going to have to
get used to being stared at - not for being naked, but for being so
goddamned hot. Even the villagers thought so - a couple of them had
commented on his looks last night, and she'd seen the expressions on the faces of those that had seen him naked this morning.
 
And of course, contrary to what Wilhelmina had just told Gregory, the
villagers knew perfectly well that Gregory was going to be deeply
embarrassed by his enforced nudity. They were not ignorant of
western culture and were looking forward to having a good deal of
enjoyment - at Gregory's expense.
 
As he ate, Wilhelmina informed Gregory that she had asked one of the boys to come by after breakfast, to show Gregory around. She also handed him a tube of the highest rated sun block she had. "Here - make sure you cover yourself thoroughly with this. The parts of you that are lily-white will burn very quickly in this tropical sun - it's critical
that you keep your whole body covered with this for the first week or
so. After that, we'll see. It shouldn't take too long."
 
Gregory's eyes widened a little - he hadn't even thought about that.
 
"Kehea will help you - you're not going to be able to do it right
otherwise. Especially on your back and backside. I've already
explained to him what to do and how to do it." Gregory's discomfort
with this idea was so obvious that she immediately went on. "One
problem is going to be that this is really a traditional village - the
people here do not speak English. You'll have to learn the language
as quickly as possible - Kehea will help you there, as well. He knows
just a few words of English - I taught him. He knows French a little
better, so your Latin might help there when you're struggling for a
word. But the best thing is just to try to learn the Akuan words and
use them as best you can." She went to her desk. "Here's a list of
some of the basics - they're pronounced like Hawaiian - pronounce
every vowel separately. You shouldn't have any trouble making
yourself understood. If you do, Kehea will be there to help."
 
Gregory was starting to look deeply uneasy with all this. His anxiety
level was rising by the moment. Fortunately, Kehea chose that moment to show up.
 
In the usual manner of the villagers, he made a small noise with his
feet outside the door, and then walked in. He walked up to Gregory and held out his hand. "Hello!" he said in a triumphant voice.
 
Gregory was totally panicked. He was completely naked and confronted by another naked guy his own age - in front of his fully dressed mother, no less. He froze in place, hoping to stay at least a little covered by the tabletop.
 
Kehea's broad smile slowly dimmed. Confused, he turned to Wilhelmina and asked (in Akua), "Does he not understand me? Did I do something wrong?"
 
Wilhelmina glared at her son. "Now, come on, Gregory. You have better manners than that. He thinks he's offended you somehow. Just bite the bullet - stand up, shake his hand, and say hello. That's all you
need to do. Pretend you're in the locker room after gym or something,
but do it now."
 
Ashamed at the way he'd rained on Kehea's parade, he gritted his teeth and followed orders. He stood up, reached out his hand to Kehea, smiling as sincerely as he could manage, and said, "Hello!"
 
Kehea's smile resurfaced and he reached out and shook Gregory's hand.
 
Realizing that much of Gregory's embarrassment was because of her
presence, Wilhelmina quickly sent them into Gregory's room to put on the sun block. "And make sure you cover every inch - I don't want to have to rush you off to the doctor for second-degree burns." She repeated the instruction in Akua to make sure Kehea understood the seriousness of the process.
 
Over the next half-hour or so, she was intrigued by sounds from
Gregory's room. At first, it almost sounded like the seduction of a
sorority girl, with a lot of "No!" and "Stop that!" But after a few
minutes, there was little talking - the only sound she heard was the
occasional (almost obscene) snorting sound as more cream was squeezed out of the tube.
 
She peeked in once, to see Gregory on his knees and elbows with his ass in the air. Kehea was carefully and methodically spreading the lotion over the other boy's spectacularly spread ass cheeks. As she watched, Kehea spread huge dollops of lotion up and down Gregory's wide-open ass crack, massaging the slippery stuff into his white skin. Without missing a beat, he massaged the goop into Gregory's tiny pink asshole. Wilhelmina could see Gregory tensing up, but it was over in a moment, and he let it go. Kehea noticed her peeking in and gave her a broad wink and a grin. She ducked away before Gregory noticed her.
 
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, Gregory was still red-faced and sheepish - but, clearly, very thoroughly greased up. Every inch of his body was shining with the lotion.
 
"Don't worry, Gregory, it'll soak in, in a few minutes and you won't
look quite so much like a greased pig."
 
He glared at her, obviously not much appreciating her attempt at
humour. She realized that he probably did think he looked like a
greased pig.
 
"Just kidding. You look fine. Now Kehea is going to show you some of the key places in the village. And remember to use your vocabulary
whenever you can. Do you see the word there for 'thank you'?"
 
Reluctantly, Gregory checked over the list. It was there, of course.
 
"So - say it to Kehea. Now."
 
Still looking annoyed, Gregory carefully read out the words in Akua.
 
Kehea's face lit up. He came back with a torrent of Akua.
 
Wilhelmina laughed. "He says that it was his pleasure. You have a very
fine body. You must be a good athlete."
 
Gregory flushed slightly, but gamely came back with the words for
'thank you' and 'yes.'
 
Wilhelmina could see that Gregory must have had some trouble with getting an erection. His cock was still swollen and pinker than usual. A little of his cockhead could be seen thrusting out from behind his
foreskin. She giggled (internally) - he looked simply huge. The
villagers were going to love it.
 
Kehea gestured for him to follow and stepped outside. Gregory looked
totally panicked for a moment, then took a deep breath and, wide-eyed, followed him out.
 
Again, Wilhelmina stood in the doorway to watch him off. Walking, he
was much sexier than running. His full, round ass cheeks dimpled and shifted - first left, then right. Then left, then right. It was
truly poetry in motion. Even from behind, she could see his heavy
cock swaying between his legs. Glancing around at the surrounding
huts, she could see several of her neighbours watching as well – some through their doors, some actually stepping outside. They clearly approved of what they saw. Noticing Wilhelmina at the door, they smiled and nodded at her and made the gesture that was the Akua equivalent of the "OK" sign in Canada.
 
From Gregory's point of view, however, everything was moving way too fast. He felt a sudden gust of warm air between his moist ass cheeks and was reminded with a shock that he was walking stark naked down the main drag of a village. He could see people everywhere they smiled and waved, but, fortunately, they pretty much kept their distance. (Wilhelmina had suggested that they give the teenager a little space in the beginning - to give him a chance to get used to things.)
 
But every few yards, it seemed one of the boys would come up to them and introduce himself before fading back into the village scene. Each one walked up to Kehea and tapped him lightly on the chest, then, when Kehea spoke his name to Gregory, the boy turned to Gregory and tapped his chest. Using more sign language than English, Kehea conveyed to Gregory that this was equivalent to a handshake. (Since Wilhelmina didn't want any western influences here, she had briefed Kehea in no uncertain terms that Gregory should be treated exactly like a villager no catering to his western background.) Gregory quickly learned to follow suit, tapping each youngster in turn.
 
Kehea had to demonstrate a couple of times exactly how to do it. At
first the native boys giggled and Kehea let Gregory know that he was
tapping in the wrong place - there was a rather small "correct" area -
on the right pectoral muscle within a couple of inches of the nipple
(but not on the nipple). And it was surprisingly difficult to hit it
(if you weren't used to it). A couple of times Gregory hit the nipple
and there was a lot of giggling.
 
When they got to the chieftain's house, Kehea showed Gregory the way he (and all "adult" males in the village) should be greeted -- with a fairly deep bow from the waist. And it was to be held until the man
tapped him on the top of the head.
 
When they entered the house, the chieftain was very pleased with
Gregory's efforts. So pleased, in fact, that he walked around the
bent-over boy a couple of times ("to admire," as Kehea told him
later). He particularly admired Gregory's white ass cheeks - he had
never seen such white skin before and spent quite a bit of time
examining the teenager's ass. Gregory was deeply humiliated by all
this - he wasn't sure if he was expected to do something (like stand
up), but Kehea's instructions were clear and he decided to stick to
them, even when he felt the chieftain's hands running lightly over his
ass. When the man finally finished his examination and tapped him on the head, Gregory was blushing deeply, but dutifully stood to attention facing the older man. His cock had puffed up a little in response to the sensation of male hands on his sensitive bottom, but he decided it probably wasn't too obvious.
 
There followed a long conversation in Akua between Kehea and the
chieftain. Once when Gregory looked the chieftain in the face, the older man's eyes seemed to be focussed down around Gregory's big cock, and the teenager looked away in confusion. Despite his embarrassment, he could feel his cock beginning to plump up a little more from the attention, and he tried to concentrate on other things to avoid getting a full erection.
 
As it happened, the conversation was in fact just as focussed on
Gregory's cock as the chieftain's eyes had appeared to be. The chieftain had asked Kehea whether he'd seen Gregory's cock fully erect and Kehea explained that while he'd been applying the sunscreen, it had gotten maybe half-hard, but definitely not a full erection. The chieftain told him that if it ever did get fully hard, Kehea should send for him immediately - he wanted to see it. It looked like it would be a record-breaker anywhere, but it definitely was the largest in this village.
 
Throughout the conversation, the chieftain occasionally smiled and
nodded encouragingly at Gregory. The kid had no idea that they were in fact - discussing the size of his cock. Before they finally left,
Kehea indicated that Gregory should bow again, which he did. The
chieftain took another stroll around, just to get a last look at the
kid's greased-up little pink hole (grinning and winking at Kehea as he
did), before finally tapping the Canadian boy on the forehead,
permitting him to rise and leave.
 
The chieftain was still smiling after they left - this opened up many
possibilities to him - many possibilities. The villages on this
island competed continually for status - and their degree of success
was determined by the success of the combatants - the young men of the village. When he heard that the anthropologist had a crack athlete
for a son, he came up with the idea of using them to enhance the
village's position - they hadn't been doing well lately. It looked
like he had made a good decision - the kid was clearly an athlete, but
his good looks and huge cock were suggesting some more interesting possibilities. The chieftain started figuring out how he could induce one of the other villages to compete with them on some new and original basis - not just the same old athletic competitions. There were precedents - everyone knew the ancient stories. It would just be a matter of resurrecting them in just the right way. He had to give it some thought.
 
From the chieftain's, Kehea headed right for the school. Gregory would be joining Kehea's class beginning that morning. Class was held in a medium-sized one-room hut. There were four other
guys about the same age as Gregory in the room. The teacher was a
middle-aged man in native clothing - evidently a village man, as well.
The boys sat - or rather knelt - behind low desks - only about a foot
off the floor. The desks were simple wooden surfaces resting on wood blocks. The boys knelt with their knees under the desks - they were all in the same position - knees wide, heels together, with their bare asses resting on their heels. It actually looked fairly comfortable.
 
Gregory and Kehea took their places at two vacant desks. Gregory found the position comfortable at first, but - being unused to it - hard to maintain.
 
The teacher knelt in a similar position in front of the class and
demonstrated mathematical proofs on the small blackboard, which rested directly on the ground. From time to time he had one of the boys solve a problem on the board. Since the board was so low, the usual position for working on it was on two knees and one hand - leaving the other hand free to write with.
 
When it came time for Gregory to do a problem, he followed the lead of the others and moved up to the board on hands and knees, picked up the chalk and began working. As he neared the end of the problem, he was running out of room at the bottom of the board and he was conscious of some murmuring among the other boys. He ignored it and concentrated on finishing the problem.
 
The boys were happy with his choice - they were all grinning and
whispering, all eyes focussed on Gregory's full white ass cheeks, spread wide as he bent low to write at the very bottom of the board.
 
The teacher, also, had moved to the back of the room to get a better
view. Gregory's knees were spread about as wide as they could go his ass in the air, the tiny pink asshole fully visible. His oversized
cock and balls swayed heavily from side to side as Gregory's weight
shifted with his writing. The sunscreen gave the teenager's smooth
skin an oily gleam. He was completely lost in the computation he was
working on.
 
So lost that he didn't even notice when a small tourist group slipped
into the back of the room. A French sea captain who had discovered that touring the villages was a cheap and enjoyable break (for his customers) from the island cruises that he conducted in the area led them. On this particular day, the half-dozen elderly French tourists were stunned by what they were seeing - this boy was clearly
no native - he was blond and his ass was white as snow in an obvious Speedo tan. His body was unbelievable - they stood silently drinking it in for several minutes (and taping it on their digital recorders)
before the captain - just as silently - ushered them out again.
 
After questioning some of the locals, the captain discovered that they
had been unintentionally treated to an unbelievably erotic view of the
bare-assed teenage son of the noted anthropologist Wilhelmina Ehrlich,
who was conducting a study of the village. The tourists, who were
thrilled to have been given a peek at the naked teenager in that
humiliating position (they all believed that the captain knew
full-well what he was going to find in that classroom), were even more
excited to learn that he was the son of a famous person.
 
The captain left the tourists in the care of one of the villagers,
with whom he'd arranged for them to have lunch. He wandered over to the hut of the village chieftain with whom he had a long and very
interesting conversation. From now on, they ultimately agreed, this
village would be a regular stop for the captain's tour groups.
 
Once classes had finished Kehea told Gregory, they were going to a
nearby meadow where the young men of the village were practicing for the next inter-village competition.
 
Gregory's interest was piqued - he was an excellent athlete and playing a team sport (especially if there were only guys around) appealed to his desire to go back to something like a normal life. Maybe he'd still be naked, but they didn't wear a whole lot of clothes in P.E. anyway. He found himself for the first time today actually looking forward to something, rather than dreading it.
 
When they got to the playing field, there were about a dozen guys
there, in total - all completely bare-ass, all around the same age as
Kehea and Gregory. Kehea had Gregory watch for a while, to get the idea of the game. It was pretty straightforward. Like football, rugby,
soccer, the idea was for your team to get the ball to the end of the
playing field. A score was evidently made by getting the ball into a
(literal) basket - there was one at each end. Once in the basket, the
ball stayed there, so the game was played with a number of balls, a
new one thrown in every time one made it into a basket. The team with the most balls in their basket (Gregory supposed) would win the game.
 
He didn't really see much else in the way of rules - it seemed like
almost anything goes. There was tackling, shoving, carrying the ball,
throwing the ball, kicking the ball, grabbing the ball out of someone
else's hands. It looked like you could do pretty much anything to get
possession and to get the ball to the basket.
 
When a basket was made, an older man (fully dressed) who stood at the equivalent of the 50-yard line almost immediately threw a new ball into the middle of the field. He appeared to be acting as the
coach or trainer. He shouted orders, advice, or something - Gregory
couldn't understand the words, but he could surprisingly often figure
out what the guy was saying.
 
Kehea nudged Gregory. "Understand now?" he asked.
 
Gregory replied (in Akua), "Yes."
 
Kehea smiled and took him by the arm and led him over to the coach.
Used to the custom by now, Gregory bowed at the waist.
 
Kehea began speaking to the coach, and almost immediately, the older
man tapped Gregory and stood him up, looking him over and sizing him
up. He spoke rapidly to Kehea as he circled Gregory, eyeing him from
top to bottom.
 
Kehea passed along his comments to Gregory. "He say he hear about you from chieftain. You very good . . . don't know word . . . gamer? Player?"
 
Gregory figured he was talking about his sports background, rather than computers. "Athlete," he translated.
 
Kehea smiled broadly. "Yes, yes - I know this word. Ass-lete. You
very big ass-lete."
 
Gregory had tried before, but he knew Kehea was simply not capable of the "th" sound in English. It still sounded a little obscene -
especially with his bare ass in full view.
 
The coach had no problem being physical. He squeezed Gregory's biceps, ran his hands over the teenager's pecs and abs, seemingly pleased with what he saw and felt. He knelt down and checked out his legs in some detail, gripping and squeezing each thigh in turn, and doing the same to his calf muscles.
 
He had Gregory run at top speed to the end of the field and back, Kehea translating the orders, which were obvious enough from the coach's motions. Running on an athletic field, Gregory was truly a thing of beauty. His full muscular buttocks flexed and bounced his
white-blond hair flying in the wind. On his return, a Canadian might
have been distracted by his huge cock and balls as they swung and
flopped with each stride, but the Akua were used to such sights and
the coach had no problem concentrating on the overall form and
strength of the Canadian teenager.
 
Of course, none of the young men practicing that day (including Kehea) had ever seen a cock as big as Gregory's. Concentrating on the coach's response, Gregory did not even notice that the game had slowed, then come to a stop as the players watched him run, all eyes riveted well below his waist.
 
With Kehea translating, the coach asked if he thought he understood
how the game was played. When he responded that he thought he had some idea, the coach said, "Good enough," and sent him onto the field to play.
 
He'd been wondering how everyone could tell which team was which -when Kehea gave him a two pairs of orange wrist- and ankle-bands, he looked around at the others and realized that they were all wearing either orange or green bands around both wrists and ankles. Pretty subtle, but when you were used to complete nudity, maybe even something as small as a wristband jumped out at you.
 
At first, he felt a little awkward, but he found that by just concentrating on getting the ball and driving it to the end zone, he could figure out what needed doing. He just had to forget about rules and regulations, fouls and restarts - just keep after the ball. He started having fun for the first time since arriving in the village.
 
The first time he scored a goal, he was a little taken aback by the
way the other guys on his team congratulated him. Although he
shouldn't have been surprised - it was exactly what guys in Canada
do they slapped him on the ass. The fact that his ass was bare was
the only thing that really made it different. And they slapped a
little harder than he was used to - although it may have just felt
that way because the slaps were skin to skin, rather than with a
couple of layers of clothing between.
 
As concentrated as he was on the game, he hardly noticed that there
were several villagers watching his every move - a few of the young
girls (who often showed up to watch their favourite guys), but also
several older women and men, including the chieftain. He was smiling and nodding - Gregory was every bit as good an athlete as he had expected. With just a little training, he'd make a big difference in
the village's rankings. And seeing that huge cock of his, surrounded
by those of other guys his own age, confirmed that he would be a
shoo-in if the negotiations with the other villages for some
"traditional" competitions worked out. Things were looking up.
 
Later, when he and Kehea arrived back home, Wilhelmina was delighted to see that Gregory already seemed to be much less conscious of the fact that he was naked. The conversation between the two boys was animated, if a little stilted, and Gregory paid little or no attention to the fact that his cock and balls were fully on display to his mother. She noticed that he made no attempt whatever to cover himself.
 
The voluptuous-sounding "Splattt!!" with which he dropped onto one of the wooden chairs underlined his bare-assed condition, but he seemed to have grown accustomed to it remarkably quickly. She was amazed. This whole experience might be worth an article or two in itself - how shallow was the nudity taboo in North American culture, anyway?
 
After Kehea left, though, and the two of them were alone in the hut,
he reverted to his previous self-consciousness. As soon as possible
after they ate their evening meal, he excused himself to his room and
remained there, "studying," until bedtime.
 
Still, she was pleased. He was managing much better than she had
expected.
 
That night, nearly half the village dreamed about Gregory's naked body or parts of it. Everybody was pleased he was there and plans were being made in more than one household to take full advantage of the opportunity he presented. The chieftain, the coach, the French captain, even the schoolteacher and quite a number of the village women – all found themselves unable to get images of the body of the hot young Canadian teenager out of their minds. Moreover, they had all the time in the world to enjoy it beginning tomorrow.
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