1. The Road

My mother told me to walk through the grasslands up to the Road. I’d been through the grasslands many times but had never gone to the Road. I’d only seen it from a distance.

She told me to walk up to the Road and stand by one of the trees there and wait.

She told me I didn’t need to wear or bring any clothes. She gave me a small canteen with some water and a napkin with a sandwich in it. She smiled at me and then left for the fields to pick vegetables.

I walked steadily along the grassland's path. It was a sunny afternoon and the sun felt nice on my bare back. The grasslands were green and the sky was blue. I felt excited. I had always been told that there would come a time for an Adventure. And now, about a month from my eighteenth birthday, perhaps that time had come. I didn't know what an Adventure would involve for me but I knew that everyone in my village eventually had one.

My bare feet enjoyed the feeling of the dirt as I walked. I was used to going barefoot.

I walked for about an hour and a half. Then I saw the Road ahead. I smiled and felt excited again. Soon I was there. I gazed at it with interest. It was about four meters wide. It was made of black dirt. It was straight and traveled to the horizon in both directions.

I knew that I should not walk on the Road. I walked next to it until I came to a big Banyan tree. I stood there, continuing looking up and down the Road. After a while, I took a drink of my water and ate half my sandwich.

The breeze felt nice against my naked body as I stood. I wondered what might happen. I didn’t feel scared, just really curious.

After a while, I saw a light far in the distance on the Road. It was coming up the Road towards me fast. I watched it whizz by me without slowing. Soon it disappeared over the horizon in the other direction.

Another light came, just like the first. It whizzed by me too. I had no idea what the lights were. I knew better than get too close to the Road, especially when one was coming.

I stood for a while longer. I drank a little more water. I whirled my arms around, for the heck of it. I stretched my legs.

I saw another light coming. I stood waiting for it to come down the Road towards me. It was moving fast like the others. But amazingly, it stopped right after passing me. The light dimmed. And I saw a boy on the Road. He stepped off it and walked slowly towards me.

The boy looked to be a little older than me. He was naked too. I saw that he had dark hair, cut short on his head and around his penis. Most of the people in my village had blonde hair like me.

The boy smiled and I smiled back at him. He said something quietly that I didn’t understand. He put a hand on my shoulder. His eyes looked friendly.

The boy gazed down my front. He touched along my chest and below. He gently felt my penis. I kinda liked the feeling.

The boy took my hand and put it on his shoulder. Then he put my hand on his chest and slowly moved it down his body. His body felt warm and nice. He put my hand gently on his penis. I’d touched other boys there a few times, but not often. It felt interesting. His soft hose began to harden, just as mine did if I touched there for long. Soon it stuck straight out. It was warmer. I could tell that he liked being touched up and down the straight shaft. I tried around his balls. He liked that too.

The boy smiled at me again. He encouraged me to kneel down in front of him and put his straight shaft into my mouth. I’d never done that to another boy before. It felt strange, especially the big pink smooth tip. It was warm and tasted a little salty. I kinda liked the feeling. It was exciting. And I could tell that the boy liked it. He especially liked it when I moved his straight penis in and out of my mouth, and ran the tip against my tongue. I heard him whimper with delight. Soon his breathing became heavy and he shot white stickiness into my mouth. That tasted weird. But I knew from myself that was what happened when touching there felt good. I did my best to swallow it.

I looked up at the boy. He encouraged me to stand. He hugged me close to him and looked me in the eyes. He looked happy and made me feel happy. He playfully tousled my hair. And then he stepped onto the Road. The dim light grew bright and in a whoosh disappeared down the Road.

I stood alone, quietly. I thought about what had just happened. I kinda liked the boy that had come. Putting his boner in my mouth had been a strange, new thing. But pretty interesting.

I stood for a long time before I saw another light down the Road headed in my direction. I felt excited. Maybe something interesting would happen again? But the light did not stop. It whirled straight by. Soon I was standing nakedly alone again. I noticed the sun was getting a little lower. I wondered if I’d be spending the night here.

Yet another light appeared. As it approached me I felt excited, and wondered if it might stop. When it did stop and the light dimmed like the other one had, I felt my heart beating with more excitement.

Another boy came towards me. He looked to be a little older than me too, like the first one, but he had blonde hair on his head, and blonde furriness on his chest and around his penis. He gave me a friendly smile and I smiled back. He looked up and down my front. I looked up and down his body too. He looked interesting and I started to feel some excitement.

The blonde boy touched around my 'boyhood' like the first boy had. (In my village we often called a young man's penis his 'boyhood' until he was married.). He liked it when I touched him there too. I thought that it could be nice to put his hardening shaft into my mouth as with the first boy. But instead, this boy encouraged me to get down on my hands and knees. I felt his hands on my back and around the back of my legs. I felt his hand gently on my rear, feeling warm and nice. I felt a wet finger touching around my hole in back, gently. Nobody had ever touched me there like that. It felt weird. I kinda liked the feeling.

After a while, the boy’s finger was probing gently inside me. When it reached well inside, it touched something there that felt nice. It began to work in and out, gently but insistently. It felt strange, but I liked it, especially when it touched that spot well inside. I shifted my body to make it easier.

Soon I felt something new and warm against my hole in back. I looked back at the boy and saw that he was putting his straight penis there. He looked at me with a questioning look, perhaps asking if this was alright?

I hunched down a little to let him try. He tried gently. It stretched my hole and hurt a little. But the boy’s trying was slow. Gradually, his boner entered me. It felt big and felt strange. I wasn’t sure at first if I liked it. But gradually I became used to it. And when it touched that spot inside, it felt nice. Soon the boy began gently working his penis in and out of me. It was a strange, new feeling. I heard him beginning to breathe heavily. He pushed further inside me, but still gently. I heard him whimper like the first boy, and imaged that white stickiness might be inside me now.

The boy lay down next to me. I liked feeling his warm body against mine. He looked at me in the face happily. I liked the way he looked at me. I felt good.

The boy pulled me to me feet gently. He said something I didn’t understand. He walked back into the Road, the dim light brightened, and then whirled down the Road and away.

Once again I was alone. I saw that the sun would set soon.

I thought about what had happened with the second boy. It had been strange—something that I would never have expected. But I had kinda liked it.

I was still warm from the remaining sunshine but I began to wonder what might be in store for the night.

I saw another light on the Road. It slowed even before it reached me. I saw happily how it dimmed and yet another naked boy appeared. He smiled at me. He came up to me and took my hand in his. He led me up to the Road. I was a little hesitant, for fear of the Road, but trusted him. We stepped onto the Road and the world changed into a mass of bright, swirling colors.

2. Early School Days

I woke up in the same bed where I had been sleeping each night for the last four or five days. I heard the birds declaring that it was morning. I lay there for a while, thinking over how events had worked out just fine so far on what I was now thinking was my first Adventure.

I was at a language school, where they were teaching Halikan—the language of the Halikan country where I had found myself. Nobody had heard my language before. So if I wanted to talk to anyone here, I had to learn quickly.

I had two classes every day and then lots of time for practice. I also studied in my room. People here were friendly and helpful. Around the school, people were used to foreigners learning their language. There were many hand gestures and laughs!

The language didn’t seem too hard. I was determined to do my best. I didn’t know how long I’d be here, but it would might be for a while. Everyone from my village that had left on an Adventure had returned to the village within three years or so. Some had been away for as little as a year, but no one I knew had been for less. Some told of visits to a number of places. But many had stayed in one place the whole time.

The Halikan people were friendly but also had many strange customs. For example, they always wore clothes. And the clothes they wore were different. They were more complicated than the robes we had. They wore both outer clothes and under clothes. I found a variety in my room. It took me a while to figure out how to wear them. The woman who minded the hall where I stayed helped me. My first attempts seemed to amuse her greatly.

The Halikan also were very polite. I got the feeling that most were naturally concerned about the well-being of others, including me. I liked that.

The food they ate was bizarre. They had spongy blocks of food they called ‘bread’. They had vegetables that I’d never seen, and they usually cooked them rather than eat them raw. They had sweet things that surprised me in the beginning, but which I had grown to like.

People at school washed every day in the ‘showers’. The showers were large rooms where water came down from the ceiling. People washed in the showers without their clothes but they were shy about showing their bodies to each other. Men and boys and women and girls showered in different places.

This morning, when I got up from the bed, I went straight for my shower. There was nobody else there. It felt nice and helped me wake up.

I ate breakfast in the food hall, as usual. I saw another student that I had befriended and he and I sat together. We couldn’t say much to each other, but we smiled at each other a lot.

My first class was all boys. Most were late teenagers like me although a few looked to be in their early twenties. There were several teachers but the one who spent the most time with us was Mr. Ferguson. He was a calm, gentle person, who must have been in his fifties or so, given his graying hair. He was patient with us when we made mistakes and had a good sense of humor that kept things lighthearted.

My second class included both boys and girls. It was more boisterous and was always in the afternoon. One woman teacher named Julie was especially cheerful and fun.

I would usually sit under a tree to study my books after the second class. Most of the students went to a book hall but I preferred being outside whenever possible. It was more like home. I wasn’t really homesick but I did think about things at home that I liked a lot.

That evening, as I lay in bed, I wondered about the boys that I had met on the Road. Were they Halikan? I didn’t know. I certainly couldn’t tell by their clothes as they hadn’t worn any. And I’d only heard one or two words of their language.

I thought about the touching encounters that I’d had on the Road. That had made a real impression on me. If the boys were indeed Halikan, were those encounters things that other Halikan did too?

The days continued pleasantly enough. I was beginning to be able to communicate with people just a bit and it made life more interesting. I had befriended one of the cooks in the food hall. She showed me a lot about how they cooked—how they ‘baked’ bread, how they prepared vegetables, and how they made sweet cakes and ‘cookies’.

One afternoon, returning from my favorite tree, I stumbled and fell down. Perhaps I still wasn’t accustomed to the strange footwear the Halikan wore. When I got up, I discovered my knee was bleeding from a cut. A passerby was immediately concerned and took me to the health room. They actually sewed my knee with some thread to close the cut. I had never seen that before. It hurt, but I discovered that within an hour it wasn’t bleeding much and it seemed it would be fine.

—-

I spent the evening reading my books in my room and fell asleep early.

I awoke a little later with the light still on. I saw that Mr. Ferguson was in my room. I sat up immediately and said, “Hello!”

“How are you?” he asked me. I remembered that question from class, and cheerfully answered, “I fine!”

He smiled. “Good!” he said. He asked me something about my knee that I didn't fully understand. He sat down next to me on the bed.

“I show,” I said, remembering this new word from yesterday’s class. I pulled down the light sheet covering my front. My legs were bare, although I was wearing ‘underwear’, because the Hall woman had told me in gestures that’s what I should wear to sleep in. I showed Mr. Ferguson my wound. He looked there, exploring very gently. He asked me something I wasn’t clear about. I think he wanted to know if it hurt.

“Is OK!” I said cheerfully. He smiled happily. He nodded his head, satisfied.

“Is your room OK?” he asked.

“Very OK,” I told him. He corrected me, telling me I should say very ‘nice’. We both laughed.

“You are a good student,” Mr. Ferguson said. I was glad to hear this. He continued sitting next to me peacefully.

“Are you comfortable here?” he asked. I wasn’t sure what ‘comfortable’ meant. He explained that it meant to feel good and happy.

I nodded. “Yes!” I told him.

Mr. Ferguson looked at my knee again and touched there gently. I saw him gaze at me in the soft light, especially at my front as I lay there. I thought I saw a new look in his eyes somehow. He looked at the bumps in my underwear. He seemed interested. The idea of him being interested made me feel excited. I saw him gaze at my underwear again and my boyhood stiffened some. I think Mr. Ferguson noticed and may have been surprised.

"Have you played with other boys here, um, without clothes?" he asked. He said this slowly so that I could understand.

"In Halikan, no," I answered. "But would like!" I told him openly and cheerfully. I had been thinking about the Road right before I fell asleep.

Mr. Ferguson looked in my face with surprise again. Then he looked at the emerging boner in my underwear. I was amazed by how interested he looked. I watched as he gently felt my stiffened boner as it jutted out from those strange 'underpants'. He looked into my face

“Are you Ok?” I heard him whisper.

I nodded.

Mr. Ferguson gently felt up and down my boner, lightly squeezing and exploring. I could tell by his breathing that this excited him. I was glad. As he continued I touched him fondly on the shoulder, to let him know. He looked up at me.

“Is... nice.” I whispered. Now he smiled back at me.

The older man explored up and down the hardening shape of my penis in my underwear. It felt exciting. Soon Mr. Ferguson gently pulled my underwear back, with me helping a little. His fingertips touched lightly up and down my naked penis, gently down around my balls and then up and down my penis again. His touching felt marvelous. I'd never enjoyed such a touch by another person before. I had often touched myself when I went to bed at home but had not done that in the new place yet.

Mr. Ferguson continued fondling up and down and all around my straightened penis. He seemed to really liked doing it. His breathing was heavy and he looked intently there as he touched. He began lightly squeezing and stroking as my boner became wetter and slippery. It felt wonderful. Soon I felt a climax coming and happy white stickiness rushed forth. Mr. Ferguson continued stroking through that. Afterwards, he found some of the light paper in the box at my bedside and helped clean me up.

He touched the side of my face, smiling at me. I smiled back. “Good night, young man,” he said. He left.

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Our classes became more fun. We language students were beginning to know each other better and making friends. I became pals with several of the other boys in the ‘boy’s class’. Although our talk was still simplistic, as almost everyone’s native languages were different and we had to use Halikan, we could still tell each other things about our countries. I was amazed by how many different places the other boys came from. Some of them came from ‘cities’—a concept that was totally new and mysterious to me. (I was glad I wasn’t born in such a place!)

Mr. Ferguson and the other teachers for the boy’s class were fun too. I liked watching and listening to Mr. Ferguson. He was calling on me a lot and especially if there was something amusing. I liked the teasing, mischievous look in his eye when he had a little trick in mind. There was a lot of laughing.

I liked the co-ed class too. I befriended a girl named Annie, who was always fun. She was interested in everything, always asking questions and always energetic. She found that she could tease me too, but we always laughed.

I learned that our classes would go for another three weeks and then we would be assigned to different villages. I was to go to an orchard village. I didn’t know much about the different types of fruits and fruit trees they had in Halikan but I’d looked after fruit trees at home. The idea suited me just fine.

I enjoyed the food hall more and more, as I knew more people and could talk better. I kept up my friendship with the cook, Mrs. Gil, and was always learning new things from her. I got to show her a recipe from my country and she liked that.

One evening, after supper, Mr. Ferguson came to visit me in my room again. It was still a bit light out and I was reading on my bed. He knocked on my door this time and came in when I called out “Welcome.”

“How are you?” he asked.

“Really good!” I told him, pleased to see him. He smiled. He sat down on my bed next to me as he had before.

We talked simply about the differences between Halikan and my country. He told me he had never been to another country. He was curious. He liked listening to people talking about where they lived.

“You leg is fine now?” he asked.

I uncovered my front from the sheet. Mr. Ferguson inspected my knee.

“It’s amazing. It’s all healed!” he exclaimed. He had to explain to me what ‘amazing’ meant. I said the new word over several times.

He looked at my uncovered front. He especially looked at the lumps in my underwear. I could see the interest in his face. I was glad.

“You look nice,” he said quietly, gently touching my tummy.

“I am glad you think that,” I told him. He smiled. He rubbed my feet for a moment. He gazed at my front again. II smiled at him.

He gently pulled back the front of my underwear and I helped him take them off of me entirely. I lay naked in front of him. He gazed at me for a long time.

“You look nice naked,” he said. He had to explain to me what naked meant. “In my country, naked often,” I told him.

“In Halikan, we are not often naked in front of other people,” he said. He looked at my bare front and naked penis lying in front of him. “It’s nice like this,” he said quietly.

I nodded.

I watched Mr. F as he touched my arm. His warm hand caressed my shoulders and then my open chest. He explored around my nipples. His warm hand caressed around my bare tummy. I saw how he frequently gazed at my relaxed boyhood below, looking closely at how it lay nestled between my legs. His warm hands moved to gently caress up and down my legs. Then his fingertips began very very lightly to explore near and around my penis. His fingertips lightly teased around my balls. That felt marvelous! Then he began to gently touch my soft hose. It expressed its interest by growing.

I really loved watching Mr. F's face as he did all this. He looked so interested! He clearly enjoyed fondling around my boyhood and had excitement in his eyes. As my penis grew to become a straightened, hard boner he continued playing all over but only lightly. When he looked up into my face I made wide eyes.

“Amazing!” I said. We both laughed.

Mr. Ferguson put my hardened boner into his mouth. Nobody had ever done anything like that to me before. It felt truly wonderful...warm, wet and alive. I really liked it. He explored all over my excited boner with his mouth and I began to ache with need. When he sunk my boner well into his mouth and began to move it steadily in and out my whole body felt a big rush. As he continued I excitedly sent warm stickiness into his mouth and heard myself whimper. He continued a little more and then looked up into my face. His face was pink but he looked happy.

I reached for the front of Mr. F's pants, and found he had a boner. I tried to undo his pants but he shifted his position away.

“OK. No need,” he said quietly. He put a hand gently on the side of my face and kissed me on the forehead. Then he left quickly, like before. I wish he’d stayed longer.

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The next week was routine, but pleasant. I was feeling ‘comfortable’ in my new home! My language progress was coming along well. My efforts were beginning to pay off!

I usually took my shower early in the morning. I was always alone and it was nice and quiet. But sometimes I took a shower before dinner when other guys were there too. I was curious to watch them. Some of the boys were quite shy and took great care not to show their intimate areas to others. Other boys didn’t seem to care. It was interesting to me to see how the other boys looked. I saw how both bodies and penises came in such different shapes and sizes. I don’t know why it intrigued me but it did.

After showering and drying off one evening, I sat next to another boy that I knew named Pooly. He was a few months older than me. He toowas from another country and wasn’t shy about nakedness. Together we watched some of the other guys.

“Some boys are shy, no?” I said to Pooly in broken Halikan.

He nodded. “Especially Halikan boys,” he said. I hadn’t quite realized that.

We watched another boy about our age walking discreetly from the shower and then carefully putting a towel around his middle.

“That nice boy is Halikan. His name is Eric,” Pooly told me.

“He is shy but likes to touch me naked. It excites him. I like to touch him too,” Polly continued. He looked at me. I nodded and smiled. I looked at Eric, catching a quick glimpse of his nakedness too.

“I think touching nice sometimes,” I told Pooly. Polly nodded. He looked at my penis in my lap and then at his. We smiled at each other.

Another thing I liked this week was going for a walk with Annie. We walked along a forest trail together. It was her idea. She knew the wilderness well and cheerfully pointed out things to me as we went along. I liked watching her. I thought she was pretty. Even with all the Halikan clothes on I paid attention to how her girl body was so different from a boy’s. Especially her wide hips, the different shape of her rear and of course her young woman’s breasts.

Annie joined me under my favorite tree and we studied together for a while. We laughed at some of the strange sounding Halikan words. She taught me a couple of words in her language, including ‘laugh’.

I visited the kitchen and Mrs. Gil a couple of times. I noticed there was a Halikan boy there helping her out. She told him what to clean up and to get the potatoes from outside. He looked to be nineteen or even twenty. He didn't say much but I learned that his name was Tundro.

Mrs. Gil taught me various new Halikan words as I helped her prepare vegetables. I noticed Tundro listening. When I repeated 'squash' he giggled. I looked at him, amused.

"No 'squash'," I told him. "My country is 'rooter'!" I exclaimed. He laughed. "Rooter?" he asked over and over, obviously enjoying the sound of the word. Mrs. Gil looked amused too.

Tundro went out for more potatoes. He came back with a loaded round container with a handle and emptied the potatoes in the potato bin. He saw me glance at him. He pointed to the empty container and told me 'bucket'. I repeated it over and over to his amused satisfaction.

The next day when I visited the kitchen Tundro was there again. He seemed happy to see me. We played word games with Mrs. Gil while he did cleaning up and I cut apples. All three of us were amused.

I sat on the bench outside with Tundro afterwards. He seemed very curious about me.

"I work as a kitchen boy three days a week. I stay here at a shed nearby. Otherwise I go home to my village," he told me. I was pleased that I understood, except for the work 'shed.' He pointed to a small house in the trees across the yard and I nodded.

"You? What do you do? What is your day like?" he asked.

"I from another country," I told him. "I study Halikan language. I wake up, do shower early, eat in food hall, visit two classes, study. Sometimes visit Mrs. Gil." I was proud I could say all that! Tundro nodded.

"Are you lonely?" he asked. I didn't understand.

"Lonely. Um, miss other people," he explained. "Miss your country. Not enough friends. Too much time alone." Tundro looked at me closely to see if I understood. I think I got it. I knew the word 'miss'.

"Not lonely," I told him. "Have new friends! Halikan is nice place." Tundro smiled.

"Good," he told me. "I am lonely sometimes. I have few friends here. I miss my village sometimes."

"You have new friend of me, no?" I asked him brightly. He smiled and nodded. He seemed to like that.

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I visited the kitchen the next day briefly but Tundro wasn't there. I found Annie around dinner time and we went for another brief walk. I spent the evening studying.

The sun woke me up the next morning. I ambled to my morning shower. I took off my sleeping clothes and turned on the water. Then I noticed someone else was there.

It was Tundro. He was showering at the end of the shower hall. He saw me.

"Hi Sooner!" he called cheerfully.

I turned off my shower and went to the shower next to him, smiling at him. He smiled back.

"You here?" I asked.

"Yes. No shower in my shed!" he answered, laughing.

I glanced at him. His nakedness showed that he was a slimmer build than I'd noticed before. He stood in front of the showerhead reservedly. Still, I could see his bare back, small bum, and hints of his penis in front, where he had dark brown curlies matching his dark brown, Halikan hair color.

I put soap in my hair and over my body, washing quickly. After a rapid rinse I turned towards him.

"Well, nice to see you!" I told him. "This time, no potato bucket!"

Tundro laughed. "No, not this morning," he declared. I saw him glance at my front, including right at my relaxed penis, now in plain sight. He looked into my face as he finished rinsing but then back at my boyhood. He gazed there for a longish moment and then back into my face again, curiously. I got a better look at his front too--his chest was wider than mine and his torso was slightly rounded. His penis was small but I could see its rounded pink tip.

Tundro turned off his water and crossed the room to get his towel hanging on the other side. I did the same, although my towel was further down the shower hall. I dried off a bit and then walked back towards Tundro openly. He watched me closely and I liked that. As I got closer I saw how he looked intently at my nakedness below my tummy. His look made me feel excitement there.

"You look nice," he told me, his voice sounding a little strange. "We Halikans don't show ourselves fully without clothes very much." He looked into my face bashfully, down at my boyhood, and then into my face again. He certainly didn't look disinterested in the nakedness!

"Maybe sometimes should show," I told him haltingly, encouraging him to move his towel a bit so his front was fully visible. I gazed down his front to his interesting nakedness below, discovering that his penis had stiffened considerably. Although still a little short, it stuck out some fully showing its beautiful pink tip.

"You look nice too," I told Tundro. He smiled now. He gazed keenly at my boyhood, which was beginning to stiffen too. He very gently and uncertainly touched me there. He looked up into my face questioningly.

I smiled at my new friend. I touched his boyhood too, feeling his gentle shaft, interesting balls below, and that cool pink tip. He went fully hard immediately. I loved the way his short pole stuck straight out so excitedly. I loved exploring all over. I had never been able to really do that as the only time I'd touched another boy's penis was on the Road and then it was in my mouth. I thought it was wonderfully exciting.

Tundro began stroking my boner. I started stroking his too. It had become more slippery. I looked at his face as he continued stroking me--he looked thrilled. We continued as our breath became heavier. Tundro suddenly shot sticky all over my hand and onto the bench. I pushed my boner out and came into his hands in a huge rush too, crying out because it felt so awesome.

We grinned at each other. I noticed how cute Tundro looked when he smiled so openly and happily. I grinned back at him again.

Tundro started getting dressed. I returned to where I'd put my 'bathrobe' and put it on.

Tundro came up once dressed. "OK?" he asked with an open face.

"Yes. OK!" I answered. "Was nice!”

Tundro smiled, looking both relieved and happy. "I thought it was nice too!" he told me brightly.

He told me he needed to get to the kitchen for work. He also said he would return to his village for two days.

—-

That evening, I lay in my bed thinking about my time in Halikan so far. I was pleased with how my Adventure was going. True, I would have to leave the school soon and go to the orchard I was assigned to. I didn't know what that would be like. But so far, everything in this country had been just fine. I liked both the Halikans and the 'foreigners' I'd met so far. I liked studying the Halikan language and my days were good.

I also liked the new exploring with other guys. I'd liked the Road experiences. I'd liked Mr. Ferguson's visits. He hadn't come for a while though. Would he come again? I hoped so. I saw him everyday in class, but would really like it if he visited my room again. And I had really liked exploring with Tundro.

I got hard thinking about Tundro's lovely boner. I excited myself, daydreaming that he was the one touching me.

I studied hard the next day. But I went to the kitchen late in the afternoon the following day, hoping I might see Tundro again. Alas, I didn't see him when I got there. I stayed to help Mrs. Gil for a little while though.

Suddenly I heard a bright, "Hi Sooner!" and looked around to see the boy coming in the back door with a load of firewood. He smiled happily.

"Hey!" I called back cheerfully. I watched him stacking wood in the bin in the corner, noticing his more familiar frame and hands as he worked. I felt some excitement run through me.

Mrs. Gil asked Tundro to join us peeling potatoes. The three of us worked together, chatting back and forth. Tundro told us about a new herd of deer that had come through his village. I didn't understand all of it but enjoyed listening as Tundro was so upbeat. I also noticed how Tundro had some freckles on his face and how his longish eyelashes made him look attractive.

The sun was getting lower and I knew it would be time for my dinner soon. Mrs. Gil told Tundro he could 'call it a day.' He and I sat on the bench outside.

"OK, these last days?" Tundro asked me.

"Yes, fine."

"Me too," he told me. He grew silent for a moment. "But I spent time thinking about our visit in the shower."

"Yeah?" I asked, wondering what he'd been thinking about.

"Yes. I liked that," he said simply.

"Me too!" I told him, enthusiastically.

He smiled happily.

"Would you like to see my little shed?" he asked.

"Sure!" I replied, again enthusiastically.

I followed him and walked onto the little porch of the 'shed' and then through the door and inside. It was small, with only a bed, chair, small table, and fireplace. I noticed how Tundro closed the door. He looked at me closely with a lively look in his eyes. He kissed me gently on the lips.

I'd kissed with girls before a little, but not much. I liked Tundro's kiss. I kissed him back. He giggled and looked back at me happily. He pulled me close and kissed me again. I could feel that he had a boner in the front of his pants.

I felt both of Tundro's hands go up my bare back inside my shirt. That felt exciting. I felt a hand touch around my hardening boyhood in the front of my pants. Tundro looked at me gleefully as he sat on the bed and positioned me closer. He began to undo the strap around my pants. He undid the button and pulled them down. He reached up and pulled my underwear down too. My boner flopped in front of him. I watched as he played for a moment with my excited shaft and tip with his fingertips, looking incredibly keen. Then I saw him put my enthused boner in his mouth.

It was amazing how wonderful that felt! And the look of excitement on Tundro's face as he played with my straight boner around his open mouth--he looked thrilled! I didn't know which excited me more--the awesome feeling or the delighted look on Tundro's face. Then he sank my boner well into his mouth and moved it in and out, making me gasp.

I wanted to do it to him too. I pulled back and hurriedly pulled on his shirt for him to take it off. I got him to stand. I knelt in front of him, undid his pants, and took them down. I touched his boner in his underwear as I looked up into his face. His mouth was open and he was watching me as if he was in a trance. I felt how hard his boyhood was and noticed some spots on his underpants near where the head of his boner pushed. I kissed there, looking up at him. His eyes told me he was totally excited.

I took down Tundro's underpants and admired his excited boyhood. I loved how straight and stumpy it looked. I admired how big and round his pink umbrella tip was. I loved touching up and down lightly, which seemed to make him even harder. I loved playing gently around his little balls below.

Tundro's boner felt marvelous in my mouth--alive, smooth, warm and full. I was thrilled. I played with my lips up and down his hard, short shaft. I played all over his cute little balls. When I felt his fingers lightly touching my hair I looked up at him. His eyes and flushed face told me he was totally excited. Great! I returned his lovely boner into my mouth and ran it in and out. I heard how Tundro's breathing got heavier. I tasted saltiness. I continued, wanting him to come to a beautiful release. Finally, he gasped and shot warm stickiness into my mouth. It was a lot but I continued, thrilled by his excitement. When he slowed down I looked up at him and grinned.

Tundro made me stand and quickly got on his knees. He worked my excited pole in and out of his mouth over and over, making my body begin to sing. I suddenly exploded with the most blissful climax I'd ever had into the moving, warm wetness. It was incredible! I looked at Tundro with wide eyes and he laughed.

We lay happily together on Tundro's bed for a little while. Then we put our pants on and sat together on the bench outside his door.

"Was that OK?" Tundro asked me.

"Yes! Was great!" I answered enthusiastically.

"I really liked everything too," he told me spiritedly. He looked at his feet and then back into my face.

"I've never done anything like that before," he told me more quietly. "It was wonderful doing to you. And you made me feel so amazing!" I smiled. I was glad and I also liked hearing 'amazing'!

"I always wanted to explore with another boy," he continued. "I dreamed about it a lot. Thanks for giving me this day!" He told me more emotionally. I nodded and smiled.

"Why didn't you try before?" I asked.

"We Halikan are really shy about such things. I think another boy who lives in my village might be interested but it is hard to say. I haven't known any foreigners until you. I heard that foreign guys like exploring with other guys and aren't so shy. Is that true?"

"Well, I like explore with other guys. It is nice, new thing. I didn't do in my country." I thought about other foreign boys I knew. "I have foreign friend that is boy and likes explore with Halikan boy. Other foreigners---I don't know. Can ask maybe. But I think you are especially interesting! Don't know how I feel for foreign boys."

"I'm so glad I met you and that you enjoyed playing with me!" Tundro told me happily.

Walking to the dining hall I was smiling as I thought about how wonderful the future might be in this place!