This is a real story that happened a year ago on the beach at Florida's Gulf of Mexico. It was revived in my memory after reading the sad news about the poisonous "red tide' contaminating this wonderful place. This story demonstrates that this relaxing place attracts very different people and provides them the opportunity for intimate contacts. I hope that the disaster will be ended soon and the area will be filled again with people relaxing in its joyful atmosphere.
The story depicts sexual situations between males and if reading such is illegal, where you reside or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
THE INDIAN AMULETS
By GRAYHAIR99
The beach with its sandy dunes and people who are there for the day looking for contacts for pleasurable, brief hook-ups always provide new surprises. That is what happened one time as I was passing a hollow between two dunes. In one of the depressions made in the sand like an armchair, I noticed a brown-haired man whose skin was darker than the usual tan. The shape of his face, broad cheekbones and high forehead, indicated to me that he was clearly non-European.
It was also unusual that instead of wearing a tight speedo or g-string, he was naked except for a thin bright bandana covering the crotch of his rather muscular body. I automatically became interested in the handsome man who looked like he was about 30 years old. The fact that I slowed down my pace of walking and rather intently stared at him attracted the young man's attention. He took off his dark glasses, looked away from his mobile phone, looked at me and cordially waved his hand. In answer to my conventional greeting in the form of a question about how things are going (in America that is really not a question but a greeting which doesn't necessary expect an answer) he pointed to the sun and said that he was enjoying the nice weather. I added that the water in the gulf this time of the year is also fantastic in Florida.
The glittering charm on his neck and the shiny bracelet on his wrist also attracted my lingering attention. I wanted to find out the nature and meaning of these ornaments. I carefully noticed that the pendant on his neck not only decorated his body but was also curious because of its unusual shape. He picked up the pendant with two fingers, looked at it and said it was a reminder of his origin. Having just come here from Europe, the question came up as to what his roots were. He smiled wryly and said that was a rather long story. I remarked that I was intrigued by him and asked for even a short explanation. He checked the time on his i-phone, agreed and invited me to sit next to him on his beach towel.
We shook hands and he told me his name - Moki. So that I would not be surprised by that unusual name, since it is of Indian origin, he added that he is a descendant of Native Americans and that his name in the language of his tribe meant "deer". During the course of the ensuing conversation it became clear that his parents had moved with all their children when they were quite young and that he had spent all of his conscious life in civilized places taking advantage of all the perks created for native American Indians. During his childhood he helped his father make jewelry from gems found in neighboring mountains and these skills were useful for him now in his work operating a metal lathe.
Pointing to both the pendants on his body he proudly declared that he had made them himself and that they remind him of the round trinkets he used to make out of stone in his childhood. The pendant on his neck represented two rings with a diameter of 2-2.5 inches made from a single strand of thick stainless steel wire. At one point these rings were welded together in such a way that their planes formed a V-shaped acute angle. Moki bent over closer to me and without taking the amulet off his neck, let me touch it. He noticed that he had a passion for round shapes and mentioned that besides the jewelry, he was wearing, he also has with him a rather unusual object. In answer to my inquisitive glance he took yet another metal object out of his bag that was rattling in his hand.
This also was rings made of stainless steel with shallow carving, but unlike the amulet around his neck, these were not welded together, but rather were hanging one inside the other. Moki cunningly looked at me and said they were his favorite toy. In answer to my puzzled question about why he liked it so much, Moki smiled and said this object helps him achieve more pleasure when he uses it for that purpose. In answer to my even more surprised expression he smiled broadly and added that this object was made to wear on his genitalia - one ring at the base of his cock and the other around his balls.
He handed me this "toy" and added that it gives him more confidence in his masculine strenght and enables him to maintain an erection longer. When I expressed doubt that it would be easy to place one of the rings on his scrotum, Moki said the rings were made to measure and that his balls hung rather low. He explained that each of his testicles in turn would first be placed into one of the rings and then his cock into the other, preferably before the cock reaches complete erection.
I smiled slyly and asked if he could show me how he wear them. Moki, embarassed and looking around to make sure no other people were nearby, removed the bright bandana from his groin, exposing thick black hair in which rested his uncut cock and large balls hanging between his thighs.
Upon seeing that vision my groin ached and my speedo suddenly felt tighter; I involuntarily slipped my hand into my speedo and rearranged my already engorging cock . Moki at first slowly and carefully placed each of his impressively large testicles in turn into one of the rings with his hands. It must be noted that their circumference rather exactly fit into the diameter of the ring, which confirmed what Moki had said about making this toy matching in sizes to his "family jewels". Then he grasped his already engorging cock and slipped it into the other ring made to match its size. After that, he carefully adjusted the two rings and while holding the base of his cock with his left wrist, he pulled down his foreskin with two fingers of his right hand from the tip of his cock and then grasping with all his fingers pulled this flexible skin down to the ring at the base of his cock. His cock became even larger, both in length and in girth. After a few more up-down movements his cock was completely engorged and its base was firmly encircled by the ring sparkling in the sunlight. At the same time his pink tip was also shining from the precum oozing out of its opening.
Intrigued by this vision, I asked Moki if he would let me touch his toy. When he had given me permission, at first I felt along the circumference of the testicle ring and found that it dangled freely. Playing with it in my palm, I was convinced that the ring didn't squeeze his scrotum anywhere - there was enough room for his balls and they were not crowded. Then I felt the circle around his cock and was convinced that there also the ring fit precisely the diameter of that organ at its base without any extra pressure. I was convinced of this when I moved the skin of the cock up and down. At first Moki watched my movements along his well hung genitalia, but my scrupulous investigation made him even more aroused. He threw his head back and began moving his hips back and forth in rhythm with the up-down movements of my hands.
Clasping his cock I moved my hand up and down its length with steady pace, each time touching the metal rings either with my little finger, or the edge of my palm. When his erection was at its peak, Moki grasped my head with his hands, directed it to his crotch and I began to lower my mouth onto his shaft. I only needed to follow the pressure of his hands on the back of my neck and move in rhythm to his thighs. He did this automatically while abruptly uttering words and phrases in a language I didn't know. It seemed to me that all this was leading to a point when he could not hold back any longer and soon would empty his balls that were rather closely pressing on his shaft despite the strip of metal that separated them. However, I did not want him to cum quickly and lose interest in our joint game. I tried to release his phallus from my mouth, embraced my partner's shoulders, pulled his head toward mine and alternately kissed his forehead, nose, cheeks and plump lips. He opened his mouth, inserted his tongue between my lips and began to play by rotating it between my lips, periodically pushing it in deeper and then taking it out closer to my lips as if imitating sexual thrusting.
I was enjoying this French kiss; however at the same time an idea was circulating in my head about how to achieve a new, yet unknown sensation. I wanted to put the Indian's amulet on my genitals and experience their magical strength myself. I pushed Moki's face away from my lips and explained that I also would like to try his miraculous metal instruments on my "family jewels". It seemed to me that the rings should fit me since the overall dimensions of his shaft were the same as mine, although my cock was somewhat shorter and my scrotum hung free and rather low even with a full erection. Moki's face lit up in a bright smile and he willingly agreed to put it on me.
First he carefully removed his balls one by one and then took the ring off his erect shaft after first moistening it with his saliva to make it slide off easier and painlessly. Then he suggested that I take off my speedo and lie down on my back. My swollen cock pulled the foreskin down from the tip, which pointed to the sun and throbbed in anticipation of new sensations. Moki carefully grasped my cock with his fingers moistened with saliva and slowly inserted it into one of the metal hoops. The ring tightly gripped the perimeter and painlessly reached the base covered with slightly gray hair. Then the Indian took my balls hanging between my thighs and with the fingers of his other hand sipped the other ring with a slightly smaller diameter onto them. To complete the fitting he grasped all my manhood, lightly fondled it with his palms to correct the position of the rings and proudly informed me that now we could try out their effect on me in action.
I sat up on my elbows and together with Moki greedily looked at the decoration on my crotch sparkling in the sunlight. My new friend manipulated my, as well as his, sexual organs without any embarrassment: he grasped my cock with his right hand and with the fingers on his left hand lightly fondled my balls, pulling them downward. His movements with his palm along my shaft accelerated and were more enhanced by a stronger grasp around the cock's perimeter. This brought about an even greater surge of blood into all the vessels that serve this purpose. The ring now even more tightly squeezed the base of my cock, thus preventing a rapid reversal of blood flow. Never before had I felt a more powerful sensation for an erection.
Then Moki brought his face closer to my crotch and grasped my intensely hard shaft with his lips. When I raised my thighs and thrusted more deeply, it seemed to me that there would not be enough room for my engorged member in his mouth. Such a deep penetration into his throat caused a gag reflex at times for Moki so he tried to restrain the frenetic thrust from my thighs with his hands.
Then, continuing to hold my penis in his mouth and rotating like helicopter blades, he turned his body around me in such a way that my face was right next to his crotch. He was lying on his left side so I had to turn a bit onto my right side. When I found my face next to Moki's crotch, I grasped his cock with my lips and greedily sucked it into my mouth. Moki's hand grabbed my ass and pressed my crotch even more tightly against his face.
Aroused by the mutual possession of our cocks, we both began to thrust our thighs, driving our shafts of pleasure right up to their bases into each other's mouth. The tip of Moki's penis rested against my palate and then slid deeper into my throat. My incredibly engorged shaft was about to explode in the Indians' mouth. Our cocks' dances continued in such a furious rhythm for about 10 minutes. But at one point my whole body tensed up and I felt the approach of the point of no return. I almost shouted to warn Moki about the fast approaching explosion but my words did not stop him. They only stimulated him to hold my penis more tightly and deeply in his mouth. My cock tensed up and streams of sperm shot in volleys into Moki's mouth, palate and throat. He in turn accelerated the tempo of thrusting his iron rod and very soon inseminated my mouth.
We released each other from our embraces, then Moki sat up, turned the upper part of his body toward my head and stretched out next to me. His cock, resting against my thigh began to lose its elasticity and in a few minutes became quite limp. However, my genitals had a completely different reaction - my cock remained erect and was not ready to lose its firmness. When he noticed that, Moki said that the rings were the reason for my annoying persistent erection. They were not allowing the blood to leave my shaft, although it had fulfilled its intended function of ejaculation.
He lowered his head to my crotch, put my cock in his mouth, gently licked it with his tongue and fondled my balls. After a few minutes of extra attention, Moki carefully slipped my drained and therefore diminished balls through the ring and then carefully slipped off the other half of the amulet from my cock, which had begun to lose its hardness.
Traces of my thick sperm remained on the rings but Moki did not try to wipe them off with his colorful scarf. He put the amulet back in his purse saying that next time, when he puts on these rings with remains of ejaculate caked on their sparkling surface, he would be pleased to remember the lesson he had given to the foreigner on how to use his miraculous home-made amulet in order to intensify and prolong pleasure.
We brushed off traces of sand, put on our speedos and headed to the gulf in order to cool off our passion. +++++++++++++++++++++++
I am very thankful to santaferomantic(dot)tumblr(dot)com for the artistic translation and encourage to publish the story.
Wanna chat about the story or common interests? Visit my blog grayhair99(dot)tumblr(dot)com
+++++++++++++++++++++++
If you want to continue to read wonderful stories and to live the site longer, please consider to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html