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Clark and I, We had developed a sort of routine for that first week, if it could be called that. I'd get up in the morning, stark naked, with Clark by my side, already erect. I'd suck his neatly circumcised dick off, and then we'd go on a morning run around the mansion, afterwards, he'd go off into his office to do some business, and I would begin some preliminary research of the tribe I was supposed to be studying. For lunch, we met, then relaxed for the next couple of hours, or played the frotting game, which always managed to end in him beating me by a fair margin. After showering, together, we had dinner, and afterwards settled down for bed.
That was every day, except this day, Friday, a week after I had arrived at the island.
I had just stepped out of the shower, and was heading to sit next to Clark in the bed. "You know, one of these days, I'm going to have to start working on that research, what few information I have on the tribe is not enough for scholarly stuff." I said, toweling off. He smiled, "Yeah, I guess it's about time we get started on that." I walked closer to the bed and stood in front of him, gazing lustily at his body as he stared at mine. "But first...answer me this....what makes a man a man?" I shrugged. "Chivalry, honor, all that?" He shook his head. "What makes a man is for another man to implant his seed in another." I looked at him questioningly, then I got it. "You don't mean..." he nodded.
It made sense, earlier at the shower, he had been inordinately playful, and thorough with cleaning. I gulped. "What do you want me to do?" He smiled. "Just get comfortable." I did, settling myself down on the bed, my back to him. I turned my head and saw as he opened the bedside drawer and took out a small vial. He poured some of its contents into his hand and then lathered some on his penis. He poured some more out and then spread my buttcheeks apart, and then I turned to face forward again. Just as I turned, he probed a finger deep into my hole, lathering my insides with a cool sensation. "Alright, this is going to hurt for just a bit, but you'll get used to it. Are you ready?" I nodded as I felt the tip of his prick poke against my back. Clark grabbed me by my thighs, and without further warning, thrust into me. I suppressed a yelp as his eight-inch tool penetrated into me. He let my body get used to the new intruder, and then began riding me slowly. It was quite an experience, but I went ahead with it, relaxing my body. "See, it's not so bad. Just enjoy it." He said, gradually picking up speed, and then he stopped suddenly. "Turn over, on your back." I nodded, and did as he commanded. He pulled out just long enough for me to turn over. He grabbed my ankles and held them high, draping them over his shoulders. Then he entered me again. I groaned, half a groan of pain, and half a moan of pleasure. He continued to grind into me, and I felt myself getting closer to coming as well, as I began to masturbate furiously. Within minutes of this, I groaned and spilt my seed into my chest, and not long after, he shuddered, and I felt my insides being filled with warmth. I let my feet relax and fall to his side as he leaned forward to kiss me. We tongue-wrestled for what seemed like hours, and then he pulled out and said, "Now you're a man."