After two years of preparations, I was off to spend a summer on a faraway island. But it was not a vacation.
I am an anthropologist. I study cultures by observing the lives of people who are unlike ourselves. Years ago, I had visited a remote island that had a population with unique customs, and finally I had permission and funding to return.
Luckily, I could take a one of our doctoral students with me to assist. I invited Leslie VanAllen. She assisted me the summer before. She was smart, and her shapely legs and sun-streaked long hair also caught my eye.
We traveled by air, then by ship, and finally by a small boat to the island. The culture we were studying had been isolated from almost all contact with outsiders. I was hopeful that they would remember me and welcome us because we brought limited supplies. We planned to live as they did and to intrude as little as possible.
There was just one thing I didn't tell Leslie about these people.
At the beach, we were met by natives. The women wore long sarongs wrapped at the waist and falling long below the knee, but all of them were topless. The men wore tunics with colorful decorations, but below the waist they were naked and displayed quite large penises. Every man we saw had an impressive size, and eventually we learned this was an effect of natural selection. The females can observe and choose a mate, and the natural preference for big dicks produced more big dicks.
Leslie was a professional, and she didn't flinch. She knew we were there to accept the behaviors we found and document them. We communicated mostly with sign language. They escorted to their village and gave us a hut for ourselves. We stowed our gear in the small space we would share.
There were several villages, and the chief resided in a village higher up in the hills. We spent our first days quietly observing and staying out of the way of village life. Sometimes the younger men attained impressive erection sizes if the young women touched their cocks. It was not uncommon for women to handle a male's dick while they conversed. This was all done in public. No one seemed embarrassed, just pleased and content.
Things went well, but we were not fully accepted into village life. At the end of our first week, I suggested to Leslie that we might get better results if we also followed village dress style. Leslie's eyes widened. I told her that it was her decision, but I reminded her that she might get an entire dissertation from this study.
Outside our hut, I took off my shorts and boxers. "I hope this will work," I told her as she gazed at my bare butt walking away from her. My dangling dick and drooping balls swayed and bounced around in the open air. Passing village women took notice as my cock started to swell up. I turned around and looked back at Leslie, giving her a full frontal of a cock that could stick out eight inches when necessary. It wasn't that big at the moment, but it was respectably large. Passing women gave an approving nod as I waved to Leslie.
As I went through the day, I had the delightful experience of friendly cock fondling from native women. Occasionally, one or two would approach me and took at this stranger's dick, then take me in their hand while they talked with each other. That night, I returned to our hut having been handled by at least a dozen women.
Leslie observed how my fearless display of my nudity allowed me more access to the natives. That night in our hut, I remained pantless and puffy as she and I talked about our work. Leslie said she might try to go topless the next day, and my dick leaped with anticipation of seeing her boobs and young nipples.
I offered a suggestion, "Perhaps it would be best to try it now, here inside where no one else can see you, to see if you will feel comfortable being bare breasted in front of others."
She thought a while, then she said, "That's a good idea." She had been wearing sports bras which left little to the imagine anyway. I tried not to look eager as she twisted her torso and pulled off her tight-fitting Lycra top. As her hands pulled upward over her head, her full breasts were exposed. The sight was worth the entire trip.
Leslie must have noticed the effect on my cock. It pumped upward, and I had to resist touching myself. My dick was itching for a spanking. Her young breasts were pert and firm with rather small pointed nipples. In her sarong and long sun-streaked hair, she was an inspiration.
I tried not to stare as we talked about the next day's plans. Each time she moved, I couldn't keep my eyes off how her breasts hardly swayed. Her upper body was strong and taught, and her tits had not yet developed any sagging.
"How does it feel?" I asked her.
"Surprisingly, I'm not really bothered by it," Leslie answered, "But does it make you feel uncomfortable?"
"Oh no," I said. "It's just like we're part of the village now."
Looking at my dick, Leslie said, "Thank goodness I don't have to bare my lower parts, like you and the men."
"Oh, I don't know," I replied, "It's not so bad." Then I told her how I had been treated by the local women and said, "Actually, I prefer it this way."
As I reclined on my mat, I glanced at Leslie's breasts every chance I got, and I kept my cock in view for her to see. I asked, "If things were reversed, if the women were naked below the waist instead, what do you think you would do?"
"I might chicken out," she said.
"You wouldn't let the men see your pussy?" I asked.
Leslie seemed surprised that I had used that word.
I repeated, "Do you think your pussy so much different from the other women here?"
"Professor!" she exclaimed, apparently a little shocked by my questions.
"No, really," I continued, "Think about the implications for your study. When you write this up, it would be good to consider why the male sex is displayed and not the female."
"Oh, I see," she said, "That is a good question."
The next day, Leslie remained topless all day, and she was more able to get close to the other women. The village men seemed to appreciate her acceptance of their norms. And I began to regard seeing Leslie's breasts as just part of my job.
We learned that the fetish for displaying men's organs was related to a fundamental way these people ruled themselves. It was a simple concept. The man with the largest cock became chief until he was challenged by someone larger. This was explained to me with many hand gestures, and I learned that once a year the adult men in the villages gathered and erections were compared. At this time newly eligible women made their choices for mates. The annual ceremony was set for the next full moon.
In the meantime, I learned that although there was a rather stable family and mating system, the chief had the privilege of having sex with any of the women in any of the villages, and husbands considered it an honor for their wife to be selected.
In fact, this was one way to cement relations among villagers since the chief had the longest and thickest dick and would pass this on to the offspring of his mating choices. This was a way to insure that the male with the largest cock might come from any village or family.
We both eagerly look forward to this ceremony, at which the chief would attend and participate.
I became used to seeing Leslie's tits on display all the time, and villagers took notice of her fair skin and different color nipples. At times, I would see village women touching Leslie's breasts and remarking. What they said, I did not know, but I enjoyed watching.
At times, Leslie saw village women handling my cock and the resulting erection. If I caught her eye, I only chuckled and shrugged. Then, I saw Leslie making a breakthrough. In a small group of men and women, I saw women grasping cocks as they spoke to the men. Leslie approached and joined in. In a matter of just a few minutes, she must have held five or six quite large dicks. The men talked with each other as the women did this, and I marveled at their composure. After all, this was just normal for them and happened every day.
Based on the size of the cocks I had seen, mine would not make me a contender for chief, but perhaps I could have become a prince. Eight inches was respectable, but many of these men could reach beyond that.
On the night of the annual ritual the village was in a festive mood. After nightfall, everyone gathered and the young men stepped forward. Already their dicks were growing in anticipation of the test of their size.
Older women in the village had the task of helping the men get erect. With joy and obvious pleasure, the older ladies touched and stroked the young men. Once excited, the men paraded around for all to see.
Then, the chief arrived with his entourage, and the excitement grew. He entered the circle, and for the first time we saw his exceptionally large appendage. If he smiled at a female, she approached, bowed slightly, and touched his cock. His enormous dick and impressive set of balls swung powerfully below.
At that point, he walked to Leslie and me. He put his hand on my shoulder, and grasped my cock as a gesture of greeting. Then he turned to Leslie. He smiled at her, and she knew he expected her to touch his cock. Her hand tried to grasp it, but it was so thick. As she lifted it up, he seemed to reach a full erection. He smiled and made sounds of satisfaction as I watched Leslie hold this amazing cock.
