Away from civilization with the indians of Brazil

My own Bureau of Indian Affairs

By Richard de Orizaba

Just 340 kms northwest of Belem, at the mouth of the Amazon River in Brazil in a town called Macapá; I came to spend a few months on an assignment for the magazine. I also welcomed the opportunity to get away from civilization for a while. I was unsure and very hesitant because the first thing that came to mind was how much I was going to miss my tricking and the gay life, the bars and all the excessive whoring around I did. But I also thought it would do me good to apply some discipline and some degree of abstinence.

My assignment was to report on the Native American Indians of Brazil as a result of the large curiosity that has emerged after a photo was taken from a helicopter of a tribe that had never had contact with the outside world.

My preconceived perception of that region of Brazil kind of threw me into a spin and a state of confusion.

I was expecting a very backward and uncivilized little town with inhabitants that were total savages. Wrong! Macapá is quite a cosmopolitan city and the capital of the state of Amapá. Being part of Amazonia,
Bisected by the Equator, Macapá retains some of the history of the region in its monuments. One of these is Sao Jose Fort, at the entrance to the city. Completed in 1782 after 18 years of labor by Indians and slaves, the Fort is an example of French influence on the culture of the area and one of the best preserved military monuments in Brazil.

The history of Amapá is also represented in the Church of Sao Jose de Macapá, which dates from 1761. In the seventeenth century, Macapá was the scene of fighting between the French who were occupying Guyana and the Portuguese in Brazil. The population of 370,000 is mainly employed in the manufacturing sector and in commerce.

The government of the state of Amapá in northern Brazil operates a passenger tramway on a pier in the Amazon River near its capital city, Macapá. The "Bonde was inaugurated in December 1998

The city lies just on the equator, at 0º N, and the monument Marco Zero (Zero Mark) marks this. The Zerão Stadium in Macapá is the only stadium in the entire world where each half of the football field is located in different hemispheres.

My tortuous journey started in Miami on a Varig flight into Brasilia where I spent a few hours; long enough to take a quick tour of the most modern capital city in the world. It is having its 50^th birthday, when it was conceived by Niemeyer and the government of Juscelino Kubitchek, where there was once just an open savannah, now there is a modern city, when they planned it, it was to have only 250,00 inhabitants, however, at this point, Brasilia is said to have more than a million and half people. Even a city that was planned from scratch cannot absorb that large an influx of new residents in such a short period of time.

The flight to Manaus was relatively short and it is impressive how the plane looks as if it is going to land right on the Amazon, and also, even from up there looking down at the mightiest river on earth, it looks like an ocean, the distance from one bank to the other is incredible.

There are no roads to Manaus other than the one from Venezuela. The only way to access the rest of Brazil is either by boat or to fly. The boat trip down the Amazon to Belem from Manaus takes 4 days. The boats are about 20m long and carry 200 to 300 people. It´s a free-for-all to get a place to hang your hammock and you can end up with people swinging above and/or below you. It´s hot and possibly wet (and certainly smelly). The ticket (about US$35) includes meals which is mostly rice and beans. And you have to watch your stuff 24 hours a day so it doesn´t get nicked.

Manaus is the biggest city up the Amazon River and is a major port. The ocean going vessels come up this far. It is a lively and prosperous city, something you might not expect in the middle of the jungle. There is even an opera house that was built at the end of the nineteenth century and is still open and has performances. I was told that the gay life is very active in Manaus because you get a lot of sailors from the merchant ships and then the local population is very tolerant. I could not sample the gay life since I had to catch the ship to Macapá.

Things get more complicated, the voyage from Manaus to Belem takes four days, but I thought that it would stop in Macapá first, wrong again! It goes to Belem and then on the way back it stops in Macapá, my final destination.

Not all is lost; however, I noticed that the captain of our boat was young and very good looking. Not really thinking we would get it on, but I thought he would be pleasant to watch and talk to.

Captain Joao Nauck was 37 years old and a hottie. He was eye candy. He had the winning smile, so friendly and virile. He was the best example of a good looking captain. I introduced myself and he actually spoke English. He told me he had been doing the river route for over three years now and got to meet a lot of English and Canadian tourists. Americans were getting scarce as the dollar is worth less.

I know that Captain Nauck knew or sensed I was cruising him. And if I wasn’t so cynical, I would say that the good captain was doing a bit of cruising of his own.

Now the trouble with this boat is that it carries far too

many people and there are not enough places to sleep. Hammocks are strung everywhere at night and the lounge has reclining chairs where a lot of people crash. I had my sleeping bag so I had to find a cubby hole to sleep. I chose a place that I thought would not have too much traffic at night and it was right outside the captain’s bridge.

Everyone on board seemed to have gone to sleep but I used the cabin light to sit by the door and read. I would glance up at my captain to see if he was falling sleep at the wheel. Instead, what I saw totally freaked me out. The captain was piloting his ship with one hand and with the other he was playing with himself. I was not sure at that point if he thought he wasn’t being watched or if he knew I was watching and was doing it on purpose for my benefit. I just had to find out. So I cleared my throat, lit a cigarette and sort of let him know I was awake.

I looked inside once more and now he had pulled down his pants and taken out his dick. I dropped my book and my tongue was hanging out from the unexpected temptation. What would you have done? I think you would have done exactly what I did. I did not get up but crawled on the floor into the bridge and I was now at the level of his knees. Captain Nauck sort of turned sideways a little to expose a very large, uncut dick. His dick was totally hard and now it was being offered to me.

I put that dick in my mouth and started to give the captain a blow job. I hope that this was the best blow job he ever had in his life as I was putting to use all my talents. What a delicious dick that was, I didn’t have to suck very long, he was horny and shot his load after a few times going in and out of my mouth. He told me I could sleep in the bridge and as he closed the door, no one could see in (and it was air conditioned) He lowered his pants and then lowered mine while still being as hard as a rock. I find it remarkable because I go soft after I cum.

Captain Nauck turned me around and got his cock in my ass crack and started to rub against my hole. I wasn’t sure if I was clean or not but he was getting me so hot, I didn’t care. He started to push into the opening and the head went in. Good grief! His dick was big! I felt it all the way to my belly button. He was holding to the ship’s wheel and still pumping away at my ass. I hoped to hell he would not run us aground but I wasn’t worried about that now, I had a man inside of me, a real Brazilian captain with a large cock and that was the important thing. This went on the four nights I spent on the ship, I would blow him, and then he would fuck me about half an hour later.

I arrived in Macapá and it was full of surprises. I found a very modern city with all the advances of civilization. Other than the access from the river, the road leading north goes to French Guiana and to the Indian reservation where I was to spend a month. I had to spend a couple of days getting ready and purchasing the supplies for my stay. I had to carry my own food as I did not know what their diet consisted of or if they were willing or able to feed me. The contact in Macapá was this devastatingly beautiful mixed Brazilian. He was part Indian himself and also Black, Portuguese and he even had a Dutch grandfather from Surinam.

I was to stay at his house for those two days and I could not have been happier. His name was Agostinho and he was only 23 years old. But the dude had a nice body and his demeanor was that of an older man. Very butch.

We went to the different stores to gather all we needed and he was very sweet and helpful. I was surprised at how well stocked and how readily available all the camping, the gear and those things I needed would be.

Agostinho had a temper and he was very defensive when he thought they were gouging or taking advantage of me. He was there to watch after my interests.

So, I started to fantasize again, could I possibly suck his dick? Would he deck me if I put the moves on him? I didn’t have to wait long for the answer as the opportunity presented itself. After we returned to his house with all the purchases, it was bathing time. The bathing consisted of a wooden wash tub right outside of the kitchen and all you have to do was get naked, stand in the tub and open a fosset. Naturally, Agostinho took off his clothes and stood naked in front of me. I could not believe my eyes. His skin was sort of a cinnamon color almost bronze like and very smooth, not much hair even in his crotch. His cock was large and uncut and hardly any hairs in his balls. I just sat there watching this Brazilian god show me all this beauty and maleness. He caught on right away; I guess I am not discreet when I am looking at a naked man, and even less when the naked man is gorgeous.

Agostinho told me to take off my clothes and join him in the tub, by then he was getting a hard on and so was I. I didn’t know where this was going but it was beginning to be exciting. So I took off my shirt and pants and my dick was harder than ever.. I went in the tub and sat in the cool water; Agostinho was still standing and turned around to offer me his dick. I held it for a minute and caressed it, and could not help myself, I had to suck it. He was fully enjoying my blow job when he stopped me and turned me around. Now he was going to fuck me. I sort of stood and was leaning against the edge of the tub to steady myself when I felt the sharp pain. Agostinho was inside of me without any lubrication nor had he given me any warning. That is what I call a dry fuck. But it started to feel good and Agostinho was pumping me like he would have a cheap whore. He started to cum inside my ass and did not even give me the chance to pull out so I could catch his jizz with my mouth. He came oodles of man juice; I could feel it warming my insides.

The next day we departed for the village of Terceiro Acampamento in the Walapi Indian Reservation. Agostinho had arranged with the chief for me to have a hut instead of staying with the single men in the communal hut. Agostinho left right away and I was now at the mercy of these Indians who spoke a different language and very little Portuguese. No sooner I got in the hut, a heavy rain started to fall. I could not even see 20 feet across into the circle where all the huts are lined up. In spite of the rain, I had my first visitor. This one spoke broken Portuguese and he told me his name was Bento. Great! At least I can converse with someone. I noticed however that Bento was very young, I would say around 16 or 17 and he was very cute, he had a pierced nose that he adorned with some sort of arrow or stick with feathers at the end. His eyes were very dark brown and his hair jet black and straight. He was not muscular but had the beauty of youth. He had painted his whole body in my honor. This would have been his Sunday finest. I was very impressed but I did not understand the reasons for his deference.

These people have only begun to be exposed to the outside world for the first time in 1922, and there have been quite a few missionaries that have come their way, all have moved on, realizing that there is no riches to be sucked out, there is still a certain spontaneity and lack of prudish inhibitions.

Missionaries would have ruined these simple and humble people. It is a good thing too that they have not stayed. These Indians have a refreshing openness and a spontaneity of their own that would be lost if they are “converted”. The first to go would be their nakedness, then all the body thing to go would be decorations and then they would turn them into prudes.

The rain did not stop and Bento stayed and lingered. I thought he would go home but instead, he prepared a corner and laid his head down. He was sleep before his head hit the mat. I lit a cigarette and thought that I would have to ration them and only have one a day since there would be no place to get any if I ran out. I then lay down next to Bento and fell into a deep sleep myself.

Sometime in the middle of the night I felt this strange pressure on my stomach. I wake up to find Bento using me as a pillow and his head is turned so that his face is in front of my genitals. Wow, I am not sure I want to do this. First I am not really into having sex with minors; second, I have no idea what the tribal punishments are if you deflower a young warrior. I was facing a dilemma. I took his head in my hands and lifted it back to the mat. Bento up righted himself and was crying. He had tears in his eyes and put his hands over his face to hide his shame. I asked him why he was crying and he said: “Porque voce nao gosta de mim” (Because you don’t like me) I told him I liked him just fine but I thought he was too young. It was then that Bento told me that all the men have younger lovers in their village.

That explains why the men all sleep in one big hut and the women have individual huts where they raise the children. The Walapi believe that women are for procreation and men for loving each other. Now, that is a twist. Can you see the frustration in the faces of any missionary who comes to convert these people? “They are sinners, heathen, and evil”. But they have had a very simple and happy society for over 8 thousand years. Yet they don’t even have use for numbers, they don’t understand the concept and they count: one, two, more, less, and one can also mean little. Imagine a society that has no use for numbers. But my fears were put to rest the next day when the chief brought a paper to me to explain or translate. It was the copy of the census that the census takers had left with the chief; curiously, it was dated August 1982 and it listed a two day old child name Bento. So Bento was actually close to 20 years old and I thought he was 16. Then I felt a lot better about having had sex with him.

My hut was state of the art according to Indian standards. I had very smooth floors made from compacted ashes, on one side there was an opening and I had a kitchen which consisted of an iron rack where the pots would rest and the wood could be placed underneath.

The following morning we woke up to the smell of smoke, not coming from any of the huts but from far away. There was a hub-hub around the settlement and it was decided that some of the warriors would go on an expedition to investigate. The contingent was composed of two dug-out canoes and three men in each. As I was single and very strong, they entrusted me the title of head warrior. I must have looked like a god to them with my huge biceps and pecs. We went down river for a couple of hours until the smoke was visible. We arrived at the riverside village that was no longer there. It had burned to the ground. All of it was ashes. There were men and children with their hands on their faces and others had thrown their arms up in the air. The women were nowhere to be found. They had gone on to the other side of the river to wait it out. This was the product of burning to clear the land for cultivation, an encroachment of civilization into these Indian lands. The problem was that the village was on the other side of the Marapi river and the reservation lands start on the east side of the waterway. The Indians don’t know that these barriers or imaginary lines exist, hell; they don’t even have numbers or can count. To them it is very sad that the white men come and burn their lands and drive them out of a place where they have been living for thousands of years.

What happened next is heart warming and inspirational. The men in my canoe invited the whole village to come and live with them. They were taking them to safe refuge. We returned just in time for breakfast. (It would be brunch for us) Breakfast is piraucu, a freshly caught river fish. The Indians stew it in water and, when it’s ready, wrap it in pieces of a big gummy manioc pancake called beiju, with hot pepper and store-bought salt for seasoning.

The rest of the day was spent getting high and fraternizing with each other. There was a group of four that had gone out hunting and they returned late in the afternoon with goodies. Among these men returning from the hunt there was one who brought me a bird he caught. He pretty much distributed their catch of the day and it was an honor to have been the first to have been given part of the catch. All these nuances I had to learn very fast as there is no equivalent in our culture.

The young man’s name was Caetano and he was a strong warrior and hunter. His age was around 27 but since these people don’t have numbers, age is irrelevant. That is why Bento came to my bed and offered himself to me. His age is inconsequential in this culture. Having sex with me is something to be expected, it is the norm, the tradition of Walapi life.

I could not move because I was afraid that Caetano’s cock would slip out of my ass. In any case, being fucked was outstanding and he was doing such a good job that I would soon reach an orgasm. Caetano started to have these almost spastic jerks, an indication he was getting close. He let out a scream and then I knew. I did the same almost instantly as I felt the warmth of

Caetano’s juice inside my ass. When I shot my wad my question was this, why is it that these guys all have Portuguese names and yet they can only speak a few words of the language? I asked Bento and his response was that sometime in the recent past, he does not have a concept for numbers; some census taker came by their village and gave all of them “the gift”. In Walapi culture, the person’s name is their most important possession. Caetano and Bento got along very well as Bento had been Caetano's lover and that is why Bento was crying because he thought that if I rejected him it was because I did not like him and Caetano would be upset. Caetano and Bento prepared the bird and we sat around the campfire and ate very well. All was fine except some vile fermented shit I had to drink. It was awful tasting but it gave us three a buzz. The time came to go to sleep since the sun had already set in the horizon and Bento and I headed into the hut. Caetano left a little earlier to bathe in the river. Bento hugged me and he was getting me excited. I was still not ok with having sex with a minor but at least I was kissing him and caressing him in an adoring way.

Within twenty minutes, I was ready to trot. I was going to make love to Bento and betray any sense of decency I had. It was then that Caetano came back into my hut. Now he had rid himself of his loin cloth and his nose piercings.

Caetano laid beside me and on my other side was Bento. They were now both kissing me around the face, tripping out on my chest and arms and just being very affectionate.

Caetano then pressed his cock on my side and Bento turned over and backed his ass on my crotch and hard dick. I realized that I was to be the middle of the sandwich. Caetano penetrated me almost immediately while it took me a while to start fucking Bento, I am very big and he was a small guy. I did not want to hurt him. But he wanted it as much as I did and with a little patience and spit, all problems can be solved. Caetano was pumping me like crazy and it felt good. I was inside Bento and I came inside Bento and I was holding his dick as I did so. Bento too came right after me.

The next day I was invited to go along fishing with 6 of the men in their canoes. There was Fabio, Guilherme and Heitor. They were all young and cute. I immediately thought of what Bento had explained to me the night before. When do I get to have these guys fuck me? I didn’t have to wait long. That night Fabio came to my hut and we fucked our brains out. The following night it was Guilherme and then Heitor the next night. But with Heitor it was different, he was there to get fucked, and I was not going to argue. I did get to suck his dick and I made him cum. It seems that they are not very orally inclined and then he told the others what I had done to him and how wonderful it felt, they all wanted now to get sucked off and even started to suck each other emulating what I did. I think that I did more to civilize these Indians than any fucking evangelical missionary could have done: I turned a whole village into cock suckers.

Bento explained further what the set up was. I was to fuck him any time I wanted, he was mine. And the men in the village were to fuck me any time they wanted, I was theirs. Since I was not raised with them and a total stranger, none of them would have had the chance to have me when I was an adolescent. So, in order to make up for the lost time, they thought it would be nice for me to have them fuck me one at a time. Is this a dream? If it is, it is a fucking wonderful wet dream! I spent a total of two months with the Walapi clan and I even started to think a little like them. I had not a care in the world and for the first time in my life I was happy and totally sexually satisfied. Of the 24 men in the tribe 20 had their turn at fucking my ass, Bento was the 21^st and the other 3 were too old to make love, all they did was get high all day long.

Then things started to get a little weird a couple of weeks before my departure. Bento explained it to me this way: Since all in the tribe had inserted their penises in me and deposited their seed, I was now one of them. It was incumbent upon me to chose a wife and deposit my seed in her in order to procreate. They had chosen a 14 year old virgin for me. The shaman and the council had gotten together and deemed the issue to be of grave importance, so they took this decision. Mind you, there was so little contact with the women, that it was only limited to the tribal dances and social events and there were some older men who lived in the huts with some of the women in a sort of mini family unit. The time came for me to leave when Agostinho arrived and there were more tears and sadness because of my departure than there was at the funeral of one of the tribesmen. They seem to value the living a lot more than the departed, although they do have some sort of ritual when a person dies they cremate them and then ingest the ashes so that the dead can continue to live through them. Weird but it makes sense.

Boy, did I have a lot to write about in my magazine!

I returned to Macapá with Agostinho and got to work on my article right away. I asked Agostinho to find me a house as I intended to settle down for a few months. As long as I had internet access I could work and file my articles from here. It gave me a great opportunity to extend my visit and get to know more of the country and in particular this fascinating little city.

Agostinho found me a place although it was not anywhere like the Taj Majal. It was very rustic and a bit dirty. Dirty I can fix, all I had to do was get Agostinho to find me a couple of guys to come and work for a few days, buy paint and the place would sparkle. The problem was that there was no furniture. I wasn’t about to buy furniture and then leave it in a couple of months. I did find the solution thanks to a suggestion from Agostinho: Why don’t I exchange furniture for labor? Good idea, all he had to do was find a couple of guys who would work for furniture and not money…..a little difficult, I figured.

Agostinho knows everyone in that city. Agostinho seems to have fucked everyone in that city as well. He brought over a few boys in their late teens so I could talk to them and see who I wanted. I think he was expecting me to pick the cutest ones.

Heitor, Inacio,Josué and Marcelinho. There, I narrowed it down to four. They were young and full of energy, willing to work and I suspect willing to have their willies sucked. They were very cute, all four of them. But I had to concentrate on the matter at hand, to finish my first article that was to be a series of 8 for the magazine. I could not even think about sex at this time and the boys were there inside while I worked out in the back terrace which was actually shaded and very pleasant. I could peek once in a while and cruise them, like when I had to go take a leak or get something to drink. They would be kidding around, talking and teasing each other while they were doing the work. I would come in and they would quiet down. It was an automatic response.

Marcelino was up in the ladder painting the ceiling. He was wearing some cut off pants that had seen better days. It had all kinds of holes in them and also they were very loose. I was passing just in front of him while he was on the ladder and as I looked up, I could see his dick peeking through one of the holes. That ruined my whole day. After that, I found it very difficult to concentrate. Don’t think for a minute that Marcelino did not know I was looking up his crotch. I will tell you why, when I came back from the kitchen, I looked again and now Marcelino had a tent in his old pants. It seems that he is like me, the minute I know someone is looking at my dick, it goes hard.

I went back to my work out in the terrace and try as I might, I could not get the image of that pretty uncut dick out of my mind. I did manage to do the outline and incorporate some of my notes I wrote while at the Indian reservation. A few more days and I would have it all concise and ready to go. The boys were really very good. One of them stopped working, went to a store close by and bought all the ingredients to cook all of us dinner. He made batapá northeast style. I told them to knock it off around six and we sat down out in the terrace and ate the delicious food Josué had made and washed it down with some Brahmas. (Brazilian beer) The boys were very good company and after having been with the tribe so long I had even learned some of their language and my vocabulary was becoming monosyllabic and I welcomed the human interchange of ideas in a more sophisticated, evolved language. Not that I am putting their language down, it is more than adequate for them, but I need language to survive, I am after all a wordsmith and a journalist, that is how I make my living. The boys were so witty and kept teasing each other as to who had the biggest dick, the most voluminous testicles, who could suck cock better, and it was like that until it was time to retire for the evening and go to sleep. They left about a quarter to ten and I hit the sack before they were even out of the door. In Macapá people seldom lock their doors and since I was quite a way from civilization I did not need to worry about that. What a great feeling it is to just lay down your head and not worry about locking doors, turning on alarms and that kind of bullshit. I hit the pillow and was a gonner. I don’t think that I was sleep more than 20 minutes when some noise woke me up, There was someone entering my house. Shit, this cannot be happening, it is all I need, a burglar in this place where no one ever takes anything from anybody. I sat on the bed when I see the figure standing against the door jam. It was a familiar figure, I could make out the features in the dark. Yes, it was Marcelinho. He apologized for having awakened me but he said he got down to the bus stop, he had not a single “tostao” or buck to pay the fare and the last bus was just passing now so that he would not be able to get back to town tonight.

I told him he was more than welcome to stay and spend the night. He thanked me and went to the living room area and cleared the sofa of all the shit that was deposited on top to clear the room for the painting, and that is where he went to sleep, or so I thought.

Marcelinho went back to the terrace and just sat there, I was a little tired and half sleep but I could hear him coughing once in a while and it wasn’t coming from the living room. I was now half awake and just looking at the ceiling without reconciling my sleep. Then it happened. Marcelinho in the most daring move, came into my room and laid in the bed with me. He did so and had removed all his clothes and left them in the living room. He was in the bed next to me and I could smell the beer in his breath, not a bad smell as I too had been drinking beer, but it kind of made it sexier. Marcelinho put his hand on my chest and started to caress my pecs and my nipples. He was almost worshiping my body. He kept getting closer to my crotch and finally he got a hold of my dick. Marcelinho commented: “Nossa! O seu pau é mesmo grande! (Mercy! Your dick is really big!) It was then that he traveled down there and started to suck my dick. He was good, it was obvious he had done it many times before. And I reached over and grabbed a hold of his pecker. That was nice, I felt it hot to the touch and it was oozing a lot of pre-cum. Should I waste it? Nah, so I moved in the direction of his manhood and started to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his dick. I also went for his chest and started to nibble on his nipple, traveling further into his armpit. He was so hot! And he smelled so manly after working all day. Marcelinho wasn’t expecting that so it was driving him up the wall and making him really crazy.

Marcelinho then asked me if I liked his “bunda” (his ass) I told him yes, could I have it? He said: “E p’ra vocé” (‘tis for you) Now I traveled towards his bum hole, making sure that I licked his cheeks and the underside of his testicles. When I got to the finish line, I just threw my whole self into that beautiful ass. I was licking and darting my tongue in and out even though it was sweaty and musky, but his smell was so terribly macho I got more turned on. I had my dick work its way up his bum hole and I slowly penetrated him, making sure there was no discomfort. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I was. Other than the initial shock of having your asshole invaded by such a monster, Marcelinho was faring very well, he would punctuate the fucking when I pushed my dick in by saying: “Ay! And it was regular and sexy. Hearing stimulation is also one contributing factor to great sex. As my thrusts into him became faster and more powerful, his “ay” was almost one after the other. Marcelino then announced: “vou gozar”, I pulled out of his ass, turned him around and reinserted my dick and put it in my mouth. I told him then: “voce pode gozar agora” (now you can cum) and Marcelino did, like a Brahma bull, tons of sweet manly juice. His milk was so delicious I wanted more of him and told him. We have to do this again. Before the night was over, we fucked 3 more times and I made him cum a total of four times.

Since he was already there, I prepared some cafezinho (Brazilian espresso) and he went right to work. I got myself dressed and waited for Agostinho. He was bringing me a jeep he managed to rent from one of his friends who had gone to Belem for a few months and he was able to get a hold of him and his friend was glad because that is putting the vehicle to work for money.

Agostinho and I went into town and I was surprised at the variety of businesses there were. I was even more perplexed to see skyscrapers in the middle of the jungle.

We were able to purchase quite a bit and arranged to have it delivered at the end of the week, all things going according to schedule, the work in the house would be finished. The owners of the house were very thrilled they were getting this make over and did not have to spend much. They agreed to pay for the paint only. Since I was getting the labor cheaply, it was a win-win situation. The furniture and appliance stores have all you could possibly want or need. It is the same quality and variety as in any other big Brazilian city. Most is more expensive because it has to travel from the Port of Santos near Sao Paulo, around the east tip of South America and up the Amazon a little way. But there were many items that were of local manufacture. Some beautiful handmade stuff and a lot of artisan decorative shit.

That night we stayed in town and ate at a local restaurant where the fish from the Amazon is brought in fresh every day. We drove back to my house and I asked Agostinho if he wanted to spend the night. When I did, his face lit up and came over and gave me a hug and a kiss. The sex session that night was fantastic, much better even than the first time and that had been outstanding. I made Agostinho cum three times and I came twice. I drove him back into town the next day and returned to see the progress the boys were making. It was almost done so I told them to take a break, we should all go get something to eat and have some brews.

We drove a little ways on the other side of town and found this fantastic restaurant that specialized in food from Bahia. The feijoada was superb, there were smoked baby back ribs and all the trimmings like salad and dessert. We must have been there for over three hours, only to come back and our desire to continue working was totally gone. So I suggested we take a nap and I did not have to twist their arms. There were two on the floor, one on the couch and Marcelinho on my bed. I guess since he had first dibs on me he had earned the right to be there. We slept for a good three hours, when that heavy black bean soup started to be digested the body was incapable of doing anything else. I can see why the people in Brazil take naps in the middle of the day, with the heat, humidity and heavy meals, it is hard to do anything but sleep.

I woke up and it was getting dark. Marcelinho was clinging to me and our bodies were sweating a lot. He was beginning to smell wonderful. We were totally naked and still felt the heat. Of course I woke up with a hard on and so did he. I grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth and that was a nice way to wake him up. In the meantime, the other three boys had also awaken and they now came into my bedroom to watch. I didn’t mind but I was hoping they would join in the sex orgy. The fact is that it did not take them long to start fondling each other, then they went to Marcelinho and started to fondle his ass while I continued to suck him. Heitor and Inacio were going at it already. They had a good 69 in progress. Then as I was sucking Marcelinho, Josué started to suck my dick. This went on for quite some time, we would switch partners at intervals and each and everyone of them wanted to get fucked. It seems that Marcelinho had been bragging about how good I fucked him the night before and now they all wanted a piece of my cock. What I wanted was to drink all of them, yes, I wanted for them to cum in my mouth one at a time.

I had to make one more expedition to reinforce and expand my research and help me finish my assignment. My trip would take me north on highway BR156 from Macapá to Oiapoque on the frontier with French Guiana. There I was to travel up river to continue my research on the Palikur tribes. There are only 1000 living in Brazil and 500 on the French Guiana side. These people are closely related to the other tribe I lived with, the Maliwar. Their language is similar, by now I was able to speak their dialect and I had to compare the two tribes.

The journey is one that would exhaust the most seasoned traveler. The road is nothing more than a dirt trail in many places and there are several rivers that have to be crossed. Most rivers can be crossed at level crossings if you drive a jeep or a high vehicle. Some others are not so easy and there are ferry services to help in this endeavor , at a cost, of course.

The tribes I was to visit were related to the one I had lived with, their language was a dialect of Arawak or descended from it but at this point it had been terribly contaminated with the French Creole and a lot of the Portuguese. It was written and documented by some fucking Pentecostal missionaries who came to spoil these noble people’s lives. The Christian agenda has always been to convert the natives whether they like it or not, and even if they have to kill them to make them Christians. That is why the tribe I lived with views school as a form of enslavement, any type of cultural or religious mission is frowned upon and they will resist conversion. The missionaries and educators who came before me make my work a lot harder. I am seen by these people as an enemy, an outsider who comes to bring misery and sickness and also make them slaves. The Indians view civilization as one great big clearing of their lands by fire, where all vegetation and animal life is destroyed so they can either raise cattle or plant a crop.

The Indians in the jungle have long learned of the wicked ways of the white man, they are clinging to their culture and their way of life and are losing the battle. Bento is an example. He speaks Palikur but prefers to speak French Creole and his Portuguese is better than his native tongue. When we spoke, I used a mixture of French and Portuguese and he would teach me the equivalent in Palikur.

I took two of the boys with me, Inacio and Heitor so they could help me with the driving. I was paying them well and since they had no jobs it was very fortuitous to be doing this, besides the fact that they were both fascinated by my body and my large cock. It was definitely a treat for them since they got to have sexual activities and a lot of fun, all paid for by me. I also took them with me because one of them is a trained soldier, Inacio served in the Brazilian Army and I was told that there have been people on their way to Cayenne attacked and robbed on the highway.

One of my articles that I have been assigned is to look into the gold mining industry in the Amazon region and the effects of mercury contamination. The origin of most of the mercury contamination is the informal mining sector; some may be derived from natural sources. Some pressure has been generated within Brazil to control mercury use by garimpeiros; these are the independent prospectors who will stop at nothing to mine the gold. The amount of violence over claims and territory is well documented and the “garimpeiros” have gained an infamous reputation for being shady characters. One of the many stops along the way to my tribe involved an area that has been actively mined since the 1940’s. Many from the poorer areas of Brazil have migrated to search for wealth or just find a job.

We arrived at the mining village and it reminded me of an old American West settlement. It had all the markings and the trappings. The saloon, the whorehouse and the colorful characters that were milling about, no doubt in search for some sucker they could con.

One of these was sitting outside the bar in tables set up under a kapok tree and he was eating something and consuming beer. He was in his forties but still had a very attractive face and you could tell through his clothes that he was very well put together. He sported a moustache and a goatee and wore a black cowboy type hat. The guy looked at us and smiled, greeted us as if he knew us forever.

Inacio and I were talking about the gold mining and he was sitting just a few tables away and could hear the conversation, he got up and came to our table, very friendly and smiling. He said he could not help but overhear what we were saying and he thought he could give us an opinion, or an insider’s view on the whole subject. I figured that this clown was just looking for a free beer but was open to any possibilities. I invited him to sit with us and after the introductions, Heitor returned from the bathroom and he said his name was Tadeu and was from the Northeast city of Sao Francisco in the Sertao.

Mercury has been used in gold mining since classical times. Mercury binds with gold particles giving an amalgam which, due to its density, will lodge in the lining of simple sluice boxes. This amalgam of gold and mercury, is then burnt and the mercury is released in the form of a volatile gas. This simple mining process lies behind a complex environmental problem in the Amazon basin, which has important public health implications. Tadeu was telling us a very interesting account of how gold is mined and what it is that he does. He actually started out as a garimpeiro but now he is in the buying end as an intermediary. This tells me that the guy is not exactly uneducated as are most garimpeiros. It is hard for them to get out of the gold mining as they become almost indentured servants when they owe more money to the company store just getting supplies and food and end up more in debt each month.

Tadeu has an arrangement with some of the men who work the mines where he gets them to sell him newfound gold before they go to the company store and he keeps a credit account for them so that when they leave camp or decide to quit the operations they come to him and he gives them what they have accumulated in their account. Some will try to leave the camp owing the company store and just get their accumulated funds, but Tadeu has to protect his interests and keep operating so he works closely with the company store to avoid deadbeat runaways. As Tadeu was telling us all this, he was sitting next to me and something struck me as peculiar. There was plenty of room on the other side of him but Tadeu chose to sit real close to me. It was also becoming apparent that his knee was rubbing my thigh. I looked down and saw that it was only his right leg and it was certainly a deliberate move on his part. So I responded by rubbing my knee on his leg as well. I said I had to go to the bathroom and excused myself and he said to wait for him because he had to go too. Hum! Very suspicious!. I got to the john and it was horrible. The toilet was clogged and overflowing, the stink from piss was overwhelming and I just wanted to pee and get the fuck out as soon as I could. I leaned against the pissing area which was nothing more than a wall with a little retaining wall in the front and I took out my pecker. Tadeu lined up on my side and even though the piss urinal was about ten feet long, he chose to stand almost touching me with no more than a few inches separating the two of us. He then took out his dick and I looked. It was nice and big, He looked at mine and made a facial expression which can only mean approval as it was followed by nodding up and down. I was pissing and as it always happens, when I know somebody is looking at my schlong, I get a hard on. There it went, the son of a bitch has a mind of its own, regardless of the piss stream going through, my dick decided to go hard. Tadeu saw it grow and now his expression was more accentuated. I finished pissing and tried to put my dick back and when it is hard it is like pulling a rope through a needle hole. When I walked back both boys noticed my bulge and then when Tadeu came out he too had a bulge. no attempts to hide it either. I guess he was interested and to tell the truth, so was I. I have had so many twinkies on this trip that a little more mature man would be a welcomed change. Inacio was the first one to ask me if something had gone on when Tadeu was talking to Heitor. I told Inacio that the bathroom was a disgrace and even if we wanted to do something it would have been impossible to endure the stench. So Inacio said: But something could have gone on, right? I said, “oh, definetly, the guy was sporting a woody and so was I”

Then Tadeu made his move. He told us that it was too dangerous to try to continue our trip at that late hour and we would be met by darkness and a lot of road hazards, he offered to take us to the mining operation the next morning and to spend the night at his house which was just half an hour away close to the camp in a village the mining company had built. I jumped at the chance and accepted. Inacio and Heitor were not so sure but they just agreed. We left the little shaded area and I was going to pay the bill and the woman told us that Tadeu already had paid for us. How nice of him, I thought, he is not after my money like most people are. We drove the distance through a road that veers away from BR156 and

Tadeu’s luxurious house in the middle of nowhere.

after a lot of mud and level stream crossings came upon an anachronism. It was a little city, a prosperous little village with very nice buildings and even nicer houses. What a contrast to the village we had just left. This is a company owned town and most of the buildings serve in one capacity or another as offices, housing or company store where the mining operations are conducted. As we approached the residential section, I thought I was in Miami or somewhere else. These were fancy houses and Tadeu owned one of the nicest ones. At last!, civilization and creature comforts. Tadeu had a housekeeper, a black Brazilian from Natal and he told us she was a good worker and an even better cook. He told her to prepare a dinner for the four of us and we then went to the back where he had a very nice bar and terrace area. He fixed us all caipirinhas and the coolness of the shaded patio was very pleasant. After consuming about three I was getting a buzz. But Tadeu went on and on about the mining of gold and I was putting it all into my mnd, sort of saved in a file for future use.

Dinner time came and Terezinha came to announce that the food was served. What a meal it turned out to be! She had cooked some sweet water prawns, relatives of crawfish on a coconut based sauce over rice. She also had made these farinha and bacalao fritters to die for. The dessert was a fluffy passion fruit tart the likes of which I had never tasted. It was dining heaven. Terezinha picked up the plates, went into the kitchen and picked up, put the dishes in the dishwasher and asked Tadeu if we needed anything else. He said for her to go home but to come back a little earlier in the morning as we would need breakfast before we went on our visit to the mine.

The events that followed are of significance because all four of us engaged in our own mini orgy. Tadeu iniciated it by taking off his clothes and wearing only his skivvies. As he walked around showing us his sexy hairy body, we could not prevent getting excited ourselves. Heitor then took off his shirt, then I took my shirt and pants off and Inacio had to follow. By the time we were half naked, we all had erections. Tadeu then put his hand on my crotch and lowered my underwear to reveal my pubic hair and eventually he freed my cock. He put his lips around it and commented that he had not seen a prettier or bigger cock. I was licking Heitor’s armpits and Inacio was going down on Tadeu. This was too much! We were all getting pretty hot and Tadeu said he was going to cum. Since I know that Inacio is not into swallowing cum, I went down on Tadeu and he unloaded his explosion of jizz into my waiting mouth. I let Heitor suck me then because he enjoys getting my cum wad. Then I turned Heitor around and sucked him off too, followed by Tadeu sucking Inacio’s dick dry. This was just the start. We all went to his bed and continued all the caressing, licking and not one of us went soft. It was fuck time! Tadeu wanted me to fuck him and so did the boys. So I had Heitor sit on Inacio’s cock while Tadeu put his dick into my ass and I was standing just in front of Inacio’s face and he started to suck me. I was getting it on both ends now. But I needed to suck a dick to make it perfect so we quickly reorganized, Tadeu was sitting on the floor while I sat on his cock, Heitor stood or halfway sat on the edge of the bed while I was sucking him and Inacio was sucking me while Tadeu was pumping in and out of my ass. It wasn’t long before Tadeu announced: “vou gozar!, ah, ah, ah, caralho!” (I’m cumming, oh, oh, shit! And he went in my ass filling it with his manly seed. Then Heitor upon hearing Tadeu’s orgasmic noises, he shot his wad as well. Me? As soon as I had Heitor’s jizz fill my mouth, I went off. Inacio took my load in his mouth and swallowed it and I was surprised. I made Inacio then stand in front of me while I was still sitting on Tadeu’s cock and Inacio reached a climax as well.

This continued a couple of times during the night and it was all brought to a peak during the last and best Daisy chain I ever had. I was fucking Tadeu, Tadeu was fucking Inacio and Inacio was fucking Heitor. We managed to move in unison and not one of us dropped the Daisy chain falling out of sync or getting their dicks outside of the hole. I thought my testicles were drying up and my dick was actually sore from so much stimulation. We went to sleep and woke up early. Tadeu went to each bedroom and undid the beds to make Terezinha think that we all slept in different beds. We then stepped into the shower which could fit 6 people and was all marble and stood under the shower head, enjoying the unusual chance at showering with hot water when we heard Terezinha enter the house. Tadeu was the first one out and he put on a housecoat and went downstairs to let the dog outside. We finished the shower and got dressed, I lit a cigarette and Terezinha brought all of us a cafezinho. We ate breakfast and left for the mine in my jeep.

We arrived at the mine after a nice breakfast and the foreman greeted us and welcomed us to see the operation. He was very much aware of the mercury situation and said that the company was doing the best it could to take care of the problem. To me, that meant they were doing nothing.

Eventually, what happens is that some of this mercury enters aquatic food chains, contaminating fish. Since fish is the staple diet of the Amazonian interior, and many Amazonian river peasant communities have among the highest per-capita intakes of fish in the world, there is a clear

SOURCE: http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/07/americas_brazilian_gold_mine/img/1.jpg

theoretical possibility that mercury contamination in Amazonia could have very serious public health consequences.

Fish contamination with mercury is, however, a complex problem as a result of the biomagnification of this metal in the food chain. First, this contamination does not affect all species of fish equally: the research literature clearly shows that carnivorous fish are most likely to be affected, since they absorb the mercury contained in the smaller fish they eat , while herbivorous, fruit-eating and bottom-feeding species are less likely to be contaminated. Secondly, the levels of mercury found even in carnivorous Amazonian fish are not reportedly sufficient to have produced clinical symptoms in adults, although it is possible they may be harmful to children whose mothers were eating contaminated fish after 1979, when large-scale mercury use began. Thirdly, the extent to which an individual or community might be affected would depend not only on their geographical location in relation to contamination blackspots, but also on the migration patterns of the fish they consume, and the importance of carnivorous species in the local diet. It should also be remembered that the areas affected are often rural and extremely remote: no demographic records exist, and no reliable information is available on possible early indicators of a public health problem linked to organic mercury, such as incidence of spontaneous abortion.

Determining the extent to which mercury contamination poses a problem for these river communities Heitor was telling me that his own mother had over five miscarriages. He also had a girlfriend and got her pregnant but she lost the baby. The stories of miscarriages are very common in these communities and it is not known to what extent it has impacted the native Brazilian Indian populations since they have their miscarriages and health issues and are not close to a clinic or medical help nor does it get reported.

We arrived at the village of Oiapoque on the Oiapoque river which serves as the dividing frontier between Brazil and French Guiana. We left the jeep in the care of a very nice old gentleman and we paid him in advance so he would not do anything unpleasant to the vehicle. Then we caught a sloop to travel the rest of the way up the river and to the villages I was to visit.-

At the border, I presented my American passport but spoke to them in perfect French. Heitor and Inacio had no passports but they let them in on their Brazilian ID card. We traveled for hours on a very slow motorized sloop up the river and we reached our destination: Clevelandia do Norte on the Brazilian side. There I was greeted by the chief and a very crafty man who was doing handywork to sell to tourists. When I spoke to them in their native Palikur, they were totally overtaken by emotion. They believed I was one of them from the lost tribes. They refer to the lost tribes as those who split up and went to the Walapi area and settled down there after the whole Palikur tribe was driven out of the Island of Marajó at the mouth of the Amazon by the settlers who turned it into a cattle region. I was like the prodigal son who had come back. The whole village went into a celebration and a big feast was prepared in my honor.

I thought I had learned enough of the Palikur language from Bento, but I found out that I actually knew it better than the native speakers. No surprise there since I am a wordsmith and understand the dynamics of linguistics. The problem being that theirs is a dying language. The elders speak it but the younger generation speaks more Portuguese than Palikur. The Government of Brazil is doing a terrific job of trying to preserve the identity and culture of these peoples while also bringing them along in their literacy program. They are opening up bilingual schools and unlike the Evangelical Missionaries who wanted to impart western traditions and force them to leave their cultures behind, the Brazilian Government through the “Fundacao Nacional do Indio” is doing just the opposite. Some trust has now been established on the part of the native populations and the white man is not seen as such a threat.

But if the Brazilian side is protected, the opposite is true on the French Guiana side. The next day we continued our trip up the river to the Indian village of Maripa on the other bank of the river. There the younger generation no longer speak Palikur and they speak Creole instead. Karipúna, spoken in Brazil, mostly in Uaçá, the state of Amapá. It was developed by Amerindians in the Uaçá, with possible influences from immigrants from neighboring French Guiana and French territories of the Caribbean and with a recent lexical adstratum from Portuguese. Lanc-Patuá, spoken more widely in the state of Amapá, is a variety of the former, possibly the same language.

My work now done, we had to return to my house in Macapá. The trip back was tortuous and boring, only made bereable by the constant sex we had on the way back. Either Inacio would start sucking me or Heitor while we were driving, we would stop on the roadside and go at it. After all, the road is not that well traveled. You could have a breakdown and not get any help for a couple of hours until the next vehicle came by. We would often just park and go into the jungle, find a stream and made sure there were no piranhas and we would bathe and have more sex.

Upon our arrival in Macapá Agostinho gave us a surprise party or “asalto” And he brought over a stable full of studs, I was going bananas with all the young men present, all were gay or bi and it was hard to pick which one I should keep for the rest of the night’s activities. As it turned out, I went for Agostinho. He was not only loyal but a real hot number. He gave me a great deal of satisfaction in bed and since he went through all the trouble of throwing this party, I thought it would be the best thing to do since I knew what the sex was going to be like. Agostinho did not disappoint me. We had the best sex that night we had ever had together.

The rest of my stay was also very interesting. I would work very hard during the day, drive into town, eat something and buy whatever I needed for the next day and then go to the internet café to send off what I had done that day. It became sort of a routine. But if the days were routine, the nights were anything but. The party Agostinho gave for me got me acquainted with a lot of the young studs that were interested in bedding me. It seems that between Heitor’s friends, Agostinho and his buddies, Inacio and Marcelino, I would have an endless parade of studs in my bed, every night without failure two or three would show up and we would have three ways. There would be times when I would give five or six blow jobs and fuck a couple of twinks or get fucked by a couple.

Then among my guests there was this one who had a job at a hotel in the city and lived by himself in a very humble shack. His name was Tiago and he was cruising me. My sex life was never any better, in fact, this was the best of all the sex activities I had in my life. There were no commitments, no jealousy, no hang ups, it was all about having fun and sexual release on their part and mine. And let me tell you, it is far better than having to put up with prima donna queens or selfish, control freak fags. It beats the baths or the bar scene. I only regret that I was only there for a few months and could not prolong it. I plan to return for a few weeks next summer. Agostinho is waiting for me and he says that he is going to give a party. He rented the house I had and now lives there, so returning to Macapá will be like coming back home. The trip on the boat to Manaus was not like my trip to Macapá, there was no handsome captain Nauck to keep me busy, the boat was hopelessly crowded and not one soul got a decent nap nor did they get much to eat during the four days it took us to reach Manaus. I then flew from Manaus to Brasilia and then on home to Texas. It is good to be home but I was getting used to living in Macapá and even in the middle of the jungle with the Walapi and Bento, my faithful Indian companion. I was happy there and every man in the village got to fuck me, and that was over 20 of them.