A reunion with One People

By Richard de Orizaba

It has now been exactly ten years since I left Martin Townsend (One People) at the airport in Manaus and he boarded the plane that took him to the United States and his new life. I have kept in touch with Martin over the years and also with his aunt Martha.

Martha would write me e-mails whenever one difficult situation would come up and she needed my advise. Martin would write me basically love letters, always reminiscing about our times together back in the jungle. He would tell me about his progress and how difficult it was to adjust to civilization. He would inform me of the milestones like when he got his GED, then when he started college. He also would tell me about some of his love affairs and with regret tell me that they don’t even come close to his affair with me nor can he find a cock like mine.

I had agreed to travel to Sacramento and meet with Martin and with his aunt on the anniversary of his return, but as things got complicated with my business, my father’s passing and all my travels to Cuba and my job, it was never a convenient time for me to make the trip.

Finally, on the tenth anniversary I moved heaven and earth to go to Sacramento for four days. It was all set and when the day came I traveled from San Antonio. I saw him and recognized him right away. I then started to speak to him in his tribal language and he broke down and cried. It had been ten years since he had heard that magical sound of Palikur. Martin was there at the airport waiting for me but his aunt Martha was not. I wanted to meet her so bad but there were bad news. Martha had fallen a few days before and was now hospitalized with a broken hip. We went from the airport straight to the hospital so I could visit with her.

When I entered the hospital room, I could see a very frail old woman who could no longer take care of her little nephew. She looked up and immediately recognized me even though we had never met. She started to cry as I went to embrace her. “Richard, you brought back my little boy from the jungle. You gave me a new reason to live”. We both stood on both sides of her bed and cried like babies.

After a couple of hours at the hospital and a lot of catching up, Martin and I left for their house. Martin had changed some but was now more mature, more beautiful than before, if that is at all possible. Then he told me the best news I could possibly hear. He had been attending college and was almost at the point of graduating with a degree in journalism. English had not been easy for him and he still had difficulty speaking the language, but he could write like nobody’s business.

Last year Martin told me that he had written a book. The tittle was “I was a God”. As hard as I have tried, I have written several and have not had any luck in getting them published. I cannot deal with the unethical publishing houses nor do I have to. Suffice it to say that they are on my hard drive and I limited my writing to the articles for the magazine. Now I am a businessman with little time to write. But ironically, Martin writes a book, gets it published and it is now in the best seller’s list. I am so very proud of him.

We arrived at their house, set in the luxurious section of Elk Grove. Upon entering the house I got the feeling of having been there before. The house was magnificent, and the foyer had a very familiar feel to it, extremely sumptuous and elegant. I was really impressed. Then it hit me, the reason it looked familiar was because it looked a lot like the foyer of my new house in Eagle Pass, the winding staircase, the marble floor with the black diamond insets, the chandelier, even the layout. And I asked Martin what must have been his reaction upon arriving from the jungle into this mansion.

Martin then embraced me and kissed me. The crying went on until he finally stopped long enough to tell me that it was not until a year had passed that he was actually able to wear shoes. He was grateful to me for the English I had taught him and for having taken the trouble to find out his origin and locate his aunt Martha. Then I asked him if he ever wanted to go back. He said no, never, that was like a life another person had lived. But there was only one aspect of that part of his life that he continues to regret because he does not have now: the love affair we had.

Technically, One People and I were married according to tribal customs and law. In reality, other than Hans, Martin is one person I really loved, truly and deeply, but I also realized that the situation he was encountering was not appropriate for a love relationship to flourish. I had to let him go; he had to grow, he had to learn, he had to adjust to civilization and find his way in the world. Now we were together and if only for a few days, we might be able to recapture that magic, that enchanted moment that stayed suspended in time like the mist of the morning in the jungle.

We were now in each other’s arms, kissing, caressing, invading the once known territory of each other’s flesh. It all occurred with such urgency, it had to. Ten years of longing for one another made it imperative that we once more united our bodies, that we would merge our flesh. This is the reason for the great love passion that ensued. Martin and I were tumbling and panting, kissing and biting. The urge to satisfy each other and one another was so pressing. It was familiar yet strange. Our lovemaking would never have been this torrid had it continued. But now, after a ten year absence, it flourished into an explosive two man orgy. So much was the build up that we had removed our clothes, were still standing in his bedroom when I pushed him on top of the bed then fell on him. This alone caused Martin to have an orgasm. The minute I was on top of him he came. It was spontaneous, it was unexpected. I for one, could not contained the urgency and brought my dick to his mouth and the minute he wrapped his lips around the head, I came as well.

Martin was on the bed and he seemed to be even more beautiful than before. The boy god I had loved in the jungle was now a handsome young man, more mature and even more beautiful. I could not help but turn him over and penetrate him right then and there. He wanted me to, this is what he had missed all these years. He wanted my dick inside his ass as much as he wanted to breath, to eat, to quench his thirst of the flesh.

Oh, yes, he said he had many lovers, many tricks and none would ever compare to our love making. Martin One People said to me that he had never satiated his thirst for me. That it was so pressing that he practically became a very promiscuous person, going from one night stand to another, from one relationship to the next. It was almost a mirror image of what I had happen to me with Hans Romer. I never recovered from his sweeping me off my feet.

We fucked all night. Martin was spent, totally exhausted. I was also, but I had not yet completed my thirst for him and attacked him one more time, one sweet, long, fucking act.

The morning brought new prospects of intimacy as Martin was clinging to me once we fell asleep at a very late hour and he would not let go, as if fearing that if he did, I would not be there upon his awakening. But here we were, both of us melted into one body, I was once more penetrating Martin from behind and Martin was going nuts. The love making that morning was incredible. It lasted for over half an hour and built up to the most erotic simultaneous orgasm.

We fell sleep once more and did not begin that glorious new day until well past eleven. We did not make love again until the following day. We went to breakfast then to see aunt Martha. She was so glad to see me that she cried again. My stay was over and I even proposed to Martin that he should come and live with me, to bring Martha along but she would not have any of it. She would not leave the house she had known for 73 years, that was where she was born, that is where she belonged. She told Martin to go with me, but Martin was so decent and so loyal that he chose to stay with her. And that was the most sad parting of ways I have ever had. I still love One People, I still want him and need his flesh. There is no denying it, but circumstances prevent our union. I went back to Eagle Pass and continued with my growing business. I now had over one thousand employees who depended on the success of our operations to earn a living. I too had a debt, and it was my responsibility to provide over one thousand people the ability to work and make a living.

Martin has changed little, he is still handsome.