PART 1 - Introduction
This story is about a guy named Matthew Mills. His parents were international aid workers for the UN and brought Matt along with them on many aid missions. When Matt was eight years old he and his family went on an aid mission to Uganda (an African country). During this mission their vehicle was ambushed in the wilderness by an extremist militant group. Matts father managed to keep the attackers occupied to let Matt and his mother escape. One attacker saw them fleeing and shot his mother. Matt was able to escape into the bushes of the wild.
He wandered the country for days without any food or water and didnt see a single human soul. He got weaker and weaker until finally he found a village of a primitive tribe. Walking slowly and dazed by dehydration, Matt came to the centre of the settlement and collapsed. He awoke the next day on a bed of long grass inside one of the crudely fashioned huts of the tribe. He didnt know it, but this tribe was known as the Karamojong of Northeastern Uganda.
The tribe was unique for many reasons, one being that once a child reaches puberty in the tribe, they hang a stone weight from their penis to grow it. Eventually, they increase the weights until there is up to 20 lbs of stone hanging from their phalluses. Once puberty is done the man would take off his stones and the bigger the penis, the more respect and power they would have in the tribe. Some men grew to an astonishing 18 inches from the long years of constantly hanging weights.
Matt was adopted into the tribe and nursed back to health. He was the only white boy in the tribe, but eventually was able to call it home. He learned their language and culture and just like ever other child in the tribe, when he reached puberty, he hung weights. By the time he was eighteen years old, his penis was nearly hanging as low as his knee cap.
There was one difference between Matt and the rest of the young men that he just couldnt get over; the fact that he is white. Though he was accepted to the tribe, he felt he didnt belong. Because he was eighteen, a young adult in the tribe, the elders decided that if he wanted, he could venture to the closest village and try to meet other white people and find a way home.
Matt went through the removal of the stones ceremony and the next day ventured to the closest village. There he met a white bearded man, an aid worker like his parents. Though Matt had the vocabulary of an eight year old, he was able to explain what happened to him and his family and ask for help. The man quickly got on the satellite phone and called the UN, to find that Matt had relatives in Toronto Canada.
He waited with the bearded man (whos name was Steve Edwards) a few days until his mission was done and drove with him to the nearest airport a few days later. Now at the airport, waiting at the terminal Matts story starts
Matt, are you excited to see your Aunt Irene? Mr. Edwards, the bearded man asked. He had a look of genuine interest in his face. He was amazed at how a boy could survive for ten years in the wild of Africa.
Yes sir, very, Matt responded nervously. He really didnt know what to expect and hoped he wouldnt regret his decision of leaving the tribe.
I am sure she will be very excited to see you! Mr. E said only to receive a brief half smile response from Matt. Matthew, dont worry, I am sure everything will be ok, I know your tribe will be fine without you and you will be far better off with your family who misses you.
Yes sir, Matt responded. He looked up at the clock and frowned as he saw that he had another 50 minutes to wait for the plane.
I dont think I have asked this yet, but what tribe were you living with again? Mr. E asked trying to invoke a conversation.
The Karamojong, Matt responded. Mr. Edwards eyes widened.
You mean, the tribe that hangs stones from their penises? he asked.
Yes, to gain respect and honour, Matt replied.
Oh no, Mr. Edwards thought to himself. This boy, though he is eighteen, has the mental development of an eight year old. He truly wont understand the ramifications of having such a large penis at this age in the modern society of Toronto.
Matthew let me ask you a personal question. Did your parents ever teach you about sex you know the birds and the bees? Mr. E asked.
Yes sir, I know what sex is, Matt replied. To us Karamojong, sex is sacred, and only performed after one has become a man, found a wife and removed his stones.
Did you find a wife? Mr. E asked intriguingly.
No sir, the day after I took off my stones I came and found you. None of the women of the tribe would have wanted to be with me anyway I was the only white person, Matt replied. I have to use the washroom, he asked Mr. E.
Go ahead, its right straight ahead, you cant miss it, Mr. E replied. Matt briskly walked to the bathroom and came to a urinal. He hadnt used one since before he was eight, and when he pulled his entire length of soft penis out he had to stand a far distance back from the urinal so his penis didnt hit the inside of it.
GOD DAMN MAN! a man a few urinals away said to him; looking at his huge appendage sticking far from him.
What? said Matt turning to the man. He immediately noticed how small the man was. Matt was just as astonished to see the other mans penis as the man was to see his. The man across the bathroom could hold it with one hand and cover his penis almost entirely, where Matt had to use two hands. One hand behind the head to aim his stream of urine and one hand in the middle of the shaft to keep it from drooping and sagging.
You are a freak man! the man said as he zipped up. And walked quickly to the sink and briefly wash his hands.
No, you are, Matt said as the man left.
After seeing the man wash his hands, Matt decided he should too. As he approached the sink he noticed the mirror. He hesitantly moved in front of it, to see himself for the first time in years. He had seen himself in his reflection at the watering hole, but its quality was nothing like a mirror. He immediately noticed that he had somewhat of a beard himself, nothing like Mr. Edwards, but it was a noticeable peachy fuzz beard. He long straight blond hair, blue eyes and had a toned but very skinny frame. The clothes he got from Mr. Edwards were far too big, but it helped to conceal his bulge. He was about 5 9 and he liked the way he looked. He finished washing his hands and sat back down beside Mr. Edwards.
Mr. Edwards a man in the bathroom acted very strange towards me, he was amazed to see my penis. When I saw his, I noticed it was very small, am I a freak? or is he? Matt managed to ask embarrassed.
Umm while you see Matt, your tribe is very unique, and umm well, your tribe and a very select few others around the world are the only tribes to hang the stones like you did. In fact, I dont think you will ever meet someone else where you are going that compares to your size. Dont think of yourself as a freak, you are just very special. The only reason anyone will call you a freak is because they are jealous of you, dont let it bother you. If you dont like the attention you get, if you want, we can try to find you some underwear that will hide your penis from people seeing it. We will have to wait until we get to Canada though, our flight leaves in 5 minutes, Mr. Edwards said.
TERMINAL 7 READY FOR BOARDING the speaker box above us said.
TO BE CONTINUED .
[Part 2 gets sexy, I promise!]
