Forty-some years ago I was tasked with reading William Golding’s Lord Of The Flies and writing an essay about how I would cope if marooned on the island with the bunch of schoolboys who, in the absence of authority, had went apeshit and became savages. I wrote some pap about how I would assure the group that rescue would come eventually and that all we had to do was keep our cool and everything would be okay. Now I realize that isn’t at all what I would have done.

“Look,” I told Ralph, Jack, Sam, Eric and the rest of the survivors, “It’s been a year, the war is probably over, and if we were going to get rescued it would have happened by now.”

Ralph and Jack and Sam, our elected leaders, conferred quietly for a few minutes. “We agreed, after Piggy and Simon, uh, died, that the majority rules, and most of us are inclined to keep on waiting,” Ralph finally announced.

“That’s well and fine for most of you,” I said to Ralph. I moved my hands away from my naked crotch to reveal my erection and the forest of hair that had recently sprouted on my groin. “Eric and I and some of the other guys have, ah, needs. You’ll probably know how we feel in a few months.” I had turned thirteen a couple of months ago and had entered puberty. Eric had preceded me, and Jack would be right behind me. His dick was already getting bigger and his crotch was slightly darkened by a smoky haze. He didn’t have real hair like Eric and I, but he soon would and he usually woke up with a stiffy. “You know what your Mum said about going blind or insane?” I challenged.

“It hasn’t seem to made any difference yet,” Sam commentated, rather sarcastically. “I mean it hasn’t seemed to stop you from, you know, doing yourself.” I felt my face get red. It was, after all a small island and it was hard to keep secrets.

“That’s exactly why we need this new rule,” I said, trying to get the pre-pubescent child to see things a man’s way. “When a guy gets one of these,” I motioned to my boner, “it means he’s ready for a girl. There aren’t any of those here, so we’ll just have to do it like they do in the Navy.”

“How’s that?” Sam asked.

“With another guy. My uncle in the Royal Navy told me all about it.”

“No way!” Sam declared instantly, and then covered his crotch with his hands. Like the rest of us, he was naked. His pizzle was small and wrinkled and his prepubescent grapes hung loosely in a tiny scrotum beneath a hairless groin. He was only ten and therefore a little’un, and even though he was as tall as Ralph and jack he still had the flabby musculature of a child.

“I propose a new law,” I said, breaking the silence that had suddenly descended on us. “When a man gets old enough, say like Eric and I are, we get to pick like a, uh, wife from the little’uns. No one else can mess with her, uh, him, and we have to provide for him, just like a real wife.”

“The Council will give the matter due consideration,” Jack stated lowering his hands to cover his erection. He and Ralph and Sam then adjourned to the other side of the clearing to discuss my proposal. The rest of us couldn’t hear what they said, but judging by the arm waving and gesturing, it was obviously a heated discussion.

“The Council has reached a decision,” Ralph finally announced. “The first half of us to get hair, can pick a, uh, wife from the other half.” My cock swelled with delight at his announcement.

I chose Reggie as my wife. He was nine at the time and had long blonde curls and a rather chubby physique. All of the boys gathered round and watched as I consummated our marriage. He screamed in pain and even bled a little the first time I entered him, and it was only after I exercised my duly wedded right to knock him around a little that he finally opened his mouth to me. Once tamed, he was docile enough and he eventually accepted everything I tried. He was also low-maintenance; he thrived on a diet that consisted mostly of my frequent meat injections.

Eric also took a wife, and after the novelty of having an audience wore off we each built small huts to make our activities less public. We got together and shared what we’d learned about different techniques and positions, and many times I hurried home, erection pointing the way, to try out what I’d just learned.

“Have you ever thought about what we’ll do when our wives start getting, you know, hairy and growing balls?” Eric asked one day. “I mean, it just won’t be the same, will it?”

“No, I guess it won’t,” I pondered his question. “But it still won’t be all that bad.”

“What I mean is,” Eric pressed, “Do we have to let our wives, uh, do us? You know, like we do them? I don’t think I’d like that, you know what I mean?”

I knew what he meant, and like him, I didn’t think I’d like it, but the very thought gave me an erection so I hurried back to my hut. Reggie dropped to his knees and opened his mouth wide as soon as he saw my condition, but I shook my head to indicate no, so he applied a thin coat of coconut butter to my shaft and dabbed more into his hole and bent over with his ass in the air, my favorite position. I took his little grapes between my fingers as I rode him and fondled and squeezed them until he cried out in pain. I took my newest proposal to the Council the very next morning.

Jack and Ralph were both married by then and instantly saw merit in my idea. Sam, now Jack’s wife, was adamantly opposed, but was outvoted by the other two, and since it was my idea and I’d been the first one to marry, they charged me with being the first to institute my plan.

We all gathered on the beach a month later. Jack had sent a hunting party to the high meadow to pick a bunch of the special mushrooms that grew there. I had dried them and ground them into the fine powder that I had given Reggie that morning, and he was now incoherent and totally unaware of his surroundings or of what was about to happen to him. Four of the largest of the husbands held him on the ground with his legs apart, and I had tied the best of our rotting shoelaces tightly around his small ball bag. I placed a leaf from what we called the medicine plant, with which we bound our wounds, on a large rock between the boy’s legs. Another leaf was wrapped around the large flat rock that I held in my hand. Jack pulled the shoelace tight so the thin pink skin was stretched tightly around the little grapes, making them an easy target. The boy’s already insignificant prick was almost buried inside his hairless groin. but my own cock was harder than it had ever been and oozing in anticipation. As soon as I was done with the rock I’d roll him over and take him right here on the beach, in front of everyone, just like I had on our wedding night.

I lifted another large rock high over my head and squatted between my wife’s legs. Most of the little ‘uns had shut their eyes tightly and had their hands clamped over their genitals, unwilling to witness what would doubtless be their own future. The rest of the audience sported erections. The husbands would be extra busy tonight

“What in the Queen’s name is going on here?” A loud voice suddenly boomed over the water. A tall man in an immaculate white naval uniform stood in the bows of a small boat, and a large vessel flying the Union Jack slowly steamed around the point. “I say, unhand that boy! You’re acting like a bunch of savages!”