Diane in the Amazon 02

Naira is leading me along a track through the amazon rainforest, his few posessions in a basket slung over his shoulder. I could have tried to find my expedition camp but my curiosity as an anthropologist got the better of me and I want to spend more time with him.

We set off down the path, the forest coming to life around us. The air grew thicker with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant cries of exotic birds. The ground was treacherous, laden with vines and slippery in places, but Naira moved with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of this land. He was a silent guide, his bare feet making no sound as he navigated the underbrush. His loincloth swayed as he walked, the rod through his nose glinting in the early light. I followed him, making much more noise, showing just how out of depth I am in this environment.

As we moved deeper into the forest, Naira’s eyes darted back and forth, searching the forest floor with the precision of a seasoned tracker. He paused often, bending down to inspect the undergrowth, and looking high up into the canopy of trees. His expression grew intense as he studied the patterns of the leaves and the arrangement of the branches. I followed closely, my curiosity piqued by his focused search. He was hunting for somthing, but I had no idea what.

Suddenly, Naira’s gaze shot upwards, his eyes locking onto something high in the canopy. He pointed to a tree, a grin spreading across his face. I squinted, trying to see what had caught his attention, but all I could make out was the shimmer of light through the dense foliage. Without a word, he placed his basket on the ground and started trying to scale the tree without much success. The tree was simply too wide at the base for him to get started.

That’s when the idea struck me: if I could get him on my shoulders, he could probably climb up from there. The tree was massive, with a thick trunk that offered plenty of handholds. I gestured to him to come closer and indicated that I’d boost him up. Naira’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he nodded eagerly. I crouched down. He was surprisingly light as he stepped onto my thighs, his calloused feet pressing into my skin as he got up onto on my shoulders. The muscles in his legs tightened around my neck as he balanced precariously, and he held on to my ponytail.

Once he was steady, I stood up and got right next to the tree. He stood on my shoulders and with a grunt, he grabbed onto the lowest branch, his body swinging for a moment before he found his footing. He was like a monkey, his bare feet and hands moving swiftly and surely. He shimmied up the trunk, the muscles in his back and arms flexing with each move. His loincloth flapped around him, revealing the tight, round globes of his ass. I felt a strange mix of admiration and fear as I watched him ascend, so far out of my own element.

After a few moments, he returned with some sort of fruit he had got from the tree. The two fruit were each the size of a melon, with a vibrant orange peel covered in what looked like tiny spikes. It was definitely not something you’d find in a supermarket. I picked up his basket, holding it out and he dropped the fruit into it. The weight was surprising, and I stumbled back a step before regaining my balance. Naira’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he waved to me to come closer to him.

I took a step back, not sure what he wanted. But then he made a gesture that was universal: come here. So I stepped close to the tree again, he climbed down from the tree, his feet resting on my shoulders. He lowered himself until he was sitting on my shoulders, his thighs either side of my head, and his hands gently resting on my head for balance. His cock was pressed against my neck, and I felt a strange thrill at the closeness of his body. He was so small, yet so powerful.

Naira leaned forward and whispered something in my ear, his breath warm and tickling the sensitive skin. I couldn’t understand the words, but his tone was urgent, and the way he pointed at the path ahead made it clear that he wanted me to move. So, with his weight on my shoulders, I took a tentative step forward. He did a kind of ‘gee up’ movement where he thrust his hips forward into the back of my head a couple of times, I realised it was his way of telling me to walk, and walk I did.

The tree he had indicated was a massive specimen, its trunk wider than any I had seen so far in the forest. It stood just a few feet away, the canopy above it a vibrant green against the ever-brightening sky. As I approached it, Naira’s grip tightened, and he leaned to the side, I could feel his cock pressing against my neck. His excitement was palpable as he pointed to a cluster of bright red berries nestled in the crook of a branch, just out of our reach. He was eager to show me something, perhaps a new source of food or something of significance to his tribe.

With a nod, I stood close to the tree, allowing him to stand on my shoulders. The balance was precarious at first, but he knew what he was doing. His fingertips grazed the berries, then he put one foot on top of my head and with a grunt, he stretched up, and plucked a handful. He got back down to sit on my shoulders again. The joy in his eyes was unmistakable as he held the berries out to me, a silent offering of our collaborative success. I held out the basket and he lowered the berries into it.

The realization dawned on me: Naira could not reach some of this fruit without my help, or it would be very difficult for him. I was his new assistant, helping him achieve what he couldn’t do alone. And together, we formed an unlikely team. He was the hunter with the knowledge of the land, and I was the extension of his reach, the means to claim what was out of his grasp.

He directed me to another tree, pointing up to a bunch of greenish-blue fruit that I had never seen before. His body shifting on my shoulders and he held on to my head to maintain balance. The fruit looked ripe, ready to be picked. I stood close to the tree, feeling the weight of his body and the warmth of his cock against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

With a grunt of effort, Naira stood on my shoulders and climbed up into the tree he soon returned with some of the fruit. I held the basket up to him and he dropped it in. Then he climbed back down onto my shoulders. The basket grew heavier with each addition, but I could easily bear the weight of Naira, his basket and my own backpack. The feeling of actually being useful, rather than just being a useless burden to Naira was thrilling.

We continued from tree to tree, the pattern of his climbing up the trees and my carrying him between them becoming a strange new kind of normality. His movements grew more confident with each successful ascent, and I found myself marveling at his agility. He was a creature of the forest, at home in the canopy, while I remained firmly rooted to the earth below. The basket grew fuller, a testament to our partnership.

After what felt like hours, the basket was indeed getting heavy. The weight of the fruit and berries we had gathered bore down on my arms, my muscles protesting the unaccustomed labor. I hoped we would not be gathering much more.

Naira, however, remained unfazed. Sat on my shoulders, his firm thighs gripping me tightly, his hands holding my head, turning it in the direction he wanted us to go. He was guiding me along some kind of trail through the trees, we did not need to hack through the forest like I had done the day before. We no longer stopped at trees to collect fruit, but Naira occasionally thrust his hips into the back of my head to signal me to keep walking. The forest grew denser, the light dimming to a soft green glow as we ventured onwards.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, the narrow trail opened out into a small clearing. Naira pulled my head back, wanting me to stop. He made more gestures and I put his basket down and knelt on the ground so he could climb down from my shoulders. He was all smiles as he took the heavy basket from me, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He got his knife and quickly started to gather bits of dry wood and leaves into a pile in the middle of the clearing. With amazing speed, he got a fire started, using friction between dry bits of wood. A technique I had only read about, but he made it look easy.

He gestured for me to sit beside the fire, and I did so gratefully having taken my own backpack off and putting it next to his basket.