Jack of the Jungle 01: Jack to the Rescue!
Hey everyone, this is a story I have written, using a horny picture series from Tom of Finland, also called Jack of the Jungle. Do try and find the images that make up this series, as they make a fine accompaniment to this work. I've tried to remain as faithful to the picture series as I can (how can you improve on perfection?), but I have taken an artistic license with giving the story a little depth, including giving a name to our intrepid (and monster-hung) explorer. I've been a fan of Tom's work for years and turning some of his works into stories is intended as a tribute to his work. If you enjoy this story, then please let me know at niftyauthor@outlook.com, maybe even suggesting some of his other works that you'd like to see turned into short stories.
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Dickie Honeywood, the World's Greatest Explorer and beloved heartthrob, was deep in the unexplored Amazonian jungle. After days of penetrating deeper than any other man into the vast, lush paradise, Dickie had collected dozens of new plant and animal species to take back to America and once again wow his adoring fans, as well as securing his title as the World's Greatest Explorer for years to come. It was a little after noon, judging by the few bars of sunlight slanting almost vertically through the dense canopy, and Dickie was getting ready to stop and have some lunch, using his trusty machete to clear a small area where he could settle down for an hour and rest. Already, his heavy-duty khaki shirt was damp with sweat and clung to his muscular, manly frame and after having shrugged the heavy pack from his broad, strong shoulders he fanned himself with his pith helmet; a golden curl of his thick, sleek blonde hair plastered to his tanned forehead with sweat. Even in the middle of the Amazonian jungle, covered in sweat, days into a solo trek into uncharted territory with nothing but his innate skills and the few supplies he carried upon his broad shoulders, Dickie looked the epitome of the true American Hero. His outfit was tailored to fit him like a glove, framing his muscular body and the full bulge of his crotch. Wherever Dickie went exploring, he was just as much a sight to see as the locations he was boldly discovering.
Setting his pith helmet squarely back onto his head, Dickie made his way over to the edge of his small clearing. His fingers went to the prominent bulge in his canvas jodhpurs and deftly unbuttoned his fly, before hauling out the other, much bigger, reason why Dickie Honeywood had a legion of zealous devotees around the globe. In the middle of the tropical Amazonian jungle, thousands of miles away from civilization, Dickie didn't need to worry about over-zealous fans attempting to find out just what was behind the famous bulge in his pants, or the ever-present paparazzi getting literally the biggest scoop of their lives, using their huge, long telephoto lenses to capture an image of Dickie's huge, long member. There in the solitude of the vast, thick jungle, Dickie hefted his exceptional manhood, his pride and joy, and sighed contentedly as he watered the little patch of jungle before him.
But even this far from civilization, Dickie was not alone. Amidst the lower branches of a tree nearby crouched the fabled Jack of the Jungle himself! Amongst the simple villagers that lived at the edges of the vast and uncharted jungle, they told stories of a pale shadow that stalked the jungle, following the law of no man and holding every wild beast in his thrall. In truth, Jack had been just a small child when his parents, two explorers much like Dickie, had been attacked and killed in the jungle by the savage and cruel Kake tribe. Managing to escape, a chimpanzee had taken in the lost and frightened boy, and he was raised by the animals of the jungle. With intelligence of his chimp guardians that had raised him, the strength of the gorillas he trekked through the jungle with and wrestled for sport, the cunning of the wolves he led as they hunted for meat, the agility of the smaller monkeys that he chased and played with through the lofty branches and vines of the canopy, and the ferocity of the lions with which he shared a mutual respect for the other's prowess, Jack of the Jungle indeed followed no man's laws and soon rose to become Lord of the Jungle, ruling the untamed wilderness and all within it! As he grew older, the memory of the Kake tribe's cruel savagery burned within him and he held them in the highest contempt, them and their gluttonous queen his true nemesis.
Back in the present day, Jack of the Jungle peered down from his vantage point, fascinated by the outsider he had stumbled on quite by chance. He too had pale skin like Jack, a thing he had not seen since his childhood, unlike all of the hated Kake tribe and the villagers he sometimes came into contact with when venturing to the edges of his jungle. The stranger's glossy, golden hair was like the sunlight that came through the tall trees, and his tight, muscular body was clothed in a fashion that reminded him of his childhood, dun brown cloth clinging to the stranger's perfect, huge muscles and tight waist. But it was what the strange, beautiful man held in his strong, pale hands that held the jungle lord so transfixed: Jack of the Jungle was proud of his own member, even wearing a small scrap of fur to protect it from stray branches as he made his way through the jungle, but this man clutched a specimen far mightier! Jack had often intimidated and subjugated members of the Kake tribe with his own potent manhood when they had grown too bold, teaching them who was the Alpha of the jungle as all the lesser animals did, but before him now stood a man who possessed a manhood even greater! The thought that Jack was viewing a contender for his place as the Alpha of the jungle didn't even enter his head: the man was an explorer, like his murdered parents, and not here to take his place. But such thoughts were like smoke against the wild fire of desire Jack felt for the man he quietly spied upon. Indeed, Jack felt the animal skin hanging about his waist slide to one side, pushed out of the way as his cock stiffened and demanded freedom, and without taking his eyes from the exquisite stranger, wrapped a calloused hand about the significant girth of his throbbing member.
As Lord of the Jungle, Jack knew that he held dominion as the Alpha above every creature and had asserted his supremacy over the barbarian Kake tribe multiple times, but despite this, he knew that he wanted to submit himself to the man below, that the beautiful man with the incredible manhood was his own personal Alpha. Oh, how he wanted to feel that mighty cock swell and stretch to its full, magnificent size, then taste the sweet nectar he was sure would issue forth from the stout knob that crowned its glorious length, before accepting it into himself, feeling that colossal totem thrusting deep within him. Jack had often fucked members of the disrespectful Kake tribe, using his sex as a weapon to beat them into compliance and obedience, slowly teaching them to live in awe of his manhood. But the secret that lay at the heart of The Lord of the jungle, that would have set the Kake tribe to gales of laughter, followed by open rebellion, was the urges and desires Jack felt to be himself fucked. Alone in his treetop abode, Jack would take the long, thick fruits that grew high in the dense jungle canopy, almost as thick as Jack's own wrist. Although they were no good as food and served no other purpose, the firm flesh and smooth, slightly wrinkled and bumpy rind were perfect for fulfilling Jack's secret craving to be filled. Slowly, with a little grease or just some spit if the fruit was smaller (whereby the little lumps along its shaft were more pronounced and gave a different sensation), Jack would fuck himself, imagining an enormous cock belonging to a jungle man even stronger and potent than he was, penetrating him deeper, stretching him wider... Never imagining that such a man existed, or that he would find him! Jack could have cum right there in the tree from excitement at his discovery.
Just as he was about to climb down and present himself to the stranger, a shifting of the shadows beyond where the stranger stood caught Jack's attention, freezing him in place, dread solidifying into a greasy, heavy ball in the pit of his stomach. To his dismay, he saw the shadows edge silently closer.
Dickie was humming quietly to himself as the massive amounts of his golden piss splashed over the dark glossy leaves in front of him, pouring from a dick that was so long and heavy it was pulled downwards by its own weight, yet so thick it yielded to the constraints of gravity only reluctantly, giving it the most graceful and pleasing downward arc. Whenever he held his cherished member in his grasp, he always marveled at how his hands, despite being large and powerful themselves, couldn't even come close to encompassing his fearsome girth. Dickie was a vain creature, but not without good reason. His face, upon first sight, made most women swoon and caused most men to derail their train of thought, replaced with fantasies of kissing his perfect lips; his powerful body was enough to daunt even the most cocksure of people and to wilt the arrogance of anyone who thought to stand against him. His charm and good humor earned him the adoration of anyone who spoke with him for even just a minute, whilst the incredible mound of his crotch humbled, terrified and mesmerized any red-blooded man, filling them with carnal lust, whilst women could barely bring themselves to think on the beast that lay between his solid thighs. Dickie had all his jodhpurs – his absolute favorite type of pants – specially tailored by hand, with just a little extra room in the left leg, which was the side his incomparable member could be seen laid across his thigh when it wasn't curled up and forming the distinctive swollen bulge behind his fly. His tailor was always extremely attentive, and insisted on re-measuring Dickie each and every time he visited, paying particular attention to the staggering measurements he always got from his big, swinging tool.
As Dickie contemplated on the spectacle that was his mighty manhood, a pastime that he often drifted to, unbeknown to him three dark faces were contemplating it too, from just feet away in the bushes to Dickie's right! Silent as shadows and as still as stones, the three savages stared entranced as Dickie finally finished pissing and shook his big dick, the thick length swinging heavily as golden drops flew from the glistening pink head. Just as Dickie began to turn back towards his freshly-made clearing, the nearest savage erupted from the thick undergrowth with a shrill ululating cry, the other two barbarian tribesmen close behind him, all three men naked as babes! In a frantic flurry of action, the first savage grabbed Dickie by his arm and neck, spinning him off-balance, his pith helmet tumbling from his golden locks into the sodden undergrowth he'd so recently watered. The second savage quickly moved in to help secure their prize, tearing open Dickie's khaki shirt almost to the waist, sending buttons flying off after the pith helmet, whilst the third darted around to Dickie's front, grabbing the colossal member in both hands and squeezing tight, ensuring that any struggling from Dickie resulted in an excruciating wrenching from his prized manhood.
From his lofty vantage point, Jack of the Jungle was on his feet, furious by the way those sneaky savages had overwhelmed this beautiful creature, but knew that he risked the man being hurt if he tried to fight the three tribesmen whilst they held him and his equipment in such an intimate grip. Appalled, he could only look on as they hoisted him into the air and began to manhandle him. One, the tallest and strongest of the three, held him in a choke hold with one dark, powerful arm and grabbed one of the glossy black calf-length boots with the other hand, raising the strong, muscular leg high into the air.
Dickie was in full panic. He was being held up in the air by one of these brutes as easily as if he were just a china doll! With one leg wrenched high into the air, his crotch was alarmingly exposed, and the other two black-skinned jungle beasts were taking full advantage of the situation, fondling his khaki-clad buttocks and his bare cock. They chattered amongst themselves, using a furious tirade of whistles, clicks and whoops as the two smaller savages took turns mauling Dickie's fine member, stroking and caressing it, obviously amazed by its prodigious size, but also tenderly tracing the scar of Dickie's circumcision with curious clicks and whistles and laughing as they squeezed the sizable, spongy head which made Dickie's entire length throb involuntarily.
Inevitably such attention - unwanted even as it was in the situation - took its toll on Dickie, and he gave a cry of dismay as he felt his manhood begin to stiffen with increasing speed. The chattering between the three savages became even more animated, their eyes fixed on the mighty pole and filled with awe as their dark fingers brought the pale monster to full hardness. The head, now a great fist-sized knob, deepened from pink to an angry reddish purple that towered above Dickie's flat, hard stomach at the peak of a staggering length of thick man-meat.
Between them, the savages maneuvered Dickie into a more accessible position: his feet planted on the floor, but pulled back at the knees and his torso held almost horizontal by the big, midnight-black tribesman, who clutched Dickie's wrists in hands even bigger and stronger than his own, then planted Dickie's head right up under his sweaty, savage crotch! His own hard dick – impressive on its own, but pitiful compared to the incomparable specimen before him – swayed before him, already leaking a thin trickle of sticky wetness. Below, Dickie was trying to call out in frustration and alarm, but by doing so he only managed to suck in the savage's big black nuts, the overwhelming flavor of days-old sweat and musk filling Dickie's mouth and nose, which invariably set his big cock to drooling its own clear, syrupy nectar. A big bead of the viscous dew welled up at Dickie's slit, then oozed down over his pale shaft, and the two smaller savages fell upon it, licking it until Dickie's monumental cock was cleaned of his essence and glistening with their saliva, then moving up to suckle greedily at the wide slit. Their sucking mouths and slurping tongues, along with the pungent black nuts filling Dickie's mouth stimulated an even heavier flow from his slit, and the two savages began to squabble over Dickie's leaking dick like two gasping men at a water fountain.
Suddenly, another voice, using the same queer language, but much deeper and far more commanding, cut through the obscene tableau. The two quarreling savages immediately drew back from Dickie's crotch, although still caressing it as though it were a talisman, whilst the largest of the three tribesman lowered Dickie enough to pull his thoroughly wet balls from Dickie's mouth with a damp 'SPLOTCH', then pulled him up to rest his head against his taut stomach, his warm, hard shaft nestled against the side of Dickie's face. Before them, at the other side of the clearing, stood yet another tribesman, also buck naked, holding a fearsome-looking spear with one hand, pointing deeper into the jungle with the other, whilst between his legs hung a length of dark meat almost as fearsome-looking as his spear. With a short burst of more of those clicks and whistles that the barbarian tribe communicated with – these with a distinctly curt edge to them – the three savages grappled Dickie to his feet and the four men began to march their captive through the jungle.
Full of dismay, yet determined to free the pale man from the evil Kake tribe and teach them a lesson in the process, Jack of the Jungle swooped and leapt expertly from tree to tree, leaving the four tribesman to lead their trophy through the oppressive undergrowth, knowing exactly where the man was being taken.
Dickie was transported through the jungle, his now-soft dick left dangling from his open fly, his khaki shirt open to the waist simultaneously dragged and pushed. The biggest of the tribesman held Dickie's wrists fast behind him, the stiffness of his barbarian shaft pressing into the curve of the explorer's buttocks as he was urged through bushes and over roots, until at last they came to a large clearing. In the middle of the clearing, laid upon a bed of animal furs was a grossly corpulent woman, with gold bands around her wrists and upper arms, large golden hoops through her ears and a crude golden crown upon her head, but otherwise naked of any stitch of clothing. The bands dug into her skin, obviously donned some time ago and now far too small for the obese matriarch. About her, more Kake tribesmen tended to her, passing her jungle fruits, stroking her great sides of flesh and attending to her every need, like the queen of some savage, overgrown colony of insects.
Her enormous, doughy breasts hung heavily over the rolls of her stomach, and beyond that was a wiry snarl of curly black hair upon the protruding mound of her sex. As Dickie and his captors entered the clearing, the Kake queen paused in the act of peeling a banana and her eyes grew wide with hunger and excitement as Dickie's exceptional manhood was presented to her by her tribesmen. Likewise, the attending tribesmen gawked with hungering fascination and the mighty length hefted up by their tribal brother. With a squawk like that of some jungle bird, the queen chattered enthusiastically at Dickie's captors as her fingers began to play among the tangle of dark hair at her crotch. Behind her, the other tribesmen clicked and whistled to each other in awed tones and openly fondled themselves to various states of erection.
On the march to the clearing, Dickie had quieted and entertained the thought of the tribesmen being friendly; that their unknown savage ways, although alien and outwardly aggressive were misconstrued by his civilized attitudes, but he would eventually have a chance to get to know and understand the lithe, dark tribesmen better. But now the truth of what was to happen to him was laid before him, playing with herself as she eyed Dickie with a gruesome hunger, Dickie thrashed against the strong, tall savage to no avail.
Discarding the banana, the queen rolled heavily onto her back and spread her legs, playing with herself as the tribesmen urged Dickie forward, playing with his member until once more it betrayed him, stiffening and growing until it was half-hard; but Dickie's horror at the impending forced coupling thankfully prevented the savages from getting him any harder. Impatient for the magnificent specimen her tribesmen had presented to her, the savage queen barked commands at her tribesmen, and between them, they hoisted Dickie into the air above the queen.
Eagerly, she grabbed hold of Dickie's half-hard member, cooing as he was lowered inch by torturous inch towards her immense bulk, the entire time writhing in rebellion to what was now inevitable. In one smooth action, the tribesmen lowered Dickie into the queen, who opened and seemed to swallow him up whole. Dickie, our brave and glorious explorer, had never thought such a thing possible: that his huge cock would not be enough to stretch even the most accommodating of people! The insatiable queen squirmed beneath him as tribesmen both held him in place above her and forced him even deeper inside the ravenous queen's hole, his dick involuntarily throbbing to the queen's warmth. Screwing his eyes shut, he willed himself to go soft, but being the virile and potent embodiment of masculinity he was, the soft, warm caress of the queen's pussy was making him hard, his member swelling to its full menacing size, making her belatedly cry out in a strained, weak croak as Dickie's girth finally stretched her wider than ever before.
Jack of the Jungle, our fearless hero, watched in revulsion at the vile coupling his beautiful explorer was being coerced into and could see the misery twisting his handsome features. He also felt an angry twist of jealousy as the vile queen, renowned for her voracious cravings, was forcibly serviced by his explorer. With these two emotions bolstering him, Jack of the Jungle, with the courage of lions, swung into the clearing, his hair streaming about his face, his dick swinging heavily before him as the loincloth was swept aside.
The savages were in turmoil! Here was their nemesis, who had bested and shamed them so often, to foil their plans yet again! The clearing exploded into a frenzy of chaotic activity, some of the dark-skinned tribesmen running to intercept Jack and protect their queen and her prize, but most running away.
Moving with animal grace and possessed by rage, the mighty Jack of the Jungle lunged at the first of the tribesmen, with one hand, he grabbed and squeezed his dark length of cock in a vice-like grip. As the tribesman doubled over, his shrill yelp of pain was quickly cut off with a sound blow to his jaw. At the same time, he kicked out at the savage approaching behind him, catching him in his swollen balls that had so recently been lodged in the explorer's mouth, efficiently dispatching him as he buckled and fell to the ground, a high, strangled cry escaping him. Before him, Dickie lay prone on the queen, who either didn't realize or care what was happening around her, her hands clutching greedily at the explorer, holding him within her. Dickie looked up, astounded to see this white man in the midst of supposedly unexplored jungle, fighting with his captors, his animal skin loincloth swept aside by the bulk of his swinging cock as he soundly bested the few tribesmen who had not fled into the undergrowth.
Jack the Jungle Lord was magnificent! Within seconds the first two tribesmen were reeling on the floor of the clearing, and he quickly subdued a third that was stood to the other side of the queen, unsure whether to fight or flee. Without any further hesitation, Jack swept up the explorer with one powerful arm, wrenching him free of the queen, ripping open his shirt, and with a single, powerful leap, the two men were soaring from the clearing on a vine, leaving behind the bested tribesman and their queen, who lay on her back, her legs splayed and wailing like a baby at the loss of her prize to her nemesis.
Through the jungle the two men swooped, Jack expertly and with only one hand navigating the forest of vines that he used to quickly move through the jungle. At his side, he held the explorer, his arm wrapped firmly about narrow, tight waist. After a short while they arrived at the Jungle Lord's home, a bamboo abode nestled high in the treetops. Jack swung in through the opening on the side, landing with the grace of a panther onto the rushes which covered the floor. Gently, he laid his handsome explorer upon the soft rushes, his shirt falling open to reveal his taut, muscular torso as he was laid down, and the two men looked into each other's eyes for the first time.
Dickie had no idea who the man was, living feral in the middle of the jungle, but he knew that he was thankful to the dark-haired, attractive stranger for rescuing from the insatiable queen. The jungle man was looking down intently into Dickie's face, his eyes taking in every square inch of the explorer's features, and he found himself doing the same, gratitude and attraction filling him. Without thinking, Dickie leaned up and pulled his savior into a passionate embrace. It was obvious that this wild man had no concept of kissing, but he was an extremely fast and eager study, soon returning his kiss, their tongues swirling in their hungry mouths. As he leant up, his tremendous cock, still pulled out of his fly, thumped heavily down onto his thigh, but quickly responded to the eager yet untrained mouth of this potent jungle man. Throbbing and pulsing, Dickie's cock quickly stiffened, hefting its weighty bulk into the air, the knob swelling to its full, massive size.
The Jungle Lord was in ecstasy! Unbidden, his explorer had pulled him into a clinching embrace, sucking at his mouthing a strange manner. Although unsure what was happening, Jack knew that he liked it, and eagerly reciprocated, feeling the explorer's tongue thrusting into his mouth as he did the same. It was heavenly, and he could feel himself stiffening rapidly from their passionate clinch. But as they pulled apart, both panting a little from their intense kiss, Jack of the Jungle was staggered by the presence of the towering pillar of the explorer's mighty member, thrusting into the air, almost fully hard and so incredibly huge! Hypnotized by the mighty totem, Jack, jungle lord, could do nothing but reach out and tenderly caress the smooth, pale shaft, entranced and enthralled like a zealot finally finding their idol. It was so incredibly huge, everything the powerful jungle lord had ever dreamed of, now in his hands, so large that inches of hard flesh were still left uncovered by his two-handed grip, the pink, bulbous head stretching his grasp obscenely.
Dickie laid back as this wild man tenderly worshipped his cock. For a feral jungle man, there was nothing savage about how he handled Dickie's precious tool. For a short while, he gently caressed the length of him, his rough fingers scraping ever so gently over the shaft and sensitive head, his face enrapt by the potent pole within his hands. But soon enough, he was unable to resist, and his head swept downwards, his lips covering as much of the giant head as possible, now repeating the kissing Dickie had so recently taught him, his lips working over the smooth, taut skin as his tongue lapped and swirled over the pink knob, flicking beneath the flaring ridge. Dickie had had many mouths worship his mighty cock, but none with such untamed and unfettered enthusiasm. Although obviously with little or no experience, this wild jungle man was a natural, soon bringing forth a heavy stream of precut that he hungrily licked up as soon as it oozed thickly from the slit. Dickie gently placed a hand on the wild man's shoulder, both assuring and encouraging him.
As The Lord of the Jungle made love with his mouth to the explorer's mighty cock, the man gently massaged his shoulder, letting him know he was doing well. But soon enough, he felt the man twist beneath him. Momentarily, he looked up, worried that he was displeased with him, but was delighted as he felt him swiftly pull free his loincloth, uncovering his own hard dick. Returning to the object of his own worship as though pulled by a magnet, Jack of the Jungle gave a small cry of surprised pleasure as he, for the very first time, felt another man's warm mouth sliding gently over his hard length.
In the high treetops of this virgin jungle paradise, Jack the Jungle lord and Dickie Honeywood, famous explorer, pleasure detach other, both in rapture as they themselves were pleasures and as they took their fill of the other. Jack looked up from his own worship, gazing in wonder as inches of his own impressive cock were swallowed down by the talented white man, but never once letting go of his prize, the immense pole of stiff flesh.
But Dickie had yet another surprise on store for the unschooled jungle man. Grabbing his hips, he rolled the both of them over until Jack was knelt above him, and his cock was sinking deliciously into Dickie's throat. So big was Dickie's own member that Jack had no chance of returning the pleasure he was receiving, but instead feasted upon the heavy bloated balls that lay at the base of that mighty shaft. Gulping in breaths whenever he had the chance, Dickie worked wonders on the Jungle Lord's tool, the entire length sliding effortlessly into his expert throat, distending his gullet as it forced its way in. Jack alternated between sucking on the heavy balls, only able to fit one at a time into his mouth, then returning to the huge head, lapping up the constant flow of fluid like manna.
But it wasn't enough! Soon, Jack disengaged from Dickie's massive cock and moved his way down Dickie's torso. His smooth, muscular ass pulled apart, presenting the most delicious pink bud which gently pulsed and quivered, the ring obviously eager to feel the explorer's length stretching it totally. Dickie's cock responded to the beautiful sight of his rescuer's hole, lurching formidably as a great bead of clear nectar welled up from his wide slit, rolling languidly forward, guided by the thick, taut band of flesh of his frenulum and tracking a glistening path down his mighty column of meat.
Even with all of Jack's secret pleasures he'd taken from the smooth, hard jungle fruits, he had never taken anything as large as the huge trophy he held in his hand at that moment, but he was determined to try, regardless. He felt a thick trickle of the explorer's sweet, sticky wetness drool over his thumb, even more than he'd already been leaking, and knowing that that at least would help, but unwilling to use even the grease he kept nearby for fear of lessening the pleasure he was determined to both give and receive.
Dickie was taken aback as he realized what this handsome jungle man meant to do. His cock was drooling at a furious rate, as much as it had ever done, and as he saw the dark-haired stranger positioning himself above him, it lurched and throbbed with anticipation. Although he'd known nothing of kissing, it was clear that his new-found lover knew exactly what he was doing. Before him, his fleshy bud pulsed and quivered as he straddled Dickie's tight, muscular body, reaching behind him to encircle as much of his girth as he could, the shaft now slathered with precum and glistening in the slanting jungle sunlight that pierced the crude bamboo shelter. Dickie's hands gently wandered over the jungle man's buttocks, caressed his waist and stroked upwards to his perfect nipples as his strong, lithe legs crouched slowly lower, until his eager pink hole pressed delicately against the huge, blunt smoothness of Dickie's cockhead.
Jack of the Jungle was not himself anymore! He was possessed by an urge to thrust this enormous dick deep into himself, to feel it stretching him open, but he forced himself to proceed slowly. As he felt the sticky, precum-lathered knob finally touch to his sweet pucker, a strange, low growl escaped him. The other man's hands were touching him all over, caressing his ass, sliding up over his hips and waist and traveling upwards until they found his sensitive nipples, where thick, smooth fingers expertly teased them into hard, tight points.
The tender, quavering kiss of Jack's ass to Dickie's member didn't last long. Slowly, lowering himself ever so gently, Jack's tight ring of muscle was spread wider and wider as the Jungle Lord, consumed by lust, swallowed the huge round head into him.
Dickie had a fine view! He loved this position, watching his hard member force them open and slowly but inexorably fill them with inch after inch after inch of giant cock, until they had completely lowered themselves into that amazing pillar. His newly-found jungle man was obviously in heaven, breathing heavily and producing groans of pleasure as he pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and fucked himself onto Dickie's cock. His breathing became shallower and more rapid as his ass was stretched to the limit by Dickie's head, his grunts and moans turning into gasping yelps as he was opened wider and wider, until finally the entire head slipped inside him and his ring snapped tightly around the tip of Dickie's shaft. In unison, the two men moaned in pleasure at the amazing feelings they were giving each other. Jack of the Jungle was now heavily drooling his own clear liquid from his incredibly hard cock, the precum dripping heavily onto the rushes beneath him and his discarded animal skin loincloth.
With is explorer's hands gently prompting him, the Jungle Lord slowly began to lower himself onto this incredible cock. He could feel himself being stretched open as it drilled its way deeper within him, his own dick pulsing and drizzling precum at a steady rate.
Dickie was enthralled by his wild jungle lover. He felt amazing, his inner warmth massaging and sucking at his cock, whilst the view of inches of thick, hard cock pushing its way into such an incredible ass was astounding. His big balls churned with what he knew was going to be a huge load, and as he reached around, his hand found that this jungle man was as hard as Dickie was and covered in sticky precum.
Jack of the Jungle didn't stop once, and slowly but surely, after hat felt like an age, he finally felt the thick root of his explorer's dick stretch him just that little bit wider, and the cloth of his strange but attractive leg coverings press against his buttocks. Nestling down as far as he could, he could feel the giant cock in the center of him, pulsing and obviously leaking huge quantities of precum into him, which in turn kept his own flow heavy as he gave a contented sigh.
With just a short pause to enjoy the feeling of his cock buried deeply and totally in the wild man's beautiful ass, Dickie watched as the feral stranger began to lift himself back up, inches of shaft dragging themselves back through his thoroughly stretched hole, the entire length glistening with a mixture of the jungle man's ass and his own precum. As he felt the ridge of his massive, sensitive cockhead pulling at the fleshy ring, Dickie couldn't help but moan loudly as his Jungle Lord plunged back down onto his entire length once again and began to fuck himself on his explorer's mighty cock. His powerful thighs bunched with lithe, taut muscles as he rode the inches of thick cock at a furious pace.
The serenity of the untamed jungle was filled with the gasps and moans of the two men making furious love in the Jungle Lord's treetop dwelling. The bamboo that made up the floor and walls creaked and groaned in time to Jack pumping himself up and down the entire length of the stranger's giant column of flesh, whilst Dickie bucked upwards each time to meet the downward strokes of the rampant wild man's splendid ass, his fingers grasping at the solid waist of his lover, guiding and encouraging him as he took everything Dickie had to offer. Dickie was delirious with pleasure! Never had he met someone both so eager to gorge themselves on his mighty tool, as well as being so able. The rugged, muscular man pleasuring himself using Dickie's huge cock was obviously in his own private heaven, grunting and moaning with incoherent sounds, but the effect the thick pillar of hard man-flesh was having on him was clear.
With the hands of the beautiful, hung explorer clutching and caressing his hips, he was guided upwards until the entire length of thick shaft was pulled from his stretched and fleshy hole, the burgeoning knob tugging at the swollen ring of flesh, then Jack was pulled back down, inexorably impaled by endless inches of his dick, as thick and hard as the old marble columns in the ruins Jack had found in the jungle, but this column was wrapped in writhing veins, not vines. He heard himself involuntarily and ceaselessly making the most primal, animalistic noises, the enormity of the pleasure he was receiving summoning these groans and grunts and breathless mewls, whilst the breaths of his virile explorer were becoming louder, more rapid and with a ragged edge that let Jack know that he was bringing him to climax.
Dickie, blessed with so many other gifts and talents, had always been in two minds as to whether his almost inexhaustible capacity to fuck without reaching orgasm was another blessing, or indeed a curse. So many times, his partners had begged and pleaded for him to unleash his momentous load, but long before he was even able, they had themselves cum multiple times and would instead be begging Dickie to stop the relentless assault upon their ass. So often, Dickie had pulled his member from his lover's hole that was now ravaged and limp, whilst he was still rock-hard and thrumming with power and the longing to finish the job. Dickie now knew that it was indeed a blessing, that his almost limitless endurance, no matter how many times in the past had left him panting with frustration, was with this single encounter vindicated. This jungle man, so beautiful and wild and untamed, was taking everything Dickie had, and wanting even more! It was an incredible feeling, to have finally found someone that, instead of weakening and failing as his onslaught stretched ever onwards, instead fed back the sexual energy that was being poured into him like an empty vessel, and that energy was multiplying and growing ever stronger. Over and over, that perfect muscular ass thrust first upwards, then all the way back down, as rhythmic as a piston, the silky warmth of his insides tenderly stroking at every square inch of him whilst the fleshy ring of his ass was still tight around Dickie's massive girth as it dragged up and down, albeit now fleshy and swollen, summoning forth his slowly blossoming orgasm. Sweat slid down the thrusting forms of the two men, saturating the fragrant reeds beneath them, as they gave and received pleasure, swapping it between them and amplifying it until, after an infinity, Dickie felt his body swiftly reaching the precipice of his climax, edging ever closer to the tipping point, and it was so glorious, so utterly triumphant, that his own voice now filled the jungle air, bellowing and booming as his jungle lover also called in symphonic harmony, the pace of their monumental fucking never once faltering.
Jack was no longer alone in his calls of ecstasy, overtaken as his explorer, so virile and potent and enduring, began to raise his own voice, shouting words that seemed somehow familiar, his voice scraped raw by the force of his growing orgasm. For what felt an endless age, Jack had ridden this cock, the absolute apex of sexual potency, so huge and powerful and pulsing with raw lust, and now it was not just pulsing but throbbing and resounding like the low bass boom of a never-ending rumble of thunder in an oncoming storm that would soon overrun and engulf them both. As suddenly as it had started, the frenzied bellowing from the explorer stopped, his breathing, now so hard and rapid that it was several gears above mere panting, loud enough that Jack could still hear it above his own undulating cries.
It finally happened, and both men came together in perfect unison. Dickie collapsed back onto the soft, sweat-soaked rushes beneath him, his entire body trembling as Jack plunged downwards one final time, the two men crashing together as their joint orgasm exploded around and within them. Deep within him, the entire length and breadth of Dickie's member swelled even larger, impossibly so, stretching him yet wider still, and with ponderous, billowing convulsions that traveled up and up Dickie's bloated shaft, huge gushes of thick, boiling cum poured into Jack, who was now crying out in a thunderous, ululating yell of victory, louder than anything before, that set birds for miles around wheeling from the canopy and into the blue skies above the jungle as his own bucking cock unleashed mighty ropes of cum, arcing and twisting in the humid air of the bamboo treehouse, slapping onto the rushes, the raw bamboo, the bodies of the two men, even as he was filled even further as Dickie's balls emptied themselves in huge wads that inundated Jack's guts, until finally, triumphantly, the two men, shining with sweat and spent from a truly earth-shattering orgasm, curled up on the sweat and cum-soaked reeds of Jack's spartan treehouse, Dickie's massive organ, still drooling cum and lodged deep in Jack's flooded ass, fell into contented sleep.
Across the jungle, upon her bed of raw animal skins, the dark jungle queen heard her nemesis' jubilant cry and watched the brightly-colored jungle birds lift into the sky above her clearing, like jewels scattered across pale blue satin, and lamented.