Tarzan Meets Boy

Tarzan Meets Boy

by Tanda2000@compuserve.com

copyright by Tanda 7/200

Chris rolled over painfully. He was still sore, even after almost, what? It must have been at least 8 weeks by now. His 16 year old body squealed in silent protest as he gingerly sat up in the empty fuselage. Some birthday present this was, he thought to himself as he looked around at the wrecked plane.

Stranded out here in some long forgotten part of the friggin' Amazon jungle with no other humans around. The pilot had been killed on impact. Chris had done the Christian thing and had buried him in a makeshift grave nearby. He shuddered. It had been gross. The guy's head had been bashed in.

He tried to push the memory out of his head and start to focus on getting some food. He knew his rations were running out real quick and he didn't know enough about jungle food to know what he could eat and couldn't eat. He was already weak from hunger. But he was just lucky to be alive. He hung around pretty much by the plane as he had heard some crazy sounding animals out there and didn't think he'd enjoy being some tiger's meal. He wished that he had a gun or something. He had even checked the plane out completely after the crash. Nothing.

But the vacation that his parents had given him hadn't included a plane crash and survival in a jungle. I bet they're worried sick, he thought. His only hope was the flares that he would send up every night, in hopes that a search plane would see them. But they'd better hurry up, he thought with remorse. He didn't know how much longer he was going to hang in there. He had thought about walking towards, towards what? He didn't even know where the hell he was.

He carefully stood up, making sure to keep his head down in the low ceiling of the Cessna. His bladder ached. His dick was swollen from the pressure. Dad called it a piss hard on. He grinned to himself remembering his Dad and squeezed his hardness through his dirty jockey shorts. He had given up wearing his torn up levis. Besides, who was gonna see him out here but the freakin' birds and stuff.

It was very hot and humid in the jungle and it was just a lot cooler to run around half naked. And every freakin' morning, it rained. He was pretty amazed by that. Even though it was hotter than hell, it rained. And, coming from Oregon, that was a pretty weird thing. So when he wasn't drenched with rain water, he was wet from head to toe from all the sweating his young hard body was doing.

Chris went to the door that he had barricaded to keep the wild critters out. He opened it and looked outside. Same as it ever was. Quiet and green. And hot. He ran a hand through his grimy brown hair. He noted that it had grown a lot since he had been here. It was almost touching his slim shoulders. He thought that today he would go take another dip in that lagoon thing out there. He kinda stayed away from it because he wasn't sure about alligators, crocodiles, or whatever kind of weird creatures might be in there. All the science fiction movies and early Tarzan shows that he had seen flooded back into his mind and he wasn't about to take any chances. No way! He wasn't a sissy, but, No Way! He wasn't stupid either, he conceded to himself. In fact, in High School, he wad on the wrestling team and could pretty much take anybody down.

He took a step down but paused when he heard a shrill cry from some crazy bird or something. He stood there waiting. His bladder aching. The noise seemed to be nothing so, barefoot, he stepped tentatively down onto the jungle's damp floor.

Chris quietly tiptoed over towards a tall palm. He pulled his half hard cock from his stained shorts and let a long stream of yellow piss flow. He sighed with relief. He looked down at his half hard cock and admired it's 7 inch size and the nice sized mushroomed head. He cupped his tight balls as he pissed, keeping an eye on his surroundings. He grinned to himself to think about having his dick in his hand when he was rescued. Jeez, I hope they find me today, he wished.

But, he had already made up his mind to survive here. Hell, he thought, I might have to spend years here. So he had decided to start making a camp around the broken plane. Just somewhere to call home until he could go back to his real one.

He snapped his shorts around his now relieved cock and turned. He about shit! There was a Dude staring at him from across the clearing! A big Dude too! Chris froze. The big man just sat on his haunches staring at the younger boy. Chris took the opportunity to size up his adversary. A big guy about 6 feet or more. And he was buffed up, Chris noted. The size of his arms were the size of Chris's legs. The boy was in awe and just a little unnerved. Chris was a good size boy. 5 foot 8 inches and at least 160 pounds, but they guy was fuckin' humongous!

As Chris stood there on shaking legs, staring at the guy, he got up. The man was a giant. And he wasn't wearing anything but, what looked to Chris like a loin cloth. The man had long sandy colored hair and his smooth muscled torso shone in the early morning heat. The man's massive thighs had muscles that corded with each step that he took towards the frightened boy. Chris didn't know what to do but stare.

Holding the boy's gaze with his own, the jungle man walked towards him, obviously very unafraid. Chris almost forgot to breathe. The man continued towards him until he towered over him, only inches from him. The man had no fear. Chris looked up to the man's face and, with a nervous chuckle, said, "Hi." And, as soon as he said it, he thought how lame that sounded.

The man glared at Chris. In broken English, he said, "You Boy."

Chris knew that the man meant him no harm. At least he got that feeling from the penetrating green eyes of the Dude. At least Chris hoped.

He finally found his voice again. "Yeah, I'm a boy, but my name is Chris." He held out his hand to shake.

The man took a step back and studied Chris's hand warily. He roughly grabbed Chris by the wrist and Chris almost yelped in fear, not to mention pain, as the man's big paw encircled his slimmer wrist.

The man pulled Chris's hand up to his face, almost pulling his arm from his socket, or so it felt like it. Chris didn't move because he knew with one swift motion, the jungle man could snap his arm like a twig. He let the man inspect his hand.

The jungle man held his own large hand up next to the boy's and studied the two together. Chris's hand was dwarfed. Still holding onto the boy's wrist, the jungle man kept eye contact with the boy. He ran his other hand through the boy's dirty brown hair. He grunted. Chris tried to smile.

The man's hand left his hair and covered his face, lifting Chris's full lips and looking into his mouth, running a large finger across his once clean teeth. He grunted again as his large hand went to Chris young slim neck and encircled it. That's when Chris really began to understand the size of this guy.

The man's hand went to the younger man's slim, freckled shoulders and grasped them firmly, kneading the firm flesh. Then his hand went to the boy's abdomen and felt the flat belly which was showing promise of a six pack that Chris was very proud of. His smooth hairless stomach churned with fear and.....something else.

Then the man's exploring hand ran into the waistband of Chris's shorts. He yanked on them, studying the fabric. He started to pull on them.

Chris found his nerve. "Hey! Whadda ya doin'?"

"You Boy," was all the jungle man said as he looked deeply into Chris's brown eyes.

"So, who are you, freakin' Tarzan?" Chris couldn't believe he had been so bold.

The large man took Chris's hand and placed it on his own smooth muscled chest. Chris could feel the power and strength under the sculptured muscles as the jungle man held his hand securely against his rock hard skin.

The man uttered something unintelligible, pressing his palm firmly against his chest. Chris guessed that he was just telling him his name.

"Okay, man, but can I just call you Tarzan?"

The man looked questioningly at Chris. "Tarzan?"

"Yeah, you know, the king of the jungle."

"Hmph," came the reply.

Then the guy really started to freak Chris out when he knelt down in front of him. His large hands felt Chris's sturdy legs and the Dude kept grunting while he was feeling him out. Chris felt kinda like a prize cow at a fair, but was hoping he'd stop before he got too personal. Chris would be pretty embarrassed if he got a hard on with this weird guy feeling him all over. But he sure as hell wasn't going to stop the guy. He had planned on living through all this.

Suddenly, the jungle man stood and surveyed the crashed plane. Chris watched as the man looked at the plane, looked around the clearing, and then back down to the boy's upturned face.

Surprising Chris, the man uttered, "No good."

"Wha?", Chris started to ask.

"You come. You come now."

Chris noted that this was not a request and he was suddenly being pulled by the wrist, almost falling into the big man. And, being weak from the lack of a good diet, he could do little to resist anyway. But, Chris followed quietly behind the man, as if he had a choice, leaving the plane and his makeshift camp behind. He had no idea of where this weird guy was taking him but it felt good to be around another human, even if he couldn't talk. And Chris felt safe with the size of the guy. He knew as long as he was friendly, the guy would take care of him and, more than likely, protect him.

Leaving his shoes, his clothes, and the plane behind, Chris obediently and quietly followed the larger man with his wrist still held captive in the big man's paw.

As the jungle man worked his way through the jungle, Chris had the opportunity to observe the strong muscled back of his new companion. The boy also noted the way his well rounded ass peeked through his animal hide and Chris couldn't help but wonder if this guy was this big all over. Not that he was interested in stuff like that, but guys always checked each other out in the showers, always careful not to be caught.

As Chris wearily trudged through the jungle behind his captor, his boyish thoughts were rudely interrupted when the jungle man suddenly pushed him into a cropping of some tropical bush. Chris yelped but the man placed his big hand over his mouth, silencing the boy. Chris looked up at the man with fear in his eyes. He could smell the scent of the man and he found it somehow exciting. The jungle man peered out of the bushes and then Chris heard it.

The thundering sound of some kind of creature. He was scared shitless but his Tarzan seemed to in control of the situation, making him feel a lot better. Without warning, the jungle man jumped up, leaving Chris alone huddled in the bushes and made a fighting stance in the middle of the small trail. Chris watched with wide eyes as the large man's body tensed up ready for battle. With what, the boy had no idea. All Chris saw was a blur of gray bounding on top of the man and then the fight began. The boy watched as gray fur and tawny colored legs and arms of his hero flew about in a fight for life. He watched with amazement as the large man overtook the beast and flipped it on the ground and pulled some sort of dagger from the waist of his loincloth and, with one rapid movement, sliced the creature's neck. Dark red blood spurted from the wound and his Tarzan held the beast firmly against the ground until the life was drained from him.

"Hmph." The jungle man stood over the beast. Then he looked at the boy huddled in the bushes. Chris had the distinct feeling that the man wanted to ask him if he was okay. Chris stood up, wiping the branches from his stained shorts and said, "Yeah, I'm okay. Wow, that was really something!" He couldn't help but show his admiration. "You do this kind of thing a lot?" Chris looked at the man standing over the dead beast and noticed that the half naked jungle man was coated in blood.

The man noticed the way Chris's nose curled in disgust as he eyed his blood covered torso. The jungle man ran a hand over his flat, blood covered belly, and held up the hand to his face. In horror, Chris watched as the man licked the blood from his finger as if tasting it.

The man said something that Chris couldn't understand but got the impression that the man had just identified what he had just killed. The man looked over at Chris and for the first time, Chris saw the jungle man grin.

Chris grinned shyly back.

The man grabbed his wrist again and pulled Chris towards him. Chris tried to resist but the man insisted and said, "You Boy. You come now."

There wasn't much Chris could do about it but be dragged on. But, much to his surprise, the man waded through tall brush and Chris saw a sparkling small lake that he didn't even know was there. To Chris's amazement, the jungle man stood by the lake's edge and unfastened his loin cloth. This guy had no modesty, Chris could tell. He also could tell that this guy was hung like a horse. His limp manhood swung between his massive thighs like a pendulum and Chris couldn't take his eyes off of the large man meat that was surrounded by a sandy blond bush of hair and all that blood covering his muscled body.

Chris's wide eyed stare did not go past the jungle man. He looked at Chris and then down at himself. He grunted. Then he stepped closer to Chris and, with one pull, tore his dirty stained underwear from his slim body, leaving him as naked as the man. Chris felt awkward and small under the scrutiny of the man and the entire freakin' jungle. But, the boy didn't have long to dwell on that as the jungle man pointed to the water and said something else that he couldn't understand.

Without warning, the larger man reached over and pushed the unsuspecting boy into the water. Chris yelled loudly as he fell into the refreshing water and, when he came back up, he saw the naked blood covered man actually laughing at him.

Chris grinned as he spit water from his mouth and tried to catch his breath. Then he watched as the great man dove effortlessly into the water. The jungle man swam like a fish as Chris just dog paddled in the water. The man swam around the boy and, to his surprise, the guy even had the balls to swim between his legs, knocking him over into the water. Chris had to laugh. The guy was as playful as a dolphin. He just wished he hadn't been feeling so weak and helpless. Hopefully this guy could direct him to some real food.

Chris' Tarzan was swimming in the lagoon and obviously enjoying the victory of his battle and, suddenly, the whole world started to spin. Chris flung his arms out in the water, vainly trying to steady himself. He felt woozy and when he moaned, his Tarzan was quickly by his side, watching him intently. Chris felt himself slipping into the water without any control over himself. He briefly wondered if this was what death would be like.

Gratefully, he leaned into the large jungle man beside him and felt the man's strong arms grasp him firmly, keeping his head above water. Chris could feel his Tarzan pick him up and sling his young naked body over his muscled shoulders. Chris felt comforted by the gentle swaying of the man wading through the water and he enjoyed the way his corded muscles felt against his own smooth skin. Without warning, the world went black.

The Jungle Man carefully picked up the sickly boy by his slender body and hoisted him over his broad shoulder. The boy's weight was light for the Jungle Man and he knew that Boy must have lost a lot of weight and strength. The Jungle Man wondered to himself how long Boy had been here.

He wished he understood the voice of Boy. But he had no idea what was being said except that Boy was trying to communicate. The Man just didn't understand the language. As he lugged the naked boy back to the shore, he wondered where he had come from. And why?

The large man reached the small beach and gingerly laid the passed out boy on the sand. He knelt beside the boy and put his head against the smooth chest. Yes, he was alive. The Jungle Man sat up on his haunches and studied the naked youth. This Boy pleased him. It brought back long ago memories of another boy. The man ran his large hand over the younger boy's smooth chest and felt the concave of the sunken belly. He must have food. The Jungle Man saw the boy's prominent hip bones protruding from his tight skin and he also noted the boy's useless manhood lying limply between his legs.

The Man grunted. He would take him back to Home. As the Man lifted the young boy back up on his shoulder, he began his journey back to Home. He was lonely here in the vast jungle. Maybe Boy would stay and be his friend. He would take good care of him and get his strength back. Maybe he could teach him the ways of the jungle as he had done another one once. So long ago.

Chris awoke to the feeling of something rubbing against his lips. He opened his eyes and looked up into the handsome face of his Tarzan. The Man was rubbing his large fingers over Chris's full lips and then over his face as if studying the contours and texture of his skin. Chris enjoyed the feeling.

His eyes met the Jungle Man's eyes. Chris smiled. The Man grunted softly. Chris looked around him. He could see that he was in a room that was made from bamboo or something like that. It looked like a hut from Gilligan's Island. Chris had to grin. The Man's hand stopped on his mouth and let his large fingers trace the outline of the boy's smiling lips.

The Man studied the boy intently as his hand traveled down his smooth face to his thin neck. Chris was enjoyed being touched and he kinda felt like he was a teacher or something. This guy's probably never even seen another human, Chris thought. How cool was that?

As Chris laid there feeling the Man's inquisitive fingers exploring his neck, shoulders, and then his pecs, tracing his nipples, Chris realized that his belly was full. He wasn't hungry any longer. And it felt damned good! But...he couldn't remember eating anything.

The Jungle Man eased his large body down next to Chris and his wandering hand continued it's journey down the boy's chest to his flat, now full, belly. As the Man's hand encircled his navel, Chris felt a stirring in his cock and began to worry about getting a hard on in front of this guy. What would he do? What would this guy think, Chris wondered.

But all these thoughts were quickly swept away from his mind when he felt the Man's hand run into......something around his waist. Chris raised his head up and couldn't believe what he saw! He was wearing a loin cloth, just like Tarzan! It was smaller than the Jungle Man's, but a loin cloth all the same.

It was secured around his slim waist by a piece of rawhide or something like that, Chris noted. And the sight of this small piece of material around his waist did nothing to quiet the growing erection that he was beginning to get. He laid back down on the straw mat and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

He gritted his teeth as the Man's hand traveled lower to his naked thighs and he was sure that Boy Scouts could have camped under his loin cloth at this point. The Man's curiosity continued and he brazenly lifted the boy's loin cloth up and Chris had to take a peak. The Man, his Tarzan, just stared at his hard cock that was throbbing under the loin cloth.

The Man grunted. He pushed the boy's loin cloth up onto his belly and touched the boy's hard cock. He watched as Boy's dick throbbed. Chris watched in dismay at the curious Jungle Man took his hard 6 inch cock in his large hand and studied it like some sort of science specimen. Well, that made Chris feel a little bit better about having his hard dick in this guy's hand. It was all in the betterment of education. Yeah, that was it, Chris told himself.

But when his Tarzan squeezed his rigid pole, Chris involuntarily moaned with pleasure. The Jungle Man quickly looked up into Chris' face. He did it again, watching the boy intently. Chris moaned again and said, "You shouldn't be doing that, Dude."

The Jungle Man grunted. He lowered his head down to Chris' waist and started squeezing and stroking the helpless boy's hard cock. Chris gritted his teeth as the Man took his tight nut sack in his hand and inspected them thoroughly. A drop of pre cum appeared on his dick head. He could feel it. The Man was intrigued by this and ran his finger over it. Chris' dick ballooned up in the Man's hand. It had been so long since he had jacked off he didn't feel like he had any control. And the guy didn't seem embarrassed by this, just curious, so Chris laid there and let the Man explore.

Chris even raised himself up on his elbows to watch. He was shocked when the Man held his hard dick up and licked it, tasting the fluid just like he had done the blood of that wild animal he had taken out. Chris' brain was giving logic to the Man's actions, but his dick was aching and, without thinking, he thrust his slim hips up, trying to get more of his eager dick in the man's hot mouth.

The Jungle Man pulled back and studied the boy's dick for some time. Chris just laid there, not knowing really what to do. He was hard and now he was horny. Then to his surprise and pleasure, the Man held his dick up and began lapping at it like puppy. Chris' mushroomed head was throbbing against the Man's skillful tongue and his balls were held securely in the Man's large hands. This guy knew what he was doing, Chris thought.

Suddenly, his Tarzan released his hard dick and it landed on his flat belly with a sound slap. With his loin cloth pushed up around his waist, he watched in fascination as the large Man straddled his slimmer body. No words had been spoken by the Man, but Chris was remembering something he had been told once about the body speaking it's own language. Well, this wasn't no lie.

Chris' eyes widened as the man ripped off his loin cloth and the biggest uncircumcised dick he had ever seen waved in front of the muscled Jungle Man. The Man held it against Chris' smaller one and Chris could feel the heat from the guy's organ. It was amazing and his own cock throbbed against the Man's meaty cock. His Tarzan stroked them together, watching the two dicks dance together and obviously evaluating what he was seeing. Chris didn't mind being a teacher like this. This was way cool.

The Jungle Man soon tired of this and wanted to do some more exploring. He let go of Boy's hard cock and slid up closer to Chris' face. The Man's big cock loomed in front of his wide eyes and he watched as the Man pulled back the foreskin of his manhood to reveal a large glistening head. It was shiny and wet and Chris was in awe at how large it was.

The Jungle Man pressed it against his lips. "You Boy," was all he said.

Chris got the hint. He stuck his tongue out and licked it. The head was salty, yet sweet to Boy. The Jungle Man grunted in satisfaction. Chris licked it again. It tasted pretty good, Chris thought. Not bad, so he licked it again and again. He could tell that his Tarzan was pleased with this. Then the large Jungle Man began rubbing his big wet cock all over Boy's face and they played an unspoken game as Chris tried to catch it in his mouth.

He finally did catch it and had to strain his mouth open to accommodate the big head. Wow, Chris thought, as the big cock head filled his mouth. This guy's a fuckin' monster. But he held the Man's large dick head in his mouth and began a soft sucking. The Jungle Man blinked in surprise and growled his satisfaction. Chris was happy to be making this guy happy. He thought he had least should make his host happy. Besides, where would he be without his help? And, hell, it felt good. His own young cock throbbed forgotten between his own legs as he continued to suck on the oversized dick in his mouth.

Soon, the Man removed his cock from the boy's mouth and bent down towards the boy's mouth. He looked closely at Chri's lips and then licked his tongue across the boy's lips. Chris could feel the Man's huge cock gliding across his flat belly as the inexperienced Jungle Man attempted what Chris probably thought would be a kiss to him. He felt the Jungle Man's tongue touch his own.

He decided to take matters in his own hands as this guy's teacher. He reached his arms up and wrapped them around the Man's large muscular neck. He pulled him closer to him and, Chris gently pressed his lips against the Man's lips. The Man did not move or react. Chris grinned inwardly. This was great fun.

Then he slipped his tongue inside of the Man's mouth and began kissing him, their tongues dancing against each other and around each other. Tarzan's first kiss, Chris thought to himself.

But Chris was surprised when he felt the Jungle Man's strong arms lift his legs up over his shoulders, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to the guy's big dick.

"Whoa.....," Chris protested. "Do you even know what you're doin', man?"

"You Boy," was all the Man said as he wrapped the boy's legs around his neck and laid back down on the younger man, smothering him with his weight and with his hot kisses. Chris couldn't help but kiss the hard Jungle Stud back and they began a slow dry humping against each other as they kissed passionately. Chris didn't know how much longer he would be able to not cum. This guy was hot. And it turned Chris on that he was so inexperienced and innocently curious.

Chris could feel the Jungle Man's insistent large cock grinding against his own and he was getting hotter and hotter as the Man kissed him and mauled his smaller body. The Jungle Man continued to exhibit wild thrusting against Chris' body and then, it happened. What Chris had been nervous about.

He felt his Tarzan's big cock slip down between his legs. The Man stopped what he was doing and sat up on his knees. He looked keenly at Chris' spread legs and must have seen his tight little virgin hole, Chris assumed. The larger Man then looked at his own 9 inch uncut cock and then at the tight pink hole again.

"Uhhh, I don't think so, Dude," Chris quickly protested. "You'd rip me in half with that thing."

His Tarzan looked at him and continued stroking his big cock, squeezing the large headed pole next to Chris' tight ass. There was a lust light in his Tarzan's eyes and Chris was getting a little worried. He tried to move.

In a flash, the larger Man's hand grasped his thigh and held him in place against the straw mat with his legs spread wide. With his other hand, his Tarzan began rubbing his swollen cock all around Chris' hard dick and his balls. Chris could do nothing but moan with the pleasure of the feeling.

The Jungle Man worked his hard cock against Boy's tight balls and, as Chris cringed, he felt the Jungle Man's huge cock slide down further to his exposed crack. Chris had to admit it felt damned good being exposed and vulnerable to the curious Man and the feeling of that big mushroomed head sliding up and down his hairless crack was driving him crazy.

With a heavy sigh, Chris said, "Oh, what the fuck? Go ahead. Do it, man." And reached his hands down under his own thighs and brought his legs up over his head, completely exposing himself to his Tarzan. The Man looked at the tight pink opening. He grunted softly. The Jungle Man cupped Chris' firm butt cheeks in his large hands and pulled him closer. Chris closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. This was gonna hurt like hell. But his own hard dick bounced on his flat belly with desire.

To his amazement, the Jungle Man spit on his large palm and smeared it over his demanding cock. Chris peeked through slit eyes, afraid to look but not wanting to miss anything. He saw the Man tenderly place his huge oversized organ against his tight pink asshole. Chris moaned. He could feel the large head throbbing wantonly against his little hole.

The Jungle Man took Chris' hard dick in his large hand and started to stroke it. Chris moaned in pleasure and then felt the head of his Tarzan's huge dick ease into his lubed ass. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned.

His Tarzan froze. Chris's tight ass became used to the intrusion and he was surprised at how good it felt to be filled by this huge man as he stroked his hard cock. His Tarzan eased more of his huge shaft into Boy's tight ass, a little at a time. Chris felt like he was being split in two, however, with the stroking that his Tarzan was giving him, he felt damned good. He was enjoying being overpowered and taken like this. Jeez, if the guys back home could see me now. He flashed back to all the times he had spied on all the swinging dicks in the showers and now he knew why he looked at them. He had always wondered. Now he knew. This was fuckin' hot and this is what he wanted.

His Tarzan had buried his entire 9 inch hard shaft into his tight ass. Chris could feel his large nut sack pressed against his tender butt cheeks. He had done it! He had taken all of this huge Man. The Jungle Man released his throbbing cock and held his legs up high and wide, completely buried in Boy.

Chris wrapped his legs instinctively around the muscled back of his own Tarzan. The Jungle Man took this as encouragement and began a slow rhythmic thrusting into Boy's hot, tight ass. Chris moaned. His cock danced on his flat belly. The two men began to sweat profusely.

The thrusts became longer. Harder. Faster. Chris could feel the power of the Jungle Man as he possessed the boy. He rode him hard and long with grunts of animal passion. Soon his Tarzan was pounding his young virgin ass like a wild man and, Chris couldn't help it, but he could feel the orgasm building deep inside of him. In a place that he never knew existed. He was going to cum while he was getting fucked by a dude! He bucked his hips up against the Jungle Man and, all too soon, he felt the sweet hot white lights of his orgasm. He started shooting his white seed all over his smooth, flat belly, mingling with the sweat of their bodies.

His Tarzan saw this and began pounding against Boy's tight ass relentlessly. He was fucking Boy like an animal and he was filling the younger man's tight ass with all of his animal manhood. In an instant, he buried himself to the hilt inside of Boy's ass and exploded with lust deep inside of the depths of Boy. Owning him. Taking him. Making him his own. He was King. King of the Jungle.

Tarzan is trademark of Edgar Rice Burroughs.