Tarzan of the Jungle

Tarzan and Jane By Collage Maker

[Inspired by Waldo's "Jane" in the Magic-SciFi part of the Transgender section of the Nifty Erotic Stories Archives, which is much better written. Plus other bits.]

PART 1

Anyone that had known Jake Palmer wouldn't have recognized the new explorer and professional anthropologist. By the end of the first six months of living with the Bathuru, there were more physical and mental changes in Jake than over the last several years. His skin had been tanned by repeated exposure to the hot African sun, giving him a copper-tone glow. He no longer walked around the jungle with his loaded hunting rifle at his side, as had been his custom. In his new life, he was being trained in warrior principles. He had been taught how to fight with a knife, how to throw a spear and how to hunt game with a bow and arrow.

Jake always used to exercise every muscle in his body, so that he was always either running, swimming or lifting weights. He took his exercise extremely seriously, and it showed with every movement of his rock-hard frame. Drum-tight skin over thick rippling muscles, symmetrical, great shape...and long, brawny legs. But now his hard body was leaner, with more muscle definition. Several months of hiking through the jungle had toughened his legs, and the khaki shorts he wore revealed strong, golden tanned legs that could walk all day long.

Jake enjoyed with the Bathuru their evening custom of sitting around a bright and roaring fire, telling stories. What interested him most were their stories of the white jungle-man Tarzan, who sometimes came to their village to visit old friends. Over the past few years, legends had grown up in the village around Tarzan that rivaled even the legend of the elephants' graveyard, the place where all the elephants go to die.

Jake was hunting in high ground above the village with Nasuri, a Bathuru friend, when he first heard a cry echo through the cliffs. It was a cry unlike any that he'd ever heard before - a combination of yodeling, bellowing, and screeching at the same time. Jake turned to ask Nasuri whose face was aglow as he listened to the last vibrations of the echoing sound.

"What is that?"

Nasuri's big smile lit up his face as he responded "It's that special friend whose return we've been waiting for. Come, let's go greet him."

Down they rushed through the forest floor onto the valley's main trail where they were joined by others who were also running toward the village. When they reached the village center, the gathered crowd parted to let Jake through the crowd, and Jake stepped out into the central circle to discover a white man talking to the village elders. It was Tarzan.

The man was tall - well over six feet tall - and Jake noticed that he was young - about Jake's age. His skin was darkly tanned because of many years of exposure to the sun. His tall muscular body was perfectly proportional with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips over massive thighs. But the young man's broad shoulders, light mat of hair covering the hard contours of his chest, lean waist, long solid legs, handsome face or thick head of black hair wasn't the first thing that Jake stared at - it was the loincloth that covered Tarzan's waist that attracted Jake's attention. The loincloth was cut high on Tarzan's sides, revealing the flanks of his butt. Except for the loincloth, and a large knife in a scabbard attached to his loincloth, Tarzan was completely naked.

Jake had seen many native tribes since he'd arrived in Africa, but a white man dressed as one of them was new to him. Glancing up at Tarzan's face, Jake was somewhat embarrassed when he realized that that his evident gaze hadn't gone unnoticed. An understanding grin lit up Tarzan's handsome face as Jake's face turned three different shades of red. His large thigh muscles flexed as he walked straight to Jake, striding barefoot as majestically as if he was the King of the Jungle and the Bathuru were his subjects. When he stood next to Jake, Tarzan reached out and took Jake's hand in a powerful, calloused grip. His deep baritone introduction was a simple "I'm Tarzan."

PART 2

There was plenty of fresh meat that night. Bathuru chiefs from the area sat together with the honored guest, Tarzan, in the central position of honor that was usually reserved for the eldest chief. Jake was talking with Tarzan.

"Tarzan, why are you dressed like one of the natives?" A brief smile gleamed, exposing a full mouth of white teeth, as Tarzan replied: "Because I am one of the natives. My mother was the daughter of a Mananga princess and I've lived more than half my life here. Anyway, I dress this way because normal clothes have a tendency to be destroyed, traveling through the jungle."

"I can't imagine you eating at a fancy restaurant", said Jake with a slight chuckle. "But I envy the freedom that you enjoy, roaming the jungle as you please."

"Well, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. I didn't always think it so great. My Dad was a missionary, and my parents died in a plague when I was 16 and we were living here. But then I was forced to live with one of my Dad's sisters in England, who wanted me to be a proper young gentleman, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. That's not the type of person that I am, and I don't think that I could ever go back to that life again. Yep, I'm a wanderer, living here, living there."

"Is Tarzan your first name?" asked Jake.

"My name isn't really Tarzan, but it's the only name that the Mananga called me for so many years that even my parents used it. It means 'white tribesman' in the Mananga dialect. The name that my parents gave me at my birth was James Greystoke."

Tarzan's attention skipped over to a young woman, Luwan, who was watching him. He nodded to Luwan, who responded to his simple greeting with a beaming smile and a slightly arched back which forced her breasts forward. Tarzan turned slightly and quickly winked suggestively to Jake, as if they shared a very personal secret.

Luwan's cries of joy were very loud that night. Everyone nearby was aware that she had taken a lover and guessed who it was.

PART 3

Jake would go down to the river that flowed near the village for his morning cleansing and exercise, in a very isolated area of the valley. He had to walk about a half-mile through trees, down a ravine, and finally to the rocky bank next to the river, where a sandbar had almost formed a pool. After doing some PT exercises, he would undress and dive into the river naked, letting the water cleanse his body and mind. The warm glow of the sunshine seemed to invite bareassed sunbathing, and his tan-line was gone -- it had taken a lot of nude sunbathing on his favorite sandbar to get rid of it.

Jake had already been sunbathing on the sandbar one morning when Tarzan came down the trail. As Tarzan had lived in the area for much of his life, he knew of this particular swimming-place. Tarzan's calloused feet didn't make any noise on the rocks, and he approached the river without Jake realizing it.

Jake was doing some push-ups, his feet toward his audience, flexing the deep V of his tight, beautiful back into a relief map. His muscular naked frame was displayed to Tarzan's appreciative gaze. With every move of his arms, Jake's big body rippled from head to toe. His big, well-formed feet curled against the sands. His firm, tight, well-rounded buttocks clenched and released. The thick lats bunched and flexed under his skin. His triceps bulged with fierce brawn.

Finishing, Jake sprawled out on his front, head on forearms, legs apart. His bronzed body was glistening from the sweat he'd worked up as he enjoyed the mild euphoria that he felt after he exercised. It was an incredible sight: a powerfully built man with the physique of a Greek God. A man who reminded Tarzan a lot of himself.

Movement caught Jake's eyes, just as Tarzan was rising out of the water. Instinctively Jake sat upright and was face to face with Tarzan's wet, slicked, completely naked body.

Tarzan's muscular frame was displayed to tantalizing advantage. The river surface licked at his knees and his thick smooth thighs. Water streamed off his powerful shoulders, down his high bulging pecs, and over his rippling stomach muscles. Jake stared at the picture perfect symmetry of this jungle stud's rock hard body. His eyes focused on Tarzan's perfect, silver-dollar size nipples. Beads of water trickled down Tarzan's powerful chest. Jake's eyes focused lower, tracing across the hard, well-defined lines of Tarzan's abs. And moved down, down to Tarzan's dripping cock.

Tarzan's rod hung wetly in front of Jake, long, thick, and limber. Though flaccid, that thick penis was still immensely sizeable. For a split second Jake realized that he was scoping some other guy's dick. Then suddenly Tarzan's strong hands grabbed his ankles and pulled him into the water.

Jake immediately struggled against Tarzan's grip, but Tarzan let go. Furious, Jake surfaced. Ten feet away from Jake, Tarzan's head surfaced from the water and he was laughing about Jake's reaction to his practical joke.

"You scared the shit out of me. Don't ever do that again." Jake angrily commanded.

Tarzan responded by diving underwater, leaving a small wake that showed he was coming back at Jake underwater. Jake barely realized Tarzan's plans when Tarzan grabbed him again, pulling him back underwater. Jake felt their hard bodies press into each other, their wet flesh slide against each other, as Jake tried to wrestle Tarzan under the water. To Jake's horror, his body started reacting. He kicked away from Tarzan, and began quickly swimming back to shore.

Then he saw Tarzan's head break the surface just yards away. Jake treaded water as Tarzan strode majestically out of the water, his beautiful body dripping from the pool, to where he'd left his loincloth and knife on the shore, giving Jake a wonderful view of Tarzan's bronzed bubble butt.

Jake couldn't help but stare at Tarzan's powerful back, with its bulging lats and delts; firm, round hamstrings; and big, knotty calves. But best of all was Tarzan's ass. Jake was consumed by a surge of lust as he clearly saw the smooth rounded globes of Tarzan's hard butt cheeks. In a brief second a thousand fantasies involving Tarzan flashed in his head.

"What the fuck...Christ ...Queers think about shit like that." Jake couldn't believe he wanted or felt about Tarzan like that. He was thinking of another man sexually. He could feel his erection growing. "What's going on?" his mind screamed at him, "I'm not a fag. Why the fuck am I getting hard..."

Tarzan tied the loincloth around his lean waist, adjusted the heavy knife at his side, and turned to face Jake. He waved a quick wave, and walked into the jungle, leaving Jake feeling very confused but horny as he treaded the water.

Jake shook his head, silently admonishing the feelings that surged through his being. What the fuck was he going to do? He tried to force his mind to thoughts of pussy and Bathuru girls with big tits. He remembered how good it felt banging that Bathuru girl from last night. A beautiful, ebony girl with perky little breasts. "I gotta get out of here and get back. I just need to hook up with some girl and take her to bed."

PART 4

Jake moaned in satisfaction as the glovelike interior of Tonya's sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick. A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked Jake's powerful physique as his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. He began to work his hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering, writhing girl's hungry hole. Tonya locked her ankles around the small of Jake's muscular back and she began to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on Jake's thick sex tool. Jake gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard, straining every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could. Tonya shuddered as she felt Jake's strength rippling through his muscles. Moist squelching noises emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Tonya's oozing, unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.

Abruptly Jake's mind flooded with thoughts. Unnatural thoughts. "Damn, Tarzan's got a hell of a body. And that dick. Damn, I'll bet that would hurt like a motherfucker. I bet Luwan screamed bloody hell when he pounded her with that chunk of meat. That huge slab of meat, fucking its way down into you like a..."

Jake gave a low growl and knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against the Bathuru girl's. Tonya's wavering scream echoed through Jake's hut as his prick rammed up inside her hot, clasping vaginal sheath. The black wench writhed in ecstasy, digging her fingers into the broad sweaty back of the brawny white stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, mahogany hued form.

Jake kept seeing Tarzan's strong face and tight pecs. And that firm bubble butt. Jake tried to put the pictures out of his mind, but they wouldn't let go. Jake imagined Tarzan's muscular ass wrapped tightly around Jake's intruding male column, Tarzan's grasping butthole adjusting to the varying thickness of Jake's veined reamer.

Jake couldn't contain himself any longer. He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt inside of the Bathuru girl, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body. His big balls jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted deeply into Tonya's womb, filling her with his seed. Tonya's back arched, mashing her firm boobs against Jake's powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. Jake groaned in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm. Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap and the two lay in one another's arms, caressing one another and kissing frequently.

Jake pictured himself kissing and touching Tarzan. He tried to keep his mind blank, but his thoughts kept coming back to how good Tarzan looked. How his dark chest hair washed over his big pecs (just enough to highlight his physique - not cover it) and made a trail down to his big thick legs... down to his big thick cock. He wondered what it would be like to have Tarzan enter him. To feel that big guy pumping his load of manseed up his rectum. Jake was certain that it would hurt. His sphincter constricted at the thought of Tarzan's huge hardened penis ramming up into his manhole. His flesh stick again grew hard and tight.

Tonya screeched as Jake savagely speared back into her, and her hips thrusted up to accept him. Gasping with masculine pleasure, Jake slammed in and out of her cuntal passage with all his might.

"What the hell have you done to me, Tarzan?"

PART 5

The following morning Jake left the village to hunt for meat with just his spear. Tarzan and Luwan were talking quietly in the village center, the way that lovers talk in public, as Jake bypassed them. Tarzan smiled to acknowledge Jake's presence as he drank in Jake's beautiful image. Jake was wearing a tight white t-shirt that stretched over the hard muscles of his chest. He wore no shoes, opting instead for a pair of leather sandals with straps which naturally showed off his muscular, meaty feet. His well-developed thighs seemed to strain the seams of the cutoffs the man wore, which cling to his taut round ass. The sun was worshipping Jake, dancing in his tousled light brown hair and kindling honey highlights, gleaming on each curve of muscle.

Jake was feeling frustrated. He had been tracking this particular boar for over two hours and wasn't any closer to it now than when he had started tracking the animal. The boar knew that Jake was hunting it and managed to stay just out of spear-toss range. As Jake sneaked closer to the wild pig, it would watch him as it rooted among the wild scrubs, then take off running for a hundred or two hundred feet before it would stop and graze again, keeping a close eye on the young man that hunted it.

A small branch landed at his feet as he contemplated the boar, causing Jake to stop and look up into the giant trees that surrounded him. Standing on a tree branch about ninety feet above him was Tarzan.

Tarzan winked at Jake, then dived off his high branch toward a hanging vine. His falling weight broke the vine loose so that the vine began swinging away from the tree. Like a circus acrobat, he let go of that vine as he fell toward another vine, grabbing that vine and swinging in a long arc before releasing the vine to fall toward a third vine. This last vine's arc put Tarzan ten feet above the unsuspecting boar. Dropping from the vine onto the boar's back, Tarzan's knife flashed as he sunk his blade into the pig.

The pig jerked and snorted as it fell over dead. Standing above the dying pig, Tarzan raised his head to the sky and arched his chest as if he was getting ready to release a battle cry. He paused for a moment before turning to face Jake, a wild look in his golden eyes as if he had just vanquished a foe.

Jake was stunned. "Man Tarzan's hot..." He couldn't take his eyes off this man, so powerful, confident, and totally manly, his handsome face a beautiful tapestry of hard edges and lines. He was pure unadulterated sex of the rawest kind, with virility oozing from every inch of that glorious frame of his like the sweetest of pheromones.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as Jake watched Tarzan walk toward him. The man was all hard, supple muscular glory, from those corded forearms and very defined biceps to the perfectly chiseled, sculpted bare torso to powerful tapering thighs, thick etched calves, and sinewy feet looking like they were sculpted by Michaelangelo.

A thin smile creased the corners of Tarzan's mouth. "You make so much noise that I'm surprised that you got as close as you did. Do you want me to prepare a litter to drag this back to the village?"

Jake had trouble swallowing. Tarzan walked with a grace that reminded Jake of a predator. A big wild cat out of the jungle.

"Nah, no problem," Jake said, a heavy knot in his throat, a product of rising lust and attraction.

Tarzan's eyes drifted down. He looked down at the material covering Jake's crotch, checking out the hefty bulge growing inside Jake's cutoffs. Jake's body had reacted to Tarzan's with an enormous erection that his cutoffs did nothing to hide.

Tarzan had the strangest look on his face, nostrils flared with pure lust. There was the unmistakable outline of a rapidly hardening cock propping up his loincloth. Tarzan's eyes flowed upward, made contact with Jake's deep blue eyes. Jake thought his heart was going to explode because it was pounding so hard and fast. And then Tarzan grinned, really grinned, showing beautiful white teeth. Looking into Jake's face, Tarzan's hands unbuckled his knife belt. Finding the tie to his loincloth, Tarzan pulled it loose and threw it to the ground, and Jake took in the absolute fucking beauty of Tarzan's colossal cockstalk and the hefty ballsac dangling down between Tarzan's powerful thighs.

Tarzan's hard shaft looked as solid and thick as the spear shaft that Jake had been carrying all morning. It was a very, very impressive specimen of manhood, almost twice its flaccid size, with a bulging mushroom type of cockhead that was drooling clear pre-cum.

"Strip," Tarzan growled. It was both a command and a promise.

Jake slowly peeled his t-shirt off, revealing his broad shoulders, hot smooth pecs, washboard abdomen, and tight waist. Silently he slipped out of his sandals, kicking them to one side. Finally, Jake unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down and off. He stood fully naked in front of Tarzan, his rigid manhood standing up from his crotch high and proud, making a formidable erection that reached up to the man's sternum. Tarzan realized that although Jake's rock-hard gun might not be quite as long as his own manhood, it was still a potent weapon.

Jake watched Tarzan's eyes drinking in every pore of his hunky physique, and he allowed his own to scan Tarzan's glorious form. Tarzan's bull-sized dick throbbed madly, as blood coursed through the heavy veins criss-crossing along its dark length. Jake's own hard cock seemed to pull Jake like a magnet toward the steel-muscled stud before him. He'd never felt this strongly attracted to anyone of any sex ever before. He wanted to touch Tarzan's body, hold him close, kiss his soft lips, caress his strong body, feel the power of his muscles.

A charge of energy surged between them, only centimeters apart from each other. Suddenly, they fell into a kiss.

Their sweaty, muscular stomachs slid and caressed, their hardons like hot spears between their torsos, as they wrapped their arms around each other in a warm brawny embrace. Grinding their rigid staffs together they took pleasure from one another. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock, each clawed at the other's hard body. When Jake broke the kiss, Tarzan pulled Jake's mouth back, and slipped his tongue into Jake's mouth.

When this kiss was broken, both men were panting, sweating, and staring at each other, two pair of eyes smoldering with desire and want. "Tarzan...." Jake whispered, his voice so husky and deep and filled with lust that Tarzan's cock flexed in response.

Tarzan reached down to Jake's prick, throbbing and pulsing, and slowly wrapped both hands around the stiff rod. Jake groaned in pleasure. Tarzan kept working on Jake's cock, slicking the pre-cum along the hard rod, milking the shaft back and forth, back and forth, jacking Jake closer and closer to ecstasy. Jake moaned, appreciatively. He was really turning on to this scene. But then Tarzan surprised him by grabbing Jake by the shoulders and spinning him around.

Jake felt his rump cheeks being spread apart and something warm, soft and wet flick over his pucker. It was Tarzan's tongue. Jake cried out. He had never felt anything like this before! The tongue alternated between plunging itself forcefully into his asshole and lightly rimming him. Jake could only moan and thrust his hips while Tarzan worked away at his anal pucker gradually loosening up the stud's tight hole. The more Tarzan licked and sucked the deeper his tongue probed.

"Unnhh... mmmnnnhhhoooo..." Jake moaned, trying to speak, as a long finger began to work its way up his tight hole, probing until it found his prostate. Jake jumped as the finger hit its target and began to frig his sensitive nut. Tarzan slipped a second finger up Jake's rectum and began moving them around in a wide circular motion, stretching Jake's asshole back and forth. Then a third and fourth finger... all moving together, in and out, round and round. Jake's cock was twitching and throbbing and bobbing. The fingers in his rear were nudging at his prostate, sending spasms to course from his ass up to his head and back down to his twitching, drooling cock. "Uhhhnnnnn... nnnmmmm...."

Tarzan swirled his fingers around for a few minutes and then stood up so that his hard young loins were pressed against the tanned muscle of Jake's tight behind. Tarzan kept one arm around Jake, holding him at chest-high. He reached down with the other hand and began jacking off Jake's cock again with smooth, steady strokes. Tarzan's hard, muscled frame pressed tightly against the meaty v-taper of Jake's broad back, as the length of his mighty shaft slid between the firm, muscular mounds of Jake's toned butt. Jake could feel Tarzan's rippling body rubbing against his back, Tarzan's hard jutting prick press insistently against his ready ass. The dimension of that cock would have been horrifying, were Jake not totally over the brink in his lust. Instead, it turned him on incredibly.

Tarzan continued to pull down on Jake's thick, rigid tool, caressing it. His other bulging arm went down Jake's body to slowly rub Jake's rippled stomach. His mouth went to the ear of the hunky stud he was feeling up, his tongue darting out and thrusting itself into the tight cavity.

"Are you nervous?" Tarzan asked, as he softly rubbed Jake's flat belly, letting his fingers run across Jake's six-pack abs.

"I've never done this," Jake said huskily. "Won't we need something - "

Tarzan pushed Jake forward, bending Jake's muscular body. Spitting into his hand, Tarzan grasped his throbbing sex tool, powerful and thick, heavy with blood. Jake stood bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. He was so worked up and horny that he spread his legs and lifted his hips to give Tarzan easier access. Smearing his spit up and down the massive length of his manmeat, Tarzan began pressing it between Jake's firm, powerful butt cheeks. Tarzan's pulsing rod fucked its way along Jake's ass-crack, rubbing hard against Jake's tight little pucker. Lining himself up against the virginal entrance, with a sudden thrust Tarzan worked the flared head of his magnificent manhood into Jake's hot studhole.

Jake gasped in pain at the sudden shock, his body stiffening, every beautiful muscle bulging in relief, as the swollen tip of Tarzan's huge prod forcefully pierced his hitherto unbreached anus. Tarzan grabbed Jake's hips and waited a few seconds, totally still, with maybe an inch of his cock inside Jake.

After a few seconds Tarzan continued pushing his mighty tool into Jake's tight rear. Ever so slowly, he eased forward, inserting little more than the second inch, then slowly, carefully, another, and finally, a fourth inch of his steel- hard manmeat into that quivering muscular glove.

This was all too much to Jake. For the first time, his body was being invaded by the cock of another guy. Jake's eyes widened in pain and he gave a low groan. "Easy...Tarzan...just take it slowly".

Tarzan's sinewy hands grabbed at Jake's buttcheeks and began to massage them, slowly pulling them further apart, stretching Jake's tight virgin chute to make things easier for them both. Deeper and deeper Tarzan forced his throbbing erection, driving his steel-hard poker up Jake's convulsing anus in short, stabbing thrusts as Jake groaned and wriggled his smooth round ass. Then, with a sudden push backwards, Jake shoved his quivering colon around the rampant shaft of Tarzan's huge rammer until the soft skin of his ass ground against Tarzan's coarse pubic hair. They both moaned at the sensation of completeness.

It hurt Jake like hell at first but, as Tarzan let Jake's butt adjust to the large fleshy invasion, the pain subsided. Tarzan slowly pulled out until just his tip was in the hole, and then drove himself home in one firm, slow stroke, burying his manhood deep inside Jake until Jake's muscular buns were compressed against his meaty groin. Suddenly, unbelievably, Jake felt a burst of pleasure unlike anything he'd felt before radiate from his rectum. Jake gasped, then groaned as Tarzan's cock brushed against his prostate. He didn't know whether to enjoy the tingling sensations that were making him feel so fucking horny, or whether to feel disgusted with himself for getting into this and liking it.

With maddening patience Tarzan slow fucked Jake, letting Jake feel every inch of his weapon invade his most private parts. Jake's head was swaying, rolling from side to side. Low, guttural moans began to escape from Jake's lips. The pain Jake had was being replaced by the raw male sex drive, and Tarzan felt Jake relax as he got used to dick in his tight warm tailhole.

"Aaaaghh", moaned Jake. "Man, I love the feel of your dick in me...." He began to buck back against the strong body possessing his own.

Tarzan's calloused hands pulled and tugged at Jake's rock-hard trim waist, helping to support the other man's weight. Between his hands planted upon his knees and Tarzan's levering, Jake found it possible to stay semi-upright as the oversized cock up his butt continued its relentless pumping. Tarzan's thrusts were as long as they were deep, and he pumped his hips slow and steady like pistons.

The constant pressure on his joy gland elicited long and deep moans from Jake, spurring Tarzan on. Tarzan yanked the length of his shaft almost free of Jake's tight, clinging ass as his hands gripped Jake's thick, wide shoulders and shoved downward, pressing Jake's knees into the ground, putting Jake in the "doggy" position. Then he slammed his cock forward, into the hilt. There was a brief heartbeat when they both paused, Tarzan's humongous manmeat fully buried in Jake's tight colon, his furred balls rubbing Jake's nards. Then Tarzan reared back, again and again, in and out of Jake's eager, flexing love canal. He grunted roughly with each thrust, watching his pole pumping between Jake's buttocks.

Jake's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as Tarzan increased the tempo of the fuck. This position allowed for almost continuous stimulation of Jake's male g-spot. His overworked prostate was raked and pummeled over and over by the mushroom shaped cockhead that surged inside of his mating hole again and again. Here he was, taking all of Tarzan's mammoth cock inside of his tunnel of love like he was made for it. And it felt so good, so.... right. Whatever Tarzan was hitting inside of him served to emphasize the rightness of it to the hunky, macho, formerly 100% hetero, muscle stud.

Jake's large, erect cock jumped wildly in response to Tarzan's thrusting, and his overheated body shook with passion as Tarzan pumped it demandingly. Each stroke of his fucker's cock turned Jake's guts inside out. He couldn't believe he was taking all of this gargantuan cock. He couldn't believe this huge fuckrod fitted inside his jock ass. But not only did that dick fit, but Jake was loving every minute of getting screwed by this bronzed, muscular, hung stud. Kneeling on all fours, Jake braced himself against Tarzan's powerful thrusts, his ears filled with the slurping sounds of the rough fuck Tarzan was throwing up his ass. Jake was in an orgasmic state, reveling in the pleasure-pain of his first prostate banging. He had Tarzan bull fucking him and it was great.

Tarzan continued to assault Jake's fuckchute, reveling in the warmth, the heat that wrapped around his fuckrod. Beaded with sweat, the two men panted heavily as their tanned, muscular bodies slammed together in a primal rhythm of lust. The smell of Jake's sweat was sending Tarzan's brain awhirl with desire, and snarling deep in his throat he bit Jake's thick, meaty trap savagely, savoring the sensations which pounded through his huge, stiff prick as he brutally buttfucked Jake's delectable jockass. His arms circled around Jake to steady the other man against his wild thrusts, Tarzan lay across Jake's wide and thickly muscled back, pounding into Jake's ass. They were so near in height that their bodies matched, curve for curve, so that Jake's naked ass was fitting quite nicely into the hard, warm saddle of Tarzan's pelvis.

The two handsome, hard-bodied males became lost in each other's powerful masculine bodies, their sweat dripping as they mated unrelentingly on the forest floor. Again and again Tarzan drove his length into his hard-muscled mate. Jake matched him thrust for thrust, arching his back under Tarzan while thrusting his hips at Tarzan.

Tarzan established an animal-like humping motion that would carry him to the precipice of satisfaction. It wouldn't take much more of this. He speeded up his ass strokes, pounding firmly and rhythmically, his low-hanging testicles slapping obscenely against Jake's with each frenzied stroke. Then, pounding harder and harder into Jake's butthole, Tarzan became an animal, his lust and passion raging hotly through his body.

Tarzan was out of control. He could feel the long-delayed wads of manseed building and clotting together in the tubes of his swollen nuts. And then, abruptly, his powerful legs jerked. His thighs shuddered. His sweat-steamed back arched as Tarzan gave one last thrust up Jake's newly breached anus and held it there, as shock waves of passion hurled themselves across his sweaty body. His head flew back and a bellow of raw animal lust tore from his throat that reverberated through the trees.

Tarzan shot and shot, his semen searing the other man's hitherto virginal insides to burn Jake's sore flesh. Jake could feel the entire shaft of Tarzan's cock pulse and spit, filling Jake's deflowered butthole with load after filling load of rich thick potent cum.

His sweaty chest plastered to Jake's muscular back, Tarzan pressed his face into Jake's shoulders. He kissed Jake's neck for a few moments as his monster softened, and then he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. The pain in Jake's ass was no match for the enjoyment and euphoria that his body had just experienced. He hadn't even cum yet, but he felt like he had been coming for days. Tarzan caught his breath and glanced over at the still gasping Jake. Jake's huge throbbing cock was sticking straight out, nearly parallel to his stomach, in arousal.

Tarzan smiled at Jake, and Jake glowered back at him, his brawny, tanned frame covered with sweat, looking incredible. And then Jake tackled Tarzan, turning Tarzan onto his stomach. Jake's hands wrapped around Tarzan's body, holding Tarzan's ass up in the air, as he muscled in between Tarzan's legs. The heavy, coarse hairs of Jake's legs rubbed against the sensitive flesh of Tarzan's inner thighs as he spread Tarzan's legs with the strength of his own and eased Tarzan up on all fours. He put his mouth to Tarzan's ear and in a voice thick with lust told him, "You had your fun. Now it's fucking payback time."

Tarzan could feel Jake's desire hard behind his back. His buttocks clenched and flexed involuntarily as his sphincter muscle contracted instinctively. It had been a long time since he had opened that door to someone like this, but he was willing to surrender it to Jake.

Jake loudly spat in his hand and coated his thick staff until it shined. He roughly pushed Tarzan's muscular, throbbing globes aside. Tarzan's tight aperture loomed before him. He lubricated it with more spit, pushing saliva into and around Tarzan's hole with probing fingers. Then he let the palms of his hands slide over the jungle stud's muscled ass, feeling how hard Tarzan's glutes were, marveling at the smoothness of Tarzan's muscular buttocks. His big, athletic fingers dug into the hard, sinewy flesh, pulling hard on both halves of that taut ass, spreading the cheeks, as he guided his missile toward the point of contact.

Jake felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped as his probe's heated tip made contact with the bronze-muscled rear-end. He gripped the solid cheeks tightly as his long rod pressed firmly against Tarzan's rear crease. He positioned his yearning and pulsating spear at the entrance to Tarzan's chute, pushed forward. He felt the tight hole open slightly to him, felt the head of his cock push past the entrance. The pressure was incredible as he entered, quickly moved deeper inside. He had his cock inside Tarzan!

Jake felt himself instantly charged with fire. It torched his loins and seared his spine to his heels as it raced straight to the feeling part of his brain. His lust took possession of his actions. Snapping his hips forward, he speared into Tarzan's ass like a hot knife through butter, impaling Tarzan to the balls with a single savage thrust.

A deep sensual grunt escaped from Tarzan as he felt Jake's steelhard cock rocket up his hot chute. Jake's back arched as his hard loins merged and fused to Tarzan's supple tail: his strong head high and proud; his hands gripping Tarzan's muscular assglobes; Tarzan's studcunt clenched around the base of his hardness like elastic snapping shut; Tarzan's flaming channel gripping his distended phallus. Tarzan went rigid, his massive chest heaving, trying to accommodate Jake's thick boner in his twitching tailhole. They remained that way for what seemed to be a very long time.

Then Jake felt the wonderfully snug and warm tunnel muscles flexing and pulling on his great cock. That was all it took to release him from his immobile state. He pulled out his cock until only the head remained inside, and thrust back in, sheathing his throbbing rod in one move, hearing Tarzan grunt at the deep and lengthy impalement of the jungle man's rump.

Jake put his hands on Tarzan's shoulders so he could pull Tarzan back onto his ramrod, starting in a good, deep-fucking rhythm. In and out, back and forth, he sawed his long, thick lance, packing his hunk of fuckmeat all the way up Tarzan's clutching hole. Jake could feel the tense muscles of Tarzan's butt squeezing him with every thrust and the strength of the man, the eager taking of his cock, spurred Jake to fuck harder and deeper into the powerful stud beneath him. Jake had never before felt such intense passionate manhood coursing through his body. Something ancient, something primal, took over his body as it reacted to the ancient chromosomes that turned men into savage beasts. He was completely overcome with the desire to mark, to master Tarzan; to lay it to the hot, sexy, sweaty stud that had been plowing his ass for all it was worth. He wanted to dominate Tarzan with his dick, to force Tarzan to submit to his masculine moves.

Tarzan bared his teeth, growling incoherently as Jake's cock began to thrust into him with amazing strength. He and Jake engaged in primitive male on male domination, with Jake grunting and Tarzan answering with a deeper grunt. They were rutting like two wild animals on the forest floor. It was no leisure fuck for Jake, but a good old-fashioned grudge fuck. He wanted to fuck Tarzan hard, as if fucking Tarzan would erase the earlier events of this morning.

Burying his broad chest in Tarzan's powerful back muscles, feeling Tarzan's heavy musculature churning beneath him, Jake attacked Tarzan's ass full- strength. Tarzan braced himself against the ground with two big hands, arm muscles rippling with the exertion. It felt to Tarzan as if someone was kicking him relentlessly in his sore, distended ass, but as Jake continued the pain started to lessen more and more. He could feel Jake's thick stem pushing against the root of his own massive organ, raking across his prostate each time Jake drove into the depths of his hot, upturned ass. The pain generating from his hindquarters subsided into pleasure. Soon his ass was tingling and pulsing almost uncontrollably with the searing, satisfying heat generated by Jake's thrusting thickness as it repeatedly rumbled across his sensitive nut.

Tarzan felt himself stir with a fresh surge of animal arousal. His long back bowed downward as his shoulder muscles rippled and hunched together, arching his warm buttocks firmly against Jake's rampant and ever-searching loins. He began to meet Jake's thrusts, working Jake's marauding dickshaft with his athletic butt muscles as it penetrated deep inside him again and again, luxuriating in the feel of his back against the hard muscular wall of Jake's front.

Jake's senses whirled with the incredible feelings surging from the heated clenching and releasing on his shaft. Tight and yet receptive, Jake could feel a tunnel of rippling muscle massaging his hard pride as he fucked Tarzan. Never had he enjoyed such sexual pleasure with a girl. Never! He had made it countless times with girls before, but even the most constrictive virgin pussy paled in comparison to the steamy vice of this clenching hot channel. Man, this hot ass was really something! He couldn't believe Tarzan's butt muscles could suction so tightly around his pounding prick, but with each forward plunge Tarzan would bear down with his sphincter and nearly squeeze Jake's cock in half. As his dick retreated, the silky walls of that pleasure tunnel would slide against his over- stimulated cock shaft, giving him thrills he'd never known were possible with another guy. The sensation was incredible...

The two strapping studs moved as one as their hot, erotic fuck-ballet increased in intensity. Over and over their strong, bronzed bodies smashed into each other, as if they were violently trying to absorb one another. The sweaty, glistening males were no longer human in mind, thoughts, emotions or actions. They were pure animal, pure mating-lust in motion. Their primordial grunts and groans melded to create a discordant and atonal symphony of beastly jungle sounds.

Tarzan was driving his hips back to meet Jake's every thrust, as sweat flew from their bodies. Jake was long-dicking Tarzan with a fury, his pelvis a blur of hard, ass-pounding motion. And then the sensations began to shoot through Jake, seemingly starting from the soles of his feet. The sensations tingled right through him and jolted his roiling gonads, which began to draw slowly up toward the base of his throbbing cock. Jake's balls were ready to release their hot, overdue load of mancum. His juicy jism couldn't be held back any longer.

With every muscle of his in hard-tensed straining, Jake cried out and arched his back, trying to find fulfillment. He felt his prick pulse as the pleasure pooling at the base of his groin finally splintered. Then he felt the hot explosion in his loins, so powerful that it caused his senses to explode.

Jake came in a wracking climax, his body spasming from head-to-toe. His huge hardon burned with relief as it discharged into the heavenly, hot tightness of Tarzan's ass. Never had Jake had an orgasm so intense. Shot after shot of thick spunk erupted from Jake's thick column of flesh as Tarzan groaned in harmony with him. After eight straight shots Jake's body went limp and he collapsed on Tarzan's back, the two bodies still joined.

Released from his electrifying climax, Jake tried to catch his breath, lying atop Tarzan's back. He felt his cock soften. He eased out of the paradise he'd found in Tarzan's body, but was so spent that he couldn't hang on and fell over on his back. The light-headedness started to wear off and he started regaining his senses. He had just fucked this jungle stud six ways from Sunday, and he couldn't believe the ecstasy that his body had just experienced.

Jake's next awareness was of over two hundred pounds of muscle on top of him, rubbing a very large, very hard erection against him.

Never before had Tarzan meet a man like Jake who could take Tarzan's punishment and return it as good as he got. Never before had Tarzan been in such a test of manhood, and it inflamed his libido. His long studpole was fully hard again and drooling pre-come, remembering the feel of Jake's sweet tight studcunt as it ringed around it.

"Tarzan, what the..." Jake managed to gasp before Tarzan locked his mouth around Jake's. Tarzan's tongue entered Jake's mouth authoritatively and Jake's met his to spar deliciously with it in a hot, erotic battle. Tarzan squirmed sensuously against Jake, stimulating his rock-hard cock by sliding back and forth against Jake's muscle-ridged abdomen. The heat and strength of Jake's gorgeous hard body beneath him sent more blood rushing into his cock. Tarzan ripped his mouth from Jake's, panting with lust, and settled on his haunches between Jake's thighs.

One look at Tarzan, all male and hard solid muscles, and Jake was already in a fever of need. "Do you wanna fuck me?" Jake asked boldly and huskily, as he looked at Tarzan with eyes glazed over from a new hunger.

"You must have been reading my mind," Tarzan said with an earthy grin.

But first Tarzan had to run his wide sinewy hands over Jake's powerful muscles, roaming the well-cut definitions between them. His fingers ran into Jake's light brown, silky hair and down the man's muscular neck. His hands swept down to that wide expanse of shoulders and those hard-muscled soft-skinned pectorals, lingered momentarily over the hard abs that were now expanding and contracting as Jake's blood pressure and sexual tension mounted, caressed the lean hips and flanks, slid down the hard well-defined thighs and bulging calves, grasped the high arches of Jake's meaty feet.

All of a sudden Tarzan lifted Jake's legs up high and wide. Sliding his hands down to Jake's corded thighs, he pushed down and back until Jake's knees were almost resting on Jake's shoulders. Jake's firm, tight ass was now raised off the ground.

Tarzan loomed over Jake like a heavily muscled beast, that thick penis poised to push into Jake's ass. He entered home with one mighty thrust, emitting a deep primal growl as he sheathed himself in the hot tightness of Jake's body, his inward stroke eased by the lubrication of the deposit he had left earlier of his semen. Jake responded by bending his legs and wrapping his strong ankles around Tarzan's big shoulders, allowing Tarzan to enter deeper into the other man's body.

Tarzan planted his hands on either side of Jake's torso, reared up, and began to ream Jake hard and deep, grunting out. Jake's lungs expelled grunting gasps in response to Tarzan's fucking thrusts. His massive quads trembled and his rippling calves involuntarily clamped down around Tarzan's back as Tarzan's ass- splitter plowed his insides and electrified the nerve-endings of his pleasure- knot.

Tarzan's cock, stretching Jake's tightly gripping passage, drove the jungle stud on. Tarzan's shoulders lunged as he dug his toes into the ground, driving forward like he was trying to move a blocking sled all by himself, his firm tanned butt flexing hard with every thrust. Jake's muscled arms grasped Tarzan's hardened shoulders, his powerful legs wrapped securely around Tarzan's sturdy midsection. He arched against Tarzan's splitting force, digging his heels into Tarzan's clenching assglobes, forcing Tarzan balls deep in his succulent jockpussy, tightening his sphincter around Tarzan's battering ram as it penetrated deep inside him again and again. The two males were locked together in their mating. They became a tangle of well-muscled and sweaty limbs as Tarzan fucked Jake, their hard brawny arms wrapped around each other, both of them lost in their savage fuck.

The blood and hormones raged. It was two manly, hung studs wrestling each other into sexual submission, competing to see who was stronger, sexier, more powerful. Two muscular bodies, slick and shiny in the sunlight, moving like pistons of a well-oiled machine. Tarzan pumped his hips, fucking Jake like an animal, his thick spike driven deeply up Jake's anus by his animal thrusts, filling the other man's tight ass with all of his animal manhood. Tarzan could feel the press of Jake's reviving hard-on against his firm belly, could feel Jake moving with him. The slippery friction between them was heady, glorious. Jake found the feel of the other man's rippling abs sliding back and forth against his cock highly erotic, and his athletic butt muscles gripped Tarzan's shaft with perverse greed and milked it: using short, stabbing muscular contractions to work Tarzan's rock-hard pole. Jake hadn't just had his great prod punished so pleasurably by the other stud's tight fucktunnel without learning a trick or two.

The feel of Jake's clenching ass, the feel of flexing, fucking, sweat-soaked muscle locked together, were getting Tarzan so hot he had to fight off his orgasm. With each thrust Tarzan thought he would blow but he gritted his teeth and drilled on. He didn't want to lose his load this soon in the battle. He wanted to plug away in the tight confines of Jake's clamping butt-hole until his dick was rubbed raw and sore, to tame this sleek, powerful animal that so aroused his lust with the raw mating heat of his great manhood.

As if in unspoken response to Tarzan's thoughts, Jake's cock twitched and strained as if it were trying to add to its already formidable length and thick girth. Jake's cock was leaking precum like a leaky faucet in tribute to the pleasure he had been receiving from Tarzan's working over his hot ass. The deflation that had been evident only minutes before was now gone. His weapon was now as rock hard as Tarzan's, throbbing stiffly between their slippery abdomens. But Jake didn't want to waste his hot load of semen with a quick hand job, no matter how pleasurable it might feel. He could do better than that. He was going to bury his big cock hard and deep up the tight hole of the man that was laying it to him right now with such a powerful appetite for butt fucking! This hot, sexy, sweaty stud who could hold out no longer.

"UNH!" Tarzan grunted through gritted teeth.

Jake clamped down on Tarzan's dick with his macho asshole, the great muscular noose of his thick legs wrapped around Tarzan's powerful back, holding Tarzan's hips in place. Tarzan rose up on his arms, laying on Jake in push-up position, leaned his head backwards, and bellowed like an angry god.

The cum burst from Tarzan's long cock like an activated fire hydrant. Tarzan's body bucked as he pumped spasm after spasm into the depths of Jake's waiting ass. Jake heard deep guttural groans come from Tarzan's throat as the jungle stud seeded Jake's bowels, his powerful hips coring into Jake's body until he was done draining himself into Jake.

The two men writhed and twisted, grinding their sweaty, masculine-smelling torsos together. Their open, panting mouths connected and they fucked each other's mouth with their tongues. Tarzan's mouth was hot and wet, and Jake's hard rod slid excitingly, teasingly, against the marbled smoothness of Tarzan's ripped six-pack. It felt so good that it threatened to send Jake's nuts soaring off the pleasure charts. And then Jake was sliding two fingers into Tarzan's cum- slick ass and Tarzan's mouth was off him.

Tarzan gave a low guttural curse. He leveraged his body up a bit from Jake's by bracing himself with his hands, and his cock slid out of Jake's slippery cum filled love hole. Power surged through Jake as he quickly lifted and rolled Tarzan sideways, then turned to maneuver Tarzan onto his back. The heat in Jake's eyes grew dark and hungry as he stretched out on top of Tarzan's strong body, smothering Tarzan's full lips with hot, passionate kisses. Their bodies pressed against each other, their chests rubbing, nipples hard and brushing against their tanned skin. Their two cocks were also rubbing together now, juices mixing from each and coating the other. Jake's cock twitched in desperation, precum surging out of the piss slit. This man turned Jake on like he thought no one ever could.

In one swift movement Jake was up on his knees, expertly adjusting Tarzan's legs for easy access. Tarzan's back curled as Jake bent Tarzan's legs back till Tarzan's feet were beside his head, pulling his butt and lower back up off the ground so that Tarzan was lying on his shoulders. Tarzan reached up and grabbed his ankles, spreading his thighs so that he was wide open, ready for Jake. Jake's strong arms reached forward and covered Tarzan's hands, holding Tarzan's ankles, with his own, gripping them tightly, trapping them.

Leaning forward and supported by Tarzan's legs, Jake braced the crown of his cock against Tarzan's anus. Tarzan felt the press of the other stud's hard and weeping manhood against the tight orifice. "Are you ready to get fucked?" Jake asked. Then, like a heat-seeking missile that never missed its chosen target, Jake's thick spike thrust viciously into Tarzan's hindquarters, spearing cleanly and easily into Tarzan's tight hot core.

They both snarled, Tarzan at being so forcefully and completely filled, Jake at the exquisite constriction that gripped him.

Then Jake, slowly at first, began his long, deep strokes. Tarzan lay pinned under Jake's pistoning cock, his eyes glazing, his lips parted. The animal like sounds that Jake was fucking out of him were like none Jake had heard, but only spurred Jake on. Feeling thoroughly in control, Jake strengthened his thrusts. He hunkered Tarzan down with his body-weight, Tarzan's powerful thighs and legs trapped strongly, forcing himself to the very depths of Tarzan's clenching hot channel as his heated loins probed Tarzan time after time, launching into Tarzan with full-body thrusts, drilling savagely down into Tarzan's upturned mating hole. The two men were fiercely joined in sexual battle. The sexual challenges had been made and this was a match for dominance, to decide who was the master of the other. One would dominate and the other would submit: that was nature's way and in the final call of the universe and everything alive within it, nature was never questioned.

Jake's muscular body shone in the sun as he pistoned in and out of the limber, sinewy body beneath him. His broad shoulders shone with the sweaty sheen that coated them. His toned muscles expanded and contracted as he slid in and out of Tarzan's tight rectum. The enlarged veins on his bulging biceps stood out in relief from the smooth, tanned skin that covered them. His long manhood appeared and disappeared into Tarzan's ass, just the oversized head remaining hidden every time the cum-slickened shaft gleamed in the morning light.

The two sturdy hunks had been mating for almost an hour, and both men's chests were heaving, their bodies soaked in perspiration. Jake's hearing absorbed Tarzan's deep pants and heard his own as well. The sunlight caressed the hard curves of Tarzan's body, which glistened with a coating of sweat that further highlighted his muscle definition. The warm golden light glinted off the rivulet of fine dark hair that ran between Tarzan's solid, pulsing pectorals and to his smooth, hard stomach, and off the light dark fur that covered his muscular legs. Then the two men's gazes locked, and Jake froze, unmoving, as he held onto Tarzan's thick legs for support.

Tarzan's golden eyes stared into Jake's deep blue eyes, that were almost green with the ecstasy Jake was experiencing as he pinned Tarzan down, his hard cock buried to the hilt up Tarzan's butt, soaking in the sensational waves of pleasure that washed over both of them. Tarzan's hot tight channel flamed about Jake's considerable length, caressing the hard, buried cockroot. Jake's eyes rolled back in rapture, and he groaned in exquisite agony.

Jake pushed his sweaty torso up from Tarzan. He pulled Tarzan's legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to one muscled thigh, and leaned forward on his muscular arms, bracing his hands on either side of Tarzan's torso. And then Jake was making love to Tarzan. It was no longer a competition for final and ultimate dominance. It was one person and another and they were sharing each other, tenderly, slowly, and lovingly. Two men in worship of each other and of their joining, of their common desires and mutual passion.

Jake rocked his hips against Tarzan, undulating them for long smooth strokes. Possessively, Tarzan ran his powerful hands all along Jake's magnificent back onto Jake's beautiful butt, and cupped the two perfect ovals of muscular flesh. Tarzan squeezed Jake's flexing ass, feeling Jake's glutes ripple and pulse and clench with power, urging Jake on. The satiny walls of Tarzan's ass massaged and pulled at Jake's slicked-up but steel-hard anal probe as Jake stroked back and forth.

Jake felt his cock beginning to build from within. He forced himself to relax to delay his growing orgasm, slowing down his pumping hips, and finally stilling as he took a slow, deep breath. Tarzan moved his hands to Jake's neck and, meeting Jake's eyes, caressed Jake's face. He smiled up at Jake. Jake looked down at his new partner, staring back into Tarzan's eyes. Their faces were only inches apart, and the two men could feel the heat and the sexual energy radiate between them.

Then Jake leaned down and touched his soft, full lips to Tarzan's lips, and felt the warm slickness of Tarzan's powerful tongue as the two men met in a feverish, fuck-hungry kiss. Their tongues dueled endlessly as Jake slowly began to raise and lower his groin, sliding his big cock in and out of the muscular sheath of Tarzan's ass as he began the long ride to heaven with a slow gentle fuck.

Gradually Jake picked up the pace again, and Tarzan could feel Jake's thickness growing as Jake's movement increased in speed. Tarzan's hands worked down Jake's powerful back, fingers scrabbling over Jake's sinewy muscles, reaching down to knead and squeeze those perfect, powerful ass cheeks. Jake broke away from Tarzan's mouth with a long gasp and pushed himself up, his biceps bulging. His heavy thrusts filled every inch of Tarzan's heated clench as, moaning with animal lust, Jake increased the rhythm and force of his movements, the urgency of his lust overcoming his desire to prolong the glorious fuck.

Tarzan managed to hang on to Jake's hardened cheeks, feeling them bunch and flex beneath his palms as Jake socked it to him, grunting in approval at Jake's heavy anal assault. Then Tarzan harshly cried out a loud roar and pounded the ground with both fists as Jake, with his weight resting on his toes, began to pile- drive his thick fuckmeat more powerfully into Tarzan's quivering hole.

Jake gave in to the blind desire that would tolerate no other possibility than for him to finish in Tarzan's tight molten warmth. His breath grew shorter as he plowed Tarzan hard and fast, his balls slapping against the jungle stud's lithe butt. Jake sensed his own loins simmering and shaking like a volcano about to erupt.

"Aw, shit, bud, gotta feel...aw, christ... ungh...ungh... aw yeah... fuck!"

Jake froze in mid-stroke, unable to move. Every muscle in Jake's body was drawn tight as he teetered precariously on the brink. And then it hit.

Jake roared like a lion as he impaled Tarzan to the hilt on his erupting blowtorch. He felt as if a stick of dynamite had exploded in his loins. Racked with jolts of incredible joy and intense sensations, Jake sent load after load of hot studcome up Tarzan's studpussy, sperming Tarzan's ass with guttural grunts, earthy and passionate. Tarzan could feel his ass fill up with his man's nut, could feel Jake's body tremble and shake with passion.

Finally Jake eased Tarzan's legs to the ground, and collapsed against his torso, still sheathed in Tarzan's ass. They lay entwined, until Tarzan's body pushed Jake's cock free, and they both sighed. Slowly, they settled together, Tarzan propped on his side, running starved fingers over the glorious feast of Jake's body.

Jake was the first to speak. "Man, I don't think I could tolerate that more than three or four times a day."

Tarzan made it simple for Jake. "Do you feel bad about anything that's happened?"

"No, not a bit...actually, I feel really good about it. Thanks, Tarzan."

Tarzan smiled at Jake with a twinkle in his eye and said, "It was nothing, Jake."

"Nothing? God, that was the most amazing experience of my life."

They looked at each other and began to laugh. It was a friendly, exhilarated laugh, shared between two men who were amazed by the intensity of the experience they had just shared. Two men who knew that this was the beginning of the hottest friendship they had ever had...