Tarzan and the Explorer By Collage Maker
The deep purple sky, streaked with pink and lavender, slowly faded to clear blue as the rising tropical sun speared golden rays into the supernatural mists shrouding the looming rainforest, awakening the jungle emerging from beneath its silvery veil. Lush with flowers and the multiple tints of its verdure, soon the jungle was teeming with the howls and grunts of monkeys and the calls of a myriad of different birds, from canaries, flycatchers, and parrots to sunbirds, warblers, and weavers. A supporting cast of cicadas and tree frogs rounded out the jungle chorus. The last wisps of fog disappeared, leaving the sun-washed foliage sparkling with diamond dew.
Surrounded by dense underbrush and tall trees festooned with creepers and parasitic plants such as mistletoe and orchids, a treehouse sat perfectly in the crook of a separated trunk 20 meters up a huge tree, offering a monkey's-eye view of the rainforest. It had no walls, as it was just a basic platform with poles and a straw roof. There was a large bow and a quiver full of arrows atop a small storage chest, and a bare straw pallet upon which a white man lay on his back. He was naked, muscular and very well endowed. The two large mounds of muscle that were sculpted to his semi-smooth chest rose and fell in the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. The man's shoulders were broad and his torso formed a mighty V shape to his narrow but muscular waist from which long brawny legs stretched out. Biceps swelled from powerful arms. The face above the strong neck was ruggedly handsome, with black hair that swept to his shoulders and a day's black stubble that covered a well defined jaw. Even in sleep his genitals were impressive, the penis hanging thick and long, the testicles big and weighty.
The bright sun shone through the leaves, shouting at him to get up. He sat up on the pallet and stretched and yawned, his bronzed skin gleaming in the morning light, golden-brown eyes squinting while they adjusted. A new day had begun for the man known as Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle.
Donning a smooth, tan-colored skin loincloth and knife, he stepped to a large rope tied above him to a heavy branch of the tree, and descended by climbing down it. Near the base of the tree was his toilet, a two-foot deep hole in the ground and a gourd full of water. There was a pile of dirt and a strong sharp stick Tarzan used as a shovel, and to 'flush' the toilet he simply shoveled some dirt into the hole.
A narrow path led a short distance to a stream. Tarzan followed it to his bathing-place, a deep pool of water with an outcropping of rocks. A wisp of smoke rose from across the pool, from a narrow beach by a horseshoe shaped cove.
Creeping silently, Tarzan kept hidden, moving from tree to tree, keeping the smoke in sight, until he had a clear view of a half-dead campfire in the centre of the sand, next to an iron plate which held the remains of someone's breakfast. Under the shade of a nearby tree, on top of a large blanket, a man was sleeping on his side - the first white man Tarzan had seen in several months.
Tarzan squatted behind a tree, peered around it. His glance took in a green plastic notebook laying on a neat pile of clothes next to the man, several plant samples, and a hat, gun, and backpack. He waited patiently until he was convinced the man he was watching was alone. Then Tarzan moved into the open, and cautiously approached until he stared down at a strapping, youthful man. A pair of white trunk briefs covered his middle, stretching over the firm gluteal muscles which supported his trim waist and contrasting with the deep tan of his long, hard body which had very little hair.
Tarzan bent down and picked up the sleeping man's notebook. It had a name and address inscribed on the front: Rob Jensen, from a town in Queensland, Australia. With one hand Tarzan riffled the pages before putting the notebook down. Rob was leading a group of six explorers on a jungle expedition to search for traditional treatments. Tarzan already had heard talk of the expedition on his last visit to the nearest village, a good day's hike away. It seemed Rob had gone ahead to scout this area.
Rob stirred, turning on his back so that he was facing upwards. He had a strong-featured, chiseled face under dark blond hair that was cut fairly short, so that it was like a soft bed of moss sitting on the top of his head. His smooth chest was full and defined, running down to a firm washboard-like stomach. Strong, well-developed arms bulged out from broad, thick shoulders. He had muscular legs with firm calves and tapered thighs. Tarzan's heart was racing. In all, Rob Jensen was an ideal package of lean, powerful muscles.
Rob stirred again. Dark green eyes fluttered open, widening in shock as the explorer saw the magnificently muscled physique of a bronze skinned European standing before him, wearing only a loincloth showing a bulging studly basket.
Rob scrambled to his feet, backing up. "Who the hell are you?"
"I was born with the name of James Greystoke but you may have heard of me by another name. Most people call me Tarzan."
"Oh yes, I've heard of you" said Rob, awed. "You're famous in these parts!" Tarzan allowed himself a small grin.
"My name's Rob Jensen, by the way. I'm a pharmacologist on a team from Australia. We're talking with people about herbal remedies, discovering and describing new species of plants for their medical properties. I came over to check this lake out on my map - the rest of the group decided to stop and work in our prep-lab for a while, 4 kilometers south of here."
"Which direction are you going?"
"South-east."
"You're headed in the right direction for Mwani village, in Bathuru territory, where the Lingala bends south. The villagers' knowledge of herbal remedies is invaluable."
"Thanks Tarzan. My team'll be sure to check it out."
"I'm going to have a swim now. You're welcome to join me."
Tarzan turned, stripping off his loincloth in one fluid motion. Rob let his gaze follow the planes of Tarzan's body, roving over the strong lines of the beautiful back, and the corded muscles in the long legs as Tarzan bent to lay down his loincloth and knife, before landing on the firm smooth curves of the jungle hero's muscular ass. Tarzan's butt was fabulous, with the muscles which formed it so well defined that it was unreal. Rob tried shutting his sex-related thoughts at seeing his companion naked, but with a very little success.
Tarzan slipped in, jungle-fashion, without a sound into the water, cutting through the pool like a razor. "Are you going to join me?" he asked from the middle of the pool.
Rob looked at Tarzan and at the lake, shuffled a bit, then grasped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off. Rob was the kind to swim outside butt naked just about anywhere, but the company he was having definitely made some difference... Tarzan smiled to the Aussie, getting a few ideas. He did a few smooth freestyle strokes, swam nearer to Rob.
"Is the water cool?" Rob asked casually, walking to the shore.
"Yep! It's very cool."
Rob stepped in, ducked under the surface, his bare skin tingling pleasantly from the cool water. He stood up in the shallows, running a hand over his short hair to hurry the drops of water down his face. Tarzan waved a hand to Rob, then dove.
Water lapping at his knees, Rob watched as the light caught the small ripples in the pool, highlighting them with color. The beauty of it could have stolen his breath away. But what happened next, did.
Inhaling sharply, Rob gazed upon the water god that rose up out of the water, proudly bare and superbly muscled, sun glistening on the drops of moisture that ran down his body. The air seemed suddenly thicker as Rob swallowed heavily, his groin muscles clenching in excitement and arousal. Desire shot through him, the need for sex beginning to run through him like an electric current, a physical longing he felt in the stem of his swelling dick and the depths of his balls, in his chest and in his groin.
This desire was not simply Rob's. The tan skin of the Aussie hunk's smooth muscular body was catching the light everywhere as, after a painful while, Tarzan's eyes traveled down from Rob's chiseled face, rock hard pecs and ripped abs to the enflamed cock now at full mast. Tarzan's huge cock began to lengthen and harden as he saw the length and girth of Rob's powerful, rock-hard erection.
They stood there, naked and aroused before each other, for another painful pause. Tarzan stepped closer with his huge erection and kneeled in front of Rob. "Tarzan," Rob said, but before he could finish, in one swift clean motion Tarzan took Rob's length to his mouth.
Rob stifled a moan as he felt strong bliss shoot up and down his body. Tarzan was sucking on his fully erect dick, and it felt so good! With each suck, a jolt of pleasure shot through him. Pleasured by the warm mouth, Rob closed his eyes and squirmed laxly, moving his hands to toy with Tarzan's damp dark hair. Tarzan lifted his face for a few seconds for a quick glance at Rob's face. Rob looked as if he was enjoying this.
Rob impatiently moaned and pressed himself to Tarzan's mouth. Tarzan grinned to himself and returned to suck Rob's hard member. Rob unhesitantly pumped in to Tarzan's mouth, his hands upon Tarzan's head pushing impatiently, not caring if he choked the jungle man a little.
Tarzan released Rob's cock, kissed the tip gently. Rob moaned a deep guttural disappointment, hoping it wasn't over. Tarzan rose to his feet, stood proudly as Rob looked at his body, and reached out to touch the hard contours of his chest - then Tarzan caught Rob's wrist and held it. Rob blinked, surprised. Tarzan looked at Rob, chuckled softly, then dragged him back to the edge of the water, walking out onto the beach. He lay face down on Rob's blanket and spread the pair of tight bronze buns forming his magnificent bubble butt, then looked over his shoulder. The invitation was clear.
Rob was not about to pass up such a unique opportunity. Gently spreading those perfect mounds of muscle, Rob stared at the pucker in the cleft separating them, then leaned forward and buried his face between Tarzan's ass cheeks.
Tarzan groaned deep in his chest. He spread his buns wider to make it easier for Rob. Rob's face was pressed into the hairy cleft as his tongue slid into Tarzan's ass. Rob was in heaven! He knew that he couldn't restrain himself for long, but that ass was simply too perfect.
When Rob finally sat up, he turned Tarzan onto his back. The jungle lord smiled broadly and lifted his sinewy legs high, spreading them as he grasped Rob's rod and directed it to his anus. Rob needed no further prompting and Tarzan grunted as the Aussie stud's rock hard tool sank into the jungle man's hot hole; the entry was rough though not violent. As Rob's groin pressed against Tarzan's, the impossibly tight sheath of Tarzan's strong ass gripped Rob's thick cock as if it would never let go. It felt warmer and better than any single thing the Aussie stud had ever stuck his dick in before - girl pussy, man pussy, or mouth. Rob paused and reached for Tarzan's mammoth erection. The dick was so large that Rob's big fist could hardly close round it. But when Tarzan's legs locked round his waist, Rob let go of Tarzan's mighty cock and started fucking.
Tarzan cried out in pure lust as Rob began thrusting his throbbing dick deep into Tarzan. Rob at first pumped with slow long strokes as Tarzan strained to impale himself on the Aussie's large stick. Rob could feel his partner's hot breath on his throat, strong hands gripping his shoulders, muscular legs wrapped around his waist. "Mm," Rob groaned under his breath, "fuck." He increased the tempo. Tarzan pressed himself against Rob eagerly, his own tool leaking pre-cum onto his rippling abs and lower chest. "Oh, Rob, yes. Fuck me," Tarzan whispered hoarsely. And Rob did. Harder and harder, driving himself deeper, eliciting small gasps from Tarzan at each downward plunge. Soon the husky blond was pistoning in and out of the jungle lord's muscular rear with all the power of his hard body.
Tarzan's lust filled groans, coming from deep in his huge chest, filled the air, startling the birds into a flutter of wings, as the strapping Aussie lanced Tarzan's incredible ass, reaming it, using it for a good hard time. Rob wanted to hump the jungle stud forever, but his cock had a mind of its own and wanted to cum so bad. Rob began to grunt wildly, and his cock began pulsating. Then his nuts exploded and Rob bellowed as he came.
"Oh yessss!" Rob screamed, releasing torrents of his cream into Tarzan's body, filling the tight tunnel of Tarzan's ass with violent spurts of his hot cum. As he finished shooting his load Rob collapsed on the jungle man's powerful body, laying there with his cock up Tarzan's ass.
"T..thank you" Rob stammered, finally removing himself from Tarzan after losing his hardness. Tarzan hadn't allowed himself to cum, but that would be taken care of in due course. Tarzan gently turned Rob onto his back and smothered him with light kisses. The jungle lord dragged Rob up and pulled him back towards the lake, walking in until they were both in the water.
Tarzan strode into the lake until it was up to his waist and propelled himself into the water with some forceful breast-strokes. He swam nearly a furlong out, turned round and shouted. "Come on in!" Rob waved a hand to Tarzan and arced into the water, swimming to the jungle man's side, diving and rising to the surface playfully.
The water made Rob happy. He splashed water toward Tarzan, smirking in a fit of mirth. Tarzan laughed, tried to dodge the water, before immersing himself under the surface. Treading water, Rob watched Tarzan swim lissomely away, close to the surface. Rob swam to catch up with Tarzan and they hovered around each other, floated here and there, looking at the forest, swimming lazily in the cool and refreshing water.
Tarzan swam nearer to the other man, pushed gently against Rob. Swimming to shore, they stood up in the water. Tarzan grinned, wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, drawing him closer.
"You know, you look very beautiful" Tarzan said.
Rob blushed slowly, his cheeks turning pink under the tan. "Beautiful? Oh come on, Tarzan, you are talking to a bloke here."
"Yes, beautiful. That's my opinion... Well, if you want me to call you handsome, that's fine too..." Tarzan lifted his right hand, caressing Rob's back gently.
"Well, compliment's a compliment. I don't mind... " Rob said awkwardly, looking at Tarzan unsurely. The hand over his back was soothing. With a playful little smirk once again, Rob said in a sultry murmur "You are handsome yourself, you know?"
"Well, thank you, my friend. But I mean it... you are very beautiful..." Tarzan leaned forward and kissed Rob heavily. Rob wrapped his arms around Tarzan's back, slick with water, and kissed back, allowing their hard muscled bodies to tightly embrace, feeling Tarzan's cock rise between them. Tarzan continued caressing Rob's back. At the same time Tarzan moved his other hand a little lower, pressing his fingers between the other man's firm buttocks.
Rob drew in a small breath as he felt a long finger poking around his tailhole, then moaned slightly as it thrust itself in. He realised Tarzan was planning to fuck him.
Rob had always considered himself dominant. He was the hyper-masculine handsome stud who had made other macho jock type guys bend over so that he could fuck their tight asses hard and deep. Rob had liked only one guy enough to take it up the ass from him: Kenard Hanson, a fellow Aussie-rules footballer in Rob's college team with a shared passion for surfing. Ken was a tall, strikingly handsome, blue-eyed and chestnut-haired stud, with a hard, defined, athletically muscular body, thrusting thick cock and perfect bubble butt. Just before graduation, the muscular duo had spent two weekends together by the ocean, body surfing and being vigorously penetrated by each other. Now, transfixed by Tarzan's dark masculinity and intense erotic allure, Rob wanted to feel this hunk of a man inside him. The thought of stuffing something as large as Tarzan's turgid pole inside him brought a little fear, but he was far too gone to heed it.
Tarzan gripped Rob's buttocks firmly and, without knowing exactly how, Rob found himself lifted off the ground, his strong hands gripping Tarzan's broad shoulders, his muscular legs wrapped around Tarzan's slim waist, Tarzan's long cock nestling along the cleft of Rob's ass. Muscles bulged across the jungle stud's tall frame as Tarzan walked out of the water: his biceps swelled, his huge pecs flexed, and his thighs bunched incredibly as, holding Rob close, Tarzan carried Rob back onto the beach. They dropped onto the blanket.
"You sure you don't have any objection on doing this?" Tarzan asked.
"...Well, unless someone comes by..." Rob grinned, pulling Tarzan down upon himself with a yank and burying his face against the other man's broad neck. He bit into Tarzan's neck lightly.
Then Rob's eyelids squeezed shut as he felt the head of Tarzan's fiery member push its way inside the outer areas of his hole. His head spun violently and all he could feel in the world was the mushroom head slowly sliding up inside him. And then Tarzan was home, all the way, the ring of Rob's entrance right at the base of Tarzan's monster dick, impossibly tight.
Tarzan remained motionless, his rod held deep in Rob's ass-channel as he allowed the blond stud to become used to the wideness and length of his pole. Their eyes met. Rob just looked at Tarzan, breathing heavily, as Tarzan stared at him with a frightening desire blazing behind his golden eyes. Gradually Tarzan felt Rob's ass-muscles begin to adjust to his size and Rob's shitchute began to slowly open up. Rob put his hands on Tarzan's sides and moved sensuously up the muscular torso and out along the jungle man's powerful arms. Rob's strong hands caressed the bulging biceps and moved back down over Tarzan's massive pecs, massaging and squeezing those incredible mounds of muscle, drawing his fingers along their base and along the deep cleft between the pecs. "Fuck me," he demanded breathily. Tarzan reared above Rob, his bone deeply embedded in the explorer's ass, and began his ride.
Tarzan thrust his great prick all the way in and out of the muscular blond's lean male butt in a slow even fucking rhythm as he began claiming his Aussie "mate". A long moan escaped from Rob, and he looked up at Tarzan with his eyes wide and filled with pain. Despite the preparation, it really hurt. But Tarzan kept stroking the hole in and out with his cock, pumping long and slow, stretching out Rob's tight ass, and it did not take long for Rob to start bucking his hips. The sensations coming from his impossibly stretched ass were overwhelming!
Picking up speed, Tarzan drove into the steamy hot butt of the sturdy hunk beneath him, harder and faster. Both of his hands gripped Rob's broad shoulders, using them to pull himself into the Aussie as hard as he could. Rob felt as though he'd died and gone to heaven! He could not remember sex ever feeling so good. The pain had given way to the purest ecstasy and he was moaning in pleasure, using his feet on the small of Tarzan's back to urge Tarzan forward, thrusting his hungry ass greedily onto the jungle lord's mighty shaft. Soon Tarzan was slamming his gargantuan cock into Rob, beating Rob's prostate to a pulp. Rob felt like Tarzan was driving him through the ground as the jungle man's hips pounded on the muscular explorer's lean buttocks with animal ferociousness.
The two virile sex-maddened studs' lust-filled cries echoed round the forest as Rob's hot tunnel continued to be violently invaded by Tarzan's thick club. Rob wrapped his arms around Tarzan's neck and began squeezing his sphincter muscle tight onto Tarzan's pistoning rod. The inner muscles of Rob's ass wrapped around the jungle stud's huge cock like a glove, making Tarzan moan and grunt with the effort of thrusting in and out of the strong muscles that gripped him.
Soon Tarzan's body was tensing, his breath becoming harsh and shallow, every inch of his skin on fire. And then Tarzan bellowed a blood-curdling cry as orgasm overcame him. He thrust harder, once, twice and felt white-hot heat explode throughout his body as he came inside that tight Aussie ass, shooting torrents of cum into Rob's ravaged body. He remained motionless, gasping, as his balls pumped their load into Rob's butt.
Tarzan lay on top of Rob, trying to catch his breath. Rob's heart was beating wildly beneath his chest. Finally Tarzan's breathing slowed and Rob lowered his legs to the ground. Tarzan's cock slid out of Rob's sore butt as Tarzan rolled over on to his back.
Rob's eyes traveled slowly over Tarzan's body, marveling at its muscular beauty. The sight of the hunky jungle stud on the ground, stretched invitingly out, sent Rob's thoughts through the roof! He locked on the huge cock, now semi-soft, and the large balls over which it hung between powerful thighs. And he started to get harder. Tarzan noticed this, of course, and looked up. Their eyes met and Tarzan smiled.
"Have any objections?" Rob asked this time.
"Nah, I got no objections...And it sure seems one part of you doesn't have objections either..."
Scooting in, Rob scrambled to lift Tarzan's sinewy legs onto his broad shoulders, exposing Tarzan's ass and the tight little hole between those beautiful twin mounds of muscle. The jungle lord reached for the other man's rock hard pecs, kneading them firmly but gently. Rob moaned and gripped Tarzan's chest as well. His dick rubbed Tarzan's balls, and then slid under them as he positioned the head of his cock up against Tarzan's waiting hole. Tarzan nodded, and Rob pushed in. Tarzan groaned, arching his back as Rob's many inches started to slide into his body. Some of the cream Rob had previously unloaded in Tarzan's ass still remained and worked as lube, and his rock hard shaft slid in without a stop as Rob sank the full extent of his cock deep up Tarzan's male tunnel so that his groin pressed against Tarzan's firm buns.
But Rob was not gentle with Tarzan's ass. Excited beyond his endurance by the roughness of Tarzan's attack on him, and driven by a desire to get even, Rob pulled back and then slammed his cock into Tarzan. As the rod thrust back into him, Tarzan let out of howl of pleasure. This was how he liked it, hard and rough. Rob started to pound his narrow hips on the hard mounds of the jungle man's ass with all the might he could muster, determined to keep screwing the big stud's rear end until it was stretched out like the proverbial camp whore. Brutally fucked in his tight hot butt, Tarzan was in bliss. He was hanging onto Rob's thick neck, groaning with lust, as Rob lunged forward in his vicious attack, making Tarzan feel the pure masculine drive of the body which powered the Aussie's engorged mantool in and out of the jungle stud's ass. Rob could feel Tarzan's cock leaking abundant pre-cum between their chests as Rob's hips continued pounding his tool in that hot hole, long dicking in and out, really fucking the other man.
Their mouths locked, but only briefly. Rob was already close; the excitement in taking this powerful wild stud was too great. Sweat rolled down Rob's forehead to fall on Tarzan's chest as he thrust one, two, three shallow thrusts. Then he threw his head back, eyes shut and teeth gritted hard as he arched his back and sank his pole as deep as possible into Tarzan's heated tunnel. Rob shuddered, then yelled as his semen surged forth in his ejaculation, flooding Tarzan's rectum. Jerking and quivering, the Aussie stud again filled the jungle man's ass with his lust and passion as his balls pumped their load deep into Tarzan's bowels.
As he came down from his orgasm Rob fell breathless onto Tarzan's chest, his softening cock still embedded in the jungle lord's ass. Tarzan wrapped his arms round the other man and held him tightly, listening to their heavy breathing slowing in the aftermath of their coupling. He ran his fingers through Rob's short soft hair, nuzzling it with his face, smelling the Aussie stud's male scent and gently licking at the salty sweat on Rob's smooth tanned skin. But soon Tarzan pulled Rob off, blood filling his rod to full tumescence as Rob's manly aroma caused his cock to harden again! Rob could feel strong arms rolling him over to flop onto his belly. Tarzan just loved fucking real men and Rob was all man, a fine-looking hunk of a man, and one hell of a stud. He ran his hand over the Aussie stud's broad back and down to the tight, tanned bubble butt with its dimples. His fingers slid into the crevice and played with the hair which ringed Rob's bud. The opening was loose and slick and Tarzan pushed three fingers inside, making Rob grunt. Quickly Rob pushed up onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs, sticking his lean, firm rump in the air, surrendering his husky body to the jungle stud's lusty passion.
It didn't hurt Rob too much at first; he was hot and ready, and Tarzan had stretched him. Tarzan placed the bulbous head of his slick rod, greased with his own semen, at Rob's sore entrance, and slowly began to sink it in, sliding easily on his previous load inside Rob's ass as Rob moaned and quivered below him. Tarzan began to get further along the head of his cock, as it swelled and swelled, and Rob gritted his teeth and pushed his ass back, trying to move onto the shaft of Tarzan's spear - anything to get past the head of Tarzan's cock. Tarzan pushed the shaft all the way in, and his balls banged on Rob's tight, dimpled ass-cheeks. Finally the jungle lord pressed his powerful body against Rob's muscled back and wrapped his arms round the blond man's sweaty, bulging chest. He began pumping Rob's muscular rear long and slow, enjoying the incredible tightness of Rob's firm ass, the warmth and silky smoothness of it all, and Rob's thrusting up with his every downstroke, meeting him halfway, drawing him into sexual overdrive.
Tarzan started to pound a little, lifting his lean hips, letting his steely shaft pull a few inches out of Rob's male fuckhole then plunging back in. Rob moaned in pain, then began to struggle frantically beneath the jungle man. But Tarzan had Rob pinned in a wrestling hold, trapping the Aussie stud beneath his mighty, sinewy body as he forced himself into the blond hunk. He cored Rob's ass in firm strokes, sliding the full length of his thick cock through the tight ring of Rob's anal muscles, so that Rob was forced to arch his back and accept that cock deep as Tarzan jarred him repeatedly with his thrusts. Rob grunted with Tarzan's powerful thrusts, trying to keep his mind off the pain in his rectum. He closed his eyes and tried to picture the intensity of this erotic scene: a rugged bronzed god mounting a muscular tanned stud, and humping the hell out of the stud's hot male butt with his mighty cock. Rob needed that, all of Tarzan's hard-muscled strength between his legs, and all of the jungle man's big elephant-cock. The thick, bulbous head of Tarzan's cock was pummeling Rob's prostate with every sinking stroke, and the stimulation every time the head of Tarzan's cock would slide past his prostate gave Rob a warm, fiery pleasure which ensnared his senses, driving him insensate into a world of Tarzan's hot thrusts. The pain went away and Rob relaxed totally, taking in the hard thrusts readily, letting Tarzan pound him into the sand.
Tarzan sensed the change as the hunky Aussie completely gave up his ass for the other muscle stud's pleasure. Tarzan's big rough hands clamped onto Rob's hard rump-cheeks, squeezing them as his thick cock moved forward with his plowing of Rob's butt. He rutted into the blond stud's ass deep and fast, his hands pulling Rob's hips towards him at force, savagely pumping Rob's ass like no one ever had. His balls swung like pendulums, bashing first against Rob's before swinging back. Like a jackhammer, an oil derrick, a piston on a high-powered machine, Tarzan banged and banged Rob's hole incessantly with his throbbing hard cock, while Rob bucked back against his thrashing groin harder and harder with each thrust. Sweat formed a film on the husky studs' bodies, making them look like they were oiled up for a muscle man contest. They were now mating like wild animals in heat, both moaning and panting loudly as they began their lustful crescendo.
The constant friction of Tarzan's pole, slamming in and out of him rapid fire, had given Rob the hard-on of a lifetime. His cock drooled as it bobbed above the ground. Tarzan seized Rob's boner with both hands as he continued pumping into the Aussie stud, causing Rob first to groan with the intense shock it sent through him, then gasp out loud as Tarzan's rough fingers unceremoniously began jacking his cock. Tarzan continued his assault on Rob's ass as Rob writhed in passion; the powerful fucking combined with the manipulation of his member were quickly bringing Rob off. Rob arched his back and flung his head backwards, screaming in joy and relief as his orgasm seized him. Rob's balls rose and white, rich ejaculate spurted wildly from his cock onto Tarzan's wide palms.
Rob spread his thighs wider as he felt Tarzan's thrusts increase yet more in speed. He reached blindly behind, feeling the smooth fluid motions of Tarzan's rock-hard thigh muscles under the bronzed skin, and then those taut, rock-hard buns, hiding the tight asshole that Rob had fucked hard only a little while back. Rob clenched his ass around Tarzan's pumping shaft, the tight tensing of his rectal muscles on Tarzan's cock so hard that Tarzan shuddered with the ecstasy of it. Every distended vein on Tarzan's proud cock stood out in glorious lust as he rammed violently into the sweet hot crevice that was giving him so much pleasure. Then Tarzan reared up as he impaled Rob with his final, deepest thrust, the whole of the glorious length of him buried to the hilt up Rob's hot sheath. His brawny body became rigid and Rob could feel Tarzan's cock swell inside of him until it seemed to spread and take him over.
Tarzan bellowed a mighty, guttural roar of sheer animal carnality as his male fluid exploded. His seed spurted in multiple warm pulsating jets into Rob's abused orifice. Rob could feel his insides being coated once more with Tarzan's rich creamy cum and his ass muscles clamped again around Tarzan's still erect cock, swirling it in painful pleasure. Tarzan cried out as Rob continued to milk his cock for every bit of its sweet nectar, then collapsed on top of Rob, flattening Rob's body onto the sand and burying his face in the hollow between the explorer's thick neck and one broad shoulder.
The jungle lord rubbed Rob's shoulders and upper back, kissing the back of the neck and shoulders with light little angel kisses, and ran his hands over Rob's perfect body. Tarzan's cock never went soft, remaining semi hard deep inside Rob's butt. Rob was soon the consistency of melted butter as Tarzan continued to work his back muscles and loosen him up, occasionally grinding his ass. Soon Tarzan's fires were restoked and his cock had hardened again to its full magnificent dimensions. Tarzan fucked ass like a demon, as he had already demonstrated on Rob, and he never left a situation until he was satisfied. He had to have more of the manly Aussie's tight male hole.
Rob moaned as Tarzan began to suck on the explorer's neck, gently biting as he did. Rob could feel Tarzan's cock throbbing deep inside him. Tarzan continued to nibble down Rob's neck and across the shoulders as, gradually elevating his hips, he slowly began to withdraw his cock from deep inside the blond stud's ass. Rob groaned again as Tarzan pulled his cock to where just the head still rested within Rob's sucking hole. Slowly Tarzan began sliding in inch by inch and kept moving deeper into Rob. Rob could feel Tarzan inching his way slowly inside, and with every inch Rob marveled at how good it felt to have this wondrous stud filling him yet again with his huge cock. And once Tarzan hit Rob's sweet spot with his throbbing prick Rob wanted all of him inside immediately. The explorer's tight ass seemed to suck Tarzan in further and further and massage the length of his dick as Tarzan steadily sank all the way in. Finally, when at last the tight globes of Rob's ass mashed into Tarzan's dark pubic hair, the husky explorer let out a huge sigh. He waited; he was about to be taken for the third time that morning!
Shifting onto his palms and knees, Tarzan gently pulled his cock from deep inside Rob's tight butt. Rob groaned as Tarzan withdrew his cock to where just the head still rested within Rob's sucking hole, and pushed his ass up towards Tarzan's groin, resting his weight on his elbows and knees. Slowly Tarzan shoved his hard cock back into Rob's waiting ass, then began a leisurely pumping rhythm. He was nowhere near as randy as the last two times and thus he was in no rush to reach his climax. He would stroke into Rob's hole for as long as Rob could take it. All day, if necessary. Starting now.
Tarzan nibbled one of Rob's earlobes every now and then as he fucked the hunk tenderly, slowly stroking Rob's hole in and out with his cock. Tarzan was pumping with slow long strokes, and with each pump Rob could feel Tarzan's balls pressing against his. This was at first fine by Rob, who could enjoy the feeling of Tarzan's cock churning his guts around for a while. But then Rob could feel the sensation growing as Tarzan kept pumping his ass. Each time Tarzan pulled back Rob would get an empty feeling in his bowels that would only be relieved when Tarzan plunged his cock back in.
Tarzan kept pumping Rob's ass for what seemed like forever. His hands moved to grip Rob's waist, and he pulled Rob towards him each time he drove his cock forward into Rob's ass. Rob could feel that his ass was getting sore again but any discomfort or even pain he might have felt was completely masked by the overwhelming sensation he was feeling. He started to gasp every time the head of Tarzan's cock would slide past his prostate, and Tarzan knew Rob was going higher and higher. And so was Tarzan.
Tarzan could see his mighty cock moving inside and out of Rob's hole, and this sight was sending him to his limit. Rob started to feel Tarzan's cock expand with each thrust so he knew Tarzan was getting ready to cum. But as Tarzan felt the girth of his already hard cock increase, he would pull back to the point that only the head of his cock was in Rob's ass, and pause for a few seconds. The pause in the sensation was so unbearable that Rob would start wiggling his ass from side to side while trying to back up and force Tarzan's cock back in. But Tarzan's strong hands would stay firmly on Rob's hips and he would hold Rob down, letting Rob wiggle for a little bit, before he submerged the length of his cock again. When Tarzan then thrust again Rob could feel that the added girth had subsided, and Tarzan would continue to pump until the girth returned. Rob moaned with lust and pleasure as his ass was being worked on. Tarzan would pump and pause, pump and pause, continuing to pause more and more often. He was trying to hold back his cum as long as he could.
Tarzan must have been pumping Rob's ass for at least 20 minutes at this time. Rob knew that he couldn't take this much longer and he knew what to do. He grunted as Tarzan again buried his bone in his butt, and instantly locked down with his ass muscles. This was the moment they'd both wanted. Tarzan knew he had to really fuck this hunk. Tarzan pulled his hips backward so that his dick traveled in reverse out of Rob's manhole, then powerfully slammed it back in. Tarzan heard a low "Uuuunghh!" from the husky blond stud as he drove the dick deep again and stopped. Then Tarzan withdrew again, and slammed deeper, harder. Rob grunted again. Then, responding in a matter of seconds, Rob was pushing back on Tarzan's cock.
Tarzan's rough hands tightened their grip on the stud-bottom's strong, lean midsection as he resumed reaming out Rob's ass. With a deep breath, Tarzan yanked his dick out of the hole again, and when once again he pushed it in he continued the motion, see-sawing energetically in and out of the hole, reaming out the muscular Aussie as he thrust in and out without remorse. Soon the two brawny males were writhing in passion again, moaning in pleasure as Tarzan butt-rode the tight-bodied Aussie hunk. Rob's ass felt all good and tight around Tarzan's cock - slippery, warm, hot, and just damn good!
Tarzan's hands stayed on Rob's hips as the fucking got more and more intense and he humped the hell out of the explorer's muscular ass. He was fucking Rob faster and faster, his pelvis a blur. Driven to a frenzy, Tarzan long-dicked the blond stud's manhole like an animal in heat, treating the strapping hunk like a bitch for his personal pleasure. Rob's ass was on fire now, matching the heat building inside him, as Tarzan worked the Aussie's hole. The constant friction of Tarzan's pole, slamming in and out of him rapid fire, tore up his insides and gave Rob an ecstatic, tingling sensation over his whole lower body. Rob felt detached from it, as though every part of him below his waist was now entirely in Tarzan's ownership, under Tarzan's control. He had completely given up his ass to the jungle man's lust. Tarzan continued to pound into Rob, their meeting flesh slapping in time to their torrential fucking. Tarzan's breathing was getting ragged, and sweat was flying off his chest as he fed Rob his massive dick. He couldn't hold back from the edge any more and hurtled over.
With a loud, deep-throated cry, Tarzan blasted his semen into Rob's intestines, his throbbing rod massaging Rob's abused prostate as it emptied load after load of cum and even more of his seed filled Rob's ass. He shot at least 6 huge loads of hot jism into Rob's already cum filled bowels, until he felt it leaking out of Rob's ass-channel from around his cock and dripping down Rob's ass-crack. Tarzan finally collapsed onto Rob. The two men lay there on the ground, stuck together by huge amounts of cum, Tarzan's once raging manhood now lying limp inside Rob. Both were breathing deeply and sweating.
They were weak from the fuck, but Tarzan did not want to pull out of this stud and they remained locked in this position for what seemed like forever. Rob turned his head. Their lips, then their tongues, met. They kissed, deep, and for a long time, their hands exploring one another's bodies.
Then Tarzan rolled off of Rob. They rose to their feet, and Tarzan retrieved his apparel. Tarzan's eyes were thoughtful like a child's as he tied his loincloth around his waist, secured his knife. He seemed to search for the right words to say.
"Can you stay for a while? I have a place nearby. Not a house on the ground, just a refuge in the trees, a retreat for peaceful meditation. Come join me for some fruits, nuts, fish roasted on a fire."
The offer was tempting, but Rob knew if he dallied any longer, he wouldn't reach the others before dark.
"Thanks, mate, I really wanna stick around, but I gotta get myself back."
Tarzan nodded. "I hope our paths cross again. Goodbye."
Tarzan raised his right hand, running his fingers through Rob's short blond hair. He touched Rob's chin, lifting the explorer's face, pressed his lips against Rob's.
Then, turning, Tarzan plunged into the lake, swimming swiftly away, leaving Rob to wonder if he could ever be satisfied with anyone after his experience with Tarzan.