TARZAN AND THE MERCENARY By Collage Maker
Rumours of mercenary activity began to drift in to the Mananga from various parts, but outside events are relatively ignored in the deep recesses of the African forests. It seemed the mercenaries worked for some corrupt politician. Tarzan heard that an American among them had left after disagreements, and now resided among the Azuna under the name of "Ryan: Lord of the Jungle". A former Special Forces commando, the man was quite the jungle survivalist, a speciality that made sense since enemy hideouts could be secreted within the deepest, darkest jungles.
In fact, ever since he was a child he had always had a fascination for the jungle. Perhaps it was because he was one-quarter African-American. But Ryan Lindstrom was also one-quarter Swedish, one-quarter Norwegian, and one-quarter Irish. Tall and naturally brawny, Ryan was in every respect a magnificent specimen of young American manhood: a worked out guy with broad shoulders, smooth well-shaped pecs, sinewy biceps, tight abs, narrow hips, power packed thighs, bulging calves, big hands, big feet, and big cock. Very good-looking, like he just crawled off a clothing advertisement, Ryan had a thick head of tawny hair, cobalt blue eyes set above a broad nose, full lips and a perfect set of white teeth. His jaw was dimpled and square and his powerful neck wide. At university he had been an offensive lineman on the football team, and he had been elected captain of the wrestling team by his teammates. He combined great athletic ability with the strength which he had gained from strenuous workouts to fend off opponents of all sizes.
Living among the Azuna, Ryan acted the part of his adopted tribe, increasing his expertise in tracking, foraging and the use of jungle plants for medicinal purposes. He seldom wore Western clothes, but with his good looks and hard beefy body he looked great in a buckskin loincloth and thong waistband. Ryan would be seen walking with the best looking Azuna girls. He loved pussy, hot moist pussy. He loved fucking it and eating it. Actually, he just loved to fuck. Male or female, amazing butts would get his attention every time, and he would be completely willing to fuck them as often as the opportunity arose. His own ass was shaped like the stereotypical jock's butt, very athletic and firm, but he liked to do the driving. Sure, he'd let a woman play with the back of his nuts and finger around his anal region, but he was a total top and that meant he was not interested in bottoming. Several muscular Azuna warriors had their tight butts filled with Ryan's lusty releases, but although now and again one would want to mount him, as far as this was concerned Ryan was a virgin and determined to remain so.
The peaks of Mume Mke were a sacred site to the Mananga, a place of spirits and mysteries, two immense stone pinnacles which thrust up out of the jungle in the remotest part of Mananga territory. One peak was broad and squat, draped with clinging trees; the taller was thin and sharp with bare, vertical sides rising to its peak. The Mananga spoke of them as a husband and wife.
Shouldering his bow and quiver with many slim straight arrows, and shrugging his pack more comfortably into place on his back, Tarzan looked up towards Mume Mke. From where Tarzan stood, the peaks looked like the bunched knuckles of a fist, its index finger pointing into the sky. Around Tarzan was a clearing where a large tree had fallen, felling a second tree and allowing sunlight to flood the forest floor. Beautiful flowers, swarms of enormous brilliantly patterned butterflies, and thick green bushes abounded. There was also a colony of weaver birds building nests in a tree besides the clearing. These birds were brightly colored, yellow or red, and had congregated to build nests all in one tree. They were dangling upside down to weave strands of grass into hollow, spherical nests hanging from the branches. Their din was tremendous.
Among the forest of massive, ancient tropical giants it was by contrast overwhelmingly peaceful. Hazy sunlight penetrated the jungle's dense green canopy that replaced the sky, and shimmered in the heavy air. Thick, woody vines climbed the trees in the canopy to reach for the sunlight. Shaded by the multiple levels of growth overhead, it was comparatively dark and there was little undergrowth to hamper movement, the forest floor being covered with leaf litter, mosses, herbs and fungi, through which ferns and seedlings struggled up. Tarzan walked steadily among the trees all competing for the light: whitish meru oaks and mutati, pinkish gedu nohor and msisi, bright yellow satinwoods and yellowish white mafu, muhimbi, mvule, and mwavi, straw colored mbanko, pale brown cordia, and enormous greyish brown kapok trees with huge buttress roots. He stopped after having walked awhile and cut a notch in a vine with his long hunting knife as high as he could reach. Then he cut the vine off close to the ground, and caught the clear dropping liquid in his mouth.
Tarzan was heading downhill. The gentle slope was becoming increasingly steep, and he could hear the sound of rushing water. Pushing aside orange-leaved croton shrubs, he headed down into a shallow canyon, lined with jungle on either side, with a large stream at the bottom. The situation was idyllic.
Clean fresh water gushed in a series of small waterfalls and pools, the stream widening into a natural swimming pool some 30 meters below, full of barbels and cichlids. In the gallery forest along the stream grew sycamore figs, sterculias, pawpaws, palms, masuku, tamarinds and other trees whose fruits had attracted hornbills, turacos and colobus monkeys. There were many other fine trees including a heavily fluted msisi, 30 meters high and over a meter in bole diameter with dense foliage and small, round, succulent fruit. Unless a visitor were looking for it they would not see it, but a third of the way up Tarzan had built a small platform of poles that rested on several stout branches. A single bit ax was securely tied higher in the tree.
With an agile bound he gained a lower branch and climbed up into the sheltering verdure of the tree, moving with the ease and speed of a monkey. He dropped his backpack on the floor of the platform, looped his bow and quiver on a branch within easy reach. Climbing down the tree, he dropped gently onto the soft earth. A gentle breeze felt good on his body and, breathing deeply and exhaling quietly, Tarzan spread his feet, leaned back indulgently against the msisi, and ran his fingers through his recently cropped black hair.
Tarzan walked to where a slender rattan palm, perfect to make fish traps, was climbing over a muringa 15 meters tall. The large red segmented seedpods of sterculias lay on the ground, shattered where they had fallen, their oily black seeds exposed. Then Tarzan froze. Ahead of him was a shelter built by some traveler in the jungle, who had selected two lines of saplings, cleared the ground between them of obstructions and lashed the tops together with vines to form a frame, before weaving branches between them and consolidating with ferns and turf.
For a moment Tarzan stood motionless, his quick golden-brown eyes scanning the area. Then he leaped into the air, grasping a low-hanging branch of the muringa, and disappeared into the foliage above. He sat crouched on his haunches, supporting himself with one hand on the tree trunk. He must have sat there about ten minutes, watching, until from a great mass of impenetrable foliage several yards away emerged the tall powerful form and tawny tousled head of Ryan Lindstrom. The mercenary was walking not with the watchful look of an intruder but rather the masterful stride of a territorial male walking his boundaries. Like Tarzan, he was clad only in a loincloth with a hunting knife hanging low on his hip, his solid muscular body burned brown by exposure.
Tarzan dropped to the ground, alighting catlike upon all fours far outspread to take up the shock. He was on his feet in an instant. Ryan gazed slackjawed at the bronzed vista before him.
The jungle man's physique was just plain breath-taking, his proportions just about perfect. Broad-shouldered but narrow-waisted, powerful but graceful, Tarzan's straight and strong figure was iron-muscled as the best of the ancient Roman gladiators must have been muscled, yet with the sinuous curves of a young Greek god. Long and lithe and muscled, it told at a glance a wondrous combination of enormous strength with suppleness and speed. Ryan's eyes skimmed the graceful lines of the strongly sinewed legs that had the definition of fine marble sculpture, the laddered abdominals that flowed seamlessly into the loinclothed groin, the massive pecs and big arms, the handsome head upon those broad shoulders. The strong jaw was slightly stubbled, but there was little hair on Tarzan's chest to ruffle the rippling surfaces.
Tarzan walked slowly toward Ryan, hands out and open. A hunger grew in the mercenary's eyes as he took in Tarzan's approaching body, the hunger of a young buck when he sees the seasoned older warrior and wonders if he can do it, if he can take his elder down. Just like the young gunfighters must have eyed men like Bat Masterson, Wyatt Earp, and a hundred other unsung heroes in the Wild West in hopes of taking them down and taking their place. Tarzan stopped a few paces away and regarded Ryan with his fine, clear eyes.
"I am James Greystoke, but mostly I am called Tarzan," said the jungle man, and he tried for a smile but it came out somewhat crooked.
"Yes indeed, I have heard of you. You are a great chief of the Mananga, people say. My name is Ryan Lindstrom, and I am a chief too, of the Azuna."
"I have heard of you, too," said Tarzan politely. "But you are in Mananga territory now."
Ryan's eyes narrowed into two slits of fire. "This is Azuna territory, and you know it! And now this is also my territory."
Tarzan flushed angrily. "I have been coming here for two years! And the land around Mume Mke has always been sacred ground for the Mananga." He pointed off to where Mume Mke towered as a distant backdrop.
"Whether you have been coming here for years or not, your Mananga myths don't give you a right to claim Azuna territory."
The two powerful young men eyed each other silently with appraising looks, their eyes glittering, lips slightly apart, two beautiful, muscular, powerful specimens of manhood in its prime.
"Care to settle this like a man, Tarzan?" Ryan broke into the silence.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I've heard the Mananga wrestle," Ryan said.
"Yes, they do. It's a very popular sport. Do you wrestle?" Tarzan asked.
Ryan nodded. "Not as much as I used to, but I could give you a little demonstration. Think you could keep up with me?" The jungle man didn't miss the arrogant challenge in the mercenary's voice.
"I'll try not to leave you too far behind me." Tarzan was in the mood for a challenge, especially an arrogant one.
"OK, we wrestle for this place. No kicking, punching, clawing or biting. Also, all sensitive parts are off-limits. Just wrestling. Match ends when the loser admits defeat or gives up."
"Fine, let's do it" said Tarzan.
The contestants circled around each other, slowly. Tarzan raised his muscular arms inviting Ryan to a test of strength. Their big square hands locked together. Their biceps bulged and hardened, their pecs thickened and tensed, their leg muscles flexed and rippled, as each tried to force the other down on to his knees.
Suddenly Ryan stuck his right leg out and foot swept Tarzan, but went crashing over as well, and they toppled together onto the ground. They writhed and twisted together, rolling crazily around the ground, grunting and panting, fighting for top position, each trying to pin the other. Their mighty legs were locked right down to their bare feet, applying so much pressure they could have broken most men's legs. Their loinclothed manshafts jammed and rammed tight together as their sweat-streaked muscular bodies intertwined in battle. Both could feel a violent warmth surge through their chests and balls. Huge cocks began to lengthen and harden within loincloths filling with precum and sweat. The two hard-muscled fighting men were becoming aroused, thrusting their impressive bulges into each other, their sinewy bodies locked together in a raw cock combat that neither had expected.
Ripping their loincloths off they scrambled to a kneeling position facing one another, blatantly showing off their magnificent stiff, erect and swollen dicks, so hard they didn't stand out but were pressed up against quivering bellies. Their eyes were staring, glued to each other. Even as each turned the other on like a 250 watt bulb, there was also some strange animal-like animosity, and their looks spoke in almost equal shares of aggression and lust.
"Like what you see?" Tarzan asked suddenly. "Yes," Ryan answered, not hesitating at all even though his voice was rough and scratchy as if from disuse.
"You still want to wrestle me? If I win, I get your hole. You win, you get mine."
Ryan was more than horny enough to find that challenge worth taking. "Deal" he said.
Tarzan was immediately on his feet. Carefully observing his opponent, he stooped to gather some sterculia seeds. Ryan stood up, his eyes roaming over the sight of the roundest, tightest pair of glutes he had ever seen. He followed Tarzan's example, and each slicked up his fingers with the seeds, then stroked his cock.
The two men looked at each other from head to toe and all in between, cocks stirring at the sight. Slowly they walked toward each other, their cocks like flagpoles and their eyes full of anger but also excitement. Then they were standing three feet apart, watching each other intently. Two hard-muscled big-dicked studs, strong and proud, holding their cocks stiff in their hands, rock hard, pulsing with irresistible intention. They both paused, momentarily unsure of what to do. Tarzan came closer. Both guys altered their footing to bring their cockheads just an inch apart, precum oozing from their piss slits. Their dicks flexed instinctively. Their cockheads touched, they pressed their piss slits together, both cocks throbbing and pumping out more precum to join them. And it was like each stud's precum was pouring into the other's cock. Each felt the other's power flowing into his body, the other's strength fill his own cock and balls. They came chest to chest, face to face, nose to nose, their nips touching, the power of life itself shooting all through their magnificently muscled bodies. They had fire in their eyes and all they could think of was each other and their battle, at the end of which one of them was going to get an ass fucking like never before.
"Listen to me" growled Tarzan, toe to toe with Ryan, his expression hard and aggressive. "You are going to be my bitch, and I'm going to fuck you hard and you are going to take it."
Ryan's face had developed a similar frown / snarl. "I didn't say I was going to let you" Ryan said in a thick, husky voice. "I'm gonna give you a real man's protein, my protein, up your pussy. Your ass looks pretty nice, and I'm gonna fuck it and maul it, and dump load after load of my cum up it, and I'm gonna pound the fuck out of you for moving in on my territory."
Glaring at each other they locked up. Thick arms flashed around muscular frames, grinding their massive pecs harder and harder, straining to hold each other tighter and tighter. They looked like fighters in the middle of the ring... a jungle ring. And there the two naked muscular men stood and wrestled, up and down and round, till the long grass was stamped hard beneath their big bare feet. Their dicks went limp as they grappled each other, wrestling to be the one who took the other; veins, biceps, and triceps bulging; thighs taut with flexed muscle. Before long the two were sweating, making their muscles gleam as they continued their struggles.
Then Ryan slipped on Tarzan's sweaty shoulders, Tarzan pushed, and they fell sideways in a sweaty tangle to the ground. They moved swiftly apart, rolling their bodies over the ground. Ryan reacted fast, trying to stand up, but Tarzan fell like a panther on his back and tackled him to the ground, firmly placing a muscular right arm around Ryan's neck. Ryan caught Tarzan's hard forearm, trying to break free, but Tarzan locked his right arm in place by grabbing his right wrist with his left hand and squeezing tighter, barely allowing Ryan to breath. Ryan knew he had no chance to move it now. The big round biceps of the jungle man pressing the mercenary's throat was like a ball of iron.
Tarzan's huge cock grew quickly as it rubbed up between the smooth muscular cheeks of Ryan's tight ass. "Do you surrender?" asked Tarzan in Ryan's ear. For a moment there was no reply, and Tarzan added a few more ounces of pressure. "Do you give?" repeated Tarzan. "I give!" cried Ryan. Ryan could feel the jungle man's swelling rod pressed against him, nuzzling the cleft of his ripe firm buttocks. Precum was drooling from the end of Tarzan's prick. "Listen," said Tarzan, easing up a trifle, but not releasing his hold. "There is only one man who can be called Lord of the Jungle, and that is me, Tarzan."
Tarzan began to probe with his fully erect meat, eager to fuck Ryan's beaten ass. He pressed the hard, wet head of his hugely engorged cock against Ryan's puckered anus and pushed. Ryan resisted and gave a loud cry of pain that was muffled when Tarzan's vise grip intensified. Tarzan spoke into Ryan's ear again.
"Ever been fucked before?"
"No." There was stoic resignation behind the reply.
"The more you resist, the more this is going to hurt. Get it?"
Tarzan set himself again and pushed forward, and this time the swollen head of his manhood slipped inside. Tarzan thrust in immediately, seeking the heat. The resistance of Ryan's tight passage caused his lengthy cock to bend but he pressed further, sliding in slowly, increasing his depth until he was fully sheathed in Ryan's cherry ass. The whole of his great fucking dick was in, right up to the hilt. He had won that hot, tight, muscular rear end, spoils of combat, and now he would put his mark on what he had taken.
Wrapping both his formidable arms tightly around Ryan's neck, Tarzan drew back his hips. Using his body weight and powerful leg muscles, he plowed into Ryan's tight cave, nearly tearing at the wall of Ryan's rectum as he impaled the mercenary on his manhood. "AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!" choked Ryan, as he was skewered onto Tarzan's throbbing erection, all the way to the thick root. He felt like a pole had been shoved up his butthole.
A guttural roar came from Tarzan and he exploded into action, powering in and out, forcing his huge penis between Ryan's sweaty butt cheeks and deep into the mercenary's body, slamming his hairy groin into Ryan's smooth cheeks as he methodically raped his brawny opponent. He fucked Ryan hard, as if he would kill the other man that way, holding and humping Ryan so tight and hard that the guy could hardly breathe. Ryan's tight ass was engorged and full, and he moaned as Tarzan's thick iron-hard shaft slid firmly into him again and again. That great cock felt like it was a burning spear roughly stabbing him. Ryan struggled, and the two muscular men fought as the long rape continued. But Tarzan was clearly dominant. He held Ryan tightly and rode out Ryan's struggles, raping Ryan with strong thrusts from his muscular ass, squeezing Ryan's windpipe whenever the other man tried to escape, fucking the mercenary into dazed surrender. Tarzan plunged deep and hard and screwed Ryan's ass as if he wanted it to belong to him. As if he owned this ass and he was marking his territory. Tarzan's cock was saying "make no mistake, this ass is mine."
Tarzan could not remember ever being so aggressive with his sex, with his strength. He could not remember ever wanting to use the power of his body to force himself onto another, but now as he did this a new lust was awakened in him. The incredible sensations were physical, but they also were something far more guttural and instinctual. With each hard thrust he was claiming this strong, powerful stud he had fought for dominance; with each undulation of his sinewy form he tightened up on Ryan. It felt so good, so incredibly good. Tarzan heard himself grunting as if it was coming from somewhere else.
Ryan felt his own brawny body rubbing from top to toe with Tarzan's masculine form as the jungle man plowed Ryan's ass, skin-to-skin, grinding himself against Ryan's broad back, grunting his pleasure. To his amazement, the mercenary's own cock began to stir. The pain was excruciating (he had never experienced a dick before, never mind one this thick and long), and he knew he was being raped, but his body was totally aroused by the penetration. The pleasure was so intense, so blinding... Ryan's breaths came as rasps and his skin glowed hot and red. He writhed and pushed up and thrust back with his body, physically aroused and in full must, as Tarzan's pythonic embrace relaxed. The two men's deeply tanned bodies interlaced strongly on the ground, two mighty muscled animals of absolute lust, drowning in a hot raw fuck.
Tarzan slammed inside Ryan over and over again, ripping him open and showering him with pleasure. Ryan's mouth opened in a hoarse scream as he thrust his ass back at Tarzan. "OH my GOD! Tarzan... Sweet fuck!" Bracing his legs, Tarzan placed his rough muscular hands on the mercenary's lean hips and pulled Ryan up until the tawny-haired musclestud was kneeling beneath him on all fours, then began to set up a rhythm inside Ryan. Tarzan's powerful bronzed thighs slapped noisily against Ryan's tanned, sweat-slick asscheeks each time he lunged forwards, the two men's heavy massive balls swinging back and forth and banging together. Each time Tarzan hunched forward a low moan escaped Ryan's parted lips, betraying the intense pleasure Tarzan's cock instilled in him with every powerful thrust. Ryan was suprised to realize that he was pushing up into Tarzan's thrusts with gusto, that he was turning into Tarzan's fucking animal right here on the forest floor.
They didn't know how long they fucked. Time meant nothing... just sensation. Tarzan slowed his strokes and Ryan grunted, then groaned, then yelled as the jungle man's muscular right hand reached down around Ryan's hip, taking a firm grip on the other stud's dick. Tarzan resumed his quick slapping tempo, moving deeply, fucking that tight writhing ass, and began moving his hand against Ryan's long cock to the same frantic rhythm. Ryan began a keening, urgent chant. "Ooooh fuuuuck... Ooooh fuuuuck... Ooooh fuuuuck... " Tarzan's hips caught the rhythm of Ryan's words, pulling out with each 'ooooh' and shoving back as deeply as possible on the 'fuuuuuck'. Both words and movements set the pace for Tarzan's hand, gripped tightly around Ryan's hard shaft, palming slickly over the top before sliding back down to tighten at the base, letting Ryan fuck Tarzan's hand at his own pace.
"OhjesusohfuckohgodohFUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Ryan hollered as he came, and Tarzan felt the liquid heat roll over his fist in pulsing waves. Ryan's head came up, held in a tight straining rictus of pleasure for several long, throbbing, squeezing moments as he convulsed. Tarzan groaned loudly as the muscular slabs of Ryan's backside tightened, gripping him hard. The jerk on Tarzan's cock felt like an industrial milking pump run amok.
Tarzan let go of the spent cock and slid his cum-covered hand back around, taking a firm grip on the mercenary's hips as he continued fucking Ryan. Ryan squirmed against Tarzan, grinding his tight asshole around that stiffly sliding cock. Ryan's rear end felt like a hot, velvet glove around Tarzan's cock, and the jungle man's teeth were clenched as he fucked into Ryan.
Tarzan was getting to the point of no return, and Ryan could sense that the stud on top was going to blow his wad. Tarzan's cock was wood hard, his balls bursting, his breathing shallow and urgent. He was off his head with sensual pleasure, heat spreading like wildfire from his balls to his cock. He bucked against Ryan, once, twice, then with a desperate shove he exploded powerfully, pumping the violated asshole with man cum, filling Ryan's innards with his hot seed. Tarzan's climax seemed endless, his cock spurting jet after jet of sperm deep inside Ryan's seething ass. Finally, Tarzan held still, the weight of him plastered to Ryan's back, his hands gripping the mercenary's hips, his cock still buried deep within Ryan's fantastically tight shit-tube.
Ryan's ass felt so good, gripping him in a heated, satiny vise, that Tarzan still had a deliciously heavy feeling between his legs. Tarzan raised his head and gazed down at where their flesh met and became one, at the taut, perfect asscheeks that beckoned him. His breath quickened, a wonderful sort of tension pulling at his groin, the urge already stirring there to have this big hard stud again serve his cock.
Tarzan pulled free of Ryan's body and roughly turned Ryan over, then stood over the mercenary, legs firmly planted apart, the muscles of his belly flexing tightly with each breath, as his mighty manrammer thickened and rose. Ryan felt a jolt of excitement and stared. With one hand under each armpit, Tarzan literally dragged Ryan to his feet and over to a grey-barked meali tree with large, heart-shaped leaves. There, Tarzan turned Ryan around and leaned him chest-first up against the tree. Stepping up to Ryan, the jungle man put both hands on the mercenary's hips, and Ryan shifted, legs spread a little, offering his muscular buttocks.
Tarzan's hard tool slid up and down Ryan's crack. Then the first gentle nudge, dickhead seeking and finding asshole, another nudge this time a little more brutal, then another and another, repeatedly teasing the quivering, pulsating hole, driving it crazy as though it had a life of its own and almost making it beg. Now the nudge changed to push, and then with a sudden unexpected thrust, the big mushroom head slid roughly inside. Tarzan drove his thick long staff inward, hissing with pleasure as the moist passage pressed around his member. Ryan gave a cry from deep within his guts as a rapid rush of lust and tension soared through him.
With an outward pushing pressure of knees inside of knees, Tarzan spread Ryan's legs wider, and the fuck had begun. Four sun-bronzed legs, thickly muscled and intensely defined, becoming two as Tarzan delivered a standing fuck into Ryan's firm buttocks; Tarzan's heaving muscular chest pressing against Ryan's broad, smooth, sweaty back; Tarzan's mega-pumped-up dick working in and out of Ryan's tight chute; the lewd, resounding, smacking noises of the ramming and the thrusting lost in a continuous, inhuman grunting of renewed lust...
Tarzan rocked his groin into Ryan's cheeks, sliding his cock up and down inside the mercenary's ass, feeling that asshole alternately relax and contract in response to his probing and pushing. Ryan's cock swelled again because Tarzan was glancing off the hottest part inside him, and because he liked the masculinity, the maleness, of two big, muscular, handsome specimens of manhood having sex standing up, heavily locked together with that enflamed cock plunging deeper and harder up and into that gluttonous asshole. He groaned louder as each thrust from Tarzan's hips drove his groin into the tree, as the mercenary's own hard cock rubbed into the hard rough bark, but never once did that ass resist the fucking Tarzan was giving it. Ryan braced himself against the tree and pushed his ass back harder against Tarzan's groin, opening that ass even more for that wonderful prick, sticking himself again and again on the rock-hard column of Tarzan's manhood. His eyes rolled back as he growled and snarled and swore at Tarzan as Tarzan kept feeding punishing lengths of hardon into Ryan's tight bunghole.
Their guttural gruntings grew heavier and rougher as Tarzan fucked hard with divine precision, driving his thick long cock into Ryan from behind. Tarzan's lip curled in a manic snarl as he thrust faster and harder into the beefy mercenary's butt. Ryan's tunnel was a slick furnace burning up the length of Tarzan's cock as he slammed in and out of the other man, his every nerve locked in erotic pleasure, excited by the tight sweetness of Ryan's ass. Ryan could feel Tarzan's climax approaching as the mercenary's ass was penetrated repeatedly by the massive invader, its owner grunting as he felt the cum boiling in his balls again, seeking release. Tarzan felt that familiar rumbling in the base of his cock, felt the head of his dick jerking and twitching inside Ryan's ass, felt his balls contracting as they prepared to explode and release themselves of the new load they'd churned up.
Then with a strangled cry Tarzan buried himself in Ryan's willing body to the hilt, unleashing a torrent of cum from his mighty cock, a river of sperm that flowed copiously into Ryan's cavern, mixing with the cum already there. Tarzan remained motionless as he drained his balls deep into Ryan's guts, his throat constricted with the paralysis of his pleasure. Then with a harsh, loud breath Tarzan's head fell on Ryan's shoulders, his demon cock deflating with sudden and complete satiation.
They stood there, breathing hard, Ryan feeling against his back the deep rising and falling of Tarzan's attempts to recover his own breath. "Oh man," Ryan groaned. Tarzan chuckled, though it came out more as a gasping cough, and he took a nip at a meaty, sweaty shoulder before easing his hips back, pulling his soft cock out.
Ryan quickly turned around, his rampant erection solidifying as his cobalt blue eyes roamed over Tarzan's fantastically masculine body, assessing the jungle man's brawny magnificence. Tarzan's cock hung limply from his crotch, glistening with his spooge. Even now, with it limp, it was a massive organ. Tarzan in turn watched Ryan with admiration. Ryan was a spectacular sight, big and imposing and hard. His eager hot cock was a truly magnificent specimen of manhood, solid, veined, straight and throbbing with stored power.
Then, quick as thought, Ryan bent over. Tarzan didn't have time to brace himself before Ryan flipped Tarzan over the mercenary's back and onto the ground, knocking him flat on his front.
Ryan had been waiting for his moment to flip Tarzan over. He hadn't wanted to spoil Tarzan's second explosive orgasm. But at the same time Ryan wanted to make his move as soon as the jungle man weakened, to show his own virility, the intensity of his drive to have for himself the pleasure of mounting that round hard butt. He crouched behind Tarzan, leaning over him. "...My turn..." Ryan snarled in a deep husky tone, balancing on his left hand and his knees. He spat into his right hand and worked his tool, holding it firmly. "It's SO HARD, it practically HURTS!!" Ryan muttered.
Tarzan did his part by raising his hips, bracing himself on his thick forearms, ass up, shoulders down, legs splayed, perfectly positioned, displaying his powerful build with all the apparent unconcern of a male centerfold. Perfect twin globes of muscle, bronzed and glistening with sweat, lay beneath Ryan's eyes, the tight butt arched up, providing a peek into Tarzan's ass crack, making the mercenary shudder with anticipation. It was a perfect picture. Ryan's gaze glazed as he stared down at this magnificent specimen.
"Aw, fuck, Tarzan, you don't know how much I want you, man!"
"You want to fuck me," Tarzan said softly but calmly. "Takes a real man. So show me what a real man you are."
"Then get ready for the fuck of your life, Tarzan, because I'm gonna fuck you from here to China so hard you'll never forget it."
Ryan's cock was greasy from his saliva and precum. He held the cum-filled weapon hard and firm, right down at the base. He placed one hand on those lean hips and nudged against Tarzan's pucker with the thick purple head of his pulsing cock. Biting his bottom lip in concentration, Ryan began to press forward into the jungle man, completely exalted as he felt Tarzan's ass muscles close in around him, squeezing him, pulling him inside. The rim of Tarzan's ass was so tight that it hurt, but Ryan slid past it into the hot canal beyond. He didn't stop until he was nestled all the way inside, his balls resting against Tarzan's scrotum, the base of his big fucker hugged by that tight ring of muscle, that firm taut ass spread wide and strained by the bulk of Ryan's stiff flesh inside it.
Tarzan felt the mercenary's firm, washboard stomach press up against his back as Ryan just lay there for a minute, moaning, his cock engulfed, finding ecstasy in the incredible tightness of the jungle man's passage. "This is unbelievable... You feel so nice." Then, supporting his body on straightened arms either side of Tarzan's head, Ryan looked down at the juncture of their bodies ... to observe ... to witness the incomparable Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, lie beneath him, impaled on his thick tool, waiting for Ryan to fuck that perfect sun bronzed ass. Ryan shivered with heat and lust, his fuckpole encased in the grip of Tarzan's tunnel, a warmth and tingling spreading throughout his body, transmitted by the taut muscles surrounding his flesh.
Ryan pulled back slowly, inhaling sharply. "Yeah," Tarzan assented, as with a loud grunt Ryan shoved in up to the hilt. "Show me. Do me. Ah, that's good..." Ryan started stroking his cock deep within the jungle man's tightly clasping rectum, quickly going from a slow and steady rhythm to a quicker one, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh playing counterpart to both men's grunts and moans. Then the sex was slow and languorous, as Ryan rocked his hips against Tarzan's to slide home smoothly and sweetly as he set up a lazy rhythm. It felt unbelievably good around his prick.
Again Ryan began to move within Tarzan with greater speed and force, feeling that asshole part around his assaulting piston. Tarzan moved back and forth, meeting every one of Ryan's strokes, as he felt the power of an 'equal' lover ... a manly, masculine, hard body on his own. Sweat dripped down off Ryan's body onto Tarzan's back, the mercenary's thick shaft plowing into Tarzan's guts, changing rhythm, speed, depth, and angle numerous times.
Ryan gripped Tarzan's hips tightly as he rammed into the jungle man, pulling the other stud in hard against his hips with each stroke. Ryan bit his lip painfully with the exertion, fucking Tarzan harder than he'd ever fucked anyone in his life, feeling like he wanted to do it forever. Nasty little slapping sounds echoed as Ryan fucked hard and stroked long. "Feels good," Tarzan grunted, lolling his head down and thrusting up his awesomely chiseled torso with one jerk of his muscular arms. "UHHMMMUUHH", Ryan moaned in the affirmative, running his thick strong hands up Tarzan's ridged abs and thick pecs, letting out little gasps as he fucked Tarzan's tight, tanned butt. Thrust, thrust, thrust.
The heat of Tarzan's inner body stoked the burning in Ryan's pulsing organ, slowly driving Ryan to madness. He was no longer a man, but some kind of beast fucking its mate. Ryan threw his arms around Tarzan's hard chest and ripped stomach and squeezed in tight, holding Tarzan's muscular body close to him, driving his cock as deep into it as possible. The mercenary's mind was in pure euphoria, his chest heaving in anticipation of the hottest and biggest orgasm of his life, his breath becoming harsh and shallow. The air on Ryan's face felt electrically charged; his entire body was getting hotter, burning from the inside out, every inch of his skin on fire as he slammed into Tarzan's tight hot manly asshole. Over and over Ryan's groin smacked off Tarzan's butt, thrusting so hard that Tarzan's entire body moved under him. Ryan could feel their big masculine nuts bounce off each other. Tarzan could hear and feel Ryan growling above him and suddenly Ryan's mouth was gnawing, biting at his neck and upper back. Soon Ryan's spit and sweat ran down Tarzan's neck and back. Tarzan didn't say anything, but he let growls of pleasure escape from his mouth.
Finally Ryan's jackhammer strokes became faster and incredibly stronger. The feel of the powerful body moving below him, the realization that it was Tarzan he was riding, that the unbidden sounds from Tarzan's lips were being wrung by his manhood, all finally proved too much for Ryan's control. His mouth gripped Tarzan's neck in almost a painful grip. And then he was shooting, burying his cock in Tarzan's ass to the balls, the liquid fire running up the shaft of his manhood and jetting out, as Ryan nearly passed out from the amount of energy rushing through him. He didn't breathe for what felt like twenty full seconds as jet after jet of pearly white cum was injected deep into Tarzan's bowels, coating the jungle man's insides. Ryan's cock twitched as it delivered its load, paying homage to Tarzan's incredible body as it took shot after shot after shot of his hot thick fluid.
They ended up collapsed and panting with just enough strength left for silly, sated smiles, limp and sprawled over the ground. After a few endless minutes, Ryan rubbed Tarzan's hip in warning, then slowly eased out of Tarzan's wet hole and flopped over onto his back. A muscled arm slid around Ryan's waist, pulling him into a loose embrace, sweat cooling on their bodies. They lay like that for a long time.
Ryan let out a sigh of immense satisfaction. "Man, this was great" Ryan told Tarzan. "You've got the greatest ass I've not only ever seen, but ever fucked. Better than any pussy I've ever had."
A deep chuckle answered Ryan, and Tarzan gathered Ryan closer, intertwining their legs, the two men rubbing themselves on naked skin with simple enjoyment at the contact. "I know a good fuck when I get one, and you did me real good. You were fucking your cock inside me like some goddamn stud bull! And I've never had a pussy as hot as your eager asshole. Are you sure it was the first time for you? Screwing your hot, tight, beautiful ass must have been the best sex I've ever had in my life."
"Was good here too," Ryan admitted. "I've never had a man up me before, but I enjoyed having you fuck me. Never thought that losing a match would feel so good. I guess if any man is going to fuck me, you're the right man to do it. But I have a real issue there. I prefer you to be the one screaming for more."
Tarzan laughed as he said he could feel that in him. "But I think we're going to have to meet here a few more times to review that 'position'." Ryan saw Tarzan's cock getting stiff again.
Two months later, Tarzan received a message from Ryan. "I think we need to review our positions on that issue again."