Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 14:31:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Collage Maker
Subject: Tarzan and Jake

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...