Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2002 18:40:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Collage Maker
Subject: Tarzan and the Mercenary

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."