THE KING by Fabiano Fabris ffabris@gic.it 27/01/96 Released into the public domain No fee may be charged for access to this text! ==================================================================== Preface ------- The sun peeked over the horizon and, deciding it liked what it saw, began to rise. Light exploded over the lush forest and within a few minutes, whisps of vapor began to rise as the dew evaporated. Soon, the light touched a tall tree with a broad crown, in which an unusual nest had been built. A beam filtered through the leaves and touched delicately upon an ankle. As the sun rose higher, the light spread further, traveling up firm calves, covered in black hair, then up over massive thighs, where the hair was a little thinner. The light passed, almost embarrassed, up to a man's groin. Here the black hair grew very thickly, and in it nestled a soft but very large penis, below which hung a pair of furry and unusually large testicles. The light moved onward, exploring this human. Slim hips, a rippling abdomen split down the middle by a fine line of the same black hair, an incredibly massive chest which the hair covered completely and which was decorated by two large and prominent nipples, broad shoulders, a powerful neck, and the head. The man's hair was jet black, shaggy and long, reaching well past his shoulders. His eyes, had they been open, would have matched his hair color. He had a square jaw and a slight growth of beard. The sun paused in its passage, looking down upon this perfect specimen of manhood, before proceeding on its journey across the shy. The man stirred as the warmth penetrated his body and turned over abruptly, revealing his broad, smooth back and round, firm and considerably hairy buttocks. The sun returned briefly to warm his anus before continuing on it way. The man turned over again, his penis stirring slightly, and his eyes opened. A new day had begun for the King of the Jungle. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 1 - THE EXPLORER ------------------------ The man, who as a child had been called James but now was known as Tarzan, stood and stretched his huge body. His bladder needed release so he went to the side of his nest and released a heavy flow of piss into the leaves below. That done, he clambered easily down the tree and headed for the small lake nearby. He dived into the warm water and swam powerfully to the opposite shore. There was no purpose in this other than washing off and waking up. As he neared the shore, he saw smoke. A forest fire? No, there wasn't enough of it. Curious, he lengthened his strokes and soon reached a small beach. Standing on the sand, he looked, puzzled, at the remnants of a camp fire. Other humans! His eyes moved over to a form huddled under a blanket. Tarzan knelt by the blanket and slowly drew it back. It was a man, and white man just as he was, the first he'd seen as far as he could remember. Tarzan gently pulled the blanket completely away. He was quite surprised to find that the white man had a cloth covering his middle. He'd never seen anyone with a covering on his body, if not to keep warm at night. The man was on his side, facing Tarzan. His body was firm, but had very little hair. This did not surprise Tarzan, because most of the dark men he had seen also did not have much hair on their bodies. When Kurt opened his eyes, he almost leapt up. There, leaning over him, was a man. No, a HUNK! He'd heard stories, of course, but had never believed them. Now, seeing this naked white man, he knew they were true. His eyes travelled over the massively muscled and hairy body till they locked on Tarzan's crotch. His cock was impressive, to say the least! Even soft, it looked over 7 inches long! Kurt looked back up at Tarzan's face and smiled as he reached for the King's meat. Tarzan returned the smile. He knew what was happening. He'd learned all about sex as a very young boy when the Dark Men who had found him used his body for their pleasure. Even the apes who had rescued him had done so on occasion, but as he grew up, he began to do the same. Then there was the occasional tangle with the Dark Men: sometimes they managed to catch him and use him, but only because he let them; he'd wanted contact with other humans, to feel them inside him. And on as many occasions, he used them. Tarzan smiled as the white man toyed with his organ, watching it grow to its full size. Erect, it was somewhere between 13 and 14 inches long, and very thick. He sat back on his haunches, knees spread wide. His balls hung low between his thighs and his cock stood straight up against his abdomen. Tarzan pulled Kurt up into a sitting position and, with a deft movement, ripped Kurt's underwear off him. Kurt's erection sprang free. Even at 9 inches, it was much smaller than Tarzan's. But then again, most men's were. Tarzan smiled broadly when he saw that this was a real man after all. He lay face down on Kurt's blanket and spread his buns, then looked over his shoulder. The invitation was clear! Kurt watched, dumbfounded, as Tarzan's anus opened slightly. He'd never seen anyone with such perfect control over his body. But he was not about to pass up a unique opportunity! So he leaned forward and buried his face between those perfect mounds of muscle. Tarzan groaned deep in his chest. He'd never felt anything like that before! He'd been fucked countless times, but no one had ever licked him there before. He spread his buns wider to make it easier for Kurt. Kurt's face was pressed into the hairy cleft as his tongue slid into Tarzan's ass. He was in heaven! He knew that he couldn't restrain himself for long, but that ass was simply too perfect. When Kurt finally sat up, he turned Tarzan onto his back. The King smiled broadly and lifted his legs high, spreading them as he grasped Kurt's rod and directed it to his anus. Kurt needed no further prompting and rammed his dick into that hot hole. Tarzan cried out in pure lust as Kurt sank into him. When Kurt's groin was pressed against the King's, he paused and reached for Tarzan's mammoth erection. Tarzan smiled as Kurt peeled back his foreskin. The dick was so big that Kurt could not close his fist round it. But when Tarzan's legs locked round his waist, Kurt stopped worrying and began fucking, thrusting his throbbing dick into that hairy ass. Tarzan's lust filled groans, coming from deep in his huge chest, filled the air, startling the birds into a flutter of wings. And Kurt felt a moment of panic because he knew that the tables would soon be turned. Kurt screamed when he came, and Tarzan laughed, not in mockery but in full understanding. When Kurt withdrew, Tarzan gently turned him onto his back and smothered him with light kisses. Tarzan picked Kurt up and carried him to the lake, walking in until they were both in the water. They laughed and frolicked until Tarzan pulled Kurt into his arms. Kurt could feel the other man's huge cock between his legs. Briefly he paused to think how silly the stories were in depicting Tarzan as wearing a loin cloth; nothing could cover that huge tool! Tarzan lifted one of Kurt's legs, his rod touched Kurt's anus. Kurt smiled and nodded, and then he felt the huge head enter him. Kurt screamed in pleasure as the enormous cock penetrated his body. He'd never taken one so big; it hurt, but felt great! Tarzan lifted Kurt completely off his feet as he slid into the other man's body. Holding Kurt tightly, he carried Kurt back to the beach. They dropped onto the blanket. Tarzan remained motionless for a few moments, knowing the white man would need to get used to the size of his rod. Their eyes met and Kurt fell in love. His hands roamed over the huge, hair covered pecs, playing with the King's large nipples. He moved his right hand down between his wide spread legs to feel the thick shaft where it penetrated his body. Tarzan laughed and lifted Kurt's head and shoulders up, leaning back as he did so, so Kurt could see as well as feel the point of their union. Tarzan lowered Kurt back onto the blanket and pushed with his feet, forcing Kurt's butt upward till only his head and shoulders were on the ground and the huge man was standing above him, still deeply embedded in his ass. Tarzan turned so he was at right angles to Kurt's body and, holding the man's legs straight up and spread, he began the ride, thrusting his great prick vertically in and out of that hungry ass. Kurt felt as thought he'd died and gone to heaven! The pain had long since given way to the purest ecstasy as his ass was violently invaded by the gargantuan cock. His own tool leaked pre-cum into his face but he could do nothing about it because he needed both arms to support himself. Once more their lust-filled cries echoed round the forest. Tarzan bellowed a blood-curdling cry as orgasm overcame him and he shot torrents of cum into Kurt's ravaged body. He remained motionless, gasping, as his balls pumped their load into the man's ass. Finally his breathing slowed and he gently lowered Kurt to the ground, his cock sliding out of the other man's butt. For a few moments, the two men stared at each other. The Tarzan smiled, turned and plunged back into the lake, swimming powerfully away. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 2 - RAPE ---------------- Kurt was very disappointed by Tarzan's sudden departure. He had hoped to get to know the legendary Jungle King, to try to learn his story. He sighed and fingered his sore anus, smearing the cum which leaked from it onto his balls. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the two black men until they were on him. The two men had been scouting for game when Tarzan's cries had drawn their attention. Very carefully, they had approached the beach and watched in growing lust as the King had taken the white man. They knew from experience not to make their presence known of the King would have fucked them as well; it had already happened. But when Tarzan left, they decided to take advantage of this other white man. Since Tarzan had left their village, white meat was a rarity! So they crept forward, making no sound, and by the time that Kurt became aware of them, it was too late. One of them sat heavily on Kurt's chest, blocking Kurt's arms with his legs. Trying not to panic, Kurt stared up at the dark skin of the man's broad back, and at his firm buns just inches from his face. He could feel strong arms spreading his legs and knew he was about to be raped even as he felt the erection touch his hole. Knowing that he could do nothing about it, Kurt decided to enjoy it. The man behind him gripped Kurt's thighs and yanked, impaling Kurt on his hard rod. The cock slid into Kurt's cum slick ass with ease. And as a result of being pulled, Kurt found the other man's balls resting on his lips. Pleasantly surprised, Kurt opened his mouth and swallowed them both. Evidently the surprise was mutual, because Kurt heard a gasp of pleasure as he licked the large, dark orbs. Kurt groaned on his mouthful of balls; the black man was fucking him brutally but Kurt's ass was well stretched out from Tarzan's cock so he could take it - and enjoy it! He could feel every inch of that stiff black rod as it pounded in and out of his butt, and the man's grunts testified to his satisfaction. Then the balls were pulled from his mouth and Kurt got a brief glimpse of a powerful, smooth chest as the man shifted back to slide his rampant erection into Kurt's mouth. Kurt engulfed it willingly, relaxing to allow the ebony gland to slide down his throat. The man got into a push-up position and began screwing Kurt's face. His hands now free, Kurt gripped the man's firm butt, spreading the cheeks and urging him on. He'd come to discover the truth behind the legends of Tarzan and had discovered it. But he'd never bargained for this! The two blacks exploded almost at the same time. As Kurt felt the warm sperm fill his ass, another blast came down his throat. He was briefly sorry at not being able to taste it. As their orgasms subsided, the cock was withdrawn from Kurt's ass, while the other man collapsed onto Kurt's body, his cock still deep down Kurt's throat. A hand closed tightly round the base of Kurt's cock and balls and the two men talked. Kurt couldn't understand a word of it, but he was distracted by the rod he still had in his mouth; it had barely softened. Eventually, the two blacks stood. Using vines, they bound Kurt's wrists together and then his ankles. Then a stout branch was slipped through his bound limbs and he was lifted. With the ends of the branch on their shoulders, the two men started off, carrying Kurt like a dead animal. At least, Kurt thought wryly, he was being treated to the wonderful view of a magnificent set of buns, flexing as their owner walked. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 3 - CAPTURE ------------------- They arrived at a village among much hooting from the rest of the tribe. Everyone came out to look at the white man. He was set carefully down on the ground, and his captors both placed a foot on his chest, which Kurt took to mean that he was their property. Everyone here was naked, and Kurt saw that all the men were very well built - and well endowed! Despite himself, Kurt felt his cock grow. Suddenly, the commotion ceased and the throng parted to make way for a tall, massive man. Kurt guessed that this was their chief in that he was the only one who wore any kind of ornaments: both his nipples were pierced. The man stopped near Kurt's head and looked down. Kurt looked up at his equipment, which was impressive to say the least: even soft it was bigger than most men's erections! Above that, Kurt could see the man's huge pecs, capped by large nipples, from each of which hung a gold ring. The chief spoke a few words and Kurt's captors untied him and stepped away. The chief moved to stand between Kurt's legs. He lifted his foot and toed Kurt's balls. Kurt stifled a groan. The chief nodded and spoke again, then turned and walked away. Kurt was dragged to his feet by his two captors and led after the chief. The village was small, and little existed even to justify calling it one. It was a large clearing in the forest, dotted with less than a dozen huts made of sticks and thatch. It was toward the larger of these that Kurt was led. The chief entered first and Kurt and his captors followed. A pile of skins in one corner indicated a sleeping area. Otherwise, the hut was almost empty. But near the skins stood a pair of upright poles. To these Kurt was led and tied, arms and legs spread wide. The chief barked and order and the other men left hastily. The muscular black man walked over to stand in front of his white captive. He reached for Kurt's balls, hefting and pulling on them. Kurt groaned and his growing dick drooled pre-cum onto the man's hand. Then the chief circled round behind Kurt. Kurt felt strong hands on his butt, spreading his cheeks. A finger touched his anus, thrust inside, probing. Kurt couldn't contain a moan of pleasure. The finger withdrew. The hands gripped his waist. Something hard slid up the crevice of his ass. Kurt waited; he was about to be taken for the third time in one day! Kurt sighed when the rock hard tool lanced into his body; the entry was rough but not violent. The chief pressed his muscled body against Kurt's back, wrapping his arms round the white man's chest. After a moment's hesitation, Kurt rested his head back on the black man's shoulder. Both men groaned in lust as the chief began claiming his new slave. Keeping his arms round Kurt, the chief began thrusting his large cock in and out of the white ass. Kurt sorely wished he could jack off, but his binding prevented all but the tiniest movements. He could only watch his cock swing wildly at every thrust he took from behind. Suddenly, the chief bellowed; Kurt thought it was his orgasm until a young boy scampered into the hut and he realized it had been a command. The boy, maybe 15 years old and carrying a small bowl, knelt in front of Kurt and unceremoniously gripped Kurt's cock and began jacking it. Kurt gasped out loud and behind him, the massive chief laughed and continued his assault on Kurt's ass. Kurt writhed in passion; the powerful fucking combined with the boy's skillful manipulation of his member were quickly bringing him off. With a load moan, Kurt came, hard. And this evidently set off the chief, who with a growl, shot his hot jism into Kurt's already cum filled bowels. Both men were gasping as they released their cream, sweaty bodies pressed together, trembling at the sexual release. When Kurt finally regained himself enough to open his eyes, he saw the boy stand and, smiling broadly, hold up the bowl now filled with Kurt's man juice. The chief withdrew abruptly from Kurt's ass, moved round to the boy and took the bowl. Nodding in approval, the black lifted the bowl to his lips and drained it. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 4 - ALERT ----------------- Tarzan was peacefully pissing into a stream when he heard a twig break. Spinning round, he leapt into the bushes behind him, and landed square on top of a black man. The man struggled. But he knew he was no match for the King. And besides, he didn't really want to escape. Their chests were pressed together and already the black was getting hard at the feeling of the King's hairy chest rubbing over his own. So when Tarzan's legs pried his apart, the black stopped struggling altogether and grinned. Smiling in understanding, Tarzan raised his hips and slid his already throbbing erection under the man's large balls and into his eager ass. The black groaned as the huge organ entered him. He spread his legs and wrapped them round Tarzan's hips. He was young, maybe 17; he'd heard stories of Tarzan all his life and had wanted to try the real thing. His wish had now come true. So as the King's groin pressed against his buns, he reached up to rub the white man's rock hard pecs. The stories had not exaggerated in their description of the Jungle King, thought the boy. In fact, they didn't even do him justice. Nothing had prepared him for the incredible size of the cock which now filled him or for the power of the body which powered it in and out of his butt. Tarzan smiled down at the young black, full knowing that he was getting exactly what he wanted. But after a few more thrusts, he had an idea. Tarzan withdrew abruptly from the boy's ass and stood over him. He almost laughed at the look of disappointment on the boy's face. For a few moments, he just stood there, jacking his huge piece. Then he squatted down. The boy didn't realize what was about to happen until his cock head touched Tarzan's anus. Then he beamed. And Tarzan sat down hard. The boy yelped in pure surprise. And then he came. This time Tarzan did laugh, as he felt the boy's young juice shoot into him. When the boy's tremendous orgasm subsided, Tarzan grasped his own cock and began jacking it. Still sitting with the softening cock in his ass, he worked his rod hard. The boy muttered something as he watched, something about another white man. But it didn't register. Tarzan was close. And then he erupted, spewing his thick, abundant cream all over the boy's face and chest. It was only as he watched the boy scoop up the cum and lick it off his fingers that the words sank in. Tarzan leapt up and dragged the boy to his feet. "What white man?" The boy cowered and spilled the whole story immediately. Two weeks before, a white man had been found in the jungle and was now the chief's slave. Tarzan gave the boy a violent shove and vanished into the undergrowth. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 5 - THE SET-UP ---------------------- Tarzan knew that the only way to get into the village was to let himself be captured. So in a small clearing not far from the village, he sat under a tree and let out a bellow, knowing that it would attract attention. Then he lay back and relaxed to wait. Sure enough, it didn't take long for five scouts to come across the apparently sleeping King. They couldn't believe their luck. Of course, Tarzan was well aware of their presence, but gave no sign of it. He thought that he might as well make the best of the situation. And for that reason, he was lying face down with his legs spread wide apart. The five stared at the King's perfect, hair covered butt. They exchanged glances and nodded, then moved slowly closer. Suddenly, four of them leapt for Tarzan's arms and legs, spreading them wide apart. Tarzan pretended to struggle, but inside he was chuckling. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the fifth black already kneeling between his legs, and already erect. Nice cock, he thought. Better than that young boy's piece. And big balls, which promised a lot of cum. When the rod thrust into him, Tarzan let out of howl of pleasure. The black men misinterpreted his cry and laughed, pleased at the trophy they would be bringing back to the village - but after having had some fun! They pushed Tarzan onto his hands and knees and one of the men holding his arms moved in front of Tarzan. He looked at the ebony cock as it was directed at his lips: it was long and quite thick, and a drop of pre-cum had already formed at the tip. Below it, the man's balls hung low, swinging gently between powerful thighs. As the dark gland touched his lips, Tarzan opened his mouth and allowed it to be thrust down his throat. Just about then, the man fucking him grunted and shot hard. He was quickly replaced and another rod slid into the King's hairy butt. But it was just as quickly withdrawn. Tarzan was puzzled. The guy was sliding under him. Then Tarzan was made to sit back onto the hard pole. An instant later, Tarzan felt another cock head pressing against his anus. He grunted on his mouth full of dick as this second dong entered him, sliding up along the first. Tarzan had never taken two cocks at once before; now he wished he had! The sensations coming from his impossibly stretched ass were overwhelming! So much so, that he hardly noticed that the cock he was blowing was ejaculating until he was forced to swallow the abundant, thick sperm. The man pulled away and another dark shaft entered Tarzan's mouth and began pounding away. Brutally fucked at both ends, Tarzan was in bliss. This was how he liked it, hard and rough. He'd never known affection from another human being and so didn't know there were alternatives. The guy lying below the King was motionless, simply holding Tarzan's hips. He didn't need to do anything because all stimulation came from the second cock which was sliding alongside his. All three men were already close; the excitment in taking this powerful white man was too great. The bellowed when they came, almost simultaneously, releasing torrents of their cream into the King's body. Tarzan was trussed up much as Kurt had been, except that his struggles were faked. He was a bit put out that he hadn't been allowed to cum, but that would be taken care of in due course. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 6 - RESCUE ------------------ When Tarzan was carried into the village, he already knew what he would find, because he'd been here before, as a child, years ago. Kurt was tied, on his back, to a sort of wooden bench. His feet were bound to two poles set at one end of the bench, keeping his legs up and spread. Thus his anus and mouth were readily accessible to any who wanted to use them. And at that moment, they were both plugged by violently thrusting dicks. So Kurt did not witness Tarzan's arrival. Tarzan could see that the explorer's body was covered in dried and drying cum. He shook in suppressed rage. Tarzan was taken hurriedly straight to the chief's hut, so as to avoid too much commotion in the village. He was tied to the same stakes that had held Kurt on his arrival. The chief was evidently absent. One of the men held a large rod in front of Tarzan's face. Tarzan recognized it. It was a phallus, very long and thick. At the base, there were four straps. With an evil smirk, the man went round behind Tarzan and proceeded to force the huge dildo up the King's ass. Tarzan grimaced in pain and pleasure as he was violated by the wooden cock. Two of the straps were tied round his waist; the other two passed between his legs and tied to the first two, so ensuring that the rod would not slip out. Then he was left alone. Tarzan knew he had to act fast. Gathering his strength, he began his silent but powerful summons to his friends, the animals of the jungle. Only after many minutes, when he was sure his call had been received, did he turn his attention to himself. His face contorted in concentration, he began pulling on his bonds. They began to give, then suddenly the one holding his right wrist snapped. Quickly, Tarzan set about freeing himself. Tarzan crept over to the door of the hut and waited for his friends to arrive. It wouldn't take long. As he crouched, he felt the dildo inside him shift and had to restrain a gasp of lust. On impulse, he untied the torn thong from his wrist and wrapped it tightly round the base of his equipment. Instantly, he cock rose to its massive 14 inches. Tarzan tickled the wide head as it nestled in the fur between his pecs. But there was time for that. They were almost here. When the elephants erupted into the small village, pandemonium broke loose. Tarzan took this opportunity to dash out to Kurt and free him. He was seen, of course, but the men were too confused and scared to try to stop him. Kurt was barely conscious as Tarzan gently lifted him onto the waiting trunk of one of the elephants. Then he clambered onto the animal's back and the elephant lumbered out of the village while the others continued to trample the huts and scatter the villagers. When Kurt came to, Tarzan was gently washing the spunk off his body. Kurt lay still as the Jungle King cleaned him carefully. His ass was sore, but he knew he would heal quickly. His eyes traveled slowly over Tarzan's body, once again marvelling at its muscular beauty. He locked on the huge cock, now soft, and the large balls over which it hung. And he started to get hard. Tarzan noticed this, of course, and looked up. Their eyes met and Tarzan smiled. Then he leaned forward and took Kurt's tool into his mouth. Kurt's body tensed in surprise, but then he allowed himself to relax. For days, he'd been used by the men of the village. It might not have been so bad had they allowed him to participate actively. But now he let himself go as an expert mouth quickly brought him to erection. Kurt closed his eyes as Tarzan deep throated him. Then he opened them again to watch the hairy muscle stud blow him. But Tarzan's long black hair blocked his view, so Kurt brushed it aside. He ran his hand over the King's broad back and down to the darkly haired buns. His fingers slid into the dark crevice and played with the hair which ringed the man's bud. The opening was loose and slick and Kurt pushed three fingers inside, making Tarzan grunt. Kurt's back arched high off the ground when he came, spraying his warm juice down Tarzan's throat. As he came down from his orgasm, he drifted off into sleep, his softening cock still in the Jungle King's mouth, his fingers still embedded in the man's ass. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 7 - BLISS ----------------- The next morning, Kurt woke and lifted himself onto his elbows. Not far away, Tarzan was pissing into a stream. For a moment, Kurt took in the sight of the magnificent body before getting up and walking to stand beside the King and relieving himself as well. Tarzan laughed and the two men watched the yellow stream flow from one another's cocks. When they were done, Tarzan beckoned to Kurt and started off into the jungle. For about 20 minutes, Kurt followed the stud, wanting to watch those fabulous buns but having to look at where he put his bare feet. Eventually they reached a small pond, fed by a tinkling stream. A few gazelle were drinking they. At first they were startled, but seeing Tarzan, they knew there was no danger. Kurt was surprised at first, but then remembered the arrival of the elephants at the village. This was Tarzan, after all! Tarzan lay down on a bed of leaves and turned face down. Looking over his shoulder at Kurt, he spread his legs and said, "Lick me, like you did when I first found you." Then he laughed at the obvious surprise on Kurt's face. "Yes, I can speak your language. And I know you want my ass. What are you waiting for?" Kurt smiled and knelt between Tarzan's legs. His hands reached for those beautiful twin mounds of muscle, spreading them gently as he stared at the pucker they concealed. He stretched out and pressed his face into the cleft of Tarzan's ass. His tongue was soon licking, rimming, probing that incredible butt. Tarzan groaned as Kurt's tongue lapped at his anus. Incredible sensations flooded his powerful body and he has to force himself to keep still. Tarzan could have let Kurt continue for hours, but he knew that the other man was tiring. So gently he pushed Kurt away and turned over. Once again their eyes met and locked, for a long moment. Tarzan began to feel something new, something Kurt had felt that first time, something he would come to know as love. For the first time, he didn't want it to be rough. The King lifted his legs, resting them on Kurt's shoulders. Then he reached for the other man's pecs, kneading them firmly but gently. Kurt moaned and gripped Tarzan's chest as well. Kurt's dick rubbed over his lover's balls, and then slid under them. Tarzan nodded. "Yes," he said. Then he groaned, arching his back as Kurt's 9 inches slid into his body. Kurt leaned forward. Their lips, then their tongues, met. They kissed, long and deep, but loving as Kurt fucked his rod in and out of Tarzan's ass. Kurt lifted Tarzan's arm and buried his face in the man's pit, licking and matting the dense hair that grew there. As Kurt's hips continued pounding his tool in that hot hole, he could feel Tarzan's cock leaking abundant pre-cum between their chests. Once again their mouths locked, but only briefly. Kurt was close. He lifted his head and yelled as his balls pumped their load deep into Tarzan's bowels. Kurt fell breathless onto Tarzan's chest. The Jungle King wrapped his arms round the other man and held him tightly as his breathing slowed. Eventually, Kurt lifted his head. "Now it's your turn." But Tarzan shook is head. "No. When you are healed. Use your hands." So Kurt slipped off the muscle man and gripped the enormous cock with both hands and began stroking. Minutes later, Tarzan was shooting his thick cum all over his face and into his slightly open mouth. Tarzan turned onto his side and Kurt cuddled up against him. He felt Tarzan grip his half-hard dick and slide it back up into his ass. Not to be fucked, this time, but to be joined. They fell asleep. ==================================================================== CHAPTER 8 - REALITY ------------------- When Tarzan woke, he felt Kurt's cock throbbing inside him. He smiled and worked his rectum on the hard dick. Moments later, he felt the violent spurt of Kurt's jism in his body. And the man was still asleep! Tarzan slowly pulled away, then stood to look down on Kurt's sleeping body. He wished this man could stay with him for ever, but he felt that this was not possible. They were too different; the explorer could not live for long in the primitive ways to which Tarzan was used. But there was still a little time. Tarzan suppressed a laugh as he began to piss down on Kurt's sleeping form. Kurt woke with a start and looked up at the golden stream cascading on his chest, his groin. He saw Tarzan's grin and laughed with him, letting loose his own piss all over himself. They both chuckled as the flow ebbed and stopped. Then Tarzan picked Kurt up in his arms and carried him the short distance to the pool. He jumped in and they both gasped at the contact with the water. A few minutes later, refreshed, they walked out and Tarzan shook his long hair, which cascaded onto his broad shoulders. Then he looked Kurt in the eye. "You must go," he said. "This is not your home." Kurt's head dropped in dismay. The idyll was over. Tarzan wanted him to go. He looked up. "Why do you want me to leave?" Tarzan smiled. "I don't want you to leave, but you must. You could not live as I do." Kurt paused to think before he spoke. "I could. If you are beside me, I can do it. If you love me, hold me, fuck me, I can and WANT to live with you!" Their eyes met again and for a long while, Tarzan's face was blank. Love. Was that what he was feeling? He'd heard the word before, but never knew what it meant. Looking at Kurt, Tarzan knew he didn't want the man to go. "Are you really sure you could give up EVERYTHING? Living with me, you will have nothing, no possessions, no clothes..." Kurt interrupted him. "I will have YOU. That's all I want." Kurt opened his arms and Tarzan stepped into his embrace. They kissed, deep, and for a long time, their hands exploring one another's bodies. Eventually, Kurt took a step back and grasped Tarzan's cock. "This is my possession. This is what I want as mine." Tarzan laughed. "Every man has one," he said. Kurt nodded. "Yes, but this is the only one attached to you!" Kurt sank back onto the ground, pulling Tarzan down on top of himself. He lifted his legs onto the big man's shoulders. "Take me!" Tarzan was about to protest, but the expression on Kurt's face stopped him. He smiled, and gently slid his huge cock into his lover's ass. Tears streamed down Kurt's cheeks. But they were not tears of pain, but of love. == THE END =========================================================