Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2024 23:42:03 -0600 From: Cullen Coleman Subject: The Heart of Tarzan, Chapter 1 This work is entirely fictional and all characters, including Tarzan, are not based on any real people or events. While the character of Tarzan, originally created by Edgar Rice Burroughs, is in the public domain, it should be noted that the Tarzan name and related trademarks are owned by the Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc. corporation. This narrative is a creative, independent interpretation and not affiliated with the corporation. I appreciate feedback or constructive criticism of my writing directly at colemanfarms88@gmail.com. Also if you can, please support Nifty and all their endeavours. Please use this link to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/. The following will intercept the first POV and third POV of the characters, the first chapter will be long to build the story but hang in with me, as I am a first time writer, I hope you enjoy it. -------------------------------------------- The Congo had never seen or witnessed an intruder quite like James Parker, a young skinny and frail nerdy type of scientist and explorer from Boston Massachusetts. HIs lean and stark figure stood in contrast to the lush scenery above the horizon. He scanned all he could see with his piercing blue eyes and coiled red locks caressing down his neck as he sat onboard the U.S.S. Voyager, his iPhone in his pocket, he decided to sit on deck and write in his diary about their travels to the motherland that was Africa and listen to some tunes. He wrote: .."June 2nd, 2015. Dear Diary, Dad and I have been at sea for at least a week now and we are gearing to dock any day now to the seaside port of Luanda in Angola, as we will then trek to deep into the borders of the Congo and the Democratic Republic of the Congo to find some archeological wonders for my father as he aims to find the lost city of Opar. However, with my keen interests in science and medicine, I am here to look for the rare Azune Moonbloom, Lunaflos azurea; it is a rare and beautiful flower that only blooms in the twilight hours. Its luminescent petals beam with a moon-like glow and silvery lines, creating a stark contrast against its deep green heart-shaped leaves... As he was writing down his last sentence in his diary, his father Alex, an older muscled mustachioed man in his late 50s with salt and pepper hair and tan skin and fair lips was yelling to his only child, "Run. Run-James. Run! Mutiny! The crew has decided to kill us and feed us to the sharks!" Oddly, this time the frail James did not cower. He raised up with all the strength he had and saw out of the corner of his eye a fishing spear. He grabbed it as one of the crew men grabbed his father, another aiming for him. He pierced the flesh of the man who let out a wail of pain. James then secured a safe spot for his father all while pleading for his son to hide for cover. James would not be a coward no more, all his life he had been the frail somewhat effeminate lean skinny nerd. Now was his chance to be a hero for his father. For himself. He raced off the main deck up to the steering wheel, more and more members of the mutinous crew racing after him. He grabbed the wheel and with all his might he steered into what he thought was shallow water in hopes that the ship would halt; he was wrong- it was a conglomerate of scattered rocks. James heard a swift "CLANKKKKKK". The ship's mast then came screeching down, taking the majority of the crew with it. James then saw water rising from the below decks; he knew he needed to get his father, Alex, and to shore. To safety. Unbeknownst to them from the camouflaged canopy of the flora and fauna of the dense jungle, a god was watching the scene unfold from his jungle haven of a treehouse; he had a chiseled body of a bodybuilder; his pecs massive, his stomach flat and taught with washboard abs; his white skinned was tanned and rugged from the years of exploration of his domain, fighting with apes and leopards and jaguars and various other animals. He had medium length deep chocolate hair and the deepest hazel eyes ever given to a man. His hands were three times the size of a regular man along with his legs and calves that could kill a snake with one squeeze between them. He stood at an impressive 6'7, and the only thing weighing his muscular framed 250 pound body was a loincloth made out of brown leather. This god of the jungle, this beast of a man was Tarzan. Tarzan of the apes. Tarzan then used his keen eyesight to see that this ship had cascaded onto the shallow waters of the nearby beach. He stood from his stance on all fours, animalistic and primal to the stance of a god. He reached for a vine and went to investigate, quickly shifting in between the trees unnoticed by James and his father. "Dad, Dad! Are you ok? Can you hear me?" James pleaded with his father who was unconscious. As their ship began to sink, he was able to grab a lifeboat, a small first aid kit and him and his fathers backpacks. When the mast came down wiping out the crew, James knew then he had to act fast. Sadly it knocked out his father but he used all of his might to get his father, his only protector in this world to shore. As he pushed the boat containing his father down off the main deck, the boat began to break in two. James then leapt into the floating vessel below, scraping his knee in the process. He didn't even flinch in the process. He had to get to shore. To safety. He ignored the pain from his right knee and began to row against the strong current that began to brew as the U.S.S. Voyager began to sink into the Atlantic. After what seemed like hours, a giant wave finally drew James and his father ashore. Disregarding the sharp sting in his grazed right knee, James dragged the lifeboat further and further up the shore until a small clearing in an uninhabited cave came into view. Somewhat relieved at the sight of shelter, tears began to cascade down the young man's face. He accessed his thoughts as he perked up his unconscious father. He said aloud to himself, "Why did this happen to ME?! I know nothing at all about surviving in the jungle. I am only 19. I am a student in my last year at Harvard. I write medical papers and do research in hopes I can cure cancer. Not get involved in a disaster of a failed mutiny. Dad always wants me to go on his adventures. Now look at us. Stranded. Hurt. Alone. Fuck!" In his fit of anger and aggression at the whole ordeal he had been into, James looked at his father. Instantly, his years of medical training and quick thinking as a child prodigy kicked in. He raced to the boat to get the first aid kit in hopes of finding something for him and his Dad. As he quickly grabbed the kit, he raced back to the cave to tend to his wounds and his father's. Unknown to them, two separate figures watched: the supreme lord of the jungle, Tarzan, and Sabor, the spotted leopard. Tarzan let out a monsterous yell that frightened the big cat away from the cave containing the two marooned men. He was satisfied that order was once again in his domain. He grabbed a vine and swung back to his treetop palace. James heard the yell and immediately dug through his bag and found a lighter and tore off his shirt and wrapped it around a stick nearby. He had amazingly made a makeshift torch. He looked around his surroundings, his glasses still dirty and foggy from the afternoon's plague and shielded himself in front of his father, bold enough to watch for any predator to come near them. After an hour his nerves settled some and he stuck the torch in the sand and began to arrange rocks into a circle and make a proper fire. James was amazed that his lighter still worked so it made it a little easier to make a fire after he gathered some scattered leaves and coconut husks. By now, his father began to wake and make noises. "...Jay what happened?" "Dad!?! Oh. The crew members of the ship attempted to mutinize the ship and kill us. The mast of the ship collapsed and literally overthrew the crew but knocked you unconscious. I immediately grabbed our two backpacks and a first aid kit after throwing you into a lifeboat and falling into the boat of freedom myself. The ship sank and I rowed for hours to this beach." Alex nodded slowly to process everything his son was telling him. "My damn head hurts so bad", Alex exclaimed in pain. "Here. Here is an emergency ice pack that I found in the first aid kit." said James. Alex began to attempt to stand up but could only muster the strength to sit halfway up. James began to help his father up, inching him closer to the fire. Alex began to softly speak to his only child, "After your mother died I knew that I couldn't be gone from you for a long period of time like normal. I knew that I could always jump back into finding the jewels of the ancient city of Opar like I wanted to; but I could only truly be a father to you once in this lifetime. You needed me. You were only 10 when she passed. And now look at you. You are a man now, the youngest ever to graduate Harvard with a double doctorate in Medical Herbology and chose to forgo your planned excursion in Asia this summer to be marooned on god knows where in the heart of Africa sitting in a cave with me. I am so proud of you son. I love you." Without thinking, Alex embraced his son and kissed him on the lips and held him; using all the strength he could muster. This stirred feelings into James he never thought of before; of course he was an out and proud gay man, but he never thought of his father in a sexual way. As Alex began to regain further consciousness, his cock began to harden. He began to slip his tongue down his son's throat and tear away the little remains of clothes on the both of them. James didn't know how to respond but to keep deeply kissing his father and he began to break from the kiss and breath heavily. "Dad we can't-it's wrong." "Son, make love to your old man, I genuinely love you and want to physically show you that. No one else will know. It will be just us." Still somewhat apprehensive, James gave into his father's demands and began to feel the mighty pecs and abs of the older man. His tongue licked and sucked at every form and fold, and when it came time, Alex instructed James to check the first aid kit for any lube. Astonishingly, there was a small bottle inside the kit and James gave it to Alex. "Oh baby. I am gonna enjoy this." grinned Alex as he lubed up his fat thick 7-inch cock. James presented his bubble but, his lanky twink like arms folding in front of him as a makeshift pillow. Alex thrust into his son as the echoes of the jungle were as loud as the moonlight flickered into the cave amidst the small fire nearby. "FUCKKKKKK DADDDYYYYY. FUCK ME. FUCK MY LITTLE TIGHT HOLE." Alex thrust his whole weight onto the frail boy and cupped his shoulders as he thrust his piece of meat into the fruit of his loins. He first fucked him fast to get going and then flipped James on his back, facing him, then going slow. The two passionately kissed, "You are such a good boy, y'know that? I have been wanting your sweet hole ever since you came out to me three years ago, but didn't know how to approach you." James replied in-between each thrust, "Oh Daddy. I wanted you too! I love you!" The two men kissed, but it was very obvious who was the real man here and who was the effeminate little sub. James rocked back and forth on his old man's cock, moaning in ecstasy. After making love for over an hour, Alex began to grunt and picked up his boy and then fucked him while standing up, James moaning, "Daddy, I'm gonna cummmmm", whimpering like a small child almost. "Here it goes baby!" Alex exclaimed, his salt and pepper chest wet with sweat against James' frail little hairless body. Alex cummed the biggest load of his life into his son. James had never been fucked before and this was an amazing start. Alex pulled out of James and laid down by the fire using his backpack as a pillow. He motioned for his baby boy to come over to him and lay down. James laid his naked body next to his new lover, his dad. He gazed into the fire as he began to fall asleep wrapped up safe in his father's arms. --------- Across from the opening of the small cave, Tarzan crouched onto a branch of the tall Sapele tree, watching the newcomers into his territory sleep, making sure that no animal or foe made any harm to them. Tarzan then decided that tomorrow morning he would make contact with these new creatures. What happened the next morning would change his and James' life forever.