Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 09:32:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: kevinkellywriter@aol.com
Subject: TARZAN AND BOY 4

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I edged into consciousness.
I was vaguely aware of sounds--and of light---yet my eyes were still
closed.
Then the tape recorder of my mind played; last week---HAD it been  true.....?
The slight discomfort in both my cock and anus confirmed it had. My  hand
reached out, expecting Keith's warm flesh but all I felt was an empty
pillow. It groped around hoping for contact;  nothing.
I opened my eyes and looked; Keith's side of the bed was empty. A  sudden
pulse of fear shot through me. I threw back the covers and padded towards
the balcony of the The Milton Hershey Suite of the Hershey hotel in
Harrisburg. The dazzling  sun felt like arrows in my tired eyes and when they
accommodated, I saw that the  balcony was bare.
Padding across the luxuriant carpet, I made my way, naked, towards  the
resplendent bathroom; I head the sound of running water and entering the  room,
saw Keith was showering. During the past week I had feasted on his manly
body so many tims; indeed we had shared each other to the full. My adolescent
 cock began to fill with blood as I recalled the sensational sex we had
shared-----the sucking, the frottage, the rimming and best of all, the
fucking.  I had, at last, lost my virginity---and to whom better than my favourite
uncle  and idol---Kevin? That first occasion when he had allowed me to fuck
him,  pushing my entire cock in him up to my balls was an unforgettable
experience.
I saw his blurred form through the shower glass. It was an immense  cubicle
and without any hesitation I open the door and walked  in.
`Hey good morning lover' Keith greeted me and as I  moved towards him, the
spray splashing my body, we kissed passionately.  Automatically our hands
moved over each other and soon we were both erect, our  hardons bumping
against each other. Keith pushed me out from under the spray and  grasping a
bottle of gel, squirted a dollop into his hand; he then smeared it  all over my
body, working it in with his firm fingers, creating an exoskeleton  of
creamy lather.
He paid particular attention to my cock and balls and I was delighted  with
the sensations which swept over me as he fist-fucked my cock, causing
squelchy sounds as his hand moved firmly over my throbbing  shaft.
`Now it is my turn' I whispered. I  turned him around so that his hands
were splayed against the wall. I lubricated  the whole of his back from the
neck right down to his attractive buns, my  slippery hands sliding easily over
his flesh. Soon my fingers were along his  crevice, poking into his hole,
first one then two; in and out they went like  mini cocks as Keith squirmed
with delight.
`Take me, Kevin, please buddy, fuck my  ass'.
With my cock rampant I needed no second invitation; lubing it well, I
placed its head at his hole and slowly pushed it in. Keith's ass was warm and
tight and pushing my shaft into him sent shivers all over my  body.
`Ooooooooohhhh yesssssssssss' he cried as I pushed in further and further;
finally I was in, up to  my balls. I held Keith by his hips and flexed my
cock firmly a number of  times.
`Buddy I love it when you do that' he cried. With his hands firmly against
the shower cubicle wall,  Keith pushed his delicious ass back hard onto my
cock. That was the sign for me  to begin fucking him. I moved slowly at
first, almost experimentally although I  had fucked him a number of times during
the last week. I was savouring the  experience now, as my cockhead pressed
hard against the soft muscle of his  ass.
(Picture)
Soon a rhythm was created as we instinctively attuned to one another;  when
I pumped, he pushed back; when I pulled back, he thrust forward. As we
continued to move together I realised that this was not mere fucking; this was
not simply a hot sexual experience; this was making love--the physical
expression  of the deep mental and emotional feelings we both had for each
other.
Soon my pumping became urgent; I thrust hard and fast--almost  animal-like--
my cock moving powerfully inside him as my balls slapped hard  against his
butt. The testicle tingling began so I decided to slow down. A  number of
times I almost withdrew my cock before thrusting it hard inside Keith  right up
to my pubes.
`Oh baby yes, give it to me!' he  cried, and swept along by an unstoppable
passion I started for the home run. One  hand clasped Keith by the
shoulder, while the other held onto his hip as I  thrust into him mercilessly, my
cock moving almost like an engine piston. I felt  the sensations increasing in
my balls; my cockhead swelled as my cum entered my  shaft and then like an
ocean wave breaking, my orgasm was upon  me.
`I'm cummingggggggggggg' I screamed, thrusting for dear life inside Keith,
as I felt my cock  spasm and my cum gush inside him.
`Uuuughhh' `uuuughhhh' `uuuugh' I cried as I continued pumping, Kevin's
ass somehow clasping around  my cock as I spurted and spurted. The sensation
was indescribable and as my  orgasm waned I was aware of my breathlessness
and my hammering heart. I lay my  head on Keith's back, still remaining
inside him. His ass quivered sending  spasms against my sensitive cock and I
wondered if I would be able to endure  such sensations.
Reluctantly I withdrew my cock slowly, and turning Keith around  covered
his lips with mine. We kissed and kissed, not as lovers, but as two  people in
love.
`Baby that was beyond words' Keith  said to me. I couldn't believe that he
could  say that---because it was I who had experienced  the most intense
orgasm. I felt his hardon pressing against me as we embraced  and held each
other. After a few minutes during which time  I gradually returned to earth, I
knelt  down in front of him. I held his shaft at the base and licked his
cock all over,  flicking it sensually with my tongue; then I covered his left
ball and sucked on  it, moving my tongue all over it, before turning to his
right. Finally I managed  to hold both of his impressive balls in my mouth;
as I rolled them over my  tongue I tasted Keith's manliness which caused my
own cock to jump a number of  times.
Keith's hand was on my head pushing my mouth onto him; I released his
balls and then took his throbbing hardon into my warm moist mouth. I paused,
bathing it in my saliva and allowed my tongue to flick over it; as the tip of
my  tongue touched his cock slit I could both feel the slipperiness of his
precum  and also taste the nectar. I knew now it was HIS turn to be taken to
heaven.
He moaned loudly and his hips began to thrust as he moved his cock in  and
out of my mouth. I had one hand under his balls, rubbing his taint furiously
 as now I held his cock firmly in my mouth and bobbed up and down on it. As
I had  in his ass, so now Keith pushed into my mouth up to his pubes. Back
and forth,  in and out he thrust, while I sucked on his cock as hard as I
could.
`Oh baby yes' he cried, `suck me, take my jizz!'  I could tell from his
movements that he was getting close and the only sound I  could make was, `
Mmmmmmmmmmm', `mmmmmmmmm'  `mmmmmmmmmm'
(Picture)
With one hand holding his thigh and the other rubbing his taint  furiously
it was not long before Keith bucked; I felt his cockhead swell in my  mouth
and with a low guttural animal-like cry, his cock  exploded.
I held him tightly--and I stopped sucking for a few seconds as one,  two,
three ropes of warm jizz shot powerfully into my mouth; then I sucked him
again and he thrust into me, screaming in ecstasy as four more ropes of sweet
nectar spurted into my mouth and slid down my throat, his hand pressing down
 hard on my head. I held his cock in my mouth until well after it had
stopped  spasming. Then releasing it, I stood up and moved my face to his. As we
kissed I  allowed some of his love juice which I had saved, to slide into
his mouth. We  kissed tenderly, now two as one, united in his  cum.
`Have I ever told you how much I love  you?' he asked when we had drawn
apart.
`You have just shown me' I replied.
We moved under the spray to rinse off and after emerging from the  shower,
wound towels around our middles.
`Fancy breakfast?' Keith  asked.
Looking at him smiling, I replied, `I  thought I had just eaten.

oooOOOooo

The car picked us up at 9.30am and by 10am we were driving through  the
studio gates. We were whisked along, passing a number of buildings before  the
car swept to a stop outside and impressive modern  studio.
When we entered, I was amazed to see most of the building was a  `jungle';
clearly a lot of effort had been made to make the scenery as realistic  as
possible. We walked along a corridor and into a huge office where `J.D.'
was  standing. He shook us both by the hand and then introduced Paulos
Theodikus whom  he said, would be the director of Tarzan and Boy. Paulos was a
strikingly handsome Greek, in his late twenties with  deep brown eyes, and olive
skin and beautiful black curly hair. He was dressed  to kill, in tight
jeans and a smart cobalt coloured summer  shirt.
The next hour was spent going over details such as the script, days  of
filming and other technical aspects of the movie. `J.D.' beamed with
anticipation at the prospect of the project and I knew that he felt like the cat
who had got the cream in securing Keith to  star as Tarzan. They were deep in
conversation when I went up to them and  asked `J.D' whether I could have a
look around.
`Sure Kevin buddy' he replied,  waving his arm magnanimously, `take your
time'.
I walked back down the corridor we had come along and then made my  way
into the jungle setting. I could not get over how realistic everything  was--the
trees, the foliage--even the dirt path I was walking down. About fifty
metres down the path I was astonished to see a large tree hut, complete with a
ladder hanging down. Curious, I climbed the ladder and at the top there was
one  large room, laid out as a habitable hut, with two mattresses on the
floor and a  tiny jungle kitchen area. There was even a small balcony area
which when I stood  on it, looked out all over the `jungle'. I was just about
to descend the ladder  when a movement caught my eye. Something was moving in
the foliage a little my  left below. When I looked again, I could just make
out what looked like a  lad--possibly a little younger than I. As I  looked,
I saw him lean against what looked like a large  boulder.
I turned and descended the ladder and then decided to investigate.  Moving
quietly down the path, I noticed another leading off in the direction of
where the boy seemed to be. Instinctively I moved quietly, secretively and to
my  surprise I found my cock hardening. I continued to creep forward and
suddenly  through the undergrowth I saw the boulder. Sure enough there was a
lad there. He  was leaning back against it, his legs spread, his shorts down
by his ankles,  jacking his cock. He looked around fifteen, and obviously had
foreign blood  because he was olive skinned. Who was he, I wondered? Even
from my vantage  point, I could see that he was hung and had deeply hanging
balls which swung  against him as he stroked his fine cock. I rubbed my
hardon through my shorts  and wondered if I could join him? It would be great to
jack off with another guy  and I was just about to move forward and reveal
myself when I thought about  Keith. Would this be a betrayal? We had made
passionate love this morning and  over the past week, which had been awesome;
with the boy, this would be mere  sex. However my mind then argued, why not?
He was a good looking guy and it  would be hot to shoot a load with him.
(Picture)
The lad was in no hurry; he tantalised his cock stroking it from the  base
up and down the entire length, giving his hand a twist at the end; then he
would cup his balls, fondling them firmly. Occasionally he looked up and I
had  to conceal myself from detection. I so wanted to take my throbbing cock
out of  my shorts, to move forward to him so we could jack off together.
However,  thoughts of Keith prevented me doing so, and I had to be content with
rubbing my  hardon through my shorts while I watched this young guy get
off.
I noticed that he had increased the speed of his jacking; with his  other
hand, he rubbed his chest abs. Then suddenly he turned and faced the rock;
fortunately for me he was a little side on to the boulder because he then
bent  his knees and aiming his cock at the rock, unloaded. Fuck, could he shoot
a  load! His jizz spumed out of his cock in powerful spurts, spattering the
boulder  and I heard him moaning in ecstasy. I counted eight ropes of cum
and a few  dribbles. He milked his cock, forcing the last drops of spunk from
it, before  looking around nervously. Then he bent down and pulling up his
shorts, did  himself up and then left by another path.
I was rock hard, so after giving him time, I pushed through the
undergrowth and went to he boulder; sure enough rivulets of his cum were sliding  down
the surface and I was sorely tempted to pull my throbbing cock out of my
shorts and add my load to his. However, realising that I had been quite a
time  away from J.D. and Keith, once again I resisted and turning, I walked
down the  path the boy had taken.
When I arrived back at the office, the mystery of the lad was solved,
because there he was sitting in a chair, along with J.D., Paulos and  Keith.
`Ah, there you are Kevin' J.D. said. `I want you to meet Jackson'
(indicating  the lad); `he will be playing the houseboy `Samba' in  the movie.
I looked at him and shook his hand firmly, which he returned in like
manner; seeing him close-up, I now saw that although he had looked a mere
fifteen year old he must have been my age at least. I wonder what he would have
thought if he had known what I had witnessed.

oooOOOooo

Filming for Tarzan and Boy began a couple of days later. Keith and I had
discussed the script  and the director had put us through our paces concerning
the steps and scenes.  It had been decided to subtitle the movie, `Cumming
of Age' where the main theme was Boy's rite of passage into manhood....We
filmed various scenes and both Paulos and J.D. seemed more than satisfied with
 the result.
Keith and I continued to enjoy the Hershey hotel; Paulos wanted us to  stay
nearer the set, but Keith insisted that we had a distance between the hotel
 and the studio so that we would not be always on  duty.
The opulence of the hotel was a welcome relief from the somewhat  stifling,
exacting conditions of the studio, but Keith and I were restricted in  our
love making because we were required to save ourselves for performing on
set. All we could enjoy were non-orgasmic activities which meant a little
stroking and sucking and minimal fucking--all without ejaculating. Mind you we
made up for it on set in the various scenes we shot, and the technical crew
as  well as J.D. seemed pleased with their stars.
We arrived one day to shoot the inaugural scene of Boy's initiation.  Keith
and I had worn loincloths----and he had looked so sexy in one; Jackson also
dressed the  same and his attractive bulge was noticeable in many of the
scenes.
For this scene, I was to be by the lagoon. I had been swimming naked  and
had just emerged when a panther came to have a drink. I was to be pinned
against the tree while the yellow eyed cat growled menacingly at  me.
After the crew had set  up the scene, I walked into the water and then
emerged and took my place against  the tree; the panther was led in and
positioned. Although I knew what the scene  entailed, I have to admit that when the
cat began to growl I was more than  apprehensive. It was clear this is
exactly what Paulos wanted because I then  heard, `Quiet on set;  camera....lights...
.action!'
I was literally trembling, naked against the tree, as the panther  moved
close to me, sniffing my body, even my cock and balls, its long tail  swaying
uneasily. It bared it's teeth and I thought it was going to attack me  when
I heard. `Kwajah!
Looking up, Tarzan had appeared. The panther immediately left me and
walked up to Tarzan and rubbed it's head against  him.
`Boy now needs to grow up; boy needs to become man' said Tarzan in his
Pidgin English. I looked at him relieved and then  he instructed, `Boy come
here  now'.
I moved across to him and he placed my hand on the panther's head; it
turned and still purring licked my hand.
`Boy needs to remember; all animals Tarzan's friends; all animals now  Boy'
s friends'. He ruffled my hair and then said, `Now we  swim together; man
and boy'.
I turned towards the lagoon, when he said, `No; boy must become man now; we
swim  naked'.
This had not been mentioned in the script but following Tarzan's  lead, I
undid my loincloth and let it fall down; I noticed Keith was semi-hard  and I
began to feel my cock rising.
We walked together towards the lagoon, the camera in front of us.  When we
were in the water I heard Paulos cry `CUT! That was great  guys!'
While still in the water, Paulos approached us as said, `Right, this is the
horny lagoon scene; make the most of it  guys--remember your viewers'
The script had simply said, `Tarzan and boy swim together in the lagoon'
but something in Keith's eye suggested it would be more than  this.
`I want this in one take guys, for the sake of  continuity' he cried. `OK
crew..ready?  ACTION!'
The cameras whirred and Tarzan and Boy frolicked in the water,  splashing
each other, swimming under each other's legs, fighting each  other--bonding
as father and son. Tarzan stroked for the other side of the lagoon  and I
followed him, before we both returned. It was soon noticeable that Keith  and I
were rock hard and after my head emerged from under the water one time
Tarzan said, `Boy come with me now; we do initiation  ceremony. Boy becomes man'
.
We walked out of the water fully erect, the camera in front of us; I  hoped
that it would capture our swinging hardons dripping with water as we
walked. Tarzan led the way to a small grassy area where he then lay down on his
back with his legs wide apart. I followed suit, our shafts hard throbbing
against our abdomens. After a short time Tarzan sat up and turned to me,
grasping my erection.
`Boy needs to know what it means to be a man. This is fuck stick; Boy  feel
Tarzan's fuck stick'.
I reached across and my hand wrapped around Keith's fantastic cock,  as it
had many times before.
`Tarzan proud of Boy becoming a man; Tarzan  fuck Boy now'.
A surge of adrenalin shot through my body; the thought of fucking for
real, on the set was so exciting. Tarzan positioned me and had me kneeling on
all fours. He then inserted two fingers into my ass and pushed them in and
out  and in an out. Then I felt his thick cock at my anal hole; he pushed it
in, and  I was glad that we had practised for this, the week preceding the
filming.
`Boy's ass is warm and tight on Tarzan's cock' he remarked. As he fucked
me I could see members of the crew rubbing  their crotches and looking with
great interest as we  performed.
`This make Boy a man' Tarzan cried;  Keith sure lived up to the role; his
cock slid easily in and out of my ass and I  made sure I moaned.
`Boy all right?' questioned Tarzan.
`All right' I cried and whether or not I should have, my hand was stroking
my  cock. Tarzan noticed and cried, `Boy leave his cock  alone; he cum later
'.
I hope the camera picked up the disappointment on my face as I  reluctantly
took my hand away. Meanwhile Keith was pumping me  hard.
`Tarzan cum soon' he cried. `Boy's ass will soon be man's  ass'.
I felt him grab me by the hips and pump me harder then to my  amazement I
felt him withdraw his cock; in a few seconds I felt his cum  splashing my
butt in powerful spurts; then suddenly he was back inside me,  finishing his
orgasm with long powerful strokes.
`Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!' I head  him cry, `Boy make Tarzan feel good;
Tarzan cum hard  on Boy!'
When he had finished, he withdrew and then lifted me up; he moved his  face
towards me and kissed me passionately; my erection was pressed hard against
 him.
He broke from me and said, `Boy now man;  Tarzan proud to call son, Man',
and once more he kissed me  hard.
`CUT!!' cried Paulos. He ran to us  excitedly and cried, `Hey guys that
was just awesome.  Keith that was inspired to shoot on Kevin's back and then
finish by fucking  him'.
Then looking at me he grasped my hardon and said, `Sorry to leave you like
this Kevin. We will do your scene  fucking Tarzan tomorrow.
I must admit I was pretty disappointed, because I had hyped myself up  for
this scene.
.....In fact it was two days later that we gathered to film that scene.  I
hadn't cum for five days and my balls were aching for  release.
The scene was to be shot after lunch; in the morning, Keith had been
needed to shoot some general jungle scenes, so Samba and I watched from the
sidelines. When the call for lunch was announced I knew where I wanted to go and
 I made my way down to the boulder. This afternoon's filming was going to
be an  integral scene in the movie--where I fucked Tarzan--- and I wanted to
be in the  right frame of mind. I leant back against the rock just as I had
seen Jackson do and rubbed my  cock through the loincloth. Although I wanted
to, I didn't take it out. I  thought of all the horny situations I had been
in so that I would be fully  aroused to give my best on set after lunch.
I then decided that it  might be stimulating if I lay down on the mattress
in the tree hut and work my  cock and balls up, so I walked along the path
until I reached the ladder. The  jungle was silent as everyone was at lunch
so I climbed the ladder slowly and  reached the platform; strangely the door
to the hut, usually opened was closed.  Pushing it open, I looked in and
could not believe my  eyes.
There was Keith fucking Jackson on one of the  mattresses.