BOMBA THE GAY JUNGLE BOY
Chapter one
It was 1926, I think. Time in the Amazon...or is it Africa...jungles do that to one. They're almost timeless. Caught in a time that seems as if it could be anywhere from 1926 back to 1BC. When or where was I? I don't really know. Or care. Future events would take us...me and my jungle God to outer space on Mongo and to Roman, Grecian, and even Stone Age eras where we'd fight for our lives...rather he'd fight more. Killing wasn't beyond him but he didn't like it much.
But I get ahead of myself. My name's Cody. I'm not very tall or very athletic, though I can make a show of myself in most sports. I'm a fast runner and I'm young, a college man. I say man but I'm fourteen, skipped to college because I am...or rather was...a genius. Who didn't know how to fly a plane. Stubborn and impatient, I wanted to meet my tour guide in the Amazon to find this elusive Bigfoot that was supposed to be haunting there. I didn't believe a word of it. A big, smelly hairy overly tall ape. Who knew it would be the opposite of most of that.
Certainly, at 5'11, he was taller than I was at my almost fem 5'5. Yes, although I was tight and had a set of abs and no body fat, the shortness in me had always haunted me until he found me. He taught me to stick my chest out and be proud of my own height, no matter what it was. He wasn't smelly and in fact, the stuff he rubbed on himself (that's a sight, I can tell you and I never miss an opportunity to watch him do that) made him smell better than the honey he often drank out of trees and the best smelling flowers you ever smelled. He was fragrant but not overpowering...well, not in his smell. Okay, he was big but in his muscles and...his shaft and I'm not talking about his spear...well, his wooden spear...adjectives are a bitch. He's not though. He's just so innocent mostly. I mean sometimes he gets this malicious, mischievous look ripple over his face that...again I'm getting head...I mean getting ahead of myself. Damn. Just thinking about himself makes me lose my train of thought. Where was I? Oh yes, his wood. His spear. Flesh spear is big. Long. Thick. Veined. Uncut. I don't know his full back story totally yet but he was abandoned or stranded in the jungle when his parents died. Yes, like that other hunky ape man...this wasn't raised by apes though.
As for hair. He had a slight treasure trail, even at his youthful age. He seems to be a year younger than I, although his strength, demeanor, stance and more claim victory in almost every masculine manner and he's often mistaken for being older than I but in a good way as if he's the one in control. Fact is, he is. In control. Of me. Of everything but he doesn't act it. He doesn't lord of the jungle it over me. He just knows how to survive in the jungles of Africa and the Amazon. That slight treasure trail is slightly dark and sprouts barely from under his manly, ridged, thick ridged navel which...is deep and dark and dank and yet also has some outtie bits sticking out of it like they want to come out at you and kind of stick you and stab you. His navel is set in a deep set of indented grooves that can't be...but are, impossibly, his cum gutters, usually called abs by normal, unsexed up people. His curly hair is light brown, sunkissed almost blond. Over his ears and down his neck in the back slightly. His eyes seem to change color daily. They're usually this light, glowing blue. My breath...taken.
I was going to die. I wasn't hurt. Not exactly but I think I was in shock after I crashed the one man ...or in this case, one boy, plane. The plane landed on some soft vegetation and while I survived, I was in shock from the impact and the plane was on fire and I smelled it. I should never have stolen my parent's plane to go on this tour. My tour guide would be waiting for me...until he would just give up on me showing up. I was unable to move and opened my eyes. Blurry. Smoke. Fire. No energy and no way to move yet. I was sure I could move after a few minutes but they were time pieces I didn't have. The plane would explode in 30 seconds. The smell of fuel gagged me and made me semi pass out. I knew it was the end. I was such a fool. Genius, my ass.
My ass. Someone touched it on both sides. And pulled it. Then reached under my hips and grazed them. Something powerful pulled under my arms and hard. Something fast and powerful had dragged me out of the plane to a semi safe distance and I recovered. Enough to watch the plane explode into a million pieces. A blur moved to a huge blur. Was that an elephant? Was I in Africa or the Amazon? I don't think there were, not for 6000 years or so. Was I back in time? The fire was put out with a blast from a snout. The mass of elephantine bulk left. The fire was out but the smoke lingered. I coughed and looked up over me.
Directly over me was a beautiful, pretty face. Perfectly symmetrical on both sides. Smiling. Exploring with his deep blue pupils. A cock of his head. He seemed to be hovering over me like Peter Pan but no, he wasn't. He was leaning on powerful thighs. He seemed almost naked...a thong? A thin string bikini? He was sweating from the heat and the fire. The heat penetrated me from off him. He had the nicest, shapely chest and the hardest nips I've ever seen...or felt. I put my hands on them, cupping them and pinching then with my fingers. He giggled and sounded like a girl for a second. But this testosterone filled entity was no girl, that one thing was sure. I was dreaming. An angel had saved me and my hands fell off his chest. He moved to hold my wrists and put them back on his stone hard nipples which grew to a point as if pseudo penises. He didn't know it but his own shaft was dripping pre cum on my own belly. My shirt had ripped in the struggles and my own abbed stomach was bare...and now host to ample glistening liquid filling my own stout, strong, thick navel.