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In the early morning hours of daylight, James arose, naked and filled with ecstasy from the night before with his father. "I can't wait to see what happens next. Yesterday was such a tumultuous day but it ended with such passion and love. I am in heaven!" he thought to himself as he got up from the spot in the cave against his father to go pee. His cock hard pressing against his leg as it needed to be released. The fire that his father, Alex, made for them prior to them making love was slowly still crackling and his father was asleep by the fire. By now, the sun was beginning to peak out amidst pink and orange clouds. The jungle not a mere few feet away from the entrance of the cave was beginning to burst alive with sounds of various monkeys chattering in the trees, small colorful birds flitting around and making noise; their numerous caws and chirps made James curious. As for now, he had to relieve himself. He proceeded to walk down to the beach and find a seemingly quiet spot and piss. The thick warm yellow liquid poured out of his 7-inch cut cock. Even as a bottom, he had a beautiful cock. Growing up, from the young age of 9, he noticed he had a pretty cock and loved to rub it along with other boys his age; his little boyhood in his hands fascinated him and brought him great pleasure. As he was pissing, he heard a thunderous yell and snapped back to reality- a yell he had never heard from any animal before. This yell was mighty. It was louder than any roar from a lion or bear. Unknown to him, this yell belonged to Tarzan, the King of the jungle.
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the dense jungle canopy, Tarzan awoke in his lofty treehouse. The new day's light caressed his well-defined, muscular frame, highlighting each curve and contour of his powerfully built body. His skin, bronzed and gleaming from the sun's kiss, stretched taut over rippling muscles, a testament to his life amidst nature's challenges. Clad only in a simple loincloth, which fluttered slightly in the gentle morning breeze, Tarzan stood up with a fluid grace that belied his imposing stature. His broad shoulders and well-sculpted arms, symbols of his strength and agility, moved with a predator's ease. His chest, a wide expanse of solid muscle, rose and fell rhythmically as he took in the fresh, earthy air of the jungle. In a ritual as old as time, Tarzan let out a thunderous yell. The sound, raw and powerful, rolled across the vast jungle, awakening its many inhabitants. It was a call that resonated with authority and dominion, a reminder to all who heard it of who ruled this green kingdom. With a series of ceremonial beats on his chest, each thump resonating like a drumbeat of the wild, Tarzan's presence was affirmed. His arms, sinewy and strong, created a rhythm that vibrated through the lush greenery around him. As he stretched, each muscle in his body flexed and relaxed in a harmonious display of physical prowess. His legs, sturdy and capable, were rooted firmly on the branch, showcasing his readiness to leap into action at a moment's notice. The jungle responded to its king, the cacophony of wildlife sounds rising to meet the challenge of a new day. Tarzan, standing tall and resolute, his physique a masterpiece of natural strength, was ready to reign over his kingdom once again, the undisputed lord of the jungle. He then took one last big breath before clasping onto the nearest vine and started to swing through the trees to find some luscious fruit for breakfast and take toll over his domain.
Meanwhile, on the serene yet unfamiliar shores of the Congo, James Parker returned from the beach, his heart heavy with the burden of their shipwrecked plight. The sight that greeted him upon his return struck him like a physical blow. There lay his father, sprawled on his back, a frightening stillness about him. Blood trickled ominously from his ears, painting a stark contrast against his pale skin. Panic surged through James's veins as he rushed to his father's side, his mind racing through the medical training he had acquired. But nothing had prepared him for this--a potential stroke, far from civilization, with no medical supplies or hope for rescue. He desperately started CPR, each compression a silent plea for a miracle, each breath he gave a whisper of hope against the overwhelming odds. His hands, though steady in an operating room, trembled in this life-and-death struggle. Sweat beaded on his forehead, mixing with the tears that blurred his vision. He knew the chances were slim, but he couldn't--wouldn't--give up. Not on his father, the man who had been his mentor, his newfound lover- his guiding star.
But as minutes stretched into an eternity, the cruel truth dawned on James. His father was beyond his help. His teacher, protector, and anchor in life, gone. Despair enveloped him, a crushing wave of grief and helplessness. Unseen by James, Tarzan watched silently from his hidden vantage point, his keen eyes observing the tragic scene. He remained motionless, a silent sentinel amidst the foliage, his presence unknown to the grieving son. Tarzan, though a master of his domain, felt a stir of empathy for the young man. In the raw pain and desperation etched on James's face, Tarzan recognized the universal sorrow of loss.
The jungle around them seemed to hold its breath, a moment of mourning for the fallen man.
An hour had passed, the sun climbing higher in the sky, as James's sobs gradually subsided into quiet, grief-stricken acceptance. He sat there, beside his father Alex, feeling the weight of his loss and the harsh reality of their situation. The vulnerability of their position struck him with sudden clarity--the jungle was not just a backdrop to their tragedy, but a living, breathing world filled with dangers, including predators like leopards.
With a heavy heart, James understood what he had to do next. He couldn't leave his father exposed to the unforgiving elements of the wild, or worse, to become prey to a roaming predator. It was a grim thought, the kind that gnaws at the edges of one's sanity, but James knew he had no choice. He had to bury his father. Gathering his strength, both physical and emotional, James set about the solemn task. He looked around for a suitable spot, one that felt right for a final resting place. It needed to be close enough to manage alone, yet far enough to keep any potential threats at bay. Selecting a spot under the shade of a large tree, he began to dig with whatever makeshift tools he could find--pieces of driftwood, his bare hands, stones. The work was grueling, and the tropical heat showed no mercy. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the lingering tears, each shovel of earth a testament to his love and respect for his father. As he worked, the sounds of the jungle continued around him, a reminder that life persisted in all its relentless forms. Meanwhile, Tarzan watched from his concealed position, his expression one of solemn respect for the young man's resolve. In the face of such adversity, James's determination to honor his father spoke to something deep within Tarzan, a recognition of the sacred bonds of family and the duty one owes to their kin, no matter the cost. As James finished his solemn task, he stood back, breathless, and exhausted, looking at the mound of earth that now marked his father's final resting place. It was a simple grave for a man who had lived a life of adventure and discovery, a silent tribute in the vastness of the Congo. In this moment, James was no longer just a scientist; he had become a survivor, tempered by the unforgiving realities of the wild.
The moment of solace, a brief interlude in the heart of the Congo wilderness, was shattered in an instant. Without warning, the notorious predator of the jungle, the leopard Sabor, emerged with a startling agility from the dense canopy above. Its menacing growl, a sound that spelled danger to every creature in the jungle, echoed through the air, freezing James in a moment of sheer terror. Instinct took over. James didn't pause to think; every fiber of his being screamed at him to run, to escape the deadly threat that loomed so close. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surged through his veins as he bolted away from his father's grave, away from the snarling leopard. He ran with reckless abandon, dodging trees and leaping over underbrush, the sounds of the jungle a blur around him. His only thought was survival, to put as much distance as possible between himself and Sabor. The leopard, a master predator, was not just a threat but a symbol of the raw, unforgiving nature of the wild. As James sprinted through the dense foliage, the reality of his situation hit him with brutal force. He was alone, unprepared, and now hunted in an environment that was as beautiful as it was dangerous. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles ached, but fear propelled him forward. Unseen by either James or the leopard, Tarzan observed the chase with a mixture of concern and understanding. The jungle was his home, and he knew its laws well--the merciless dance of predator and prey. Yet, something in him stirred at the sight of James, a stranger in his world, now running for his life. At that moment, Tarzan had to make a choice. Would he intervene and alter the natural course of life in the jungle, or would he remain a silent witness to the unforgiving law of nature? The decision was not just about the fate of James but about the delicate balance of the wild itself.
As James lay at the bottom of the trap, his heart pounding with fear, he suddenly witnessed a sight that left him in utter amazement. From the dense foliage above, a figure emerged, unlike anyone he had ever seen--a wild man, his body a tapestry of muscle and sinew, moving with a confidence and power that seemed to defy the laws of nature. This was Tarzan, though James had no knowledge of him or his legendary status in the jungle. Tarzan stood at the edge of the trap, his eyes fixed intently on the menacing leopard, Sabor. With a knife gripped firmly in his hand, he was the picture of primal ferocity and readiness. But what happened next was truly astonishing. Tarzan began to beat his chest, creating a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the jungle, a clear challenge to the beast before them. Then, he did something even more remarkable. He started to mimic the sounds of Sabor, producing growls and snarls so accurate they seemed to belong to the leopard itself. It was a display of deep, instinctual understanding of the wild, a communication of sorts that was both threatening and mesmerizing. James, from his precarious position in the trap, watched in stunned silence. He had never seen anything like this--a man, wild and untamed, seemingly speaking the language of a beast. Tarzan's presence, his command over the situation, was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The way he confronted Sabor, not with fear but with an almost brotherly understanding of the animal's nature, was something beyond James's comprehension. The standoff between Tarzan and the leopard was a spectacle of primal power, a testament to the raw and untamed spirit of the jungle. For James, this was more than a rescue; it was a window into a world he had never imagined, where the lines between man and beast blurred into something extraordinary. In a moment of cunning, Sabor, the leopard, shifted his predatory focus. With a powerful lunge, he deceived Tarzan, leaping not at the wild man but over him, diving straight into the pit where James lay. The beast, agile and silent, slinked forward, its eyes locked on James, growling menacingly, its teeth bared and drool dripping from its jaws. James, frozen in terror, could only watch as the embodiment of his nightmares approached. But Tarzan, ever vigilant and swift, was not one to be easily outmaneuvered. In a flash, he leaped into the pit after Sabor, landing with a thud that echoed in the confined space. He positioned himself between James and the ferocious leopard, ready to defend the young scientist with his life. What followed was a battle of primal fury.
Tarzan, despite his strength and agility, was pitted against a creature designed for the kill. The two clashed, a whirlwind of snarls, growls, and the clash of flesh and fur. Tarzan fought with a ferocity born of the jungle, each move a testament to his years of survival among its deadliest predators. In a desperate attempt to overpower Tarzan, Sabor lunged for his neck, a move that could have been fatal. But Tarzan's reflexes were lightning-fast. He dodged the deadly jaws, though not completely unscathed. Sabor's claws found their mark, slicing through Tarzan's right shoulder and bicep, drawing blood and leaving a raw wound. Ignoring the pain, Tarzan seized the moment. With a swift, decisive motion, he plunged his knife into Sabor, ending the struggle. The big cat fell dead, its body collapsing in a heap, the threat extinguished. James, witnessing the ferocious fight, was paralyzed with fear. Even with the leopard dead, he couldn't shake the terror that gripped him. He had just seen the rawest form of nature's struggle, life and death played out in front of his eyes. Tarzan, bleeding and breathing heavily, turned his gaze to James. In that moment, James saw not just a wild man of the jungle, but a protector, a being who had just saved his life at great personal risk. The reality of the jungle, its brutality and beauty, had never been clearer to James than in that breathtaking moment. Swiftly and deftly, Tarzan untied and freed James from the trap, immediately hoisting him over his shoulder. Before James could fully process his rescue, they were soaring through the air, Tarzan expertly swinging from vine to vine above the jungle canopy. The sensation was dizzying, a wild flight through the treetops that blurred the line between fear and awe.
As they made their escape, the angered Waziri tribesmen gave chase, hurling spears in their direction. Tarzan, with remarkable agility, navigated through the jungle, evading each attack with a masterful precision. The perilous journey was a whirlwind of adrenaline and instinct, a testament to Tarzan's unparalleled skills in his natural domain.
Finally, they reached the safety of Tarzan's treehouse. In one fluid motion, Tarzan flung James onto a bed in the corner of the massive room, the suddenness of the action leaving James momentarily disoriented. He lay there, his heart still racing from the morning's harrowing events -- the loss of his father, the attack by the leopard, and now this miraculous escape with the enigmatic Tarzan.
Surrounded by the unfamiliar confines of the treehouse, high above the jungle floor, James was consumed by a mix of terror and disbelief. The reality of his situation was overwhelming; in just one morning, his world had been turned upside down. He was far from the scientific expeditions he was accustomed to, thrust into a raw and untamed world where survival was the only priority. As James lay on the bed, still trying to catch his breath and process the morning's terrifying events, he was unaware of Tarzan's approach. Tarzan moved towards him, not with the predatory gait of Sabor, but with a sense of curiosity that was sensual, erotic. He moved on all fours to the bed and leapt on top of James, sitting at the edge of the bed. James reached out to the wild man and was amazed at his muscular stature; Tarzan encouraged him to touch him. James' frail and small hands caressed over the impressive chest of the jungle lord and stopped at Tarzan's right shoulder and bicep-Tarzan winced with pain, the first time James saw any human emotion come from Tarzan. As James reached out tentatively, his fingers came across the raw wounds inflicted by Sabor during their earlier battle. The sight of the injuries snapped James back to his professional reality, overcoming his initial shock. He stammered, "I have to help you since you helped me. I'm a doctor. I can heal your wound."
This offer to help was more than a professional reflex; it was an acknowledgment of the debt he owed Tarzan for saving his life. Despite his unfamiliarity with the jungle and its dangers, James found himself relying on his medical training, the one aspect of his former life that remained relevant in this wild new world. Tarzan, understanding the intent if not the words, allowed James to inspect his injuries. For James, this was a moment to regain a sense of purpose and control, to give back to the mysterious figure who had dramatically altered the course of his fate. James got off the bed and searched the treehouse for anything; he astonishingly found a bottle of rubbing alcohol that looked as old as Tarzan. He dusted it off and tore off a piece of his shirt, dousing it in the liquid and pressing against the dried bloody flesh. Tarzan gritted his teeth in pain. His chocolate hair flung over his shoulders as he moved his head forward and he let out a small "Ouch!" -"Can you understand me?" asked James. Tarzan slightly nodded. James pressed his palm on Tarzan's chest, its small shape nothing in comparison to the muscle man's massive figure. With a puff of courage in his chest, James introduced himself, "I'm James. James Parker." "I am Tarzan", stated Tarzan. He beat one hand on his chest when he introduced himself to James. "It's nice to meet you Tarzan, th..thank you for saving me today. I can't begin to say that enou- ", before James could finish his sentence, Tarzan walked forward to James, them both now standing closer and closer and to James' surprise, Tarzan grabbed James by his scrawny shoulders and took his right hand to the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. A deep sensual kiss. James could feel the wild man moaning in pleasure and his tongue exploring James' mouth. James leaned into the kiss and grabbed onto the muscular back of Tarzan. By now, Tarzan's loincloth was tented by his massive 11-inch cock. James began to rub it. Tarzan knew what he was doing; he had seen this before growing up among his ape family, but he had never been able to act upon it. He knew at first glance in the treetop canopy that he wanted to feel the scrawny feminine body of James against his masculine figure. James was in euphoria. It was now that he guided Tarzan back to the bed in the treehouse and Tarzan then growled at him, tearing away at what clothes remained on his little twink body. Without thinking, Tarzan grabbed James' legs and pulled them to him; James reached close and untied the leather loincloth from his new lover- Tarzan's massive 11-inch cut cock plopped out of the loincloth. Thick burly chocolate brown fuzz enamored around his cock and an even sweeter treasure trail led up sun kissed tanned skin to Tarzan's enormous pecs. James immediately took the cock in his mouth and began to swallow it, being sure to lick the enormous shaft and head. Tarzan grunted in pleasure; if it was one thing James knew how to do better than anything was to suck a cock. Tarzan had the finest looking cock that James had ever seen. James pulled away from his jungle man and laid on his back. Tarzan began to spit on his cock and thrust into James. James let out a small wail of pain. "It's ok baby. Go on." James nudged Tarzan on. Even though his English was broken and limited, Tarzan managed a small yet lovingly "Ok." He did not want to hurt James. James arched his back farther and his legs now by his ears, moving Tarzan's cock deeper into him. Tarzan began to thrust in and out, spastically grunting, rutting into his new love. This was not a first-time fuck for either man, this was a vow. A consummation of unsaid forever.
As Tarzan began to get closer and closer to climax, his 11-inch dick now getting harder and harder in James' tight pink hole. After what seemed like an eternity, Tarzan thrust one last time and began to beat on his chest, yelling into the treehouse and letting the jungle know he had found his mate. James yelled in ecstasy, "Yes. Yes! YES! Fuck me baby. I am yours. Fuck me." His little cock drizzling precum. Tarzan then took his hands of his chest and put them around James' throat and pushed one last time, his load immediately flooding James and pouring onto the floor of the treehouse. He pulled out of James and staggered to the top of the bed, James following him.
James kissed Tarzan fiercely. He settled into the ape-man's arms and for once in his life he felt one thing was certain: this was where he belonged.