Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 22:36:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Collage Maker
Subject: Tarzan and the Explorer

Tarzan and the Explorer
By Collage Maker

The deep purple sky, streaked with pink and lavender, slowly faded to clear
blue as the rising tropical sun speared golden rays into the supernatural
mists shrouding the looming rainforest, awakening the jungle emerging from
beneath its silvery veil. Lush with flowers and the multiple tints of its
verdure, soon the jungle was teeming with the howls and grunts of monkeys
and the calls of a myriad of different birds, from canaries, flycatchers,
and parrots to sunbirds, warblers, and weavers. A supporting cast of
cicadas and tree frogs rounded out the jungle chorus. The last wisps of fog
disappeared, leaving the sun-washed foliage sparkling with diamond dew.

Surrounded by dense underbrush and tall trees festooned with creepers and
parasitic plants such as mistletoe and orchids, a treehouse sat perfectly
in the crook of a separated trunk 20 meters up a huge tree, offering a
monkey's-eye view of the rainforest. It had no walls, as it was just a
basic platform with poles and a straw roof. There was a large bow and a
quiver full of arrows atop a small storage chest, and a bare straw pallet
upon which a white man lay on his back. He was naked, muscular and very
well endowed.  The two large mounds of muscle that were sculpted to his
semi-smooth chest rose and fell in the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. The
man's shoulders were broad and his torso formed a mighty V shape to his
narrow but muscular waist from which long brawny legs stretched out. Biceps
swelled from powerful arms. The face above the strong neck was ruggedly
handsome, with black hair that swept to his shoulders and a day's black
stubble that covered a well defined jaw. Even in sleep his genitals were
impressive, the penis hanging thick and long, the testicles big and
weighty.

The bright sun shone through the leaves, shouting at him to get up. He sat
up on the pallet and stretched and yawned, his bronzed skin gleaming in the
morning light, golden-brown eyes squinting while they adjusted. A new day
had begun for the man known as Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle.

Donning a smooth, tan-colored skin loincloth and knife, he stepped to a
large rope tied above him to a heavy branch of the tree, and descended by
climbing down it. Near the base of the tree was his toilet, a two-foot deep
hole in the ground and a gourd full of water. There was a pile of dirt and
a strong sharp stick Tarzan used as a shovel, and to 'flush' the toilet he
simply shoveled some dirt into the hole.

A narrow path led a short distance to a stream. Tarzan followed it to his
bathing-place, a deep pool of water with an outcropping of rocks. A wisp of
smoke rose from across the pool, from a narrow beach by a horseshoe shaped
cove.

Creeping silently, Tarzan kept hidden, moving from tree to tree, keeping
the smoke in sight, until he had a clear view of a half-dead campfire in
the centre of the sand, next to an iron plate which held the remains of
someone's breakfast. Under the shade of a nearby tree, on top of a large
blanket, a man was sleeping on his side - the first white man Tarzan had
seen in several months.

Tarzan squatted behind a tree, peered around it. His glance took in a green
plastic notebook laying on a neat pile of clothes next to the man, several
plant samples, and a hat, gun, and backpack. He waited patiently until he
was convinced the man he was watching was alone. Then Tarzan moved into the
open, and cautiously approached until he stared down at a strapping,
youthful man. A pair of white trunk briefs covered his middle, stretching
over the firm gluteal muscles which supported his trim waist and
contrasting with the deep tan of his long, hard body which had very little
hair.

Tarzan bent down and picked up the sleeping man's notebook. It had a name
and address inscribed on the front: Rob Jensen, from a town in Queensland,
Australia. With one hand Tarzan riffled the pages before putting the
notebook down. Rob was leading a group of six explorers on a jungle
expedition to search for traditional treatments. Tarzan already had heard
talk of the expedition on his last visit to the nearest village, a good
day's hike away. It seemed Rob had gone ahead to scout this area.

Rob stirred, turning on his back so that he was facing upwards. He had a
strong-featured, chiseled face under dark blond hair that was cut fairly
short, so that it was like a soft bed of moss sitting on the top of his
head. His smooth chest was full and defined, running down to a firm
washboard-like stomach. Strong, well-developed arms bulged out from broad,
thick shoulders. He had muscular legs with firm calves and tapered
thighs. Tarzan's heart was racing. In all, Rob Jensen was an ideal package
of lean, powerful muscles.

Rob stirred again. Dark green eyes fluttered open, widening in shock as the
explorer saw the magnificently muscled physique of a bronze skinned
European standing before him, wearing only a loincloth showing a bulging
studly basket.

Rob scrambled to his feet, backing up. "Who the hell are you?"

"I was born with the name of James Greystoke but you may have heard of me
by another name. Most people call me Tarzan."

"Oh yes, I've heard of you" said Rob, awed. "You're famous in these parts!"
Tarzan allowed himself a small grin.

"My name's Rob Jensen, by the way. I'm a pharmacologist on a team from
Australia. We're talking with people about herbal remedies, discovering and
describing new species of plants for their medical properties. I came over
to check this lake out on my map - the rest of the group decided to stop
and work in our prep-lab for a while, 4 kilometers south of here."

"Which direction are you going?"

"South-east."

"You're headed in the right direction for Mwani village, in Bathuru
territory, where the Lingala bends south. The villagers' knowledge of
herbal remedies is invaluable."

"Thanks Tarzan. My team'll be sure to check it out."

"I'm going to have a swim now. You're welcome to join me."

Tarzan turned, stripping off his loincloth in one fluid motion. Rob let his
gaze follow the planes of Tarzan's body, roving over the strong lines of
the beautiful back, and the corded muscles in the long legs as Tarzan bent
to lay down his loincloth and knife, before landing on the firm smooth
curves of the jungle hero's muscular ass. Tarzan's butt was fabulous, with
the muscles which formed it so well defined that it was unreal. Rob tried
shutting his sex-related thoughts at seeing his companion naked, but with a
very little success.

Tarzan slipped in, jungle-fashion, without a sound into the water, cutting
through the pool like a razor. "Are you going to join me?" he asked from
the middle of the pool.

Rob looked at Tarzan and at the lake, shuffled a bit, then grasped the
waistband of his briefs and pulled them off. Rob was the kind to swim
outside butt naked just about anywhere, but the company he was having
definitely made some difference... Tarzan smiled to the Aussie, getting a
few ideas. He did a few smooth freestyle strokes, swam nearer to Rob.

"Is the water cool?" Rob asked casually, walking to the shore.

"Yep! It's very cool."

Rob stepped in, ducked under the surface, his bare skin tingling pleasantly
from the cool water. He stood up in the shallows, running a hand over his
short hair to hurry the drops of water down his face. Tarzan waved a hand
to Rob, then dove.

Water lapping at his knees, Rob watched as the light caught the small
ripples in the pool, highlighting them with color. The beauty of it could
have stolen his breath away. But what happened next, did.

Inhaling sharply, Rob gazed upon the water god that rose up out of the
water, proudly bare and superbly muscled, sun glistening on the drops of
moisture that ran down his body. The air seemed suddenly thicker as Rob
swallowed heavily, his groin muscles clenching in excitement and
arousal. Desire shot through him, the need for sex beginning to run through
him like an electric current, a physical longing he felt in the stem of his
swelling dick and the depths of his balls, in his chest and in his groin.

This desire was not simply Rob's. The tan skin of the Aussie hunk's smooth
muscular body was catching the light everywhere as, after a painful while,
Tarzan's eyes traveled down from Rob's chiseled face, rock hard pecs and
ripped abs to the enflamed cock now at full mast. Tarzan's huge cock began
to lengthen and harden as he saw the length and girth of Rob's powerful,
rock-hard erection.

They stood there, naked and aroused before each other, for another painful
pause. Tarzan stepped closer with his huge erection and kneeled in front of
Rob. "Tarzan," Rob said, but before he could finish, in one swift clean
motion Tarzan took Rob's length to his mouth.

Rob stifled a moan as he felt strong bliss shoot up and down his
body. Tarzan was sucking on his fully erect dick, and it felt so good! With
each suck, a jolt of pleasure shot through him. Pleasured by the warm
mouth, Rob closed his eyes and squirmed laxly, moving his hands to toy with
Tarzan's damp dark hair. Tarzan lifted his face for a few seconds for a
quick glance at Rob's face. Rob looked as if he was enjoying this.

Rob impatiently moaned and pressed himself to Tarzan's mouth. Tarzan
grinned to himself and returned to suck Rob's hard member. Rob unhesitantly
pumped in to Tarzan's mouth, his hands upon Tarzan's head pushing
impatiently, not caring if he choked the jungle man a little.

Tarzan released Rob's cock, kissed the tip gently. Rob moaned a deep
guttural disappointment, hoping it wasn't over. Tarzan rose to his feet,
stood proudly as Rob looked at his body, and reached out to touch the hard
contours of his chest - then Tarzan caught Rob's wrist and held it. Rob
blinked, surprised. Tarzan looked at Rob, chuckled softly, then dragged him
back to the edge of the water, walking out onto the beach. He lay face down
on Rob's blanket and spread the pair of tight bronze buns forming his
magnificent bubble butt, then looked over his shoulder. The invitation was
clear.

Rob was not about to pass up such a unique opportunity. Gently spreading
those perfect mounds of muscle, Rob stared at the pucker in the cleft
separating them, then leaned forward and buried his face between Tarzan's
ass cheeks.

Tarzan groaned deep in his chest. He spread his buns wider to make it
easier for Rob. Rob's face was pressed into the hairy cleft as his tongue
slid into Tarzan's ass. Rob was in heaven! He knew that he couldn't
restrain himself for long, but that ass was simply too perfect.

When Rob finally sat up, he turned Tarzan onto his back. The jungle lord
smiled broadly and lifted his sinewy legs high, spreading them as he
grasped Rob's rod and directed it to his anus. Rob needed no further
prompting and Tarzan grunted as the Aussie stud's rock hard tool sank into
the jungle man's hot hole; the entry was rough though not violent. As Rob's
groin pressed against Tarzan's, the impossibly tight sheath of Tarzan's
strong ass gripped Rob's thick cock as if it would never let go. It felt
warmer and better than any single thing the Aussie stud had ever stuck his
dick in before - girl pussy, man pussy, or mouth. Rob paused and reached
for Tarzan's mammoth erection. The dick was so large that Rob's big fist
could hardly close round it. But when Tarzan's legs locked round his waist,
Rob let go of Tarzan's mighty cock and started fucking.

Tarzan cried out in pure lust as Rob began thrusting his throbbing dick
deep into Tarzan. Rob at first pumped with slow long strokes as Tarzan
strained to impale himself on the Aussie's large stick. Rob could feel his
partner's hot breath on his throat, strong hands gripping his shoulders,
muscular legs wrapped around his waist. "Mm," Rob groaned under his breath,
"fuck." He increased the tempo. Tarzan pressed himself against Rob eagerly,
his own tool leaking pre-cum onto his rippling abs and lower chest. "Oh,
Rob, yes. Fuck me," Tarzan whispered hoarsely. And Rob did. Harder and
harder, driving himself deeper, eliciting small gasps from Tarzan at each
downward plunge. Soon the husky blond was pistoning in and out of the
jungle lord's muscular rear with all the power of his hard body.

Tarzan's lust filled groans, coming from deep in his huge chest, filled the
air, startling the birds into a flutter of wings, as the strapping Aussie
lanced Tarzan's incredible ass, reaming it, using it for a good hard
time. Rob wanted to hump the jungle stud forever, but his cock had a mind
of its own and wanted to cum so bad. Rob began to grunt wildly, and his
cock began pulsating. Then his nuts exploded and Rob bellowed as he came.

"Oh yessss!" Rob screamed, releasing torrents of his cream into Tarzan's
body, filling the tight tunnel of Tarzan's ass with violent spurts of his
hot cum. As he finished shooting his load Rob collapsed on the jungle man's
powerful body, laying there with his cock up Tarzan's ass.

"T..thank you" Rob stammered, finally removing himself from Tarzan after
losing his hardness. Tarzan hadn't allowed himself to cum, but that would
be taken care of in due course. Tarzan gently turned Rob onto his back and
smothered him with light kisses. The jungle lord dragged Rob up and pulled
him back towards the lake, walking in until they were both in the water.

Tarzan strode into the lake until it was up to his waist and propelled
himself into the water with some forceful breast-strokes. He swam nearly a
furlong out, turned round and shouted. "Come on in!" Rob waved a hand to
Tarzan and arced into the water, swimming to the jungle man's side, diving
and rising to the surface playfully.

The water made Rob happy. He splashed water toward Tarzan, smirking in a
fit of mirth. Tarzan laughed, tried to dodge the water, before immersing
himself under the surface. Treading water, Rob watched Tarzan swim
lissomely away, close to the surface. Rob swam to catch up with Tarzan and
they hovered around each other, floated here and there, looking at the
forest, swimming lazily in the cool and refreshing water.

Tarzan swam nearer to the other man, pushed gently against Rob. Swimming to
shore, they stood up in the water. Tarzan grinned, wrapped his arms around
the other man's waist, drawing him closer.

"You know, you look very beautiful" Tarzan said.

Rob blushed slowly, his cheeks turning pink under the tan. "Beautiful? Oh
come on, Tarzan, you are talking to a bloke here."

"Yes, beautiful. That's my opinion... Well, if you want me to call you
handsome, that's fine too..." Tarzan lifted his right hand, caressing Rob's
back gently.

"Well, compliment's a compliment. I don't mind... " Rob said awkwardly,
looking at Tarzan unsurely. The hand over his back was soothing. With a
playful little smirk once again, Rob said in a sultry murmur "You are
handsome yourself, you know?"

"Well, thank you, my friend. But I mean it... you are very beautiful..."
Tarzan leaned forward and kissed Rob heavily. Rob wrapped his arms around
Tarzan's back, slick with water, and kissed back, allowing their hard
muscled bodies to tightly embrace, feeling Tarzan's cock rise between
them. Tarzan continued caressing Rob's back. At the same time Tarzan moved
his other hand a little lower, pressing his fingers between the other man's
firm buttocks.

Rob drew in a small breath as he felt a long finger poking around his
tailhole, then moaned slightly as it thrust itself in. He realised Tarzan
was planning to fuck him.

Rob had always considered himself dominant. He was the hyper-masculine
handsome stud who had made other macho jock type guys bend over so that he
could fuck their tight asses hard and deep. Rob had liked only one guy
enough to take it up the ass from him: Kenard Hanson, a fellow Aussie-rules
footballer in Rob's college team with a shared passion for surfing. Ken was
a tall, strikingly handsome, blue-eyed and chestnut-haired stud, with a
hard, defined, athletically muscular body, thrusting thick cock and perfect
bubble butt. Just before graduation, the muscular duo had spent two
weekends together by the ocean, body surfing and being vigorously
penetrated by each other. Now, transfixed by Tarzan's dark masculinity and
intense erotic allure, Rob wanted to feel this hunk of a man inside
him. The thought of stuffing something as large as Tarzan's turgid pole
inside him brought a little fear, but he was far too gone to heed it.

Tarzan gripped Rob's buttocks firmly and, without knowing exactly how, Rob
found himself lifted off the ground, his strong hands gripping Tarzan's
broad shoulders, his muscular legs wrapped around Tarzan's slim waist,
Tarzan's long cock nestling along the cleft of Rob's ass. Muscles bulged
across the jungle stud's tall frame as Tarzan walked out of the water: his
biceps swelled, his huge pecs flexed, and his thighs bunched incredibly as,
holding Rob close, Tarzan carried Rob back onto the beach. They dropped
onto the blanket.

"You sure you don't have any objection on doing this?" Tarzan asked.

"...Well, unless someone comes by..." Rob grinned, pulling Tarzan down upon
himself with a yank and burying his face against the other man's broad
neck. He bit into Tarzan's neck lightly.

Then Rob's eyelids squeezed shut as he felt the head of Tarzan's fiery
member push its way inside the outer areas of his hole. His head spun
violently and all he could feel in the world was the mushroom head slowly
sliding up inside him. And then Tarzan was home, all the way, the ring of
Rob's entrance right at the base of Tarzan's monster dick, impossibly
tight.

Tarzan remained motionless, his rod held deep in Rob's ass-channel as he
allowed the blond stud to become used to the wideness and length of his
pole. Their eyes met. Rob just looked at Tarzan, breathing heavily, as
Tarzan stared at him with a frightening desire blazing behind his golden
eyes. Gradually Tarzan felt Rob's ass-muscles begin to adjust to his size
and Rob's shitchute began to slowly open up. Rob put his hands on Tarzan's
sides and moved sensuously up the muscular torso and out along the jungle
man's powerful arms. Rob's strong hands caressed the bulging biceps and
moved back down over Tarzan's massive pecs, massaging and squeezing those
incredible mounds of muscle, drawing his fingers along their base and along
the deep cleft between the pecs. "Fuck me," he demanded breathily. Tarzan
reared above Rob, his bone deeply embedded in the explorer's ass, and began
his ride.

Tarzan thrust his great prick all the way in and out of the muscular
blond's lean male butt in a slow even fucking rhythm as he began claiming
his Aussie "mate". A long moan escaped from Rob, and he looked up at Tarzan
with his eyes wide and filled with pain. Despite the preparation, it really
hurt. But Tarzan kept stroking the hole in and out with his cock, pumping
long and slow, stretching out Rob's tight ass, and it did not take long for
Rob to start bucking his hips. The sensations coming from his impossibly
stretched ass were overwhelming!

Picking up speed, Tarzan drove into the steamy hot butt of the sturdy hunk
beneath him, harder and faster. Both of his hands gripped Rob's broad
shoulders, using them to pull himself into the Aussie as hard as he
could. Rob felt as though he'd died and gone to heaven! He could not
remember sex ever feeling so good. The pain had given way to the purest
ecstasy and he was moaning in pleasure, using his feet on the small of
Tarzan's back to urge Tarzan forward, thrusting his hungry ass greedily
onto the jungle lord's mighty shaft. Soon Tarzan was slamming his
gargantuan cock into Rob, beating Rob's prostate to a pulp. Rob felt like
Tarzan was driving him through the ground as the jungle man's hips pounded
on the muscular explorer's lean buttocks with animal ferociousness.

The two virile sex-maddened studs' lust-filled cries echoed round the
forest as Rob's hot tunnel continued to be violently invaded by Tarzan's
thick club. Rob wrapped his arms around Tarzan's neck and began squeezing
his sphincter muscle tight onto Tarzan's pistoning rod. The inner muscles
of Rob's ass wrapped around the jungle stud's huge cock like a glove,
making Tarzan moan and grunt with the effort of thrusting in and out of the
strong muscles that gripped him.

Soon Tarzan's body was tensing, his breath becoming harsh and shallow,
every inch of his skin on fire. And then Tarzan bellowed a blood-curdling
cry as orgasm overcame him. He thrust harder, once, twice and felt
white-hot heat explode throughout his body as he came inside that tight
Aussie ass, shooting torrents of cum into Rob's ravaged body. He remained
motionless, gasping, as his balls pumped their load into Rob's butt.

Tarzan lay on top of Rob, trying to catch his breath. Rob's heart was
beating wildly beneath his chest. Finally Tarzan's breathing slowed and Rob
lowered his legs to the ground. Tarzan's cock slid out of Rob's sore butt
as Tarzan rolled over on to his back.

Rob's eyes traveled slowly over Tarzan's body, marveling at its muscular
beauty. The sight of the hunky jungle stud on the ground, stretched
invitingly out, sent Rob's thoughts through the roof! He locked on the huge
cock, now semi-soft, and the large balls over which it hung between
powerful thighs. And he started to get harder. Tarzan noticed this, of
course, and looked up. Their eyes met and Tarzan smiled.

"Have any objections?" Rob asked this time.

"Nah, I got no objections...And it sure seems one part of you doesn't have
objections either..."

Scooting in, Rob scrambled to lift Tarzan's sinewy legs onto his broad
shoulders, exposing Tarzan's ass and the tight little hole between those
beautiful twin mounds of muscle. The jungle lord reached for the other
man's rock hard pecs, kneading them firmly but gently. Rob moaned and
gripped Tarzan's chest as well. His dick rubbed Tarzan's balls, and then
slid under them as he positioned the head of his cock up against Tarzan's
waiting hole. Tarzan nodded, and Rob pushed in. Tarzan groaned, arching his
back as Rob's many inches started to slide into his body. Some of the cream
Rob had previously unloaded in Tarzan's ass still remained and worked as
lube, and his rock hard shaft slid in without a stop as Rob sank the full
extent of his cock deep up Tarzan's male tunnel so that his groin pressed
against Tarzan's firm buns.

But Rob was not gentle with Tarzan's ass. Excited beyond his endurance by
the roughness of Tarzan's attack on him, and driven by a desire to get
even, Rob pulled back and then slammed his cock into Tarzan. As the rod
thrust back into him, Tarzan let out of howl of pleasure. This was how he
liked it, hard and rough. Rob started to pound his narrow hips on the hard
mounds of the jungle man's ass with all the might he could muster,
determined to keep screwing the big stud's rear end until it was stretched
out like the proverbial camp whore. Brutally fucked in his tight hot butt,
Tarzan was in bliss. He was hanging onto Rob's thick neck, groaning with
lust, as Rob lunged forward in his vicious attack, making Tarzan feel the
pure masculine drive of the body which powered the Aussie's engorged
mantool in and out of the jungle stud's ass. Rob could feel Tarzan's cock
leaking abundant pre-cum between their chests as Rob's hips continued
pounding his tool in that hot hole, long dicking in and out, really fucking
the other man.

Their mouths locked, but only briefly. Rob was already close; the
excitement in taking this powerful wild stud was too great. Sweat rolled
down Rob's forehead to fall on Tarzan's chest as he thrust one, two, three
shallow thrusts. Then he threw his head back, eyes shut and teeth gritted
hard as he arched his back and sank his pole as deep as possible into
Tarzan's heated tunnel. Rob shuddered, then yelled as his semen surged
forth in his ejaculation, flooding Tarzan's rectum. Jerking and quivering,
the Aussie stud again filled the jungle man's ass with his lust and passion
as his balls pumped their load deep into Tarzan's bowels.

As he came down from his orgasm Rob fell breathless onto Tarzan's chest,
his softening cock still embedded in the jungle lord's ass. Tarzan wrapped
his arms round the other man and held him tightly, listening to their heavy
breathing slowing in the aftermath of their coupling. He ran his fingers
through Rob's short soft hair, nuzzling it with his face, smelling the
Aussie stud's male scent and gently licking at the salty sweat on Rob's
smooth tanned skin. But soon Tarzan pulled Rob off, blood filling his rod
to full tumescence as Rob's manly aroma caused his cock to harden again!
Rob could feel strong arms rolling him over to flop onto his belly. Tarzan
just loved fucking real men and Rob was all man, a fine-looking hunk of a
man, and one hell of a stud. He ran his hand over the Aussie stud's broad
back and down to the tight, tanned bubble butt with its dimples. His
fingers slid into the crevice and played with the hair which ringed Rob's
bud. The opening was loose and slick and Tarzan pushed three fingers
inside, making Rob grunt. Quickly Rob pushed up onto his hands and knees,
spreading his legs, sticking his lean, firm rump in the air, surrendering
his husky body to the jungle stud's lusty passion.

It didn't hurt Rob too much at first; he was hot and ready, and Tarzan had
stretched him. Tarzan placed the bulbous head of his slick rod, greased
with his own semen, at Rob's sore entrance, and slowly began to sink it in,
sliding easily on his previous load inside Rob's ass as Rob moaned and
quivered below him. Tarzan began to get further along the head of his cock,
as it swelled and swelled, and Rob gritted his teeth and pushed his ass
back, trying to move onto the shaft of Tarzan's spear - anything to get
past the head of Tarzan's cock. Tarzan pushed the shaft all the way in, and
his balls banged on Rob's tight, dimpled ass-cheeks. Finally the jungle
lord pressed his powerful body against Rob's muscled back and wrapped his
arms round the blond man's sweaty, bulging chest. He began pumping Rob's
muscular rear long and slow, enjoying the incredible tightness of Rob's
firm ass, the warmth and silky smoothness of it all, and Rob's thrusting up
with his every downstroke, meeting him halfway, drawing him into sexual
overdrive.

Tarzan started to pound a little, lifting his lean hips, letting his steely
shaft pull a few inches out of Rob's male fuckhole then plunging back
in. Rob moaned in pain, then began to struggle frantically beneath the
jungle man. But Tarzan had Rob pinned in a wrestling hold, trapping the
Aussie stud beneath his mighty, sinewy body as he forced himself into the
blond hunk. He cored Rob's ass in firm strokes, sliding the full length of
his thick cock through the tight ring of Rob's anal muscles, so that Rob
was forced to arch his back and accept that cock deep as Tarzan jarred him
repeatedly with his thrusts. Rob grunted with Tarzan's powerful thrusts,
trying to keep his mind off the pain in his rectum. He closed his eyes and
tried to picture the intensity of this erotic scene: a rugged bronzed god
mounting a muscular tanned stud, and humping the hell out of the stud's hot
male butt with his mighty cock. Rob needed that, all of Tarzan's
hard-muscled strength between his legs, and all of the jungle man's big
elephant-cock. The thick, bulbous head of Tarzan's cock was pummeling Rob's
prostate with every sinking stroke, and the stimulation every time the head
of Tarzan's cock would slide past his prostate gave Rob a warm, fiery
pleasure which ensnared his senses, driving him insensate into a world of
Tarzan's hot thrusts. The pain went away and Rob relaxed totally, taking in
the hard thrusts readily, letting Tarzan pound him into the sand.

Tarzan sensed the change as the hunky Aussie completely gave up his ass for
the other muscle stud's pleasure. Tarzan's big rough hands clamped onto
Rob's hard rump-cheeks, squeezing them as his thick cock moved forward with
his plowing of Rob's butt. He rutted into the blond stud's ass deep and
fast, his hands pulling Rob's hips towards him at force, savagely pumping
Rob's ass like no one ever had. His balls swung like pendulums, bashing
first against Rob's before swinging back. Like a jackhammer, an oil
derrick, a piston on a high-powered machine, Tarzan banged and banged Rob's
hole incessantly with his throbbing hard cock, while Rob bucked back
against his thrashing groin harder and harder with each thrust. Sweat
formed a film on the husky studs' bodies, making them look like they were
oiled up for a muscle man contest. They were now mating like wild animals
in heat, both moaning and panting loudly as they began their lustful
crescendo.

The constant friction of Tarzan's pole, slamming in and out of him rapid
fire, had given Rob the hard-on of a lifetime. His cock drooled as it
bobbed above the ground. Tarzan seized Rob's boner with both hands as he
continued pumping into the Aussie stud, causing Rob first to groan with the
intense shock it sent through him, then gasp out loud as Tarzan's rough
fingers unceremoniously began jacking his cock. Tarzan continued his
assault on Rob's ass as Rob writhed in passion; the powerful fucking
combined with the manipulation of his member were quickly bringing Rob
off. Rob arched his back and flung his head backwards, screaming in joy and
relief as his orgasm seized him. Rob's balls rose and white, rich ejaculate
spurted wildly from his cock onto Tarzan's wide palms.

Rob spread his thighs wider as he felt Tarzan's thrusts increase yet more
in speed. He reached blindly behind, feeling the smooth fluid motions of
Tarzan's rock-hard thigh muscles under the bronzed skin, and then those
taut, rock-hard buns, hiding the tight asshole that Rob had fucked hard
only a little while back. Rob clenched his ass around Tarzan's pumping
shaft, the tight tensing of his rectal muscles on Tarzan's cock so hard
that Tarzan shuddered with the ecstasy of it. Every distended vein on
Tarzan's proud cock stood out in glorious lust as he rammed violently into
the sweet hot crevice that was giving him so much pleasure. Then Tarzan
reared up as he impaled Rob with his final, deepest thrust, the whole of
the glorious length of him buried to the hilt up Rob's hot sheath. His
brawny body became rigid and Rob could feel Tarzan's cock swell inside of
him until it seemed to spread and take him over.

Tarzan bellowed a mighty, guttural roar of sheer animal carnality as his
male fluid exploded. His seed spurted in multiple warm pulsating jets into
Rob's abused orifice. Rob could feel his insides being coated once more
with Tarzan's rich creamy cum and his ass muscles clamped again around
Tarzan's still erect cock, swirling it in painful pleasure. Tarzan cried
out as Rob continued to milk his cock for every bit of its sweet nectar,
then collapsed on top of Rob, flattening Rob's body onto the sand and
burying his face in the hollow between the explorer's thick neck and one
broad shoulder.

The jungle lord rubbed Rob's shoulders and upper back, kissing the back of
the neck and shoulders with light little angel kisses, and ran his hands
over Rob's perfect body. Tarzan's cock never went soft, remaining semi hard
deep inside Rob's butt. Rob was soon the consistency of melted butter as
Tarzan continued to work his back muscles and loosen him up, occasionally
grinding his ass. Soon Tarzan's fires were restoked and his cock had
hardened again to its full magnificent dimensions. Tarzan fucked ass like a
demon, as he had already demonstrated on Rob, and he never left a situation
until he was satisfied. He had to have more of the manly Aussie's tight
male hole.

Rob moaned as Tarzan began to suck on the explorer's neck, gently biting as
he did. Rob could feel Tarzan's cock throbbing deep inside him. Tarzan
continued to nibble down Rob's neck and across the shoulders as, gradually
elevating his hips, he slowly began to withdraw his cock from deep inside
the blond stud's ass. Rob groaned again as Tarzan pulled his cock to where
just the head still rested within Rob's sucking hole. Slowly Tarzan began
sliding in inch by inch and kept moving deeper into Rob. Rob could feel
Tarzan inching his way slowly inside, and with every inch Rob marveled at
how good it felt to have this wondrous stud filling him yet again with his
huge cock. And once Tarzan hit Rob's sweet spot with his throbbing prick
Rob wanted all of him inside immediately. The explorer's tight ass seemed
to suck Tarzan in further and further and massage the length of his dick as
Tarzan steadily sank all the way in. Finally, when at last the tight globes
of Rob's ass mashed into Tarzan's dark pubic hair, the husky explorer let
out a huge sigh. He waited; he was about to be taken for the third time
that morning!

Shifting onto his palms and knees, Tarzan gently pulled his cock from deep
inside Rob's tight butt. Rob groaned as Tarzan withdrew his cock to where
just the head still rested within Rob's sucking hole, and pushed his ass up
towards Tarzan's groin, resting his weight on his elbows and knees. Slowly
Tarzan shoved his hard cock back into Rob's waiting ass, then began a
leisurely pumping rhythm. He was nowhere near as randy as the last two
times and thus he was in no rush to reach his climax. He would stroke into
Rob's hole for as long as Rob could take it. All day, if
necessary. Starting now.

Tarzan nibbled one of Rob's earlobes every now and then as he fucked the
hunk tenderly, slowly stroking Rob's hole in and out with his cock. Tarzan
was pumping with slow long strokes, and with each pump Rob could feel
Tarzan's balls pressing against his. This was at first fine by Rob, who
could enjoy the feeling of Tarzan's cock churning his guts around for a
while. But then Rob could feel the sensation growing as Tarzan kept pumping
his ass. Each time Tarzan pulled back Rob would get an empty feeling in his
bowels that would only be relieved when Tarzan plunged his cock back in.

Tarzan kept pumping Rob's ass for what seemed like forever. His hands moved
to grip Rob's waist, and he pulled Rob towards him each time he drove his
cock forward into Rob's ass. Rob could feel that his ass was getting sore
again but any discomfort or even pain he might have felt was completely
masked by the overwhelming sensation he was feeling. He started to gasp
every time the head of Tarzan's cock would slide past his prostate, and
Tarzan knew Rob was going higher and higher. And so was Tarzan.

Tarzan could see his mighty cock moving inside and out of Rob's hole, and
this sight was sending him to his limit. Rob started to feel Tarzan's cock
expand with each thrust so he knew Tarzan was getting ready to cum. But as
Tarzan felt the girth of his already hard cock increase, he would pull back
to the point that only the head of his cock was in Rob's ass, and pause for
a few seconds. The pause in the sensation was so unbearable that Rob would
start wiggling his ass from side to side while trying to back up and force
Tarzan's cock back in. But Tarzan's strong hands would stay firmly on Rob's
hips and he would hold Rob down, letting Rob wiggle for a little bit,
before he submerged the length of his cock again. When Tarzan then thrust
again Rob could feel that the added girth had subsided, and Tarzan would
continue to pump until the girth returned. Rob moaned with lust and
pleasure as his ass was being worked on. Tarzan would pump and pause, pump
and pause, continuing to pause more and more often. He was trying to hold
back his cum as long as he could.

Tarzan must have been pumping Rob's ass for at least 20 minutes at this
time. Rob knew that he couldn't take this much longer and he knew what to
do. He grunted as Tarzan again buried his bone in his butt, and instantly
locked down with his ass muscles. This was the moment they'd both
wanted. Tarzan knew he had to really fuck this hunk. Tarzan pulled his hips
backward so that his dick traveled in reverse out of Rob's manhole, then
powerfully slammed it back in. Tarzan heard a low "Uuuunghh!" from the
husky blond stud as he drove the dick deep again and stopped. Then Tarzan
withdrew again, and slammed deeper, harder. Rob grunted again. Then,
responding in a matter of seconds, Rob was pushing back on Tarzan's cock.

Tarzan's rough hands tightened their grip on the stud-bottom's strong, lean
midsection as he resumed reaming out Rob's ass. With a deep breath, Tarzan
yanked his dick out of the hole again, and when once again he pushed it in
he continued the motion, see-sawing energetically in and out of the hole,
reaming out the muscular Aussie as he thrust in and out without
remorse. Soon the two brawny males were writhing in passion again, moaning
in pleasure as Tarzan butt-rode the tight-bodied Aussie hunk. Rob's ass
felt all good and tight around Tarzan's cock - slippery, warm, hot, and
just damn good!

Tarzan's hands stayed on Rob's hips as the fucking got more and more
intense and he humped the hell out of the explorer's muscular ass. He was
fucking Rob faster and faster, his pelvis a blur. Driven to a frenzy,
Tarzan long-dicked the blond stud's manhole like an animal in heat,
treating the strapping hunk like a bitch for his personal pleasure. Rob's
ass was on fire now, matching the heat building inside him, as Tarzan
worked the Aussie's hole. The constant friction of Tarzan's pole, slamming
in and out of him rapid fire, tore up his insides and gave Rob an ecstatic,
tingling sensation over his whole lower body. Rob felt detached from it, as
though every part of him below his waist was now entirely in Tarzan's
ownership, under Tarzan's control. He had completely given up his ass to
the jungle man's lust. Tarzan continued to pound into Rob, their meeting
flesh slapping in time to their torrential fucking. Tarzan's breathing was
getting ragged, and sweat was flying off his chest as he fed Rob his
massive dick. He couldn't hold back from the edge any more and hurtled
over.

With a loud, deep-throated cry, Tarzan blasted his semen into Rob's
intestines, his throbbing rod massaging Rob's abused prostate as it emptied
load after load of cum and even more of his seed filled Rob's ass. He shot
at least 6 huge loads of hot jism into Rob's already cum filled bowels,
until he felt it leaking out of Rob's ass-channel from around his cock and
dripping down Rob's ass-crack. Tarzan finally collapsed onto Rob. The two
men lay there on the ground, stuck together by huge amounts of cum,
Tarzan's once raging manhood now lying limp inside Rob. Both were breathing
deeply and sweating.

They were weak from the fuck, but Tarzan did not want to pull out of this
stud and they remained locked in this position for what seemed like
forever. Rob turned his head. Their lips, then their tongues, met. They
kissed, deep, and for a long time, their hands exploring one another's
bodies.

Then Tarzan rolled off of Rob. They rose to their feet, and Tarzan
retrieved his apparel. Tarzan's eyes were thoughtful like a child's as he
tied his loincloth around his waist, secured his knife. He seemed to search
for the right words to say.

"Can you stay for a while? I have a place nearby. Not a house on the
ground, just a refuge in the trees, a retreat for peaceful meditation. Come
join me for some fruits, nuts, fish roasted on a fire."

The offer was tempting, but Rob knew if he dallied any longer, he wouldn't
reach the others before dark.

"Thanks, mate, I really wanna stick around, but I gotta get myself back."

Tarzan nodded. "I hope our paths cross again. Goodbye."

Tarzan raised his right hand, running his fingers through Rob's short blond
hair. He touched Rob's chin, lifting the explorer's face, pressed his lips
against Rob's.

Then, turning, Tarzan plunged into the lake, swimming swiftly away, leaving
Rob to wonder if he could ever be satisfied with anyone after his
experience with Tarzan.