Hey! I love writing taboo stories, and I really appreaciate each comment and feedback. I have 2 main characters, Jack & Connor and most stories are told around them- so if you like to check my other stories, I'd be really happy, though this one includes another couple.
Jason stirred awake in the soft, king-sized bed of their luxury hotel room in Nairobi, the morning sun filtering through gauzy curtains. He stretched languidly, his lithe, pale body contrasting against the crisp white sheets. At 20, Jason was the epitome of a twink—slender frame, tousled blonde hair, and bright blue eyes that sparkled with youthful curiosity. Beside him, Eduard snored softly, his muscular chest rising and falling. Eduard, 22 and bisexual with a rugged charm, had dark hair and a stubbled jaw that Jason loved to trace with his fingers.
They'd flown in from the States for a gap-year adventure, eager to explore Africa's wild heart. After a quick breakfast in the hotel's open-air restaurant, they chatted with the staff. A stern-faced concierge pulled them aside. 'Gentlemen, the forests nearby are not for tourists,' he warned, his accent thick. 'Hidden tribes still roam there—fierce, untouched by the modern world. Many who wander in never return.' Jason laughed it off, squeezing Eduard's hand. 'We're not scared of a little adventure,' Eduard replied with a grin. The warning only fueled their excitement.
By midday, armed with backpacks, water, and a half-hearted map, they ventured into the dense African forest. Towering trees draped in vines blocked out the sun, and the air hummed with insect calls and distant animal cries. They hiked for hours, laughing and snapping photos, but as the light faded, the path vanished. Panic set in. 'This way,' Eduard said, pointing vaguely, but soon they were utterly lost, the canopy swallowing the stars.
Exhausted and disoriented, they stumbled upon a clearing lit by flickering torches. A village emerged—huts of thatch and mud, surrounded by nearly naked figures. The tribe's men and women wore only leaf skirts around their waists, their torsos bare and glistening with sweat. Jason's eyes widened as he caught glimpses beneath the leaves: every man sported a massive cock, thick and pendulous even at rest, swinging heavily with each step. The tribe eyed the intruders warily but, after some gesturing and shared fruit, allowed them to stay. Language barriers persisted—no words exchanged, only nods and smiles. They led the couple to a small hut and left them to rest.
Jason collapsed onto a woven mat, pulling Eduard close. They whispered about the surreal encounter before sleep claimed them.
Morning light pierced the hut, and Jason woke alone. Eduard was gone. Heart pounding, he stepped outside, the village stirring with activity. A few paces away, he froze. There, in a shaded grove, Eduard was entangled with three women from the tribe. They were lithe and dark-skinned, their leaf skirts hiked up, bodies pressed against his. One knelt behind Eduard, her face buried between his ass cheeks, tongue lapping greedily at his hole, making him groan. Eduard thrust forward, his cock buried deep in the second woman's ass, pounding her with rhythmic slaps of skin on skin. His fingers plunged into the third woman's pussy, two digits curling inside her slick folds, drawing out wet squelches as she moaned.
Jason's stomach dropped. Shock rooted him in place—betrayal mixed with a twisted arousal at the raw scene. Before he could call out, a massive black hand clamped onto his shoulder, heavy and unyielding. He whipped around to face three giant men, each towering over six feet, their bodies rippling with muscle, leaf skirts barely containing their enormous cocks. These were no ordinary tribesmen; they exuded raw power, veins bulging on their arms, eyes narrowed in fury.
The women spotted the men and gasped, scrambling away in terror, leaves rustling as they fled into the brush. Eduard pulled out, his cock slick and hard, staring in confusion. The men growled in their tongue, pointing accusingly. One grabbed Jason by the arm, yanking him forward like a ragdoll. Another lunged at Eduard, seizing him by the throat and pinning him against a tree, forcing him to watch.
The leader—the one who'd touched Jason—shoved him to his knees in the dirt. 'Suck,' he grunted in broken English, the first words they'd heard, as he ripped away his leaf skirt. His cock sprang free: a monstrous thing, at least twelve inches long, thick as Jason's wrist, veined and hairy at the base where coarse black curls framed it. The head was bulbous, already leaking precum. Jason gagged at the musky scent, but the man's hand tangled in his blonde hair, forcing his mouth open.
Eduard struggled against his captor. 'Jason! Let him go!' But the second man held him firm, a meaty forearm across his chest, making him witness every moment.
The leader thrust forward, shoving his cock past Jason's lips. It stretched his jaw wide, the hairy shaft scraping against his tongue. Jason choked, saliva dribbling down his chin as he struggled to take even half. The man didn't care; he fucked Jason's face with brutal pumps, balls slapping against his chin, grunting like a beast. 'Good white boy,' he snarled, the third man laughing deeply while stroking his own emerging erection.
Tears streamed down Jason's face, but his body betrayed him—his own cock twitched in his shorts, hardening at the degradation. The leader pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting them, and hauled Jason to his feet. The other two released Eduard just enough to drag him closer, binding his wrists with vines to a nearby post. 'Watch your bitch get bred,' one sneered in halting English.
They stripped Jason roughly, tearing off his shirt and shorts, exposing his smooth, pale skin and slim ass. The leader bent him over a log, ass up, and spat on his hole. No mercy, no prep—just raw instinct. He aligned his enormous cock and rammed in. Jason screamed, the intrusion splitting him open, pain exploding as the thick girth tore through his tightness. Inch after inch buried deep, the hairy base grinding against his cheeks.
The man fucked like an animal, hips slamming forward with feral grunts, pulling almost out before crashing back in. Jason's body jolted with each thrust, his hole clenching futilely around the invading shaft. 'Tight... so tight,' the leader growled, claws of hands digging into Jason's hips, bruising the white flesh. Eduard watched, eyes wide, his cock shamefully stiffening despite the horror.
Not content to wait, the second man stepped up, grabbing Jason's hair and forcing his mouth back onto his cock. This one was even thicker, the head flaring wide as it battered Jason's throat. He gagged violently, throat convulsing, but the man held him down, face-fucking him in sync with the ass-pounding behind. Jason's world blurred—drool and tears mixing, body used from both ends.
The third man circled, stroking his massive length, waiting his turn. He pinched Jason's nipples hard, twisting them until he whimpered around the cock in his mouth. 'Our wives... you watch now,' he said to Eduard, who strained against the vines, helpless.
The leader's pace quickened, animalistic snarls escaping as he hammered deeper, balls tightening. With a roar, he came, flooding Jason's ass with hot, thick spurts of cum. Rope after rope painted his insides, the excess leaking out around the shaft as he kept thrusting through his orgasm, churning it into a creamy mess.
He pulled out with a wet pop, cum dribbling down Jason's thighs. No respite—the second man took his place immediately, flipping Jason onto his back on the log. Legs spread wide, the man plunged in, the leader's load squelching out with each brutal entry. This fucker was relentless, pounding Jason's prostate with savage force, making his cock leak precum onto his stomach. Jason's cries turned to moans, body surrendering to the overwhelming sensations.
The third man straddled Jason's chest, feeding him his cock while the second ravaged his ass. Jason sucked sloppily, lips stretched, tongue swirling over the hairy underside. The men communicated in guttural tones, laughing at Eduard's flushed face. 'He likes it... look at his little dick,' one taunted.
The second man gripped Jason's thighs, folding him nearly in half, drilling down with piston-like strokes. His grunts grew wilder, sweat dripping onto Jason's body. Suddenly, he buried deep and unleashed, cum erupting in powerful jets, mixing with the first load, bloating Jason's guts until he felt full, sloshing with each movement.
Gasping, the second man withdrew, and the third seized control. He yanked Jason up, bending him over again, but this time facing Eduard. 'See your man filled,' he hissed, then mounted Jason from behind. His cock, slick with Jason's spit, speared in effortlessly now, the cum-lubed hole welcoming the girth. He fucked with primal fury, hips blurring, hands spanking Jason's ass red.
Jason locked eyes with Eduard, shame and lust swirling. The third man's thrusts grew erratic, his body tensing. With a bellow, he climaxed, pumping even more seed into Jason—thick, endless pulses that overflowed, running in rivulets down his legs. Jason's own orgasm hit then, untouched, his cock spurting weakly onto the ground as the relentless pounding milked him dry.
The men finally stepped back, cocks softening but still dripping. Jason collapsed, ass gaping and leaking a torrent of their mixed cum, body trembling. They untied Eduard, who rushed to Jason's side, holding him as he sobbed. The tribe, having watched from afar, dispersed, seemingly satisfied with the retribution.
Exhausted, the couple gathered their torn clothes and stumbled through the forest, guided by faint smoke trails from distant villages. Hours later, as dusk fell, they emerged onto a dirt road. A passing jeep from a safari tour spotted them—dirty, bruised, but alive—and drove them back to the hotel.
In their room, Jason showered off the evidence, Eduard apologizing profusely. But as they lay together, Jason's hand wandered to Eduard's cock, a spark of their adventure lingering. Africa had changed them, binding them in ways neither expected.
