The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, painting the vast, humid canvas of the Congo in the deep, inky hues of nightfall. The air hummed with the pulse of the jungle: the deep, earthy movements of elephants among the trees and the soft, protective chattering of the ape tribe making their collective nests for the night. Tarzan was expertly striking his spear-tip against a piece of flint, showering sparks onto the dry tinder to create a welcome, crackling fire for his family. Boy was helping James tidy their modest dinner things.
The night was brimming with a raw, enveloping kind of magic.
Soon, James and Boy joined their jungle lord by the growing blaze. James moved naturally, taking his place between Tarzan's outstretched legs. He leaned back, his spine settling against the unyielding, warm wall of muscle that was Tarzan’s chest, exhaling a sigh of utter contentment. Tarzan's powerful right arm came around him—heavy, warm, and possessive—pulling him into an embrace. Boy settled close, watching his two fathers locked in a silent, enduring love.
“I love you, my Tarzan,” James murmured, the words little more than a whisper against the smooth, tanned skin of his partner’s throat.
Tarzan looked down at the beloved prize he had claimed in the jungle—his human, James. He responded with a low, deep bass rumble that James knew was his purest way of saying, “I love you too,” a sound that vibrated sweetly through James's back. A fierce, genuine smile broke across Tarzan’s lips, and he lowered his head, pulling James in for a long, slow, seeking kiss that tasted of smoke and wild earth. All were perfectly, blissfully happy.
“Dad, tell me again how you met Father,” Boy asked, his eyes wide in the firelight.
Without hesitation, Tarzan began, his deep voice resonating in his chest. “James and his father were shipwrecked, much like my birth parents. After a few days, I noticed that his father had died. It was during the burial of Alex—your grandfather of sorts—that the vicious animal that is Sabor the leopard began to chase James. I knew I had to protect him.”
As he told the familiar story, James was flooded with a powerful wave of memory—seventeen years of life, love, and change. He held onto Tarzan tighter, burying his face into the hard, warm curve of the jungle man’s pecs, remembering the mutiny and the last night he'd shared with his own father.
Tarzan continued, his voice steadying the past. “As Sabor pursued James, he fell into a trap set by the Waziri. I knew that I had to get him out of danger. In the last second, I was able to swing by on a vine and capture James. Saving him. I then set James on a sturdy nearby branch of a tree and regained my focus on the big cat. She sliced through my right shoulder and bicep, lunged for my neck, but instead, made her way into my knife.”
“Your Dad has always been my savior, Boy,” James murmured sweetly, lifting his head to look up at Tarzan. Despite the hardened exterior forged by the jungle, Tarzan blushed for a moment, a rare sign of vulnerability, and squeezed his James tight against his chest. James lovingly squeezed one of Tarzan’s knees back in response.
Boy looked across from his two fathers, his heart full of their quiet, powerful love, and sighed. “I love you two very much. I hope I find a mate like you two.” He let out a wide yawn. It had been three hours since dinner, and the rich, echoing chorus of the Congo nightlife was now a gentle lullaby to the young man. He began to stand and walk toward the stairs of the treehouse, heading for the communal bed the triad shared.
The moment Boy was gone, the air around James and Tarzan thickened with immediate tension. James turned, his sapphire eyes shimmering with unmistakable lust, the warmth of the fire reflected in their depths. He rose, his movements deliberate, and followed Boy’s path for a moment, disappearing into the shadows of their home's upper level. He soon reappeared, carrying a massive, soft leopard pelt—Sabor's pelt, a trophy and a symbol of their life together—which he unfurled beside the roaring fire.
As James descended the last steps, the firelight caught his ember-colored hair, making it glow brighter than the flames themselves. He began his dance, a slow, mesmerizing ritual meant for his mate alone. He moved with a graceful, feline slink toward the heat, his focus solely on Tarzan. James’s body, muscular yet lithe, was barely covered by the skimpy twine of leather around his waist. He met Tarzan's gaze, bit his lip, and with a slow, deliberate tug, allowed the meager loincloth to slip off, pooling at his feet.
Tarzan, whose eyes had been locked on his partner, released a low, guttural sound of appreciation. His body was already responding; his heavy uncircumcised length straining against his own simple leather covering.
He didn't wait. With the swiftness of a jungle cat, he flung himself toward his James.
James squealed, a sound of pure pleasure and anticipation, as he was gently deposited onto the plush comfort of the pelt. Before the fire, Tarzan descended, his massive, calloused hands framing James's face as he leaned in, claiming him with a passionate, deep kiss that tasted of devotion and raw desire. Tarzan began to passionately explore the body of his mate with his rugged hands. James was relishing in the intimacy of the moment. He knew exactly what to do as he laid flat on his back and took his legs behind him, his arms supporting him. James’ bright and pink hole winked at the Jungle Lord and sent him into a frenzy. Tarzan smiled and slid his throbbing member into James. James yelped in simultaneous pleasure and pain, but in a good way. Tarzan began to thrust into his mate. He flipped James over, grabbing onto the crimson patch of hair that caressed James’ head and pulled it. As he began traction in movement humping his mate, he began to groan in dominant spurts, “Mine. You are MY James.”, he said.
James was overcome in ecstasy. Tears of joy began to stream down his face as his mate was fucking him. Tarzan took his hands from James’ head and pulled James’s body closer to him, he grabbed James’ thighs and pulled in deeper; with his dominant left hand, he smacked James’ ass. James replied, “Yes! YES! Smack that ass, own this cunt”. The two lovers became entwined as the fire nearby roared into the night. After a good hour of Tarzan ramming his cock into James, he began to get closer and closer to cumming. He started to grunt more and more-this was his tell-tell that he was close and James knew it. “Come on baby, FUCK ME”, fervidly exclaimed James. James squeezed the muscles of his pussy onto Tarzan’s meaty 12.5 uncut member. With one final thrust, Tarzan humped over James and pulled his hair and rut into him, a flood of pure white cum filled James and leaked out of him. Still inside him, Tarzan let go of James and began to beat on his chest and let out the most ferocious holler of all, sending a cry into the night.
The fire was still alive as the two men began to come down from the euphoric high. They both lay on the pelt and breathed deeply. James nestled into Tarzan, his cock still throbbing hard itself.
Tarzan saw this and immediately sprang into action for his mate. In a flash, he was on all fours, in his natural state, and began to suck James. This reignited the fireworks in James and before he could say no, Tarzan was licking and sucking his mate, determined to make him cum. He took his left hand and began to stroke James swiftly; his cum still leaked out of James, and he took it and used some as lube as he concurrently took his right hand and took two fingers to curve into his beloved, making sure to hit James’ prostate. James seethed in excitement as his lover made his body spasm in pleasure.
Tarzan began to jerk the cock in his hand faster, his rugged thumb working James's swollen head, while his other hand remained curved inside James, relentlessly stroking the crucial spot. James seethed in excitement, his body vibrating against the pelt, no longer able to form words, only ragged breaths and muffled cries. The sensation of the prostate massage combined with the swift, focused handstroke was a blinding, singular heat, pushing James to the very brink. He arched his back violently, burying his fingers into the leopard fur as the pressure became unbearable. With a final, explosive minute of simultaneous orgasmic tension, ropes of cum expelled from James. Tarzan leaned in and kissed James. “Good boy,” he grunted into his James. Tarzan took both hands and formed them around his mate.
Spent, but filled with a profound, deep energy, they collapsed onto the luxurious pelt of skin. Tarzan kept James anchored against his side, their bodies perfectly fitted together. They gazed up at the magnificent, pitch-black expanse of the sky, where the light of a million stars twinkled like scattered diamonds.
James crooked his head sideways and gave his Tarzan a brief, wet kiss near his collarbone. “I love you so much,” he sighed, tracing the line of a recent scratch on Tarzan’s shoulder. “Forever and always. My King, my everything.”
Tarzan, his heart swollen with ownership and adoration, simply pulled James closer, pressing a hard, possessive kiss into his temple. He was James’s world, and James was the only world Tarzan needed. They wrapped themselves together in an embrace as ancient and sturdy as the great trees around them, finding perfect sanctuary in each other’s arms, and fell asleep by the gentle, fading heat.
