Dashing from the scene of the burning wreckage, the young brute of an ape, Turk, cradled the infant gently against his powerful chest. He raced through the tangle of the forest, leaping over low branches and flashing past curtains of vines and leaves. This human prize now belonged to Tarzan—and, unknowingly, to James—and Turk would permit no danger of the jungle to touch it. He saw the familiar, sprawling silhouette of the treehouse and swiftly began his ascent, taking care not to jostle the small bundle. The baby was deeply exhausted, having spent his first weeks of life traveling, and now, in a terrifying blink, he had lost his known world—his mother, father, and maternal grandfather.
As he reached the entrance, Turk let out a loud, urgent whimper-grunt to wake James.
James, still wrestling with his own bruises and the lingering ache of tears, dragged himself out of bed. His time with Tarzan had taught him to interpret the apes' language. Turk's low, frantic ooohing and insistent grunts, especially the repeated "Tek Tek" (meaning Tarzan), told him that whatever was clutched in the bull ape's massive grip was a delivery from his mate. James stumbled closer and gasped. His breath hitched in his throat; he had been expecting food, or a tool, but never a small human child.
The babe’s bright, sapphire eyes blinked slowly up at James. In that instant, James’s pain, his bruises, his personal nightmare—it all began to blur. He didn't even notice the rush of wind as his beloved Tarzan, having finished his solemn duty, swung powerfully into the canopy.
Tarzan gazed upon his mate holding the miraculous scrap of humanity. A slow, profound smile broke across the jungle king’s face. James looked up, still holding the baby, and managed a shaky, "What happen—"
"Crash. All people died but baby," the Jungle King stated simply, his sinewy body gliding toward them. His chest, still heaving slightly from his labor, swelled with protective purpose. Tarzan beamed. "This is our family now."
James let out a sympathetic sigh, his heart overflowing with a foreign sense of duty. He looked at his mate, the infant resting between them. "I... I don't know how to take care of a child!"
Tarzan gathered both James and the tiny infant into his massive, powerful arms, pulling them tight against the familiar scent of musk and sweat. He kissed James’s forehead tenderly and whispered into his ear, his voice rough with assurance: "It will be alright. This is my family, and I will protect it."
Tears stung James’s eyes. In that moment, nothing else mattered: not the recent hell at the hands of Mkuu, not the mutiny, not the loss of his own father. This fragile child and his fiercely protective jungle Master—this was everything.
With newfound resolve, James moved to the living area. He gently laid the baby down on a makeshift crib woven from banana leaves and soft animal pelts. He then found an empty glass bottle, a relic from the initial shipwreck of Tarzan’s own parents. After meticulously washing it, he used a machete to pierce a fresh coconut, carefully pouring the sweet, life-giving milk into the bottle.
Returning to the crib, James smiled as he began to feed the infant. His long, fire-red hair cascaded, momentarily shadowing the baby’s face. The boy, suckling eagerly, reached up with a tiny fist and lightly tugged a strand of James’s bright hair.
"Tarzan, my love," James murmured, meeting the Jungle King's gaze. "He needs a name. Everyone deserves a good name. A strong name."
Tarzan pondered this. He stood up from his comfortable, low crouch and walked to a shelf where his parents’ few books remained. He pulled out a simple primary alphabet book, opening it to the first pages. There were the letters 'A' and 'B'. Next to 'A' was "Apple." Next to 'B' was "Boy." He pointed to the word with firm authority. 'Boy' was simple. 'Boy' was strong.
"Boy?" James asked, his tone confused but tender.
"Yes, Boy!" Tarzan declared, letting out a joyful, muffled chest-beat as he knelt beside his mate and their newfound child. The newly named infant, Boy, had no idea the intense, passionate love he had just been thrust into, a devotion that would soon prove to be stronger than any weapon on earth.
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Eighteen years vanished beneath the ceaseless green canopy of the jungle. The Boy had grown into a young man forged by two worlds. His dirty blond hair and slim physique were mounted by an impressive frame of sinew and muscle, thanks to the rigorous training of his father, Tarzan. The young lad was now eigtheen years old and almost as skilled a lord of the jungle as Tarzan himself, able to swing through the air with effortless grace, his eyes tracking prey through the densest thicket.
Boy possessed his father’s primal strength and his other father’s quick wit, creating a dangerous and tempting mix. He had learned the intricate, soft arts of human care from James, whose own fire-red hair was now traced with dimmed accents of red, yet whose passion for Tarzan remained an unshakeable core of the treehouse home. Boy knew the jungle’s secrets, yet he also understood the gentle affection of a morning kiss and the comfort of shared laughter.
He was the living extension of Tarzan's greatest commitment, a walking weakness and an extraordinary strength all at once.
Tarzan taught him everything, from trapping small game, to making his own spear, to learning how to fuck his eventual mate by practicing on James.
As soon as Tarzan saw his son jerking off, he knew it would only be a matter of time until he wanted to fuck everything and everything. Tarzan started by telling James what was happening. In a expected surprised way, James attempted to say no, but that was swiftly vetoed by the King of the Jungle; “James and I will fuck you.”
That first time was erotic and sensual. Here was his boy with a massive 9’ uncut cock coming to kiss him all while Tarzan then took off his own loincloth and the girthy monster from underneath sprung out. James did not know what to think. He too was turned on by the taboo nature. Boy took off his loincloth, and began to unite James’ too. Each of the men began to go the bedroom. Tarzan watched in the chair nearby mesmerized as his cock drooled gobs of precum. Boy looked his sapphire eyes into James’ mixture of blue and green. “I love you James. Just like Daddy does.” James looked at his son with lust and simultaneous love. “I love you too baby boy.” Boy then grunted and shoved two of his fingers into James’ hole. James squealed with ecstasy. “FUCK” said James and Boy together. Tarzan watched in glee as his massive cock was hardened by the erotic taboo sight. James kissed his son. Boy returned the favor until they each began to wrestle onto the mattress. Boy picked up James and slammed his body on the bed. James was in pure ecstasy. Tarzan leaned forward from the chair and kissed his Boy. Their tongues cascaded with passion. “Like this Daddy”, the young man whimpered. “Yes” exclaimed Tarzan. James in the middle of the two was whimpering. Tarzan and Boy broke from one another so Boy could put his cock into James. “It’s ok baby. Put it in me. I want you to.” James knew what was expected of him. He was now each of the two lords’ cumdump now. Boy slammed his young uncut throbbing cock into James. Tarzan then went to the headboard of the bed and began to gently lower himself onto James’ eagerly awaiting face. James took his mouth and tongue into Tarzan’s hole and began to make love to his Master’s hole. Tarzan grunted and ooohed. He then forced Boy to kiss him, all while Boy was pumping his load into his other father. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna explode!” “CUM-CUM NOW BOY”, demanded Tarzan. James still wriggled in ecstasy as he nibbled on Tarzan’s hole. Tarzan’s cock was throbbing to the point the tip of the King’s cock was turning from a deep tan color to purple.
Boy cummed and collapsed on top of James. Tarzan gently moved his Boy onto the other side of his James. “Tarzan turn now baby.” Tarzan then took his massive 12.5 cut cock” and fucked Boy’s cum farther and farther into James. James began to moan extensively into orgasmic bliss. “Fuck me, fuck me Daddy. Make me your sissy. Fuck that pussy!!” Boy turned on again by the carnal pleasure he was personally viewing began to quiet James by softly kissing him. Tarzan then had a sly idea. What the King of the Jungle wanted, the King of the Jungle got. So, he flipped both Boy and James onto their stomachs, each of them having the best and juiciest bubble-butts. Tarzan fell out of James and began to lick James’ cunt; he took his own precum and used it as lube in Boy. Boy then riled in bliss. Tarzan then took a finger and began to finger fuck Boy. “Kiss!”, he instructed his two cumdumps. Boy then took James into his mouth and began to passionately make out. This excited Tarzan beyond belief. Tarzan then took his massive cock and slammed into the tight and taught virgin hole that was Boy. Boy screamed in pleasure. With tears of part agony, part orgasm, he looked at James and Tarzan, “I love you both! I love you Daddy!” Both James and Tarzan looked at their son with mixed feelings of lust and pride. Tarzan then took both of his massive paws of hands and began to pull onto Boy’s blonde hair and James’ crimson red hair and fuck both of them-in and out of one-into the other, fucking them into oblivion. “MINE”, he grunted. As he thrusted into Boy, James broke free and began to suckle onto the jungle Lord’s nipples, with one last gigantic thrust, Tarzan blew his load into Boy and let out a hellacious Tarzan-style scream and beat on his mighty chest.
The whole Jungle knew what was happening. Tarzan was claiming what was rightfully his. His Boy and His James.
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As the years progressed, James became more skilled in the art of fucking and becoming a man. He knew everything there was to know of surviving in the jungle. He had grown from the small babe, to a young man of 6’2”, 195 of solid Adonis-like muscle, and a curiosity that parallelled his other father, James. He still was no match to his father Tarzan’s massive 6”5, 260 pound frame of Herculean stature.
It was a bright Spring day in the Congo. Tarzan and him were starting the morning attending their newly made spears as James was nearby collecting fruit from the nearby orchard of trees that they had planted when Boy was young. The triad was very much in love and happy. Boy was finishing up his spear when he began to have those lustful thoughts again. He arose from the tree stump he was sitting on and nudged towards his father Tarzan. He began to kiss Tarzan’s shoulder blades and rub against Tarzan’s loincloth. Tarzan saw what his boy was doing and he would watch and see what happened. James, now too far away in the orchard, was oblivious to the heat of the moment to notice. Boy became more courageous, forgetting he was literally dealing with the absolute Lord of the Jungle.
“Do you like that Dad”, said the young man.
“Yes”, growled Tarzan, as he grabbed Boy by the throat and leaned in for a kiss. Boy then swiftly untied the loincloth barely clad onto his Jungle Lord; and in breakneck speed, Tarzan flung into the trees with his young son and darted off to the waterfall he took James to, many moons ago for a lesson on what to do and not do with the King of the Jungle. By now James had come back to the clearing of their entrance and called out, “Tarzan? Boy? Loves?”, but there was nothing but chattering of monkeys and birds from atop the canopy.
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As he nuzzled into his father’s chest, James knew what was coming. As they landed onto a firm African Mahagony tree branch, Tarzan looked at his young spawn with love and lust. As the years had gone on, he grew also with Boy when it came to education and became fluent in describing his thoughts and feelings. He looked at his son and said, “I love you; son and I am glad I found you.”, - “I love you too Dad”, and with that last retort, Tarzan then grabbed his Boy and flung them both into the cold yet warm lagoon at their feet. The two splashed around and dived, having the time of their lives. Boy came up to the surface and met Tarzan’s gaze. He looked into the deep golden amber eyes and kissed him, full of raw emotional passion. Tarzan kissed back, his tongue racing against the back of Boy’s mouth. Boy broke the kiss by going underneath the peaceful blue of the waterfall and began to untie his skimpy loincloth. Under the façade of the waterfall caressing on the outside, there was a small beach in the cave behind the water fall. Boy laid down into the wet sand and positioned himself on all fours-if he had learned anything in the last three years of being lovers with the King of the Congo and all of Africa, it’s that he loved a plump and juicy cunt to fuck. Boy shook his bubble but gently yet coyly. This excited Tarzan. His massive 12.5” cock was at full attention under his loincloth. Tarzan crept forward to his prey of flesh. He semi-mounted Boy from behind and whispered in Boy’s ear: “Take off my loincloth now.” He snapped his fingers in demand to Boy. Boy did as he was told. He began to untie with his fingers and Tarzan grunted no- “Teeth, Boy”. Boy did as commanded by his Lord. He took the leather string holding the King’s loincloth together by his teeth. As he did, the massive cock flung free and slapped Boy onto his face. Tarzan stood, anticipating what his Boy was about to do. Boy, imitating his father to the best of his ability, got on all fours and began to suck and make love to the King’s glorious member. Boy had never had this opportunity to have one-on-one with Tarzan and was reveling in it. He sucked Tarzan’s cock and alternated between sucking and massaging his balls. Tarzan then gripped the young man by his flowy dirty blonde hair and forced him to swallow all 12.5 inches entirely. Boy started to gag, “Take it Boy. Swallow my cock.” Boy did as he was told. After 10 minutes of pure orgasmic fellatio, Tarzan wanted what belonged to him always, that sweet taught and young cunt of Boy’s. Tarzan pulled Boy off his cock for a moment and laid down into the sand. He picked up Boy and laid Boy on his ab-ribbed stomach and told Boy, “Suck me now.” Boy did not dare to deny Tarzan his request. Afternoon sunlight began to flicker in the inside of the cave. The moss inside the cavern almost glowed like fireflies as the two men made love, pure animalistic erotic love. Tarzan then spread Boy’s cunt apart and was met with a pure pink hole winking at him. He took his massive tongue into his Boy. Boy shrieked in a female-like state. He had become a true vers when it came to playing with either James or Tarzan; Tarzan always wanted this, alone time with his Boy, to make Boy his second cumdump to himself. Boy obliged happily with the sucking of the jungle lord.
Boy began to suck harder onto Tarzan and within minutes, made the King climax. But the young jungle lord took it all in stride as he swallowed each and every drop from Tarzan. “Good Boy! That’s MY Boy”, Tarzan said as he caressed Boy’s cheek. The young man bashfully blushed and said, “You’re welcome, Dad”. Boy still had his own 9” uncut cock to think about. As he was about to touch it, Tarzan then grabbed Boy by the hips and slammed the young man onto his cock and grabbed him by the throat. Boy was astonished. He did not know what to think then. “You just gonna tease me and expect to get away with it?”, teased Tarzan as he thrusted his cock into his son. “You are mine just like James is. Tarzan always gets what he wants, and I am going to fill you with my cum, Boy”. Boy whimpered as the King thrusted and thrashed his cock into his young hole. Tarzan picked Boy up and began to hold Boy in the air and fuck him. Tarzan was like an animal. He was an animal. He was rutting into what belonged to him. As he fucked Boy mid-air, he pulled Boy by the hair and forced Boy to kiss him. He then spit into Boy’s mouth as he began to make grunting noises as he came closer and closer to climax. Boy screamed in pleasure, “Yes! Oh Daddy yes, FUCK ME!”. Tarzan began to go completely non-verbal and just ooohed into his Boy. He thrusted and thrusted completely like he was taught- like an ape. He grinded everything into Boy and after one final thrusting hump, completely unloaded into Boy. He pulled Boy off of him-Boy landed on the shore of the cave side beach and was spent. Tarzan was still spewing cum. It was oozing out of him like lava from the local Mount Mlima Mkubwa. Tarzan took the last pump of royal seed and dumped it on top of Boy. The young lad was beyond gone. He was full of cum one way, but empty another. Tarzan then took Boy by the throat one last time and squeezed gently and kissed Boy.
In a swift move, he grabbed each of their loincloths and grabbed Boy in his free hand, cascading Boy over his shoulder. Tarzan gently slapped Boy’s taught ass; he then ran out of the waterfall briefly and found nearby a strong vine and headed home. As they swung though the trees, Boy was happy. He was still slung over Tarzan’s shoulder as he saw the sun setting as Tarzan headed back home to James and the treehouse. He thought of how the day went and smiled-
He got to have one thing off his bucket list: a day with Tarzan and him, fucking and bonding, as true father and son. As they got to home, James came down the stairs of the treehouse and saw the two men, “Where have you taken my son today, love?” he asked Tarzan. Tarzan looked at James and said, “Nowhere. Just to our beach.” James blushed and did not ask anymore questions, as he already knew.
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