George of the Jungle the movie was one of my favorites growing up. you can tell where the inspiration came from. any feedback is appreciated for future stories
This isn't my first story but it's my first time posting. feedback encouraged.
Adult content. Don't read if you are offended by gay relationships and/or beastiality
"I'm home!" I shouted as I climbed the last few feet to the tree house, carrying over my shoulder a large dead deer, which was to be me and my friend's dinner that night. I could feel the thin layer of sweat that almost constantly clung to me stick to the fur of the animal in contact with my skin now, my lean muscles easily in control as I pulled myself up.
"Welcome back, George. Good to see you back," Turtek greeted happily as he rounded the corner to the kitchen and eyed me as I dumped my catch onto the counter, "Great catch, mate. This should be good for about a week!"
I turned to see my friend, a sizeable, dark furred gorilla coming toward me. He was a hefty guy - large, burley muscles bound him to his frame, all covered in deep ebony fur save for his outsized hands, expressive face, broad chest, and cut stomach. He stood about half a head taller than me and was quite thicker than I was all around. Where I was lean and defined, he was bulky and hard.
"Good," I said as I let out a breath, "been stalking this guy for awhile now."
I looked sideways and grimaced. As usual, Turtek was nude. This never bothered me, and it shouldn't have. The entire empire was naked, no one wore clothing because they had no idea what it was and they had no need for it. I, however, chose to wear a deerskin loincloth to cover myself because I didn't particularly enjoy everything 'hanging out.' It had to be rather long due to my large endowment, which I was rather proud of. But it paled in comparison to the massive member that Turtek was now swinging between his legs. This is the object of my hesitations of late. I had grown up with it but it was still a sight to see: a foot long and thick as a good size vine, he carried underneath it two orange sized balls carried in fuzzy sacks of flesh.
As of late I have been plagued by... urges. It was hard to pinpoint when exactly they started, but all I knew was when I got a whiff of Turtek's musky scent - or any animal's for that matter - or caught sight of his meat stick, I would get the strangest feeling in my groin, like my stomach dropped and it flowed to my penis. Juts like it was now.
"Hey, you ok, buddy?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," startled, I shook my head and looked away, an obvious blush beginning to form.
"No! I mean, no I wasn't," I can't believe I just did that.
"Mate, its fine," He reassured me, a slight grin in his voice, "I get that a lot."
"Yeah, but I'm not supposed to," I was trying to come up with an idea, any idea that would make sense, "it's just... weird. I mean we live with each other."
"You can if you want to,"
"... What?" I looked him straight in the eye.
"I know what your thinking and you can touch it if you want to," looking straight back at me. He wasn't lying.
"Mate, we've been living together for as long as I can remember. You said it yourself. I've been noticing."
"Don't tell me otherwise. We're best mates and I can see the way you look at me. Its only natural that this would happen eventually."
"And I have to tell you something: I've been looking at you too, man..."
I whipped my head around, shocked, to find Turtek rubbing the back of his head with one of his massive hands. His large, corded bicep bulging against his taught skin. if it were possible, it seemed he were blushing. I was speechless, stunned. I had nothing to say. It's like he pried open my mind and read what was there. What's more is that he said he wanted me too? How?! My mind was reeling on how to handle this when Turtek finally said:
"So... you want to touch it?"
I looked at him and he looked at me, like a cornered animal contemplating its next move, I flipped through my options, but there was only one screaming over all the others.
Slowly, like a wolf approaching another, I inched forward for what seemed like days - the tension was palpable between us. As I got closer the intoxicating scent that had haunted me for so long grew stronger. I could feel at the bottom of my abdomen a sensation like I was falling from a great height, like I had let go of a vine while swinging through the jungle and my stomach had shot up into my throat. My member was also reacting to the situation. It tented my loincloth painfully as we drew closer.
And finally we came within inches of each other and stopped. I hesitated, not sure how to proceed, while he made the first move and enclosed his paw over my pulsating member still in its furry confines. I inhaled sharply and my eyes fluttered. It felt so amazing, exhilarating, painful, everything in one touch. It was overriding my senses, on the verge of sending me over the edge in ecstasy.
"Ha ha," Turtek chuckled, slowly stroking up and down what he could feel, "if your reacting like this this early I can't wait to see what else is going to happen."
I hardly heard him over the rushing in my ears.
"Let's see what's underneath," he added.
With that Turtek slid his thumbs under the brim of my loincloth. He had to lift it up before he could move down for the mere hardness of my dick. I was startled at how unyielding it was. And how sensitive to the slightest movement.
"Yeah, that's nice," Turtek smiled down at my manhood, "not bad at all."
Coming from him, with what he was equipped with, I was elated. Now that I was able to regain my bearings from his earlier prodding, I looked down to see for myself. It was a good nine inches and decently thick. It was a strange purple and visibly pulsated.
"Is that...?" looking up at him, a little worried.
"Its normal, don't worry. It just means your ready for more of this..."
He quickly moved his paw back to my dick, sliding his hand down the shaft and squeezed ever so slightly. I hissed louder than last time and the sensation doubled, if that were possible, forcing me to shut my eyes and arch my back. I could feel him watching me, loving what his touch did to me. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, wanting it to stop while wanting him to squeeze harder. Turtek chuckled again as he rubbed up and down. It was astonishing how receptive my prick was. The hard calluses, built up after years of surviving in the steamy jungle, and deep grooves of his paws - I could feel every one. I moaned deeply.
"Yeah, call for me mountain man," Turtek taunted, "you like me touching you?"
"Yeah," panting, I opened my eyes to his playful grin, "yeah, I do."
My eyes wondered over his epic body, drinking in the pure masculinity, and I began to explore it with my hands. I placed both my hands on Turtek's wide chest, like thick slabs of stone; they hardly budged under my touch. That's when he took his hands from my cock and placed his fists on his hips to allow for my full worship without any distractions. I ran my hands down over his chest where I reached his nipples. I rubbed both of them with my fingertips and Turtek took a deep, sudden breath in reaction. A slight smile on my face now I moved downwards to Turtek's abs. He had the slight outlining of a four pack but nothing more. However, when he exhaled his stomach muscles tensed and the outline grew more pronounced. I traced the outlines with my thumbs. Turtek raised his arms then and flexed his biceps. They swelled grotesquely. Taking my cue I lifted my hands and placed as much as I could on either one, but my fingers barely curved over the summit of his huge arm muscles. Bringing my left one over to meet my right I attempted to encircle his right arm, but my fingers still didn't entirely encompass it. I whistled silently.
After a moment Turtek brought his arms down to his waist again and stuck out his left leg, pointing his toes and tensing his leg. Even through the clean, dark fur I could spot the outlines of his gargantuan leg muscles. I looked at his face and he nodded encouragingly. Kneeling, I straddled his leg, my ball sack grazing the soft fur, making me shiver in light pleasure. I rubbed his leg liberally, pushing deep into the sinew and tendons of his thigh, feeling the pure solid appendage. I worked my way down to his calf and shin, and then worked my way up again, slightly leaning my groin into it for mere selfish satisfaction. Making my way up I looked up through my lashes to see the massive male organ that was half way down Turtek's thigh, slightly protruding outwards.
Before I could even think to move towards it Turtek withdrew his leg from my grasp and helped me to my feet.
He placed his giant paws over my upper arms, which I took as a sign flex them just as he had done. Even though they were nowhere near the girth of his, they bulged with reserved pride and the smile on Turtek's face clearly showed that he was enjoying touching me just as much as I did touching him. The evening sun was approaching and it was at the perfect angle now to project itself into the room we were now in. the rays of warmth danced and refracted over the sweat which covered my smooth body, causing Turtek to lick his thick lips enticingly. I suddenly had the urge to assist him in his effort.
He then moved his paws to my torso, running his palms over my chest and abs in one movement. His paws were dry and course in comparison to my moist skin. I could feel his calluses scratch into my flesh. He lingered over my chest, flicking my nipples that hardened in response. After a moment his paws reached around and grabbed my butt and squeezed. Within doing so he pulled me closer to him and our hips met. He pushed into me and up. It felt exhilarating. I grabbed his forearms in response, gripping them tightly, and gasped as the now familiar, but not any less stimulating sensation of unsullied ecstasy returned to my body. Turtek's thrust was over as suddenly as it had started. Being this close to him, I now knew that he was just as hot as I was, body heat radiating from us. We grinned at each other for a moment, chuckling at the mutual bliss, before I turned my attention to Turtek's groin again, refusing to be deterred.
It had occurred to me that Turtek's cock wasn't lifting up like mine and at first it alarmed me. When my hand darted down to grab it, however, I then realized why it wasn't reacting the way I thought it should have been. The girth was difficult to wrap my head around, let alone my hand. How does something like that get so large? My fingertips barely met each other. As I lifted it up I could feel actual weight, like I was holding a full-grown anaconda only more stiff and shorter. Although, shorter is not the correct term in this circumstance. I lifted up the phallus in between our hot bodies and ensued to stroking it. Turtek lifted his chin in bliss. I could feel the hot blood pulsing through it, the veins and shady skin that gave it texture. It was so foreign - so enticing that I found myself in a trance, the deep jungle heat adding to the stupor.
"Ok, ok," Turtek brought his head down, grimacing slightly, "Let's try something else."
We untangled ourselves from each other and he directed us to the bedroom. However, considering the tree house was one giant room to begin with, that simply meant walking to the opposite side of the home and onto a lifted terrace, which held a round bed covered in animal pelts. Standing next to the bed we stood facing one another again, myself waiting impatiently for the next move.
"Get on your knees," Turtek said simply, if not comfortingly.
I looked at him confused.
With a sigh I got to the floor and looked up to him, trying hard not to keep staring at his cock that was inches from my face.
"Remember when I taught you how to suck the juice from a sugar cane?" he asked.
"Well that's what I want you to do now... to my cock,"
I flashed a glance at the thing and back at him. He looked back at frankly.
"It feels really good. Trust me," he said reassuringly, "and I'll do it for you too."
With another look at Turtek's cock and back up at his face, with his cheerful smile, I resigned myself to his bidding. With a deep breath I grasped his cock in my right hand and prepared to suck, just like the sugar cane he taught me once. Ever so slightly I lifted the warm meat to my mouth and tentatively parted my lips and leaned in. then a sudden thought occurred to me: lick it. Why not? Like a strange fruit in the forest, I want to see what it tastes like before I put it in my mouth. So that is what I did. I extended my tongue out underneath Turtek's pole, placed it on the smooth flesh, and dragged it up to the tip. It tasted... like skin, not unsimilar to mine, with a salty tang - probably due to the sweat that had been accumulating on both our bodies. But most of all it tasted good. I closed my eyes and put the whole head in my thirsty mouth. The first attempt didn't work so well, however, because the head was too large for my mouth to take. I grunted and tried again. When that failed Turtek offered his help. He placed his paws on the back of my head. As my jaw began to protest by forcing my sharp teeth to dig into his plump dick, Turtek cursed, throwing back his head. I threw my hand onto his hip for support and I could feel his muscles tensing as he tried to pry my mouth wide enough to stick his pole in me. With some pushing and with my mouth open to its full extent, my teeth finally made it over the ridge and back down to his shaft, where the size was not unreasonably uncomfortable.
I looked up Turtek's torso to his face. He was panting. The outline of his four pack was more defined with every outward breath. His face looked blissfully relieved and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead, down his cheek, and disappeared into the fur surrounding his neck. He looked down at me and smiled.
"Now you suck,"
I closed my eyes and began to draw the liquids from around Turtek's cock down my throat. Not only was the taste of sweat running down past my tongue, but I was also inhaling the musky scent of Turtek's groin, a pungent, concentrated flavor of what I had been exposed to before. I suckled greedily. Suddenly I felt a paw on the back of my head. It grasped my long hair and pulled me back away from the cock in my mouth. Just before my teeth breached the ridge of the head, it pushed my head back down the shaft, forcing me to take more of the cock. The problem was the cock head was so big that I hardly went a few inches before I started to choke and gag. I could feel it grazing the back of my throat. Before it almost suffocated me, the paw pulled my hair back again and a rhythm took hold. Out and in. Out and in. I placed my hands on either of Turtek's colossal thighs for support and as I continued bobbing I could feel from the slit a thick liquid. I pulled my tongue from underneath Turtek's dick to explore it. I placed the very tip of my tongue to the entrance (or exit) of his pole and tasted a salty substance - salty, but not in the same sense as sweat. It had a distinct flavor. I pushed deeper into the hole and was met with a squirt of more liquid. Turtek gasped in surprise. Soon a steady stream began to form and added itself to the torrent of already pungent flavors.
As the oral sex wore on, the sun shifted lower as to peer into our home at a more direct angle and the sweat on our bodies began to build. Torrents of it ran down my face and down my body. I opened my eyes to see that it had also affected Turtek - parts of his fur began to mat down and define his rock like body even more. His face - which carried on it a pained grimace of pleasure - was covered in a film of water, reflecting the sunlight.
After a moment more I felt the great paw pull my long hair back all the way, guiding me to leave Turtek's dick. I leaned back on my heels, wiping my mouth, and rubbing my jaw to get the soreness out. I looked up at Turtek expectantly.
"Ok, get on the bed," he directed, a little winded.
I stood and turned my back to the pelt-covered mattress and sat on the edge. Turtek now got on his knees and without warning took my cock into his mouth. As his lips wrapped around my pole, the sensation of pure ecstasy returned. I fell back on the bed and arched my back. I grasped the leopard fur in my hands. My muscles tensed. My breath shortened. The feeling of Turtek's broad lips and sharp teeth danced around my flesh causing my balls to seize up painfully. Unlike my pathetic attempt to please him, Turtek was able to take all of my manhood in his mouth at once and he did so often. With one of his paws he played with my balls, pulling them down and squeezing them. I couldn't help but buck my hips a little. Then a feeling came over me - subtle at first, but rapidly growing.
"Turtek - ..." I gasped, desperate, "Turtek, I feel...."
Turtek, whether in response to my whining or not, bobbed his head harder and further on my dick causing the growing feeling to intensify.
"Turtek!" I moaned, grabbing his head with both my hands and bucking my hips into him.
"Aaah... Aaaaaa... AAAAAAAHHH!!!" I screamed, pushing my hips forward and crushing Turtek's head to my groin, an earth splitting orgasm ripped through my body. I lost all senses, delirious with painful pleasure. It happened five times. Five times I could feel something leave my body and into Turtek's wanting mouth.
I collapsed. I lay there in the after effects of what Turtek had just done to me, my hands leaving his head and laying limp next to my body. Turtek got up from the floor, swallowed, wiping his mouth. He lay next to me on the bed, propped up on one elbow.
"Wow," was all I panted.
"Yeah," Turtek chuckled, "I know."