His loincloth flapped against him as he was knocked from the tree to the ground.
The humidity in the jungle was high, and sweat vapor dripped from his smooth, supple body, rising from the ground as it released its moisture.
He heard a human noise and had to find out where it was coming from. He ran as fast as he could with his strong, muscular legs; it would carry him in the direction of the noise.
Every muscle in his body was clearly visible as he ran across the jungle floor, his leg muscles tensing with every step.
When he reached the river, he saw a small boy swimming. He used all his strength to reach the riverbank, and not far behind him, he saw it – a huge African crocodile. It glided towards the swimming boy.
Without thinking, he dove into the water and swam toward the boy, then handed him over to intercept the crocodile. The crocodile saw him and changed course toward its new target.
The boy made it to the bench and sat there completely exhausted. His chest and stomach rose and fell with fatigue. He watched as the crocodile reached the stranger, then both disappeared.
The Jaguar, as he was called, had entwined himself around the crocodile and was riding it almost like a horse—he placed both hands over the crocodile's eyes and used every fiber of his being. With all his strength, he pressed his hands in. The crocodile turned and turned, and when the Jaguar let go, the crocodile swam away, back to where it had come from.
The jaguar swam to the riverbank where the boy was. He stood there now. When he came out of the water, he looked up at the boy, and they stared at each other. Both were muscular and both came from the jungle. The boy's loincloth was dark and made from the skin of the African wildebeest and the jaguar, made from the skin of a leopard. The boy looked up at the jaguar, at the long black curly locks that fell onto strong, muscular shoulders. His chest rose and fell with his breath and flowed into a flat, well-shaped belly. The fabric clung tightly to his hips, barely covering his black pubic hair, which was searching for a way out.
Jag urged the boy to follow him, and despite his tiredness, they ran for miles across the jungle floor before coming to a huge tree with a high canopy. The boy watched as Jag, swift as a jungle cat, climbed the tree. He followed, the muscles in his arms tensing as he pulled higher into the tree.
At the top of a tree was a treehouse, and the boy went inside. As soon as he entered, the jaguar embraced him. Its tongue found the boy's mouth and forced his lips apart. As its tongue entered the boy's mouth, the boy responded, his hands resting on his muscular arms. The jaguar's hands slid down the boy's side and untied his bonds. He removed his loincloth. He stepped back a little and admired the boy's developing penis with the dark tuft of pubic hair covering it.
The boy then loosened the Jags' loincloth, revealing his beautiful, muscular body, standing upright and looking good towards the sky.
The boy bent down and encircled the jaguar's genitals with his fist, then stroked its length with his hand. He pulled back the foreskin. His tongue was open and covered the jaguar's glans. His tongue rolled underneath it, over the foreskin and the jaguar's silky glans.
The jaguar's body reacted to every cut the boy made. Tongue. Lightning bolts coursed through his body and he felt the mouth close around his penis, a hand beneath it, his semen sac.
The jaguar then lifted the boy under its arms, and the boy wrapped his legs around its narrow waist while holding it firmly around its powerful shoulders.
Slowly, Jag slid the boy onto his rock-hard cock, and the boy gasped softly as he felt the penetration into his body. A crack. He felt it grow as he slid onto it, his own erect penis. His erection was crushed between them. The jaguar drove over to his sleeping mat and slowly went down and laid the boy on it. Back up, without leaving him. Then he began to thrust in and out of the boy. With one hand, he gripped the boy. His pre-ejaculate-covered penis began to move up and down. He rubbed the pre-ejaculate all the way down its length. He began to... Faster and faster, he thrust in and out of the boy. He began to... They roared like a wild jungle cat, and the boy felt a huge explosion inside him as the jaguar's hot, molten lava engulfed him. He shot into him. It seemed endless, load after load. The jaguar arched backward as it continued shooting. Its magic seeped into the boy, and the boy wanted to grasp its muscular body and hold it against him forever.
Then the jaguar straddled the boy and held his erection firmly, and pushed his rear end onto it. He rode the boy, and the boy cried out with pleasure at the wonderful sensation inside him. The boy arched his back as he began to ejaculate into his rescuer and cried out louder. The birds left their high tree perches, and the jungle awoke with their screeching.
"Cody, Cody, wake up – it's time for school!" Mom called through the door.
"Oh shit." I got up and went to take a shower. Masturbating, what a fantastic dream.
