Mulezan V: Mulezan v. the Evil Hunter--The Sex Fight

continued from Mulezan IV: Be Careful What You Wish For

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Mulezan and the Hunter: The  Sex Fight
Story by Mule, illustrations by Steve, edits by Stefan

Léon Fiévez called Commandant De Paard and Jacob van Rijswijck to his estate near the Congo River.  "I am getting conflicting orders  from État indépendant du Congo officials in Brussels. There is pressure from both our foreign creditors to make this enterprise profitable, and from foreign governments to tone down our heavy handed methods. Well of course we can't do both. But we can appear to do both.  That is why I need you Commandant to keep your hands clean, while I use my friend Jacob here, to do what needs doing to pacify your zone." 

De Paard's face darkened, he didn't like the idea of that 'slaver and smuggler scum' van Rijwijck being given such liberty in HIS ZONE.

"First I want you to deal with the sector known as Lemoftuland, without the Ivory King representing our interests, it has gone from restive into open revolt."

"I hhhave a plan for LLLLemoftuland!" De Paard spluttered angrily.  His man Mpeke was an ethnic Lemoftu, respected by his people, he planned to install him as the new puppet king. "If only I can find where that black idiot had wandered off to!" he thought to himself.  

"I am sure you do Paul," the commissioner said with a condescending smile, "but let's let Jacob handle this, shall we?  How about I ring for some tea?"  De Paard wanted to point out that the mess they currently had on their hands  was  all a result of the Commissioner's attempt to dispose of Mulezan, but he held his tongue instead.

Over tea, the Hunter, van Rijwijck who had been mulling the offer over finally said.  "I will solve your Lemoftuland problem for you, but in return I want to be recognized as the new Ivory King!" With such authority in Lemoftuland, Jacob felt he could exert his 'rightful' control over the Ukotho as well. 

The commissioner saw De Paard stiffen at this, but he also knew he must mollify van Rijwijck if he was to effectively use that piece in his colonial game of chess.  "Merde! You may CALL yourself ANYTHING, you like, just get that damn area UNDER CONTROL! After you crush the Lemoftu, move on to the Ukotho, I want the head of Mulezan, and I want it SOON!"  Not exactly the ringing official sanction, van Rijwijck was hoping for, but de facto recognition of his title by Léon Fiévez would suffice for the time being...he would work on the de jure.

With a gang of his old slaver friends, some brigands, and assorted bully boys, Jacob pacified The Lemoftuland, filling colonial rubber plantations with labor, and the ground with corpses. He forced the natives to recognize him as the Ivory King, and Lord of the Jungle.  Reports of his excesses reached Boma, but Léon Fiévez merely told the authorities that  "these were wild rumors of the natives, and you know how THEY are."  He had De Paard testify:  "I am in charge of Lemoftuland, which is now pacified, as to reports of a white man claiming to be the new Ivory King, that is simply more of that Mulezan stories you have no doubt heard tell of.  I am the only white authority in my Zone!"  Boma and Brussels were pacified, and profits were up, but the Ukotho remained outside the sphere of Belgian control and profit! 

Anyone that had known the Hunter before his conquest of Lemoftuland  would have trouble recognizing the new self-appointed "Ivory King and Lord of the Jungle". By the end of the first six weeks of being the King of Lemoftuland and Lord of the Jungle, there were more physical and mental changes in the Hunter. His skin had been tanned by repeated exposure to the hot African sun, giving him a copper-tone glow. He no longer walked around the jungle with his loaded hunting rifle at his side, as had been his custom. In his new life, he had adopted the warrior principles of the Natives.. His weapons of choice now was a knife, a spear and a bow and arrow.

The Hunter always used to exercise every muscle in his body, so that he was always either running, swimming or lifting weights. He took his exercise extremely seriously, and it showed with every movement of his rock-hard frame. Drum-tight skin over thick rippling muscles, symmetrical, great shape...and long, brawny legs. But now his hard body was leaner, with more muscle definition. Several months of hiking through the jungle had toughened his legs, he now strode on strong, golden tanned legs that could walk all day long.

The Hunter still had not mastered the language of the jungle animals. To Jacob, it sounded like a combination of yodeling, bellowing, and screeching at the same time. And it was clear that while the animals feared Jacob, they did not respect him or recognize him as their ruler and protector. He understood the mocking laughter of the monkeys well enough, and the disrespectful sneering looks of all the animals, if not their words!

Mulezan still held the friendship and loyalty of the denizens
 of the Jungle!

The Hunter had learned enough on the communication of the Jungle Drums, to understand that something going on in the village of Confefe, where Bondeko was headman and shaman. It was times like this that the animals missed their protector, Mulezan. The Hunter headed to the village to investigate.

When he reached a hiding place near the village edge, the Hunter saw a white man talking to the Bondeko and the village elders. 

The man was tall - well over six feet tall - and he was young. His skin was darkly tanned . His tall muscular body was perfectly proportional with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips over massive thighs. The young man's broad shoulders, light mat of hair covering the hard contours of his thick chest, lean waist, long solid legs, handsome face and then loincloth that covered the man's waist that. 

The loincloth was cut high the sides, revealing the flanks of the man's butt. Except for the loincloth, and a large knife in a scabbard attached to his loincloth, the man was completely naked. .An understanding grin lit up the Hunter's handsome face Even from this distance, the Hunter knew that It was Mulezan! Oh how he had pined to partake again of that delicious flesh since their last encounter, but the object of his lustful fixation had proved elusive these past weeks, despite his desperate efforts to find him and partake of the delights of his flesh...He told himself it was to maintain his mastery over Mulezan, but a part of him feared feelings that were symptomatic of something other than control...

Mulezan's large thigh muscles flexed as he walked from elder to elder, striding barefoot as majestically as if he was the King of the Jungle and the Watu Wakweli were his grateful tributaries and allies. Jacob felt jealousy and anger well up inside him as he saw Mulezan being given the honor and respect that Jacob felt should have been his.

The Hunter was surprised, he had begin to fear that he was destined never to see Mulezan again. Was Mulezan back to challenge him to a re-match? If so, Jacob had no fear. Or was Mulezan organizing the tribes into some sort of a union? That could be a problem that could threaten Jacob's plans. Jacob knew he could not confront Mulezan when a crew of skilled native warriors would have his back. Jacob would wait for another, better chance, an opportunity to catch Mulezan alone.  As for now, he would return to his jungle home...But Mulezan was not waiting for the Hunter to catch HIM unawares...

Two days later Mulezan had tracked the Belgian out on a boar hunt.  The Hunter was feeling frustrated. He had been following the trail this particular boar for over two hours and wasn't any closer to it now than when he had started tracking the animal. The boar knew that the Hunter was hunting it and managed to stay just out of spear-toss range. As the Hunter sneaked closer to the wild pig, it would watch him as it rooted among the wild scrubs, then take off running for a hundred or two hundred feet before it would stop and graze again, keeping a close eye on the  man that hunted it.

Damn that boar!

A small branch landed at his feet as he contemplated the boar, causing the Hunter to stop and look up into the giant trees that surrounded him. Standing on a tree branch about ninety feet above him was Mulezan. The Jungle man winked at the Hunter and massaged his pecs seductively, 

then dived off his high branch toward a hanging vine. His falling weight broke the vine loose so that the vine began swinging away from the tree. Like a circus acrobat, he let go of that vine as he fell toward another vine, grabbing that vine and swinging in a long arc before releasing the vine to fall toward a third vine. This last vine's arc put Mulezan ten feet above the unsuspecting boar. Dropping from the vine onto the boar's back, Mulezan's knife flashed as he sunk his blade into the pig.

The pig jerked and snorted as it fell over dead. Standing above the dying pig, Mulezan raised his head to the sky and arched his chest as if he was getting ready to release a battle cry. He paused for a moment before turning to face the Hunter, a wild look in his green eyes as if he had just vanquished a foe.

The Hunter was crushing hard, amazed and enthralled by the powerful display of seductive athleticism. He couldn't take his eyes off this man, so powerful, confident, and totally manly, his handsome face a beautiful tapestry of hard edges and lines. He was pure unadulterated sex of the rawest kind, with virility oozing from every inch of that glorious frame of his like the sweetest of pheromones.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the Hunter watched Mulezan walk toward him. The man was all hard, supple muscular glory, from those corded forearms and very defined biceps to the perfectly chiseled, sculpted bare torso to powerful tapering thighs, thick etched calves, and sinewy feet looking like they were sculpted by Michaelangelo. It was like the Belgian was hypnotized by powerful allure of the jungle man. 

A thin smile creased the corners of Mulezan's mouth. "You make so much noise that I'm surprised that you got as close as you did."  Mulezan's critique of the Hunter's skills roused him from his lovelorn stupor. 

"I don't need any help from the likes of you!" --he snorted at Mulezan.  "Unless you have come for another beating!"

I don't need any help from the likes of you!

"That is not what I have come for...but we will get to all that later, I will let you deal with your boar..." Mulezan said as he walked back into the forest, making sure his glutes, lats, traps, quads and calves, rippled in dramatic muscular display as he walked away.  The hunter watched his withdrawal slack-jawed, once again in a befuddled daze.  The Hunter had trouble swallowing. Mulezan walked with a grace that reminded the Hunter of a predator; a big wild cat out of the jungle  .After a moment he cleared his head of the cobwebs and wondered.  "What exactly HAD Mulezan come for?"

After dealing with the boar, he decided he needed to cool down, as his near febrile gawking at Mulezan and dealing with the boar had caused him to overheat. 

The Hunter had been sunbathing on a sandbar in the Ukothe-Luaba river, when Mulezan came down the trail. As Mulezan had lived in the area for all of his life, he knew of this particular swimming-place. With his tracking skills and heightened sense of smell, Mulezan had no problem finding the Hunter. Mulezan's calloused feet didn't make any noise on the rocks, and he entered the river without the Hunter realizing it.

The Hunter was doing some push-ups, his feet toward the river, flexing the deep V of his tight, beautiful back into a relief map. His muscular naked frame was displayed to Mulezan's appreciative gaze. With every move of his arms, the Hunter's big body rippled from head to toe. His big, well-formed feet curled against the sands. His firm, tight, well-rounded buttocks clenched and released. The thick lats bunched and flexed under his skin. His triceps bulged with fierce brawn. Mulezan's tree-trunk penis engorged and swung up to attention in salute of this muscular magnificence.

Finishing, the Hunter sprawled out on his front, head on forearms, legs apart. His bronzed body was glistening from the sweat he'd worked up as he enjoyed the mild euphoria that he felt after he exercised. It was an incredible sight: a powerfully built man with the physique of a Greek God. A man who reminded Mulezan a lot of himself. Mulezan could not help but be powerfully attracted to the vigor, beauty and virile muscularity of Jacob, he was a magnetically attractive specimen of manhood.  Mulezan hated himself for being filled with such desire for his enemy, but there it was, what is, is what is...

The physical attraction between these two phenomenal male
 specimens was electric!

Movement caught the Hunter's eyes, just as Mulezan was rising out of the water. Instinctively the Hunter sat upright and was face to face with Mulezan's wet, slicked, completely naked body.  Mulezan's muscular frame was displayed to tantalizing advantage. The river surface licked at his knees and his thick smooth thighs. Water streamed off his powerful shoulders, down his high bulging pecs, and over his rippling stomach muscles. the Hunter stared at the picture perfect symmetry of this jungle stud's rock hard body. His eyes focused on Mulezan's perfect, silver-dollar size nipples. Beads of water trickled down Mulezan's powerful chest. the Hunter's eyes focused lower, tracing across the hard, well-defined lines of Mulezan's abs. And moved down, down to Mulezan's dripping cock.  Now it was Jacob's turn to have his manhood swollen with an erection!

Mulezan's rod hung wetly in front of the Hunter, long, thick, and limber. Though flaccid again from the cool river water, that thick penis was still immensely sizable. For a split second the Hunter realized that he was scoping some other guy's dick and was thoroughly aroused doing so.

You scared the shit out of me. Don't ever do that again.

"You scared the shit out of me. Don't ever do that again." the Hunter angrily commanded, although he was more angry at himself for the weakness of his fierce longing for Mulezan than at the white savage, himself.

We meet again, Mulezan! As I had hoped! Time to finish what 

we started!

Careful what you hope for Hunter, you may not find it matches
 your expectations!

The Hunter watched with gaping jaw and widened eyes as  Mulezan strode majestically out of the water, his beautiful body dripping from the water, to where he'd left his loincloth and knife on the shore, giving the Hunter a wonderful view of Mulezan's bronzed bubble butt. the Hunter couldn't help but stare at Mulezan's powerful back, with its bulging lats and delts; firm, round hamstrings; and big, knotty calves. But best of all was Mulezan's ass. the Hunter was consumed by a surge of lust as he clearly saw the smooth rounded globes of Mulezan's hard butt cheeks. In a brief second a thousand fantasies involving Mulezan flashed in his head.

"What the fuck...Christ ...Queers think about shit like that." the Hunter couldn't believe he wanted or felt about Mulezan like that. He was thinking of another man sexually. He could feel his erection growing. "What's going on?" his mind screamed at him, "I'm not a poof!. Why the fuck am I getting hard..."

Mulezan tied the loincloth around his lean waist, adjusted the heavy knife at his side, and turned to face the Hunter leaving the Hunter feeling very confused but horny as he tread the water. The Hunter shook his head, silently admonishing the feelings that surged through his being. What the fuck was he going to do? He tried to force his mind to thoughts of pussy and Bantu girls with big tits. He remembered how good it felt banging that Watu Wakweli girl from last night. A beautiful, ebony girl with perky little breasts. "I gotta get out of here and get back. I just need to hook up with some girl and take her to bed."

Jacob saw that Mulezan was looking at him, as intensely, and as desirously as the Hunter was gawking at Mulezan.  The physical attraction between these two phenomenal male specimens was electric!

"I see you are happy  to see me, Mulezan!" mused Jacob, noting the Ape-man's erection. From the look of your throbbing member,the same can be said  of you, Hunter, replied Mulezan...

I see you are happy  to see me, Mulezan!
  mused Jacob, noting the Ape-man's erection.
From the look of your throbbing member,the same can be said
of you, Hunter, replied Mulezan...

Uncomfortable with the sudden and overwhelming homoerotic turn of his thoughts, Jacob tried to turn his thoughts to a recent encounter with a bodacious Bantu beauty.  It was one thing to take a man in battle, that was about mastery and dominating, and quite another to be mooning over another man like a love-struck schoolgirl!

The Hunter moaned in satisfaction as the glove-like interior of Tonuru's sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick. A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked the Hunter's powerful physique as his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. He began to work his hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering, writhing girl's hungry hole. Tonuru locked her ankles around the small of the Hunter's muscular back and she began to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the Hunter's thick sex tool. the Hunter gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard, straining every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could. Tonuru shuddered as she felt the Hunter's strength rippling through his muscles. Moist squelching noises emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Tonuru oozing, unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.

Try as he  might to focus on women and pussy, Jacob
thoughts kept flipping to thoughts of Mulezan and his
 succulent sausage

Abruptly the Hunter's mind flooded with thoughts, unnatural thoughts. Pushing out his dreams of Tonuru. "Damn, Mulezan's got a hell of a body. And that dick. Damn, I'll bet that would hurt like a motherfucker. I bet Missionary Jane screamed bloody hell when he pounded her with that chunk of meat. That huge slab of meat, fucking its way down into you like a..."  Try as he  might to focus on women and pussy, Jacob thoughts kept flipping to thoughts of Mulezan and his succulent sausage!

Through sheer force of will, Jacob steered his thoughts back to Tonuru.  The Hunter thought of the near bestial intensity of their lovemaking, and he gave a low growl that startled Mulezan, as in his mind he was once again fucking Tonuru, and knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against that of the Bantu girl. Tonuru's wavering scream echoed through the Hunter's head as he imagined his prick rammed up inside her hot, clasping vaginal sheath. The black wench writhed in ecstasy, digging her fingers into the broad sweaty back of the brawny white stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, mahogany hued form.   In his mind that "Bantu bitch" screeched as the Hunter savagely speared back into her, and her hips thrust up to accept him. Gasping with masculine pleasure, the Hunter slammed in and out of her cuntal passage with all his might.

Then once again, the Hunter was seeing Mulezan's strong face and tight pecs, pushed in over the images of Tonuru, replacing her...as the African assignation faded from his mind and memory.   Now he was seeing the curves not of Tonuru's full breasts, but of Mulezan's firm bubble butt. the Hunter tried to put the pictures out of his mind, but they wouldn't let go. the Hunter imagined Mulezan's muscular ass wrapped tightly around the Hunter's intruding male column, Mulezan's grasping butt-hole adjusting to the varying thickness of the Hunter's veined reamer.

Each time he imagined himself in the embrace of Tonuru,
the fantasy shifted over to Mulezan

The Hunter  refocused back on Tonuru, he remembered as he threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt inside of the Bantu girl, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body. His big balls jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted deeply into Tonuru's womb, filling her with his seed. Tonuru's back arched, mashing her firm boobs against the Hunter's powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. the Hunter groaned in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm. Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap and the two lay in one another's arms, caressing one another and kissing frequently. Jacob then imagined himself kissing Mulezan, and woke from his reverie, to realize he was kissing Mulezan in reality as well as his dream.

Jacob woke from his reverie, to realize he was kissing Mulezan
 in reality as well as his dream.

Both muscleman were startled not merely that the Hunter was kissing, Mulezan, but to the surprise and chagrin of them both, a mesmerized Mulezan was instinctively and enthusiastically kissing him back!

Awww fuck!

The two men broke apart as their conscious thoughts regained mastery over their unconscious desires for control of their bodies!

WTF!--both men exclaimed simultaneously!

Mulezan steadied himself, if his plan was to work, he couldn't allow himself to get emotional, he had been gifted with an incredible idea when he was recuperating, about how to battle the Hunter to shift the balance of power once again away from the Belgian! And now it was time for Mulezan to execute his daring plan.....of deception and seduction. If he could not best the Hunter in a contest of strength, there were other ways of combat, other ways to best a rival. However it all depended on Mulezan keeping cool and collected, and leaving the emotional turmoil to his adversary!

Meanwhile Jacob's mind was already racing with thoughts of his lips pressed against the full sensual lips of the feral white man. The Hunter pictured himself kissing and caressing Mulezan. His cock throbbing as this erotic scene played in his mind. He tried to fight it, He tried to keep his mind blank, but his thoughts kept coming back to how good Mulezan looked and tasted. How his dark chest hair washed over his big pecs (just enough to highlight his physique - not cover it) and made a trail down to his big thick legs... down to his big thick cock. He wondered what it would be like to have Mulezan enter him. To feel that big guy pumping his load of manseed up his rectum. the Hunter was certain that it would hurt. His sphincter constricted at the thought of Mulezan's huge hardened penis ramming up into his manhole. His flesh stick again grew hard and tight.

"You o.k. man?  You look a bit disoriented, do you need a drink of water?" Mulezan inquired.

"Nah, no problem," the Hunter said as if far away, in another location, a heavy knot in his throat, a product of rising lust and attraction.

Jacob longed to have Mulezan inside him, his sphincter
constricted at the thought of Mulezan's huge hardened penis
ramming up into his manhole

"What the hell have you done to me, Mulezan?"-- Jacob thought when his head cleared a bit after a moment...

But Mulezan continued to press his advantage. Pulling himself up into a double bicep pose as his  eyes drifted down his adverary's body, following the heaving pec shelf, the cobbled road of abs unti he followed the Belgian's happy trail, until he reached  the Hunter's crotch, checking out the hefty growing bulge.  The Hunter's body had reacted to Mulezan's pose as expected with an enormous erection. Mulezan's nostrils flared as his smelled the Hunter's lust.. There was the unmistakable rise of Jacob's rapidly hardening cock as the Jungle man felt his power over the Belgian escalating to a crescendo of desire that would inevitably lead to the Hunter's capitulation in this carefully  constructed sex fight. 

Mulezan's eyes flowed upward along Jacob's magnificent muscular contours, until once again he made contact with the Hunter's dark eyes. . And then Mulezan grinned, really grinned, showing beautiful white teeth. He saw Jacob's pupil's dilate as arousal overtook reason in the Hunter, now thoroughly intoxicated with his jungle adversary. Looking into the Hunter's face, Mulezan's hands unbuckled his knife belt. Finding the tie to his loincloth, Mulezan pulled it loose and threw it to the ground, and the Hunter took in the absolute fucking beauty of Mulezan's colossal cockstalk and the hefty ball-sack dangling down between Mulezan's powerful thighs. Mulezan's bright green eyes took in the Hunter''s broad shoulders, hot smooth pecs, washboard abdomen, and tight waist. Mulezan's hard shaft looked as solid and thick as the spear shaft that the Hunter had been carrying all morning. It was a very, very impressive specimen of manhood, almost twice its flaccid size, with a bulging mushroom type of cockhead that was drooling clear pre-cum.F

"Come closer!" --Mulezan growled. It was both a command and a promise.

Come closer! --Mulezan growled. It was both a command
 and a promise.

The Hunter slowly lurched forward like a marionette, in a mesmerized stupor of febrile lust.   Mulezan's muscles, virility, good looks, charisma and sex appeal pulled all the Hunter's strings. He stood fully naked in front of Mulezan, his rigid manhood standing up from his crotch high and proud, making a formidable erection that reached up to the man's sternum. Mulezan remembered that the Hunter's rock-hard cock was a potent weapon.

He stood fully naked in front of Mulezan, his rigid manhood
 standing up from his crotch high and proud...

The Hunter watched Mulezan's eyes drinking in every pore of his hunky physique, and he allowed his own to scan Mulezan's glorious form. Mulezan's bull-sized dick throbbed madly, as blood coursed through the heavy veins criss-crossing along its dark length. the Hunter's own hard cock seemed to pull the Hunter like a magnet toward the steel-muscled stud before him. He'd never felt this strongly attracted to anyone of any sex ever before. He wanted to touch Mulezan's body, hold him close, kiss his soft lips, caress his strong body, feel the power of his muscles. He felt his arm move of his own volition, reaching out to grab the back of Mulezan's head. 

What is this hold he has over me, I feel like an opium addict
aching for a fix, thought Jacob

A charge of energy surged between them, only centimeters apart from each other. Suddenly, they fell into a kiss. This only caused the electricity between the two to surge more, creating a spark that ignited a hot flame.  Even Mulezan got caught up in the moment, and for a brief instance lost sight of his mission.

Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock,
 each clawed at the other's hard body...

Their sweaty, muscular stomachs slid and caressed, their hard-ons like hot spears between their torsos, as they wrapped their arms around each other in a warm brawny embrace. Grinding their rigid staffs together they took pleasure from one another. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock, each clawed at the other's hard body. When the Hunter broke the kiss, Mulezan pulled the Hunter's mouth back, and slipped his tongue into the Hunter's mouth.

The Hunter pulls away...

But Mulezan pulls him back, and the Hunter finds he cannot
 resist...

The Hunter surrenders to the succulent kisses and embrace
of Mulezan...

When *this* kiss was broken, both men were panting, sweating, and staring at each other, two pair of eyes smoldering with desire and want. Both filled with lust that had both cocks flexing in response.

Mulezan reached down to the Hunter's prick, throbbing and pulsing, and slowly wrapped both hands around the stiff rod. the Hunter groaned in pleasure. Mulezan kept working on the Hunter's cock, slicking the pre-cum along the hard rod, milking the shaft back and forth, back and forth, jacking the Hunter closer and closer to ecstasy. the Hunter moaned, appreciatively. He was really turning on to his scene. But then Mulezan surprised him by grabbing the Hunter by the shoulders and spinning him around and arching his back down into a doggie position.

You know you want this Hunter, there is no use fighting it!

The Hunter felt his rump cheeks being spread apart and something warm, soft and wet flick over his pucker. It was Mulezan's tongue. the Hunter cried out. He had never felt anything like this before! The tongue alternated between plunging itself forcefully into his asshole and lightly rimming him. the Hunter could only moan and thrust his hips while Mulezan worked away at his anal pucker gradually loosening up the stud's tight hole. The more Mulezan licked and sucked the deeper his tongue probed.

"Unnhh... mmmnnnhhhoooo..." the Hunter moaned, trying to speak, as a long finger began to work its way up his tight hole, probing until it found his prostate. the Hunter jumped as the finger hit its target and began to frig his sensitive nut. Mulezan slipped a second finger up the Hunter's rectum and began moving them around in a wide circular motion, stretching the Hunter's asshole back and forth. Then a third and fourth finger... all moving together, in and out, round and round. the Hunter's cock was twitching and throbbing and bobbing. The fingers in his rear were nudging at his prostate, sending spasms to course from his ass up to his head and back down to his twitching, drooling cock. "Uhhhnnnnn... nnnmmmm...."

What magic do you possess to cast such a spell on me, Mulezan?

Mulezan swirled his fingers around for a few minutes and then stood up so that his hard young loins were pressed against the tanned muscle of the Hunter's tight behind. Mulezan kept one arm around the Hunter, holding him at chest-high. He reached down with the other hand and began jacking off the Hunter's cock again with smooth, steady strokes. Mulezan's hard, muscled frame pressed tightly against the meaty v-taper of the Hunter's broad back, as the length of his mighty shaft slid between the firm, muscular mounds of the Hunter's toned butt. the Hunter could feel Mulezan's rippling body rubbing against his back, Mulezan's hard jutting prick press insistently against his ready
ass.

"Ever been fucked?" Mulezan asked, as he softly rubbed the
Hunter's flat belly, letting his fingers run across the Hunter's
 six-pack abs.

Mulezan continued to pull down on the Hunter's thick, rigid tool, caressing it. His other bulging arm went down the Hunter's body to slowly rub the Hunter's rippled stomach. His mouth went to the ear of the hunky stud he was feeling up, his tongue darting out and thrusting itself into the tight cavity.

"Ever been fucked?" Mulezan asked, as he softly rubbed the Hunter's flat belly, letting his fingers run across the Hunter's six-pack abs.

"Not since the first few weeks I was in prison," the Hunter said huskily. "After I got big, I didn't get fucked. I did the fucking...."

After I got big, I didn't get fucked. I did the fucking...

You liked being fucked by me...play your cards right and that 
can happen again, Monkey boy!

Relax Jacob, we are just getting started, I have a whole lot
of fucking to do!

That's it man, come for me, you know you want to!

Mulezan responded to Jacob's offer by pushing the Hunter forward, bending the Hunter's muscular body. Spitting into his hand, Mulezan grasped his throbbing sex tool, powerful and thick, heavy with blood. the Hunter stood bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard. He was so worked up and horny that he spread his legs and lifted his hips to give Mulezan easier access. Smearing his spit up and down the massive length of his manmeat, Mulezan began pressing it between the Hunter's firm, powerful butt cheeks. Mulezan's pulsing rod fucked its way along the Hunter's ass-crack, rubbing hard against the Hunter's tight little pucker. Lining himself up against the virginal entrance, with a sudden thrust Mulezan worked the flared head of his magnificent manhood into the Hunter's hot studhole.the Hunter gasped in pain at the sudden shock, his body stiffening, every beautiful muscle bulging in relief, as the swollen tip of Mulezan's huge prod forcefully pierced his hitherto unbreached anus. Mulezan grabbed the Hunter'ships and waited a few seconds, totally still, with maybe an inch of his cock inside the Hunter.

After a few seconds Mulezan continued pushing his mighty tool into the Hunter's tight rear. Ever so slowly, he eased forward, inserting little more than the second inch, then slowly, carefully, another, and finally, a fourth inch of his steel- hard manmeat into that quivering muscular glove.

This was all too much to the Hunter. For the first time in years, his body was being invaded by the cock of another man. the Hunter's eyes widened in pain and he gave a low groan. Mulezan's cock was even bigger than the blacks that had raped him in prison. Fuck, it felt so good, not at like he remembered from prison.... but then Mulezan got a bit too vigorous in his enthusiasm "Easy...Mulezan...just take it slowly."

"Relax Jacob, we are just getting started, I have a whole lot of fucking to do!"  This caught the Belgian by surprise, as he was not even aware that Mulezan KNEW his Christian name.

Mulezan's sinewy hands grabbed at the Hunter's buttcheeks and began to massage them, slowly pulling them further apart, stretching the Hunter's tight virgin chute to make things easier for them both. Deeper and deeper Mulezan forced his throbbing erection, driving his steel-hard poker up the Hunter's convulsing anus in short, stabbing thrusts as the Hunter groaned and wriggled his smooth round ass. Then, with a sudden push backwards, the Hunter shoved his quivering colon around the rampant shaft of Mulezan's huge rammer until the soft skin of his ass ground against Mulezan's coarse pubic hair. They both moaned at the sensation of completeness.

It hurt the Hunter like hell at first but, as Mulezan let the Hunter's butt adjust to the large fleshy invasion, the pain subsided. Mulezan slowly pulled out until just his tip was in the hole, and then drove himself home in one firm, slow stroke, burying his manhood deep inside the Hunter until the Hunter's muscular buns were compressed against his meaty groin. Suddenly, unbelievably, the Hunter felt a burst of pleasure unlike anything he'd felt before radiate from his rectum. the Hunter gasped, then groaned as Mulezan's cock brushed against his prostate. He didn't know whether to enjoy the tingling sensations that were making him feel so fucking horny, or whether to feel disgusted with himself for getting into this and liking it.

With maddening patience Mulezan slow fucked the Hunter, letting the Hunter feel every inch of his weapon invade his most private parts. the Hunter's head was swaying, rolling from side to side. Low, guttural moans began to escape from the Hunter's lips. The pain the Hunter had was being replaced by the raw male sex drive, and Mulezan felt the Hunter relax as he got used to dick in his tight warm tailhole.

"Aaaaghh", moaned the Hunter. "Man, I love the feel of your dick in me...." He began to buck back against the strong body possessing his own. Mulezan's calloused hands pulled and tugged at the Hunter's rock-hard trim waist, helping to support the other man's weight. Between his hands planted upon his knees and Mulezan's levering, the Hunter found it possible to stay semi-upright as the over-sized cock up his butt continued its relentless pumping. Mulezan's thrusts were as long as they were deep, and he pumped his hips slow and steady like pistons.

Now that, that ass of yours is warmed up, Hunter, you wanna
 have another go?

Why fight what we both know you desire?

The constant pressure on his joy gland elicited long and deep moans from the Hunter, spurring Mulezan on. Mulezan yanked the length of his shaft almost free of the Hunter's tight, clinging ass as his hands gripped the Hunter's thick, wide shoulders and shoved downward, pressing the Hunter's knees into the ground, putting the Hunter in the "doggy" position. Then he slammed his cock forward,
into the hilt. There was a brief heartbeat when they both paused, Mulezan's humongous manmeat fully buried in the Hunter's tight colon, his furred balls rubbing the Hunter's nards. Then Mulezan reared back, again and again, in and out of the Hunter's eager, flexing love canal. He grunted roughly with each thrust,watching his pole pumping between the Hunter's buttocks.

Mulezan gave Jacob's ass a breather, but he was not finished
 with the Belgian!

When the Hunter began to get frisky. Mulezan knew it was
 time to resume the slamming of the Belgian's ass!

The Hunter's eyes nearly rolled back into his head as Mulezan increased the tempo of the fuck. This position allowed for almost continuous stimulation of the Hunter's male g-spot. His overworked prostate was raked and pummeled over and over by the mushroom shaped cockhead that surged inside of his mating hole again and again. Here he was, taking all of Mulezan's mammoth cock inside of his tunnel of love like he was made for it. And it felt so good, so.... right. Whatever Mulezan was hitting inside of him served to emphasize the rightness of it to the hunky, macho, formerly 100% hetero, muscle stud.

The Hunter's large, erect cock jumped wildly in response to Mulezan's thrusting, and his overheated body shook with passion as Mulezan pumped it demandingly. Each stroke of his fucker's cock turned the Hunter's guts inside out. He couldn't believe he was taking all of this gargantuan cock. He couldn't believe this huge fuckrod fitted inside his he-man ass. But not only did that dick fit, but the Hunter was loving every minute of getting screwed by this bronzed, muscular, hung stud. Kneeling on all fours, the Hunter braced himself against Mulezan's powerful thrusts, his ears filled with the slurping sounds of the rough fuck Mulezan was throwing up his ass. the Hunter was in an orgasmic state, reveling in the pleasure-pain of the prostate banging. He had Mulezan bull fucking him and it was great.

Mulezan continued to assault the Hunter's fuckchute, reveling in the warmth, the heat that wrapped around his fuckrod. Beaded with sweat, the two men panted heavily as their tanned, muscular bodies slammed together in a primal rhythm of lust. The smell of the Hunter's sweat was sending Mulezan's brain awhirl with desire, and snarling deep in his throat he bit the Hunter's thick, meaty trap savagely, savoring the sensations which pounded through his huge, stiff prick as he brutally butt-fucked the Hunter's delectable jock-ass. His arms circled around the Hunter to steady the other man against his wild thrusts, Mulezan lay across the Hunter's wide and thickly muscled back, pounding into the Hunter's ass. They were so near in height that their bodies matched, curve for curve, so that the Hunter's naked ass was fitting quite nicely into the hard, warm saddle of Mulezan's pelvis.

The two handsome, hard-bodied males became lost in each other's powerful masculine bodies, their sweat dripping as they mated unrelentingly on the forest floor. Again and again Mulezan drove his length into his hard-muscled mate. the Hunter matched him thrust for thrust, arching his back under Mulezan while thrusting his hips at Mulezan.

Mulezan established an animal-like humping motion that would carry him to the precipice of satisfaction. It wouldn't take much more of this. He sped up his ass strokes, pounding firmly and rhythmically, his low-hanging testicles slapping obscenely against the Hunter's with each frenzied stroke. Then, pounding harder and harder into the Hunter's butthole, Mulezan became an animal, his lust and passion raging hotly through his body.

Mulezan was out of control. He could feel the long-delayed wads of man-seed building and clotting together in the tubes of his swollen nuts. And then, abruptly, his powerful legs jerked. His thighs shuddered. His sweat-steamed back arched as Mulezan gave one last thrust up the Hunter's newly breached anus and held it there, as shock waves of passion hurled themselves across his sweaty body. His head flew back and a bellow of raw animal lust tore from his throat that reverberated through the trees.

Mulezan shot and shot, his semen searing the other man's insides to burn the Hunter's sore flesh. the Hunter could feel the entire shaft of Mulezan's cock pulse and spit, filling the Hunter's butthole with load after filling load of rich thick potent cum.

His sweaty chest plastered to the Hunter's muscular back, Mulezan pressed his face into the Hunter's shoulders. He kissed the Hunter's neck for a few moments as his monster softened, and then he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. The pain in the Hunter's ass was no match for the enjoyment and euphoria that his body had just experienced. He hadn't even cum yet, but he felt like he had been coming for days. Mulezan caught his breath and glanced over at the still gasping the Hunter. the Hunter's huge throbbing cock was sticking straight out, nearly parallel to his stomach, in arousal.

Mulezan smiled at the Hunter, and the Hunter glowered back at him, his brawny, tanned frame covered with sweat, looking incredible. And then the Hunter tackled Mulezan, turning Mulezan onto his stomach. the Hunter's hands wrapped around Mulezan's body, holding Mulezan's ass up in the air, as he muscled in between Mulezan's legs. The heavy, coarse hairs of the Hunter's legs rubbed against the sensitive flesh of Mulezan's inner thighs as he spread Mulezan's legs with the strength of his own and eased Mulezan up on all fours. He put his mouth to Mulezan's ear and in a voice thick with lust told him, "You had your fun. Now it's fucking payback time."

You had your fun. Now it's fucking payback time.

"Oh yeah?" asked Mulezan, he breaks free of the Hunter's hold and locks him back into a seductive embrace...

"Oh yeah! It will be my turn next, Mulezan!" Resisting the proffered temptations.

"You won't want it to be, Hunter, you won't want it to be!"

It will be my turn next, Mulezan!

You won't want it to be, Hunter, you won't want it to be!

You want to bet Monkey boy?

Time for you to see things MY way Monkey Boy!

Relax Mulezan, we've had this dance before and you liked me
 fucking you!

Oh yeah your ass belongs to me, Mulezan!

This is how you really want thing to be, me on top, and you
 squealing like that wild boar!

Mulezan could feel the Hunter's desire hard behind his back. His buttocks clenched and flexed involuntarily as his sphincter muscle contracted instinctively. Mulezan only allowed the Hunter to be teased into thinking he was going to get to dip his wick in Mulezan's ass, as the Hunter loudly spat in his hand and coated his thick shaft until it shined, Mulezan saw his opportunity, and pulled a reversal,  Huh what? Was the Hunter's surprised reaction as Mulezan pulled the reversal and wrestled the  Fleming into a Bulldog. 

Surprise gave way to pleasure and once again the Hunter  was willingly surrendering his hole to Mulezan.  The ape-man roughly pushed Jacob's muscular, throbbing globes aside. The Belgian's tight aperture  once again loomed before him. He lubricated it with spit, pushing saliva into and around Jacob's hole with probing fingers. Then he let the palms of his hands slide over the Flemish stud's muscled ass, feeling how hard the Hunter's glutes were, marveling at the smoothness of the Belgian's muscular buttocks. His big, athletic fingers dug into the hard, sinewy flesh,pulling hard on both halves of that taut ass, spreading the cheeks, as he guided his missile toward the point of contact.

Mulezan felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped as his probe's heated tip made contact with the bronze-muscled rear-end. He gripped the solid cheeks tightly as his long rod pressed firmly against Jacob's rear crease. He positioned his yearning and pulsating spear at the entrance to the Hunter's chute, pushed forward. He felt the tight hole open slightly to him, felt the head of his cock push past the entrance. The pressure was incredible as he entered, quickly moved deeper inside. He had his cock once again inside Jacob!

Mulezan felt himself instantly charged with fire. It torched his loins and seared his spine to his heels as it raced straight to the feeling part of his brain. His lust took possession of his actions. Snapping his hips forward, he speared into Jacob's ass like a hot knife through butter, impaling the Hunter to the balls with a single savage thrust.

Get ready to squirt big guy...

A deep sensual grunt escaped from Jacob as he felt the Mulezan's steel hard cock rocket up his hot chute. Mulezan's back arched as his hard loins merged and fused to Jacob's supple tail: his strong head high and proud; his hands gripping the Hunter's muscular ass-globes; the Belgian's studcunt clenched around the base of the apeman's hardness like elastic snapping shut; the Fleming's flaming channel gripping his distended phallus. The Hunger went rigid, his massive chest heaving, trying to accommodate Mulezan's thick boner in his twitching tailhole. They remained that way for what seemed to be a very long time.

Then Mulezan felt the wonderfully snug and warm tunnel muscles flexing and pulling on his great cock. That was all it took to release him from his immobile state. He pulled out his cock until only the head remained inside, and thrust back in, sheathing his throbbing rod in one move, hearing the Hunter's grunt at the deep and lengthy impalement of the Flemish rump.

Mulezan put his hands on Jacob's shoulders so he could pull the Hunter back onto his ramrod, starting in a good, deep-fucking rhythm. In and out, back and forth, he sawed his long, thick lance, packing his hunk of fuckmeat all the way up Jacob's clutching hole. Mulezan could feel the tense muscles of Jacob's butt squeezing him with every thrust and the strength of the man, the eager taking of his cock, spurred the ape-man to fuck harder and deeper into the powerful stud beneath him. Mulezan had never before felt such intense passionate virility coursing through his body, as his blood filled with what we now call testosterone. Something ancient, something primal, took over his body as it reacted to the ancient chromosomes that turned men into savage beasts. He was completely overcome with the desire to mark, to master the Hunter; to lay it to the hot, sexy, sweaty stud that had been plowing his ass for all it was worth. He wanted to dominate Jacob with his dick, to force the Belgian to submit to his masculine moves, and acknowledge him as King of the Jungle!

"Who is the King now? Who is the fucking, goddamn king of this fucking jungle?" he snarled in an animalistic groan.

The Belgian bared his teeth, growling incoherently as Mulezan's cock began to thrust into him with amazing strength. He and the Hunter engaged in primitive male on male domination, with the Mulezan grunting and the Hunter answering with a deeper grunt and a bit of a squeal, like the boar. They were rutting like two wild animals on the forest floor.  Mulezan the leopard, and Jacob the boar, only it was Jacob's ass being gored on Mulezan' massive tusk.  It was no leisure fuck for the Mulezan, but a good old-fashioned grudge fuck. He wanted to fuck the Belgian hard, as if fucking Jacob would erase all of his earlier humiliations at the hand of the Hunter.

Burying his broad chest in Jacob's powerful back muscles, feeling the Belgian's heavy musculature churning beneath him, Mulezan attacked the Hunter's ass full-strength.  Jacob braced himself against the ground with two big hands, arm muscles rippling with the exertion. It felt to the Hunter as if someone was kicking him relentlessly in his sore, distended ass, but as Mulezan continued, the pain started to lessen more and more. He could feel the Mulezan's thick stem pushing against the root of his own massive organ, raking across his prostate each time the ape-man drove into the depths of his hot, upturned ass. The pain generating from his hindquarters subsided into pleasure. Soon his ass was tingling and pulsing almost uncontrollably with the searing, satisfying heat generated by Mulezan's thrusting thickness as it repeatedly rumbled across his sensitive nut.

Jacob felt himself stir with a fresh surge of animal arousal. His long back bowed downward as his shoulder muscles rippled and hunched together, arching his warm buttocks firmly against the ape-man's rampant and ever-searching loins. He began to meet the feral man's thrusts, working Mulezan's marauding dick-shaft with his athletic butt muscles as it penetrated deep inside him again and
again, luxuriating in the feel of his back against the hard muscular wall of the ape-man's front. What Mulezan had predicted had come to pass, much as the he-man part of his brain wanted to be the top, the part of his brain now in control of the Belgian, didn't want Mulezan to stop fucking him...

Mulezan's senses whirled with the incredible feelings surging from the heated clenching and releasing on his shaft. Tight and yet receptive, the ape-man could feel a tunnel of rippling muscle massaging his hard pride as he fucked the Hunter. Never had he enjoyed such sexual pleasure with a woman. Never! He had made it countless times with females before, but even the most constrictive virgin pussy paled in comparison to the steamy vice of this clenching hot channel. Man, this hot ass was really something! He couldn't believe Jacob's butt muscles could suction so tightly around his pounding prick, but with each forward plunge, the Belgian would bear down with his sphincter and nearly squeeze the ape-man's cock in half. As his dick retreated, the silky walls of that pleasure tunnel would slide against his over-stimulated cock shaft, giving him thrills he'd never known were possible
with another guy. The sensation was incredible...

Nothing quite like the feel of young muscle, is there, eh Hunter?

The two strapping studs moved as one as their hot, erotic fuck-ballet increased in intensity. Over and over their strong, bronzed bodies smashed into each other, as if they were violently trying to absorb one another. The sweaty, glistening males were no longer human in mind, thoughts, emotions or actions. They were pure animal, pure mating-lust in motion. Their primordial grunts and groans melded to create a discordant and atonal symphony of beastly jungle sounds.

Jacob was driving his hips back to meet Mulezan's every thrust, as sweat flew from their bodies. Mulezan was long-dicking the Flemish stud with a fury, his pelvis a blur of hard, ass-pounding motion. And then the sensations began to shoot through Mulezan, seemingly starting from the soles of his feet. The sensations tingled right through him and jolted his roiling gonads, which began to draw slowly up toward the base of his throbbing cock.  Mulezan's balls were ready to release their hot, overdue load of mancum. His juicy jism couldn't be held back any longer.

With every muscle of his in hard-tensed straining, Mulezan cried out and arched his back, trying to find fulfillment. He felt his prick pulse as the pleasure pooling at the base of his groin finally splintered. Then he felt the hot explosion in his loins, so powerful that it caused his senses to explode.

Never had Mulezan had an orgasm so intense. Shot after shot of thick spunk erupted from the apeman's thick column of flesh as Jacob groaned in harmony with him. After eight straight shots the Jungleman's body went limp and he collapsed on the Hunter's back, the two bodies still joined.

Released from his electrifying climax, Mulezan tried to catch his breath, lying atop the Hunter's back. He felt his cock soften. He eased out of the paradise he'd found in Jacob's body, but was so spent that he couldn't hang on and fell over on his back. The light-headedness started to wear off and he started regaining his senses. He had just fucked this jungle stud six ways from Sunday, and he couldn't believe the ecstasy that his body had just experienced. 

 Both men seemed spent and drifted into la petite mort.  The Hunter's next awareness was of over two hundred sixty pounds of muscle on top of him AGAIN, rubbing a very large, very hard erection against him. Never before had the Hunter meet a man like Mulezan, with such amazing stamina.  The Jungleman was impressed with Jacob's ability to keep taking it like a trooper, a most enthusiastic man-bitch.   Sure Mulezan had taken men before in displays of Jungle dominance, but never had he had such an enthusiastic man-bitch as he had experienced as Jacob.   The Belgian could take Mulezan's punishment of his anus with such....enthusiasm. 

Never before had the Hunter been in such a test of manhood, and it inflamed his libido. His long studpole was fully hard again and drooling pre-cum, remembering the feel of Mulezan's fuckpole as his own sweet tight studcunt  it ringed around it.

"Mulezan, what the fuckkkk...again?" the Hunter managed to gasp before Mulezan locked his mouth around the Hunter's. Mulezan's tongue entered the Hunter's mouth authoritatively and the Hunter's met his to spar deliciously with it in a hot, erotic battle. Mulezan squirmed sensuously against the Hunter, stimulating his rock-hard cock by sliding back and forth against the Hunter's muscle-ridged abdomen. The heat and strength of the Hunter's gorgeous hard body beneath him sent more blood rushing into his cock. Mulezan ripped his mouth from the Hunter's, panting with lust, and settled on his haunches between the Hunter's thighs.

...panting with lust, and settled on his haunches between the
 Hunter's thighs

Mulezan ran his wide sinewy hands over the Hunter's
 powerful muscles, roaming the well-cut definitions between
 them.

Mulezan suck;ed and prepped the nipples of the Hunter's
 massive pecs...

His hands swept down to that wide expanse of shoulders and
 those hard-muscled pectorals, lingered momentarily over the
 hard abs that were now expanding and contracting...

Mulezan's hands slid down the hard well-defined thighs and
 bulging calves, grasped the high arches of the Hunter's meaty
 feet...

One look at Mulezan, all male and hard solid muscles, and the Hunter was already in a fever of need, as he looked at Mulezan with eyes glazed over from a new hunger. Mulezan ran his wide sinewy hands over the Hunter's powerful muscles, roaming the well-cut definitions between them. His fingers ran down the Hunter's muscular neck. His hands swept down to that wide expanse of shoulders and those hard-muscled pectorals, lingered momentarily over the hard abs that were now expanding and contracting as the Hunter's blood pressure and sexual tension mounted, caressed the lean hips and flanks, slid down the hard well-defined thighs and bulging calves, grasped the high arches of the Hunter's meaty feet.

All of a sudden Mulezan lifted the Hunter's legs up high and wide. Sliding his hands down to the Hunter's corded thighs, he pushed down and back until the Hunter's knees were almost resting on the Hunter's shoulders. the Hunter's firm, tight ass was now raised off the ground.

Mulezan loomed over the Hunter like a heavily muscled beast, that thick penis poised to push into the Hunter's ass. He entered home with one mighty thrust, emitting a deep primal growl as he sheathed himself in the hot tightness of the Hunter's body, his inward stroke eased by the lubrication of the deposit he had left earlier of his semen. the Hunter responded by bending his legs and wrapping his strong ankles around Mulezan's big shoulders, allowing Mulezan to enter deeper into the other man's body.

Mulezan planted his hands on either side of the Hunter's torso, reared up, and began to ream the Hunter hard and deep, grunting out. the Hunter's lungs expelled grunting gasps in response to Mulezan's fucking thrusts. His massive quads trembled and his rippling calves involuntarily clamped down around Mulezan's back as Mulezan's ass- splitter plowed his insides and electrified the

nerve-endings of his pleasure- knot.

Mulezan's cock, stretching the Hunter's tightly gripping passage, drove the jungle stud on. Mulezan's shoulders lunged as he dug his toes into the ground, driving forward like he was trying to move a blocking sled all by himself, his firm tanned butt flexing hard with every thrust. the Hunter's muscled arms grasped Mulezan's hardened shoulders, his powerful legs wrapped securely around Mulezan's sturdy midsection. He arched against Mulezan's splitting force, digging his heels into Mulezan's clenching assglobes, forcing Mulezan balls deep in his succulent jockpussy, tightening his sphincter around Mulezan's battering ram as it penetrated deep inside him again and again. The two males were locked together in their mating. They became a tangle of well-muscled and sweaty limbs as Mulezan fucked the Hunter, their hard brawny arms wrapped around each other, both of them lost in their savage fuck.

The blood and hormones raged. It was two manly, hung studs wrestling each other into sexual submission, competing to see who was stronger, sexier, more powerful. Two muscular bodies, slick and shiny in the sunlight, moving like pistons of a well-oiled machine. Mulezan pumped his hips, fucking the Hunter like an animal, his thick spike driven deeply up the Hunter's anus by his animal thrusts, filling the other man's tight ass with all of his animal manhood. Mulezan could feel the press of the Hunter's reviving hard-on against his firm belly, could feel the Hunter moving with him. The slippery friction between them was heady, glorious. the Hunter found the feel of the other man's rippling abs sliding back and forth against his cock highly erotic, and his athletic butt muscles gripped Mulezan's shaft with perverse greed and milked it: using short, stabbing muscular contractions to work Mulezan's rock-hard pole. The Hunter hadn't just had his great male pussy punished so pleasurably by the other stud's tight fuckram without learning a trick or two.

The feel of the Hunter's clenching ass, the feel of flexing, fucking, sweat-soaked muscle locked together, were getting Mulezan so hot he had to fight off his orgasm. With each thrust Mulezan thought he would blow but he gritted his teeth and drilled on. He didn't want to lose his load this soon in the battle. He wanted to plug away in the tight confines of the Hunter's clamping butt-hole until his dick was rubbed raw and sore, to tame this sleek, powerful animal that so aroused his lust with the raw mating heat of his great manhood.

As if in unspoken response to Mulezan's thoughts, the Hunter's cock twitched and strained as if it were trying to add to its already formidable length and thick girth. The Hunter's cock was leaking precum like a leaky faucet in tribute to the pleasure he had been receiving from Mulezan's working over his hot ass. The deflation that had been evident only minutes before was now gone. His weapon was now as rock hard as Mulezan's, throbbing stiffly between their slippery abdomens. But the Hunter didn't want to waste the Jungleman's next hot load of semen with a quick hand job, no matter how pleasurable it might feel. He could do better than that. He now DESIRED Mulezan going to bury his big cock hard and deep up his own tight hole, he burned with such a powerful appetite for being butt-fucked by this jungle savage! This hot, sexy, sweaty stud who in terms of sex, was the sensual King of the Jungle.

"UNH!" Mulezan grunted through gritted teeth.  The Hunter clamped down on Mulezan's dick with his macho asshole, the great muscular noose of his thick legs wrapped around Mulezan's powerful back, holding Mulezan's hips in place. Mulezan rose up on his arms, laying on the Hunter in push-up position, leaned his head backwards, and bellowed like an angry god.

The cum burst from Mulezan's long cock like an activated fire hydrant. Mulezan's body bucked as he pumped spasm after spasm into the depths of the Hunter's waiting ass. the Hunter heard deep guttural groans come from Mulezan's throat as the jungle stud seeded the Hunter's bowels, his powerful hips coring into the Hunter's body until he was done draining himself into the Hunter.

The two men writhed and twisted, grinding their sweaty, masculine-smelling torsos together. Their open, panting mouths connected and they fucked each other's mouth with their tongues. Mulezan's mouth was hot and wet, and the Hunter's hard rod slid excitingly, teasingly, against the marbled smoothness of Mulezan's ripped six-pack. It felt so good that it threatened to send the Hunter's nuts soaring off the pleasure charts. And then the Hunter was sliding two fingers into Mulezan's cum- slick ass and Mulezan's mouth was off him.

Mulezan gave a low guttural curse. He leveraged his body up a bit from the Hunter's by bracing himself with his hands, and his cock slid out of the Hunter's slippery cum filled love hole. Power surged through the Hunter as he quickly lifted and rolled Mulezan sideways, then turned to maneuver Mulezan onto his back. The heat in the Hunter's eyes grew dark and hungry as he stretched out on top of Mulezan's strong body, smothering Mulezan's full lips with hot, passionate kisses. Their bodies pressed against each other, their chests rubbing, nipples hard and brushing against their tanned skin. Their two cocks were also rubbing together now, juices mixing from each and coating the other. the Hunter's cock twitched in desperation, precum surging out of the piss slit. This man turned the Hunter on like he thought no one ever could.

In one swift movement Mulezan was up on his knees, expertly adjusting Jacob's legs for easy access. The Belgian's back curled as the Mulezan bent Jacob's legs back till the Fleming's feet were beside his head, pulling his butt and lower back up off the ground so that the Hunter was lying on his shoulders. Jacob reached up and grabbed his ankles, spreading his thighs so that he was wide open,

again ready for Mulezan.  The Jungleman's strong arms reached forward and covered the Hunter's hands, holding Jacob's ankles, with his own, gripping them tightly,trapping them.

"You got anything left, big guy?" Jacob asked, but alas in his excitement he said it in Flemish.

None-the-less, Mulezan took the gutteral gibberish as an invitation. Leaning forward and supported by the Hunter's legs, Mulezan braced the crown of his cock against Jacob's anus. The Hunger felt the press of the other stud's hard and weeping manhood against the tight orifice. Then, like a heat-seeking missile that never missed its chosen target, Mulezan's thick spike thrust viciously into Jacob's hindquarters, spearing cleanly and easily into the Belgian's tight hot core.

They both snarled, Jacob at being so forcefully and completely filled, Mulezan at the exquisite constriction that gripped him. Then the Jungleman, slowly at first, began his long, deep strokes. Jacob lay pinned under Mulezan's pistoning cock, his eyes glazing, his lips parted. The animal like sounds that the Jungleman was fucking out of him were like none the Hunter had heard it was like the guttural grunts of a gorilla, but the ape-like sounds only spurred Mulezan on. Feeling thoroughly in control, the Apeman strengthened his thrusts. He hunkered the Belgian down with his body-weight, Jacob's powerful thighs and legs trapped strongly, forcing himself to the very depths of the Hunter's clenching hot channel as Mulezan' heated loins probed Jacob time after time, launching into the Fleming with full-body thrusts, drilling savagely down into the Hunter;s upturned mating hole. The two men were fiercely joined in sexual battle, a true sex fight.  The sexual challenges had been made and this was a match for dominance, to decide who was the master of the other. One would dominate and the other would submit: that was nature's way and in the final call of the universe and everything alive within it, nature was never questioned.

Mulezan's muscular body shone in the sun as he pistoned in and out of the limber, sinewy body beneath him. His broad shoulders shone with the sweaty sheen that coated them. His toned muscles expanded and contracted as he slid in and out of Jacob's tight rectum. The enlarged veins on his bulging biceps stood out in relief from the smooth, tanned skin that covered them. His long manhood appeared and disappeared into the Hunter's ass, just the over-sized head remaining hidden every time the cum-slickened shaft gleamed in the morning light.

The two sturdy hunks had been mating for almost an hour, and both men's chests were heaving, their bodies soaked in perspiration. the Hunter's hearing absorbed Mulezan's deep pants and heard his own as well. The sunlight caressed the hard curves of Mulezan's body, which glistened with a coating of sweat that further highlighted his muscle definition. The warm golden light glinted off the rivulet of fine dark hair that ran between Mulezan's solid, pulsing pectorals and to his smooth, hard stomach, and off the light dark fur that covered his muscular legs. Then the two men's gazes locked, and the Mulezanfroze, unmoving, as he held onto Jacob's thick legs for support.

Mulezan's golden eyes stared into the Hunter's deep blue eyes, that were almost green with the ecstasy Mulezan was experiencing as he pinned Jacob down, his hard cock buried to the hilt up the Belgian's butt, soaking in the sensational waves of pleasure that washed over both of them. Mulezan's hot tight channel flamed about the Jungleman's considerable length, caressing the hard, buried cockroot. Mulezan's eyes rolled back in rapture, and he groaned in exquisite agony.

Mulezan pushed his sweaty torso up from the Hunter. He pulled Jabob's legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to one muscled thigh, and leaned forward on his muscular arms, bracing his hands on either side of the Belgian's torso. 

And then suddenly in the Hunter's eyes, Mulezan had seen something that no one had seen there since Jacob was a child, a gentleness. It was no longer a competition for final and ultimate dominance, between the two.  Mulezan had won, and the Belgian was now thoroughly infatuated with the Junglestud.  Mulezan had fucked the Hunter until he loved him! Jacob felt a flood of emotions, long contained, the hard calloused emotional scars, peeled away like an onion, the two kissed softly and tenderly.  No longer in carnal competition, Mulezan having won the sex fight, the two were now making passionate love, tenderly, slowly, and lovingly. The Hunter was now a man in worship and in passionate love with another man. Perhaps for the first time in his life, Jacob was in love.

The Hunter rocked his hips against Mulezan, undulating them for long smooth strokes. Possessively, Mulezan ran his powerful hands all along the Hunter's magnificent back onto the Hunter's beautiful butt, and cupped the two perfect ovals of muscular flesh. Mulezan squeezed the Hunter's flexing ass, feeling the Hunter's glutes ripple and pulse and clench with power, urging the Hunter on. The satiny walls of Mulezan's ass massaged and pulled at the Hunter's slicked-up but steel-hard anal probe as the Hunter stroked back and forth.

The Hunter felt his cock beginning to build from within. He forced himself to relax to delay his growing orgasm, slowing down his pumping hips, and finally stilling as he took a slow, deep breath. Mulezan moved his hands to the Hunter's neck and, meeting the Hunter's eyes, caressed the Hunter's face. He smiled up at the Hunter. the Hunter looked down at his new partner, staring back into Mulezan's eyes. Their faces were only inches apart, and the two men could feel the heat and the sexual energy radiate between them.

Then the Hunter leaned down and touched his soft, full lips to Mulezan's lips, and felt the warm slickness of Mulezan's powerful tongue as the two men met in a feverish, fuck-hungry kiss. Their tongues dueled endlessly as the Hunter slowly began to raise and lower his groin, sliding his big cock in and out of the muscular sheath of Mulezan's ass as he began the long ride to heaven with a

slow gentle fuck.

Gradually the Hunter picked up the pace again, and Mulezan could feel the Hunter's thickness growing as the Hunter's movement increased in speed. Mulezan's hands worked down the Hunter's powerful back, fingers scrabbling over the Hunter's sinewy muscles, reaching down to knead and squeeze those perfect, powerful ass cheeks. the Hunter broke away from Mulezan's mouth with a long gasp and pushed himself up, his biceps bulging. His heavy thrusts filled every inch of Mulezan's heated clench as, moaning with animal lust, the Hunter increased the rhythm and force of his movements, the urgency of his lust overcoming his desire to prolong the glorious fuck.

Mulezan managed to hang on to the Hunter's hardened cheeks, feeling them bunch and flex beneath his palms as the Hunter socked it to him, grunting in approval at the Hunter's heavy anal assault. Then Mulezan harshly cried out a loud roar and pounded the ground with both fists as the Hunter, with his weight resting on his toes, began to pile- drive his thick fuckmeat more powerfully into Mulezan's quivering hole. The Hunter gave in to the blind desire that would tolerate no other possibility than for him to finish in Mulezan's tight molten warmth. His breath grew shorter as he plowed Mulezan hard and fast, his balls slapping against the jungle stud's lithe butt. the Hunter sensed his own loins simmering and shaking like a volcano about to erupt.

"Aw, shit, gawd..., gotta feel...aw, christ... ungh...ungh... aw yeah Mulezan... fuck!"

The Hunter froze in mid-stroke, unable to move. Every muscle in the Hunter's body was drawn tight as he teetered precariously on the brink. And then it hit. the Hunter roared like a lion as he impaled Mulezan to the hilt on his erupting blowtorch. He felt as if a stick of dynamite had exploded in his loins. Racked with jolts of incredible joy and intense sensations, the Hunter sent load after load of hot studcome up Mulezan's studpussy, sperming Mulezan's ass with guttural grunts, earthy and passionate. Mulezan could feel his ass fill up with his man's nut, could feel the Hunter's body tremble and shake with passion.

Finally the Hunter eased Mulezan's legs to the ground, and collapsed against his torso, still sheathed in Mulezan's ass. They lay entwined, until Mulezan's body pushed the Hunter's cock free, and they both sighed. Slowly, they settled together, Mulezan propped on his side, running starved fingers over the glorious feast of the Hunter's body.

The Hunter was the first to speak. "God, that was the most amazing experience of my life." the Hunter whispered like a love sick school girl who had just lost her virginity. "I want to be with you forever, I want us to fuck at least 3 times a day....I, I, love you, Mulezan.... I want to be your mate..."

Mulezan smiled. The Hunter may have been stronger than Mulezan

But Mulezan had out-sexed the Hunter

You alright there, Hunter man

Mulezan had out-sexed the Hunter!

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY!

THERE IS MORE THAN ONE WAY TO BE KING OF THE JUNGLE!

Make sure to check the upcoming Deleted Scenes post for:
Mulezan and Hunter in the ruins

AS OF THE INITIAL POSTING OF THIS STORY, WE HAVE EXCEEDED WELL OVER

 ALL TIME VIEWS!

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To be continued in Mulezan VI: Mulezan and the Jungle Tyrant Fight to the Death