Heroes: Tarzan and James 3

(Heroes: Tarzan and James)

(Heroes: Tarzan and James 2)

Chapter One

"Your what?"

My lover turns his head towards me against the ornate wooden headboard, his dark chest hair matted with the sweat that covers his stout muscular body. We're relaxing after our usual intense lovemaking. I'm equally as sweaty and tired, but now I'm re-energized with shock. As I sit up quickly, the thin sheet falls away from my lean hairy body.

Me, James Porter.

Heroes: Tarzan and James 2

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Chapter 1

"William? What can I do for you?"

William Clayton.

The thickly-muscled man easily pushes me back into my bedchamber, closing the door behind him and then locking it. As he stands before me shirtless in tall black leather boots and tight black pants, William Clayton looks me up and down. I suddenly feel like prey. The handsome aristocrat moves in close. I back up until I hit the large wooden four-poster bed. He reaches out quickly, seizing hold of the front of my pants.

William sneers, "I know what kind of man you are, James Porter. I have known the truth since the moment you appeared on the doorstep to Greystoke Manor with your wild tales of meeting my supposed cousin, the savage."

Heroes: Tarzan and James 1

Chapter 1: James Porter Was Right

"It would appear that I owe you an apology, James. Your jungle man is indeed real. Very real, it would seem."

I merely nod at my employer as he surveys the scene. While I might normally appreciate his apology, I am still insulted that he treated me like some hysterical woman who imagined the entire event. As though I could ever imagine being manhandled and nearly killed by a nearly naked white savage in the heart of the African jungle.

Now Mr. Moorhead realizes my story was all true. I was quietly sketching right here. I saw a large, muscular, nearly-naked, bronzed white man. He attacked me. I barely escaped with my life. It was not a dream, as he originally accused, nor a fantasy as he subsequently implied.

The Jungle Man

Heroes: Tarzan and the Twins of Tibor

Chapter One: The Escape

The two muscular young black men raced through the jungle as fast as they could go, branches tearing at their smooth naked flesh. In their 19 years of life, the twins had never felt real fear. But here they were, running as fast as they could, with one clear motivation.

Run or die.

They were sweating profusely in the African heat, breathing hard and struggling to maintain focus. They had been running for over two miles through some of the densest jungle in Africa. Each man wore only a thin lion-skin pouch over his sizable manhood, held tight only by narrow leather straps that ran over his hips connecting to another strap that came up between his powerful legs firmly lodged in the deep valley of his substantial butt cleavage. They had had no time to put on more covering or footwear or grab weapons before fleeing their hut mere seconds before the Council's warriors came for them. If they were going to survive this, it would have to be with their brains and the power of their mighty bodies.