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LIONEL, LORD OF THE JUNGLE
by Jason
"Ooooooggg, yahoooooooo!"
With the ease of an animal born to it, Lionel Lord of the Jungle moved
through the lush forest canopy of equatorial Africa with practised elegance,
huge biceps bulging, sinews stretched, fine toned muscles rippling the
entire length of his near naked, glistening body. In a mode of travel unique
to him and the lesser primates he swung effortlessly from trailing vine to
trailing vine to cover in a few minutes a distance that would take a whole
day for men marching on foot.
Having spent a full day chasing gunrunners and slave-traders while
carrying vital vaccines and packets of condoms to outlying districts, the
Lord of the Jungle was at last on his way home.
On the outskirts of a native village the master of aerial agility gave a
last kick with his legs before leaping down to hit the ground square on his
feet.
"Ouch, shit! I'm gonna bust my heels one day if I don't start wearing
sneakers."
Solemnly he stalked down to the village where Boy was waiting to greet him
at the door of a hut built of mud and woven grass. Boy was pubescent,
slender and extremely beautiful and like Lionel he's was naked save for a
small loincloth.
"Is dinner ready Girl?" asked the Lord of the Jungle.
"Don't call me Girl. I ain't a girl." replied Boy indignantly.
Lionel twitched slightly. "Huh! Oh sure. I tend to forget that when I think
of you. Any grub on the go?"
"Nope," replied Boy, "Lady Janet took the afternoon off to go up river and
see Chief Zimmerframe's golden horn."
The Lord of the Jungle's partner, Lady Janet Greybrick, was an English
aristocrat who'd rejected a life of sumptuous luxury to live in a mud hut in
Africa with an uneducated, penniless deadbeat who had the table manners of a
chimpanzee. The deadbeat often had trouble with her independent attitude.
In fact she was still so hoity-toity he couldn't understand what she said
half the time.
Lionel grunted. "Damn that golden horn. Every time Janet goes to see it she
don't come back with anything but a fat smile on her face.
After pondering for a moment he thrust out his chin. "Nuthin' cookin' huh!
Looks like I'm gonna have to find a goat carcass an' skin it, gut it, an'
cut it into convenient sized pieces. Then maybe I'll be able to trade it for
a carry-out from Mrs Mbelogo's hut."
He looked grim. "God, I hate that woman's carry-outs. They allus taste like
baboon turd."
"Mrs Mbelogo's carry-outs ARE baboon turd," said Boy.
The Lord of the Jungle nodded. "Yeah, but it wouldn't be so bad if the
goddamn bitch weren't so tight with the chilli sauce."
Putting off making an immediate decision Lionel turned and put a friendly
arm about his young companions small shoulders. Boy was an orphan he'd taken
in when he began to develop and start to look cute.
"Well, while Janet's away I reckon it's a good time to do - erm - say a few
things to you. It's useful for us guys to chat together man-to-man now and
then when there's delicate issues to discuss, don't you reckon?"
Boy looked up at him doubtfully. "I watch you and Janet screwin' in the
corner of the hut every night, Lionel. Are you finally gonna explain to me
about fuckin'?"
Lionel twitched again. "No, nothing like that. I was gonna say you need to
swap your meagre little loincloth for a new one. Purple went out of style
months ago y'know. You'd be better off wearing turquoise or lemon-yellow
now."
Avoiding any further attempt at rapport with someone who was cleverer than
he was, Lionel stormed in through the door of the hut and gazed in
satisfaction at the large chair in the centre of the straw-strewn floor.
"Ah, the catalogue people have delivered my new recliner; blue chintz
upholstery and stainless steel frame. Not much for the termites to chew on
there, eh?"
"Looks a bit out of place in a mud hut," Boy remarked dubiously has he
followed him in.
Lionel pouted petulantly. "Out of place! Oh no, blue chintz is perfect.
Almond would have been awful, and mauve really would have clashed."
He sat on it gingerly and tested the pile of the padding by bouncing lightly
up and down.
"Pink would have been nice, but us guys like to leave some choice for the
girlies."
Satisfied that the item met with all his specifications he reached out and
took hold of a brown paper package that had been left on the end of it.
"No one's gonna call me stingy. I ordered a new soap dish for Lady Janet,
and I godda special little prezzie for you."
"A present?" Boy's eyes shone.
"Yeah, something to brighten up the evenings in this neck o' the woods. A
little black lacy garter belt an' a pair o' nylons."
"I ain't a girl," protested Boy for the second time that day.
The Lord of the Jungle's face contorted cynically. "Is that right? Well, you
could sure fool me when you put on Janet's glossy lipstick an' electric blue
eye shadow."
The young lad clenched his fists and planted them on his hips.
"I only do that 'cos some big galoot who ain't a million miles away keeps
pestering me to do it."
Lionel waved the critisism away, swung up his legs and stretched out.
"A guy should be allowed some recreation. Damn it, I work all week
without even Sundays off, an' when I get home that darn woman o' mine still
expects me to help wash the dishes. Work an' worry, that's all I got"
A sudden frown creased his brow.
"Don't be in a hurry to grow up, kid. It's a jungle out there in that rain
forest."
Boy blinked. "Er yeah, I guess it must be."
"So many trees a guy can't get an even suntan, and so hot you're stuffed
without a decent deodorant. Choose the wrong one and the mosquito's have you
for breakfast. Worst of all, there's not a flushing toilet anywhere."
He sighed deeply.
"Swingin' through those damn trees is a nightmare. Grippin' those vines all
the time ruins a fella's manicure, and tonight I banged my goolies on a
tourists head on the way home. Near snapped his neck an' nearbroke my
balls."
Boy at last showed some concern. "Gee whiz! You're wedding tackle is the
source of countless peoples fantasies, you can't risk having it damaged. Do
you want to strip off your loincloth so I can take a look?"
Lionel nodded. "Yes, good idea, and take off your own loincloth so I can
have a look too. And - er - let's see if the garter belt fits you."
(Cut to stock film footage of black men pounding drums and modestly dressed
native women performing traditional ethnic dances - Annnd stop!)
Back in the hut Boy put on a cute winsome expression as he posed to reveal
himself wearing his recently provided suspender belt and stockings. They
were the only items of clothing he wore, and Lionel nodded with approval as
he made a survey of an hairless groin and a smooth sugar-stick pillowed
on a soft, wrinkled little pouch.
"Your doin' all right, kid. That fat little flute of yours will play many a
fine tune when your older."
To ease Boy's tardy mood Lionel himself had slipped on a pair of stockings
and a suspender belt from Lady Janet's clothes chest, a gesture he believed
that didn't harm his image of Lord of the Jungle since he possessed
something like a boa-constrictor slumped over a bag of apples in his lap.
Boy moved thoughtfully forward to hold the bulging under-hanging fruits in
his hands. "How does that feel?"
"Mmmm! Better. Rather nice, and it doesn't hurt at all. You sure have a
healing touch, kid."
"And if I roll 'em around like this?" asked Boy as he lifted the heavy sack.
A simple caress initiated an immediate reaction. Lionel's cock swelled
rapidly to full erection, big and strong, with its underside marked by an
artery as thick as a rope. "Ooooh, yeah! Zambezi-easy, that's good."
"Makes your dangle go thick and stand up," remarked Boy as his fingers
explored the vastness of the man's rammer, following the thick vein on its
under surface all the way down to the root.
"Sure does, my little pipsqueak. It loves your thoughtful attention."
"This kind of attention?" Boy asked has he took a full handed grip and
rolled the sheath of foreskin down over the bulbous, purple tip and gazed at
the flaring pee-hole.
"Oooooh, wow, oooh, yeah! That's rather lovely."
"'Spect you'd like me to kiss something better. You usually do."
"Good idea. A fine idea."
The tip of Boy's pink, wet tongue smoothed delicately around the slavering,
plump summit of Lionel's rearing cock before he gripped the base of it with
his fingers and slid the top portion into his mouth.
Lionel groaned, but Boy wasn't finished.
Drawing a lung full of breath through his nose he pushed his mouth down
until the fat tip of the vast gland hit the back of his throat, then he
slowly dragged his lips up again.Lifting his sweet mouth away he pressed
the shiny, wet head of the man-cock against his sun-tanned cheek.
"Was that okay?" he asked.
"Yeh, yeh. But concentrate more on the top end. That's where the nice
feelings hits me best."
Boy promptly put the lump of steaming, hard meat back into his mouth, and
the Lord of the Jungle squirmed, revelling in lewd sensation as his cock
sawed in and out.
After a few moments he put his hands on the back of Boy's head as the
youngster's lips began to increase their speed of movement.
"Yeow, wow!"
He moaned wildly as his hips gave an almighty upward heave and his cock
ejected several strong pulses of cream.
Boy's eyelashes fluttered and a whinny of surprise squeezed out from his
throat.
At that moment the Commissioner of Police came bursting through the door. He
was a tall, thin man with a grey moustache and usually he was calm and
composed, but at that moment he looked extremely agitated.
He gave a swift glance at Boy who was rising up and wiping a puddle of spilt
sperm from his chin with the back of his hand.
"Sorry to intrude while people are still eating, Lionel, but we have a
crisis. I've just heard that fifty Warimi tribesmen and a couple of white
ner'do-wells are planning to cross the rope bridge at the chasm and plunder
the incredibly old and mysterious Secret Sacred City of Antiquity on the
other side. What shall we do?"
Lionel climbed from his recliner, stood straight, sucked in his abdomen and
puffed out his chest.
"Leave it to me commissioner. This is the kind of job a Lord of the Jungle
does best. It's what I'm here for."
With a single energetic bound, and then a couple more, he leap to the door.
"Shouldn't you get properly dressed first?" the commissioner asked,
observing the stockings and suspenders with a critical eye.
Lionel paused. "Huh! Oh sure. Is there a telephone cubicle around here?"
The commissioner frowned. "Isn't getting dressed in a telephone cubicle one
of Superman's gimmicks?"
"Yeh, so it is. He wears such lovely tight fitting suits too, I often get
carried away thinking about 'em. I've always fancied being the Caped
Crusader."
Boy sighed. "Batman is the Caped Crusader."
The lad's muscle-bound, naked mentor gave a snort of contempt.
"Bah! Johnny-come-lately's all of 'em. The Lord of the Jungle was the first
and original super hero."
He then gave his prodigy a searing look. "No time to dress, lad, we've a
Secret Sacred City of Antiquity to save."
Appreciative of the display of female clothing being displayed the
commissioner fondled a rising bulge in the front of his trousers and slyly
winked at Lionel's youthful partner.
"You should call yourself Barbara or Joanna, Boy. No need for you to go on
the kind of dangerous jaunt Lionel as in mind. There are plenty of things
you could be doing around here. Hang around and I'll help put your hair in
bangs."
Boy gazed up at him with a look of mild reprimand.
"I always see you on Tuesday evenings commissioner. Don't go wreckin' my
schedule, I've just spent all afternoon carving it on a tree."
To the Lord of the Jungle he said. "We'll have to walk Lionel? I can't swing
through the trees like you do."
A rare light of cunning gleamed in Lionel's eyes and he smirked.
"To hell with walkin' an' swinging through trees. I've got a jeep parked
down by the river, so we're ridin'."
Boy was aghast. "But Lionel, you were found as a baby in the forest and
raised by apes. You can swing through the trees like a monkey, but you can't
drive."
The Lord of the Jungle smiled derisively.
"Never let things like that get in the way of a good story, kid. Come on,
let's go."
(Cut to stock film footage of vast herds of wildebeest careering over the
African savannah - Annnd stop!)
As the jeep rumbled along the narrow jungle trail Lionel cursed as he missed
a gear. "Darn it, I shoulda known better than put on Janet's high-heel
slingbacks.
They're crippling me." He gazed over at Boy with some concern. "Yer dick's
still stiff, kid"
The lad nodded. "That's on account of me being stuck with a lousy lover who
never finishes things off right."
Lionel pursed his mouth. "I'll snap the bastards neck for yer when we get
back Boy, but right now I don't want you to sit so close. I'm pretty new to
these newfangled jeep-thingies an' your prick looks too much like the
gear-stick."
They'd only gone a mile before they had to pull up for a red light at a
jungle crossing, and Lionel growled with annoyance.
"Ain't it allus the same? Every time you need to get somewhere fast the damn
lights are against you."
He wrapped his hand around Boy's cock, and while he was jerking it he
watched a fat old mama carrying a bowl on her head waddling down the trial
on the right. When she reached the junction she swung towards them.
"Mrs Mbelogo, don't you ever indicate when you turn off the trail?" chaffed
the Lord of the Jungle.
"Sorry boss, m'mind was on other things," the woman replied. "Hey, yous two
guys is dressed up sweet. You goin' to a pardy?"
"We've got a date with danger." declared Lionel loftily.
As she approached he sniffed suspiciously at the noxious aroma wafting down
from the bowl on her head.
"You been out collectin' baboon shit fer carry-outs?"
The woman grinned, showing a set of tombstone teeth. "Nah, the baboon's are
all pooped out around here, but I found me a heap o' rhinoceros dung today
so I's gonna try a new recipe - Rhino-crap dumplings, with edgar rice."
"Sounds - er - interestin'."
"Top-notch grub."
She stepped closer to get a better view of Lionel's hand pumping Boy's cock.
"Careful how you handle that thing, Lionel. Boy may be only a kid, but his
lil' carrier-bags hold enough whitewash to paint a ceiling."
Her smile broadened as she gazed at the youngsters face. "Y'll have to come
over an' see me agin soon, honey, I'm a'thinkin' o' redecoratin'."
"Sure Mrs Mbelogo" Boy panted, "I'll come an' visit as long as you promise
not to offer me supper."
The lights flashed green to go, and forsaking all niceties Lionel shoved
Boys cock into first gear, put his foot on the accelerator and sped across
into the trees.
Then he had to gun the motor and struggle for several minutes to get the
jeep back onto the road.
"Damn, damn, damn!" cursed the Lord of the Jungle.
"Hey, will you take it easy?" Boy grimaced, "My dick don't do reverse."
(Cut to stock film footage of a lion pacing back and forth, snarling and
roaring to a crescendo of tom-tom's. Annnd stop. As usual it's got nothing
to do with the story).
When they arrived at the rope bridge over the chasm they were met by fifty
fierce armed tribesmen led by two rough looking white men carrying hunting
guns. On recognising Lionel the natives shrieked in terror, threw down their
spears and ran off, but the two white men, one ugly and the other just plain
sneaky looking, stayed to level their rifles.
"Who the hella you, fellah?" asked the ugly one.
"I'm Lord of the Jungle, so be afraid," Lionel's voiced boomed loudly.
"Afraid!" Ugly looked at Sneaky, then back at Lionel. "Afraid o' some
nudey, pervy puddin'-head out on a joyride? No way. You may have
frightened the natives with your freaky looks Lord of the Jungle, but you'll
have a tougher time scaring off a couple of hard-nosed bullets."
Lionel glared. 'Pervy pudding-head!' His face contorted. Angry, affronted
and indignant he sprang up to beat his fists on his chest.
"Ooooooggg, yahooooooooo!"
"What's all that racket for?" enquired Sneaky.
The Lord of the Jungle looked abashed. "Oh nuthin'. I just stood up too
quick
and banged my cock on the steering wheel."
Carefully he clambered out from the jeep, then straightening up he marched
gamely, fearlessly, stupidly towards the two dangerous desperado's.
"Now just listen here you fellahs, you could soon be in serious trouble
unless you change your ways."
Ugly grinned, showing a row of broken teeth. "Oh yeah! How d'yer reckon
that?"
"I can tell by your appearance neither of you have washed or shaved for
several days, and poor personal hygiene can quickly cause all kinds of
health problems in an equatorial climate."
"This guy's a loony, let's fill him with holes," growled Ugly.
Sneaky smiled sneakily. Nah, let's just lose his balls. Let's take out one
each."
Lionel came hobbling to an uncomfortable halt in his ill-fitting high
heels as a pair of gun muzzles panned down, and suddenly he wished he'd
paused earlier to put on the khaki shorts Janet had given him to wear on
Sundays.
Just as fingers were squeezing down on triggers, Boy climbed out from the
passenger side of the jeep and walked around to the front, and there he
posed sideways on, hands on hips, one knee jutting slightly forward, young
cock at full erection with its foreskin drawn all the way back to expose a
dark pink tip.
Peering along his shoulder his lush eyelashes fanned up and down and he gave
the two wastrel ner'do-wells a scintillating look with hooded eyes that was
pure seduction.
"Don't ignore me, boys," he piped cutely. "I may be young, but I'm hot for
tough-guys who stink of sweat."
The men's trousers tented out magnificently as they gaped in astonishment,
and a drivel of saliva ran down Ugly's chin.
While their attention was diverted Lionel was able to step forward and yank
the guns from their hands, and then with an upward swing he brought the butt
end of the weapons up to clack on the side of their heads.
When both Ugly and Sneaky had collapsed into a single untidy heap, Lionel
turned to his young companion.
"Thanks for the timely help, Boy Wonder. I'd have ended up a soprano forever
but for you, and a squeaky voice would play havoc with my career as Lord of
the Jungle."
"I'm not Boy Wonder, Lionel," his companion protested, "Boy Wonder is
Batman's sidekick, and his real name is Robin."
The Lord of the Jungle sucked his teeth. "Damn it, I should have suspected
something like that. Them quirky dudes in silly suits get all the best
lines."
At that moment the commissioner came panting along the jungle trail, busily
filling his pipe with tobacco.
"You got here quick, commissioner."
"Yeah, I thumbed a lift with a lorry load of ivory poachers. All okay guys -
as long as you ain't a elephant. Pretty generous with the old wacky-baccy
too."
He took a moment to put a match to his pipe as he studied the two
unconscious men on the ground, then he puffed out a billow of blue smoke.
"That's thirty-six times you've saved the Secret Sacred City of Antiquity
from being plundered this year, Lionel."
The Lord of the Jungle gazed serenely across the deep chasm towards the
mysterious Secret Sacred City of Antiquity on the other side. The colonnades
and terraces along its primary avenues were now clogged with lichen and
moss, while creepers and vines laced the ancient crumbling towers of its
temples and palaces, the domes of which seemed to glow golden in the evening
half-light.
The city was a unique, timeless monument to an unknown race of people who
had once lived, worked and died in central Africa during in an era yet to be
defined by science.
"Yes, and I broke a fingernail when I grabbed those owlhoots guns this
time." he said gravely, "But I guess it was worth it. There are too few
beautiful things left unspoilt in this world commissioner, and it's
important to keep this one untainted until Disneyland comes to Africa. Then
we can sell it as a ready-made feature and go live in Bermuda."
The Lord of the Jungle turned to his young partner. "We've done our job
here, let's go home, Boy. Your backside and I have a date with a bowl of
coconut oil."
Boy made no effort to move has he felt Lionel's beefy hand gratuitously
stroking his bare bottom.
"Coconuts don't grow in Africa," he said.
Lionel scoffed lightly and chuckled. "Have faith in Hollywood, Robin. If
coconut oil is needed, it'll be there."
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