Second Collection Of Unoponcho's Stories
Gay Tar-Zan----The Bird Trainer
By Kevin---unoponcho
Note: Gay Tar-Zan was originally posted March 12, 2005 and was one of the stories that was lost during the JUB update in April, 2006.
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A number of years ago, I was in Tampa, Florida. While there I visited the Busch Gardens. I had never heard of the Busch Gardens and had no idea what to expect when I got there. I thought that it was going to be a typical zoo.
At that time they had animals from around the world. What was so unique was that animals had very large areas in which they were allowed to roam and live in their own allotted space. To see the animals, the park had built trams that were elevated above the animals’ living spaces. People got on these trams and traveled above the animals to observe them.
Busch Gardens had another attraction that got my attention because I love birds as much or more as I do wild animals. They had several hundred tropical and other birds from around the globe. They had live bird shows scheduled several times during the day. These birds amazed me with their glorious colors and raucous calls. What really surprised me was that some of the birds were flying loose and were not confined in an aviary, and many of them were macaws and cockatoos that had always fascinated me. Up until I saw the Busch Gardens bird show, I had no idea that birds were intelligent enough that they could be trained and perform various tricks.
Thirty minutes or so before the show was scheduled to begin. I had walked around, and observed some of the birds in the aviaries. A few minutes before show time I sat down in the amphitheater and noticed several macaws and cockatoos, along with some other parrots and various birds, flying above me or perched in trees and rooftops of nearby small buildings. I lay back on the ground and looked up and watched these birds. They were so much more beautiful when they were not confined in a cage. As show time approached, more birds were flying in, and landing nearby in the trees and rooftops. They seem to sense that it was nearing the time for the show, and their chatter, calls, and sounds became louder.
There was a small stage with some tables and things covered with small tarps. I noticed a small tree house in the back of the amphitheater. The amphitheater was not very large, and probably did not seat more than a hundred people at the most. By the time the show was about to begin, most all of the seats were taken.
There was an announcement on the P.A. everyone to take their seats and remain seated during the show. We were instructed that birds would be flying overhead during the performance, and no one should attempt to catch or touch any of the birds while they were in flight.
After a brief pause, “Ladies and Gentlemen! The star of our show. Tar! And the trainer. Zan!”
A handsome man, wearing only a loincloth and a headband to keep his shoulder length hair out of his face appeared outside the tree house. He swung down on a rope, landing on the stage. Flying next to him was a beautiful white cockatoo with a brilliant yellow-orange comb, which landed on a perch next to Zan. The bird called Tar and the young man called Zan took their bows as the audience applauded their dramatic entrance.
The show lasted for forty-five minutes to an hour. The tricks and that the birds did during the show were simply spectacular. On cue they would fly down from wherever they were perched and perform, and then fly back to where they had previously been. Several of them, as they flew back, made a couple of circles above the heads of the audience. Several times Zan would bring certain birds down into the audience to show everyone up close what the bird looked like, and he would tell everyone all about that specific bird. I had a very difficult time concentrating on what Zan was saying. Zan was the most beautiful specimen of a man that I had ever seen.
Several times while he was on stage and while he was in the audience we made eye contact. I was hoping that none of the rest of the audience had noticed. There was one time that Zan stepped off the stage, and picked up a pretty young girl who was sitting next to me. He made a gesture with his right hand, and a beautiful scarlet macaw flew down and landed on his wrist. He moved the macaw so that the little girl could touch it. When he set the girl back down, he asked me if the beautiful little girl was my daughter. I told him no, I don’t swing in that direction. He grinned and winked at me. We had established the fact that both of us were gay.
After the show was over, people swarmed down to the stage to ask Zan questions, or to express their thanks for a wonderful show. I wanted to meet Zan, but it appeared that I would not have a chance with all the other people surrounding him. I decided to go to a nearby concession stand and get a soda. I was the last one in a long line to be waited on. I paid for the soda and turned around and practically ran over Zan. I had no idea that anyone had come up behind me. He smiled at me and told me to wait on him while he got himself a soda.
As soon as he got his drink, he walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder as we stepped away from the concession stand.
He looked at me and stuck out his hand and said, “My real name is Lester. Zan is my stage name.”
“Hi Lester! I’m Keith”
“So Keith, are you a bird lover?”
“Yes I am. I have always been fascinated by birds, especially macaws and cockatoos.”
Lester said, “Well, all my life I have liked birds. I feel so fortunate to be able to work here and train birds. Are you in a hurry to go some place?”
“No! I am here alone and have all day.”
“Great! Let’s sit down and visit for a few minutes before I have to go help my assistant get some of the birds back into their cages.”
We had barely sat down on one of the seats in the amphitheater when Lester’s assistant walked up to us and told Lester, “Jo has flown the coop again. I just got a call and she is at the USF library. If you don’t mind I would appreciate you going and getting her this time. You are the only one that she listens to.”
Lester answered, “That damn bitch. I’ve had it with her. From now on she is only going to get out of her cage to perform. I’ll get some clothes on and go get her.”
Lester turned to me and asked, “Hey! Would you like to go with me to get Jo? It should not take us very long.”
“Sure. Who is Jo and what is the deal?”
“Jo is a blue and gold macaw. Every once in a while after she performs, she flies off and goes over to the library on the University of South Florida’s campus. I would kill her if it weren’t for her being worth several thousand dollars. She is as hardheaded as most of the female bitches I know.”
Lester’s assistant had pulled several dollies with cages on them out in front of the stage. Lester went down and helped his assistant to get a lot of the birds that were flying around back into their cages. It appeared that Lester and his assistant had certain signals for the different birds. They would go cage to cage and called the birds to come down, and get into their cages. It was breathtaking to see the birds leave their perches and fly down, and get into their cages when they were given the signal to do so. When they had finished, there was one cage that was obviously empty, and as I assumed, it was Jo’s cage. Lester took the empty cage off of the dolly and set it on the ground. Lester and his assistant started pulling the dollies loaded with birds in their cages. I do not know where they were taking them.
A short time later, Lester returned and he still had on his headband and was wearing a pair of shorts, sandals, and tight-fitting T-shirt that showed off his masculine chest. He picked up the empty cage with one hand and put his other hand on my shoulder and led me to his van. He opened the back of his van and put the cage inside. He picked up a pair of heavy work gloves and put them next to the cage. He reached in his pocket, retrieved a slice of an apple, and laid it next to the gloves.
We took off. I had lost all sense of direction, and did not know where we were going. I was just along for the ride anyway.
I asked, “Lester, who came up with Zan as your stage name?”
“My smartass boss came up with the idea for me to dress like Tarzan in the movies. To avoid any legal problems, he did not think it wise to use the name Tarzan, so he started calling my cockatoo Tar and I became Zan. He thought by doing that that everyone would put the two names together and the end result would be Tarzan.”
“Well I have seen all of the Tarzan movies and you by far are the best looking Tarzan that I have seen.”
“Thanks Keith! I always feel so stupid dressed like that.”
I asked Lester a lot of things about himself and he also asked questions about me. Lester was a very interesting person to talk with. He had made several trips to South America and other countries to see and study birds in their natural habitats. He was very enthusiastic about birds and seemed to have had many interesting adventures. My life compared to his was dull.
When we got to the library on the University of South Florida’s campus, we walked in the front door and one of the librarians said, “Hi, Lester. She is up on the second floor in her usual spot on the windowsill. She is making herself at home like she always does.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Walker. I don’t think this is going to happen again. She is going to have her wings clipped and be confined to her cage.”
Lester was carrying the cage and I had the gloves and slice of apple. I followed Lester up the stairs and over to the window. The macaw was sitting on the ledge in front of the window. Lester opened the window and gave her a command to get into her cage. She ignored him and began pacing up and down on the ledge. Lester gave her another command and she still ignored him. He asked me for the slice of apple and I handed it to him. He showed the apple to Jo and she wobbled over towards Lester. He tosses the apple into the cage, and she stood there looking at the door of the cage and the slice of apple inside, but did not want to get into the cage.
In a loud angry voice, Lester said, “Get in the cage, you bitch!” The macaw wobbled over and jumped inside the cage. Lester closed the door to the cage.
Jo started screaming, “You Bitch! You Faggot! You Bitch! You Faggot!”
There happened to be a fire exit and stairwell near where we were. Lester and I made a quick exit down the stairwell and to the van. Jo was still screaming, “You Bitch! You Faggot!”, until Lester put the cage inside the van. When we got inside she started eating the slice of apple and we did not hear from her anymore.
I asked Lester where she learned the word faggot. He told me that a gay couple bought her when she was very young. The couple argued and fought a lot and she learned the word from them. She only says it when she is not getting her way.
On the way back, we continued to talk about different kind of birds. Lester liked talking to me about birds because I was genuinely interested.
He suggested that we drop Jo off at Busch Gardens and go for lunch together. Afterwards he said we could go to his dressing room because he had a book on birds that he wanted to give me. He had two and half hours until his next show.
We ate lunch together and returned to the bird area. Lester’s dressing room was in a trailer house that was parked behind some tall hedges so it could not be seen by anyone visiting the park. The trailer house was not very large, but it served its purpose. I sat down on the bed and noticed that Lester’s loincloth was lying on the bed beside me. Lester had found the book that he wanted to give to me and brought it over and sat down beside me. I was holding his loincloth and looking at it to see how it was made and how it could be worn.
Lester stood up and told me to stand up. I did not know why, but I followed his instructions and stood up.
He smiled at me and said, “You have seen me in that thing. Now I want to see you wearing it.”
He had me stripped and naked before I hardly knew what was going on. He helped me put on his loincloth and then stood back and whistled.
He said, “Keith you are a better looking Tarzan than I am. Damn, you look sexy!”
He led me over to the mirror so I could see myself. I don’t want to sound conceited but I must say that I did look pretty good, but nothing in comparison how Lester looked in it.
Suddenly I was aware that Lester was in back of me. He had put his arms around me, hugging me real tight, and kissing me on the back of my neck. He turned me around facing him, and started kissing me on my lips while he was removing his sandals, shorts and underwear. We stopped kissing each other just long enough for him to take off his shirt, and for me to take off the loincloth.
We broke our embracing, and both of us at the same time started dropping to our knees. We both stood back up laughing at each other, and at the same time we both started down on our knees again. We stood back up laughing again.
Lester slapped me on my shoulder and said, “Fuck! There seems to be only one way to solve this problem. Get on the bed and we will give head to each other at the same time.”
Lester’s cock was as beautiful as the rest of his body. While I was sucking on him, I thought that my dreams had been answered. I finally was getting to suck on Tarzan’s cock and it was everything plus of what I had always imagined that it would be like. I was administering the best head that I could. I like his cock and the way he smelled in his groin area. My sucking him off was a thrill within itself, but feeling his body next to me, and the rush I got from touching his buttocks, legs and back was causing me to feel completely oblivious as to what was going on around me. In the back of my mind, I knew that our sexual encounter was going to be limited in time because Lester had another show to perform. I did not know what time it was or the length of time we had remaining.
I knew when Lester was getting close by the way he started humping my face and was moaning. He kept sucking on my cock increasing his rhythm and really getting with it to make me cum. I was ready to cum at any minute. When he began tensing up I knew that he was getting very close. I was just waiting for him to start shooting off and was trying to delay my climax until after he had reached his. When he did start his ejaculation, he was making noise that sounded as if he were in pain and needed medical assistance. As soon as he finished putting the last drop of his cum into my mouth he rolled me onto my back, and got on top of me without missing a stroke in sucking me off. I was sucking his semi-hard cock when I shot off my load of cum. I had received a very satisfying climax, and Lester told me that he also had a gratifying ejaculation.
Lester jumped off of the bed and started putting on his loincloth. I got up and put on my clothes. While I was putting on my clothes, I thanked Lester for the blowjob and the book, and told him that I wished that we had had more time together. Lester was setting on the bed watching me get dressed, and he told me that he also enjoyed the blowjob I had given him. When I finished dressing he put his arms around me and kissed me.
Then he looked at me and asked, “Could I spend tonight with you?”
“You bet! I would love to spend the night with Tarzan.”
I gave him the name of the motel and room number. As he was running out of the door, he told me that his last show ended at 5:00PM and he would come to my motel room as soon as he could. I told him that we would go out to eat when he got there.
I picked up the book that Lester had given me and left. As I was leaving, I heard the announcement on the PA, and heard the audience applauding.
There were so many things to see and do at Busch Gardens that I believe that you could have spent a week there and not see everything. I did visit several other attractions before I left to go to my motel room, and get ready for Lester to get there. I showered, shaved, and had gotten dressed. I was lying on the bed looking through the book that Lester had given me when he arrived. He was carrying a small bag. He set the bag down and kissed and hugged me. Then he asked if he could shower and clean up before we went to dinner.
I watched him as he stripped off his clothes revealing his magnificent body. After he got his clothes off, he opened his bag, pulled out the clean clothes that he was going to wear, and tossed them on the bed beside me. Then he pulled out a large envelope and brought it over to me.
“Keith, I brought you some publicity shots that I thought you my like to have.”
Lester took off his headband and laid it on the bed, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Moments later he went into the shower, and because of the frosted glass I could not see him very well.
I opened the envelope and the first photograph was of Tar and Lester. Lester was wearing his loincloth and headband. Tar was on Lester’s arm with his yellow-orange comb arched up and giving Lester a kiss. I thumbed through the photographs and all of them had Lester in his loincloth and headband with different animals and birds.
There were two that I liked the most. One of them was with Lester riding an elephant and he had a cockatoo, which I assumed was Tar, on one arm and a scarlet macaw on the other arm. There were approximately a dozen other macaws and cockatoos flying around him and the elephant. The other one that I liked was Lester holding two chimpanzees, one with each hand, and he had a chimpanzee on his shoulder that was pulling his hair. Lester had a painful expression on his face and was looking up directly at the chimp. The chimp had a mischievous smile showing his teeth. Most of the other photographs were of Lester with various birds. One was with Lester holding a bald eagle on one hand and a falcon on the other hand. Several of the shots were with Tar and Lester. Every photograph was a wonderful pose, and obviously taken by a professional photographer.
Lester came out of the shower and grabbed a towel. As he walked into the bedroom he was drying off. He momentarily stopped and got a comb out of his bag, and tossed it onto the bed, and resumed drying himself off. He walked over to the bed, and put one of his feet on the bed and dried off his leg, and then changed and feet and dried off his other leg. I just lay on the bed and intently watched him. I honestly do not believe that he realized the effect that he was having on me. He set down on the bed and was putting on his socks. I got up and crawled on my knees up behind his naked back and put my arms around him. I kissed him on the back of his neck and told him that the photographs that he had given me were the best present that I had ever received. He turned so he could kiss me, and then he continued to get dressed.
My cock was so hard that I was about to cum in my pants. I got off the bed and told him that I would wait for him outside. As I was going out of the door, I am sure he noticed the bulge in my pants.
Lester took me to a restaurant. When we entered the lobby, the first thing I saw was a large poster with Tar and Lester on it. The second surprise was that all the employees knew Lester, and called him Tar-zan. We were seated and handed a menu.
“Lester asked, “Do you want something to drink?”
“Yeah! That sounds great. What are you going to drink?”
He did not answer me, but took the menu out of my hand, flipped it to a page that listed the drinks available, and handed it back to me. I looked at the list, and the first drink on the menu was, “Tar-zan’s Choice” and it told what was in the drink. I looked up at him and he was smiling.
I told the waiter that I would have the Tar-zan’s Choice. The waiter smiled, did not even ask Lester what he was drinking, and left.
I began looking at the menu again to make my selection as to what I wanted to eat, and saw “Tar-zan’s Favorite”.
I folded up the menu and was about to put it down on the table. Then I saw the cover of the menu. There was a picture of Tar in the foreground in flight towards Lester’s extended arm.
I said, “You are a celebrity in this town!”
“Not really! I just happen to own half of this restaurant. My partner runs it, and I have very little to do with its operation.”
I really liked the drink and the food was delicious. As we were leaving the restaurant several kids asking Lester for his autograph amused me. I noticed that he signed his name as Tar-Zan.
As we were driving back to the motel, it was difficult to determine which one of us were the most interested in having sex. The first stoplight we came to, Lester pulled off his shirt. At the next stoplight he took off his shoes and socks. Thank goodness there were no other stoplights before we pulled up in front of the motel room. While I was unlocking the door to our room, he unbuttoned his pants and had them zipped down before we went inside. He dropped his shoes, socks and shirt on the floor and dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and kicked them on the pile with his other clothes. Then he started undressing me. As soon as I was undressed it was like we were having a race as to who could beat each other to the bed first.
I had gotten on the bed before I realized that the lights were still on. I got up and turned the lights off in the bathroom, and as I was turning the lights off in the bedroom, I notice a switch on the wall. I had no idea what it was for. I turned it and music started playing. I turned it up so it was fairly loud, but should not disturb anyone that was next door. I got back in bed with Lester and we started kissing and hugging each other. Both of us were moaning and expressing the sensations that we were experiencing. When I became aware of the sounds of our love making, I realized that they were being muted out by the music, and we could express ourselves within reason, and no one would be the wiser as to what we were doing. Later on when our sex got more heated and wilder so did our expressions and sounds of delight.
The longer we kissed and hugged, the more passionate we became, the animal instincts were becoming more prevalent. I could not keep my hands off of him, and wanted to show him that I cherished the opportunity to be with him, and to have sex with the most desirable man that I could ever hope to be with. The way he was responding, I believed that he was feeling the same way about me.
We had stopped kissing each other, and were lying there looking into each other’s eyes for a long period of time. It was as if we were exchanging thoughts without saying anything. At the same time we both started to move. With out saying anything we moved so we could suck each other’s very aroused engorged cocks at the same time. Unlike our earlier sexual encounter, we had all the necessary time to devote pleasure to each other.
Lester and I did something that I had never experienced before. We would suck each other and when one of us were nearing a climax, we would remove our cocks out of their mouths, and wait for a period of time before putting it back into their mouths to be sucked some more. This had occurred perhaps a half dozen times before both of us were nearing a climax at the same time. Lester moved so we were lying side by side. Again we just looked into each other’s eyes and held each other’s erection.
After the urge to ejaculate had subsided, Lester said, “I want you to fuck me and I want to fuck you……I can not figure out how we might accomplish this at the same time.”
“I think you have a good point there. Which do you prefer doing first?” I replied.
“Man that is a hard decision to make. Why don’t you fuck me and then I will fuck you?”
“That sounds good to me.”
Both of us started getting off of the bed at the same time to go get condoms and lube. We laughed and I crawled back on the bed, and waited for Lester to dig them out of his bag.
When he returned to the bed he tossed them to me, and got on his all fours, so I could lube up his asshole and fuck him. I had never saw a more beautiful ass in my life. Lester’s ass looked like it was just begging to be fucked.
I began to fuck him and slowly gather up momentum. I was getting carried away, and began slamming my cock in and out of him banging his ass like no bodies business. I was loudly uttering groans and moans. So was Lester. I was thankful that there was music in the room drowning out or disguising the sounds we were making.
Lester turned his head towards me and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me man! You are doing great. Give my ass hell man. Shit! No one has ever fucked me the way you are fucking me.”
Without saying anything, Lester pulled away from me and moved on his back with his legs up in the air. I started fucking him in the new position. I could see his face as he changed expressions, and he was looking at me. I soon was banging the hell out of him again. We both were groaning and cursing under our breaths. I had never fucked anyone before that seemed to enjoy it more than Lester. I wanted to please him as much as possible, but I knew that this time when I reached the peak that I would not be able to put off my climax again. I shot off so much cum that it appeared that I had not shot off in a month or so. I collapsed on top of him breathing like I had just run a mile at a fast space. I even felt like I might just pass out, however, in a matter of minutes I regained my breath, and Lester and I started kissing and hugging again.
Lester started squirming trying to get out from under me. I moved so he could get up. I removed the used condom and laid it on the nightstand by the bed.
He said, “Okay Big Boy! I’m going to fuck you, and try to make you feel as great as you did me.”
He wanted to fuck me doggie style and I got on my all fours. It was not long before he had properly prepared my ass and was fucking me. He began fucking me at a reasonable rhythm and gradually increased. He told me that I had a great fucking ass. He began slamming his cock into me and I started visualizing Tarzan in the movies was fucking me. Lester was getting me hot again and I was getting another erection.
Then he started yelling, “Damn! Damn it! Keith I can’t help it. Fuck it all! I’m cuuuummminnng….Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Crap!…… I came too fast. I’m sorry Man.”
He leaned over and wrapped his arms around my chest. His cock was still buried deep inside of me. I lowered myself from the doggie style position down onto the bed lying on my stomach. He remained on top of me breathing a little harder than usual and slowly began humping my ass again. He still had an erection. I was so relaxed and content. It felt good for him to be on top of me like this. He continued to slowly hump my ass. I must have dozed off and I have no idea for how long. When I woke up he was beginning to pick up his momentum, and was fucking me in earnest like he was building up to have another climax. I began to get more involved and started moving my ass in sequence to his motions. I had also slipped my hand underneath me, and was holding on to my stiff cock while he fucked me. Once again we began moaning and showing the delightful pleasures of being sexual stimulated.
“God Keith, I have never been so fucking hot in my life. I feel like I am going to cum again.”
I replied, “Shoot your cum in my ass. I am ready to cum with you man. Fuck me like you were Tarzan.”
The mention of Tarzan’s name must have turned him on big time. He was fucking me so hard that the king size bed was bouncing up and down. He went completely wild both while fucking me and he was kissing, sucking and biting the back of my neck and shoulders to the point that his biting was causing pain. When he shot off, he was making a sound like Tarzan but thankfully not as loud. After he shot off he kept on fucking me and I shot off all over the bed.
He got off of me and took my used condom and his into the bathroom to dispose of them. He brought back a damp towel for me to clean the bed and myself up.
We lay down beside each other and Lester put his arm under my neck we cuddle up close to each other. I asked Lester what time he had to get up in time to get to work. He told me that he was an early riser and always woke up at sunrise. He told me that he would try to be quiet in getting his things together, and would possibly leave before I woke up. I poked him in the ribs, and told him not to dare slip out on me. I told him to get me up when he got up and that away I would get an early start driving home.
He asked me when I was going to come back and visit him and Busch Gardens again. I told him that I did not know, but I certainly now had an incentive to return as soon as I could. He mentioned that he did not know how much longer that he would be working at Busch Gardens. He said that they liked to change acts every once in a while or change trainers. He did not think that he would be wearing a loincloth much longer. One of the main reasons that he did not want to leave Busch Gardens was because of the birds. He said each bird had a different and unique personality, and that he loved each and every one of them including Jo. Lester told me that Tar belonged to him and the rest of the birds belonged to Busch Gardens.
We told each other goodnight and kissed each other. I thank him for the book, photographs and for him having sex with me. He kissed me on my cheek. He fell asleep before I did. The last thing I remembered was thinking “Me Tarzan. You Jane.”
The next morning I woke up when Lester removed his arm out from under my neck. He went in the bathroom and shaved while I was gathering up my things in preparation to leave. As soon as he finished shaving and got in the shower, I quickly shaved and got into the shower with him. We probably spent an hour in the shower bathing each other, stroking each other’s cocks, and giving each other a blowjob. When we got out of the shower we possibly were the cleanest as well as the most sexually satisfied persons in the city or possibly anywhere.
I packed my things, checked out of the motel, and met Lester at a local coffee shop where we ate breakfast. We had already said goodbye to each other, and when we finished breakfast, Lester got up from the table, patted me on my shoulder and walked out of the coffee shop.
I started my long drive home. My original plans were to spend the night in a motel on my way home. I drove all day only stopping for gas and to go to the restroom. I could not get Lester out of my mind. All day I kept getting erections just thinking about him. By nightfall, I stopped and had the car filled up with gas and grabbed a bite to eat. I was not sleepy and decided to drive a while longer. I stopped at a roadside rest stop, and put on a pair of gym shorts so I would be more comfortable. As I was driving down the highway, I played with myself while still thinking about Lester in his loincloth. To entertain myself while driving I would beat off. I had a box of tissue in the seat next to me. I lost count of the times I ejaculated while driving. I got home just as the sun was coming up. My cock was so sore that I could not masturbate for over a week.
After I got home I immediately went to bed and slept until late that afternoon. When I unpacked my things, I looked at the photographs that Lester had given me. I don’t know when he did it, but on each photograph he wrote a different inscription beginning with “Keith” and signed it “With love…Your friend. Tar-Zan”
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