"Me no Tarzan, me... me..." You can't manage to say your name in your mind you are screaming for your lips to say it, but every time you try you suddenly forget it.
"Tarzan forget what he was saying"
"Good boy Tarzan, you deserve a banana" James says tossing you a banana.
You smile like a child who just received a present you never liked bananas before, but this one looked so ripe and delicious. You go to start to peel the banana, and are surprised to find you drop it. Before it hits the ground you jump into the air and grab the branch above you, and with your feet you catch the banana and swing forward flipping onto the branch. Now sitting perfectly balanced on the thin branch you move to try and peel the banana with your hands while still holding it between your toes.
You give out a few hoots as you tug at the stem of the banana unsuccessfully. Frustrated you grab the banana from between your toes and start to try and rip it apart. (this is a simple job, why is it so difficult now?!) you think to yourself. James is standing below you watching you struggle with this simple task, and taking the liberty to catch a glimpse under your loincloth.
You notice James is staring under your loincloth, and are about to pound him a new one, but instead you blush and shift your position in the tree to block his view. Irritated with the banana you bite hard into the top of it chewing the top off, from there you simply peel back the banana. You lie on your back as you eat the manhandled banana with joy.
"Enjoy your snack Tarzan?" James asks. Licking your fingers you swing off the branch and land upright next to James.
"Tarzan enjoy snack very much!" You answer checking his body to see if he was hiding any more on him. You never noticed before how good James looked. You don't remember him working out that much, but he seemed now as if he spent almost every day working out. Your eyes wander down and you see a bulge in his pants, a image flashes in your mind and you grow frightened as you feel a tingling in your own dick.
As if on queue James reaches out and pats you on the shoulder causing you to shiver violently.
"Enjoying the view Tarzan?"
These words knock you out of your trance.
"No! Tarzan no gay, me like girls, me always like girls!" you yell taking a few steps back "Me not even Tarzan, my name is.... AAAARRRG" you fall on your knees and grab your head in pain as more blurred images flash in your mind seemingly replacing old memories. James slowly walks up next t you and sits down next to you wrapping his arm around your back.
"Tarzan, its your old buddy James whats wrong?" he says and suddenly your mind clears.
"Tarzan confused, tried to remember something... important, but thought is gone now" You look over and see your friend James sitting next to you. James has been your friends since... since before you could even remember, but for some reason it felt as if you had seen him for the first time. In fact you coudn't get how he looked out of your mind.
"Don't worry buddy, everything will be fine now" James says gently stroking your back making you feel more relaxed. "Lets go home now we can figure out what was on your mind there" he says getting up and walking down the street. You watch him walk off for a few seconds watching his ass as he walks, filling your mind with new feelings.
James grinned knowing exactly what you were watching, when he hold up a banana and yells "Come, Tarzan!" you give a hoot and move on your knuckles over to him and follow at his side. "Good Tarzan" he says scratching your head. James slowly peels the banana as you stare at his hands as he manages to peel it without biting the tip off.
He holds the banana in front of your face which coincidently is also in front of his waist "here you go boy" he says.
Without thinking you snatch the banana out of his hand, but you graze something behind it, at first you think its another banana but you soon realize what it is. You stare at it for a few seconds before you break your gaze and nervously eat the peeled banana. You try and think about something else, but you can't think of anything else for long. You keep thinking back about your friend James, he was so nice offering you bananas all the time, he always knew how to make you feel better, and his ass looked so good... wait that didn't seem right you were't gay, but you coudn't stop thinking about him. (Got to stop thinking about him, must think of something, anything) you think to yourself when you suddenly recall your old apartment and the black package and the loincloth inside.
You are about to attack James, when he glances over at you and suddenly a few more images flash in your head a little clearer this time, but you still coudn't make them out. (what were you thinking about before?) you think to yourself as James patted your head and playfully messed with your long hair (probably was nothing).
"Were almost home Tarzan, I can't wait to lie in my warm comfortable bed" as James finishes speaking another image flashes in your head. To your surprise you feel your loin cloth start to lift. Your hand reaches for your aching member, and you let out a soft hoot as you play with your uncircumcised member. James just looks at you and smiles "Were home". You look up and see a small house with a tree house out back. James scratches your head causing you to give a few soft hoots as you continue to play with your now fully erect member.