Twin Pack

They had no memory of anything before the canopy. The troop found them as infants and kept them. By the time they could walk they already moved like the younger monkeys, gripping with hands and feet, sleeping in piles, answering every call with the same short grunts. They never learned words.

Puberty arrived early and finished fast. Around their twelfth year the changes started and did not stop until they were fully grown. Their cocks lengthened and thickened until they hung heavy even soft, foreskins loose enough to slide back at the slightest touch. Balls dropped and filled, covered in the same dense dark hair that spread across their chests, stomachs, pits, arms, thighs and lower backs. The hair trapped heat and held their scent so strongly they could track each other through thick leaves. By fifteen they were physically adult. By eighteen nothing was unfinished. They got hard easily from scent or proximity and stayed that way longer once aroused. Because of it they fucked like animals every day, five or six times, wherever the urge hit them. Mount, come, keep moving, do it again when the smell or the brush of skin set them off. The rainforest stayed dangerous the whole time. Quiet stretches meant something else was moving. They fucked anyway.

That afternoon they dropped lower where the fruit grew thicker. Light thinned. Both stayed half crouched, heads up, nostrils working. The dense hair across their chests and arms was already damp. Ryn crouched at the base of a wide trunk and tore into a low cluster. Juice ran down his wrists into the hair on his forearms. Kai stayed half a step behind him. The smell hit hard. Kai’s cock thickened fast. A branch cracked off to the left. Both froze and let out the same short sharp warning grunt the older males used. Nothing moved. Ryn went back to ripping fruit.

Kai slammed into him from behind and drove him forward over the thick root with a heavy grunt. Ryn went down hard, hips jacked up, one hand still clutching crushed fruit. Kai spat once between his cheeks, then again on his own cock, and shoved in with one brutal thrust. Ryn’s hole opened around him. Kai bottomed out and started fucking immediately, short hard animal strokes, each one paired with a deep guttural grunt. His hands locked on Ryn’s hips and yanked him back. Ryn’s cock swung heavy and dripping underneath him, untouched. Another branch snapped, closer this time. Kai’s rhythm never broke. He fucked faster, grunting louder, one hand fisting in the hair at the back of Ryn’s neck and shoving his face down while he kept thrusting. Ryn pushed back into it, answering with tighter grunts. Kai came deep, hips jerking, the sound turning into one long low grunt. He pulled out fast. Cum leaked immediately and ran down Ryn’s thigh, catching in the hair before it dripped onto the root.

Ryn stayed bent for one breath, still grunting low, then shoved himself up and kept moving. His cock was still half hard. Kai followed, still half hard himself, both of them scanning the undergrowth. Cum slid slowly down Ryn’s leg. They climbed, low grunts passing between them. The leaves stayed still behind them. This was the second time that day. The danger had not stopped them.

Higher up they found a wide mossy branch and stopped to eat. Ryn bit into a soft yellow fruit, juice running down his chin. Kai stayed close. The smell hit again. He crushed another piece in his fist until pulp and juice ran over his fingers, then reached around and wrapped his slick hand around Ryn’s cock. Ryn grunted, hips jerking. Kai stroked him hard and steady, thumb sliding over the head. Ryn came with a sharp grunt, cock pulsing, thick ropes landing across the moss and his thigh. Kai kept stroking until Ryn pushed his hand away.

Right after, Kai shoved him forward over the branch. Ryn went down with a grunt, hips up. Kai spat, worked his tongue over the hole, spat again on his cock and pushed in. The fuck was short and mean, both of them grunting in the same steady rhythm. A distant call from the troop made them tense for half a second, then Kai fucked harder until he came deep. When he pulled out more cum leaked and ran down Ryn’s thigh, mixing with the fruit juice.

Ryn pushed himself up and reached for more fruit. Cum and juice dripped off the branch. They stayed there half hard, grunting low between bites, ears still working. Later, when the light started to fade and they moved toward the sleeping platform, Kai would mount him again against a trunk, quick and hard while both of them listened for anything moving below, then once more in the pile once the troop settled. Five or six times a day was normal. The danger never went away. Their bodies did exactly what the early finished puberty had built them to do, and neither of them ever stopped to clean any of it.