Boarded
The following morning, Homer roused from sleep spooned by his neanderthal partner's calloused, warm arms. Homer was reluctant to get up because of the bulge warmth Fred has brought to his bottom. He wants his ass to spend the entire day prodded by that Neolithic dick. Unfortunately, there was a blotch floating in the distance that needed scanning, so the yellow man got up from the gay pile and moved to the raft's edge for a better view.
"LAND!!!"
Fred's wet dream of The Croods rule34 came to an end when the loud sound destroyed his ears. He growled, "Homer, why did you do me dirty? " while scratching his itchy, crusty, dried piss-coated genitalia.
"Look, Fred!" Homer bounced around pointing at a misty, hazy patch of land that jutted up the horizon, "It's an atoll, Fred! We're saved!"
Since Fred's pre-evolutionary eyesight was still underdeveloped, he had to squint to try and see the remove island. "Where, Homie? I ain't seeing shit!"
"Jesus! It's right there!" Said Homer as he leaned forward, almost falling off the raft.
The caveman reprimanded Homer, saying, "Boy! I'll be darn sure you'll be brought to them rehab centers once we're outta here," because he believed that Homer had finally gone nuts from malnutrition.
Homer was also becoming enraged, sharing Fred's anger. "I'm serious damn it!" he yelled as he bent over to point, and as he did so, his tight pants began to descend due to his uncontainable asscheeks failing to handle the pressure. Soon an asscrack peeped out, then followed by a full on plumber's crack, and then to top it all off, the delicious stinky spread! "Look! Over there! see it?"
"Hell yeah, Boy! I do be seeing it!" Fred spotted the atoll, but it was a different kind of atoll all together. Instead, he met the eyes of Homer's dehydrated asshole! Cracks all over it like a desert drought and shit. Fred whiffed a fat one, taking in the pucker's aroma as deep as a dying man's final breath. It smelled very nice, he went erect.
"Oh goodie! I can't wait to have coconuts for lunch!" Homer clapped his hand, mouth practically watering for something fresh.
"The fuck you talking about, you already have a couple, hyuk hyuk!" Fred Flintstone was already next to Homer's backside, fondling the Simpson's dangling gonads. "you're such a greedy pig, why don't you share some" he asked as he started to lick the scrotum sheepishly while planting his hungry nose against Homer's pink donut.
"D'oh!" pronounced Homer. His balls slid down moist into Fred's oral, thoroughly filling and bloating the stone age man's throat like a croaking bullfrog inflating its neck. A raw saliva-coated thumb moistening his dry butthole as the finger prodded around the rim before it savagely wet willy'd it into submission and euphoria.
"I'm so glad that ship hit the iceberg I was stuck in!" Fred declared while he finger-popped his thumb out the defiled anus. "God has granted me free taste of this fine piece of flesh," He then stuck it into his mouth and savor everything he'd scooped out of Homer's nether hole, "Mmm, Not the taste I was expecting, but sexy nonetheless" Fred winced once the gnarly aftertaste kicked in. Next, he made a landing spot out of Homer's ass as he placed his hard throbbing homo erectus on it.
Suddenly, the true definition of killjoy appeared. Before Fred could buttfuck Homer, something roaring was slicing the waves towards them! A speedboat! ridden by The Somalia Pirates!
"What the hell?" Said both Homer and Fred Flintstone. The menacing vessel slowed before crashing to a halt right in front of them, sending up a massive splash that coated their hot bodies. As the mist faded, a black man appeared, obviously. But it was no ordinary Afro-American, it was T'Challa aka The Black Panther!
"My king!" Homer bowed, still naked. "I thought you died?"
"My death is greatly exaggerated..." Replied the Panther, "We alls know legends nevah die!"
"Then shouldn't you be ruling Wakanda as top monarch?"
T'Challa spat, "Wakanda is having an economic collapse right now... I ain't got no time governing that BS" he groped his fluffy buttcheeks tightly, "Diagnosed with prostate cancer I did and I'd rather spend my remaining days chasing passions"
"And what do you love doing?" Asked Fred Flintstone.
"Robbing y'alls!" The pirate howled as he pulled out an AK47 outta nowhere. "Now, hand me your valuables!"
Fearing for their lives, Homer and Fred hugged each other, cowering from the pirate's threats. "But we don't have anything with us!"
"You sure?" replied T'Challa, his cat-like eyes dragged down, giving Homer's yellow ass the looks. That was a clear indication that Homer was about to receive the BBC.
"One man's virginity is as precious as gold, the Bible says"
T'Challa lugged out his vibranium-coated Wakandan meat train and poked the tip at the poor Simpson's anus without any restraint coming from the two. T'Challa dove into Homer's butt cenote, demolished the walls and pillaged everything that tight asshole had in one clean sweep.
"OWWWW!" Homer yowled. In terms of safety, T'Challa doesn't give a single fuck about it.
Savagely, Black Panther's brown dick pumped in and out, making Homer look like he's crapping one long turd after another. Every time he tried to thrust in, he would yell, "Yibambe!" Wakandan pose and all; his hips did all the action. If you're wondering how massive his cock was, take note T'Challa had to pull back his ass into a twerk pose just to prepare himself for another thrust, spreading his cheeks as he bent and showed off his asshole, which was white because it had vitiligo.
Meanwhile, to think Fred would do something about the assault by now, but that thought was totally absent in the caveman's mind; who had hands wrapped around his penis, pleasuring that paleontological length. "Yubba-Dabba-Doo! I'm having a gay old time!" Fred was amazed at how deep T'Challa went, that's gotta be bedrock deep.
It took only a few moments to overload Fred with severe primordial lust, and to gain relief he requires an outlet for it. He started by segwaying around Homer and facing his blushing gay face. Then, he aimed his ballsack directly at Homer's open mouth. "Time to drop the bucket down the well!" He guffawed shortly after he let go of his teabag, hearing it whistle on its way down the throat before ending its fall with a splash.
"Gulp!" Homer swallowed Fred's Flintstone fruity pebbles.
"Bet that rocks your whole mouth, right Homer?!" Fred got jokes. Gut acid went to work on his nuts straight away, gnawing and stimulating him further while he jacked off.
Somehow, Black Panther was getting close, all he needed was one more power thrust and that would be it. He heaved his whole body backwards, and with a shaky thrust he plowed his cock up whole. The ebony dick pushed Homer's stool up the guts like a game of pool. "There goes the cue ball!" That ball of shit would afterwards splat into Fred's nuts with a painful clang!
"YOWWWW!" Fred withdrew his balls out to tend the ache of the hurt jizz orbs. He noticed they were no longer the fruity pebbles he knew since it was all covered in feces, "Damn! Talk about Cocoa pebbles!"
Then, T'Challa turned Homer's septic poo pipe into an oasis of white semen as he washed the colon with his African wad, "Wakanda Forevah!!!"
Fred soon followed with his own kidney stone-infested nut, shooting it right on Homer's forehead and mouth. "Yes! Not a single drop! Flintstones chewables boost your immunity!"
After chewing and swallowing it all down, Homer stood up, his inflamed asshole got semen drippin' out like gushers meatballs. "Alright, T'Challa! you got your valuables... now fuck off! Scat! Blow!"
"Nah Fam!" T'Challa responded, "I'm taking the caveman with me to Wakanda..."
"Wait what!?"
The Wakandan then explain his reasonings; why Fred Flintstone should be brought to Wakanda. It was then that Homer learned basic history; such as the fact that cavemen are evolved species of extinct monkeys that originated from Africa. So hypothetically, Fred Flintstone is a part of African history and a property of Black culture, and if Homer rejects the exchange, he will be portrayed as yet another evil white man who has stolen from Black people. Homer didn't like being cancelled, so he gave up his friend without thought.
Homer's company is dragged along in the boat's gush as it gradually recedes into the distance. He cried alone for days while curled up in the fetal position, paying no attention to the storms and sharks that put his voyage in peril. Every night, Fred would appear in his dreams, haunting him with his guilt. When his isolation finally took a toll on him, he made the decision to go get his friend back. But he needed assistance... assistance from Wakandan's arch nemesis. No, it's not the Whites, but instead the Atlantians! Homer held his breath before jumping into the ocean.