Rasmus Brunk
I think it was probably just before midnight when I decided it was time to leave. It was Friday night, so of course there was a party, but I went to a bar instead with some friends from my old high school wrestling team. Two of us were going to the community college, including myself. The rest were all becoming 'local losers'; the type of guys we all mocked just a few years ago. I knew two of them were still dating high school students, and one of them got a job at my grandfather's place, the lumberyard. We all talked about leaving town and had talked about it ever since we started high school, but I don't think many of them will make it.
I used to think I didn't really want to leave, but maybe I do, now. I was rocking a glass back and forth, staring at the empty pitcher and wondering where I would go if I didn't take a job at the lumber and hardware store, when Nick, the only other guy going to college, elbowed me in the ribs. 'Hey Ras,' he said, knocking one of my long, straight horns with his curled ram's horn. 'What's so interesting about an empty pitcher? I'd rather stare at a full one!'
Some of the guys laughed, and went back to what they had been discussing before; apparently who was banging who. That opened a door on more things I used to be sure about, but wasn't now. I didn't want to have to make up sexual exploits for when it was my turn to talk, so it was time to go. I like these guys, they're my friends, but telling them the truth about what I'd been up to lately just didn't seem right. It wasn't the right time.
'Sorry, Nick, I think I've had plenty, I'm driving back home.' I stood up and wobbled a little. I hit the tall, narrow table at the sports bar and it shook, almost spilling Nick's drink, which made us all laugh again. I'm a big bull, 6 foot 10 and still in the best shape I've ever been. Last year all of us here went to the state finals in wrestling, some of us were out for track too. I wouldn't stay in that shape if I came here every day, like some of the old crew had been doing. A few of them were sporting huge guts already.
I wasn't too drunk to drive (though I know some folk say any at all is too much). Unfortunately I wasn't drunk enough to avoid thinking about how I was fucking up my life; or rather, whether I was fucking up my life. When I said I was going home, I really wasn't. I had been thrown out. Another addition to the pile of things I didn't really want to talk about with the guys. I think Nick probably knows, and Jake the deer since he's the one who works at the family store. They don't talk about it, though.
Don's place is closer. I would have walked if I still lived there. That's where it all started going to hell. Don's a short horse who finished school a year or two ago; I think he's five or six years older than me. He seemed to know everything. I met him after I put in an ad in a paper for...well, for fags. I wanted to hook up with someone, someone who wouldn't know anyone I knew and who I could keep things quiet with while I figured some things out. I've never really wanted more from a guy than a good time.
Don was so nice, at first. I rubbed my nose, across the white stripe down the front of my otherwise black-furred head, and sighed. Fucking dumbass I was. He followed me home and got me in trouble by causing a scene in front of my older brother and my dad, grabbing my cock through my pants and nibbling my ear. I should've dropped him there, but that wouldn't have explained why the hell he was doing that, or why he said 'Remember this?' I did remember it, and I guess I thought I cared about him.
To make a long story short, I had to move in with him. Where else would I go? I haven't talked to my dad yet, but I'm going to run out of cash soon. I've got things under control, but I like having my own cash. The guy I'm living with now wouldn't give me money to go out with the guys like this; though I'm not positive about that.
He's a strange one. Professor Hauke von Fredricks is his name, and he's my math teacher. I think Don had this weird idea that he was going to show me off to the professor, I don't really know how that dipshit thinks. It doesn't matter now. Again, to make a long story short, now I live with the professor, who used to be with Don, but they didn't exactly break up. It's bizarre. Maybe it'd make sense if I talked to him about it, but I really haven't wanted to bring Don up.
I get the feeling that the Prof enjoys looking at me, and he would love it if he and I would get it on, but he doesn't ask for it. I wonder how long I can keep living there before he gets tired of being held at arm's length. When I pulled up to his place, now my place, about 20 minutes later, I decided that if he was still up, I'd think about it.
Of course, he was up; he was in his study, a big room with a lot of prefab shelves holding books, including of copies of all the books I bought for myself last semester and this. He was at a long desk that I think he got from the school somehow, and there were two lamps over him. One was so he could read, and it looked like he was reading and writing on papers students had given him, and the other was really hot, a heat lamp.
He's the only lizard I've ever met. He says he's a 'Black and White Tegu', and he's definitely black and white. He's covered with little scales everywhere on his body, sort of colored with stripes of black and white but it's a lot more 'splotchy'. I saw him naked on the day I met him, it didn't look like he had anything, as if he was a doll: no nipples, no balls, no cock, nothing. He's kind of like a bird; I've seen some of them naked. He's not as tall as I am, but he's really long. I bet he's within 50 lbs of me because of his tail.
He saw me come in, smiled, and went back to what he was doing. 'Now or never,' I thought to myself, and walked up behind him, straddling his tail, and rested my hands on his shoulders. I think that's the first time I touched him since the day we met.
This was kind of awkward to do. The professor has some strange furniture. Mostly due to his tail, he can't really sit down in normal chairs; the hole in back for tails is just too small for his most of the time, and he can't even really sit on his own tail, like I can. So he leans forward on what amounts to a plank, like a big triangle: he settles down on it and rests his chest on the upper end, and reaches up to do whatever he's up to. Some of them can be plugged in, and they're heated. The chairs in the offices at school are swivel-chairs with backs on them. He sits on those backwards, leaning his chest up against the back. It makes sense, really.
'Well!' He sat up a little more, turned his head, looking at me. 'Have fun at the bar?'
I rubbed his shoulders lightly, and nodded. 'Yup, had a few with some guys I haven't seen for a while.' He was wearing a really thin sheet, kind of like a toga, for a robe. The first thing he does when he gets home is strip, roll around in some sand and gravel in a pit he keeps in his bedroom under another heat lamp (of course), and then he wears the toga-robe for the rest of the evening.
I slipped my fingers inside the toga and rubbed deeper, down his back, across his spine, and carefully lowered myself on top of him, so we were both on this chair, me on his back. I rubbed right behind the little holes on either side of his head that he has instead of ears, and he muttered something about 'Just one more minute, let me finish this.' He scribbled something on the paper, and I craned my neck over to read it, carefully bumping the back of his head with my horn's tip and moved my head slowly to scratch up there.
It was papers from my class. This wasn't my night for avoiding uncomfortable topics. As I said, he's my math professor, and I'm not doing well in his class. I thought that I was going to sleep my way to the top of the class, but he made it clear that he doesn't do things that way. He started giving me lectures at home, which amounts to making my school day longer by 4 hours per week, and he asked for my schedule of classes. The next day he had a pile of books laid out for me, instructor editions for all of my courses. So I guess I'm here to sleep my way into getting a lot of help? It's hard to figure out what he's thinking.
'Did you turn your work in, Mr. Brunk?' he asked and started thumbing through the unmarked papers. 'I haven't run across it yet.'
Predators always seemed to zone in on your weak points; but I thought I could stall him. I undid the little clasp that keeps his toga wrapped up, on his shoulder. 'I had some questions about it that I wanted to ask, but there are other things I wanted to ask you too ... about other stuff.'
His tail moved a little, between my legs, and he sorted up the papers and put the pen aside. 'Want to talk in here?'
I chuckled, and he did too; a deep sound. It made me feel warm to hear him laugh. 'No, I guess not. I hope I'm not too heavy for you, Prof.' I slid off of his scaled back, and on impulse, wrapped my arms under his belly and picked him up. He made a surprised little 'huff', and then chuckled again. His tail wrapped halfway around my side, and he tucked his feet in close to his body. 'You're in the driver's seat, Rasmus. Just don't trip on the robe.' His toga was dangling down to the floor, so I stood on it and sort of bounced him a few times in my arms until it was all on the floor, and then carried him into his room.
It was the master bedroom, the biggest of the four bedrooms in the house. It really was a neat house: spacious, two stories, but a little run-down. I had claimed the smallest of all of the bedrooms, in the other side of the house. I swung the big lizard back and forth a few times, and asked 'Ready?' before tossing him on his back, onto the bed.
He landed, bounced once, and smiled. 'Quite the ride, thank you. I hadn't realized your strength, Rasmus.' He always calls me by my full name, though I usually go by 'Ras'. Just one of those things.
I crawled up on the bed next to him, and noticed it was warmed from underneath. I was dark but not totally, due to another heat lamp shaped like a radar dish, oscillating back and forth across the length of the bed. 'So,' I started, settling my hand on his scaled chest. 'I didn't really get a good look at you while Don was ... while we were with Don. I saw your cock but he said something about you having two?'
He settled his clawed hand on mine, and squeezed it. 'It's true. They're called hemipenes, that's the technical term. And there are two. I use one at a time, usually--but if you're persistent, you can coax them both out.'
It sounded like an invitation, and I was curious about it, so I reached down and felt for his vent. It's not hard to spot when he's naked, but it's subtle all the same. I turned and looked in the dim light afforded by the heat lamp, and slipped my fingers inside. It's a slit that goes horizontally across his lower gut. It's like a little pouch.
Inside, he was totally soft. It was soft, but not too warm, like reaching into a velvet pocket. One of his hemipenes was growing from the side of the inner wall, there, and it slid right into my hand, across my palm, and poked out of the slit. 'That's the major,' Hauke hissed softly, and huffed, a sharp exhale he made when he was amused. 'I call the other one 'minor'.
'Instead of 'lefty' and 'righty'?' I smiled and squeezed the handful I had. He wasn't really all that big; definitely not as big as I am, or Don, but then again, Don and I are part of a group that is stereotyped as being well-hung.
I slipped my hand in deeper, almost to the wrist, which made him moan and arch his back, pressing down against the bed with his tail. I felt around for the other organ, and there it was: small, tucked against the side of the pocket. I tickled it, running my fingers from the base to the end, and it responded slowly. The other one, 'major', was out and at full size next to my wrist. I scooted around and sat across his tail, holding one of his cocks, while I finished teasing out the second.
He watched me the whole time, occasionally making that huff, and hissed my name 'Oh, Rasssmusss.' His hind feet seemed to wander, when my elbow or forearm got close enough to them, he would try to scratch through my fur with his nails, and his thick tail slowly moved back and forth under me, rubbing against my balls and the bottom of my sheath.
'Can I take you?' I whispered it, looking down at his vent, stretched open by the pair of cocks pointing off at different angles, as he lay on his back with his shoulders against the headboard, his hands on either side next to him on the bed. I leaned forward and slowly exhaled across the heads of his cocks. They looked almost black in the red light from the heat lamp, a solid color against the light and dark patches and stripes on his belly.
He pressed up against my balls with his tail again, and rumbled. 'I'm available to you,' he hissed, and his head bobbed a few times. 'Anytime you like. I hope that sometime you'd do me the favor of allowing me inside of you.'
It's convenient being a bull sometimes. We have what amounts to a constant hard on, kept stiff by anatomical arrangements in the shaft. It just slides forward and out when we're ready. That's why a lot of the older families who live in rural areas tend to form herds, one bull and several cows. I'd like a harem like that sometime, my dad has one...but back to the matter at hand.
I felt out his vent, squeezing his two shafts and pressing them flat against him, using them as little levers to widen the opening. He moaned and again made with the tail motion, his rough hide against my hairless sac. My cock was out and ready to go, but it seemed it would be a tight fit, and dry to boot.
So, I moved backwards down his tail, sliding down to park my face at his midsection, and slowly licked across both of his shafts and the vent. He reached down and held onto my horns, pushing on them to try to make me press my whole muzzle against his vent. I gave his cocks a few more brushes, then concentrated on getting the edges of his vent as wet and slick as I could using a little spit.
He kept up with the pressure on my horns, eager to feel my nose and mouth and tongue down there. His feet were finally able to latch onto something, parking themselves on my sides, above my hips; he began to slowly move his feet back and forth, the claws combing through my fur and digging into my flesh, gently at first. If he kept it up, he'd leave gashes along the same routes, traced over and over and over again.
But, I got his vent lubricated to a point where I was sure it would be enough. I slid forward, and his feet lost their place on me. To be safe, I trapped them against his tail with my own thighs, hugging his tail and legs between them as I positioned myself to slide inside.
The hold on my horns continued, but it was a lighter touch. He was allowing me to get to a good spot. I carefully poked inside, trying to angle myself to find which direction to slide in deeper; I wasn't sure if I should just go straight in, or try to angle upwards toward his stomach and chest, or down toward his tail. After a few false starts and uncomfortable hisses from him, I finally found the way and was able to go in so far that my stomach and his were flat against each other, with no space between, save for that space made by his hemipenes. They were pinned between us, and throbbed once in a while.
Once I was inside, his hold on my horns got tight again. My head was about level with his, so he was holding my muzzle close to the side of his head. He opened his mouth, and started licking alongside one of my ears, teasing the inside with his forked tongue.
It tickled; I snorted and chuckled, trying to move my head, but his hold was too strong. He stopped licking and very gently closed his jaws on my ear, nibbling. This was almost like doing a chick, being face to face; it was a strange quirk of his anatomy. I wondered what other positions he could do. We were off to a good start, so maybe during the course of my stay, I'd find out.
I kept myself buried deep inside and unmoving for quite a while, as he nibbled and licked at my ear. His grip on my horns relaxed, and he started poking the tip of his claws against the bases, where they erupt from my head in a little ring of tough skin.
Taking a deep breath and then slowly exhaling through my nose, I started to work on him. I pulled almost all the way out, and waited for the walls of the passage inside to return to their original shape before I started to push my way back inside. Hauke groaned and let go of my ear. His tail started to move from side to side, making it hard for me to keep his feet pinned to his body, but I managed. My cock returned to its original depth, and I started lifting my upper body off of the lizard, resting my hands on either side of his head.
He looked up at me, letting go of my horns. He smiled and flicked his tongue at me. It was long enough to reach my chin, just barely tagging me there. I smiled back at him and rumbled, almost a soft moo, and started humping him. Pulling out from his slit, pushing back inside between his two cocks and jamming myself as deep as I could at this angle, I tilted my head back and looked toward the ceiling and screwed the Prof as hard as I could. The bed shook and rocked, the professor hissed and started panting, reaching for my arms and holding my biceps, digging in with his claws. The pleasure of it all was rushing to me, making me want to finish it, but I held back.
We were finally together, on his bed, me deep inside him. I found that I wanted it since I had moved in there, and I know he did too. I wanted it to last, the first time together with him. I slowed down, leaning forward and brushing my nose against his broad snout.
He opened his mouth after the first pass of my muzzle, and closed his jaws gently around my nose and chin. I held still as his forked tongue probed around my nostrils, across my lips, the whiskery hairs on either side of my face. I started thrusting into him again as his jaws kept my head still.
The odd mix of the postures struck me. I was on him, taking him, dominating him; but his jaws on my snout were holding me tight, and the smell of his breath was unmistakably carnivorous. Not bad, but somehow inherently dangerous. It was exciting.
My makeshift job of lubricating the lips of his vent was wearing off, but I was leaking pre-cum, and so was he, I think. I was feeling pressure building again, but I backed off, looking into his eyes over the brim of his snout. Reaching down, my hands encountered slick bits of the pre, and I spread them around my shaft and his vent as best I could. He looked back at me and exhaled slowly through his nose, puffing air against my eyes and forehead.
I closed my eyes, and started fucking him again, hard. I knew this was going to be it; I wouldn't pull back from the edge this time. He let go of my muzzle and turned his head, pressing his scaly cheek to my furry one, his nose just under my horn, his mouth near my ear, just as it was when I first entered him.
Halfway out, then slam back in, over and over and over. He bit my ear harder, moaning and moving his tail and feet around, struggling against the lock I had with my own legs around his hindquarters. The smell of him next to me, the small choked grunt he would make at the end of every stroke inside him, my own panting breath near his ear--all these things let to the inevitable.
I pressed down into him as hard as I could, my balls squeezed between his scaled tail and my own body. He moaned something that sounded like 'the heat' and clung to me as I began shooting into him, clenching my thighs and squeezing him with my arms along with the throbbing pulse in my cock and hips.
I lay on top of him and sighed slowly, feeling good. It was more than the pleasure of the moment; it was a wonderful new beginning. It felt different and more comfortable than it ever had before, resting on top of him, slowly withdrawing from inside of him.
He stroked my forehead as his breathing also slowed, and I was almost asleep when he hissed 'Rasmus, you're heavy.'
I grinned and rolled off of him with a grunt. 'Sorry, Prof.' His tail slowly wound its way under my knees, then lay across my shins, and he set his clawed hand on my belly, slowly moving it back and forth, up and down. His tongue flicked out against the side of my muzzle once in a while, and finally he spoke. 'Do you feel like allowing me to have a go? I had such a close look at what you've got back there on the day we met, but the time wasn't really right to help myself then.'
I reached over and stroked his chest; he responded by squeezing my legs with his tail. 'Yes,' I said, edging my horn alongside the top of his head, and tilting my neck to press with it against him. 'Yes, you can.' I felt along his scaled belly and found both of his organs still up and ready. 'Do you have a favorite? The one you call major?' I felt them both, and then held the one closest to me, rubbing the top with my thumb. It was smooth, though sort of 'J' or 'L' shaped, a curve at the end that angled toward the center of his body.
'Well, usually it depends on what side I'm on when I curl my tail around underneath my partner's tail. But I saw you take large things, Rasmus. I think you could take both of them at the same time. I know neither one alone is as large as yours is, but together they may create a pleasurable stretch for you.'
I think my jaw dropped, and I grinned. 'Sure, Hauke. I'm not really all that into large things, I think you got the wrong impression. But you've got me curious.' I sat up, leaning over the lizard, and gathered his hemipenes together in my hands, judging what size they made together, as he had suggested.
The professor groaned softly, and he straightened his legs. 'Squeeze them hard,' he said, rubbing my side and back with his claw. So I did, compressing them in one hand while I rubbed their tops with the palm of my other hand. They were still leaking pre and there were traces of my own cum around there, since it's all in one spot, for him. There was more than enough around to lubricate myself, and I decided I'd need it, judging from the handful I had.
He figured out what I was up to, and rested his claw on my wrist. 'Don't worry; I've got some on hand. There's no need to scrape around for leavings to make you slick enough.' He had some shelves built into the side of the bed; later when I had a closer look at his stuff, when I started bringing in materials to improve the house, I saw that the thermostat for the bed was in one of those little compartments, along with some interesting toys of his. He pulled out a small tube, and played with it for a while. 'Would you prefer to lower yourself onto me, Rasmus, or would you like me to take you while you're on all fours?'
I gave the pair one last squeeze, then let go. 'I've spent enough time over you tonight, I think.' I got on my hands and knees, facing away from him, off toward the lamp. I watched it slowly move back and forth as I felt the rough claws of my instructor spreading whatever thick gel he liked to use over my hole. Thankfully he didn't use the tips of his claws to poke inside, he used the end of his knuckle, spreading me open just a little and smearing the lubricant there.
He climbed on me, resting his chest on my back, and I heard him spreading more of it onto his shafts, one at a time. 'I haven't done this often,' he said. 'It sometimes takes a while, the two shafts are...how shall we put this; independently wired? If you get sore before I manage to have both orgasms, let me know.'
'Wha-what? Both? Damn, Prof. That gives me ideas. Have you ever been with two at once?' I spread my legs a little wider, and grunted under his weight as he climbed all the way up. He's pretty heavy; I let my front end down a bit, and let my head rest on the bed, my chin on a pillow.
'Oh yes,' he said, and I felt him reaching down to hold his cocks together to make one penetrating shaft from them. He stayed quiet until both of the heads were lined up against my ring, held together by his hand. 'I think, though, that every other time it's been two different partners pleasuring me orally. It's also only taken place in my office. This will be a first.'
Hauke set one hand around my waist; one of his feet was on the bed, near my leg, and I'm not sure where his other foot was. Most of his weight was either on me or being supported by his tail, which was pressed against the bed behind us, near the headboard. He started pushing his way in, and once the heads of his organs were inside me, he let go of them and held my balls gently.
The lubricant really helped. It was hard going, I moaned for him to slow down several times on his way. He'd stop, but not pull out. It was a patient waiting game, letting me get used to the stretch back there.
Every time I'd moan or sigh, his attentive hands would feel my stomach and chest, and I'd feel his tongue touch one of my ears gently. When he was deep enough so that he needed to move forward, his tail curled around one of my legs, and he sort of draped himself along my back; one leg was down on the bed between my legs, the other was sort of up in the air, along my hip.
He finally buried both of them in me, and I felt his scaly thigh against my smooth, sensitive balls, brushing there as he poked in and pulled out a bit. It made me feel fuller than anything else, ever. Once the hemipenes were inside, they followed their tendency to spread out, pointing in different directions. My ring held them together in the early stages, but now that they were in so deep, they were poking me in two different spots.
The lizard backed away an inch or two, and after a pause, slowly pushed his way back. He fit up snugly against my backside, and his claws scratched into my chest. I think I whined something, muttering about 'Double barreled lover!' or something; it seemed sexier at the time. I really couldn't concentrate, because of the width. It was hard to think of anything else.
When he pulled backwards, it strained my ring because it had to clench harder, resisting the angle of the cocks; when he pushed in they'd spread out and stretch my whole rectum. Just imagining it now, talking about it, makes me want to take a drive back home and go at it again.
I just held onto the pillow in front of me and gritted my teeth, grunting every time he plowed into me, wincing when he pulled back and sucking in whatever breath I could. He would sometimes groan or grunt softly, rumbling every once in a while to pause. 'You know, Rasmus--you're so warm, your back, your insides...I'd like to shut off the lamp and bed, and just have you sleep here with me, to keep me warm.'
As he was saying that, I could feel something trickling down along my crack, spilling deep inside, and then a shot against my innards. He had pressed up close, hugging my chest, and in this afterglow, he continued. 'Do you want the rest?'
My chin on the pillow, my hands in front of my face; I remember seeing them briefly in the dim light as the lamp faced me, then turned away. I think I mooed, shifting my feet. 'Yes.'
And so he kept going. At least one of them was shrinking, getting a little less rigid inside. After the intense feeling of the double erection inside me, it was almost relaxing, a slower-paced, easier to handle sensation, and I started to enjoy it also: different portions of this mating had different benefits, different pleasures.
His second orgasm was a gentle one, he merely paused on my back and gripped me tightly around my waist, and his claws stumbled across my nipples for the first time. He rumbled softly as he rubbed them between his thumbs and fore claws, his seed leaking from his slit into my butt, the organ bridging the gap invisible to the outside. Hauke hissed, but I don't think there were any words to it; just a noise, satisfaction.
Staring out across the room, sometimes able to see from the heat lamp and sometimes not, feeling my math teacher's subsiding orgasm and shrinking erection inside my ass, his weight on my back and his tail curled around my leg; it made me laugh to myself, and maybe almost out loud. Fucking up my life, was I? This was a good start to something else.