After hours
After Hours
A story about a Brontosaur who was down and a human who invited him to drink with him.
It was a hot summer night in the city still nothing slowed down from the heat. With the sidewalks still blazing hot from the day, a few inhabitants scurried about in hopes of finding a spot to cool off from the heat. Many were heading home and others were out to join the nightlife in the bars and clubs that were the islands in the heat of the night. One such person was on his way home from his daytime job and wanted a break from this heat. On the sidewalks, his shoes felt the brunt of the furry that the heat had baked the dry concrete. A sidewalk sign pointed towards his favorite waterhole during the summer.
As he stopped out in front, he peered in to see a rather large crowd in a normally quite place. He gave the place a quick look to see if he could see a open spot close to the bar, with luck a large group decided to brave the heat and headed out. They made their way past him as Jack caught the door as he walked in. The cold air hit him, but it was good feeling since he was sweating and the air soothed his lungs as he inhaled. More creatures left as he looked for a stool to sit down and let his shoes cool down from his outside adventures. The bartender, a gruff looking bear waddled down to where Jack sat."What ya have?"
"I'll take a nice cold beer if you don't mind. Anything to beat back this heat and my thirst" Jack put a twenty on the rail as the bear smirked and bent down to open the cooler door. "At some point this heat should be done" The bear spoke as he popped the top off the bottle. "Weatherman said it's going to be here all week so might as well deal with it."
"Easy for you to say buddy since you don't have to worry about a fur coat"
"Well, you can shave it off"
The bear shot him a irty look " I don't think so" And with that he moved on down to another customer.
Jack sat there sipping his beer as the day slid away and a relaxed feeling began to set it. He was a rather large human. Everything was big, his height, his arms, and most of all his thirst. Gulping down the last swallow of beer, he sat back and let out a sigh. Wishing some one would sit be him so he could strike up a conversion about anything. Pushing his bottle toward the edge of the rail the bartender walked on down and took the bottle off and replaced it with a fresh one. When someone came in he could feel the blast of heat and the humid air rush into to try to escape the heat as well. Jack looked around to see if there were any loners out, the ones without some one to talk to or just out to wash away troubles of the day. His gaze landed on a corner of the bar were sat a big brontosaur swirling a large glass of ice and soda, not looking around or watching the t.v with the weatherman on talking about the heat. Jack took out his cell phone and checked to see if he had missed any calls and flipped it open to check. He slid it back into his shirt pocket and took another swig of his beer, still eyeing the bronto at the corner. More and more customers left for home or other places to rest as they made their journey into the heat.
Jack noticed that the bronto wasn't the normal color, he had more of a greenish hue but had brown arms and hands but his upper torso had green hues to it. He seemed to be swirling his drink trying to forget or remember something, or just out of sheer boredom. Jack made his mind up since most of the others were chatting or playing pool or some other bar entertainment. Jack slid off the stool and made his made down towards his target. He sat down unnoticed by the bronto, which was still swirling his drink as the ice cubes clinked and rattled in the glass. Jack fired the first shot....
"So when do you think summer will get here?"
The bronto snapped his head towards Jack.
"Tomorrow" he said, then returned to looking down at his drink and began to swirl it once more.
"Looks like you got a mixed drink but you really mixing it up pretty good. So what are you going to do when your ice cubes melt"? Jack flashed a smile as he leaned back and spun the bar stool to face the bronto.
"Finnish off the remains and cut and run I guess..."
Finally, the bronto took a drink and down the drink went cubes and all. He was looking at the door as he began to get up.
"Mind if I buy a round of what you are drinking"? Jack waved for the bartender to come down here. The bronto froze as he was stuck to the stool, he thought for a second and sat back down.
"Sure I'll have whiskey and coke with a lemon" As he sat back down the stool groaned and creaked.
"Sure sounds good to me. I need a good mixer myself to mellow out more".
The bartender leaned on the bar and propped his head on his elbow. "What can I get you guys"?
"I'll take double whiskey and coke. Make it strong and a slice of lemon".
The bear slid his arm off the bar, and walked down the bar and begun to mix the drinks. Time for some small talk Jack thought to himself.
"Never seen you down here before, By the way my name is Jack." As he stuck out his hand and the bronto looked him over quickly, and took his hand and shook it.
"Mack, and I go downtown to the clubs more then anywhere else".
They shook and both had strong arms and huge forearms, which flexed with the handshake. Jack noticed that Mack had great tone and size even for a brontosaur. They looked each other over as if they were sizing each for a fight or a race. Jack noticed that Mack had shorts and a tank top, which did little to cover his chest. His eyes drifted further down a noticed the shorts had a very floral pattern to them. Mack did the same as he looked Jack over, his eye went right to the pants Jack wore which were torn and faded with boots on his feet. His shirt was dirty and soaked with sweat.
"I got off of work about an hour or so ago, sucks working outside in this heat".
Mack saw the bartender coming with their drinks.
"Same here I work in a nice big office building about 6 blocks from here".
The bear put the drinks on some coasters and slid them in front of them. He took what he needed for the drinks and went back to his spot talking to another customer.
"You must work up at the bank then. That's the only place that I know of around here I live just down the block on 3rd and Main."
Jack took his drink and took a drink. Mack smiled, "Well, you must live very close to me then I live on 4th and Main right on the corner of 3rd".
Jack laughed as he set his drink back down and leaned closer to Mack "Wow, no shit I never seen you out and about".
Mack's weak smile vanished as fast as it came. He took a drink and felt the whisky bite his tongue, "Tad strong on whiskey".
Jack noticed something that was bothering him, wanted to find out more, and began to probe.
"What's got you down and out about, besides the heat. It is Friday after all"? That made Mack even glummer, he folded his arms on the bar and rested his head on them. He looked over at Jack and didn't want to tell him, but he felt what else could go wrong.
"My date backed out on me for third time this week. He said he had other things to do other then to hang out with me."
Mack waited for a reaction from Jack.
"That's damn wrong any way you look at it, and if you ask me that's a pretty lame reason as well to back out".
Mack couldn't believe what he just heard, most would just say right and off they run.
"Maybe another drink and that trouble will be washed away and you can enjoy your weekend, don't dwell on it too much". Jack looked him right in the eyes as he said that.
A smile formed from one end of Mack's snout to the other.
"Best thing I heard all day so far least you didn't freak out cause I like males".
Jack leaned closer to him and spoke in lower tone.
"Been down that road a few times myself it doesn't bother me much anymore. Many just want a quick friend and week or two later your shit to them, just another passing thing".
Jack patted him on the shoulder and rubbed it.
"Don't worry another sip of your drink and he'll be gone like a bad idea".
More small talk and more drinks followed until they both had their fill for the night. With Jack down to his last few dollars, he asked if Mack wanted to head for home. So they both drank up what was left and made their way towards to the door pausing to ready themselves for the blast of heat before stepping out into the night. Mack lead the way as they headed for home at a slow walk as the night air began to cool. The street lights glinted off Mack as the sweat beaded and ran down onto his shirt, Jack wasn't looking too good himself as the wet spots reappeared on his shirt and jeans. The wind began to blow and the breeze felt good since it helped to cool off the two midnight walkers. Jack was the first to break the silence.
"Feeling any better about yourself yet"?
Mack looked at Jack and nodded.
"Yeah to a point but I've walked down this road a thousand times and know where it leads, I wish someone would guide me to another path to walk other then this one alone".
Jack had to think for a second about that.
"Well if we take a right here and take this road here it will end in the park with a fountain we could toss the left over change I have into it. Maybe something will happen for the good.."
The fountain had few benches placed around it with a light or two overhead. Mack sat down a leaned back on the bench. Jack walked up to the fountain and took out a penny, and gave it a flip into the water. He tilted his head back and smiled, and then began to walk back to the bench where Mack sat.
"What did you wish for"?
Jack stretched out his arms, "Well one part was for this heat to end and the other is for the hope of not working tomorrow".
Jack looked at Mack, and reached in his pocket and pulled out a quarter. "Here give it a toss maybe you might get a lucky wish".
Mack stood up and walked over to the fountain and closed his eyes, and flipped the coin with his thumb into the water. "I wish for someone to be honest and trustworthy and not hide things and look into me rather then just the outside. Look past the flesh and more into me".
He let his arms fall to his side and let out a long sigh. "Luckily I gave you a quarter all that stuff you might have had to pay in more if I gave you a penny".
They sat there listening to water bubble and trickle down the fountain. Mack gazed over at Jack who was adjusting his soaked shirt, which clung to his back and chest.
"Man this sure does suck being soaked and the sad part, it's sweat and grime and all that good stuff that tends to make a person feel dirty."
Mack arched his back and gave his shorts a tug to loosen them off his backside and legs. He looked over at Jack, "How about we head home for the night"?
Jack stood up and gave his shirt and jeans a quick adjustment, and gave a thumb up to Mack. "Yeah in a few more minutes".
He sat back down and began to look over Mack in finer detail then before. The thing that caught his eye was that they were almost the same height and build to a point. Mack was built and had a muscle tone, where as Jack had lots of extra stuffing in a few places but still looked good. Another thing that was drawing his eyes was the large bulge in Mack's shorts, he knew that some packed meat down there even for a bronto he was rather large in that area. Before he knew it his eyes locked with Mack's and both just looked deep into each other. It was like a stare down and neither wanted to loose, until Mack looked away. He focused on something off behind Jack, or was he just trying to avoid his gaze?
Jack was trying to dig up something to say but Mack cut him short, "Well lets get down the road we walked before and I shall see you to your house and call it a night".
Jack was stopped in mid thought, "Yeah sure but we don't have to actually call it a night. I just want to get out of this wet pile of threads and get into a nice pair of shorts."
Mack looked at him and slowly shook his head. Thinking that was a pick up line, he slammed himself shut. They began to make there way home in silence only sound was the wind and the rustle of the leaves on the trees they passed. Jack's place was first and they both walked up on the porch and sat down on the steps.
"You know I have a few fine collections of wine and other fine liquors in my basement".
Mack shook his head," To be honest I had a really good time and don't want to spoil it. I've been down this path as well, and it ends up in disappointment every time. And it seems to get worse each time for me, and I'm almost to a breaking point where I meet someone and they go home with me or I go with them and then it comes to the fun part and either they chicken out or end up biting off more then they can chew. I'm great eye candy and all but as for anything else, I end doing it myself. Just save yourself the trouble and me the blue balls".
Jack was sitting there dumbfounded, he had to think where this came from. Then it struck him, it was the comment he made about the shorts. He began to snicker and soon began to chuckle.
Just then, Mack shot him a look that could kill, "Care to enlighten me with humor about something"?
"Yes I'm not trying to pick you up for a quick roll in the sack but for late night company".
Mack closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, "That had been the most stupid thing I could have said to anyone. I guess I was wrong..."
Before he could say anything else Jack cut him off, "And if you want to go further then just talking be my guest if you feel at any point your not liking something or have doubts just stop and I'll see you tomorrow at 10 same place same bar. It's your choice and my door is open for you anytime."
Jack knew that was going to send Mack for a loop. "Deal sounds like a plan, so let's check out what you got. I not too worried about anything at this point of the night"
Mack was going to try this but he was still weary about failure.
"I'm going to change out and I'll be back down in a few minutes. Make your self at home."
Jack headed up stairs to change. Mack sat down on a couch that was near the living room and thought about what Jack offered. Maybe this was it, maybe this time he might get something more out this just a handjob. He gave it a though, and then he made his mind up. Off came the shirt and then his shorts. He propped himself on elbow and waited for Jack to come down. He looked himself over and noticed he was semi hard and his nuts looked rather full and ready to burst from his sack. His cock hung over his well-muscled thigh and let a few drops of precum drip from the tip as he waited. Jack was rounding the top railing when he saw Mack lying nude on his couch. Almost missing the first step, he came down and stood in front of Mack in his bathrobe. "I see you made yourself at home But this is very good, sorry it's was washday and I don't have anything else to change into".
Mack sat up and Jack sat down beside him.
"Boy I figured you were hung but damn, that looks like to be about fourteen inches of meat and two pounds each for your balls. No wonder why you scare a lot of those others off".
Mack took his cock and gave it a few strokes and gave his balls a fondle.
"I see your not thirsty but rather playful so what do you care to do? I'm wide open for ideas and suggestions."
Jack stood up and crossed his arms. "Loose you robe and stand close to me. I hope you know what your doing".
Jack let the robe fall away as he did Mack sniffed his cock, took the scent in deep, and gave it a tentative lick. Mack loved the salt taste and let it linger before licking it once more.
"Turn around and kneel on the couch I want to get a good look at your back side".
Jack did as he was told to and knelt on the couch, and Mack stood up and kneeled behind him. He rubbed each ass check with love and care and then parted them to reveal what was going to get his cock. He placed a finger on the pucker and slowly pushed it in.
"If your going to do that you might want to get some lube or something to make the ride a bit more wet".
Mack took the finger out and spread Jack's ass open more then he began to lick each cheek, working his closer and closer to the pucker. Jack looked back and asked, "I got lube if you want to ride but I don't like it dry myself I can run..."
Just then, his tongue hit the pucker and Jack let out a moan. Mack lapped at it like a kitten with fresh milk. With the hole wetted he slid a finger back in then added another until he had three in there. He pressed his tongue in far as he could and left it there moving it all around. Jack enjoyed every second of it, but he wanted to do something for himself too.
"My turn!" Jack looked back at Mack, seeing him still eating away at his ass.
"Ok what do you want to do"? Mack stood up and licked his snout.
"Sit down, and spread you legs so can admire the thick cock of yours, I want to see what it can do"
Jack knelt down and waited for Mack to be seated and spread his legs. Jack took a hold of the meat, Jack never had a chance to play with a bronto cock before. It felt like leather and had some heft to it, but yet it felt spongy and firm at the same time. Making long strokes and feeling the skin move and stretch with each stroke made his mouth water. He lightly sucked the tip and was given a taste of precum, Mack moaned. The cock began to fill out and thicken to Jack's delight, it looked like a thick human cock but it had more of a head on it. With both hands now working the shaft, Mack's legs twitched and kicked with each long stroke. He had some difficulty getting the head in so he was just nursing the tip for the salty treats. Mack cock was hard as it was going to get, Jack sat back to admire his labor on the mighty cock before him Mack was surprised by the skill of Jack on his rather large chunk of flesh. He wanted to go a step further and push things to the limit tonight. Not having any fun for over a month and his balls were screaming to be drained, so he thought of something else he would like to try tonight.
"So I see you can work a cock pretty good, I hope the size isn't an issue as it was for the others".
Jack looked at him and smiled, "No, I think you might like someone as me that knows how to work super sized meat. What else you want to try"?
Mack had to think what else he wanted to do besides eating ass and cock. "I think a little anal fun would be a good idea that is if your up to it."
Jack got up and went up stairs.
"Where are you going?" Mack got up off the couch and walked to the stairs, each step his cock waved and bobbed.
Jack shouted back, "I don't want a mess on the floor so I'm grabbing a towel. I made a mistake the last time I had some fun and the puddle was quite large".
Mack still had his doubts about the whole thing going on but he put that in the back of his mind and waited for Jack to come back down. This was the part where things just stopped, most thought they could take his size but none could. He felt that this was going to flop, like it did all the times before. But he still getting pushed on by the need to release his months worth of agony brewing in his nuts. Only minutes before he had three thick digits in Jack's ass with out a single word or cry of pain. He reviewed that scene in his mind looking for anything he could pick out that would show him the rest of the nights coarse. As he was tossing things back in forth in his head Jack was at the top of the stairs, towel in hand and a tube of lube. Each step Jack to Mack's mind began to run faster and faster deciding if he should end the night on a high note or keep going. Before he knew it, Jack was on the last step his mind had run out of time.
"What are you thinking about"? Jack saw that his friend was thinking or deciding on something that was taking his whole brain to work out.
"Oh nothing.. other then how many times I got this far to be sent home horny and let down and angry at myself".
Jack tossed the towel and lube on the couch as he hugged Mack from behind. "I wouldn't worry about it. If I thought I couldn't do something I wouldn't be doing this".
As Jack finished with his last word, he gave the brontosaur a strong hug and let his hand roam across the chest while his other stroked the massive cock.
Mack spun around and held him close and nuzzled the top of his head, "I hope your right.." Mack pulled him even closer and ran his hands down the backside of Jack. Mack still had doubts but he seemed to play those down more as the seconds and the gropes pasted by. Jack slid down and knelt in front of the bronto, and licked at the nuts that stretched the skin tight with their weight. A few more quick kisses and licks, Jack stood up and got the towel and lube. He spread the towel out and got down on all fours leaning on the steps for support.
"It's your show do what ya like, but just don't impale me in the first push".
Mack got down and took the tube and flipped the cap back, he put a good amount on his cock and another squeeze on Jack's asshole for good measure. He worked the lube on his cock and was anticipating the outcome from past times when he got this far. With his cock in fuck mode he parted the ass placed in front of him and slid a finger in to help push the lube inside to make the ride smooth. His finger sank in without a single peep from Jack. He shuffled closer and begun to line everything up. With his right thumb he lightly pushed on the tip of his cock, at the same time pushing his hips forward. After a few tries he felt it was no use. "I think I'm a bit too big for you. I don't want to hurt you even though you seem sure that you can take me." Jack looked back at him "Get me loose with a good finger fuck. I know that should loosen things up".
Mack sat down and began to finger fuck Jack, after a short few probes, he added a second finger and so on until he had all three in. He took those out and once more tried his cock. Slowly the head sank in, and he pushed more with his hips until he stopped and withdrew his cock. He could feel excitement building in him as he pushed once more into Jacks ass, another two more inches of cock slid in.
"Are you alright? I never had gone this far with anyone!"
He began to fuck Jack slowly and hold back the urge to pound his cock in. Jack didn't speak, so Mack kept on fucking away. With each thrust more and more cock pushed it's way into the humans ass until Mack couldn't get anymore in.
"Ya hit bottom. So you still want to call it a night"? Jack asked Mack.
"I changed my mind with about half my cock in you I'm happy to continue on".
Mack began to increase the length of thrusts and the speed until he was fucking at a good rate. Slurps and squish sounds filled the air as the bronto pounded the smaller human. Mack could feel the upward climb of his climax being so he started to slow down, but to his dismay it made worse with each movement.
"Aw getting close here" Mack huffed out as his lungs were heaving in and out. Jack knew that Mack was close, since his thrusts were becoming more and more erratic. Mack gritted his teeth and was trying to fight back the orgasm building until at last, it burst forth. With each pulse of his cock his nuts jerk and the pent up cum flooded the cock filled ass where it could. On each spasm, he grunted and moaned at the same time pumping his load into Jack. As few last waves washed over him, he fell backwards with a thud. With the dam removed from Jack's ass cum gushed out in a steady stream and soon turned into a drizzle. Jack sat down and spun around on the towel to face the brontosaur who just about died.
"Still having second thoughts?" Jack said to Mack, to who was flat on his back with his chest heaving and cock slowly shrinking.
Between each grunt he said "No, not one bit".
Jack smiled at that remark and scooted with the towel close to his new friend. Mack in the afterglow of the best sex he had so far, rolled on to his side and gave Jack a kiss the best he could as he was still sucking air in gulps. Jack took a hold of the limp, cum covered cock and began to stroke it.
Mack smiled and rolled back on his back, "Nope I am done for the night it came all in one shot". Jack laughed at that.
"So you think your going to make a full recovery by tomorrow night? I was hoping on asking you out for another round of drinking. After hours we can come back here and do what ever".
Mack picked his head with a blissful smile, he replied " Sure but I buy the rounds".