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Blaziken has been flexing more often lately. He had grown fully mature, powerful in flame, and strong in muscle, and he was not afraid to show it. Tall, tight, broad, and fluffy, the male had really become a fine specimen. The way his fiery hair flowed from his shoulders, the way his tail just barely jutted out from his behind, to the way his glovelike arms clung to his mass, the bird was slowly dominating my mind.

He must have caught me staring. Looks lingering as he jutted out his hips, proudly displaying his fabulous form to me. I tried to keep my distance, but the intense scarlet of his coat, and those angular, intense eyes drew me in. He knew that look. In complete privacy, he towered over me by at least a head, rested his knuckles on his hips, and leaned down upon me. His eyes were so intense. He smiled sweetly. His eyebrows rose. I felt comfortable with him, but my face flushed pink with personal fear. The avian lifted a hand to my shoulder, showing me that everything would be all right. His smile brightened, an innocent, supportive cheer. My anxieties flushed away somewhat, and I smiled back. He nodded his long, strong beak and wrapped his arms around me. Those biceps...! Subtle under the avian fluff, but distinct and well- defined. He could lift. But his embrace was soft, warm, and welcoming. I reciprocated the motion, sharing my heat with him. We accepted each other then. We stood together. Then, he nuzzled my neck with his beak. I giggled and tightened my grip. He pushed harder, leaning me back and catching me before I could fall. We stared into each other's eyes. Explored each other's intentions. The sample of blue and yellow, surrounded by an intense, passionate scarlet...

The bird boy wanted something more from me. I nuzzled into his chest, softly, slowly, getting to know his scent. Rich, manly musk filled my nostrils, and the scarlet wonder only grinned softly. He flexed one arm, lifting a fist in the air, daring me to feel it. My hands explored his body, squeezing the muscle and exhaling at its tightness. The crimson king preened proudly, flaring his feathers and lifting his head. I admired his confidence. One yellow eye subtly spread open, and he caught me entranced. With a pounce, his beak touched my lips, and his tongue prodded for access. I gasped, frozen in surprise, and gasped again when he took the easy opportunity to enter. Our tongues twisted, and we breathed hotly against each other. His tongue dominated mine easily; he covered every inch of my mouth with his saliva, and I was simply happy to have him around. Our bodies mindlessly felt each other up as their heads surged with new information. The beastly delight was so forward, I felt like I was going to fall back at any moment, but he held me up, held me close to his burly, beautiful body. I rested a hand on his chest, fingers parting his velvet, scarlet fur, while he dove yet further into my mouth. The deep, profound sounds he made flushed me pink all over again, and the high- pitched sounds I returned to him were embarrassingly vulnerable, but he drank me up, thankfully chirping into my wet, oral cavern. Blood rushed to our brains, and we started to sweat with the intensity of the moment. His sweat smelled deep, rich, and extremely alluring. I could feel it smearing between his feathers onto my fingers. His grip on me tightened, and I bowed backward before his might. We fell over, softly, onto the earth. The dreamy effigy didn't miss a beat, covering me with his body and pressing his weight against me, gravity in his favor. My clothes seemed to melt away as I lay enraptured in his nearness. His coat felt so pleasant against my bare stomach, but the strength and definition of his muscles made something awaken in me. I could feel something smooth, fleshy, and wet sliding against my inner thigh as he kissed me yet further. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed strands of flame shooting from his mane before dissolving into smoke. The athlete was hot for me, and I was growing harder by the second. His manhood poked at my stifled ball sack, and he jutted himself forward, rubbing himself right in. I gasped, and he pressed on, stealing my breath with a hip thrust hug, and before I breathed again, our cocks were aligned like the stars. Through a gaping maw, his beak seemed to steal a sly grin my way, and my mind started to cloud with desire for my man. His hips danced slowly but with purpose and precision, the softly tapered tip of his exuberant cock rubbing against my twitching flesh, and I moaned into his thick, wet tongue. His arms curled over behind my shoulders, and he thrust again. His frot was so confident, so comfortable, so natural, it made me sweat warm and wet against his majesty.

The big bird boy broke our kiss with a slobbering, wet pop and kneeled over me like a peacock. He dragged his ball sack against my length with a look so sultry, just teasing me, egging me on for any and all response. I squirmed under his stifling warmth and squeaked out my lecherous cries, begging him for it. Happily the avian athletic pulled himself forward and pushed his burning, red meat into my face. I needed this. I took in his scent right from the source, his poignant aroma of male substance making my nostrils flare. His seductive stare got me so thirsty, grinding his hips along my chest and humming deeply to my breathy moans. His tip prodded into my gaping maw, and my lips reacted instinctively, closing softly along the flesh and suckling gently. Blaziken was all too happy to see me acting so, and he eagerly thrust forward, filling my oral cavern with his musk. He tasted divine, and I could feel every vein protruding from his powerful stance with my tongue, just slick enough to slide between the protrusion and my mouth to salivate and lubricate the delectable sausage. It felt especially liberating to be embraced under a larger, stronger male, and I savored every second, delivering simple, deliberate licks along his heated extension while he slid ever deeper, inch by inch. My submissive noises massaged his member smoothly, and the sweet sounds signaled to him that I was ready for more. He made short, punchy pokes at my face, prodding me to take him ever more, until his tip bumped the back of my throat, and I gulped.

Wrapping my arms around his backside, I steadied and readied myself for the following exertion. The beautiful bird boy planted his claws kindly into my hair and pulled me in for the kill. I felt strangely sensitive as I took in his thickening second half, but the sounds he made when I did so made it all worthwhile. He fucked my mouth softly, accommodating for my inexperience, but he also pushed me to my limit immediately, straining for further training. The pressure of his pecker made the blood rush to my head, and I inhaled deeply through my nose, getting a face full of bird man's husky, earthy aroma. His manhood twitched and throbbed inside me, making me shiver and tighten my grip on his tender caboose. He rode me, a dizzying circular motion on his hips brought his glorious member out of me, my lips just kissing the tip, and right back in, this time with feeling.

Holding him inside me was ecstasy. I wished I had more experience with fellatio, yet I wanted to only be for him. I needed that juicy, long dong rubbing against the roof of my mouth and my tongue. I drank him in, taking all that he would give, responding to his sexual song with muffled moans of my own. I rubbed his rear with my hands, learning its shape and pulling him closer. He ruffled my hair and stared down into me with those piercing, yellow eyes. Something primal lay hidden behind his gaze, yet the nature was so transparent. He had nothing stopping him from enjoying the moment and digging for more; he was perfect. My lips touched his base, and I breathed steadily, taking in his majesty. The sight of a lusty boy from this angle was something I never knew I wanted; the way he looked down to me from above was incredible. He dominated, but we were together. There was respect behind the exposed closeness. There was desire, affection. Blaziken caressed me with his claws, he delighted in my service, he nodded in approval. His cock seemed to grow thicker with each passing minute, or I was growing sore. He naturally knew, kneading himself out of my mouth with a gentle force.

Pulling me up to his level, the rad baron's tongue wormed between my lingering lips, and he tasted his and my handiwork. I saw stars, intuitively reaching for his pectorals and pressing our bodies together. Again, his tongue explored my now much more heated, rosy cheeks, trilling with soft delight. I groaned heartily into his rhythm, waltzing drunk to his scent, his song. His eyes pierced mine, and I knew his intentions instantly. My pink cheeks burned as scarlet as his fiery fur. He nodded after pulling himself away from the alluring connection and hugged me for all he was worth. I felt his fire, his fur softly blanketing my bare chest and belly. His grip was strong, and he delivered me to the floor tenderly and flipped me to my hands and knees. I stretched my shoulders forward and raised my rear, bracing for the imminent pressure.

Instead of a hard piston, my nethers were blessed with a soft meat nudging my rim. I sighed in solace, struggling to relax my thighs and let him in. His tongue was strong, however, spreading my meaty walls open with relative ease and digging in to my most tender parts. My hanging cock throbbed and spit a glob of clear pre, which gathered at the tip. My fist clenched, and my breathing became irregular. The lecherous fowl prodded my ass with his beak, digging for a better angle to eat me out. He tasted my rowdy side, undoubtedly indulging in my earthy, strong, anal essence. My groin flexed and relaxed on regular intervals, allowing the blazing glory an exploit to my weighty flesh. The slick, oral muscle felt fierce against my flesh, pushing it every which way, stimulating the most carnal feature, the prostate. My pre, too plentiful to hang, drooped down to the ground in an extended strand of shining liquid, ever agonizingly ignored. I bucked my hips against his anal feast, egging him further, and the big boy slapped my pudgy cheek, eliciting a yelp. His claws spread my cheeks with an animalistic instinct while he slobbered along my innards. I couldn't stop the submissive cries if I tried; I appreciated him more than he could imagine. I surrendered to him, knees buckling against his oral onslaught and digging into the ground. The scarlet wonder was driving me crazy. I needed him harder; I needed to be ravaged.

Blaze boy took his sweet time eating me out, lubricating my bare bottom and tasting my tender insides, but eventually his hot breath against my sensitive exposure betrayed his own needs. He prodded against my prostate one last time for good measure, evoking another spurt of preemptive nectar, before leaving me a gaping, gasping, winking, sweaty mess. The awesome avian rose to his feet and gazed proudly at my blatant obscenity. His powerful form loomed over my susceptible mess, and he wrapped his powerful arms around my stomach, hoisting me into the air. I yelped at the loss of ground and attempted to relax into his carry. The red hot breathed down my neck, even licked a bit, making me shiver in his sheer, smoking heat, and lowered my bottom to his cock. The length squeezed between my cheeks, hotdogging me and making me gasp the lewdest of breaths. Blaziken rubbed himself against my rear, teasing me to the very end, intensifying my desperate desire for a dicking to a fever pitch. I begged him for it. I pleaded for him to make me his, to take me in the most intimate of dances. I pleaded for him to fuck me raw, to ravage me until I screamed. The scarlet wonder nuzzled my neck and complied.

His tip easily pierced my asshole, lubricated by his juices and his spit, spreading me and making me sing. Gravity helped the journey as he shifted his grip to my thighs, leaving me in open air for half a second. My heart skipped a beat, and he dug himself a deep hole between my round cheeks. I lost breath and fought to keep in touch; he lifted me up, leaving my stuttering rim before pounding it right back in. I felt his fire. His fire consumed me, splitting me open and filling the gaps of my unconscious with his hard masculinity. His stubby tail twitched, and he grit his beak in effort as he began the grand finale. His hot rod drove into me with such animalistic ferocity that fireworks flared to life behind my eyelids, and my tongue drolled out for my man.

The beast put so much life into his attacks, stuffing me with his fleshy essence. I felt one with the beast, bouncing against his boisterous pounding. It was painful, but it hurt so good. He pushed my limits until all I could think about was his body pounding me to paradise. I crooned for his cock, shouted for his shaft, I delighted in the dicking. The more the hunk gave me, the more I needed inside me, stat. I needed those powerful legs to really drive this one home, I needed his steamy breath making my skin tingle. And, boy, did he deliver. He gulped mouthfuls of air as his powerful stature flexed and fucked me sweet. His flesh was only halfway in, but I clung to him, striving to feel every inch of his veiny vigor until he could hilt me. The bird squeezed his eyes shut and plundered me down- under by burning, searing impulse. My pulse became his as he spread my walls further, stretching me until I shouted. My balls swung in the air, erection flailing for his divinity to take me higher.

Blaziken, through his powerful thrusting, inched ever closer to my core, making me shiver and sweat at his sheer length and girth. An immense amount of pressure probed at my anus, over and over again, with no signs of stopping. We climbed this ladder together. Each piledriver brought us closer together, physically and spiritually, until his thickness squeezed itself completely into my deep dark. Then, he froze. Balls- deep, panting heavily, arms clamped around my thick thighs, he paused his onslaught to simply_be_ there, inside me. I felt completely full, pierced, pushed skyward. The pause, pregnant with expectations, with predispositions, with a massive, long dong jam- packed into my stuffer, lingered.

With another surge of life, the flaming creature fell to his knees and hunched forward, a flawless transfer to the doggy style position. His explorative fingers found my chest, and he embraced me and braced himself for victory. Blaziken's muscles flexed to impressive levels, and he reared his hips for a ride I will never forget. He rode me like a bull, dominating, surrounding, pounding. He took on more speed, and I barely kept up with his wild charges. His hussle was dazzling, the sensation of getting rocked by this hawk left me overwhelmed with glitz and glory. He battered and beat my butthole until I bucked back with an overwhelmed, vocal ovation. Blazing bird pounded me into the ground until only my ravaged rear remained airborne. His breath soon became broken as his hefty balls slapped against my scrotum. The big bird began to grunt every few breaths... Then every other breath. His thrusts grew shallow but retained their sheer force and intensity. He shoved himself into me one last time, shuddering and singing a deep, guttural, orgasmic tune and released his thick, white extract into my core. His member shook my bones as he filled me up with a generous helping of seed. Lost in climax, Blaziken snapped a hand to my base and balls, and I immediately shot. I could feel the steamy liquid pumping from his hose, feel it thicken at the base before spurting another cup of the stuff deep into my asshole. In my excitement, I fired my own cum in a beautiful arc, shuddering under his feral constraint. I gave myself to him, and he took me, riding our togetherness until our heaves yielded no further mixture.

Our breaths slowly steadied. The beefy bird nuzzled the back of my neck fondly, and I reached one arm back to feel his soft fur. A clawed hand found mine, and we held each other, caught up in each other's embrace, enraptured by the experience. The area was filled with stifling air; it felt warm even as it entered the lungs. This discomfort was forgotten in favor of our physical contact, the weight of gravity connecting us until our sweat mixed. We rolled to our sides and held each other. Still. Unbroken. Fucken, whatever. You get it. Boys boys boys.