At Last, First
At Last, First
This is a more personal story than normal. Basically, I was asked how I'd like to have sex for the first time, and the longest story I've ever written was the result. It does concern me a little that I don't know what sex is like when I'm writing stuff like this, because when I'm writing about being turned into a vacuum cleaner, nobosy knows what that's like (except that one guy), but when I write about plain sex, I always wonder if I'm saying something completely ridiculous that shows off that I have no experience.
Anyway. If you just want the sex, skip to the third row of stars.
***
James' feet thumped on the treadmill, over and over. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on the anole's green skin, droplets running over his scales. The gym was almost empty at this time of night; he'd been late to start his normal routine, thanks to a long day a work, and he was the last in the room, a bored looking attendant sitting at a desk just outside of his line of vision. He wasn't a body builder, but a lean and lithe runner, his body built for a wiry endurance rather than pure power.
His miles finally finished, he shut down the machine and grabbed his towel from the bars. He hoped there would be time for him to finish showering before the place closed.
In the changing rooms, he left his clothes on a bench, and headed towards the showers. This gym didn't have a single large shower room, but rather small cubicles where each users could change and clean themselves behind the cover of a curtain, although the spray could get clothes wet, so he normally underwear on the hook along with his towel. These cubicles were part of the reason James had chosen this gym: he couldn't stand the idea of showering where others could see him. No, he needed to have that shower curtain pulled tightly closed behind him.
That did not appear to be a concern for the occupant of the first cubicle, though. As he approached, the anole could hear the water running, and clouds of steam billowed out. The curtain was fully open. Surprised by the forgetfulness of the user, James glanced through the rising mist.
The man in there was a tyrannosaurus rex. The massive dinosaur must have been six and a half feet tall, his body thick with muscles, the brown scale moving over the taught flesh as he ran his hands over his scalp. He was facing away from James, and the anole could have traced every the lines separating each muscle like an anatomical diagram. As he washed off suds of body, his shoulders and arms rippled like waves underwater.
James was stunned by the size of the dinosaur. He couldn't turn away, his mind blank for a second. Then the massive rex lifted his head, facing directly into the stream of the shower. His arms fell to his sides, held slightly out as if in worship of the shower, and he began to rotate, seemingly to wash all the suds off.
The front of his torso was, if anything, even more perfectly sculpted than his back. A hard shelf of pectoral muscles created a waterfall effect, streams of water spattering off his chest straight to the floor. Riverlets washed a few stray bubble from a six pack of tight, lighter scales, that trailed down to his hips, and met with the clear cut line of his pelvis before dipping further to the rex's groin. There, his penis-
James gulped, and bolted.
He dashed into a cubicle at the end of the row, and drew the curtain sharply. It rustled against the wall, and he spent a moment making sure it was up against both sides, so that there were no lines of sight, so that no-one could see in - like he just had.
The anole breathed out slowly, trying to slow his thumping heart. In his mind, the sight of the dinosaur glistening body kept replaying, but he couldn't understand why. As he turned on the shower, he kept flicking back to his school days, the communal showers he was forced to take after P.E. Lessons. The last time he'd seen another man naked. He had been the last to develop in his year, and the adolescent boys had all been bigger and stronger than him; so the mocked him mercilessly. After being pushed to one side on the playing field, the best he could hope for was that they would ignore him in the showers, but too often they would start to push and shove, whooping and yelling as eventually he slipped in the water. As the water splashed down over his naked body, he could remember the big cats, the wolves and bulls standing over him naked, calling him a faggot for looking up at them, aiming swift kicks at his stomach when he tried to curl up in a ball-
"Look at where the pipe goes into the wall."
The deep voice from outside jerked James out of his harsh memories. Confused, he looked up at the pipe leading into the wall from the dial that controlled the heat of the shower, at the flat plate of metal where it disappeared. It was polished to a sheen, and he could see his reflection in it, and behind him the shower curtain. Lit from outside, a shadow had fallen across it - the outline of a large man, his arms folded to give his upper body a boxlike shape. As James realised the implications, his blood ran cold.
"Means you can see everything going on behind you, see?" The voice rumbled again.
The anole started blankly at the mirror, his mind racing. Why hadn't the dinosaur said something? Chased him off?
"Just like I made sure you did."
That had to be it, he was showing off. James' hand clenched at the thought of the big man, so proud and confident, so very different from everything he was. An odd pulse ran through his stomach.
"So I know you got a good show, but then you ran off. Shame."
He couldn't want to see James. All these years he'd spent hiding, afraid of anyone noticing his existence. Why would anyone want him around, except to laugh at?
"I was thinking I should get a show, too."
The shadow moved. He couldn't tell what the dinosaur was doing, not without turning, but perhaps if he kept still, the big man would go away. He froze like prey before the hunter.
"I'd just love to see that toned little body of yours."
A deep thump echoed through his body, the pulse of his heart amplified a thousand times. His head swam, and between his legs, he could feel his penis begin to thicken and swell. A heavy breath fell from his mouth, almost loud enough to be heard over the falling water.
"So what do you say I get my own in shower show?"
James snapped his head up. Thick brown scaled fingers were curled around the shower curtain, ready to pull it aside. The anole staggered back, and finally let out a shriek: "NO!"
"Woah!" The t-rex recoiled in surprise, letting go of the curtain. "Jesus! I'm not doing anything!"
James squatted down in the shower, water pouring off his head. Small whimpers were escaping his mouth, uncontrollably. He knew the dinosaur could hear them, and the shadow hovered in a worried manner. "Hey... are you alright in there?"
The anole was far from alright. He was beginning to cry, tears disappearing into the water, but that wasn't the worst part.
"I swear, I wasn't - I wasn't going to anything you didn't want. I just thought - with you looking at me- I wasn't gonna rape you or anything!"
James shivered as the image shot through his head, and his cock jerked between his legs. "Wh-What's happenening to me?" he whispered.
"What? Hey, is - did you fall or something?"
James shook his head, and then realised how stupid that was. "Please. Just go." His voice wavered and cracked as his throat contracted from sobs.
The rex shifted again. "Man, I thought you were just interested in me, please don't be scared."
Interested? James' cock jumped again. He looked between his legs, at this thing that knew what he he wanted better than he did, and his mind drifted back to the dinosaur's thick dick, curving over the full ballsack, and his own penis leaked a pearl of precum. "Oh god. I don't want to be gay!"
He looked up. The shadow had frozen in place. Once again, he prayed that if he didn't move, the big man would just go away. "Dude... have you not... is this the first time you've been thought a man was sexy?"
"I've never felt like this," he whimpered, dropping his head.
"Oh man, I thought you were just another fag. Listen, you shouldn't have found out this way, you know? I dunno. It should be someplace safe."
The rex shifted and sighed. "Damn. If you need to talk to someone... Are those clothes yours? I'm gonna put my number in the back pocket, okay? So if you need to call me, you can. To talk about things."
The shadow on the curtain disappeared. For a while, James could hear someone moving over the sound of water, but that faded eventually. When there was no chance anyone was left, he stood, and saw his penis was flaccid again. He cleaned himself, and made his way back to his pile of clothes on the bench. It had been moved, and then carefully folded again. He didn't dare put his hand in the pockets.
All the way home, his buttock burned as if something red hot was in his back pocket.
***
The coffee shop was on a main street, but was laid out in such a way that the main seating area was somehow secluded. The bar cut the room in two, so those taking their drink out only briefly entered the building, and those staying crept past the end chairs and tables, dark in contrast to the bright sunshine outside. James stood in the queue, peering into the cool shade.
"What'll it be?" An antelope barrister asked.
"Um," he said, slightly flustered, "Just a-a mocha?"
"Okay!" The antelope busied himself with the machine, while James tried to see the dinosaur. He could decide whether he'd been stood up, if that was the right phrase. The outlines he could see didn't look big enough. If his memory wasn't playing tricks on how big he had been.
"Okay! Here you go!" The antelope handed over his drink with a bright smile. As he picked it up, the barrister leaned in and whispered by his ear, "He's in the back, in the booth on the left."
James almost jumped back. The antelope winked at him, and gave him a look that was almost lecherous. "You have fun now, honey!"
James grabbed his drink and scurried away. Had the big t-rex told everyone on the bar? What did he think was going to happen here?
His hands shook slightly as he approached the booth. Now his eyes had adjusted, the big dinosaur's arm was visible peeking out from where he was sitting with his back to the room. He stood behind the booth, and said, "Hi."
The t-rex looked up at him, smiling slightly. He was staggeringly huge, his head only a few inches below James' despite the fact he was sitting. "Hey! I was wondering if you were going to come."
"I couldn't not. Not really." James slipped into the seat opposite. "I was scared, but..."
The dinosaur nodded, and carried on nodding as James trailed off into an awkward silence. Then he jerked his hand forward, and said "Names! We never did get each other's names. I'm Craig."
The anole reached out tentatively and put his hand in the others. "I'm James."
Craig's scales were warmer than James', and his hand engulfed the green one. He didn't squeeze hard, but James could tell there was so much power there. "So... what did you want to talk about?"
James pulled his hand back. "I don't know. Why... why did you feel that you had to talk to me?"
"I dunno." The dinosaur ran a finger along the ridge on his head, his thumb rubbing just inside one of the hollows that marked his massive jaw. "You sounded really cut up about- everything, and yanow, I didn't think that you should have to go through it alone."
James nodded. "Thank you. That was the first time I'd ever - I'd ever felt that way about a man..."
"Really? Heh, I'm flattered."
"What were you doing there, anyway?"
"Exactly what it looked like. Trawling for some gym bunny to wash up with."
"That... really works?"
"Oh, yeah, you'd be amazed. The number of 'straight' guys" - he made little air quotes - "who like getting an arse full and then going back to their girlfriends is staggering." He grinned. "Least, it makes me stagger."
"They just come in and..." James gulped, a lump in his green throat. "Have sex with you?"
"Yep! I just give them the show you got, then a wink, and ask 'em if they wanna scrub the parts I can't reach."
"How... how many men have you..."
"Oh, I dunno. I'm a total slut, I'd be having sex right now if I could."
"But you must see them, in the gym, walking around-"
Craig held up his hands. "Hey, I'm not gonna say anything to them, not if they don't want me to. I don't out folk. Not unless they're spouting homophobic bullshit and sucking cock on the side."
James thought about the antelope at the coffee bar, and flushed. "Did you tell anyone about me? The guy at the bar..."
"Aw, no, Dave just thinks I'm gonna shag everyone I meet here. He can keep his mouth shut, though. If you want, I'll take him out into the toilets, give him a quick fuck and tell him it wasn't about that."
James spluttered through his coffee. "You'd do that? I mean, it's really that easy for you to get sex?"
"Yeah, I guess when you look as good as me and every knows you're up for it, it's pretty damn easy. 'Cause you've not been on the scene, you don't know what it's like I guess."
"So... what was it like for you? When you found out?"
The dinosaur snorted, and smiled, big lips shifting to reveal sharp jagged teeth. "Man, that was so long ago I can't even remember it. Seriously. See when I was a kid, they told us being gay was bad, but not what being gay was, so we me and a bunch of the guys found out what it was, we were dead surprised, 'cause we'd been doing that for years." He waved a hand, in an dismissive manner. "Some of my friends stopped it altogether, some said they'd only do it in secret... I tried to date girls, yanow? But I couldn't fuck 'em, not without thinking about dudes. Vag just ain't my thing, right? So I came out, told anyone who had a problem with it to say it to my face."
He leaned back in the bench, and flexed his arms outwards, relaxing. Although the shirt he was wearing was large, it was stretched so tight that James could see each of his muscles sliding in his chest. "I wasn't as big as I am now, but when two guys jumped me, I hospitalised them, and then everyone left me alone. I must have been a good example, 'cause a whole bunch of guys came out, too, an' I think that school must've had the biggest number of gays in the country." He smiled. "Good times."
James looked at him, surprised. "So... you've always known?"
"Yeah. Even when I had my dick in 'em I've never been attracted to women. I guess you didn't?"
The anole broke eye contact. "No. I- it's like I never even considered it. There was no reason I would, really. I've not - not looked at a man. Naked."
"But you never even felt like you wanted something else when you were with a girl?"
James, started into his coffee cup. He'd not told anyone this, but then again, no-one had even asked. No-one had cared that much. "I've never been with a woman."
"Shit!" Craig put his hands together in front of him. "How old are you?"
"Twenty eight."
"Jesus! If I go a week without a shag, I feel like my balls are gonna burst. How the fuck did you manage that?"
"I just.. didn't do anything. I never did."
James took a sip of his cooling coffee. "I've never been good at talking to people. And when I was at school, there were- everyone bullied me. And I just kind of hid. I didn't talk to anyone, I had no friends. And I told myself that it'd all be okay when I was grown up, and that in the real world people would like me. But when I did leave, and went to university, all I knew how to do was sit quietly in the corner and be ignored, and why would anyone else be interested in me when everyone else was so much more interesting, so I just kept on telling myself that it would all be better in the end, if I just waited, because I didn't know what to do, and waited, and-"
His voice was wavering as his throat closed. He'd never confronted this emotion, the cold solitary life he lead, just putting it off over and over. He felt the dinosaur's thick finger beneath his chin, tilting his head up, and looked through blurred eyes at Craig's gentle smile.
"And now something's happened, right?"
James nodded, the light pressure on his chin supporting his head. "I-I-I've never... No-one's ever been interested in me, not really. Not like that."
The dinosaur tilted his head to one side, eyes lidded. "I don't know if I'm the best person, and I don't speak all that well, but I think you're worth getting to know. Or at least, you will be, once you get to know yourself."
"Will you help me? I mean I don't know- I don't know anything-"
"Sh." The t-rex leaned in, their heads getting closer over the table. "It'll all be okay-"
With their muzzles so close together, James could smell the massive predator's breath, hot and heavy as it washed across his face. An unfamiliar urge grew within him, flowing up into his head making his lips ache until eventually it overcame him. Eyes closed, he pushed himself forwards, opening his mouth until it met with Craig's.
He'd never felt the flesh of another with his lips. The smooth scale rubbed over his lips, but the heat was the biggest surprise. Warm saliva that still held the bitter flavour of the dinosaur's coffee danced on the tip of his tongue as he gently licked at those sharp teeth, not knowing what to do in a kiss. Then Craig began to push back into him, the slimmer tongue entering him and filling his mouth. His left hand raised slowly, and touched the ridged side of Craig's head, jerking back at first as if burned on a red hot iron, but then laying against his skin and scale in a soft caress.
Eventually the kiss broke. James slumped back into his chair, his head spinning as he had yet to draw a breath. The t-rex was smiling, a trace of saliva on his cheek from the anole's enthusiasm. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that. You enjoy that as much as I did?"
James nodded. A fire had kindled behind his eyes, and they glinted as he nodded. "I didn't know what kissing was about until we got so close. I just thought it was a sign on affection. Not that it could feel that good."
"Why d'ya think people did it?"
The lizard shrugged. "I guess there's a lot of things I didn't know about." He grinned. "But I want to find out."
"You want to find out with me?" Suddenly it was the dinosaur's turn to look nervous. "I'd love to, but, like I said, I'm a totally man-slut, and I couldn't have a proper relationship - I'd just be too tempted."
"Well, you have plenty of experience, so you should show me a good time, right?"
"If you're really sure, we could get out of here and..."
James gulped, then nodded. "I've been sitting back and not doing anything for so long. I want to do something I want now."
He glanced out of the booth, over to the antelope at the bar. "And I don't think I care who knows."
As Craig led the way out, James watched that big thick tail swing from side to side. He aimed a wink and the man by the coffee machines, and felt a thrill of delicious transgression that made him shudder.
***
Craig's flat was only a few minutes walk away, near the centre of the city overlooking one of the parks. Such a prime location naturally didn't come cheap, and the flat itself was a small three room, one kitchen-slash-living room, a tiny bathroom and an equally sized bedroom. It was clear to any observer that Craig viewed this more as a place to come back to rather than a place to live, for while James had stuffed his lodgings with all his comforts, the dinosaur was much more austere, almost minimalist, with the exception of the bedroom, where a massive king sized bed occupied most of the space.
Not that the anole was very appreciative of the decor. He couldn't take his eyes of Craig throughout the journey back, especially climbing the stairs to this floor, where the dinosaur's rear had been shown off just in front of him. As they burst through the door, their lips were locked once again, a kiss that seared into his body. "How do you want to do this?"
"I want to see you. Again."
Craig smiled, and stepped out of James' embrace. He twisted the cord of the blinds, so that the last rays from the sun outlined his body, a dark shadow that rippled in reflected light. Slowly, he reached down to the bottom of his t-shirt. His hands moved with agonising slowness, drawing out every moment he stood before the gaze of the anole, as he slowly drew it upwards, showing off his tightly muscled abdomen, the rippling six pack and hint of pelvic bones that rose above the line of his belt. James was breathing more heavily now, his eyes sparkling. The black cloth was slowly drawn up over the dinosaur's chest, freeing the massive pectoral muscles that stretched, the individual strands of muscle visible moving beneath his light brown scales as he raised his arms further. Ridges and valleys of muscle slid over each other as shoulder muscles stretched up.
He pulled his head out from the neck of his shirt and shook it, letting out a burst of breath. His arms, however, he kept in the shirt, held over his head, one hip tilted slightly to one side in a pose that showed off every sharply defined muscle. The dinosaur smiled at James. "Go on," he said.
James stepped forwards, and his arm rose, hesitantly, of its own accord, nervous in case his touch made this sculpted adonis melt away. His eyes flicked up and down, meeting the t-rex's eyes, then darting down to those pectorals, or the tight curves of his abdominal muscles. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out. The green scaled finger gently touched the wall of brown flesh, just beneath the curve of his nipple.
The brown scales were smooth, and warm to his touch. He'd never been this close to another man. His finger slid over the scales as he laid his hand flat on Craig's chest, cupping the mighty muscle. It gave slightly, and then the dinosaur tensed, pushing his flesh back against the probing digits. His other hand joined the first.
And then his hands were everywhere. He slid them along the paths of corded muscle, slipping on bumps of scale and making little clicking sounds as the anoles' green scales met the dinosaurs'. He rushed his hands over the exposed flesh, staring intently as the massive frame inches in front of him as his hot breath warmed the scales. Craig reacted by tensing his muscles where James touched him, ripples of contracts running over his body.
Slowly, James got closer and closer to Craig. He was reaching around the dinosaur now, feeling those muscles he had seen first, his head resting on the hard slabs of his chest. His chest was so large that James couldn't quite reach all the way round; instead his hands slipped down, resting on the belt of Craig's jeans.
He looked up. Craig was looking down at him, his hand still held above his head. "Do you want to take them off," he said with a smile. "Or shall I do it?"
James shook his head, and then smiled, nervous but eager. His hands fiddled with the buckle of Craig's belt, the unusual angle he was approaching it at making it difficult to free it. Eventually, he managed to get a length of the belt out, and unzip the jeans, pausing for a moment before pulling them down. He gasped, because he had been expecting a pair of pants, but the dinosaur was naked beneath.
He fell back in surprise, landing on his tail with a bump. Above him, Craig, smiled, and stepped out of the trousers pooling at his feet, pulling his arms out of his muscle shirt at the same time. The movement made his genitals slide over each other in interesting ways. Flaccid, his penis was still quite impressive, the uncut head hanging down beneath his high, tight scrotum. That ballsac was bigger than most, the balls clearly visible beneath the tiny brown scales, the size of them making it clear why the t-rex liked to empty them so often.
"So," he asked as he walked to his bedroom, moving so that his penis fell from one side of his scrotum to the other, "Are you coming?"
Open mouthed, James nodded. He shot to his feet, and begin to follow, but before he crossed into the bedroom, the dinosaur turned and shook his finger at him. "Ah-ah-ah. No clothes in the bedroom."
James looked down at himself, and then back up. He hadn't thought about that. Having sex would meant somebody else seeing him naked, wouldn't it?
He pulled his shirt up over his head, his posture almost apologetic. He knew the show he was making was nothing like Craig's. Comparatively, his body was slim and frail, although he was in fact very healthy. The anole's lithe physique left his body flat, toned, but with no real definition of the muscles beneath his green scales. He'd always wanted to be big and heavily muscled, but it wasn't to be: his body simply wouldn't grow the way he wanted.
Now naked from the waist up, he fiddled with his own belt, having even more trouble than he did with Craig's, his face flushing. Craig's eyes on him felt like red hot lazers roving over his body. He glanced up at the bigger man, now seated on the edge of his bed. The dinosaur was gazing intently, a lecherous smile playing on his lips.
No-one had ever looked at him that way.
His black trousers slipped from his numb fingers, revealing his long, slender legs and dancing tail behinds him. All that was left were his tight briefs, bulging out in front of him. With thumbs hooked under the waistband, he pause, contemplating what he was about to do. This would be it, the first time ever. It would change everything, he knew. A nervous fear spread throughout him, the knowledge that he wouldn't be going back.
But then again, why would he want to?
He pushed down. Once the waistband was clear of his buttocks, it the pants fell under gravity. He stood there for a moment, with eyes closed, not knowing how to feel. What it was he was feeling. On the inside of his eyelids, he could see the image of himself he'd always carried, that scared young boy, fleeing his tormentors. But when he opened his eyes, he saw himself, standing naked before a- a lover, his penis stiffening and rising before him. And he saw the effect he was having, the t-rexs' penis plumping up between his legs.
He'd never thought anyone would ever do that for him.
Craig leaned back, resting on one arm. "Come on over here."
James climbed onto the bed beside the dinosaur, to his left. One of his hands lay on the tick muscle of the tree-trunk like leg.
"C-Can I..." he trailed off.
"Only if I can too," replied the bigger man, before leaning in for a long kiss.
James slid his green fingers up the inside of Craig's thigh. Hesitantly, he bushed against those swollen testicles, tracing the curves beneath the skin. In doing so, his hand touched the brown penis, and he could feel the give within, the flesh not yet fully engorged. He wrapped his hand around the pulsing length.
Meanwhile, Craig's hand had been reaching down, over his stomach, between his legs. He'd touched himself plenty of times, but this was not comparable. With his own fingers, he knew where each touch was, it was nothing more than a confirmation of his actions. Now... each touch was new, completely unexpected. His nerves strained, reaching out to find the questing fingers that stimulated him so. The fingers ran up the underside of his trembling dick, drawing a slight moan from his throat, and a bead of pre-cum from the head of his dick.
Then the hand moved further down, caressing his balls. Smaller than the dinosaur's, they moved freely within his scrotum as Craig manipulated his most delicate parts. His balls slid over each other, feeling the warmth from the dinosaur's hand.
And then the hand slipped further between his legs, stimulating his perineum. James hadn't noticed his eyes were closed as he gave in to the sensation, but now he looked up at Craig, wide eyes questioning. "Are you going to...?"
Craig smiled back at him. "I'll do what you want. Nothing more. If you want to fuck me, that's fine. If you just want to wank, that's fine too."
James gulped, but shook his head. "No... I-I want you to... I want you to put it in me."
Craig looked at him, full of concern. "Are you sure? You don't have to. Don't think you need to do this to be gay."
James shook his head again. "No, I really do." He smiled, and almost giggled. "A week ago, I never knew that, but now..."
Craig smiled, and reached over to his bedside cabinet, where a rack of bottles was mixed with unopened condoms. He snatched one of the bottles, and squeezed a dollop of lube onto his hand. "Okay, what we'll do is try it with a finger or two first. If you like that, and you still want it, we'll try my dick up there."
James nodded, his heart beating wildly. He was on his hands and knees now, facing Craig. The dinosaur reached round with his dry hand, and pulled the anole closer, until his green head rested on the powerful muscles of his chest. With his lubed up hand, he felt underneath the green tail. It was cold and slick against him, and James closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing. "Do it," he whispered.
"Okay. Just relax your ass..."
The finger pushed at him, hard. James couldn't relax, he didn't know how, it wasn't something he'd every done. His face screwed up, teeth gritted. The pressure on the ring of muscle grew, and he instinctively wanted to flinch away, instead burying his head further in the muscled chest of the dinosaur.
Then the pressure disappeared. There was just the light touch of the big man's hand, the warmth of it beneath his tail and cradling his buttock. "Hey, don't try too hard. You don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, I do," he whispered, his head still lowered. "It's just..."
"Okay. You're okay now, aren't you? Just remember what that feels like."
And then his large hand cupped the lizard's chin, bringing his face up. Their eyes met for a second, and then Craig wrapped his lips around James'. His eyes closed, and James felt the same desire he had earlier, the deep pulsing want within his loins. A shudder ran from his head down as his mouth was penetrated by a tongue, and when the finger pushed again, he didn't tense. The ring of anal muscle slowly gave, and he breathed out into Craig's mouth as the first joint of the big dinosaur's finger slipped into him.
He felt the finger tip stretching him. He wasn't keeping it still, or giving any time for the anole to get used to it, despite the gentle motion he was using. It wasn't painful, but the he'd never felt the sensations before, of the teasing and pulling. It took a long time, but eventually the dinosaur's finger was buried deep within his anus.
James had broken off the kiss, and once again had his face on the dinosaur's chest. Every breath swelled the pectoral muscles against his face, forcing the scales over his smaller face scales. His eye were half open in a daze as the finger began to push in and out, rubbing and grinding against him.
All his old fears and worries were eased away. There was no place in him for the regrets of long years spent alone, the chances missed and opportunities squandered, not now with that finger inside of him, softly showing him his way forward.
Craig pulled his finger out. "Damn. You really fucking liked that, dincha?"
James looked up, confused why the t-rex had stopped. Then he realized the light had drained from the sky while he was being finger-fucked, leaving the room bathed only in the clean white of the moon. "How-how long was I-"
"Long enough to know if you really want it."
James blushed, and looked down between Craig's legs. The dinosaur's penis was hard now, standing proud above his swollen balls. Fully hard now, it was about six and a half inches long, not below average, but because of the size of the man it was attached to, it didn't look threatening the way a monster phallus would have. His foreskin had rolled part of the way back, revealing the pink flesh of his head beneath, and a sheen of pre-cum that had spread across it.
James touched it, with one finger. It was hot, much hotter than he thought, and slid about under pressure. Imagining that same heat burning up his arse made him shiver. "Yes. I want it now."
Craig smiled in the half light, a predator in the darkness. "Hoped you'd say that."
He shifted his massive body, and muscles as they moved over each other glinted in the sharp shadows and harsh light. Grabbing a condom from the side, he opened it and rolled it down his shaft with a practised ease. The t-rex lay back, his penis standing straight up in anticipation. "Come here, you show me how fast you want it."
James nodded, and climbed over the dinosaur's reclining body. His knees were on either side of Craig's hips, spreading his legs wide open. The dinosaur's hand reached behind him, and guided the tip to the base of James' tail. The rim of him hole rested on the hot bulbous head, and Craig said, "Just do what feels right."
James nodded. His eyes slid closed, and he tilted his head back. His legs trembled, in part with strain from hold him at the odd angle, in part from anticipation. It was bigger than the finger, and he couldn't quite fit it in on the first try. He paused, breathing deeply, and lowered himself again. Craig's hand kept the slickly lubed dick from sliding the wrong way, forcing it upright before it suddenly slipped up into James, both of them gasping as it did so. The anole's legs gave way as the sensation overwhelmed him, and he slammed down onto the dinosaur's crotch, hilting the big dick totally. Shocked, he let out his breath in a gasp.
Craig jumped as well, the sudden blow shocking him. He looked up into the darkness and saw James' eyes were open wide but unseeing, concentrating only on the feeling within him. The lizard's own dick had shot out a spurt of pre-cum onto Craig's rippled stomach as he slid down, and it was now quivering gently as he tried to understand the feelings within him. "Oh," he said, in a very quiet voice. "I can feel your heartbeat."
And he could. With both of their bodies still, the only movements were their slow breaths, and the hurried pulse of blood. James could feel the veins in Craig's cock throbbing against the ring of his anus, and deeper within him the soft twitches that moved the hardness against the soft flesh of his guts.
Craig pushed himself up onto his left elbow, bending his body so that he could wrap his right hand around James' arm. "Hey. Are you alright?"
The anole nodded. He leaned forwards, resting both hands on Craig's abdomen, rocking back and forth. Each movement as the dinosaur's dick slid in and out of his hole sent a wave of shivers up and down his spine. His legs simply wouldn't respond the way that they should, the sensations turning them to jelly, forcing him to stay in place, not that he ever wanted to move.
Small moans echoed from within his throat as he gently fucked himself. This was so far beyond anything he had ever comprehended. He had never known what it could be like, to be this close to someone, to have them make themselves a part of of him. "I never want this to end," he whispered.
Craig looked up at him, outlined in the darkness. His movements were slow, shadows running over his slim form as his hands slid over the t-rex's body. Pre-cum was dribbling copiously from his dick to pool between Craig's abs, and he scooped it up to lick off his fingers. Then he pulled James down to kiss, pushing the salty flavour on his tongue between the slack slips of the lizard. "Sorry," he said, braking the kiss. "But your ass is so tight, and I've been waiting too long, I'm gonna cum soon."
James couldn't respond as the dinosaur grabbed his penis. Smooth skin ran over the head of his penis, sending electrical thrills running down his shaft, making the muscles of his belly contract around Craig's dick. The dinosaur cried out in turn, pushing the lizard's dick between his abdominal muscles, his breaths coming hard, forcing more spasm from James. He couldn't control himself any longer.
Craig came, bucking up into James' rear. The thrust of his hips lifted James, and his dick flew free from Craig's grasp as he started to cum as well, thick ropes splattering over the t-rex's heavily muscled chest. The lizard's entire body shook as he came, his body feeling fuller and fuller. The thrusts into his wildly writhing figure were hard and uncontrolled, shaking him roughly and causing him to cry out as his insides moved around. Great waves of pleasure shot rolled down to his dick, jetting out more as he shuddered in the ecstasy of sex for the very first time.
Craig let the tension in his muscles fade as he relaxed back onto the bed, stroking James' thighs. "Mmm," he rumbled. "Was that good for you too?"
The anole let out a strange, pained noise. His eyes were wild, staring down at the dinosaur, every muscle tensed. The sensations the had thrust him to orgasm hadn't left him, and him barely used nerves were now grossly overstimulated, ever breath short and sharp because the slightly movement totally overwhelmed his senses. "Okay, man, you're just not used to it," said Craig. "I'm gonna pull out quickly, that'll hurt for a second, but it's that or stay there."
James couldn't say anything. It wasn't painful, but the length still in him was just too much for him to deal with. The t-rex grabbed both of his buttocks, and suddenly pulled up. James yelped as stars flashed in front of his eyes, the head suddenly popping out of him, making the ring of his anus contract. An electrical shock ran up his body, making every muscle twitch and contract beyond his control. Craig's massive, powerful arms held him close as the spasms that racked his body died away, and he gained control of himself once again. "What..." he whispered.
"You just weren't used to it," the dinosaur said. "You just got a bit overstimulated, that's all. Probably won't happen next time."
James thought back to how his body moved without him trying to, and Craig felt the small lizard lying on top of him shiver slightly. "Shame."
"Did you like, having sex, anyway?"
James laughed. "Yes! Of course I did!. The only thing is I'll never have sex for the first time again."
He slid off Craig's wide body, looking at the trail of semen that he had left, smeared over himself and his partner. "And the mess."
Craig laughed too. He stripped off the condom, catching the end so it didn't leak, and tossed it into a bin. Then he ran a finger down James' chest, and licked the strand. "I dunno, cleaning up can be a lot of fun."
He grabbed the anole, and held him lying across his chest, their genital rubbing against each other, James' head nestling in at the base of his neck. "But we can clean up in the morning. Have a nice shower together."
James smiled, feeling the deep rumble of the dinosaur's voice beneath him. Sleeping on a bed of muscle was so much better than his own mattress could ever be.