Quin and Duke
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"The life and times of two lovers."
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Quin and Duke _by RVasil
Commissioned by: Basque
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From the outside looking in, Duke and Quin looked like the ideal couple.
The two were rarely seen without the other. They were often seen going on dates and enjoying each other's company. Sometimes they could be seen going to the theater to watch a movie. Sometimes they could be seen eating at a relatively high class restaurant, enjoying an exquisite wine with one another to celebrate their anniversary as a couple. Other times they could be seen taking a night stroll at the beach before settling in and watching the stars twinkle underneath the inky black sky. Whichever the case it was, they came across as happy, content, and the kind of couple you'd see their photos on social media and think nothing but good things about their relationship.
For Duke the blue shark, it was pure happenstance. Quin the black orca worked as a lifeguard at the local beach. They happened to come across one another when Duke's afternoon run happened to cross paths with Quin's route to going home. It started off like a typical romantic comedy movie. There was small talk here, a smile there, to which it then evolved to a joke being added in between, followed by an innocent invite for coffee, and then the rest was history. The two got along well enough that forming a friendly relationship with each other was natural. The sex that followed was only inevitable.
For Duke, everything was all well and good. He had a good job that paid well and a lover that was both fun to be around and great in bed. What more could he possibly ask for?
While Duke was living in a romantic comedy, Quin was in a different genre entirely. To use the most appropriate word, Quin was a slut. Compared to Duke who was fairly average to the point that he made sliced white bread look interesting, Quin was the exact opposite. Due to his lifestyle and work that revolved around him being at the beach, he was physically fit and able. He wasn't buff and he didn't want to be. Quin had a slim, pear shaped body, born from his regiment of physical activity and overall healthy habits. Due to swimming everyday as part of his job, he was well toned in all the right places and had fat at just the right amount to give him the plump look most people would pay top dollar for just to get it. Case in point, his ass was thick and he knew it based on the amount of looks he got from the different beachgoers everyday. Duke wasn't ashamed to tell him that it was one of the first things that caught his eye when they first met.
Quin was a social butterfly, easily weaving in and out of conversations and having an uncanny knack to befriend people wherever he went. He figured it was a natural talent he honed to perfection given that his job had him meeting people from all walks of life. From families needing help in making sure their kids were safe while swimming around, to groups of friends who were too busy horseplaying to realize that they were going too far to the deep end of the beach. But with this talent came a rather peculiar side effect. One that Quin was all the more happy to indulge in. Quin had a ravenous sex drive, to the point where he heavily considered himself to be a nymphomaniac. Not that it was a problem. Sex was as natural as breathing as it came to people; there was nothing to be ashamed of it. The only issue came when Quin met Duke. Before Duke came along, Quin happily labeled himself as the village bicycle.
Everyone got a ride.
That smoothie vendor down the street? Quin got a taste. That guy that manages the kiosk for people to rent out inflatables? Who knew those things could squeak when skin rubbed against it constantly. That guy that collects seashells and goes for strolls in the evening? Quin tapped that too. With Quin's ability to easily form connections and his horniness that if weaponized could destroy countries, nobody stood a chance. He was a wild beast, indulging in his insatiable lust and living life to the fullest. Which was why it was baffling to think that he was pursuing a serious relationship with someone like Duke. Was it because of that smile? Or was it because of that innocent aura that Duke had with him? Quin didn't know. There was something about the shark that drew Quin to him. But Quin definitely knew it wasn't Duke's body. Duke was great. He was charming, funny, and easy going. Despite having a winning personality however, he was lacking in the physicality department. Quin liked his men the way he liked his ice cream: rocky road. Duke was unfortunately vanilla. Sweet and can give you a sugar rush, but lacked anything to shake things up.
Nonetheless, Quin tried.
And while he enjoyed being around Duke, it left him dissatisfied.
Combined with Quin's risk taking personality of taking things by the balls, coupled with his wiley charisma and mischievous personality, it was only a matter of time till he entertained the lecherous looks he got from men they passed whenever he and Duke were out on a date. It started off fairly innocuous. But then things took a turn for the sexy when Quin found himself unable to resist any longer.
Quin and Duke were together one time when the latter suggested buying some shakes to help themselves cool off. It was a hot day at the beach and the best way to beat the heat was with a refreshing beverage. Because of their previous encounter, Quin and the vendor, a large brown bull by the name of Mickey, already knew each other.
"Two smoothies please; one mango and the other as a nut milkshake," Duke said.
"Coming right up," Mickey answered.
Quin appeared, leaning on the wall of the stall and smiling at the brown bull. The cup looked comically small in Mickey's large hands. "How's business going, Mickey?" Quin asked.
"Quin!" The bull's face lit up. "I haven't seen you around in quite a while."
"You two know each other?" Duke asked, looking at the two of them.
"We do," Quin answered. "We hang out every now and then."
The bull nodded, the memories of him hanging out with Quin surfacing. Most of said hanging out involved him being balls deep inside the spunky orca. Come to think of it, there was rarely a time they hung out that didn't involve sex. Not that Mickey was complaining. His eyes flickered to Duke who was reading the menu posted on the wall then to Quin. "If you don't mind me asking, who's your new friend?"
"Duke," Quin answered. "His name's Duke. We're seeing each other."
"Really?" He placed a couple of mangoes into the blender and pressed the button. The machine whirred to life. "I'm guessing you'll be too busy to hangout with me then?"
"On the contrary," Quin responded, "We should catch up." He then walked over, standing next to Mickey at the register.
The blender stopped mixing, the once solid slices of mango now perfectly squished to a fresh pulp. Quin reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin purse. He began to take out the money he was going to use to pay for the drinks but ended up dropping a few on the ground. The coins rolled all over the place.
"My bad," Quin said, scrambling to go after them. Duke shook his head. He thanked Mickey as the bull handed him his fresh smoothie. Quin knelt on the ground, proceeding to clean up his mess. One coin in particular rolled across the wooden boards and went underneath the stall. He crawled after it, disappearing underneath the red and white curtains.
Whether it was by accident or on purpose, not even the furry gods would be able to tell. But for Quin, it was an opportunity that he was going to take advantage of. In front of him was Mickey's lower half. The coin Quin was chasing after conveniently stopped in between the man's feet. Quin crawled over to get it, smiling sheepishly at Mickey who noticed him down there but didn't say anything. He quickly pocketed the coin. Instead of leaving however, Quin's hands did something else that caught Mickey off guard. Quin pulled down the yellow basketball shorts that the bull was wearing, revealing an obscenely large bulge that was contained by a blue jockstrap.
Quin did this while Mickey was talking to Duke.
"This is amazing," Duke said, taking a sip from the fruity smoothie. "Is this your original recipe?"
"Oh it actually IS!" Mickey's voice cracked in response to the sudden pantsing. Thankfully the stall items and the stall wall was relatively high enough to block any person walking over to see his exposed lower half. He immediately glanced down, wondering what the hell was going on. To his surprise, Quin was still down there with only a mischievous smile in response. Quin had his finger pressed over his own lips for the universal sign of keeping quiet. Mickey cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Sorry, I mean, it is."
Duke, completely unaware of what was transpiring mere inches from him, picked up the pamphlet that was on the table. It outlined the offerings Mickey's humble shop sold. "Where do you source your fruits?" he asked, noticing the wide variety of smoothies.
Mickey found it difficult to answer. Mainly because Quin had decided now was the perfect time to give him an unexpected blowjob. Was this Quin's idea of catching up? The orca was on his knees and had pushed aside Mickey's jockstrap. Thick brown bull cock flopped out and was quickly attended to by the orca's thirsty mouth. He was slurping at it like his life depended on it. Worried that the sound would alert Duke, Mickey grabbed a couple of dried fruit from the jar next to him and placed a few inside the blender. He pressed the switch and the machine whirred to life, drowning out the orca's lewd sounds. "Um," Mickey said, doing his best to control his tone of voice. Quin tapped the back of his calf prompting him to move closer to the table. It allowed Mickey to prop himself on the surface and to also give Quin more access to his cock. Quin responded by pleasantly rubbing his balls in thanks. "My garden," Mickey said, finally finding the words to answer Duke's simple question. "I have a garden," he repeated. "Though, I buy a...few...from the supermarket."
"Is that so?" Duke asked. "I've been thinking about picking up gardening as well. Can you give me some tips?"
"Oh I can definitely give you a tip," Mickey said, pushing his cock forward deeper into Quin's throat. The orca responded with a throaty groan that was drowned out by the whirring of the blender. "Make sure you have the right set of tools and use them accordingly. Like a good hoe, for example." Mickey lowered his head and placed it atop Quin's head. "You need a good hoe to till the land. When swinging it, you have to make sure to grip it tight or else it'll fly off if you're not careful." He grabbed hold of Quin tightly and began to discreetly move his hips forward. He was careful enough to not rock the table. Quin's head was just bobbing back and forth, his face practically getting smashed by Mickey's crotch. The bull's thick cock was bobbing in and out of him and if he wasn't so used to sucking on cock he would have probably suffocated. "Then..." Mickey grunted, feeling his balls ache painfully. "Once you're done...you have to choose the right seed to plant. If you're a beginner, I'd suggest you use pumpkins. They're easy to handle for a first timer." Quin reached forward to fondle the bull's large balls. They were fat and laden with seed, almost as big as the vegetable Mickey was talking about. Quin wanted to have those balls slap his ass again but that would need to wait for a different time. "Once you get that going, you're going to have a nice pumpkin to get some juice from." Mickey felt his cock stiffen and throb, informing him of his coming climax. "That juice...is going to be...really sweet and tasty," he said, his body shaking slightly from the explosive climax.
Quin was met with rightfully fresh and hot spooge straight from the tap. He drank it all down, making sure to not waste a drop of it. But the sheer excess was way too much and a few escaped from the sides of his lips. It smelled of male masculinity, something Quin had a hankering for and wanted more. Throughout all of this, Mickey did his best to maintain his composure. It was shockingly difficult to keep a straight face as his eyelids flickered ever so slightly and his eyeballs threatened to roll towards the back of his skull. This was a strong orgasm and it was just from a blowjob. He actually felt himself still hard despite emptying a large amount of cum straight down Quin's throat. If they were in a more private space, he would have grabbed hold of Quin and fuck him again but he had to be civil. Instead he just discreetly took hold of his underwear and covered himself.
Duke remained completely unaware of the entire escapade, instead on his phone and typing down notes based on what Mickey had just told him. By this point, the blender had finished and the dried fruits Mickey had placed were now nothing but a thick sludge. The bull returned to business and drained it all into a cup. Quin crawled away from underneath the table and appeared beside Duke, wiping the sides of his lips.
"Here you go," Mickey said, handing the drink over to Quin like nothing happened.
"Thanks for the tip, Mickey," Duke said, smiling at Mickey.
"Oh you're more than welcome," Mickey said. "Feel free to come visit again. It gets lonely here at my shop," he said. Though he was more so looking at Quin by the latter statement instead of Duke.
"We'd be happy too," Duke answered. And with that the two excused themselves, leaving Mickey by his lonesome. It was only a minute or so later did Mickey realize that the two drinks Duke and Quin ordered weren't paid for. He would have been angry about it, but he was more so angry at the fact that he was left with a raging boner that wouldn't go down. A blowjob wasn't enough to satiate himself. This was going to be a long day at the beach.
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The encounter with Mickey served as the catalyst for more promiscuous adventures for Quin. There was something exciting about doing something so taboo, even more so with the thrill of getting caught red handed. Was it wrong? Perhaps. But Quin was too far gone to stop himself. The delight was just too much to resist. The next encounter was when Duke invited Quin over to go watch a film. There was this indie movie that caught Duke's attention and he wanted to go see it. The theater was small, one of the few in the area that was fortunately showing the movie. Due to screening being limited, matinee showings were the only ones available. Normally Quin would have declined the offer, the movie wasn't in his taste, but Duke was insistent in wanting him to go.
"Thanks for coming with me," Duke said as the two walked away from the ticketing counter. "I really wanted to see this movie."
Being so early in the afternoon, the theater was empty and bare. It was actually kind of odd to see a place normally bustling with activity be as empty as any cornershop store on a dull day. The fact that the floors weren't stained with soda spills was also unsettling. Quin could actually hear the popcorns popping by the concession stand, something he would normally be unable to hear due to the crowd of people loudly chatting with one another on a typical day. "I figured you wouldn't go if you didn't have anyone to go with, and that would have been a letdown given how much you loved talking about the movie."
The movie in particular was titled 'Noble Tasks: A Royal Visit', where in the plot centered around two nobles venturing out to visit a foreign kingdom and getting themselves entangled in the state's affairs due to plot contrived reasons. The budget was fairly minimal but critics praised it for its well crafted story and lovable characters. The poster was front and center, featuring the two main leads: a blue dragon and a black triceratops. Rumors of it being picked up to become a full blown cinematic blockbuster were already floating around. Quin walked forward to get a better read on the text on the poster when someone bumped into him.
"Oh, sorry!"
"It was my fault. I wasn't looking at...Quin?"
Quin found himself staring at a black stallion who stared back at him through their rounded glasses. It took a moment for Quin to recognize the equine fully. The lightly combed mane was kept in place by a baseball cap. The slightly disheveled t-shirt combined with a jacket that was an attempt in fashion. Not to mention the wristwatch that had a faceplate of a popular comic book character. The latter was the deadringer. "Trent?" As soon as the name was uttered, the memories flooded back to Quin. "Trent! It is you! I hardly recognized you!" Quin remembered Trent as his highschool nerdy friend who was in front of computers all day. The type of person who quoted movies endlessly, he mostly kept to himself and his small circle of friends, with Quin being the most exuberant out of all of them. How the two ended up forming a friendship despite their vast differences in personality back in the day, was a question only the furry gods would be able to answer.
"Quin!" The equine beamed. "It's been so long! How are you doing?"
"I'm great!" Quin responded. He then looked at Trent more fully. The equine seemed taller than when they last met. And wider too. Trent's attire looked a size too small for him, based on how much it was desperately trying to contain his biceps despite being fully relaxed. Puberty did the boy well. This was definitely not the nerdy classmate Quin remembered from his yesteryears. "You look...different!"
It was at this point that Duke joined the two of them. In his hands were a bucket of popcorn and soda. "Hey Quin, I got us the...hello, who is this?"
"Oh, uh," Quin cleared his throat. "Duke, this is Trent. He was a highschool friend of mine. Trent, this is Duke, a friend of mine. I'm just here because he paid for my movie ticket."
Trent smiled and waved. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Duke said. He then noted the wall on the clock. Show time was about to start. "We should get inside the theater."
Since it was a matinee showing and an indie film to boot, no one was at the theater except for the three of them. The three of them sat down in one row, a seat apart from one another.
"It feels like high school all over again," Trent said, sitting down on the comfy chair.
"How have you been doing anyway? Why are you here watching this movie?" Quin asked, grabbing hold of the bucket of popcorn that Duke handed over.
Trent paused, visibly wondering whether he should answer the question or not. "I'm doing this so I can have a review posted on my blog."
"Oh!" Quin responded. "That's good to hear."
The lights began to dim and Duke shushed them. "Guys, quiet down. The movie's about to start."
The initial credits began to roll and the surround sound speakers of the theater blared loudly, immersing the three of them into the world and story of the characters. For what it was worth, it wasn't a bad movie. The characters and premise were interesting but it just wasn't to Quin's tastes. He was interested in something else entirely. As the film continued and the music began to play as the call to adventure for the main characters on screen started, Quin's hand embarked on its own adventure. The theater seat's armrests were movable and Quin got his out of the way to make what he wanted to do easier. He then leaned towards Trent and reached outwards, placing his hand on Trent's lap. The equine noticed it but didn't think much of it.
It was only when it moved again, got close to his crotch, and gently squeezed his flaccid cock did Trent think that Quin had other ideas in mind. "What are you doing?" he asked in a hushed voice, thankful that the movie was in a section where the characters were in a bar, thus loud environmental dialogue was playing.
"I'm kind of bored," Quin responded, his mischievous smile visible underneath the dim light coming from the screen. "Come on, it'll be fun."
Trent wanted to relent, but knowing Quin, there was no point in trying. Quin was too much of a stubborn person. Normally Trent wouldn't do something so risque but since they had the theater all to themselves and it was dark enough, he threw caution to the wind. He unzipped his fly and pulled down his underwear, letting his slowly stiffening cock out to play. Despite being at half mast, it was already impressive, making Quin's mouth water. He needed that cock in his mouth. But to do that, he needed to get close.
"I'm going to move for a bit," he said loud enough to get Duke's attention.
"You alright?" he asked, visibly concerned for the orca.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think the spring in my seat is busted."
"Do you want to sit here instead?" Duke said, beginning to move his backpack from the empty seat next to him.
"Nah, keep it there," Quin answered. "I can just switch here," he said, and scooted on the empty seat next to him, conveniently now closer to Trent.
"Sure thing," Duke said, smiling at him before turning back to the movie.
It was a simple lie but it was all Quin needed to get closer to Trent. And all the more better now that he was closer to Trent's cock. The equine had covered himself discreetly with his jacket to prevent Duke from seeing his nakedness. Quin for his part went to work quickly. His free hand wrapped itself around the equine's stiffening erection and got to work. Trent did his best to remain quiet, focusing on the movie in front of him and not the fact that someone was giving him a handjob. His excitement however was being turned up a notch. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they were doing it so brazenly. His cock began to spurt out large amounts of pre, enough to coat his and Quin's hands completely. Trent was thankful that it was a dark room and the speakers drowned out the lewd sounds coming from his crotch. The last thing he wanted was to be reprimanded for such outlandish behavior.
"You guys want popcorn?"
Trent felt his blood go cold. He looked to his left and saw Duke offering him the bucket of popcorn he was eating from. Thankfully the shark wasn't looking at their general direction and still had his attention focused on the screen. "Yeah, sure," Quin answered nonchalantly." He grabbed the popcorn bucket. Using the hand that was soaked in Trent's precum, he grabbed a few kernels and tossed it into his mouth. Trent felt his cock throb at the sight. "I love the taste," Quin said. Then he lowered his voice. "But I want more."
Quin placed the bucket of popcorn onto the empty seat and stood up discreetly. An action scene was happening in the movie and it was exciting enough that Duke was completely absorbed by it, not noticing what Quin and Trent were up to. By this point, Quin had dropped his pants to his knees, exposing his plump cheeks to Trent who marveled at the beautiful assets in front of him. Quin was wearing a jockstrap, the elastic waistbands perfectly framing his buttcheeks. The orca then gently sat on Trent's lap, his ass cupping the equine's throbbing member.
Trent glanced at Duke from the corner of his eye. The man was engrossed in the movie, eating popcorn every once in a while and clearly no longer with them. Trent would have been the same. The movie was something he was actually looking forward to. But Quin's asscheeks made it difficult for him to focus on anything but the orca. "Fuck..." Trent muttered under his breath, letting out a low neigh and hoping that Duke wouldn't hear them. A healthy spurt of pre escaped his cock, some of it even getting on the back of Quin's shirt. At this point however, Quin didn't seem to mind.
The movie reached a fever pitch. It was the climax of the movie. The two main leads were on carriages, chasing after another carriage due to some plot reason that Trent couldn't remember. The point was, it was action packed and the camera was bobbing up and down to match the pace. It was disorienting yet felt terribly appropriate. Trent and Quin were matching it themselves, with Quin beginning to bop up and down Trent's stiff rod. The equine at this point decided to throw caution to the wind. He grabbed hold of Quin and began to furiously hump him, his thrusts becoming erratic and uncontrolled as he wanted to ram his cock far up Quin's ass. For Quin's part he did his best to muffle the sounds that were coming out of his mouth. But Trent was too much. Quin's ass managed to move past Trent's medial ring and he was taking the entirety of the stallion up his ass. The pleasure was intense and he was unable to help control the moans that were coming out of his mouth.
They were only thankfully drowned out by the blaring of the movie theater speakers. Explosions were happening on screen. The protagonists have managed to defeat the villain and were now making a run for it. Apparently the villain had one trick up his sleeve: he had set up a bombs. Bright lights one after the other blinded them, enough to blur Duke's vision who was staring straight at the screen. If he wasn't, he would have seen the outline of Trent frantically fucking Quin a seat next to him. Another boom, and this was when both Trent and Quin reached climax just as the movie as well. Trent emptied the entirety of his balls into Quin's hungry ass, the orca just sucking it all in like a black hole. Neither of them cared how noisy they were getting or how rowdy their fucking was. Just that the pleasure and thrill was out of this world. Quin's ejaculation spewed outwards, jetting itself onto the empty row of seats in front of them. It was a mess and was thankfully obscured by the darkness. By the end of it, both were tuckered and completely spent. Just in time for the movie to begin rolling credits.
"That was amazing!" Duke cried out ecstatically, clapping his hands. He turned to look to his side and saw Quin sitting on Trent's lap. The equine was red faced but was blocking his lower half with his jacket. "You guys okay?" Duke asked, noticing the oddity of their positions.
"We're good," Quin remarked. "The sudden explosions scared me."
It was a bold faced lie that fortunately someone like Duke took at face value. "Did you guys see that explosion though?"
"Oh yeah, I did. I felt all of it," Quin remarked, though he was referring to a different kind of explosion. He could still feel Trent's cum dripping down his ass and down to his legs. He was thankful that Trent's jacket was long enough to obscure their obscenity.
"I knew this movie was going to be good. I even felt the chairs rocking," Duke continued. He was going to say something else then he felt his loins stir. He then took a sharp breath. "Excuse me for a bit, I need to go to the bathroom. I drank too much of the soda." He said sheepishly. "I'll meet you guys outside?"
"Oh yeah, sure," Quin responded.
Duke took off faster than anyone can move. It was hard to stop someone who really needed to go. Quin and Trent just looked at each other, with Trent completely and utterly baffled at how they were able to get away with all of that. Quin just shook his head and got off the equine's now deflating cock. Bits of his cum dribbled out from his exposed ass to which he quickly covered up by putting his pants back up. "Let's do this again sometime."
And with that Quin left Trent, the equine's glasses slumped over his face as he was still reeling from the turn of events.
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Being fucked by someone while Duke was in the same room was like the ultimate turn on for Quin. It was the highest of the highs and anything beyond that was just very aggressive foreplay. The moment with Trent was something Quin wouldn't be able to forget and much like a drug addict, was desperate for his next hit. Unfortunately for him, life got in the way. Both Quin and Duke found themselves busy for the coming days, separated from each other as their respective jobs kicked it up a notch. There was an event being held at the beach thus Quin had to work extra to make sure that the beach was safe for the coming people. Duke was in the same situation, having to be more focused on his job as they had something big coming down.
The distance only made Duke more fonder for Quin and was thus keen on spending time with the orca the next moment he could. He found the next moment when a friend suggested they could go to the gym together. Couples spending time at the gym was common and the best motivation to get into shape was having someone right there with you, either suffering or enjoying the physical activity. Duke used this as his chance to get fitter. Being stuck behind a desk was making him feel stagnant and thus why he wanted any excuse to move despite his body being lazy and telling him otherwise. Duke assumed he was going to have to convince Quin about the idea of going to the gym together but to his surprise the orca was onboard immediately.
"I'm surprised you seem excited to go to the gym," Duke remarked as the two of them headed down the street.
"I've been going to the gym for a while now," Quin answered. "I need to stay in shape for my job after all." That was partially true. The other reason that Quin went to this gym was for the eye candy. Sun-Kissed Gym was located not far from the beach; it was just a few blocks down and a street over. Most of the patrons were locals, and the majority of them went to it to make sure that when they went to the beach, they had a proud body to show off. From college students wanting to burn the excessive calories from eating nothing but junk foods to parents wanting to recapture their youth once more, everyone was welcome to the gym and the atmosphere was supportive; afterall being healthy was important!
Quin was a regular and already knew what to do. Duke was the complete opposite. Despite his enthusiasm, this was his first time going to the gym. He knew how the exercise machines work, how to operate the treadmill, and knew how to lift weights. But he didn't have a program in mind; a structure to follow and guide him on his journey to health. Which was why he opted to get himself a trainer.
"You know, I could train you myself right?" Quin asked, remarking on Duke's decision.
"I know, and I appreciate it, but I figure you'd want to focus on your own exercises."
That was true. Knowing how to exercise is one thing. Passing on the knowledge was a different matter entirely.
"Are you Duke?"
Duke and Quin turned around to the sound of the voice. Duke smiled and greeted who he assumed was going to be his new trainer. "I am!" Quin on the other hand was left dumbstruck. Standing in front of him was who Quin assumed was probably the largest dinosaur he had ever seen. Duke's trainer was a T-Rex, standing a few heads tall, and clearly didn't forget to eat his vegetables. He was wide as a wall and as sturdy as concrete. The white polo shirt that served as his uniform could barely contain the rippling muscles underneath it. His sleeves looked like they were under extreme duress in just trying to contain the mountain of muscle that was his biceps. The guy looked like he could beat the Rock and turn him into a pebble with a simple flick of his fingers.
"Nice to meet you, Duke. I'm Adonis, I'll be your trainer." He extended out his hand outwards to give Duke a firm handshake. The shark noted how small his hand was in comparison to the larger man's. Adonis's eyes turned to look at Quin. "Is he your companion? Oh, I believe I've seen you around here."
"I'm a regular," Quin answered, eyeing Adonis up and down. Like a magnetic attraction, Quin felt compelled to be with the man. And as his eyes trailed down and noted the behemoth bulge that was outlined in the trainer's sweatpants Adonis wore, it only cemented Quin's desires. Duke and Adonis excused themselves, moving ahead with the planned regime for the beginner. It took a moment for Quin to compose himself and go on to his own exercises. Though that didn't stop the orca from watching the two from the corner of his eyes. Looking at Duke and Adonis was like looking at a before and after picture that you'd see from an infomercial. Duke was the poster child of someone that looked average. Adonis was the complete opposite: perfect, muscular, and his sex appeal was oozing. Staring at him was enough to stir Quin's loins and even more so to have that itch in his ass that only a fat and hung cock would be able to scratch. Quin wanted it. No, he needed it.
The orca made his way towards their side of the gym. They had now moved to simple weight training and Duke was having to lift small weights to help ease him into it. The shark was doing his best, feeling very proud that he was feeling the burn in his arms with each curl of his arms. Quin placed himself next to them, at the conveniently located bench press. He gave them a courteous nod and began to affix some weights to the barbell. A moment or so later, he was lifting some modest weights up into the air. Quin could see Adonis's eyes flicker towards him and as Quin expected, the dinosaur walked over.
"Lifting today, huh? Do you need a spotter?" he asked.
Quin honestly needed more than that but it was a start. "Yeah, but I hope I'm not intruding or anything."
Adonis waved a dismissive hand at him. "Nah, you're good." He looked at Duke who was a few paces away from them, looking very focused at what he was doing. "Duke is doing well enough to handle himself."
Quin then began to lift the barbell up and down, the weight something he can easily manage. "Are you new here?" Quin asked, wanting to start a conversation. He liked hearing Adonis's voice.
"Yeah, I just started work yesterday."
"How did you know I was a regular then?"
Adonis smiled at him. "I'm a regular here too before I got brought on as a trainer," he answered. "I've seen you around. You've got good form. You're a lifeguard right?"
"Did you use to work as a detective?" Quin asked.
"Nah, I just saw you in the showers once and noticed the tan marks of your swimsuit."
Quin smirked. "You stare at asses as a past time then?"
"Only specific ones," Adonis responded with a knowing look. It was at this notion that Quin knew they were on the same page. "You like the view from down there?"
"Maybe." It was the best view. Lying down on the bench press allowed Quin to stare straight up at the ceiling. But instead of the ceiling, he was greeted with the sight of Adonis's bulge blocking out a significant portion of his eyesight. It was a miracle that he didn't poke someone's eye out with it. The imprint was just enough to give Quin a good idea of its rough size. And the estimates were proving to be very enticing.
Adonis looked to Duke who was now toweling off and taking a swig of his water. "So you and Duke, are you together or something?"
"We're just seeing each other," Quin answered. "Getting a feel for one another, that sort of thing. Why'd you ask?"
"I was just curious. I'm surprised someone like you would give him the time of the day. I figured you'd be interested in someone bigger."
"He has his qualities," Quin responded. He then lowered the barbell, feeling his arms ache slightly from the exertion. It was at this point that Duke joined the two of them, with him looking to Adonis on what to do next. By now the gym was becoming emptier, save for a few scant people who were finishing up on their exercises. It didn't take long for the three of them to be by their lonesome at the exercise floor. Adonis directed Duke, with Quin following behind, to the mats nearby. With their exercises done for the session, they moved to the final section of the exercise routine: cool down.
Adonis allocated some space for both him and Duke, with Quin setting up next to them to join the session. "Alright, now that we're done with the session, this next exercise is very important. It's key to always cool down after long periods of exertion."
They started off with simple head tilts, holding it in place and counting up to sixteen seconds. Then the shoulders, followed by the arms and slowly but surely making their way through the rest of the body. They eventually got down to the mat and began to do some stretches. It was almost like yoga poses. Duke curled up into a ball, focusing on getting the aches in his lower back to finally unwind itself. Quin meanwhile hiked his ass up, following the pose to that of a letter A. It was difficult to maintain and he nearly toppled towards the side but was saved by Adonis holding him in place. Quin used this chance to ease back into the dinosaur, effectively rubbing his backside up onto Adonis's crotch.
"Careful now," he said nonchalantly, taking note of Quin's advances. "You don't want to hurt yourself."
"I like to think I know what I'm doing," Quin added, shaking his hips ever so slightly. The feeling of Adonis's bulge pressing against this ass was enough to make his legs tremble. Duke was beside them, clearly unaware of the blatant flirting the two were doing to each other. He was just focused on getting his exercises out of the way and getting that one section of his to finally free from the painful aching. It didn't take long for him to move onto his next position which was mostly lying on his abdomen on the mat and stretching his arms outwards. The position was so relaxing that exhaustion of what he had been doing all day came rushing at him. The idea of closing his eyes a little didn't seem like a bad idea.
Meanwhile, Quin and Adonis were getting rather bold with each other. They were so enwrapped into their own little game that they forgot that Duke was right there with them. At some point, all pretense of being coy was thrown to the wayside seeing as they clearly knew what the other wanted.
"You seem tense," Quin said, his hands going lower to cup Adonis's lower half that was slowly coming to life. "I think I can help you with that."
"You sure?" Adonis asked, his eyes glancing at Duke who at this point had clearly fallen asleep on the mat. "What about your friend here?"
Quin answered by squeezing Adonis's bulge through his sweatpants. The dinosaur let out a low groan. "I need someone bigger," Quin answered. "He's not enough for me."
"And if he wakes up?"
"Let him watch," Quin answered. "It'd give him an idea of what I really want from him."
It was like throwing a match to liquid gas. Quin was devious, Adonis thought, and while he wasn't aware of what exactly was going on between the two, he didn't really want to know either. At that moment, all the blood in his brain went to his cock and it was becoming harder to think of anything but to breed that bubbly ass. "Get to work then," Adonis said commandingly.
Quin felt his entire being shiver. He loved the way Adonis ordered him. He loved that in a man. Someone that was in control of the situation, knew what they wanted, and knew how to get it. It was such a stark contrast compared to someone like Duke who was lying on the floor, fast asleep, without a care in the world. Quin got on his knees and pulled down Adonis's sweatpants. He was greeted to the sight of a yellow jockstrap that looked a size smaller than it should be. Adonis's oversized balls plopped out, the fabric doing a bad job at containing the man's assets. Quin's eyes grew to the size of saucers. He had hit the jackpot. How he had missed someone like Adonis in all of his sexual escapades was a mystery.
He leaned forward, pressing his nose straight into the fabric. The musk alone drove his brain into overdrive. It made his mouth water. Adonis grabbed hold of his head and pressed it even further into his crotch, smirking proudly. "Yeah, that's right. Service me," he said. Quin didn't need to be told twice. The orca got to work, unwrapping his present from the fabric that confined it. Adonis's cock flopped outwards like an elephant's trunk. Quin's expectations were correct: it was long, thick, fat, and looked like the juiciest piece of flesh he had ever laid eyes upon. It met his expectations and then went above and beyond. It was difficult to stop himself from just going crazy over it. He trailed his tongue across it, reveling at its exquisite taste and peculiar shape. The veins that ran across it were like small bumps and humps that his tongue had to go over. Adonis breathed heavily, loving the way Quin used his mouth to the fullest. He almost felt his eyes roll towards the back of his skull when the orca swirled his tongue on his tip. That was when he knew that someone like Duke was being wasted on someone like Quin.
The oral was great but they both knew that this was just some very messy foreplay. It didn't take long for the clothes to fly off and Quin had his back onto the floor, his legs tucked up and secured behind Adonis's neck, and the tyrannosaurus rex burying himself balls deep into Quin's bubbly ass. Quin didn't even bother to keep himself quiet. There was no point. It was just the three of them in the gym by this point. And if there were others still hanging around, he wouldn't mind having some fun with them as well. Just as long as they didn't get in the way with him having fun with Adonis's cock.
Duke wasn't sure what woke him from his impromptu nap. It was either the loud guttural moaning coming from Quin or the lewd slapping of skin against skin. Whichever it was, it was enough to stir him awake to get his bearings back in order. "Damn, sorry guys, I fell asleep..."
Words failed him at that point on. The scene before him just shocked his system. It was just something he wasn't expecting. Adonis was balls deep into Quin. At first he thought he was dreaming but a few moments of blinking informed him that this was reality. He looked to Quin for an explanation but found the orca's eyes had glazed over. He was clearly lost in the haze of pleasure and excitement from being railed by Adonis. It was the dinosaur that noticed his confused expression.
"Oh, you finally woke up," Adonis remarked. He grunted, opting to relax for a bit even though he was still buried deep inside Quin. "I hope you don't mind. I figured I could fuck your friend while you were fast asleep. It seemed like he needed it."
"Y-you...what?" Duke managed to sputter out, still confused at what was transpiring in front of him. He wasn't sure where he should be. Should he leave? Should he stay? Should he be angry? The shark was just overwhelmed.
Adonis decided to pull out, a confident smirk on his face as Quin's ass tried to hold on tight to his cock but failed to do so. He stood up proudly, Quin lying on the floor, limbs in a tangled mess and still clearly unable to think straight. The only thing on the orca's mind was cock. Adonis let out a snort. "I was right. He clearly needs a better man."
Duke was caught off guard. "Excuse me?"
"I don't think a baby dick like that would ever make someone like Quin happy," Adonis said coolly. He motioned to the erection that was tenting Duke's shorts. By all estimates it was fairly modest. But being compared to Adonis's herculean cock was just a recipe for disaster. It was clear to both men in the room that Adonis had the bigger peen. And he was aware of this fact. It enraged him. He wasn't going to let himself get treated like this. "Now listen here," he said as he began to walk towards Adonis. "I don't know what the hell is going on here but I am not going to let you stand here and..." But whatever he was going to say afterwards was cut off as Adonis got the better of him. With a simple shove, Duke fell down the mat. He felt the wind get knocked out of his chest. The man just shoved him! How dare he! He tried to stand but was unable to as Adonis planted his feet firmly on his chest, not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to keep him in place. "Like I said," Adonis said, looking down at him. "Stay there, and watch how a man fuck." He then released his hold on Duke, with the shark feeling a large weight get lifted off of him.
Duke then watched as Adonis laid down on the floor and Quin crawled over towards him. Adonis's cock stood up like a spire, aimed straight at the heavens. If it weren't for the fact that it was so impressive, Duke would have thought it was comical. Did Duke enjoy this? He wasn't sure himself. His body was reacting though. It was difficult to avert his gaze as Adonis practically fucked Quin senseless. Quin's ass bounced up and down, two mounds of flesh acting like putty as Adonis slapped them in random intervals. His cock pistoned in and out of Quin's backside, pushing inwards and spreading the orca as wide as he would ever go. "Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock!" Quin cried out. Adonis's balls slapped at his ass so hard it would undoubtedly leave a mark. Duke didn't even think that was possible. Whenever he and Quin had sex, it was far more slow and loving. This was like watching two animals overcome with a need to breed. To top it off, Quin was having the time of his life.
"Yeah, fill me with your big cock!" Quin shouted. At some point Quin had got the sense that Duke was watching them as he called out to the shark. "You better watch closely, shrimp dick. This is how I want to be fucked!" he cried out.
Duke sat there, left out and unsure of where to put himself. He didn't need to watch this. He didn't need to be subjected to this. And yet he couldn't avert his gaze. It was like watching two professional people go at it like crazy. Various sentences were uttered by the two going at it, ranging from cries of pleasure, to words that defiled Duke's manliness. "Fuck, your cock is big. Duke can never compare," Quin said in between heated breaths.
"Yeah, that's right," Adonis added. He then briefly sat up to look at Duke. "Take notes, squirt, this is how you fuck. You grab by the ass like this and thrust. You own this ass. You take it." He emphasized his notion by appropriately demonstrating what he just described. "Then again," Adonis said out loud, briefly stopping in his thrusts. "I'm not sure you have it in you."
The words were hurtful and stung for Duke. It was humiliating! What was even worse was that the entire situation was turning him on and he was confused as to whether to be disgusted at this reaction from his own body. The lewd display eventually came to a finale when Adonis picked up pace and began to fuck Quin relentlessly. The rhythm was thrown off and their momentum was all over the place. It was a sign that they were both racing towards the end. Duke watched as Adonis's cock throb mightily before unleashing what looked like a torrent of cum straight up Quin's ass. Ropes upon ropes of white hot seed emptied itself inside Quin to the point where even Duke could feel it just from the pulses the man's member did right in front of him. Quin was crying out like a wild animal, a mixture of curses and pleas of pleasure. They both rode out their orgasms, clearly high as a kite and living life to the fullest. Duke was just there, a passive observer who was clearly not participating in this lewd display. Or so he thought, as the display was so intense that Duke felt a sudden rush of sensation well up inside him. His legs buckled and he collapsed onto the floor. He was confused at what was happening to him up until he saw the wet spot on his shorts. He had ejaculated hands free. The entire display was so stimulating that he didn't need any physical stimulation whatsoever. Watching was more than enough.
It took a moment for the three to collect themselves, with Adonis the first to stand up. He slapped Quin's ass, visibly smiling to himself as he admired his own handiwork. "Meet me at the showers in case you want more," he said to Quin. He just smirked at Duke who was staring at the behemoth of a cock that was swinging between his legs. "Why don't you come and join us, shrimp dick? Or do you only have one bullet in you?" he asked, before letting out a hearty chuckle to himself.
Shrimp dick? One bullet? The words echoed endlessly inside Duke's mind. He felt broken, used, and abused, which was saying a lot given that Quin was just a few paces from him, the orca's backside leaking copious amounts of cum. Duke glanced at Quin. The orca's eyes had glazed over. It was clear that his mind was broken, but in a different sense. Quin clearly wanted Adonis's cock again. And he wasn't going to let anyone stop him. Duke felt useless. He felt his fist ball up in anger. Quin's words echoed again inside his head. It felt painful.
What was he to do now?
**Author's Notes:
This was a very interesting commission for me as I have never really written cucking stories before. I think it turned out good though.**