Naughty Neighbors
Naughty Neighbors
Everyday at exactly 1:30 p.m., Norman would go outside and tend to his yard for two hours. He would head out into the front yard and mow his grass if it was too long, cut off some of the limbs on the trees blocking his walkway, and plant some flowers into the flowerbed beside his house. Then he'd go into the backyard and focus on the garden he had been taking care of for several months now. Norman always grew things he could either eat or things that made his house flourish. Since Norman was a light green tyrannosaurus rex with blue stripes on him, he wasn't very fond of vegetables, and only grew fruit in his backyard, as well as flowers. Poinsettias, daisies, roses of all colors, dandelions--he grew them all. He even grew a few sunflowers that were as tall as he was. The dinosaur loved his garden and took care of it like it was a member of his family. Then again, it pretty much was, since most of his family had died when he was a teenager, and only his sister was left. A part of his brain kept telling him that he was obsessed with the garden, while the other part told him he only did it to take his mind off the stress of his life. There was also the tiny part that told him he was pompous and only doing all this gardening so he could show-off his house to everyone else in the cul-de-sac. Whatever the reason was, Norman truly loved that garden, being outside and exploring nature.
The dinosaur opened up his back door and took two steps outside, taking a long breath of the fresh air. It was a very sunny day today, but not humid. Perfect gardening temperature. He looked down in his left hand at the gardening trowel before heading over to his beautiful garden and smiling. There was a large patch of dirt left right in-between the bed of lilies and papavers. Today, he planned on planting some duranta and watering his flowers, plants and fruit. Norman sighed and got on his knees, pressing his heels against his butt cheeks. He started to dig through the patch of dirt with the trowel, bending over a little and stretching forwards further so he could dig another hole. The dinosaur was careful with his digging, knowing when a hole was too deep or too wide for the flowers to fit in. He reached into the pocket of his plaid shirt and took out a packet of seeds, ripping it open with his teeth and dumping a couple of seeds in his left hand. Then he sprinkled them into the hole and covered it back up with the soil, patching the hole down with both hands. Then he leaned forward and sprinkled some more seeds into the other hole before covering that one up as well. Norman noticed that there was another patch of dirt next to the sunflowers that had enough space for more flowers to grow, so he walked over to his shed and unlocked the door. After sifting through all the gardening tools and some bags of fertilizer and soil, he found a rectangular plastic flower pot full of pre-grown bellis daisies sitting on a shelf. He grabbed the pot, walked over to the patch in-between the sunflower, knelt back down, and started to dig a hole.
As he dug the hole, a set of dark blue eyes were watching the dinosaur with much anticipation. The scaley staring at Norman placed his left hand on the window and murred as he slowly dragged his claws down the glass. Norman's neighbor, Nylik, was a dark green dragon who was terribly shy and easily embarrassed about himself. The western dragon wasn't very attractive, or strong for that matter. He was a closet homosexual, unable to confess to anyone in his family about his dirty secret. He also got turned on very quickly, and all he had to do was see some fat fur or some fat scaley bend over and the next thing Nylik knew, he'd have a giant bulge in his trousers. In some cases, he'd run over to a dark alley and start masturbating. It was no surprise when he moved into Norman's neighborhood that he started to get turned on by the dinosaur as well. Norman was friendly, good-looking, hygienic, and had sleek scales. Nylik imagined more than once about eating right off his underbelly. The only problem was that while Norman wanted to be friends with Nylik, Nylik wanted only one thing: Norman's ass. Maybe the scaley was teasing the dragon; Nylik also saw him as a submissive partner. He knew that Norman wasn't married, but he never went around fucking every single male furry like all the other gay furries out there. Of course, Nylik wasn't sure if he was gay at all, but he had his suspicions. Not only did Norman have a toned, shiny ass and tailhole, but he never wore anything to conceal them. Every single day, Norman would go outside wearing nothing but a shirt or sweater, and hat on certain occasions. But he never wore pants, or underwear. It was almost like the dinosaur wanted someone to run behind him and pounce and fuck him right there in the middle of the street. But no one ever did. Sure, dozens of furries would glance at his fat rump, but that was it. However, Nylik didn't glance. No, he obsessed. Nylik couldn't deny it any longer. He just wanted to be with that fat, glossy ass so much. It glistened in the sun like obsidian. It was perfectly round and firm. It wasn't dirty or covered in pubes at all, and not a spec of dirt was located on it, or even in the tailhole. It was so ideal for Nylik. The dragon started fixating on his ass the first day he met Norman and shook his hand. As the dinosaur turned around to go back into his house, he tripped walking up his doorsteps, revealing his ripe asshole and light green buttocks to the dragon. He only got to stare for six seconds, but that was enough for him. Now, the dragon was obsessing over it. He wanted to do all sorts of dirty things to Norman's buttocks. Kissing it, squeezing it, licking the tailhole, sticking his cock through the gap in-between the buttocks, hugging it, pressing his face against it, massaging it, and more. He just wanted that ass so much. He dreamt about it on a weekly basis, fantasized about it while he ate breakfast. And yet, Nylik still felt ashamed of himself. He didn't want Norman at all, just his ass. He knew Norman was a very good and kind-hearted scaley, but he didn't give a shit. He wanted Norman's ass, nothing more. Nylik also knew that Norman wasn't some prostitute who would bend over and take it in the ass so graciously, because he wasn't some whore who went around expecting everyone to fuck him. The only reason why Nylik didn't call some male prostitute to his home was because most of them weren't clean, or didn't have an ass like Norman's. The dragon was also shy and too proud to succumb to such an option. But then again, he was standing there, staring at his neighbor's fat ass through the window like a Peeping Tom, resisting every fiber in his body to paw-off. He didn't want to take advantage of such a kind gentleman to fuel his own sexual desires. Nylik thought it be best if he just observed--obsessed from afar, instead of coming out in the open and fucking him right out on his lawn.
The dragon continued to observe, eager for the dinosaur to bend over again and lift his tail. He had a pot full of bellis daisies in one hand and was currently using his trowel to dig a small hole to put the flowers in. He was on his knees again, his heels touching each ass cheek very gently. Nylik pressed his muzzle against the window and murred softly again, staring at nothing but his fat ass cheeks, waiting for the dinosaur to bend over. Norman pulled the flowers out of the pot by the stems and placed them into the hole. That was when he bent over--not completely, unfortunately--long enough for the dragon to have a clear view of his shiny ass, the sun twinkling off each cheek. His tail was raised too, but Nylik didn't have a view of his actual tailhole, which disappointed him a little. He wanted Norman to bend over so his ass was pointing at the sky, so his tail was raised so far he could see every portion of his anus. Nylik closed his eyes and scratched at the window again, acting like he was a prisoner in his own house, unable to get the one item he desired most. All he needed to do was wait for the dinosaur to bend over, just once, for at least thirty seconds or more so he could fuel his ass obsession for the day. Nylik stuck a hand down his pants and groped his shaft. His cock was already throbbing, and his pants had a spot of precum on them. He really felt guilty using Norman as a way to stimulate him purely so he could masturbate, but damn...his cock just wouldn't quit. Norman had to bend over at any costs. Nylik was tempted to run into his garden and force him to bend over if he wasn't so shy and horny. But once the dinosaur was finished planting his flowers, he shouted something once he dropped something on the dirt. The bag of seeds he left in his shirt pocket fell out and spilled dozens of seeds to the ground. The dinosaur got off his knees and bent over to grab them all, raising his tail in the process.
He bent over, thought Nylik. Oh my God, he fucking bent over. His ass was right there, in his face as though the dinosaur was mooning him in broad daylight. He could see his balls swaying a little in the breeze, which were also clean and pube-less. But he didn't care about his testes; he cared about those luscious, bulbous buttocks, and his asshole. He was doing this on purpose, Nylik told himself. That son of a bitch was teasing him, taunting him every fuckin' day by strollin' around wearing no pants or underwear. He was a narcissistic sadist who brandished his balls and ass around like they were trophies, tempting all the furries and scalies around him to fuck him. But no, everyone was fearful of the consequences. No one wanted to rape the individual or pleasure his buttocks. No one wanted to walk into his house, drop something on the ground and mistaken his cock for whatever they dropped. He knew how everyone in the cul-de-sac thought, so he tortured them all just to fuel his sick mind games. Yeah, that's what it was, thought Nylik. Just look at him, shaking his rump in my direction like his ass were greeting me, encouraging me to just walk over and pounce when he least expects it. Fucking nerve of the guy! He knows I'm watching him. He knows I enjoy this. He knows that by showing off his ass while I'm locked away by my shyness and this window that I can't just walk over and confiscate the one, most precious gift that I want...the one thing that could make me the happiest closet gay dragon in the world. Why...why must that asshole torture me like this? Nylik's thoughts were rattling around in his brains like an angry colony of bees in a beehive; he couldn't stop or control them. He wanted them to stop. He wanted to hop over that wooden brown fence of Norman's and fuck him right then and there. But he just...he couldn't do it. It was so tormenting to the dragon that he was on the verge of crying. Lucky for him, his hormones kicked in and Nylik turned around, yanked his pants down, and started masturbating. Furiously. He couldn't stand the torture any longer. Perhaps Norman truly knew that the dragon was watching him. Perhaps he knew that the dragon would succumb to his horny demands and would start fapping until his dick was torn off. But Nylik couldn't spend all his time wondering why the dinosaur was torturing him. He was just focusing on cumming all over the floor. Nylik groaned loudly, emitting a sound that nearly resembled a wild animal bellowing or braying. He thought about that lithe dinosaur shaking...no, rubbing his ass all along his muzzle, smothering his face up his butt. He thought about licking that ass from cheek to cheek, coating it with his slimy saliva. He thought about pinning the scaley to the ground, tying him up with some nylon rope, lifting his tail to reveal his ripe asshole, and then sticking his thick cock into his hole, fucking the dinosaur silly.
He thought and thought and thought and thought until he screamed and jolted spontaneously. He looked down at his cock and noticed it was throbbing and dripping with cum. He also noticed that there was a large stain on his carpet that looked like he spilled milk...a lot of milk. Nylik exhaled and stared at the large stain before turning back around to observe Norman gardening again. He wasn't bending over anymore, unfortunately, and he was standing behind a bunch of boysenberries, so Nylik's view was obscured. The dragon sighed dejectedly before he walked away from the window and sat down on his bed. God, he wanted to touch that ass...he wanted to touch that ass so much. No, no, he had to touch it. He couldn't stand this pain any longer, not knowing what it felt like to massage the smooth buttocks. He was gonna talk to Norman as soon as possible. He wasn't going to stay locked up in his room any longer, masturbating to what was not even five yards away from his room. One way or the other, he was gonna grab that ass.
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Somehow, the day passed by deathly slow, and Nylik spent all day fantasizing about Norman and his luscious butt. While he was eating his BLT during lunch, he imagined that Norman had sat on his sandwich to keep it warm. During dinner, he imagined that Norman was sitting right on his lap, letting his balls and ass cheeks graze his waist. Before going to bed, Nylik could've sworn he saw Norman behind him in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, bending over and flaunting his buttocks around. And, not so shockingly, when Nylik went to bed and started to dream, all he could see in his mind were those fabulous, sleek butt cheeks pressing against his nose. He even had a brief dream where Norman was hundreds of feet tall, and he sat down right on top of the dark green dragon. Nylik also wasn't surprised when he woke up in the morning and noticed his sheets were damp and a bit sticky from the wet dream he had. And to think, not even 24 hours had even passed yet. However, once it was 1:30 p.m. again, Nylik saw the green dinosaur in his backyard again, tending to his flowers. Only this time, Nylik didn't obsess from afar. He walked down the stairs, went outside, and headed over to Norman's gate. He hesitated at first, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times, apprehensive about what Norman would think of him, before he made a fist and knocked on the wooden door. Right then, Nylik started to sweat and wished that he checked his appearance in the mirror before heading outside. But it was too late now, so Nylik just had to hope that Norman accepted his current attire. The dragon heard a few clunks from the other side of the gate before Norman opened up the door with a loud creak. As always, he wasn't wearing any pants or undergarments, so his balls and flaccid dick were exposed to Nylik. He was wearing a plaid shirt again, but it had a yellow design to it instead of a red one.
"Oh! Hello, Nylik!"
"Hey, Norman."
"How are you doing today? I usually don't see you around the neighborhood anymore."
"I've been...busy, Norman...very busy."
"Ah. You just struck me as a loner, that's all."
"I guess I am..."
"Do you wanna come in and see my garden?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
The T-rex stepped aside and let Nylik walk through the door before he closed the gate and locked it back up. Nylik started to glance around Norman's backyard, taking note of all the fruits and flowers he had planted in the area. He had to admit that the garden looked lovely, but that wasn't what he came for. The dragon turned around and looked at Norman's butt for a moment before he turned around and began to walk around the yard.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"Oh! Yeah, it sure is." said Nylik, still not paying attention.
"You ever just find a hobby that you love to do so much that it almost becomes an obsession of yours?"
Nylik didn't say anything and simply shook his head.
"Really? With how long you stay locked up in that house of yours I figured you spend all your time playing some Internet videogame like World of Warcraft. Anyway, whether or not I like to admit it, I really love my garden, a helluva lot more than most gardeners should."
"You're obsessed with it?"
"I guess. But it's a healthy obsession, not one that is taking over my mind and controlling my life."
"...There are different kinds of obsessions?"
"In my eyes, yes. There are the obsessions you have to take your mind off of something in your life, probably like a tragic accident. Then there are the ones you have that revolve around your life, but you can easily quit if you wanted to, but don't. There's also the obsession where you would literally die if you didn't get what you wanted, the kind of obsessions you see in young teens who hang themselves if they didn't get the game they wanted to complete their entire collection."
"Oh," said Nylik, realizing that he would go into the category of those teens who hang themselves when they don't get what they want.
"So, what categories would you fit in?"
"The obsessions that I can quit if I wanted to despite the fact if you hurt my garden I'll have no problem ripping your throat out."
Nylik's eyes grew wide.
"HAHA! I'm just joking, Nylik. We're neighbors, and although we don't know each other very much, you've been nice to me. Anyway, I suppose that there's also the obsession of trying to block out a horrible memory."
"Oh...care to explain?"
"I prefer I didn't."
"All right then."
"So, why else are you here? You wanted to ask something, get to know me a little better?"
"That's...yes, I would like to get to know you better."
Nylik started to nervously rub his right arm up and down with his left hand and began to sweat again.
"Well, um...I was wondering...if-if you're not too busy, maybe we could...go on that hike together?"
"What hike?"
"I remember a while back you told me about these annual hikes you take up into the forest for a couple of days so you can see the beautiful waterfall shining in the sun. You said it's...it's very peaceful...very quiet. I'd love to spend some time together in such a serene area."
"Heh, and here I thought everyone forgot about that whole thing. You really want to go on a hike with me?"
"Sure."
"Wonderful! We can go later this evening if you'd like, or right now even. I don't have anything important to do besides tend to the garden, and I think it'll be okay if I'm gone for a couple of days."
"...That's great. I'll go get ready then!"
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Part of Nylik still felt guilty that he was going on this hike purely so he could get closer to Norman's ass. He felt like he was taking advantage of him. He actually felt ashamed that he was doing all of this, and was coming close to telling the dinosaur about his secret plan, but the dragon was walking behind Norman, not in front of him. Everytime he thought about confiding to the scaley, he glanced down at his jiggly rump and all those shameful, degrading thoughts were replaced with those of lust and devotion, and obsession. Goddamn, just look at that thing, thought Nylik. It's just sitting right there, waiting for me to grab it. It's taunting me again; it knows I want it, and it knows it's connected to a kind individual who won't tolerate a game of Grab-Ass. If...if only I were placed in a situation where I could just slap them...just once...even if it was by accident. Christ, why must it taunt me so? All I wanna do is just touch it...just brush up against it at least once. That's all I want. If I could just have that one wish...then everything will be complete.
"...and over there is a cavern of Lycanthropy. As the name suggests, it's a cavern associated with a ton of werewolves. I ran into a bunch of them last year around Halloween, so I wouldn't be surprised if they came out again this year. They actually weren't as bad as I thought they'd be. Some of them were very kind, although they were very messy and didn't have any table manners. It was a bit weird when they invited me to dinner and I was the only one who didn't cram the food into my mouth and talk while my maw was full. But they sure knew how to make damn good meat. Anyway, after I left the cavern, a few of them said goodbye and I parted ways, but they told me to make sure to avoid their rival cave clear across the other side of the forest. The leader told me all of them were hostile and loved to waltz around raping and eating any lost hikers or cubs they find. Since I walk around wearing nothing but a shirt, I take much consideration not to walk anywhere in that region? Last thing I want is for some smelly Lycan to pin me down and sodomize me until my bowels burst."
Nylik wasn't paying any attention. He was still busy staring at the T-rex's buttocks. Norman turned around to see what the dragon was doing, but all he saw was a scaley with wings staring down at the forest floor.
"Nylik, are you listening to me?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, sorry. Guess my mind just went blank right there."
"You sure you're okay Nylik?"
"Of course! Why-why wouldn't I be?"
"Because we've been hiking for nearly an hour now and you haven't said more than three sentences."
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little..."
"Shy?"
"Well, there's that and..."
"And what?"
Nylik was going to spill the beans right then and there. He wanted to tell the truth to the dinosaur--he really did. But he knew if he did then he'd shatter a potential relationship with a fellow neighbor who didn't tease or make fun of him for being a loner, shy and not having the proper physique. But right when Nylik opened his mouth, Norman tripped over a blunt root sticking up out of the ground. He wasn't hurt, but in the process of tripping, Norman lifted his tail and revealed that ripe tailhole to Nylik yet again. His pupils dilated and he lowered his jaw, leaning forward so he could stare at the ass cheeks that were so shiny they sparkled like diamonds in the sun. The dragon murred silently and licked his lips before he opened up his hands and approached the T-rex's butt, ready to pounce. Unfortunately, Norman got up before Nylik could attack, and he had to put his hands back down towards his sides.
"Damn, I really gotta watch where I step."
"No kidding. Don't want to get a thorn stuck in your footpaw, would ya?"
Norman nodded his head and continued to lead the dragon up a steep hill covered in brown, crunchy leaves. The dragon could hear the sound of water rushing and knew that a tributary or lake was nearby. After walking up the hill for fifteen minutes, their backpacks growing heavy by each passing step, they arrived to the peak of the hill. Norman stood on the top of a large, gray and black rock and sighed triumphantly as he looked at the sunset, and the waterfall ahead of them. Nylik stood next to Norman and looked at the rushing water with his mouth wide open before staring down at the end of the falls and the forest surrounding it. The sound of the falls was so fierce and calming at the same time. The dragon was actually mesmerized by the crisp water plummeting to the river below and the tranquil, yet roaring sound of the water rushing down the cliff. Nylik almost forgot about Norman's ass completely, until he saw something twinkle in the corner of his left eye. He glanced over and looked at the dinosaur, who was standing on the rock with his back turned, his balls and buttocks in Nylik's face. His obsession (and boner) grew yet again and the dragon leaned forward so he could stare at each ass cheek as it shined briefly in the light from the sunset. Nylik couldn't help himself anymore and began to drool and ponder hard about what he should do with that ass, the bulge in his trousers seemingly noticeable. But he didn't care, because come nightfall, the dragon would get what he wanted, and he'd finally sleep right next to that fat ass of Norman's.
"Just look at it, Nylik. Isn't it just wondrous?"
But Nylik still wasn't listening, hypnotized by the dinosaur's glutes. Norman noticed this much more quickly than before when he was talking about that Lycan cavern, so he slowly turned his head around and caught Nylik glaring at his ass cheeks with a stupid grin on his face and drool falling out of his maw, as well as the bulge in his trousers. The T-rex finally knew why he wanted to go on the hike and why he hadn't been paying attention to anything he was saying. He was fixating on his flabby ass the whole time. Norman should've known; it was so obvious. Out of all the furries and scalies in the cul-de-sac, he never suspected the neighbor next door to his with a window overlooking his garden. God and he just remembered all those times he bent over with his ass in the air, or when he got on his knees and sat on his heels while putting some seeds into the soil. Nylik must've been watching him the entire time from his window, murring and rubbing his shaft as he fantasized about doing dirty things with his ass. Norman thought about giving the dragon his comeuppance, but then he thought hard about it and realized that Nylik was a timid dragon, who had a good heart, but an unhealthy obsession. Even though Norman was just as kind as Nylik was, he could be devious when he wanted to be. And right now, he wanted to play with the dragon, see how long it took before he finally confessed his obsession to him. Norman dug inside his breast pocket and dropped his compass, which make a loud clink. The dinosaur swore to himself before he groaned loudly and bent over, sticking his ass out in Nylik's face as he raised his tail.
"Damn, seems I dropped my compass." muttered Norman.
Norman began to tease the dragon and shook his buttocks a little to entertain and make the dragon give in to his relentless temptations. But Nylik knew he couldn't, not now, not right here in front of the dinosaur. He gasped and placed a hand down his pants before stopping and taking it right back out. C'mon, thought Nylik. Just pay no attention to it--don't look at it. Focus on the waterfalls. Norman exhaled loudly and bent over even further so Nylik's nose was inches away from dabbing his tailhole. The erection came back the second he saw the dino's ring pucker a bit, but Norman finally got ahold of his compass and stood back up, placing it back into his breast pocket.
"I got it. C'mon, let's keep going, shall we?"
Nylik let out a short grunt that someone would've thought came from a zombie as he nodded. The scalies trotted along the bank, making sure not to step into the river so they wouldn't get carried down the falls before Norman took the compass back out and looked at what direction he was headed in.
"So, uh...where we going?"
"Seems we're heading west. If I'm right we should arrive at the ancient tree in a matter of two hours. When we get there, we'll rest for the night."
"Okay. Hey, weren't you saying--"
Norman stepped on a blunt rock and dropped his compass (intentionally) into a hollow log.
"Oh, darn! Seems I dropped my compass again!"
"...I could...get it for you..."
"Nah, that's alright," said Norman, taking off his knapsack.
"I got it."
The T-rex walked over to the log and grunted as he bent over and threw half of his body inside the rotten wood, leaving nothing for Nylik to see except for his genitals, ass, tail and legs. Once again, Norman shook his ass and raised his tail so the forest green dragon could see his precious buttocks. Nylik gasped again as his boner pressed against his pants, so big and long that it was beginning to hurt. A small splotch of pre had appeared once again and was beginning to grow larger by the second. He put his hand back his pants yet again and began to masturbate, but he shook his head violently and removed his hand. He knew he had to stop, but his goddamn horny urges and that obsession of his got in the way. Norman grunted as he started to get the compass, but he still couldn't quite grasp it, so he leaned forward even more, and wound up shaking his ass in Nylik's face yet again. And his tail was raised, leaving nothing unnoticed. That was it. He had to confess this to Norman right now. The dragon walked over to the T-rex and sighed pleasantly, raising his hands as he prepared to grab Norman's plump butt cheeks.
"Ah, there we go!" said Norman, picking up his compass.
"...Norman?"
"Yes, Nylik?" he asked, turning around.
Nylik put his hands down. "I...uh...you know how you were talking about obsessions earlier, right?"
"What about it?"
Nylik started to nervously rub his arm up and down again. "Well...I do have a...weird obsession..."
"Really? Of what?"
Nylik started to blush. "You...um...well, I-I-I...I um..."
"What?"
Nylik didn't answer. He just looked down at Norman's groin as his green cheeks grew even redder. He grunted and shut his eyes before he felt the boner in his pants again.
"Your...your anus." said Nylik, so meekly that the sound of a pin dropping could've drowned out his voice.
"My what?"
"I-I'm sorry, Norman, but I just can't stop looking...I can't stop staring at your ass. It's just so...so round and spherical, so shiny and precious. I-I...I want it, Norman. I want your ass so much I-I just don't...I don't know what to do. Everyday I stare at you in that garden, watching you plant your seeds and bend over and raise your tail until you just...and then I-I stare at it until I..."
Nylik stopped talking because just the thought of what he did last morning was coming back, and he was seconds away from turning around and fapping in front of Norman.
"But-but now that I've told you, I know I won't get it anymore. I'm...I'm sorry, Norman. You're a really, really nice scaley, and a handsome dinosaur, but I don't think I want you...I just want your ass."
Nylik held his head down in shame and started to walk away, but Norman grabbed his hand and brought him back. He chuckled.
"I wasn't sure you were gonna tell me."
Nylik's cheeks turned back to normal and his fear of how Norman would react was suddenly lifted. He was also a bit angry.
"You knew this whole time?" he growled.
"Not exactly. Well, not until back when we were at the waterfall and I saw you literally drooling over my ass."
"This whole fucking time you knew?"
"Let me finish," said Norman, holding up his hands.
"I talked to a few of the residents in our cul-de-sac and some of them said that you have a very unhealthy obsession with buttocks. One of them even said that they went up into your room and saw this little shrine in your closet of some clay buttocks model, and if I looked at all your pornography on your computer, it'd be full of all porn involving bare asses and sodomy. I also noticed that while I garden, I see you looking at me through your window. Even though I wave and smile, you never say anything or wave back. You never visit me or even say hi to me while I walk down the street."
"So, what, everytime you garden, you purposefully dropped all those seeds and bent over just to see when I'd crack?"
"You try holding all those damn seeds that are smaller than your fingernail! It's not my fault I'm clumsy!"
Norman sighed. "Anyway, I've had my suspicions, but I never knew until back at the falls."
"...And I guess you see me as some disgusting freak now."
"Not really, just a desperate scaley who's too shy to go out and ask or obtain the one thing he desires. The thing is, Nylik, you're not the first furry or scaley to come over and say I have a great ass, but you may be the nicest one. The reason why I don't date anyone is because a majority of the furries and scalies who say that they want me, don't really want me. They just want my ass, or my balls or my cock."
"So you're tossing me into the same category as them?"
"No, no Nylik. The difference between you and all the others is that everyone else lied and said that they wanted me, but they didn't want me. They wanted all my sexual aspects, nothing more. And when I said that I wanted nothing to do with them, they kept pestering me about it. It got so bad I even had to move away just to avoid them. The difference between you and the others is that not only have you not lied about your obsession with my ass, but you're willing to end your obsession because you think it compromised a future relationship."
"...So you're not angry?"
"Well, I am agitated that you didn't just come out and tell me straight up that you like my ass, but at least some good came out of this, and at least you aren't the type who'd rape me just to get what you want. This is why I don't have any boyfriends: they all just want my ass or my cock, not me."
"So we're friends?"
"Here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna give you what you want, and I'll let you play with my ass, rub it, lick it, shove your face in it, whatever. But don't think that after today, we're boyfriends or any of that stuff. At best we'll be fuck-buddies, or in your case, ass-buddies."
Nylik smiled widely. "That's all I ever wanted."
Norman grinned. "In that case, you should get started."
The dinosaur stood out in an open area of the forest before he bent over and sighed heavily, raising his tail.
"I'm waiting." he said, in a sudden suave and sexy voice.
Nylik didn't even bother waiting for one more second. He didn't let the entire anticipation bottle up and explode. He just ran over to Norman's sweet buttocks and got to his knees, moaning so happily he thought he'd start crying. Nylik raised his hands and sighed calmly before placing each one on a buttock. Nylik giggled like a child getting the lollipop his mother promised him before he sighed again and started to move them up and down. They were so soft and smooth, like silk or leather. Nylik squeezed both of them a few times and giggled again, enjoying the texture of each smooth buttock. He rubbed them some more, groping them as gently as possible and murring as he scooted closer to them. Then he grabbed Norman's waist and hugged him, grabbing Norman's testicles as he pressed his face against both buttocks. The dragon sighed again and began to move his head up and down, feeling the smooth scales brush up against his right cheek. Nylik was so content he didn't know what to do. A small tear ran down his face as he squeezed both ass cheeks once more, admiring their squishiness. Then Nylik moved his face closer to the dinosaur's asshole and dabbed the tailhole with his nose. Norman winced a little before shaking his ass in Nylik's face once more. The dragon opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, finally getting a taste of Norman's butt. It was so pristine, so fresh; Nylik could barely even taste the musty flavor of it. Even better, Norman's butt wasn't sweaty or greasy or gross, and it smelled so much better than anyone would anticipate. It didn't smell like shit or a bottle of musk. It was simply a tame odor, one that Nylik easily managed to cope with. Another tear fell down the dragon's face as he slowly began to lick Norman's asshole up and down. He was going very slowly, making sure he wasn't slopping or making a mess of the situation. Nylik heard the dinosaur murr and he was beginning to grow horny as well. Both of them were now--Norman was having a dragon rim his immaculate ass while Nylik was finally filling his obsession tank. He still felt a bit sour that he was using the dino just to get rid of his sexual urges, but he didn't mind, so Nylik didn't either. The dragon resumed rimming the dragon's ripe and almost fresh smelling asshole until he heard Norman murr again. Nylik teased the dinosaur by grabbing his testicles and fondling them in his hands, groping the hairless orbs gently. Norman moaned softly and grabbed his growing phallus. The dinosaur began to rub his smooth cock back and forth very gently and murred again as he closed his eyes. Nylik moved his head forward and began to lick Norman inside his actual rectum, grazing the rectum walls with his slimy tongue and cleaning out his anus. Shockingly, the inside of Norman's ass wasn't foul-tasting or rife with dry fecal matter either. Nylik began to wonder if he hired a professional ass groomer who massaged and cleaned out his butt on a regular basis. It just seemed impossible for anyone to have an ass that sanitary, especially when Norman never wore any trousers. But he stopped thinking about it so much and continued to lick the dinosaur's tailhole.
Norman was masturbating slowly, murring with a grin on his face as he heard the dragon lick his asshole. He really thought that Nylik was a nice, young dragon--timid and socially awkward, but nice. Besides, he definitely knew that he could start some kind of relationship with the scaley. Not a serious one, obviously, but something that went beyond a common friendly relationship. One thing was for sure: that dragon sure knew how to rim someone clean. His tongue wasn't coarse or long, but he did notice that it was very wet and slimy; bit of a con in Norman's list, but he didn't mind. The dinosaur started to rub his cock vigorously now as it began to throb and ooze a bit of precum. A small trickle of it was gradually coming out of the glans and he murred loudly now, moaning as Nylik rimmed his pristine derriere. Nylik moved deeper into his anus now so his entire tongue was inside his rectum, moistening the walls and making them gooey. The dragon slapped Norman's plump ass cheeks again and started to squeeze them before he noticed that he had a boner of his own...again. The T-rex moaned euphorically and began to paw-off harder now, letting out vocal moans while Nylik squeezed his meaty rump again. Norman was nowhere near as happy as Nylik was. He had no idea what it felt like to get the present he had been asking for since he was two-years-old twenty years later. But he knew that the scaley must've been weeping with glee. All those months he wasted away in his little room, staring at his glorious hind day-in and day-out, wishing to get a taste of that ass by any means necessary. And now, he was finally retrieving one of the things that mattered to him most. Norman moaned again and started fapping faster once Nylik's lingua began to tickle and stimulate him even further, causing his hormones to rage. Goddamn, this kid sure knows how to rim, thought Norman. Nylik moaned in a muffled voice as he rubbed Norman's luscious buttocks and the erection in his pants grew so long that it hurt. He wanted to unbuckle his pants and fap alongside Norman, but he didn't want to let go of his ass. He wanted to treasure the butt cheeks for as long as he lived. He wanted to claim them as his own just so he didn't have the risk of anyone else taking them from him. So he continued to lick and please the dinosaur, making him masturbate furiously. Norman let out a deep, but still vociferous moan that almost sounded like a short roar. More pre was leaking out of the head of his dick and dripping onto the ground. The dinosaur was going to cum soon, and perhaps afterwards they could head over to their tent to have some more fun. Norman screamed and roared this time when Nylik place his tongue so far into his anus he could've sworn the dragon was cleaning his colon. That did it. Once the dragon's sloppy tongue crept deep into Norman's rectum, the dinosaur grunted and came all over the ground, squirting five thick splotches of semen on the grass. His cock throbbed a couple of times before Norman moaned ecstatically again and sighed, letting go of his dick and watching as the erection started to rescind.
"FUCK! Oh, God, you sure do know how to give quite a...a lovely rimjob, Nylik."
Nylik heard what the T-rex said and stopped licking his tailhole, standing up and letting go of his buttocks so Norman could turn around.
"I...practice..."
"Practice?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"All right. ...I see I'm not the only one who's excited right now."
Nylik glanced down at his erection (and the spot of pre that had bled through the fabric of his pants) and blushed before giggling meekly.
"No...you're not."
"Nylik, I don't see why we can't continue having some 'fun' back at our tent. We are gonna be out here for another 48 hours."
"But-but I'm not what...I'm not what some furries would call..."
"Dominant?"
Nylik nodded. "And judging by what you were just doing, I'm pretty sure you're submissive too. I don't see how two submissive reptiles can have sex without it being a bit...awkward."
Norman and Nylik stared at each other for a long time, noticing the sun disappearing beyond the horizon and the crickets and fireflies that had come out of hiding. Norman finally shrugged.
"We could try."
Nylik stared at Norman for a moment before the dinosaur turned around and grinned, bent over, raised his tail, and shook his ass in front of Nylik.
"Okay!"
Nylik and Norman ran off to their tent. They were in the woods, alone and away from society. And they had another 48 hours to go before they went back home. Plenty of time for some good ole fashioned sodomy.