For the Love of Xbox
#3 of Other
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
It was about two am on a Saturday as Bryor, a twenty year old green lizard with long curly black head fur and thick black glasses, pulled the trigger on his Xbox controller. Laid back on the couch in his room, he wore a green T-shirt over his long sleeved green shirt and a pair of brown cargo pants. His foot-talons bare, he brushed them against his carpet as he licked his lips, hearing the guys on the other end. The controller in his lap, he let out a loud moan as a grenade went off by his avatar. "Dude, did you just moan?" one of the guys asked, but Bryor didn't hear him because he was too concentrated on his raging cock slipping out of the slit between his legs. His breaths got heavy as he started to grind the controller and his palms into his hardening length, "Oh yeah..." he muttered.
The scaly flicked his tongue out and licked his lips again. Panting heavily, he unzipped his pants and started to stroke his nine inch length with his right talon while holding the Xbox controller in the other. But the next time there was an explosion in the game, Bryor got even more excited, feeling a tingling in his tail hole. "Oh fuck!" he muttered as his talon slipped from his shaft and over his pulsing warm tail hole. Putting the controller in his lap and then taking off his glasses, his jaw fell open in a silent gasp as he forcefully shoved two of his fingers into his warm hole, fingering himself until he managed to hit that aching sensation in his butt. "Ungh yeah! Fuck me!" he moaned. "That's fucked up!" someone shouted. All of a sudden a large number of people signed off, even with eighteen minutes left on the clock...but a few stayed. Without realizing it, Bryor pushed the controller into his lap and his avatar shot of his gun. The vibration felt great against the scale's throbbing prick and his face nearly melted, his tongue hanging from his mouth. In seconds, he was turned around on the couch, tugging his pants down to his knees.
Turning the controller around so that it looked like a hook, Bryor lifted his tail and pushed the black plastic against his stretched pucker. Hissing through his teeth his chest rose and fell faster with each bit of the controller he pushed in. No warning came when his avatar was suddenly hit with the concussion of a grenade. He fiercely jerked his cock as the vibration from the controller sent an amazing sensation through his bowels. Huffing and bucking his hips uncontrollably, he reached back and grabbed a hold of the controller, pulling the trigger nonstop as he slammed it into his aching prostate. With each burst of his character's rifle, he panted as his insides tingled and he could feel his load building with the vibration.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Again and again Bryor slammed the toy into his hole and he pulled that trigger. It made his hole ache so much and his dick jump with excitement. All of a sudden there was a loud choir of explosions and he cried out as an air strike hit his location. Holding onto the couch as if he could lost control at any moment, the controller rumbled nonstop as he shot bullets of hot cum all over the couch until it was dripping down into the seams, "F...f...fuck! I'M CUMMING!" His toes curling behind him, Bryor stroked his dick with erotic frustration to pump out every little drop of jizz until he finally collapsed on the back of the couch, the Xbox controller still hanging out of his stretched hole.
After cleaning up and wiping off his controller, Bryor's cheeks were burning with embarrassment when he finally realized his head set was still on. But when he checked his Xbox dashboard, he noticed he had a lot of friend requests in his queue.
End