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The two saadjeet chuckled as they watched the gulls on the shore pick and fight over some scraps of food that were carelessly left out by other beach-goers. The larger, more athletic male wore a pair of loose-fitting jeans, heavily worn from working in construction. His shirt was fresh silk and the top two buttons were lazily left undone.

The smaller male wore no shirt, and had a pair of knee-high shorts on. His body much more effeminate--a modest chest, thin, lithe waist that flowed outward and downward into some wide, sexy hips and thighs that made many females jealous. His form was a elegant hourglass that would have even straight guys taking a second look. The smaller males scales were a bit darker, bolder green, while the built guy was more of a lime. Both had vibrant, eye-catching crests of feathers running down their head to the tip of their tails, though the feathers length shortened considerably from their head to the neck, the rest of the feathers short and fluffy, a wide array of technicolour glory.

Their race, having spent many a millennia in mineral-rich zones and having mineral rich-diets, have unusual eyes--glowing amber orbs have tendencies to make other races more complacent and open to suggestions... or commands. The Sarabjeet were able to infiltrate into the other's mind and poke and prod about in their cerebral functions, having used it in more primal days to seduce and ensnare prey for food.

Right now the two guys grin and think nothing of this past, Narshik, the lime male, pointing to a dirty seagull and licking some ice-cream from his muzzle. "Look, that one came from the McDonald's dumpster. it's such a glutton," he snickers.

Bristal giggles as he takes a slow, long lick of his icy treat and nods in agreement, "Either that or Pizza Hut. Have you seen behind their counters? Makes you wonder how they pass health inspections," he says, leaning suggestively back against the metal railing that separates the beach from the concrete sidewalk connected to a parking lot. Narshik tilts his head and peers keenly at the bird of mention, then points out a fry stuck under a wing. "Nope, its Arby's. Look, curly fries," he says, then laughs loudly. "We were both wrong." He chuckles.

Bristal looks around and notices as the sun sets, more and more fur's are leaving, the few humans at the beach having left long ago, their delicate skin not really suited to this beach, the white sand glaring back up at their soft bodies... similar to the soft body of Bristal.

Narshik tilts his head and sneaks a glance at his good friend, noticing how attentively the smaller guy is licking his treat. The pink ice-cream looks a lot like a phallus now. The male almost seems to purposefully curl his tongue around in sensual ways, flicking it over and slipping it back in his muzzle, as if to steal the delicious cream from its source.

Bristal glances up and grins at his friend. "Thanks by the way for buying these. Not as good as some treats, but you know, great nonetheless." he says with a soft giggle, glancing *straight* down at Narshiks pants, more notably, his crotch. Where the pants bulged slightly outward, not because he was aroused, but because that guy was packing some junk that would make anyone think twice before riding his thick rod.

The lime male tilts his head, fully catching the look he gets and speaks up, "Well, you know, if there are any other delicious treats I could get you, name them and I'll see what I can do." he says. Bristal seems to ponder this, taking his time licking a few more times at his ice-cream before moving his lips all the way down, and devouring the whole thing, waffle-cone and all.

Narshik blinks and a low blush emerges from his cheeks. "Damn... do you even have a gag reflex?" he asks aloud, looking a bit taken aback.

Bristal smiles, then makes a pained face, holding the back of his head. "Mmph, brainfreeze..." he huffs for a moment before calming, the uncomfortable sensation passing, and him replying to the rhetorical question. "Nope, have 'practiced' plenty enough times that i can pretty much take anything in my muzzle...." He grins and wiggles his hips. "And under my tail," he adds, the mood shifting more and more from innocent to sexual, his glowing eyes looking into the other males, and pushing a thought across the distance, a simple image, fueled by instinct, knowing it would affect the breeder.

Narshik's blush intensifies as he receives it, an image of himself buried balls-deep in the femmy-boi's tailhole. It passes quickly, but the damage is already done. "Oh fuck..." he mutters, having been bi-curious for a while, but not having expected his very gay friend to do this to him. Bristal runs a hand up and down his hunkier friends chest and stomach. "C'mon... it'll be fun... practically nobody's here..." he says lowly, gesturing to the indeed empty section of beach. "Plus... i have been meaning to see if the girls I hang out with are full of shit about what's in *this* treasure chest..." he murmurs, now playing with Narshik's zipper.

The lime male bites his lip and glances back at the parking lot, then down at his friend, blinking in surprise as the boi is already on his knees looking pleadingly up at the athletic male. "Fuck me..." he groans, getting a gentle nuzzle to his heavy equipment.

"No... fuck *ME*" Bristal insists. "Hard, deep, and without holding back..." he whispers. The boi rests his foreclaws on his lap as he artfully tilts his head. Taking Narshik's zipper into his gangs he gently pulls down. The bigger male is in the perfect position to see the smaller's tail sway back and forth as Bristal purposefully shakes his ass.

"Fuck... yessss..." Narshik hisses, resting his arms on the railing behind him. His hindclaws grip at the sand as he try to mentally prepare himself for this, having heard a couple stories of how good his friend was at sucking cock, and even riding cock. Bristal was slightly notorious of milking guys dry like a cum-addicted slut.

Narshik bites his lip as he feels the femboi's muzzle push into the opening of his pants. The dark green male's tongue slips around his balls--Narshik always having gone commando, enjoying the freedom and situations like this remind him of the special perks of doing so. His heavy orbs are pulled into Bristals hot, wet, waiting muzzle. His cock pushes hard at the inside of his jeans, and rubs against the side of Bristal's muzzle. The femmy male's gaze returns to his athletic friend as he gives a king's treatment to the Saadjeet's cum factories, suckling gently. His tongue lavishes them with special attention, seeming to know zones to make the bigger guy squirm.

Several minutes pass. The sun lowers right into Narshik's eyes. He as to close them or look away as the fiery orb lowers to the sea, as if to dunk itself and cool off after a long day of making the planet hot.

He sure was getting hot and bothered, needing some relief as his cock surges painfully against his pants. The male's hindclaws claw at the sand as he stands there, having his balls sucked by his friend like it would save the world. "B-Bristal... Bristal... I... suck my cock already..." he growls, claws gripping the metal pole as he demands his needs.

Bristal grins broadly, having been waiting for the male to declare his wants to the femboi fuckslut. His lips slowly pull off the now-glistening and polished testes. a whore couldn't do better. "Yes sir..." he whispered, nuzzling deeper into the dom's pants. His hands now rest behind his back, clasped together, enjoying the feeling of working this big hunk up with nothing but his oral skills. He loves the feeling of being under someone's command, of being used. It make him so hot, his own cock tenting his shorts as he curls his long tongue around the *thick* ebony shaft of Narshik's favorite appendage.

Bristal's muzzle slowly pulls the cock from its denim prison, and then pulls a third of it comfortably into his muzzle, his eyes widening as he looks at the log of throbbing, black meat. It had to be over a foot long, and at *least* three inches thick, his jaw having to open, and his lips pressed firmly, stretching slightly as he suckles at it. Oh, this would be a challenge for the little slut, but he would suck and make this guy blow a hot, gooey load down his throat, bragging rights entailed for sure. Narshik growls and reaches his right foreclaw down to cup the back of his little sluts head, nodding. "All... of... it..." he growls, "You started this, you better fiiii---"

His words are cut short by the eager muzzle. Bristal's throat opening up as he pushes his head down, seeming to try to swallow the thick phallus to the root. Copius precum surges from Narshik fat tip, being milked down the tight throat as his lips glide further and further down the throbbing length, his eyes screwing up as his breath holds. His trained gag-reflex is tested as he feels his throat bulge, having to adjust the angle of his head to get it all in.

But there! His lips were now kissing the hunk's sheathe, not a single millimeter of ebony flesh was left out of his muzzle. Bristal holds himself like that for several moments, then looked up, grinning like a fool around the cock at the look on Narshik's face. The look like he just went balls-deep into the most virginal cunt he had ever sampled.

"Oh... oh primals yes..." he huffs, letting go of the sub's head and returning his claws to the railing, looking euphoric, dizzy, and pleasure-drunk already.

Bristals throat ripples several times over the log of meat before the male slowly pulls his head back, his lips firmly sucking at the cock; spit-polishing it to a high shine with his own personal lube. Narshik's face screws up even more as he gets the feeling of withdrawing at the agonizingly slow pace. His length hard as steel as it is slowly released from the little slut's muzzle.

Bristal pulls all the way back, sucking in a deep breath through his nose as he gets the cock out of his throat. He pulls off with a loud 'pop', grinning as he strokes the meat now with a foreclaw. "How did that feel, big boy?" he whispers sensually.

Narshik shakes his head, "F-feels like... feels like i just... unngh, feels like i need to rail your fucking ass." he growls, looking down at the male, and looking surprised as his pants suddenly hit the sand. The little bitch had unlatched his button with one claw skillfully when he wasn't looking. Bristal stands slowly, both claws coming up to the shirt the Athletic male is wearing. "Oh, you have VIP access to my tail," he whispers.

When he was taking the cock into his throat, Bristal was shimmying his shorts down. Now that he is standing, they fall to the sand, leaving him naked as he was born, that full, glorious ass for the sun to see. The skilled slut lifting Narshik's shirt up and off, the two Saadjeet now naked. Narshik pulls the femboi's muzzle to his own, locking lips and kissing fiercely, tasting his own flavour, it turns him on that this guy just was sucking his cock. The only flaw in Bristal's plan was he didn't get the load down his throat like he originally intended, but he knew with the voraciousness of this kiss he would make up for it with getting his tail pumped like a grade-ass whore.

Narshik leaves them both breathless after pulling back, his ebony cock pressing firmly to Bristal's stomach. The femboi's own, smaller cock, cute on his body, grinds against the Dom's heavy balls.

"Now that you're properly lubed and polished, i think its time you take what's rightfully yours... hmm?" Bristal whispers, turning around and leaning against the railing. He bends over and spreads his legs, back arching high. His wide hips and full ass fully presented. His claws firmly grasp the middle bar of the railing, keeping his back nicely lowered, perfect position from what he heard Narshik likes; face down, ass up.

Narshik growls as he moves behind his friend. He kicks his pants aside as they try to trip him, a bit focused on the *FINE* piece of ass before him. he blinks in surprise as he starts to stretch that tight little hole... finding its already lubed, and feels like it could easily stretch over his cock. "Fuck... do you always keep yourself ready to be mounted?" he wonders aloud as he pulls his heavy equipment level with the tight pink ring of muscle between those beautifully scaled asscheeks.

Bristal moans as he feels the thick cockhead nestle right up to his entrance. The male shakes his head. "N-no... just when i think i might get lucky," he says with a grin, glancing back. "I could ask if you always keep that monster so tastefully clean for blowjobs." Narshik grins and solidifies his position, the sand making it slightly difficult. "Yes I do, I clean myself thrice a day." He bites his lip. "My favorite part of my body. Would be unfair to anyone else if they had to taste filthy cock, right?" he asks.

The construction worker gives Bristal no chance to answer. Instead of waiting for any coherent words he thrusts his hips forward. Narshik lets out a strangled growl at the tight, smooth ass grips over his thick jet-black breeder, burying himself halfway.

Bristal lets out the sluttiest moan as his hips roll back, forcing Narshik's tool to glide deeper, "Nnghyessss..." he moans. "Just... th-thereeeee...." His voice pitches high with a whine as the tool easily massages his prostate. His cock throbbing underneath his body, leaking precum onto the white sand below.

Narshik takes a deep breath and thrusts again, burying himself balls-deep. He grins as the image Bristal gave him from before seems to be almost like a premonition, a deja-vu, as everything about this scenario seems perfectly in synch. "Fuck yes. This ass... is all MINE!" he declares, grinding purposefully into the wide hips as he grips them firmly. The pads of his claws pressing up and down from his waist to thighs, relishing the feel of this fembois tight innards.

He lets them both grow accustomed to the position for several moments, grinning as the time passing seems to make the bottom whimper and squirm, the feeling delicious around his thick tool. "Unngh... fuck me... please... fuck me..." Bristal whines, "This is torture..." The sub's own rock-hard-on throbbing painfully as he does his best to egg the hunk on. He gyrating his wide hips back into his crotch.

Narshik doesn't need much more suggestive movements, grinning ferally as he pulls back, and slams himself forward. He growls possessively as he takes the little bitch for himself. Thrusting harder and more powerfully, building a savage rhythm that makes Bristal cry out like a female in heat.

Narshik's hips rail soundly into the femboi's for what seems like hours. Just as the sun completely disappears with a brilliant emerald flash he feels Bristal cum, HARD. The little sub grits his fangs and lets out the cutest little whine as he unloads into the sand, his length throbbing hard as the continued assault into his tailhole brings him to a mind-crashing orgasm. The rippling over Narshik's cock driving him over as well, burring himself to the hilt as he fills his newest conquest with a generous load of seed--the creamy heat flowing deep into the slut's innards, making him shiver in wondrous delight. "Primals bless you..." he whispers as his insides milk Narshik's cock for every last drop of cum., "fuck... haven't been fucked so good in ages..."

The athletic male takes his time to recover from his orgasmic high. He lets out a deep, feral-like growl as he leans back, head tilted back. "Fuuuck... yessss... that... was awesome..." he groaned deeply as he starts nodding off. His claws massage the full ass before him, keeping himself firmly rooted into Bristal's depths.

They stay like that for another minute or so before Narshik looks down and grins at the sight before him, a extremely happy femboy on the end of his cock, "You know..." he says, "Being bisexual is amazing..." he says.

Bristal wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, "Was hoping to have you play for *our* team... but i guess if i brought you out of being bi-curious... its a start." he says, winking and shifting to stand up stiffly, letting out a soft whimper as the position makes the ebony tool inside him throb more against his sweeter zones. "You going to stay there all night... or what?" he asks, looking back.

Narshik grins mischievously and licks the sluts neck. "Why not?" he whispers, wrapping his arms around Bristal protectively, "With an ass and muzzle like yours, I would stay buried in you for days..." he continues, his deep voice making the boi shiver.

Bristal smiles and reaches between his own legs, back and massages Narshik's heavy balls. "Because we need to get home so we can clean up... and have fun later... besides, don't you work tomorrow?" he asks, kissing the Lime males bicep.

Narshik sighs and nods, "Yeah... well, at least i have you on booty-call." he says confidently.

Bristal blushes, not denying the fact he was secretly wishing he could be Narshik's little butt-slut, on call would be even hotter. The two gather their clothes, the depth of the load of cum inside Bristal makes the leaking not as bad, but they have to hurry back to Narshik's apartment, the two friends closer and 'friendlier' than ever before.