Sometimes, it's Worth it
~"Come along they said, it will be fun they said." Grumbled the irate looking toucan as he glared down at the phone clutched between his feathered hands.
"Last bloody time I let them take me anywhere, who even gets matching tattoos of people that you gossip about behind their backs?" The bird mumbled angrily, feeling terribly uncomfortable in the tattoo parlor that his drunken 'friends' dragged him too. He was alone in the waiting room, sans a scruffy looking fennec behind the counter whose ears were adorned with many rings and barbells, but the fox was too busy flirting with someone on the phone to even notice the bird.
The buzz of tattoo guns meant that he was still in for a wait, so he simply settled into the worn and beaten arm chair he was in, tugged his flatcap over his eyes and tried very hard not to storm out of the building but the toucan was already at his wits end. Before he could leap out of his seat and deliver a loud "Fuck this" to the air, the sound of heavy footsteps stopped him. From behind a black courtesy curtain appeared an elephant. No, much too hairy to be an elephant. A Mammoth? Good lord, what's mammoth doing this far south. The toucan realized he was staring up at larger man with his beak agape before he shook himself free from his trance, finding something interesting to look at on the floor. The mammoth only had a hearty chuckle before shuffling around under the counter, ignoring all the not working the fennec was doing. The toucan's cheeks felt hot under his feathers, grumbling internally as tried to counter his embarrassment with anger.
"Yo, you with that group of drunks?" Said the mammoth, his voice deep and pleasant.
"Huh? Oh, yeah...Unfortunately." The toucan jerked his head back up at the mammoth, easily demanding his attention. "What did they did they break?"
"Nothing," the mammoth smiled a little. "Just one decided he didn't want his drinks that bad and gave them back, all over my bathroom floor."
"Damnit...Sorry man." The toucan wasn't sure if he should offer something at this point.
"No worries." The mammoth's smile faded as he smacked the lazy fennec in the back of the head and ordered him to clean up, which the fennec trudged off to do with a begrudging growl.
"So why aren't you getting tattoos with your friends?" Asked the mammoth, leaning his heavy frame on the counter.
"Friend is a strong word, and that's simple, I don't like them that much." Said the toucan bluntly.
The mammoth laughed, his wide smile returning. "Then why are you here, just playing D.D?"
The toucan nodded and sighed regrettably. "Yeeeah, I couldn't let them kill themselves, or anyone else."
"Ah, you're a good friend, one I wouldn't take for granted personally." The mammoth said, idly playing with the ring on one of his short, thick tusks, which were etched with a geometric design. "Say, how about I give you a little body modification, on the house because you are such a good guy."
"Um wait, what?" The mammoth was already on his way behind the black curtain, not waiting for the bird to protest. The toucan found himself following the bigger man, mumbling sorry excuses as the buzzing of the tattoo guns got louder. As he followed the mammoth, he saw a patch of whitened fur and flesh under his sleeve. When they got to the mammoth's work area, the bird's curiosity got the better of him.
"Uh, what is that? On the back of your arm."
"Oh this?" The mammoth rolled up his sleeve and looked back at his bicep. "A brand, got it a long time ago. Wanna see the whole thing?"
Once again before the toucan could respond, the huge mammoth was shirtless and had his ripped back to the bewildered bird. A geometric design, same as the one etched on his tusks, was burned into the mammoth's shaggy brown fur, starting at the back of his neck and ending somewhere below his waist. The thick bodied male flexed and posed a bit before turning back to the toucan, a broad smile under his trunk as he clearly surprised the bird.
"Like it?" the mammoth didn't bother with putting his shirt back on, enjoying the attention of the still staring bird.
"Um, yeah it looks really...Awesome." The bird gathered himself again, stuffing his feathered hands in his pockets and trying to look cool and distant.
"You interested in one? They don't hurt as much as you think."
"Good lord, no!" The bird scoffed. "I'm just starting to get my feathers they way I want them, I don't need them burned."
The mammoth gave a loud bellowing laugh. "Well I can't exactly give you a tattoo without shaving something, which seems like it out of the question. What about a piercing?"
"Still no, but I appreciated the offer, really." The toucan turned the leave the curtained off area.
"What about a blow job then?" the mammoth asked calmly, like he was asking the time.
The toucan turned back to the mammoth, a content smile under that short trunk. The bird felt strange, such a vulgar offer veiled in such a polite tone.
"I'm not gay." The toucan didn't leave, it would have been a good line to leave on though but his legs refused to carry him.
"You aren't, you're bi, you dress like a gay guy but carry yourself too much like a straight guy." The mammoth chuckled, crossing his thick arms over his chest as he motioned with his trunk at the bird's attire. The toucan tugged regretfully at his violet, short sleeve, slim cut button up.
"I like this shirt..."
"You should, it's very nice, but I'm sure what's under it is even nicer." The mammoth leisurely walked over to the toucan and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. The toucan couldn't move, rather he didn't want to as he watched the thick fingers delicately unfasten each button, listening to the pachyderm's soft breathing. The toucan felt a little embarrassed as his upper body was exposed, compared to the mammoth, he felt weak even a little pudgy .
"I like this." The mammoth said softly, opening the bird's shirt but not taking it off, placing a thick finger against the toucan's white feathered chest. The Toucan didn't question it; he couldn't even find the words to question it. The mammoth took the bird's silence as a sign to keep going, falling to his knees and working at the toucan's belt with dexterous fingers. A feathered hand grasped the mammoth's thick shoulder, holding tightly as the bird's blue member was uncovered to the warm summer air. He had picked one hell of day to go commando.
"Never seen a guy with a blue unit before." Mused the mammoth, running his thick fingers over the shaft before holding it in his palm, feeling it surge with blood with each of the bird's heartbeats.
"Never gotten sucked off by a guy with tusks before." The toucan tilted his head down, eyeing the half a foot long spears of ivory as they got dangerously close to his black feathered balls. The mammoth huffed confidently as he wrapped his free hand around the bird's still covered rump, giving both cheeks a gentle squeeze.
"Oh don't you worry, I've been doing this for years." The mammoth got closer to the bird's indigo shaft, now standing stiff and throbbing in his palm. The bigger male examined the bird's cock from head to base before lifting his trunk and wrapping it tenderly around the member. The toucan cooed softly, knees buckling as the pachyderm's short and thick trunk coiled around the head of his shaft sending a warm shock of pleasure through his groin. The bird looked down again; the mammoth was looking back up at him, fluttering his ears cutely.
"This is the part where you push yourself in my mouth." Whispered the mammoth, the toucan couldn't see it, but he was sure the pachyderm was smiling.
"Your tusks..."
"Don't worry about them." The mammoth's thick tongue teased the tip of the toucan's shaft, drawing a soft moan from him. The bird threw caution to the wind, if he gored himself it would have been worth it so far. Slowly, the toucan eased his hips forward, sliding his cock through the coiled trunk and into the moist warmth that was the mammoth's mouth. The toucan gave long sigh of relief as the mammoth kneeling before him let out a deep rumble as the pleasant taste of avian flesh filled his taste buds. Blindly, the toucan drew his shaft back out once more just to shove it back in much harder, bringing his other hand to rest on the mammoth's shoulder. The tender warmth felt divine, the bird thrusting once more between the soft lips and trunk that graced his shaft. The mammoth just rumbled pleasantly as the bird took to him like a duck to water. He'll have to remember that one to tell the toucan later.
Before the toucan could really get into his thrusting, the broad hand placed against his rear held him fast, his entire shaft blanketed in the moist warmth. The bird tried to move his hips but the mammoth simply ran his tongue along the underside of the tumescent cock buried in his maw, causing the bird to quickly go limp, letting out a shallow squawk as he held himself up with shaky arms. The mammoth repeated this, slowly dragging the tip of his tongue against the bird's sensitive underside, leaving a trail of wet heat in its wake.
The toucan swore softly and tired straighten himself, only to go weak in his knees once more. The mammoth's broad tongue pressed the throbbing shaft against the roof of his mouth, the thick muscle rolling along the birdhood slowly. The toucan shuddered hard and gave a shallow thrust, spurting a watery jet of pre along the mammoth's taste buds. The pachyderm took this as a reward and greedily wanted to receive more, stepping up his game to impress the toucan above him even more.
The toucan's mind struggled to work, to think about anything but the growing tingle in his groin, but the skilled mammoth was making it difficult to not think about it. A stiff shudder ran up the bird's spine as he hunched over the mammoth tending to his shaft. Through the sexual haze caused by the slow and fluid rolling of the thick tongue against his shaft, a thought managed to form in the toucan's head.
"Oh man...His tongue feels great. His whole mouth feels wonderful. I wonder why he isn't sucking, not that he really needs to." The toucan mused internally. With a low grunt, the mammoth loosened his grip on the avian's rump only to begin suckling hard on the already over sensitive shaft. The toucan couldn't hold in a loud chirp as he struggled to keep himself from falling, it was like the mammoth read his mind, or at least read what was on the sexual part of his mind. It was becoming too much too fast for the poor bird, his cock throbbing hard, pleasantly sore from the attention. The warm mouth, slick and supple tongue and gentle suckling that seemed to tug the hardest at the tip made the prefect trifecta of oral pleasure and the toucan couldn't hold himself back much longer.
"Aah...Aaaah. I'm really close..." The toucan whispered, eyes screwed shut and beak clenched as his fingers dug into the pachyderm's shoulders.
The mammoth just responded with a gentle rumble, and bobbing his head once, letting his lips and tongue glide off the entire length then slipping back down to the base with a measured slowness.
The toucan lost it.
With a bowed head and weak squawk, the bird exploded in the mammoth's maw. His shaft pulsed hard with each volley of bird seed he shot against the back of the mammoth's throat, shaking hard as he came. The climax made the bird see white under his eyelids as he sack drew close to his body so he could empty all he had, giving the pachyderm his just desserts. The heavy shots of cum painted the mammoth's mouth pearly white as he refused to swallow just yet as he counted the heavy shots , the toucan was on eight now, make that nine. The toucan as panting as the eleventh rope dribbled against the mammoth's tongue, which the pachyderm enjoyed as the first and biggest rope. The toucan's knees shook hard as he slumped his entire weight against the much bigger male, which could easily support him.
Mercifully, the mammoth slowly unwound his trunk and freed the bird's softening member from his maw before settling him into a nearby chair, removing the toucan's hat. The toucan panted and slumped into is his seat, totally spent and unable to muster the energy to even open his eyes, until a sudden dampness then sharp pain on his left brow made him jump.
"What the..." The bird eyes shot open, looking up at the still full mouthed mammoth before reaching up and feeling a new metal bar in his eyebrow. "What was that for?!"
The mammoth swallowed his gift, licking his lips lewdly before screwing on the other end of the barbell. "It looks good on you, see?" The mammoth motioned to a mirror, the bird's flat cap still in his hands.
The bird looked at himself, the two small glints of sliver against the backdrop of his black feathers did look pretty okay, it would take some getting used to and it didn't hurt that much anymore.
"I suppose you're right..."
"Hey, what about I show you mine?" The mammoth offered. The toucan looked back at the mammoth to find the large male fondling something stiff in his pants that managed to fill even the pachyderm's thick hand. The toucan smirked tiredly, boldly reaching up and running a much smaller feathered hand against the bulge pushing down the male's pant leg, feeling something harder and rounded along with already hard flesh.
"Alright then, show me." The bird felt brave as he came down off his orgasmic high.
"Not here, though. I have been known to...Make a mess." The mammoth's cheeks grew a little hot as he tried harder to impress the already impressed toucan. "Back at...My place maybe?"
"I don't make it a habit to go home with people if I don't know their name." The toucan said, getting his second wind and gently tucking his soft member back into his pants.
"Well I don't make it a habit to blow guys if I don't know their name...But, I like you, so I made an exception." The mammoth chuckled, looking for his long discarded shirt. "I'm Jay."
"Dorian. The pleasure is all mine." The toucan couldn't help but smile at his own joke.~