Meet Mosh - A Friendship Story
I thought I had known most of the kids that went to Sunnydale. But then again, you don't know anyone until you've met my best friend since fifth grade. His name is Donny Orton and he's a refreshing change of pace from all the snotty rich kids that live in the hills and drive up to school in Jaguars and BMW's, most likely belonging to their fathers. While everyone else shows up wearing the latest . . .perhaps that should be left for later as that is not relative. What is, is the fact that Donny isn't one of these snobbish brats that thumb their noses at anyone that's not like them, yet there's no denying that he has an attitude. I like to say that he's fairly popular as he has a lot of friends, but at the same time he is scorned by the so-called "social elite" of the school.
Species has nothing to do with it, as much as I think it does. Donny is a saurian . . .and a big one at that. He stands an even seven feet tall and has to weigh at least three hundred pounds. Most of that is muscle, but he does have a bit of a belly, to which I poke fun at and he knows it. His actual species is some funky name that most have a hard time pronouncing . . .I believe he said he was a Pachy . . .Pachycephalosaurus or something like that. The dead giveaway is his head, where he tells me his skull is about nine inches thick, necessary for his ancestors to defend themselves and proclaim domination. He is a bit of a tan . . .I'd rather say beige cause it looks like it's a bit lighter than a true tan. But what do I know, I'm just a mere fox.
Because of this and the way he meticulously maintains his rough, scaly skin, we've got a few nicknames for him . . .Don Saur, Chrome Dome, Thicky(and not for the obvious, which I'll mention later) and the like. But the name everybody knows Donny as . . .is Mosh. Why Mosh, you ask? Donny is the epitome of the quintessential metalhead. Whereas pretty much everybody came to school wearing the latest from Abercrombie and Fitch, he'd wear nothing but black t-shirts with his favorite bands on them. His chest, back and arms are covered in tattoos, most of them I can't really describe accurately. Some of them I can tell, like a Tyrannosaurus skull over his right breast and some of the names of the bands he admires.
But don't get me wrong, Mosh is no slacker. He pulls a good B average and plays drums in the marching band, though he got really pissed off when Mr. Edwards gave the title of drum major to some leopard . . .can't think of his name, but he's one of those spoiled rich kids for sure. The result: him putting his head through a wall that separates one of the practice rooms from the main classrooms, specifically the one I was sitting in. I swear, his head was sticking out from the wall and everyone was scurrying for cover . . .everyone but me, at least.
"I take it you didn't get the drum major, Don?" I asked, trying to conceal a grin. What he did get was five days and the repair bill, not to mention a lot of people suggesting that he try out for the football team. He's got those really quick wrists that are a necessity when playing drums . . .and he likes to give us demonstrations every now and then at his place, which is up in the hills as figured. Of course, only his friends were invited as he hated all the rich preps with a passion and he's got a friend of his teaching me how to play guitar. He wants to start a metal band, but I'm content to just mess around with it for now.
Speaking of right now, I'm sitting here in Mrs. Oliver's trig class, the clock seemingly on pause as three o'clock nears. I'm hoping to meet up with my girlfriend, a beautiful vixen by the name Eliza Hawthorne . . .or at least beautiful in my eyes . . nah, who am I kidding? She's a knockout . . .about five-foot-eight, one-hundred twenty pounds, 38-24-36 . . .and here's the kicker, she's not on the cheerleading team. She's got wavy, shoulder-length brown hair that most girls would kill for and a friendly demeanor one would never expect from a girl of her stature. It's 2:58 . . .I'm getting desperate, so I yelp and feign being sick, clutching my stomach.
"Mrs. Oliver . . .I think . . .I'm gonna be sick!" I whimper, hoping she'll buy it.
The old cat doesn't budge.
"Nice try, Billy . . .you can wait," she says in her sternest voice. Damn it . . .this is where I wish I was a cat so I could pretend I had a hairball. Seconds seem like hours as I wait . . .and then it rings. Can't say that I've been saved by the bell cause I couldn't escape in time. I race out the door, hoping to meet Eliza out in the front courtyard like she does every Friday; she's got gym eight period and that's where the entrance to the courtyard is. So I wait . . .and wait . . .and wait a little longer. Ten minutes pass and she's still not out; of course, I start to get worried. So I head into the gym to see Mr. Mullen making his way out of his office, which divides the two locker rooms. The cheetah sees me and smiles when I say hello to him, then ask about Eliza.
"Hmmm . . .she went down into the locker room with the other girls," said Mullen, "so there's no reason she shouldn't be out . . ." Except for one . . .I know what goes on in the boys' locker room. Some of the more, shall we say, adventurous guys like to play with each other. No less than once a day, I see a pair in the corner of the shower area, fucking each other silly. I've wanted to join in on more than one occasion, especially last year when me and Mosh were in the same class. And then it hit me; there's a hall that divides the gym and the pool. The showers to the pool are in a separate room, then the pool itself. I've wanted to sneak away on more than one occasion with a girl, specifically Eliza as I headed toward the boys' room. "Hey, where do you think you're going, Billy?" Mullen asks me. I make up something on the spot.
"I gotta get my gym clothes . . .left them in my locker." Mullen shrugs, then opens the door. Seizing the opportunity, I race past the showers and the lockers for the football and basketball teams, then the showers and then the lockers for the students' use to the back door that leads to the access hall. Then I was stopped in my tracks as I heard a moan . . .a loud moan . . .a distinctively female moan. I pressed an ear to the door and listened for a moment, then threw all cares to the wind as I gingerly opened the door.
I couldn't get it halfway open before my eyes widened at the sight before me. Sure, there was Eliza, her breasts bouncing as she rode the male that was behind her. Naughty girl, I thought as she moaned loudly, giving me a smile and a wave when she saw me. 'How could she do this?' was my next thought . . .that is until I saw the lucky male behind her. Crouched on his knees and wearing a wide grin on his face was none other than Mosh himself, the domed head gave him away every time. I couldn't help but to chuckle, yet as the same time, he was taking my girl and I couldn't help but to approach.
"Eliza! Donny! What the fuck?!?" I growled, but Eliza put a hand up to silence me as she let out another loud moan. The dinosaur continued to grin as he paused, then reached down to spread my girlfriend's vulva apart, exposing her soft, pink flesh, which was wrapped around his thick shaft. It had to be at least three and a half inches thick . . .about the thickness of my knot.
"Rrrrrrr . . .you don't realize how lucky you are, Billy," he growled back, then moaned deeply as he began to drive himself into her even harder, keeping Eliza spread open. She couldn't help but to squeal and squirm in his clutches, helpless to do anything but enjoy the ride. Normally, I'd be mad as hell and ready to whoop somebody's ass; though I'm only six feet even and weigh only a buck-eighty, I can hold my own in a fight. But I couldn't help but to just stand there while my sheath started to stir excitedly.
Fighting the urge to pull it out and stroke myself, I watched as my saurian friend skillfully fuck my girlfriend while she begged for her release. And boy, did she get it . . .her entire frame bowed back as she let out a harsh yelp, almost like a howl before screaming loudly. This would be the part where her pussy would clench hard around my cock as I try to force my knot inside her, but Mosh's cock must be like one continuous knot to her as I heard him bellow loudly. Surely that must've broke him, for I heard my vixen sigh contently while he filled her. To my surprise, she wanted me to come closer to her, and when I did, she pressed her lips to mine. I had no choice but to take her in the kiss, my tongue slipping in to mingle with hers. I was painfully erect with Donny smirking when he saw the bulge in my pants.
"Mmmmm...did you enjoy that, sweetie?" I asked Eliza. All she could do was sigh dreamily . . .oh shit, I'm in trouble now, I thought as I looked up to the dinosaur. "Yo, Chrome Dome . . .have fun?"
"Ohhhh, fuck . . .did I ever!" said Mosh with a wide grin on his face, "What did I tell you, Billy . . .you've got the hottest girl in the school, and she's not a stuck-up bitch to boot. You should be lucky." I couldn't help but to laugh . . .he was right. Then I saw him pull Eliza off his throbbing dick, a good bit of his gooey seed dripping onto the floor. Instantly, my eyes widened.
"God damn, Donny . . .you tryin' to get her pregnant or something?" They both laughed as they went to get their clothes on. Then Mosh invited me back to his place to relax for the evening. I'm sure Eliza has to be wore out after getting what I can only think of as a good gully washer . . .or would it be a cunny washer? I dare not say it, for my sense of humor sucks. Looking at my watch and seeing that it's almost 3:30, I curse the time and tell them that I have to get going . . .just realized that I had to pick up my sister, Kayla. She's about ten and a major pain in the tail . . .she's asking me all kinds of questions about sex recently. I tell her that I'll answer them later but ditch her purposely . . .some big brother I am.
I sprint out to the parking lot to my car. Nothing special . . .just an '03 Ford Focus hatchback in a bright red, my 16th birthday present. Everything I need in a car . . .reliable, easy on gas and it has a kick-ass stereo system to which I made a few modifications to . . .plus some things I wanted, like a sunroof and a five-speed among others. I popped the clutch in and fired it up just as one of the rich brats I didn't care for honked at me from the Mercedes-Benz he was driving. So I yelled some obscenities at him and sped off. I didn't need to put up with that shit and I wasn't because I knew I could kick that pretty boy's ass.
I raced over to Kayla's school, barely beating the bell; I think I found a parking space just as the bell rang. Of course, Mom had to call me and say that not only would I be bringing Kayla home, but also a couple of her bratty friends as well. They insisted that I turn it to the cheesiest pop station that only played stuff that was targeted at people like them: ten-year old mall rats that didn't know what good music really was. So basically, I left it on our K-Fur affiliate, which is basically all forms of rock, all the time. Kayla's friends hated it, I loved it, and Kayla was indifferent as usual.
We were almost home . . .and then it happened. During a commercial, I overheard Kayla and her friends talking about . . .well, about stuff that girls her age talk about.
"What's the grossest thing you've ever seen?" one, the gecko, asked. Kayla told her the story about the time she accidentally walked in on me and Eliza while we were having sex and she had just orgasmed. Most of the time, she kept it all in, but that time I must've felt the need to spurn her on, so I rubbed her clit until my cum oozed from her pussy. I don't think I ever heard her yelp as loud as she did then, even when I turned the table on her when I caught her rubbing herself while bringing up laundry. They continued asking her questions until her other friend, the wolf, stepped over the line.
"When you saw Billy, did you see his knot? Was it big?" That was it. I turned sharply to the left, then threw it back to the right while throwing the e-brake, sending the car into a sideways skid. It also sent the girls into screaming as it stopped just before reaching an SUV parked in the street.
"My what?" I asked, trying to contain a growl. Nothing. "That's better . . .I don't like hearing you girls talk about stuff like that. You're all too young to know about knots and buttons and stuff like that." The rest of the ride was in silence until we pulled up to the driveway of our house. Nothing special . . .just a typical dime-a-dozen two-story yuppie habitat as Mosh calls them. I got out of the car and immediately, the two girls bolted out of the car and into the house to look for our mom. I growled, knowing what that meant. "Kayla, you'd better stop them."
"That was fun!" she giggles, "Maybe you should take me when you and Donny go snowboarding . . ."
"And maybe I should take you when I do donuts in the mall parking lot late at night when there's a light snow covering it," I told her. That sent her into a giggling fit . . .I swear, she's gonna be an adrenaline junkie when she gets to be my age. She's already wanting . . .and has gone snowboarding with my friends and I; and while she's not that good at it yet, give her some time. She'll pick up on it.
I bring her into the house, where I was promptly greeted by my mother . . .and the look on her face suggested that I did something wrong.
"You'd better have a good reason for scaring the daylights out of Lizzie and Fiona," she demanded. This infuriated me to the point where I wanted to break something, but I held back.
"Well, Lizzie and Fiona were talking about things that they're not supposed to be talking about . . .like sex and knots and licking - -"
"That's enough, Billy . . .I heard about your plans to go to a party tomorrow night, but your father and I just dug up an extra ticket to the Blizzard game. And guess what?" That was all I needed to hear. Sure, I like football . . .but going with my parents felt more like a punishment than a reward. I think it's all right . . but my parents, specifically my dad, are borderline obsessive. And Kayla . . .she has to bring her pom-poms, each an equal part light blue and white, to every game we go to. That alone was why I didn't want to go and would rather stay home by myself. Maybe I might've gotten lucky and have been able to convince Eliza to stay home with me. But I brought that up and Dad said that if I did that, I'd have to pay for the tickets. And seeing as how they like to sit in the lower bowl, I knew that four tickets had to be at least two hundred bucks . . .closer to two-fifty to be exact, so I pretty much had no choice. When Dad came home and showed me the new Adrian Barton jersey he got me, I couldn't complain. He's our best player . . .until Dad reminded me with a jersey with the name BATES and the number 20 on it. Star football players can be so whiney, especially when they're cornerbacks.
"Oh . . .thanks for bringing that up," I told him as I tried on the blue jersey with Barton's name and his number 82 on it, "Say, where did Dorian go to in the offseason? I heard he was heading to Richmond."
"Deal went through with him and the Rampage . . .he's now in Grand Rapids." If there was one team I'd root for over our Blizzard, it would have to be the Grand Rapids Dragons. Remember how I told you that I wasn't a hardcore football follower? Well, I at least have enough sense to pick up on playing styles and I love the way they play . . .controlling the ball with the run and short passes and their defense is nothing short of nasty. Last year when they forced me to go to the Blizzard-Dragons game at Rice-Eccles, I purposely wore my Darius Smith jersey to piss them off. And as I was expecting, Smith lit 'em up . . .think the score of that game was 48 to 10 or something like that. Because of that, they made me pay them back for the tickets and grounded me for a week. I may have won the battle and ended up losing the war, but I felt it was worth it.
After that, I never trusted my parents to take me to a Blizzard game. But the evening passed without another word . . .and then eight o'clock rolled around. I had eaten and just stepped out the door when I was stopped by my mom. I told her that I was heading over to Mosh's for a little bit. She shrugged and said I could, though I had to be back by ten. I nodded half-heartedly as I was backing out of the driveway, then smoked the tires in protest as she watched. I think she shouted something at me, but I blasted the radio so I couldn't hear her if she did.
Ten minutes later, I show at Mosh's place . . .or rather, where he and his parents live. It's a nice place in the hills; of course, they could afford it with his parents working for the same engineering firm near Salt Lake City. I was expecting them to be the first to the door with it being so late. The Ortons are as cool as they get with a laid-back, almost nonchalant view of life, despite the high-stress nature of their job, often inviting me over for dinner just solely on the basis of my friendship with their only child. Needless to say, I was surprised to see a bare-chested Mosh standing at the door, panting softly as he invited me into the house.
"Hey, Billy," he said as he closed the door, "glad you could make it. I know . . .my parents had to stay late and finish up a project. They told me that they'll be home in a couple hours." A smile came to my face as he led me toward the basement, which was specifically his domain. He did it up to his specifications, which meant his drum kit was the centerpiece as well as a fully stocked bar as his parents based maturity over the laws concerning age. But the thing he was proud of was the audio system that blew everything else out of the water. I've been down there when he's had it blasting at full volume and my ears must've been ringing for the next week. Off to the side was a queen-size bed, necessary for such a big boy as he sprawled himself out upon it, the only article of clothing present was a pair of black boxers with yellow dinosaur footprints on them. I think I was there with him when he picked those out as I sat down in a nearby computer chair.
"So what've you been up to?" I asked.
"Same old shit . . .ate, showered, did homework, got my two hours in while waiting on you." What he means by that is every day, no matter what or how he's feeling, he spends two hours on his drum kit practicing. I've seen him wail away before and I swear he should be in a band; he is that good. I turned to eye that drum kit . . .it was mostly black with green rims, double bass layout with no less than five toms and two snares; he had his hi-hats between the two bass drums and all kinds of cymbals surrounding the drums. A specially-made chair with a high back and generous gap between the back and seat for his thick tail sat behind in the gap between the bass drums, definitely inviting me to give it a whack if you know what I mean.
But I thought otherwise as I turned back to Mosh, and a gasp came from my muzzle. He was stroking himself inside his boxers . . .and I thought he was fully drained when he was done with Eliza. But then again, there's nothing ordinary about Mosh as I took a seat at the foot of the bed.
"Donny, what are you doing?" He looked at me and grinned, then patted a spot for me to lie down next to him. I kicked my shoes off and took the offered spot, looking into his soft yellow eyes. "Did fucking Eliza drain you as much as I thought?" A soft snicker came from the saurian as he pulled me in close to him.
"Let's just say that I make quick recoveries . . .which is why I wanted to be in this position with you." Naturally, I gulped, knowing what kind of ideas he had in his mind. But I knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to me; I mean, what do you think friends are for? I knew that I was with a happy Mosh as I could hear him . . .and feel him rumbling through his chest, almost sounding like a purring cat. I nuzzled up his chest, unable to stop from murring softly myself and he knew that I wasn't complaining. "Billy . . .I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. You've been my best friend since I moved here from Denver, and now I want to share this moment with you." I didn't know what to say or do . . .I felt like he was demasculizing me right then and there as e removed my shirt and tossed it off to the side.
As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was starting to become aroused by the mere presence of Mosh as he pulled me closer to him, reaching down to rub my chest. I let out a gasp when he pinched one of my nipples, something that Eliza likes to do to get me riled up. He peered down at me and grinned widely when I rolled my hips and moaned, nudging me with his dome. I looked up at him, wondering what he could want as I panted, almost feeling like a female in heat as he smiles and lowered his head. Then it happened . . .he pressed his lips to mine and I lost myself, wrapping my arms around him as our tongues sought each other out. I could sense my excitement growing just by my scent as Mosh dropped a hand to feel my crotch, the fingers over my sheath and balls causing me to moan loudly into his mouth.
I felt like I was in a dream . . .a dream I didn't want to end. His hands began working the button to the loose-fitting shorts I was wearing as I broke the kiss and he began to pull the shorts off. I was wearing my favorite red silk boxers and he began rubbing my emerging cock through the boxers. A chill shot through me as my head fell back, the loud moan bringing a smile to Mosh's face as he peered into my eyes, which were a deep green shade.
"Gods, Billy . . .I thought Eliza was something, but you're so incredibly hot as well," he whispered into my reddening ear. I let out a cubbish yerf, utterly confused as to what to do next. Part of me felt uncomfortable, as I was not a female to be taken; yet at the same time, I wanted to feel him . . .or more likely, him to feel me from the inside. But I had no chance to protest as he slowly slipped my boxers off, exposing me completely. My shaft had fully emerged . . .again, nothing special as it was a healthy seven inches long and close to two inches thick, the knot adding another one and a half inches each way at the base. He smiled as he wrapped a hand around it and began stroking it, causing me to squirm slightly and moan.
"Uhhhhh . . .oh, Donny," I gasped, melting into the wonderful sensations I felt. He rubbed my face, which caused me to blush even harder as he did it in a similar manner as I did to Eliza.
"Mmmmm . . .I want you to remove my boxers like I did to you," he told me. I knew Mosh was one that knew what he wanted, so I turned and shuffled down until I was looking at his crotch. He rolled onto his back and opened up his legs a little, making the prominent bulge that much more visible. Now I'll be the first to admit that I am not a tailraiser, but I do sometimes fantasize about being with males. And this was like a fantasy come true as I slowly removed the saurian's boxers, exposing his ebon organ to his obvious delight, the length being at least a full foot, maybe an inch either way. But his girth . . .remember when I told you that we sometimes called him "Thicky?" He was at least three, maybe closer to four inches thick . . .I heard some of Eliza's friends . . .and some of mine going on about how they squealed louder than ever as Mosh took them.
Now I too was staring at the big black monster that he possessed, reflexively licking my chops as his thick musk wafted into my nostrils, causing me to moan. I was fully under his spell now . . .closing my eyes, I reached down to grip the base of his shaft and went down on him. Though I was only able to get only about six inches into my muzzle, that was more than enough for him as he growled and moaned loudly. My tongue slathered over his length as I bobbed my head over him, eyes lidded as I saw a hand running over my cheek.
"Yeeeessssss . . .oh gods, Billy . . .ohhhhhhh . . ." groaned Mosh, his body tensing every now and then as his eyes were also reduced to mere lids while I sucked him off. I could feel the heat building up inside me, sweat starting to run down my brow and chest as I bobbed, making those cute smacking sounds that Eliza makes every time she goes down on me. A wide grin formed over Mosh's face as I reached up to rub his head, which he shined up as always. I don't know how dinosaurs react when aroused to the point I knew I was, but he was moaning and flexing a great deal before he told me to pull off. A thick gob of precum pooled on the tip of his dick, and I couldn't help but to lick it off, grimacing a bit at the excessively salty taste, but I couldn't complain as he got up and told me to wait.
I wondered what he could be up to as I idly stroked myself, though not hard enough to bring me to climax as Mosh looked through his drawers for something. He must've saw me, for he snorted a note of disgust through his nostrils. Immediately, I knew he didn't want me stroking myself as I let my hand fall to the side as I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what he was going to do next. Just as suddenly he left, Mosh returned with a bottle of what I first guessed was some kind of lube . . .and my intuitions were correct as he opened it and rubbed some of it on his cock. Then he had me open my legs up as he rubbed some more on my tailhole and instantly, I panicked.
"Wha . . .what are you doing?!?" I yelped. Mosh didn't say anything; instead he lowered his muzzle and gave me a brief but deep kiss . . .and then he spoke.
"Relax, Billy," he told me, "this isn't gonna hurt as much unless you fight it . . .stay still and just enjoy it. I know you're not too keen on this, but this is the only way that I can show you how close and how good of a friend you are." I gulped nervously . . .I knew this was a one-way street and it was gonna go right up my ass.
"Y-you wanna fuck me?!?"
"Don't think of it like that. I don't wanna just use you to get myself off." I could tell that the intent was sincere as he rubbed the tip of his thick organ against my hole, my own cock pulsing right before our eyes. Then I felt the ring part as he pushed forward, his shaft sliding into me. I was wondering what it must've felt like to Eliza while she was being taken . . .watching as her pussy slid effortlessly over his cock while she writhed in his arms. And here I am in the same predicament . . .only I winced and yelped loudly upon the initial penetration. It felt like someone lit a match inside me, then threw gasoline on it as he pushed into me, my eyes wide.
"Hiiieeeeeeeeaaaahhh!!! Oh, gods above . . .Donny!" I cried, trying not to scream like a vixen. He stopped, about eight inches of his dinomeat buried inside me as I tried to hide the pain on my face.
"Are you okay, Billy?" he asked, a look of concern clearly visible on his face, "You know, we can stop if it's too much for you." I shook my head, not wanting this to end as I pleaded with him to continue. He nodded and pushed into me as far as he could, pressing his loins against my rump with a hearty groan. I tried to relax the best I could, but the tremendous size of his pole kicked in the instinct to try and force it back out. A pained cry came forth as he pulled about six inches out, the pushed it all back in. He stopped again, looking into my eyes and asking if I wanted to continue.
"Ohhhh . . .don't stop," I whimpered, hoping he'd listen, "please don't stop, Donny. I want your huge cock in my ass . . ." He nodded and grunted once, then began to thrust gently in and out of me, giving my cheek a lick.
At that moment, all rational thought faded away; only pleasure and primal need was on my mind as the dinosaur took me, rolling his hips into mine as I moaned and whimpered softly. He was relatively quiet as his thick shaft moved through my tight bowels, though he did let out a sharp exhalation every now and then. It was like I could feel him in my stomach as his thrusts started to become quicker and a little more forceful; by then, all the pain had dissipated and I was left with nothing but a numbing pleasure as my moans became louder.
"Oh god . . .aahhhhhh . . .harder, Donny," I cried between breaths. Was I crazy . . .or stupid . . .or just plain suicidal? It didn't matter to me . . .or to him for that matter as he drove into me twice as hard as he did before. It was at that moment I couldn't hold back . . .I had to let go. I let out a high-pitched yelp, then a loud squeal while he pounded my tailhole; though the precum that was seeping into me was a welcome feeling. Needless to say, my pride was bruised but not that much as it was the only one I would willingly give myself to that was over me. I think it turned him on to hear me squealing like a girl as he ravaged me, pumping his meat into me that much harder just to hear me cry out.
"Mrrrrrraaahhh . . .how would you like me to fill you, Billy?" he growled to me, "fill you . . .like I did to Eliza in the back . . .hallway?" I could tell that he was getting closer as he spoke; the broken sentence was a dead giveaway as he reached down to stroke my own throbbing shaft while holding my shoulder down. My knot was already out, hoping to find something to plant itself in but nothing was around. The only thing was him pounding me into submission as he whined and moaned loudly.
"Yes, Donny . . .fill me . . .cum inside me . . .like Eliza-aahhhhhhhh!!!" The stroking of my cock pushed me dangerously close to the edge, as if I wasn't teetering close enough as it was. He kept pulling out most of his meat and repeatedly hitting my prostate, making a mess of me in precum. It felt like everything was in slow motion . . .his hand jerking my flesh while his plowed through my innards, my body quivering on the brink, his groans of delight along with my whimpers and cries.
One could only take that much for so long, and I was no exception. He must've hit my prostate dead on, for my entire body jumped and my back arched severely. I didn't know what had come over me . . .but the only thing I could do was scream and scream loudly. I started to convulse harshly in his clutches while screaming his name, my cock jumping in his hand as he growled, the first rope of my fox seed hitting me straight in the muzzle. I could taste myself as another rope landed in my gaping maw before he gave his last three thrusts, each one harder than the previous before I heard him bellow . . .like he did with Eliza.
I felt him flutter once, then again before the floodgates opened. Several long, thick streams filled my bowels in quick succession, then a short pause before another rope of his thick dino cream was shot into me. My cries became softer as my balls were emptied, each rope of my cum covering my chest before I ran dry. Meanwhile, he kept filling me, several more gushes were ejected into me before he rolled his hips into me, trying to coax more out but was unable to. Both of us panting hard, he pulled his cock out of me, causing me to groan as some of the seed trickled out of my gaping tailhole. I then instinctively reached for him, letting my head fall into his chest as he lied back to hold me.
"Gods . . .oh, Donny . . .that was wonderful!" I told him, licking his chest in the spot where a nipple would be. He was indeed fully reptilian except for the cold-bloodedness part; apparently dinosaurs can hold their own body temperature. None of that mattered to me as he held me in his arms, purring deeply as we wasted the night away. Wore out from the dreamlike mating, I fell asleep in Mosh's . . .erm, Donny's arms, not to wake until morning. Fuck Mom and her time limit . . .I didn't want this moment to end. And it will never end, for I shall remember it as long as me and Donny are each other's best friend in the world.
© Croco Chilton - 2/05