Zack's Starring Role
Zack's Starring Role
A "behind-the-scenes" of Jurassic Park on the humble beginnings of the author.
Zack Gregson is my character alone, as are the names and personalities of any other character not from the film itself.
Credit due to Steven Spielberg and Mr Michael Crichton.
Yes, you old enough, you read it. And the yiff is near the end, wankers. . .
The kitchen was silent, like the death of the wind. The whole place was made of metal, as steel as the blade of a scalpel and just as clinical. This place should've been filled with steaming scents of luscious foods, but no. . .it had as much life as a comatose patient. Bare and unknown. My claws clacked on the floor, each clack an echo into the deepest corners of the room. I knew what I was searching for. I could smell them, warm flesh. One had the hint of pheromones, oestrogen just newly emerging. While the other, young boy, nothing but being a kid he would have very sweetening flesh. The kids were scuttling around the place, crawling around the kitchen like rats in a maze. The kitchen was like that, especially since I was above on the table, looking around the floors that I could see, calling to my hunting partner that there was nothing here. Now it was only a moment before the boy would just head to the fridge and try to trick me inside it. . .and then-
'CUT!'
Ahhh, and that ends that part. My turn to shine (somehow, at least). But not today, it's getting late and we're all done for today's filming. The raptor (my actor double) climbed off the kitchen and nodded to the human children, winking at them with a keen smile. They smiled in return, as he headed off to meet me.
'Hey, Zack,' said my double, 'how did you enjoy seeing yourself up there?'
'Not bad,' I replied with a smile that mirrored his, 'I think I'm really gonna shine out there with this movie.'
'Of course, of course. Steve was a little rough today, weren't he?' He was of course referring to Steven Spielberg.
'At least Mr Crichton isn't as bad, quite understanding and all.' The raptor actor smiled and nodded in agreement with me. He then headed off to our quarters for a little sleep, smiling back at me, the tail a little too high in the air, but I knew what that meant, just a teasing joke.
Before we go further, I better say who I am. My name is Zack Gregson, and I am a stunt raptor. You probably saw me when I was doing Jurassic Park 1 and 2 (I hated the script for the third one so I didn't do that one). I wasn't up there beforeclaw (I always like to imagine being my acting double for fun). And let me say now, yes, I was the one who gave Skippy the Kangaroo that scar on his back. But that was because he was drunk and took a swing first. He just missed and I got the first punch. I still feel a little sore in my foot sometimes from him.
Anyway, enough about that, let me just get you up to speed on what's been happening here. Right now, we're near the end of the film, at the part where the raptors stalk the children in the kitchen. I am about to enter this as the raptor getting trapped, then escaping the walk-in fridge. Simple, I jump in as the kid opens it, I get in (don't worry, they have a fog machine, it's not cold or anything) then I get out a bit later. Steve (that is, Mr Spielberg) said I have a great knack for bursting out of a door with the right smile. he once called me "A scaly version of Jack Nicholson in The Shining", which I blushed at (I love Stephen King, especially Carrie). But now it was real late, since we had to deal with one of the crew getting sick, some camera failure, and the T-Rex.
But then, we always had to deal with him.
The T-Rex, who's real name is Alfie Barkston, is not the best guy to get along with. In fact, I wish we had another guy. The problems with him are:
He is rude and a little brash on some things (like ordering for coffee, for example).
He is usually always horny at the oddest of times (thankfully not before casting, he has that odd timing of knowing when he has enough time for a quickie before shooting). Now him being horny is not that bad a problem, as long as he keeps out of the humans' way. But to us dinos. . .it's more annoying.
See, pheromones are detectable, and he attracts any straight fem or gay male (including me) right to him. And he knows it, smug bastard. At least he lets us finish, not the kind of guy for teasing, Alfie is. Well, tonight was no different. And it was certainly more. . .developing than the other nights.
We had all moved off to our separate quarters. The humans moved off to one side of the island, and the dinosaurs to another part. Now, this isn't some saurian segregation, you understand. This is merely because us dinosaurs need a lot of free space, for roaming and practicing our primal instincts. Like food, sex and having to go to the toilet. See, privacy's needed for that, and there's something about humans nearby when you just can't piss in comfort, not that I have anything against humans or so. I love being with those two kids since they always have something to talk about.
Anyway, back to the main event for me. I live in the quarters (we all get our own trailers with food and beds and everything) and share my quarters with my double, Ralph. We both chatted for a while, usually quietly to not disturb anyone.
'So. . .ever wondered what you're gonna do, Zack?'
'I dunno. . .I mean, not much work for a dinosaur out there. Guess I'll stick with you until you leave the movies.'
'Nah, don't do that. You may be a stunt double but hey, you can act well. You're gonna do Jurassic Park II, right?' I blushed a little, crossing my legs to clasp claws together.
'Yeah, but just a few scenes. . .you think I'm that good?'
'Yeah, hey, with luck, you could be big! Like the Harrison Ford of the scaly world!'
'Oh please, I can't be that big.' I was modest to a fault as I didn't wanna turn into some bighead like Alfie 'I mean, that guy is old and still doing stunts. . .I can't be an actor, I haven't got the right skills.'
'Hey, they don't want us to talk.' replied Ralph. 'Just to prance about on claws going "Raarrr" a lot. Come on, you ace at that.'
'Well. . .maybe I do excellent on that. . .'
'Sure do, my sweet raptor.' The voice wasn't Ralph's but more deeper, and we heard the slinking of heavy claws near us. Only meant one thing. Alfie. And there was that slinking smell of male hormones. Now this wasn't rape of being forced since this was how we reacted. . .but it DOES get tiring after a while. The steps thumped towards the front and we both saw the giant meaty leg of brown scales and muscular claws blocking our doorway, before they turned and were replaced by a large brown head with fierce, giant teeth in a friendly yet lewd smile.
'Hello, my favourite boys.' He said in a deep rough tone that wasn't unpleasant to hear, but was still disconcerting. Why did we end up with a gay T-Rex, I don't know. Not a problem for me, I enjoyed watching him stroke the kind of cock that could only achieved by using a penis enlarger on a horse for similarity. But it's not something to think about on a job. Very embarrassing when you get erect in the middle of the film.
But I didn't want to look easy so I merely became cold.
'Hello, Alf. Can't sleep?'
'Oh, you read my mind. I can't sleep without some dear warm body next to me.'
'Didn't you used to have a warm body next to you?' asked Ralph, making his place in the conversation. 'What about that lizard in the Ferngully movies?'
'He. . .couldn't handle me.'
'What? Couldn't take you-'
'No, Zack! He couldn't handle me, he called me as some bigheaded guy who thinks he's the king of dinosaurs. . .umm, hello?' He asked the question rhetorically, showing his small arms to reveal himself. 'What does he think "Tyrannosaurus Rex" means?' That lizard was right, but I didn't want to say anything. This lizard, a Goanna to be exact, left Alfie for one of the crocodiles from Disney's Fantasia (you know, in that ballet part with the hippo. I swear, that croc STILL looks good, and handsome). And while the Rex was not totally shattered thanks to the cushion of his egotistic nature, he still felt slightly empty.
'Soo. . .ready for tonight?' he murmured to us both. I blew through my nostrils with exaggerated annoyance.
'When do you ever stop, Alfie?' I asked him politely. 'Ever get non-horny offstage?'
'You know me better than that, Zacky. . .come on. .you know you want to relax somehow. . .smell me. . .' The smell already had entered my nostrils, filling with the warm heavy scent of a male dinosaur in the mood. I shook my head with vain to try and shake it off. . .but damn, I hadn't had some good sex in a long time. I hadn't had a good loving of a male cock for so long. I admit, I hunger for sex, but hey, I'm a raptor so sue me. I let myself be tempted, from boredom and resignation, and so, I nodded at Alfie's temptations.
'Fine then, let's have a look at ya.'
'Zack!' Ralph interjected. 'Come on, we have to sleep!'
'You know he's not gonna leave us alone unless we satisfy him. Come on, you know the hormones are just as tingling to you.' I knew they did. I saw him suck off that big cock, and I didn't mind. It was a delicious thing.
'Come outside then,' said Alfie, winking at us before taking his head out of the doorway. We followed to see the large creature lying on his side, with the huge, pulsing, 18-inch cock. I always got amazed by its sight, such hypnotising colour, its length was fascinating with the veins pulsing quickly, filled with the blood of the beast of lust. The smell was musky, strong and spicy, bitter to the tongue by how it hit the nostrils. Me and Ralph walked up to the meat, always mesmerised by the meat (yes, he's bi like me, nice odds, eh?). As our snouts touched the flesh lightly, feeling the vein press against our scales, we began to lick it, the taste dry and slightly salty.
'Mmmm. . .niiice. . .' muttered Alfie as his tiny armclaws twitched in pleasure, his feet not yet getting the message, but they soon would. I began to rub my snout against it, while Ralph began on the head of the meat, suckling gently as his tongue played over the tapered end. I tried to gorge myself slowly on the cock's girth, licking my tongue across the length like a lazy sidewinder in the desert, my mouth wide open as my teeth very gently pressed against the warmth of it. Being a carnivore, I enjoyed flesh and so loved the feel of any kind of meat in my mouth, as my saliva showed when it glistened from my jaws onto the cock.
'You want it?' asked Alfie seductively.
'Ohhh. . .' I felt like a lion in the middle of a herd of trapped zebras. I wanted to eat it all, but I couldn't. And there was no way I was gonna let him fuck me. So I moved along the length, dragging my tongue with it, across the vein that teased me with its winking pulses. I slavered on it, shamelessly drooling until the cock was even slicker with my saliva, shining as some slight precum spurted out into Ralph's mouth, dribbling a little down the cockhead before it was lapped up. I always loved that, little precum there. I had to walk up to the head and begin to lick and suck it with my acting double, all the while the Rex was moaning deeply, sounding like an ocean before the storm. He couldn't hold it in anymore as he came powerfully, but suppressing his roar, kind enough to not wake everyone up and expose us to look like fools. The cum blast hit our muzzles like a rocket launcher and soon we were dripping off semen and stinking of sexual pheromones. Our faces were panting, as we looked at each other, white like ghosts in the night and very warm. . . .and wet. We giggled at each other and so began licking off each other's faces, the hormones driving us into mutual passion as we tasted Alfie's overzealous seed. It was hot, sickly salty and left a bitterness at the back of our throats. . .but we liked it. We continued licking each other until every drop of cum was off our muzzles, and our arms, and our chests. Then we cleaned up Alfie's cock, which pulsed more powerfully of heat, our tongues riveting across it, taking any white liquid from the red obelisk that laid on its side. Eventually we cleaned the T-Rex up and smiled at him.
'See,' he said first, 'you know you love tasting me, don't ya?'
'Guess we do. . .' I replied with some slight embarrassment.
'Mmmmm. . .if I was your size, I'd fuck you all day.'
'Ehehe, good thing you're not, right?'
'What about Ralph? Think you two could get. . .together?' I looked at my acting double and felt off-guard, as if something just hit me at the back of my head.
'Me. . .Ralph??? Uhh. . .I don't think so. . .besides, it's unprofessional, right?'
'And blowing me wasn't?' Damn Alfie. . .it was one of his little fantasies, to see two raptors getting it on in front of him, and we were two raptors. But I didn't feel anything of that physical magnitude towards him. Ralph chuckled and shook his head.
'Ah Alfie. . .you always let your fantasies get in the way. Face it, me and Zack ain't going for each other, and especially not for you.'
'Okay. . .but remember. . .there aren't any female raptors around here. . .' Sadly, this was true. All the raptor cast were male (yeah, even the baby raptor), so we had no chances of heterosexual sex. But we merely turned our tails and said goodnight to Alfie, heading back to our trailer for a good night sleep.
But I had to admit. . .Ralph did smell very nice that night.