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“We close to our exit?"

Cyril checked the phone in his lap. It was Cory's, and opened was a maps app on silent so it didn't interrupt the playlist coming through the speakers. Cory insisted they listen to dad-rock in the long two-hour drive out to the zoo. The nineteen year old had agreed to drive Cyril out of their small town to see the rare, traveling exhibit at the city zoo so long as Cyril covered the gas.

Cyril told him, “We still have another mile. Exit 67, there should be a sign for it."

“Alright," Cory said. “I've not been to the zoo since I was a kid. Can't believe there's going to be a dinosaur exhibit."

“You excited?"

“Nah, I'm just here cause you begged me to come out here with you, dude."

“It's a fucking T-Rex, Cory."

Cory shrugged, and coasted into the start of their exit lane. “I saw all the pictures when they first showed it on the news."

“Don't you want to hear it?"

“Videos on youtube?"

“Fine, don't you want to know what it smells like?"

“Dude, it's a zoo. You sure you've ever been to one before? They probably stink just like the elephants do."

Cyril glanced down at Cory's phone, then said, “Whatever. Take a left at the light."

“Aww, did I hurt the baby's feelings?"

Cyril scoffed and punched Cory's shoulder. “You're not that much older than me."

“Got my own place, don't I? Didn't need to skip school for this little trip, did I?"

“Yeah yeah," Cyril rolled his eyes. “Just give it a few years."

“Long as you don't decide to drop-out like I did."

“Psh, I'm not that stupid."

The two worked together at a shipping and receiving facility, moving boxes, loading trailers by hand, the sort of work done into the evenings and early mornings. Cyril worked half shifts since he was still in high school, but Cory? The taller, older boy's hands were rough from working there full time. It paid good money, and was a good workout on top of Cyril's normal gym routine.

Things were quiet between them for a moment. Over the speaker, a soaring guitar solo in the middle of a ballad filled car. Cyril knew Cory had regrets about dropping out, and was even studying to get his GED. They got paid good money where they worked, but Cory was already as far as he could go without a degree. Cyril stole a glance at his older friend, the sixteen year old admiring his sandy blonde hair and the way his nose curved upwards.

“We just on this road till the zoo?"

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. That's it. Just stay in this lane and we'll be good."

“Something on your mind?"

“Yeah, do you listening to anything past the 80s?"

“Of course, Pearl Jam's best stuff is from the 90s."

“Ugh."

***

Tickets for the zoo were only ten bucks. Cyril covered them both and Cory agreed to get lunch. The sixteen year old led them immediately to the dinosaur exhibit they had set up, which took months of preparations for a month of showcasing before the owners hauled their lineup to a new city. It included mostly smaller, manageable varieties of dinosaurs. But the T-Rex was the crown jewel, the main attraction.

And it also happened to be closed for the day.

Cyril stood in the cool fall air, arms slack in front of the sign that said, “We're sorry!" and some lines about what happened to the Rex. Its name was apparently Bruno—a boy.

“Aw man, that fucking sucks," Cory said.

Quicksand. In his gut—Cyril felt the deepening dread of a chance missed. It was such a long drive to get here and it didn't matter at all. Other zoo-goers passed by, some kids whined to their parents. Cyril's fingers clenched into fists. He faced Cory and said, “Can you do lookout?"

Cory, who held a half-finished water bottle, said, “Lookout for what?"

“What do you think?"

“You're going to sneak into a fucking dinosaur exhibit?" Cyril's nod made Cory lean in hiss, “You want to end up on the nightly news dude? When has anyone ever gone into a zoo exhibit and it gone well?"

“I just want a look. And if I get caught what are they going to do? Ban us for life? I don't care about going to the zoo that much."

Cory said ,“If you're not back in ten minutes, I'm going to assume you're dead." He turned around and watched the crowd while Cyril faced the exhibit. The T-Rex exhibit was set in a pit with a central clearing and trees all along the sides. Above this canopy they hung nets to keep people from falling in. The walls were solid concrete slopes, but there was a small stairway cut out where someone could enter and exit the pit long as they went through the locked on the other side of the exhibit. The fence for the exhibit only went up to Cyril's waist, since the T-Rex couldn't possibly scale the walls.

Cory whispered, “Go."

Cyril hopped over the fence onto the concrete slope, leaning backwards to keep balance before he reached the netting. He clambered awkwardly across it, nervous any moment someone above him would sound some kind of alarm. This was so stupid—but the thing was probably just in some steel pen. If that was the case, what did Cyril really need to worry about? It was a thirty foot drop from the net, but fortunately the canopy grew right up to it. He was able to grab a branch that held his weight and, thanking all those nights at the gym, climbed down the exhibit floor. When he hopped to the ground, he almost called up to Cory just to gloat, but then thought better of it.

At the back of the exhibit, behind the cover of some trees, he now saw a path that led around to a central compound that acted as the spoke in the wheel to all the dinosaur exhibits at the zoo. Cyril touched the phone in his pocket, thinking he'd get a selfie with the thing. A personal trophy to show off to his friends. The first room in the compound was a circular room with several door round it. Along the wall was a hole, almost like a tube of black leather. It caught Cyril's attention first, and so he approached it to check it out. Over the hole was a nook cut out in the stone, and on closer look, the hole resembled a crevice big enough he could climb inside. It hung about seven feet in the air, but if Cyril jumped he could reach it.

From across the room he heard a rumble. It came from a large, industrial steel door. Something moving, and a small side door opened beside it and out stepped a uniformed zookeeper. Cyril froze up, but the zookeeper already faced the bigger industrial gate, seeming not to notice Cyril. He started removing the metal rods planted before the gate that kept it bolted in place. Cyril, worried he wouldn't be able to make it out of the exhibit before they released the beast and he got chewed up, faced the crevice. A thing like this had to go somewhere right?

Even a standing leap was enough to get a hold on the lip of the leather. With ease he pulled himself up into the dark, the leather squeaking some. But across the room the sound of grinding steel masked his noise as he crawled inside. The interior of the crevice was lined in a smooth leather, and the smell was like the interior of a new car only noxiously so. He had just enough room to turn himself around so his head faced outside, and if he was careful he could peak into the room.

Sweat already beaded the tips of his fingers and brow from the tight confinement of this crevice. He just needed to wait till they were gone. He heard the massive gate pull open. Squeal of metal hinges, the heavy weight of massive feet. Suddenly, he spied a zookeeper approaching the crevice and he quickly backed away till he hit the end of the chamber. It only went back roughly three feet, but with his back pressed along the length of the interior wall the zookeeper could not see him. He heard a man's voice, and the spraying of something. There came a sharp, sour smell that made him feel a bit dizzy. It was strong enough it started to overpower the leather interior of the crevice.

A growling rumble of an impatient beast filled the chamber. The zookeeper walked away, and Cyril dared to creep close enough to see inside the chamber again—that scent making his nostrils tingle. In the middle of the room was the T-Rex. Its hide ranging from alligator green to deep forest green to deeper black along its head and back. It seemed remarkably tame: its eyes were lidded, head and tail drooping slightly while a second zookeeper walked under the beast with a step-stool.

Now was his chance to get a picture, but when he fished his phone out and looked back at the scene he gasped. The zookeeper had set the stool between the T-Rex's legs and, from there, started fondling a fleshy cock hanging between his waist. It was remarkably human in appearance, with the dark flesh of foreskin hanging across the tip. One worker handed the other a bucket and rag, and it was clear they applied some sort of liquid to it. The dinosaur's cock started to stir, and his massive tail twitched.

Was this supposed to be some joke? Did zoo's regularly masturbate their exhibits? Bruno seemed to be enjoying himself. And as his cock came twitching to life, the scent coated on the crevice began to be overridden by a musk. Like the cock itself, it smelled familiar to a typical male's musk. A bit dryer, but that heady scent began an unwitting reaction for Cyril as well. The teenager's knees shuffled together, rubbing his dick along his boxers. It sort of reminded him of the one time he blew another guy—being shoved into the thick thatch of their pubic hair. But this was just supposed to be some animal not…

The cock was completely hard and glistening, and Cyril's hand had wandered down to his own crotch. That's when, with a chain leash, someone started leading the beast to Cyril. And it suddenly clicked into place what they were doing and what he was in. His first instinct was to try and run again, but of course, he quickly reached the back end of the leather tube. A set of rumbling footsteps and that musk grew stronger still. He was frozen as the dinosaur stopped. That musk was so cloyingly powerful it left Cyril a little dizzy.

Then the seal opened. A cock thicker than a foot pushed into the hole. In the darkness, Cyril just made out the outline of its shape as it slid past his sandals, against his legs. The flesh was hot and firm against his skin—softer than he expected. It was oily, too, not just with lube but something else unwashed and masculine that nearly made Cyril gag. It felt like some strange dream. The spongy head of the cock reached his chest, the foreskin all the way drawn back. Smegma beneath the foreskin smeared onto him, along with a bead of pre-cum large as a water balloon. The preseminal fluid got rubbed into his face, and the masculine taste of that salty fluid made Cyril whimper a little. Why was this so hot? That urethra had to be big enough that Cyril could finger it.

The cock ground roughly against his clothing, tugging the fabric against his skin as the beast worked in and out of the warm hole it fucked. Cyril added an unexpected warmth and texture for Bruno. He heard a loud growl from outside before that cock pulled back. Cyril was yanked on his back and had to plant his feet in a V on the ceiling of the breeding dummy to keep from being yanked out. He definitely didn't want to be caught now. His legs hugged the head of that cock, which the T-Rex no doubt took as encouragement before the feral animal rutted forward. The cock slid across Cyril's entire body this time, the underside of the shaft flattening him into the leather. Cyril was coated in more musk, and now the Rex's smegma covered his chest and face. He could taste it, which strangely didn't diminish his erection at all. This whole situation had him so hot and bothered. When that glorious cock pulled back it tugged roughly on his clothes again. He felt fabric tear a little, the Rex again nearly pulling Cyril from the hole.

He groaned, before that dick battered back inside. This time when it bottomed out a gout of thick pre cum fired from the tip and matted Cyril's hair. The musky taste of the reptile overwhelmed his senses and already Cyril felt close to cumming. The beastly cock began pistoning in and out, and soon his shirt was torn off at a sleeve and pre-slickened cock rubbed the length of his torso. Cock flesh felt good rubbing firmly against his skin. He broke out into a sweat as he abandoned any hope of this ending and started trying to work the T-Rex off. He wrapped his arms upward and was able to hug the dick as it entered the slickened breeding dummy. Soon his shorts were torn off with his boxers, and when his cock, soaked in pre, first touched the flesh of that beast's cock, he came. Cyril's back arched a moment before he was pushed back down by the Rex's shaft, and his dick came. His whole body shook as his orgasm overcame him—his seed completely lost in the messy churn of the T-Rex's cock.

Cyril bucked upward into the T-Rex's thrusting. He was dizzy and in a daze as the beast fucked the hole with the abandon of a wild animal. A small part of him knew he shouldn't be so into this, but it was just so hot to have cock rub against his whole body like this. To feel the foreskin peel back around his legs. To have the rank stink of male massaged into his flesh by a massive shaft. Cyril's dick never went soft, it did almost sting with how stimulated it felt, but the teenager couldn't care less. He was completely covered in musk and cock, pre cum oily all over his skin. He leaned his head upwards so the glans of that cock buried squarely into his face. He wanted to worship this stud, even if this stud was a feral animal.

In and out that shaft pistoned across his body till the thrusts slowed into sudden jerks and grinds. He heard the beast overhead snarling, and Cyril knew the dinosaur was close. He squeezed his elbows and knees around the shaft. The firm flesh only yielded slightly, but Cyril tried his best to make the beast think this faux-cunt was squeezing down on the massive predator.

It worked. The T-Rex slammed in and came. It was like a hose. Thick waves of spunk spilled into the crevice and across Cyril's body. It was hot as a warm bath, and at a gasp the boy's mouth was suddenly filled with the beast's seed. The Rex tugged out and dug forward—his thrust a little lower, actually pushed up against Cyril's ass before another hosing shot into the crevice. Cyril moaned as cum found its way pushing into his exposed asshole. Thick white rivers ran across his balls and cock and drowned his waist. He felt warmth push up his bowels as if a filled condom just burst inside him. The dinosaur's dick ploughed forward again and more cum spilled right into Cyril's face. It filled his nose and mouth. The boy's entire being soaked in T-Rex cum. The thick, masculine mouthful was hard to swallow, but Cyril desperately needed to in order to keep breathing. Swallowing all that seed was enough to make Cyril cum again. And this time his throbbing orgasm seemed to follow the dinosaur's. Each throb of his dick was met with a pulse from the T-Rex, and a fresh wave of seed filling the chamber. His torso was nearly submerged in the dinosaur's musky cum. Enough to make the hapless teenager worry suddenly that he might drown.

It was at that sudden thought the beast pulled out of the crevice. A trail of cum leaked from the hole. Cyril was too battered to move. He groaned weakly and heard the zookeeper's talking. The dinosaur got led away. The cum that slipped out the breeding dummy was collected, and soon it was quiet outside the crevice. Just Cyril and buckets worth of spunk and the musk of a T-Rex's essence.

A buzzing beneath him got Cyril to squirm around in the leather interior until he found his phone. It miraculously survived the ordeal, though when he answered the voice that came through was tinny like the speakers were plugged.

“Dude? Are you dead or what?"

He tried to catch his breath. Where to even begin? “Uh… fuck…"

“What does that mean?"

“Um, I'll explain later. Can you do me a favor? My gym bag's in your trunk. I need you toss it into the exhibit."

“Why the shit would I do that dude?"

“Look, my clothes got messed up, and I can't leave until you do that. I'll be hiding out in the exhibit until then."

“God, alright. But you owe me fucker.

He hung up and Cyril worked his way out of the crevice, dripping thick dollops of dinosaur cum on the ground. His whole body ached and the only thing intact were his sandals. He left a trail dinosaur seed that led out of the now empty chamber. He crouched behind a tree, and thought again of what happened. His cock stirred a little bit, and he knew the musk he reeked of wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. It took several minutes, but eventually he watched a gym bag fall into the exhibit.

It took a miracle to sneak out without getting caught, but somehow, Cyril got lucky there, too.