Closing Time
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
This week my main focus was Hold Me Forever, so I wrote a quick sloppy smut piece where a gay crow bangs a human (as is my style). Hope you enjoy!
I drifted in the water as if I was floating in nothing. The swaying surface currents that gently rocked and steered my body felt like automatic motions, undeniable axioms that I was merely observing with no hope of changing. The water was quiet, almost everyone having long since left. I had long lost track of time, but through my closed eyes I could tell the light of day was thinning into night.
I felt something tap at my shoulder. I jumped at the shock, upsetting my serenity and being withdrawn from the pleasant haze.
“Pool's closing soon."
“Oh. Thanks."
I floated on my back, staring at the waterlogged crow standing perpendicular to me. He had bluish black feathers and was clearly muscular. I could feel his sharp eyes glancing over my pruny skin, sizing me up momentarily before he turned and trudged through the water to the edge of the pool. He climbed out and headed to the change room. As he walked, I admired his broadly fanned tail feathers, like a rudder leading him through the air. Realizing how late it was, I was soon to leave the pool and follow him.
When I stepped into the showers I felt a gust of steam wash over me. The crow was standing in the spray of hot water, thin streams pouring over his body. He'd done away with his yellow swimsuit, exposing him entirely. I, of course, couldn't see much - he was facing the wrong way - but my mind took the opportunity to imagine what might be on the other side.
I stepped towards the bird, moving beneath the second nearest showerhead. A trickle of adrenaline was starting to make its way through me, but I wasn't the type to act on fantasies. Not bold enough to remove my own bathing suit, I turned the knob near my waist and welcomed the hot water over my chest. I felt the droplets forcefully heave themselves on my shoulders, surrendering into rivulets that weaved down my body towards the drain.
I glanced at the crow again.
I hadn't meant to, but my mind didn't seem to appreciate my orders. He was shampooing his feathers; The bubbles, gleaming with faint orange reflections from the dim light, contrasted his dark exterior. I'd heard that keeping feathers clean was very important for birds, but I was no expert. I shut out my thoughts and closed my eyes, putting my head beneath the onslaught of water above me. It poured over my face as it wicked the chlorine from my hair.
I froze, feeling a breath over the nape of my neck. There wasn't anyone else in the showers, so I knew it was the crow. He brought his right hand to my shoulder, wrapping his left around me and planting his palm on my stomach, only a few inches above my groin. As gently as one can with a beak, he began nibbling at my ear while his naked body pressed up against my back.
As the events unfolded I remained wordless, but It was clear I had no intention to reject his advances. I leaned backwards into him, his strong heartbeat hammering at my shoulder blade, and wilted in his grasp as his left hand traced lower, slipping under the waistband of my swim shorts. His talons were sharp, but his dexterity kept me from feeling them. Unless, of course, he wanted me to.
The wet mesh inside my swimsuit clung to the back of his feathered hand as he toyed with me. He squeezed at my limp shaft, rolling my foreskin back and tracing the point of a claw along the ridge of my exposed glans. I shuddered with the motion, his hand soon progressing to fondle at my balls. The pool had rendered them shrunken and tight to my body, but his hands slowly massaged them away until they were hot and loose between my legs.
Seemingly satisfied, he used his hand to slip the garment down towards my knees, but the moisture left it to stagnate and stick to my legs. For a moment, he waited, thinking. I tensed as something pressed at my scrotum, my mind soon resolving it as his lifted three-toed foot. His middle toe pressed up, separating my orbs, and the two neighboring digits clamped together, pulling each division of my sack tight over the delicate flesh inside. I winced in confused pleasure as I felt the sharp talons on his foot pressing into my nuts. At the time, it didn't occur to me that if he wanted he could have easily mutilated me by stomping downwards. I was too caught up in the feeling to think of anything so perverse, but luckily the crow's actions were not malicious.
His foot released my loins, and stepped down on top of my lingering swim suit. It was lying on the floor encircling my feet, leaving me fully naked against the large bird behind me. I noticed a prodding and realized that his cock was growing, spilling out of his cloaca and prodding at my backside. As the crow stroked my member I reached behind my back to hold his. The hefty flesh filled my hand, hot and thick at its base. I couldn't see behind me, but my palm could feel the length tapering to a speared tip. I felt slimy pre drooling from his meat, slickening my hand.
A thought occurred to me, growing in urgency until I shed my last scrap of modesty to fulfill the urge. I closed my hand, sheltering the pre from the shower, and brought it to my face. I pressed my tongue into my barreled fist, letting a mixture of the bird's pre and slitfluid creep onto my tongue, staining my tastebuds with its intense flavour. More than anything it was bitter, but beneath it was a musky layer of saltiness that weakened my knees.
“Someone's having fun."
The crow's deep voice spoke, breaking the silence that had been maintained throughout the encounter. I nodded, feeling his beak caress at the nape of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his coarsely feathered bicep as he continued jerking me off. His other hand shifted, grasping his cock and aligning it with my pucker. It drooled more pre at my opening, lubing me for what was certain to come.
He began leaning forwards, using his weight to wedge his cocktip into my body. I moaned quietly, his fluids taking the pain away from the pressure. I hugged his arm tighter as he pressed into me. First it was a third, then a half, and then I could feel his downy crotch feathers pressing against my rear. It was the biggest I had ever taken, but it wasn't large enough to particularly worry me. My body was limp, his thrusts on my hard member amplified by the hefty mass of dick that crushed my prostate as it throbbed. The bird regained his composure, beginning to exit me before thrusting back in again.
His pace quickened, each motion making me feel bloated and then empty as the large cock stretched me. I was becoming weaker in his arms as my orgasm approached, lunging closer with each heavy thrust. Even in the humid shower I was beginning to smell the heavy musk emanating from the exhausted bird behind me. I drank as much as I could into my lungs, the odour lulling me towards the growing peak of pleasure that the crow was providing. I pressed my face into the arm that anchored me, groaning out loudly as I was overcome with ecstacy. My testicles squirmed as I pelted the floor of the shower with semen, the ropes swiftly following the water down the drain. The crow could feel my body clenching around him as I ejected my load, the tightness on his thick cock driving him to his peak. A loud caw filled the shower as he bottomed out against me, his tapering spire of black flesh erupting within my bowel. I could feel my intestines bulge at the tremendous glut of his hot, viscous seed, filling me and marking me as his. The throbs continued, and so did his strokes at my tired cock, spasming in the last moments of laborious pleasure as the avian emitted his final spurts into me.
He panted heavy breaths into my ear, doubled over and supporting himself against a wall. I felt safe with him overtop of me, as if he was sheltering me from the busy world outside. His breathing began to subside.
“Wanna come home with me?"
I wasn't expecting him to ask, but my body answered reflexively, skipping past the logical part of my mind.
“Yeah."
He did his best to kiss my shoulder, which, having a beak, wasn't exactly elegant.
“Sounds good. By the way, this -" he gestured at my filled gut, “is staying exactly where I put it."
Somehow, his sentiment almost got me hard again.
“Okay."
By this point, my brain was completely off. All that mattered was the soft, heavy body above me. He began to speak again.
“We should probably shower. For real."
I nodded.