Exploring New Territory
Dino found himself seated comfortably atop the warm body of his new friend, his smooth scales pressed firmly into the bare flesh with his weight. He wriggles a little, his bare butt rubbing into the slowly growing lump under it and coaxing an affectionate chitter from the black and white muzzle. He smiles down at his playmate, rubbing his palms each into a well-defined pectoral, enjoying the feel of the firm little nubs as they drag across his sensitive flesh. His eyes lock onto those of the orca, holding his gaze.
"Well, well...it seems I've got you right where I want you, hmmm?" His muzzle stretches out into a grin, a hint of the pearly white teeth showing as his lips seem to shrink back a bit. "Now, the question is, what should I do with you?" He runs his tail tip lightly along the mottled inner thigh, black and white colorings mixing and battling for space. In truth, it was the oddity of his color pattern that drew the two together in the first place. He had never before seen a cetacian whose underbelly white was so mixed with the jet black of his back along the edges in a jagged speckling such as this. It was almost as if the white was a thick glass sheet dropped from great height, the extreme outer edges shattering against the black canvas of smooth flesh and being frozen there for all time. He let his hands drift down to trace over the irregular pattern once more.
His curious admiration and friendly banter had not been lost on the seemingly quiet orca he later learned was named Schwertwal. Indeed, his calm manner and open personality seemed to mesh rather well with the sauropod. They had much in common as it turned out.
The saurian was not exactly what one would describe as 'run of the mill' himself. Purple was the tone of his body, a deep violet along his back broken in lines and intricate patterns of a deep lively red--much akin to the way precious metals are veined through their surrounding sediments--and a lighter shade of lavender covering his underbelly. Aside from this, the orca was a musician, playing the creative genious behind a promising synth band in the process of putting together their first album. The sauropod, Dino Thunderlung, while nothing approaching this scale, was a musician of sorts as well. In addition to having played the tuba in his high school band, he was probably best known for his uncanny ability to play, on the trumpet, nearly any tune he could hear. This feat was made all the more astonishing once it was discovered that he did it without ever touching an actual trumpet, but with his mouth alone.
The little similarities were nothing more than similarly shady bits of vague description and happenstance--bordering on hilarity--which were precariously connected by shared fascination. But, nevertheless, it was enough to give the pair the excuse they both were seemingly searching for to become fast friends. Very fast friends, as was evidenced by their present position.
Schwert, from his present position, had a very revealing view of the sauropod in all his glory. Perched upon his extreme lower abdomen, bare fleshy globes rubbing tantilizingly across his hidden member (not to remain hidden for much longer, at this rate), was a velvety-violet mass of toned saurian flesh. The chest currently perched atop him rivaled the level of toned detail of his own, similarly pert nubs perched atop each pec just begging for attention. His hands, though, were full of strong thigh, barely able to contain his arrousal from the unusually alluring form pressing down on him from above. Between those thighs, seeming a bit out of place for a reptilian, was a free-hanging length of flaccid flesh drooped over a leathery sac which rested on his lower tummy. The soft member looked to be about eight inches long and two thick and Schwert found himself wondering just how big the monster would get when fully arroused. He then looked up--and up and up and up--at the smallish head perched atop the four feet of thick neck, the saurian smiling down at him.
Though neither could quite place the cause for the big attraction they both obviously felt, they could see in the eyes of the other that it was mutual. The focused, cloudy stare from one set of eyes to the other, both very much aware of their surroundings and what was happening as they were lost in a fog of arrousal and lust, seemed to mirror their feelings back at them. The orca blushed softly as the saurian leaned down and pressed his muzzle gently against those smooth-skinned lips, the orca's beak being tentatively probed by a thick wet tongue. It started slow and easy, just the ghosting of flesh from one to the other, but as the orca slowly opened up to accept the probing dinosaur tongue, the passion began to overwhelm them. Dino leaned himself down, almost laying atop the prone cetacian, as Schwert took up the role of subordinate both easily and subconsciously, the act seeming to feel natural in the presence of this mountain of sexual tension.
Dino supported his weight on his arms, palms flat on the floor on either side of Schwert's head with fingers spread wide. After several long minutes of sampling his lover's beak, he blushes lightly himself, drawing back slightly to look into the orca's eyes. "This is all happening pretty fast...I don't even know what you like..." He studies the bashful smile and almost pleading look in his partner's eyes. "Is there...anything special you want me to do?"
For several long moments, Schwert can only stare back into the saurian's eyes, his jaws working a little, though saying nothing, as he mulls it over in his mind. Should he? He doesn't know Dino...how will will he react to it? Did he want to risk ruining what could turn out to be his only shot to truly 'enjoy' the company of the larger male? But then, on the other side, could he really be happy with anything less than a fantasy fulfilled? He smiles, knowing the answer to all of these questions before they can fully run through his mind. "Sit on me."
Dino blinks, slightly confused. Had he heard right? The voice was quiet...barely above a whisper...but he WAS only inches from the orca's beak. Still...better to be safe than sorry. "I...I'm sorry?"
Schwert felt a cold chill run down his spine, even as the warm body lay atop him. Had he made a mistake? Too late to stop now..."Please...sit on me. I want you to lower your butt onto my beak...let me smell you and taste you..." He stares hopefully back up at the sauropod.
Dino blinks a bit more, being caught completely off guard by the request. He had heard of it, sure...even thought about trying it once...but never thought he would run across someone who would so bluntly ASK for it. He slowly leans back, sitting upright and struggling to keep his face stoic as he looks down at the orca, teasing him and goading him.
The cetacian squirms, feeing his face flush deeply. He'd blown it. It was too much for the saurian, and he sat up. He was about to stand and leave. He could see it happening in his mind's eye. He looks back up at Dino, refusing to let the small whine he feels threatening to sqeak through the back of his throat out, waiting for it all to come crashing down on him.....wait. What was that? He...twitched? The corner of the sauropod's muzzle...he did!
Dino studies the change in his sub closely. His sub? Why would he think that? He'd never considered being a dom before...he loved being on the bottom! But he could feel the difference now. There was something about the timid little orca that made him want to feel in control for once. He realized he wanted nothing more than to see this lovely little male squirm and know he was the cause. He wanted to know he had power over this person. Never before had he cared to control another, but he felt it now. It was intoxicating. And he could no longer hold back the smile at seeing the pleading desperation in his eyes. This orca wanted him. This male...this smaller, toned, alluring, and intoxicatingly beautiful male wanted him. He slowly stood and turned around, placing his knees on the floor on either side of the orca's head.
Schwert was giddy with relief. He was so afraid he had ruined it...blown his one chance to see his fantasy become reality. But it was happening! He could only stare unblinking, squirming with anticipation, beak opened just a slit, as time slowed down so he could see every detail. He watched as muscle rippled and joints moved, picking up every twitch and jitter as the big sauropod stood and turned around. Then his eyes were locked on his prize. The big fleshy globes of Dino's ass seemed to flex and shiver, taunting him as they showed off shallow dimples. His mouth watered shamelessly, watching the full bubble butt descend on him, stopping one scant inch from his beak tip.
Dino smiled to himself. The last second decision to flex his glutes on the way down was sure to add to the excitement of his little orca boi, as he had come to think of him now. One who seemed as fixated as he on the posterior of others would revel in memorizing the twitch and ripple of a good flex. He wasn't all that fond of other's asses but he enjoyed a good booty shudder as much as the next saur. He reaches down and gently strokes along the bottom of Schwert's jaw before allowing his bottom to come into contact with the eager cetacian, soft fleshy mounds sliding down over the sides as the crevice in Dino's butt is voluntarily invaded by drool-slickened orca beak.
A low trill sounds, the air hole on the orca's back expelling an audible blast of air as he inhales the scent of the saurian deeply, jiggling and squirming his beak in as far as it will go into Dino's crack. His hands move to spread the sauropod's cheeks apart and get a good view of the puckered rosebud south of the thick tailbase. Pinkish-tan and about the size of a quarter, the muscular fringe of the orifice twitches and shudders as an exploring tongue swipes out across it slowly, sampling the intimate taste of sauropod.
Dino gasps softly, leaning foreward to support his weight on his hands as he presses back onto the beak more, loving the way his orca boi almost reverantly services his hole. The wet tongue drags across his quivering pucker slowly and firmly several times, drawing a few more low chitters from the blissful orca beneath him. The sauropod smiles, Indulging in a chuckle only mentally, not wanting to degrade his lover. After all, just because he is feeling dominant and powerful, directing this sexy cetacian to his every whim as he knows by now that he can, he isn't cruel. He cares for Schwert and would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, whether mentally or physically. Even if his new kinky partner enjoyed humiliation, he does not. He does, however, love the eager admiration, and is perfectly content to allow the orca to explore his rear as he likes.
Meanwhile, so lost in the moment is Schwert, that he barely notices the shift in position, his body squirming and wriggling a bit under the saurian with the singular purpose of wriggling his beak and tongue into the big bronto butt further. He nuzzles foreward into the muscular hole firmly each time his body shifts, getting groans of appreciation from the big male above him. This only serves to motivate him further, drawing him more and more into his work. What started out as curious exploration of a forbidden fantasy slowly evoles into eager participation before giving way to passionate love-making, the orca pressing his tongue more and more insistently against the tight pucker in an effort to gain entrance.
Shuddering and groaning softly, the sauropod closes his eyes to slits, rubbing his butt back into the beak as it works it's magic, teasingly flexing his hole even as he feels the wet tongue slowly spreading him open and worming inside. Never had he though this could bring such pleasure, his head tilting down toward the white and black form beneath him. His eyes catch a glimpse of pink, and he grins, nuzzling gently into the blushing flesh of the orca's groin, his own broad tongue firmly lapping over the sensitive area.
Another blissful trill sounds as the thick tongue is felt pressing down against the growing bulge of the orca's hidden member. Another firm press from that big wet muscle and the genital slit begins to open slowly, the tip of the orca's whale cock just beginning to get it's first breath of fresh air of the night. He squirms in exstacy under the bigger male, pressing his tongue in as deep as it will go to explore the inside of this big beautiful butt pressing down at him, quickly finding a large lump deep beyond which is soon singled out and firmly lapped over.
The big saurian gasps audibly, his mouth flying open in mid-lick and pressing his tongue even harder down into the slowly opening slit, brushing across the thick whale cock as he does. The pleasure of the tongue deep inside him makes him press his chin down into the orcsgroin, causing the member to grow a bit more rapidly from it's hiding place, the tip pressing almost impatiently past the saurian's lips, which oblige themselves to hug the throbbing length firmly. Dino directs his tongue to the tip, flicking rapidly over the cum slit.
A whining chitter is the reward for the sauropod's efforts, the tongue deep within him going rigid for a second as the sensitive length of orca flesh is stimulated so directly. A small spurt of pre and the humping of the orca's hips up into Dino's mouth soon follow, the tongue slowly sliding back from the hole, only to plunge rapidly back into the warm depths.
A low rumbling groan issues from the dinosaur at the taste of the pre, sending little shocks of vibration through the whale cock and making Schwert squirm. The saurian's muzzle presses firmly into his sub's hips, reveling in the feel of the still-emerging member pressing up deeper into his muzzle with every thrust of hips. The larger male begins to writhe a bit at the feel of the long, dexterous tongue pressing deeply into him over and over, his own hips doing a bit of thrusting of their own, back into the beak.
Slowly, very slowly, the depth reached by the orca's exploring tongue gets shallower, before it slips from the saurian's hole altogether. He lets Dino's backward presses slide his butt along the top of his beak, curling his tongue up to tease at his crack and the little strip of skin just behind that leathery sac.
Dino groans out and presses back further, laying down on top of the warm body beneath him now and pressing them together. He feels the teasing tongue begin lapping over his big balls and the base of his now rock hard shaft, his own muzzle suckling on the length of whale cock hungrily, loving the taste of the thick tube of flesh. He holds himself in place, letting the needy orca thrust in and out of his muzzle as he likes, even as the thick tip presses down into his long throat, the silky smooth walls hugging the shaft snuggly as it moves through.
A shudder makes the orca's whole body seem to vibrate, the feel of the snug silken warmth of the long throat hugging his shaft sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His hips press up almost urgently, quickening his needy thrusting into that hungry maw. His rapid pace is broken intermittently by the level of pleasure as it builds, begginning to come dangerously close to triggering his climax, his tongue pressing into the base of the dino-shaft firmly.
A whimpering groan from the sauropod just before pulling his muzzle suddenly up off of the tasty length of whale cock tells how loath he was to do it, but this isn't how he wants this to end. No...this is rare and special intimate contact...it should have an equally special and initmate end. He slowly stands, taking his posterior from the beak it has come to love and turning around, laying atop the wonderful smaller male once more, chest to chest, and letting him feel his body, his muzzle pressing gently into the beak in a light kiss. "Gods, you are good." He smiles.
A little blush deepens his cheeks as Schwert hears this, tasting himself in the saurians mouth, just as Dino doubtlessly can. "Thanks...Talent born of desire..." He kisses the saurian a little deeper, letting the tongue delve into the larger muzzle now. "But why did you stop...I was so close..."
Dino chuckles now, "I know you were. Was that really how you wanted this to end?" He licks Schwert's cheek. "Because it's not how I want it to end." He smiles, sitting back upright, letting that freshly explored butt crack cradle the hard length of whale cock. "I want something to replace that tongue deep inside me...would you like that? Would you like to take this big butt with your whale cock Orca Boi?" He smiles, the dom about to play bottom. Not your normal rules, but a very arrousing thought anyhow. He was also curious as to how Schwert would take the first verbal use of his new nickname.
An excited chitter issues from this, the orca's hand moving to grip Dino's hips as his own press up at the warm fold of flesh encompassing his sensitive length. "Oh gods, yes...please...let me feel you from the inside again...ride your little Orca Boi...gimme that big beautiful bronto butt." He flushes deeper, his eyes closing to enjoy the feel of his needy, throbbing length nestled deep in the crevice of the larger male's rear.
Dino smiles, "Mmmm...if that is your wish...I can't help but grant it." He rocks his body foreward, resting his weight on his hands and lining the thick tip up with his puckered hole, flexing the orifice a time or two to let his new lover feel it against his tip before pressing slowly back, the pressure increasing gradually and slowly spreading open the tight orifice until it slips inside fully, followed by about three inches of thick shaft. Hesitating only a second, the big sauropod continues down, letting his tight hole take in the thick length of whale cock until his butt rests on the white smooth body beneath him, his back arched and his eyes closed tightly in bliss.
A groan and an excited chitter issue from the prone cetacian, his head rolled back and his hips pressing up at the slowly descending bronto butt, loving the feeling of the tightness so snuggly hugging his shaft. He arches his back, pressing up a bit more at the tight warm orifice as it obligingly speads open to welcome the thick length of whale meat. His hands move up to the big thighs, kneading and squeezing, his eyes shut as he relishes the pleasure of the moment.
Shuddering and whining gently, Dino presses down, intent on feeling his butt hit the Orca Boi's hips. Soon, he gets his wish, pressing back still more to make sure he is in good and deep, wriggling back on it just for the sake of driving his needy partner crazy. He grins big and sits upright, the thick cock seeming to slide even further inside as it rubs along his insides with every move. He smiles down broadly, his hands roaming the well-developed chest. "Mmmmmm...gods...you are so deep in me..." The grin grows a bit as he contracts himself, squeezing down on the thick whale cock. "Isn't this better?"
Schwert is writhing beneath the bulk of saurian perched atop him, his senses close to overload with the feeling of those big fleshy globes squeezed in around his member, the incredible warmth and tightness surrounding his length. His hands slide around to grip firmly at the thick hips of the larger male, his hips pressing up firmly agianst the firm butt as he trills and moans out from the feeling, nodding his head numbly at the question.
The sauropod lays down atop his lover, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him close as he uses his tight puckered hole to massage the thick length stretching it. He nuzzles into the side of Schwert's neck as he feels the insistent upward presses of the smaller male's hips. "Mmmm...that's it..." He rolls over, hugging himself tightly to the Orca beneath him, until he is on bottom now, the pleasing warmth and bulk of the killer whale atop him now. "Take me, Orca Boi. I give myself to you."
He groans and whimpers a little as he is rolled on top of the saurian, resting fully on his chest now. He looks into the eyes of the big dino and blushes a bit, the white around his cheeks tinting to a pink as he pulls his hips back a bit and presses deeply into the tight hole once more. His blissful groan is quickly followed followed by another slow withdrawl and a slightly more urgent thrust into the tight body below him.
Dino groans and rolls his own head back now, squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh yes...faster...deeper..." His hole is flexing and twitching around the thick invader, adjusting slowly to the size as it presses in and pulls back. His arms wrap around the cetacian and hold him firmly, his head coming down to kiss the open beak passionately and feed him a thick, powerful tongue.
Schwert chitters and whines freely, surrendering his beak to the aggressive tongue. The passionate embrace only serves to heighten his arrousal, his hips beginning to pull back and press in again faster and faster with each passing moment. Before long, the needy orca is thrusting his full length rapidly in and out of the saurian to the hilt, his arms wrapped around the big body and his tongue wrapped up inside the larger one.
Dino grunts and whimpers a little as he suckles hungrily on the orca tongue, his hole beginning to tighten up more and more until he looses a rumbling bellow, his whole chest vibrating against that of Schwert, as his fully engorged member begins coating them both in his thick seed. A scant moment later, the orca thrusts in deeply and trills out loud, a rather large blast of warmth squirting deep inside him, followed closely by several more.
The two lay there, spent and coated in their combined juices and sweat. Dino nuzzles Schwert again, and it is returned, the smaller curling up atop the big bronto as his member softens and slips from his hole. Dino smiles and kisses his forehead. "Mmmm...that was great. We both got what we needed there. But...." Schwert looks back at him with a questioning gaze, making the sauropod smile. "Next time, I get to ride the orca. Deal?"