Untitled #8.14
UNTITLED #8.14
"Yeah, some body got dug out uh the ground," the potbellied turkey laughed in a thick New York accent, his voice rough as gravel from years of smoking the pipe he was currently loading with a mixture of tobacco and pot. "Don't know who the hell it is, even if it's a guy or gal or what species it is. Police 're looking into it." He lit the pipe and drew deeply, smiling and adjusting the tight leathers he was wearing, jacket, pants, boots and gloves against otherwise bare feathers. No outfit felt better to him. "Probably some poor fucker got drunk 'n' fell into the roadbed 'n' got tarred over. Like the mob goes around burying people in the roads here"
He laughed again, louder now as smoke billowed out of his beak and nostrils, forming a hazy, sweet-smelling cloud. Through it he watched his partner standing over him, the slender salamander whose own body was even more covered than the turkey's, clad in formfitting ocean blue spandex. "You shouldn't be as cute as y' are when y're doin' y' faceless thing, Merle," he continued, gripping the middle finger of one glove in his beak and pulling it from his hand, roughly grabbing the graceful reptile's outlined cock and balls and getting a moan from their owner as he tugged him closer to his chair. "Wish y'd talk when y' doin' it though," he added. Even without a clear view of his features he was sure the salamander gave him a coy grin and a raised eyebump. "Wish y'd let me smoke ya up as well." The turkey drew again on the warm bowl, exposed hand massaging Merle's sex through the zentai and remembering the familiar texture of his lover's tastes
For Merle, speaking and smoking weren't options. Not in zentai. The lizard loved the otherworldly appearance as much as he loved the way the tight, sleek material stretched and hugged and enveloped every inch of his body. Unmasking to get stoned with the earthy, leatherclad turkey had its appeal, but he refused to spoil the effect. The turkey's rough, masculine hand massaging his cock through the suit was another matter of course. That was an earthly delight the alien was more than happy to go along with
The turkey chuckled again, throaty as ever before gripping his pipe in his beak. He wasn't nearly so poetic as the salamander, he just wanted to unwind and have fun after a hard day as foreman. "I really wanna make a mess uh that suit for ya," he slurred around the pipe, more smoke drifting from his nostrils as his still-gloved hand unbuttoned the leather trousers and wrangled his own cock free, leather fingers wrapping around it. "Mind if I do?"
He watched the lizard's graceful flexing with a glint in his eye. He knew a "go for it" when he got it, greedily beginning to masturbate him properly through the spandex. The salamander in turn shuddered in pleasure from the mixture of the turkey's forceful grip and the material gliding against his pole, already milking drops of precum to stain it from the inside. It wasn't what he wanted yet though, and his own hands that were already stroking the turkey's busy one and the leather of his sleeve now politely but firmly pushed him back as he sank softly to his knees instead
"Aww Merle, y're too good to me," the turkey grinned, his now-free hand taking the pipe as another tall plume of smoke curled from his beak. The marijuana was beginning to take effect now, adding another layer to the mysterious blue ghost in front of him as well as heightening the way his lover's fingers felt as the material brushed teasingly over his thick cock. "God that's it Merle," he rumbled in satisfaction, reclining in the battered armchair to puff his pipe contentedly and stroke his bare hand across the lizard's cranium. "Oh one uh these days y're gonna make me want one uh those things," he sighed. Even the mute reptile had to chuckle as he stroked his covered snout along his lover's length
Merle's own cock was straining against the material, such that the lizard knew he'd explode with just a few touches. Cumning in the suit felt great of course, but it felt better still gliding his fingers over his lover, cupping and massaging the turkey's heavy balls, listening to his deep, hungry moans of pleasure and smelling his musk through the fabric. It was such a shame he couldn't suck the thick shaft down to the root whilst dressed like this, contenting himself instead to keep pumping as the turkey groaned with pleasure. "Ah fuck, Merle..."
Both turkey and lizard couldn't help laughing as he came like a fountain, spraying into the air to soak the zentai. Then he looked at the clock on the counter. "Time for y' evenin' class," he sighed, climbing up from the chair. Merle rose and stood with him, and they pressed snout to beak and the turkey pressed his hand to the lizard's cock, and he smiled and rumbled warmly as he felt his lover's body quivering with pleasure, his cock spasming, the familiar warm and wet feeling spreading across the crotch of the suit and the moan that was impossible to stifle. "That's better, huh Merle?"
The lizard smiled at him, his facial features revealed through the soaked patches in the fabric. One arm wrapped around the turkey whilst the other finally unzipped the suit and pulled the hood down to kiss him, tasting the turkey's beloved smoking blend mixed with traces of his seed. "That's much better," he said at last, his voice more soft and feminine than the turkey's
"Y're comin' straight home after class, right?" the turkey asked, nibbling at the nape of his lover's neck. The lizard nodded, stroking his back
"Mm-hmm. Mind if I wear the black when I get back babe?"
"Mind if I wear rubber?"
"Works for me"