The Gentle Touch
(All characters, including those based on other stories and RP's, are 息 of their respective owners)
Summer...the time of the year when everything is just right. Long, sun-drenched days...and hot ones too, leading into even hotter nights of parties and clubhopping. At least being on the lake is of benefit to me, especially on those steamy days where you could cut the air with a butter knife. Some of those days I curse myself for being cold-blooded...but then I remember that it can all go away by slipping out of my clothes and into the cool waters off my back patio. It is calming, almost serene as I retreat to the deeper waters toward the center of the lake; being able to hold my breath for close to an hour certainly helps that cause. And it is moments like that where I close my eyes and thank the gods for making me a crocodile.
The past few weeks have been rather hectic as I am finally wrapping up the first Children of Maia album. This project has been about a year and a half in the making and is a turn in a different direction; I'm sure most of my fans remember the Saur Loser days, where I was an angry hard rock animal spouting off about all the shit that dragged me down. With the Children of Maia project, it allowed me to explore my creativity in the guise of melodic power metal, a genre that I have always admired and adored. Some of the absolutely sickest guitar pieces I have heard have come from these power metal gods; of which, my lead guitarist is one. I don't know if you know him or not, but his name is Rocky Branson and he was one of the founding members of the popular metal band known as Lupus Nocturnus. He and keyboardist Ki'Rin DeShea came to me one day after hearing about how me and Zak wanted to start a metal band ourselves. I wish I could take credit for this one, but it was the dragon's idea all along. Long story short, Zak wanted to let loose his own brand of ass-pounding double bass fury, I wanted to show the world that I knew more than just a few chords and Rocky and Ki(we call the panthress that for short) wanted to get back to making music after they were suddenly and unexpectedly thrown out of Lupus Nocturnus. Goddamn Otto and his ego trip...he won't know what he's missing until the next Lupus album comes out.
We were also able to acquire the services of bassist Dorian Atwater, formerly of Stormbringer. I originally wanted a young otter by the name of Sammy Rallo, but he had some personal issues to sort out and left on good terms. Dorian...for those that don't know...and I don't know if anyone has seen one before, but imagine a lion with a dreadlocked mane that has the easygoing nature of a Caribbean islander. That's him, all right...born in Jamaica with ambitions of living life the way it should be. But then as we started writing some of the initial pieces for the demo, I figured that it would be best if we had a female vocalist as well, and preferably one that could play guitar worth half a damn too.
That's where Lana Snow, metal vixen extraordinaire, comes in. She was a product of the London International Academy of Performing Arts, the same academy that her sister, the famous actress Charlotte Winters, got her start in. But she grew bored of that and wanted to learn to sing, where she began to learn at the Royal Academy of Music. She showed great promise as she trained her voice, establishing herself as one of the top mezzo-sopranos in her class. But you don't stop to think until you hear that she was only thirteen at the time. Her brilliance captivated many scores of people who wanted her to pursue a career in opera...but after hearing the product of a famous soprano from Finland at age sixteen, she decided to go in a different direction. She formed the band Rogue Soul with four of her friends and showed some promise...but a tragic car crash that took three of the five members derailed her from the path to stardom. That is, until I gave her a call and told her about the Children of Maia project...she jumped at the opportunity and has not only dazzled me with her dreamy voice, but her guitar abilities are just about parallel to those of me and Rocky.
But enough of the backstory for now...I'm sitting in my game room overlooking the patio with an Xbox 360 controller in my hand, playing the latest racing game to come out. After I trashed my Mercedes convertible, I've bounced from car to car, thinking I've found the one...I still have the tricked Range Rover in my garage and I traded the Jag in for an Audi RS 4...in black, of course. I sold the Saleen as I find a flashy car that goes 200 miles an hour and is more at home on a race track to be completely useless, plus I could barely even get in the damn thing. So I put it up on Ebay...and got about $400,000 out of it. Of course, I had to have a convertible for cruising around town like a damn pimp in...this took a bit of deliberation, but I settled on the Bentley Azure for two reasons: one, it was big and comfortable...and two, what says pimp more than a Bentley? And yes, I got the same Asanti alligator rims I had on the Mercedes, only these are of the 22-inch variety. For the top-end sports car I wanted, I bounced from a Lambo to another Viper to a Porsche...but I fell in love with a Ferrari F430 I saw at a high-end dealership...black on black and ready to snarl. Another 250 G's and it was sitting between the Audi and the Bentley...again, thank the gods; only this time for kids out there that still eat up the Saur Loser stuff.
So I'm ready to race when all of a sudden, I hear a knock at the front door. I excuse myself from the lobby I was in to answer it. To my surprise were a couple fellas I know real well; the first was an otter named Brendan that was your typical otter...six feet tall, slender build, loves sushi...the usual otter stuff. The guy next to him was anything but ordinary...he was a big, burly, beefy hunk of a rhinoceros that stood close to seven feet tall and had to weigh close to three-hundred-fifty pounds. He was wearing nothing more than what I had on...a simple t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts that did a poor job of hiding his sizeable package. He looked to be in great shape judging by his muscular arms, but also looked to have had a few good meals judging by his round belly and padded rear end. I grinned widely as I stepped back to invite them in.
"Hey Greg," I said, knowing it was the one and only Gregory Horne. Greg is a rising star in the adult entertainment business...though I prefer to call him a horny beast of a porn star. He is most famous for his website, HorneRhino.com, where he invites attractive models of both sexes to try and take his thick, massive fourteen-inch cock in whatever orifice they think they can take him. I've dabbled a little bit in porn, most notably in one of the Yiff Cats films where I played a lifeguard that was seduced by Tygra Jade and Kiara Briggs. It was there I met Brendan...and it was through that I also met Greg as he enjoyed seeing me fuck the daylights out of those two luscious sexkittens.
But back to the matter at hand as I let them in. "What's up, you two?"
"Nothin' much, Croc," replied Brendan as he made his way to the couch and set what appeared to be a backpack down on the computer chair in the living room. "Just thought we'd pop in and shout at ya, seeing as how we're in the area." I smiled and told them to make themselves comfortable. We sat around and chit-chatted about various things for a couple hours, pausing to get some Chinese from a place that I enjoy ordering out from. It's no secret that I love Asian cuisine, especially when it is as good as they make it over at the Panda Garden...damn, I could eat that for the rest of my life. Greg and Brendan seemed to enjoy it as well as we ended up ordering again...but not to worry, they know me well enough over there.
It was after the second round of egg rolls, Kung pao and General Tso's chicken that things got interesting.
We had sat back down on the couch when I excused myself to go pee. For some reason, I made it a point to use the bathroom in my room; don't ask me why cause I don't really know. Oh yeah...Katie knows how much I love those peppers in the General Tso's chicken that she decided to put in a few extra just for me. So it was to the sink after I was done to brush my teeth (I'm a crocodile, goddammit!) and rinse my mouth out. It took me about five minutes to get back down to where they are, but I wasn't expecting to see what I did. Greg and Brendan were standing by the couch, the rhino giving a narration while Brendan recorded it with a video camera. I hesitated for a moment, and that was the break that he needed.
"...Oh, and here he is...c'mere, Croc." This could mean one of only two things...either Brendan had gotten a new toy and wanted to play around with it, or Greg wanted me to co-star in his latest feature. The tide quickly turned to the latter as I slowly padded up to him. "Ladies and gentlefurs, the one and only Croco Xarranax...I'm sure you remember him from Yiff Cats 3..." I gave a bit of a sheepish wave as he continued. "...I don't know about you guys out there, but I loved the changing room scene toward the middle."
My face was beginning to turn a light purple at the thought; that scene saw me sitting on a bench, leaning back against a row of lockers while Kiara rode me. It was also where I first used the trick of spreading open a girl's vulva with my fingers while she rode me in the reverse-cowgirl position...I thought it was so hot the first time I saw it. "Yeah, that was a good one," I replied, not sure of what to say as Greg reached for my crotch. I closed my eyes and began to rumble softly as he fondled me, my own length beginning to slide forth to everyone's approval.
"And I know this cock has seen its fair share of use?" he asked with a bit of a suggestive grin on his face.
"Oh, yeah...sure has..." That was when the rhino set the scene in stone.
"Then what would you say to a little challenge?" I nodded slowly as he began to unsnap, then unzip my shorts. "I told Brendan here that I could cum with that giant hunk of flesh you call a dick in me...without touching my own. He thought I was crazy, but I think I can...in fact, I put a twenty on the line to prove my point. So whaddya say, Croc?"
Hell, why not, I thought...I enjoy a good challenge, especially considering the fact that the rhino prefers to be pounding ass rather than having his own pounded. "I'm up for it." Greg smiled at me as he reached to pull my shorts down, revealing my rapidly swelling cock to him and the camera.
"Good...let's get to it." He reached down again to give it a squeeze while he tilted his head up to kiss me. I wasn't expecting that, but it turned me on all the same as I pressed back, my cock turning hard almost instantly. Greg could feel it as well as our tongues danced in his mouth before he stepped back to remove his shirt. I took the chance to step out of my shorts as I looked down at him to see his chest, which was about as close to being equally of muscle and fat as you could get. You could see a little bit of definition in his abs, but his gut was still round and very plush in appearance.
Once Greg's shirt was off, the kissing grew more intense as I reached over to squeeze one of his massive chunks of pectoral flesh. It wasn't rock hard, but it wasn't man-boob material, which I liked as I gently pinched a nipple. He moaned softly into my mouth before pulling back again, this time to allow us to remove the remaining article of clothing we had on. When we were both completely nude, Brendan motioned us over into a better-lit area as he had turned on all the lights and closed the blinds when I used the bathroom. He scanned us both with the camera as Greg took to his knees in front of me to give a couple teasing laps over my length, then took pretty much the whole thing into his mouth once before pulling back. I let out a deep groan when he did so...call it a crocodile thing, but I have a bit of an oral fixation as he looked up at me.
"Mmmmmm...usually I'd be wanting to play around," he told me in a soft, yet still deep tone, "Y'know...to suck some dick and eat some ass...but I'm so hungry for that crocodile meat that I wanna just get to it. You keep lube in your bedroom?"
What kind of a question was that, I thought as I nodded to him. "Yeah...want me to get some for ya, big guy?" He nodded and told me so, my cock and tail swaying back and forth as I vacated the area to get my favorite Liquid Silk...which I had just replenished after my last bottle ran out. I kept it in an area of my walk-in closet and hidden from view, so that I would only be able to use it for those special occasions and with those special individuals. And to say that fucking the renowned Gregory Horne is special would be an incredible understatement...I know he doesn't bottom that often, but I have seen him use dildos on himself before on his site. Maybe he was saving it for that one special moment, and...yeah, that would be flattering to say the least as I got it and made my way back downstairs.
I came back to hear Greg moaning while Brendan took it all in. The rhino was propped on his left side, holding up his right leg with his left hand, exposing himself to the otter. I slowly made my way over to them, letting my hips sway back and forth a bit as I looked down to see Greg with the middle and ring fingers of his right hand firmly planted in his tailhole. The orifice itself was a deep pinkish color from what I could see, bordering between pink and black and standing out nicely against his grey hide. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of his hole, moaning deeply while looking directly into the camera lens. I took a knee next to him just as he turned in my direction, lipping the tip of my shaft as he groaned.
"You're back..." he said, "now, let's see what this...cock-odile can do..." Part of me wanted to snicker, but another part of me wanted to groan as I have heard that one a million times. I moved into position in front of him, but it blocked Brendan's light.
"Hey Greg, why don't you roll onto your other side?" he instructed, "I can't get a good view of him fucking you like that." The rhino huffed and shifted onto his other side, hands switching places as I moved to the side while he opened his cheeks. That soft rhino ring looked to be stretched out a bit; after all, he had been fingering his ass while I went to get the lube. I opened the bottle and shot some directly onto his flesh, causing Greg to hiss from the coolness of the slippery substance. He reached down to rub it around as I did the same thing to my cock, which made both surfaces glisten in the light while I caught a glimpse of Brendan licking his chops.
"There, that's better," said Greg as he grinned at me, "now get in here, Croco..." I didn't need to be told twice as I slid in, his right leg between my own as I rubbed the tip against his opening to further smear the lube around. Then I looked down at him, and our eyes met as I pushed into him, a deep, deep groan coming from the rhino as I hissed sharply. It had been a while since I had fucked a bigger man...and while Greg wasn't really that plump, the sheer softness of his tunnel told me of the last fat bottom I had. Only the last guy wasn't a world-renowned porn star as I advanced deeper, grinning at the sight of Greg as his face strained in sheer pleasure while I slowly rocked back and forth.
It wasn't until my scaled loins met his round cheeks that he said something coherent to me. "Ohh, fuck...you've got without a doubt the best dick in the world," he grunted to me. My grin grew that much wider from the praise as I pulled back a couple inches, then pushed it into him once again. "Unnnhhh...yes, Croco...gentle-fuck me..." That threw me for a bit of a loop...a big guy like him asking me to fuck him gently? I was expecting him to be begging me to hammer his ass until he couldn't walk straight anymore...but I like turns from the expected. So I began to pull out of him, only to push back slowly when I got to the halfway point.
"Like that?" I asked.
"Ohhhh, yeah...just like that, stud..."
Once I was able to get that slow, steady motion down, Greg's face turned into a mush of pure pleasure as he moaned aloud and praised me in that soft, deep voice of his...a voice that bordered on the brink of a very deep baritone and a very light bass. His bowels felt more like I had my cock wrapped in very fine velvet as it slid through them. I was tempted to go a little faster, but when I did, he grunted and told me to slow down. Damn me for wanting to get off quickly in such a heavenly tailhole like that...though a part of me didn't want this to end as he felt so fucking good around my cock. That part of me would quickly win out as I kept steady while Greg grunted and moaned to the delight of the lutran cameraman.
"Uhhhhh...yeah, that's it," the rhino groaned, "I wanna feel every inch of that long, fat crocodile dick moving through me...ohhhhhyeeeaahhh..." My entire frame shuddered when Greg said that, muscles rippling and scales shining in the light while I pumped myself in and out of him...in and out...in and out. He laid his head to the side while his right arm moved to the side, closing his eyes so that he could savor the feeling. I took quick advantage of that, moving my left hand down to seize the wrist as I continued thrusting. Greg lifted his head and opened his eyes to look at me, but my free hand was coming up to rub over his horn as he parted his mouth to moan. I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but instead I chose to lock eyes with him for about a minute as he grunted and moaned with each stroke of my penis inside of his rump.
About five minutes after I first penetrated him...or was it ten? I don't know as I was quickly losing track of time, but I felt Greg tense up and he hissed sharply.
"Aahhhh! I think I need more lube, stud..." he rumbled softly to me. He was starting to feel a little dry as well and as much as I didn't want to, I slowly pulled myself out of him. After an initial grimace, Greg motioned to Brendan with a look of pure lust on his face.
"C'mere..." he whisper-grunted, "you wanna see what the croc did to me...huh?" He spread his buttcheeks apart to reveal a gaping hole between them, a result of the slow penetration from a very thick member. Greg rolled onto his back as he further taunted the camera, pulling his hole open a tiny bit further. "You wanna see what this fuckin' hot-ass reptile did to me? Look at my gaping asshole...tell me you don't wanna lick and fuck that...nnnhhh...or shove a nice, big dildo in there..." He then turned to me while panting softly and motioned toward his ass. "Uhhnnn...lube it up again, Croc..." I opened the bottle and tipped it to drizzle the lubricant onto his distended ring, which began to close up again as I rubbed it with my fingers.
"Damn, Greg..." I growled, "you should get fucked more often...you've got the most incredible, soft, tight ass I've ever fucked in my life..." Of course, this is a porno...his porno to be exact, so a little exaggeration for the star's benefit doesn't hurt. But to tell the honest-to-the-gods truth, it was...I almost don't wanna fuck any more guys out of the fear that I will be disappointed that they don't feel as good as this sex god of a rhino as he took to his side again.
"Rrrrrhhh...give it to me," he said as I plunged in again to the sound of a deep moan, "...nnnuuuuunnnhhh! Take it out again..." A wide, toothy grin began to form on my face as I slowly slid my massive hunk of flesh out of his rump again to where the tip was pressing against him. "Yeah...watch that croco-cock..." Brendan gave me a wink and I slid slowly back into him, then pulled out again to the sound of a delighted moan each time. It felt really good, especially as the underside of my cocktip made contact with the edge of his ring.
"Ohhhh, fuck yeah!" I moaned and plunged in to the hilt again. For it being this good, I had remained relatively quiet...and that surprised me because I like to moan and talk to my partners as I'm driving my dick into them. It didn't really matter that much as I pulled out and plunged in steadily for about a minute before reapplying lube to my cock and pushing back in to remain for the time. Greg saw that I had become tired of the pull out-push in motion...that and he knew that I loved his sweet, tender ass as he once again begged me to gentle-fuck him.
Soon, the notion of time slipped away for good as I continued to fuck him slowly. I was vocalizing my pleasure more in the form of grunts and moans while Greg's were growing louder and more frequent. The seconds that passed seemed more like minutes...and the minutes seemed more like hours as my mind swam in the euphoric, lusty haze it had created. I was surprised as well to find that I had lost the urge to pound Greg into sweet, rapturous oblivion as it wore on. Now, my only concern now was the pleasure and satisfaction of the horned beast that offered me his tail solely for the entertainment of his subscribers at first, but the camera didn't matter to him much either. He wanted me to drown his insides in thick crocodile cum and spurned me on by pushing his generous backside against my loins as I thrusted into him.
I kept on slowly pumping my dick into Greg for what seemed like an eternity, only stopping when he whimpered and told me to lube him up again. This happened no less than two more times, with Greg taking the time to draw Brendan's attention to his tailhole, while I stroked myself and managed to shoot a couple thick streams of precum into him. After we were ready, I went back to pumping into him at a painfully slow pace; again, this was something I had not expected to happen. But I was not about to complain either.
As much as I didn't want this to end, I could hear Greg whimpering...but this time, it was to tell me that he was close to reaching his peak as I could feel his muscles tensing up. My sense of control went out the window and I began to pick up the pace, but a hand on my chest and a soft rebuttal kept me in check as I slowed back down. Needless to say, I was ready to explode. I could feel my balls hiking back up into me in preparation to release their precious contents as I was able to find a pace that was gentle enough to keep Greg happy while spurning me to climax. I started panting as I looked down at him through lidded eyes.
"Ohhhgods...I'm gonna pop one in ya, Greg," I grunted, then tossed my head back, "Unnnnhhh!" It was about to end in a spectacular mess...I had a feeling in my gut that I was going to be cleaning up a pair of massive tidal waves. All I can say is that I'm one lucky croc for opting with the hardwood floors in the living room instead of carpet. To Greg, it didn't matter; all he knew was that he was going to be very full as he looked back at me.
"Yes, Croco...yeeesssss! Listen to me as you cum..." he told me as I was speeding up, then slowing back down again. I knew I was about to lose it soon, but I desperately wanted to hang on for as long as I could. I was able to for a couple minutes, but the inevitable would soon rise as I gave a hard thrust, then another short one as I pierced the room with a vicious snarl. My cock pulsed hard inside of him before it heaved upward, unloading the heavy streams of my thick, creamy product into Greg's ass while I growled and moaned loudly. That's when he began to guide me through what he wanted me to do. "Yeeeeaaahhhh...pull back...leave the tip in me...I want every last drop of your cum in me..." So I did, slowly pulling back until I had only my three-inch tapered cockhead inside of him as it deposited wave after massive wave of warmth into his hungry bowels.
It must have been a while since I came like that...I know for a fact that it had been at least a couple weeks since I got any before that. I don't want to speculate exactly how much jism I shot into Greg's cavernous rump, but it was at least a full minute before I finally stopped shooting, leaving the rhino nice and full as he closed his eyes.
"Unnnnhhh...damn," he gruffed, "that was something else..." But then I remembered something...he said something about a bet with Brendan, and I was just about to mention it when he looked up at me. "Push it back in...I have some unfinished business..." I was about ready to start reaming him for real, but I was a bit worn out as I slid my dick back into him, grinning at the deep groan that came from him. It was just then that I noticed my left hand on his thigh...and then it hit me. I reached down and slid it over the area of flesh between his sac and tailhole and began slowly rubbing it. Greg must've really liked it as he moaned deeply, then I looked down at him and grinned.
"Looks like the rhino's got a soft spot..." I teased and pushed down on that spot. He jumped and howled as I began to rub it briskly like a female's clitoris. Greg's head fell back, his eyes clenching tightly while his body began thrashing to the point where I had to push my hips in order to keep my shaft inside of him. Finally, he arched back and bellowed loudly, the first jet of his thick cum shooting from his cock like a cannon blast into his gaping mouth. He then reached for the base of his shaft and held it tightly while he began trembling, the thick blasts of rhino cum pouring forcefully out onto his chest and belly while he howled and bellowed. Greg came like a fountain for about a half-minute before he stopped, the massive hunk of a rhinoceros lying on his side trying to recover from being fucked by a sexual master.
"Ohhh, Croco," moaned Greg, "ohhhh...oh, Croco...that was fucking amazing..." We remained locked together, savoring the closeness as well as the heavy stench of male sex and musk that hung around us. That is, until Brendan reminded us of the bet he made along the way.
"And it looks like Greg's gonna have to pay up," the otter chimed. Greg snapped to attention and snorted, which made Brendan grin that much wider. "Twenty bucks...don't worry, we can..."
But he wouldn't have any of it. "The deal was if I could cum without touching it," he protested, "You saw the first shot...it went right in my mouth." He licked his lips and grinned. "So it looks like you're the one that'll have to do the paying..."
"Oh, fuck off, Horne...I'll give it to you if..." I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing aloud as Greg cut off Brendan again.
"Don't even say it, otter. I already know...the one thing I told you I'd never do in a film." He then looked up at me with the same smile he gave Brendan. "Pull outta me, Croc...time to see the results of your work."
I grinned and nodded, slowly pulling back while Brendan focused on my glistening shaft, now covered in semen. I heard Greg moan when I pulled completely out, watching and gasping when I saw a flood of cum gush from his gaping hole and onto his thighs and butt. "Yeeeesssssss..." I growled, "that's so fucking hot, Greg..."
"Heh...creampie croc," chuckled Brendan as Greg got onto all fours, putting his weight on his forearms. Then he pushed his rump back and grunted, pushing another heavy torrent out of his ravaged ass and shooting it a considerable distance to the amusement of myself and the otter. He would repeat this five more times, gushing cum onto his thighs and the floor before turning to find me staring at his delicious rear end.
"Like that, you godly reptile?" he rumbled softly to me. I couldn't help but to grin widely and nod as he had me stand over the enormous cum puddle he had just released, murring deeply as he took hold of my still-hard shaft where it meets my hemispherical genital opening...I can call it a sheath if I want to! Regardless, he opened his mouth and goes down on me pretty much to where his hand is. This had come just after I fucked him for what seemed like forever, so I was pretty sensitive as I hissed sharply and moaned while he cleaned me up. Brendan licked his chops, holding the camera up with his free hand while he fished through his pockets and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. He waited a couple minutes before handing it to him...but Greg had just about worked me to the point where I was wanting to cum again.
"There, you win...ya happy now?" he sneered.
Greg pulled back and grinned, having me step back as he snatched the bill from the otter when it was presented to him. "Couldn't be happier if I wanted to." Then he lowered himself into the cummy mess and looked up at the camera. I felt obliged to take a knee next to him as Brendan stepped back to get us in the frame while the rhino spoke again. "And I hope you were happy too...remember to check back at HorneRhino.com for more erotic adventures starring yours truly, Gregory Horne..." He then looked up and gestured toward me with a smile. "And hopefully, we'll be seeing more of this absolute stud of a crocodile in the future, so be sure to check back often. So I'll be seeing you next time everyone...goodbye for now." Another glance up at me from a grinning rhino told me that I was as much a part of this as he was as I waggled some fingers.
"Buh-bye everyone...hope you enjoyed it..." Several seconds passed before Brendan stopped filming and set the camera down on the table.
"Holy fucking shit, guys." he beamed, "This is gonna have to be a feature in itself...you guys went on for nearly forever!"
Now I was curious...there have been times where I've gone a long time with a partner but didn't really know exact minutes and seconds. "How long did this go, Brendan?"
"Uhh...more than a half-hour, probably closer to thirty-five, forty minutes," he told me, "And that was just for the fucking." My eyes went wide as Greg looked over at me and smiled.
"I didn't think I could last that long with a big hunk of croc in me," groaned Greg, "You were awesome, Croc...just like I knew you'd be."
I couldn't help but to grin widely...though another part of me was curious to find out if this was what they were planning all along. Either way, I didn't really care...I got to hang out and chat with a great guy, then fuck him on camera and on top of that, I'm sure to get a pretty nice pile of loot out of this as well. But that can wait as I see Greg beckoning me down to his level. I lowered myself to him with a smile and a little bit of an expectation of what he'd like to do. He doesn't say a word and pulls me into another long, heated kiss, smearing the cum...my cum...all over my chest.
"Thank you, Croco," he tells me, "this is something I've wanted to do for the site ever since it took off." I just wanted to enjoy the moment...fuck the money, fuck the site. That stuff can wait for the time being as I wrap my arms around my famous rhinoceros friend and hold him against me, feeling the soft hide and plush belly against my hardened, yet still glasslike scales.
We may have to retreat to the bedroom to carry on, or at least recover to the point where we're functional again. But damn...I don't know what Kiara and Tygra would say, but that had to be the best shoot I've done in a long time, if not ever.
息 Croco Chilton - 7/07