Deep Sea Dicking
After an extended time away from home, Chrysanthos the hourglass dolphin returns to find his lover, York the orca bruiser, waiting for him on the docks of Niveau. What will happen next? Read on.
This is a story-lite valentine's piece for my significant sexfish YorkTheOrca and also the first story with the redesigned Chrysanthos, an anthropomorphic hourglass dolphin.
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DEEP SEA DICKING
by Iscin
This is a work of erotic fiction.
All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.
Chrysanthos © http://iscin.sofurry.com
York © http://yorktheorca.sofurry.com
All rights reserved © 2016.
The Lucidity is not the usual commercial ships that the seafaring Arcadians are known for. Instead, it is one of the rarer exploratory submersibles that have only become more important since with the discovery of Riparian artefacts that have been buried at sea. Most of the time the crew of the Lucidity and its sister vessels find little of anything after days of meticulously recorded surveying. But, in those instances where they do find something the payday is more than sufficient to keep the entire crew flush until the next find.
As the Lucidity pulls into port there is someone not on the dock crew who is waiting expectantly. York, an eight-foot tall orca man with arms that can bend steel, has taken the day off just for this moment. Though he is not here for the ship, in fact, he finds the never-ending hunt for saltwater-eroded trinkets tedious and has no interest even when they come back to Niveau with a genuine find. York is here for Chrysanthos, a member of the ship's crew for this last voyage and someone who owes the orca a very special kind of payday.
He starts walking down the dock as the ship is moored and both hatches and the topside bay open up to allow both crew and cargo to disembark. Cetacean men and women of all types emerge from the exploratory vessel, most of the crew pouring out in piecemeal, whilst only a few will remain to oversee things before they too get away from the tin can lifestyle.
York finds a piece of presently unused equipment along the wharf that is flat enough to comfortably lean against. Dressed in his "civvies", red shorts and wearing his yellow and green plaid armband over his left bicep, the orca knows that he will not be mistaken once his lover disembarks. Unfortunately, he is stuck waiting for nearly a whole ten minutes. Strangers flitter past. Some of them give him suspicious and wary looks as his countenance belies his profession.
A growing look of idle annoyance soon dissolves however as the hourglass dolphin finally emerges from the moored vessel. He scans the dock as he descends the ramp from the hatch. He spies the black, white and partially red killer whale leaning against a broken crane with both arms crossed over his broad chest. The dolphin quickens his pace, fluke bobbing comically behind him.
The orca braces his tail against his leaning spot as he straightens his back and unfolds his arms. The hourglass dolphin catapults himself straight into the larger man's arms, his feet leaving the ground as he nestles between those pecs and his dorsal rubs against York's chin. Without even thinking about it the killer whale's hands divert downwards and encompass the smaller man's buttocks, gripping them firmly from outside the fabric of his uniform's trousers.
'How was it?' York asks after their embrace.
'Long, arduous, and not nearly as exciting as tonight is going to be.' Chrysanthos replies.
'Didn't you bring me back a souvenir?'
'From five hundred fathoms? No. I did not bring back a pet sea slug for you.' Chrysanthos groans. 'Besides, I'd much rather play with yours.'
Excited, the dolphin goes for the bigger man's crotch, slipping a hand down before he can be stopped. York's face freezes as he consciously suppresses any reaction whilst staring off into the horizon and ignoring people who are staring at the two. He asks for clemency from this torture before they both get in trouble for public indecency and the hourglass dolphin reluctantly removes his hand.
'Lets take this elsewhere then.'
Chrysanthos' apartment, despite being made for a dolphin in the range of 5'10" is more spacious than York's place. This is due to it hardly being lived in, seeing as the hourglass spends most of his time away on various expeditions or survey teams. The only real specific choice in furniture he has bought in the last year has been a generous double bed. Though it rarely sees its owner, whenever the event arrives it is put through its paces. Chrysanthos is happy to say he has not needed a new mattress, yet.
York never quite gets used to the dolphin's quick, darting movements, slipping from crotch to ass and vice versa as he stumbles through to the bedroom. In no time at all, Chrysanthos has his big boyfriend's pants down, tripping him up and face first onto the mattress. Springs twang underneath the sudden and violent presence of the massive whale, whilst the smaller cetacean pounces onto that muscular rear end.
'What are you doing back there?' York asks as he feels the dolphin sliding underneath his raised fluke.
'Paying my respect.' Chrysanthos says as his smooth hands slide over either crescent and his beak pokes into the centre.
Hot breath from the dolphin's blowhole pushes up against the sensitive underside at the base of the orca's tail. However, that is nothing compared to the hourglass' tongue jamming up against the big man's backdoor. The orca could of course easily stop this, overpowering the smaller male and taking charge of the situation. But, he enjoys the smaller guy's energy as he lubes the orca up with his filthy tongue, all whilst his hands are kneading those black buns.
'Hey!' Chrysanthos cries as York flexes, his buttocks trapping the dolphins fingers where they are.
'Well, why don't you give them something better to squeeze?' York suggests.
The dolphin extracts his fingers and gives the orca a firm spank. He might be receptive, but the whale remains demanding no matter the position. Chrysanthos gets rid of his own pants, along his jacket and shirt in a matter of seconds. His smooth black and white body looks like a smaller and sleeker version of the orca's, with a more prominent white saddle patch.
York mumbles something about uppity dolphin as he feels his naked lover climb up, using the orca's raised fluke to anchor himself. The smaller man is no slouch when it comes to the downstairs department. He enjoys teasing the orca with all thirteen inches of his prehensile penis. Pink flesh is growing wet with its own drool, helping to smooth the friction from Chrysanthos grinding up and hotdogging the larger man's rear.
'Will you just stick it in already?' York fakes anger.
'Fine. Have at thee!' Chrysanthos delivers the corny line with the first thrust of many.
A tapered head makes the initial entry easy, but the intruding member rapidly widens the orca's anus. York gasps and squeals, his sphincter and the cheeks clenching hard around the invading malehood. This makes Chrysanthos squeal too. There is nothing that gets the dolphin going quite like this feeling. He hardly has to even think of what he does next, as muscle memory and instinct take over. Arms wrapped tight around the orca's tail, he begins thrusting, slow and deep.
Shuddering atop the bed sheets, York soon starts to sport a raging hard on. His dark dork digs into the mattress, its immense size only matched by his pendulous sac. As the linen grows wet with the killer whale's pre-ejaculate, the dolphin quickens his footlong picking. Chrysanthos is at the mercy of his own lust. Frantic and energetic, his fluke bumps against his partner's as his balls come slapping against those big black buns.
The orca can feel not only the intruding phallus pumping in and out of him, but the grasping hands and shivering anticipation from the smaller cetacean. He knows that the dolphin is unable, or perhaps unwilling, to last very long. He alternates squeezing his rump around the thick base of the dolphin's hard dick as it enters him, then quickly loosens for him to retract. In this way, he slows the dolphin's thrusting, but also increases the erogenous sensation of penetrating him.
Heavy breathing and grunting are now turning into desperate gasps and cries for relief. The hourglass bull jams the entirety of his girth, grinding into and against his lover's muscled ass. His exclamation of passion serve as the backing chorus for his balls tightening and finally discharging their burden into the whale's accommodating rear end. York takes all of this with a clenched jaw and a twitching whale cock, patiently taking his lover's load whilst already anticipating his turn.
With the last drop now being squeezed from his prehensile dick, the dolphin sighs relief as his arms relax and finally let go of the orca's tail. He slumps down behind the big whale and on the edge of the double bed. York relaxes and shudders as he feels that long dolphin rod slurp back out and with it a not inconsiderate amount of hot and sticky semen that runs down his buttocks, taint and thighs, most of it soaking into the sheets.
'Now come here!' York says as he reaches back and with a single hulking arm, lifting the dolphin up and pulling him underneath.
'Can't we start you with a hand job first?' Chrysanthos whines, kicking his legs and thrashing his fluke half-heatedly.
'No! You had your fun. Now I get mine.'
As he holds the dolphin down with one arm, York reaches back and scoops up some of the dolphin's ejaculate in his free hand. The warm gooey produce serves as a lubricant as the orca works it over both his black meat and the slathers it between the dolphin's cheeks as he wriggles underneath. Chrysanthos comes to terms with what is happening and grabs the pillow, quite literally biting down on it as he feels his lover's immense erection start grinding up between his moistened cheeks.
York teases by prodding a couple of times but not thrusting forwards. Each time the dolphin tenses up, prepared for his hole to be stretched wide open. Toying with the monochromatic dolphin is fun but ultimately a little cruel as he goes still underneath the orca, eyes shut and braced for anything. Leaning down to the point where his chest is pushing the dolphin's dorsal straight edge dorsal fin crooked, the orca kisses the smaller cetacean's melon.
'Huh?' Chrysanthos says a second before the orca thrusts his hips, plunging several inches of rock hard, whale dick inside of the other man.
The cries of painful joy spur the big bull to continue. As the dolphin bites the pillow, the orca starts the slow but incredibly mismatched near-raping of that ass that has sadly had to go weeks without any all-whale attention. The first fuck back home is already the hardest for the sleek hourglass, but the best for the musclebound killer whale. York thinks of it as a mercy, as he is careful not to push it all inside, lest he starts crushing vital organs.
In this incredibly orifice-stretching manner the dolphin is reintroduced to his lovers python. Fingers digging into the mattress as his teeth tear at the pillow caught between them. He tries to hold onto his consciousness, but as the orca's heavy ball sac starts slamming into the back of his thighs Chrysanthos can feel himself slipping away. Light headed and limp-dicked, the dolphin's entire body slowly starts going slack within the giant's strong arms.
'Don't pass out yet!' York shouts, electing to thrust a little harder his next time in a bid to shock him back to consciousness.
Somehow in spite of the overload of synapses and the rapid relocation of his own blood the dolphin holds on to awareness. He is aware of that monster stretching his sphincter out to the point of something tearing. Keenly conscious of the way his whole body shakes and involuntary protests, squeezing down as hard as it can around the lascivious leviathan as his body is pushed ever further into the mattress, creating a dolphin shaped impression in the memory foam.
'Here... you... GO!' York shouts as he thrusts on last time, nearly hilting the dolphin as he slides across the bed.
A reservoir of fresh, potent, creamy whale spunk jets up with pressure along the orca's dark lance and starts flooding Chrysanthos' interior. He is aware of the dull, warming feeling of his insides becoming ladened with what York has been pent up with. Legs and fluke twitch, his breathing heavy but slowing, the dolphin skims the edge of unconsciousness thought as he just lies against the drool-covered pillow.
It seems to have no end as the orca clutches his lover, one hand over his belly feeling it subtly expand with his virile seed. There is nothing in this world that turns the big cetacean on more than the satisfaction of a man well and truly fucked. The point where his head is rolling around as Chrysanthos is now doing, trying to shake himself back into lucidity. Eventually, the well dries up and the killer whale shudders and sighs, content that his loins are feeling lighter once more.
'Welcome back home.' York says as he catches his breath, leaning down horizontally so as to spoon the worn out dolphin.
'F-Fuck.' Chrysanthos replies, anticipating the removal of the orca's softening cock and the back flow of semen from his swollen gut.
'We can again later. What are you, some sort of nymphomaniac?'