So here’s the situation.
I'm trapped in a RV. The camping type. You know, the big drivable ones with the stacked bunk beds, micro kitchen with a stove, sink, and microwave, and a tiny bathroom the size of a hall closet that smell like ass crack and urinal cakes,
I’m stranded in the middle of the rainforest on some unnamed island in the Caribbean where it downpours three quarters of the day, and the temperature is somewhere between a steam room and the molten core of the earth. Standing out in the rain is the closest thing I’ve had to a shower in two weeks, and I’ve gotten really good at cooking soup in a can.
Oh, did I mention I’m on the constant look out for man eating dinosaurs who’ve developed a taste for human flesh.
Let me back up.
My name is Jason Holmes. I’m a geneticist who, five fateful years ago, got hired by God damn John Hammond, the brain dead billionaire who needed my big brain to make a dinosaur for him. A real dinosaur.
He has “A grand vision of a park unlike any other that will change the world.” And “We will be embarking on the greatest adventure humankind has ever dared to go on.” He had the audacity to say that to me.
Well, blah blah blah, spare no fucking expense, blah blah. my ass!
He left my brainy ass high and dry!!
That’s right!
He left me and my two companions freaking high and not even close to dry, to fend for ourselves, and took off to safety in the last damn helicopter on the island with his oh so precious paleontologist, Alan Grant, the paleontologist's hoe, Hammond's two bratty ass grandkids, and the coked out mathematician…okay that guy was kinda hot, but that’s beside the point
Fuck Mr. Hammond.
Even before everything went tits up, they got the exclusive VIP treatment because they’re “The world's leading experts” in their fields…Bitch. They dug up dinosaur bones.
I fucking made one.
You can probably tell I’m a little pissed at my situation.
But here I am. It is what it is. I have to try and remain positive. Try to find a silver lining in this shit show of a situation.
Mine comes in the form of Landry Westcott, He a member of the park’s Game keeping team, run by an intense Aussie named Robert Muldoon. They were in charge of animal management and safety. Clearly someone dropped the ball on that.
Anyway, how do I describe Landry?
You remember that awesome Australian zoologist with the big voice and bubbly personality who had a kids show on Saturday mornings all about cool and dangerous animals? You know his name… Steve…No…Reeve Gerwin. Remember that cute little tan safari outfit he always wore? Think of that, only three sizes too small, stretched to the max over Landry’s D cup man boobs, rippling eight pack abs, biceps the size of honeydew melons, Tree trunk legs, and a tight bubble butt that would make Nicki Minaj weep. Add a casaba bulge, the thick Aussie accent, and combine that with the constantly hot, sticky, wet environment, and gentlemen, we have ourselves a silver lining.
I should probably add that he’s ditched most of the dirty, ravaged uniform after these weeks of survival. Now he struts around gloriously exposed, his perfect muscle bod gleaming with a constant sheen of rain and sweat. Only his ass crack and softball sized snausage lump is still covered by a loin cloth made up of the leftover fabric of his uniform.
“Look at me mate, I’m fuckin Tarzan the ape man.” He jokes in his thick accent, pounding his massive pecs, Causing them to ripple and splash with sweat and rain. His growing, blonde wet hair swings around his head as he hollers, and you can see the growing bush of pubes peek out from beneath the cloth as he leans back. And God that mound is barely held within the thin fabric. It’s stuffed in there like an overweight wallaby stuffed in a child sized fanny pack.
My other companion with us is Karen Underwood, a fellow scientist, and resident bombshell. She too has ditched most of her clothes and is now basically the slutty halloween version of a doctor, with just her lab coat covering her massive bitties. If I were straight, like most of the other guys on our team, she would most certainly be the silver lining.
Me on the other hand…I'm not too bad I guess, I keep in good shape with A smooth, tight, lean body, and perky little bubble butt any twink would be envious of. I’m in more than a loin cloth, but not by much. I also have my lab coat, which covers my upper body and goes down to my thighs. Underneath I’m wearing a pair of swimming speedos I brought so I could keep in shape and do laps at the facilities pool. I happened to be wearing them when the power went out and shit hit the fan.
So back to the situation.
The three of us have just recently escaped a small pack of dromaeosaurus. They’re kind of like raptors, only with colorful feathers, and not quite as clever. Still, Two of our party were eaten, turning our party of five into a party of three.
Karen is currently searching the area for a better place to stay in, and Landry is here sulking because we agreed he should stay here and help me fortify our newest shelter.
“There’s no towels in here.” I say coming out of the camper, which had belonged to one of the gamekeeper crew members, before he disappeared with the rest of the employees. “We’ll just have to stay wet a bit longer.”
“C’mon mate, use your head. There’s a bed in there aint there? We can use those sheets to dry ourselves.” I look at him surprised. This is the first somewhat intelligent thing he’s said since this whole thing started. Landry is good at a lot of things. He’s good at working out, He’s a good shot with a rifle, and DAMN is he good at working those plump, muscle glutes. He bends down to pick up some firewood for the wood burning stove in the RV.
Sorry. I got distracted.
What I was saying is he’s good at some things, but he’s not exactly the sharpest dingo in the pack, and his deliciously full lips are currently pouting because Karen’s not around, and he’s been trying to get down her kangaroo pouch this whole time.
I do want to apologize for all the Australian themed puns, but it's just too easy.
Anyway, He’s been sulking like a five year old, which only somehow makes him even more adorable, in a dumb jock sort of way. His big blue eyes are all droopy now.
“That’s a good idea Landry.” I tell him. My praise seems to perk him up a little. He jogs over to me, causing his overstuffed ball pouch to bounce around. I can see the damp outline of his member, a plantain weighing down a plastic grocery bag.
“Be careful Landry, don’t slip.” I say staring directly at the bouncing bulge.
“You kidding? I could tap dance on this slippery slide surface and I’d still keep my feet under me.”
“Prove it.” I say, eager to see more. Landry begins to stamp his bare feet around, his tree trunk thighs flexing as he does. I get an eye full of his sausage flopping about before he turns, and I get an eye full of his muscle cake jiggling from behind. I feel my own banana start to tingle at the sight of the ripped man with the V-shape toros prance around, attempting to tap dance. He faces me again and OOPS, his wang falls out the side of the cloth, flopping halfway to his knee.
I had a feeling it was big just by the size of that bulge, but I didn’t expect a baby anaconda to fall out. He doesn’t even notice it, and it wobbles around beneath his legs as he continues his awkward jig. Soon after a pair of hairy sacks that look to be holding tennis balls inside them plop out. I stare wide eyed, my own cock stretching my speedo.
“Please put your dick away, Landry. You’ll scare away the animals.” Karen appears through the trees, her lady lumps jiggling about as she walks toward us. Landry looks down to see his enormous pelvic schnozzle hanging out.
“Dammit. I hate when this happens.” He then looks up at Karen, whose wet white lab coat shows both of us everything she’s working with. Upon seeing her, Landry’s cock goes from a limp water hose, to a bulbous semi-chub, twitching like someone turned the hose water on. Somehow my already wet speedos become wetter, not to mention stickier.
“I thought you two were making the RV livable.” Karen says, rolling her eyes at Landry, who stares at her openly like a dog stares at a piece of beef.
“It’s already livable, Landry was collecting firewood for the stove.” I say while doing my own ogling at Landry’s member, his own gaze following Karen’s swishing hips as she walks past him toward me.
“Good. Well I found fresh water just down there…Landry put your cock away for fuck sakes.” It was almost at full attention now, I’d like to think his growing beef stick, now a delicious blush of pink, was starting to reach a foot in length. That’s my little head affecting my actual head’s thoughts. Still, it’s at least around eight inches and still growing… Oh Shit. It’s starting to leak. Dammit Karen. What’s wrong with you? I would be on my knees slurping off every drop of that sweet cock nectar if I were her. Instead she looks uninterested, even annoyed. Landry finally stuffs it back into the pouch, It’s a wonder the thin cloth isn’t ripping off with that thing pushing at it.
“Thank you.” Karen says. “Now that we have a place we can get dry, I think-” Karen begins.
Landry shushes her suddenly, putting a thick finger up to his lips.
“Did you hear that?” He says, holding perfectly still and straining his ear. I do the same, but don’t hear anything. Fear starts to creep into me. Was it a dinosaur?
“No…I don’t hear anything” Karen says, her eyes darting around, then after a minute, lets out a deep breath of relief. “So anyway, I…”
“SHHHH!” Landry says, holding up his hand to her. “I think...I think something’s out there.” Karen gives him an aggravated look.
“Landry, you're hearing things. I looked around the area for a while, remember? If anything was coming I would have seen-” A long necked, orange skinned dinosaur suddenly leaps out through the trees, Heading in our direction. Me and Karen shriek at the same time. For some reason, Landry leaps back and does a summersault behind a tree and crouches, the move unnecessary since the tree is right next to him, but I don’t mind, the crouch gives me a nice view of his fat cakes, letting me appreciating how round, thick, and perky they are. Another dinosaur leaps out from the trees. Laundry gets on his elbows and knees, and starts crawling through the wet, muddy soil toward the RV. Karen bolts toward the RV, but doesn’t make it five feet before tripping and falling, her giant jugs first into the wet ground.
“Karen!. I cry out and run to her. Landry is still crawling toward us for some reason instead of getting up, his face screwed up in determination to get to us, shouting her name. God this guy is dumb, thinking his former military training is the way to go here. Three more orange dinos rush out. I realize they’re not interested in eating us.
They’re afraid…Fleeing for their lives. That only happens if…”.
I reach Karen, who’s stumbling up to her feet as five more orange dinos rush around us, their big feet thudding heavily against the ground.
Landry finally reaches her. pushes up going into a frontal somersault, and landing on his feet. He immediately starts to grope Karen.
“What the hell Landry.” Karen says, swatting at his hands.
“I’m just making sure you're not injured.” He says. He stops as he cups her breasts, his blue eyes squinting as if deciding to move on. His heavy penis pouch, now covered in wet sticky mud, jumps around as he squeezes her boobs just to make double sure. He looks genuinely worried that her massive milkers might be damaged.
“I’m fine. Let me go.” She says pulling away and glaring at him.
“What?” Landry says dumbly, looking like an innocent puppy being scolded. His fat member has now poked out the side of the pouch again,
Before she can answer, another dino leaps out from behind a tree, straight at us. I cry out, and fall back just as it’s body swooshes in front of me. Landry also falls back on his ass, splatting into the mud. Dazed, I raise up on my elbows, shake my head to right my jumbled head. I look forward and let out a cry of horror.
Karen lies in front of us, sprawled out on the ground, eyes stuck in a wide gape, her neck bent in a very unnatural way.
“Oh god…” I mumble not believing what I’m seeing. Karen is…dead.
“Oh no. Oh no no no no no.” Landry cries. Still on the ground he crawls to Karen's body.
“No….NOOOOOO!” His face falls into her chest, muffling his cry of anguish in her ample taw taws. I stare, vaguely impressed that they still manage to be upright and perky, then remember what I noticed about the fleeing dinosaurs. Something else was probably coming. Something much worse.
I jump up, run over, and grab Landry by the arm. His powerful bicep bulges as I pull him away from Karen’s tits.
“We have to get in the RV. something else is coming. Something a lot worse.”
“I saw it. It kicked her in the head.” Landry wails, letting me guide him into the RV. I
I lock the door behind us and close the ugly brown drapes covering the windows. Landry falls into one of the beds, his cute, puppy dog face drooping with sadness.
“I can’t believe she’s dead.” He says. He’s covered in mud and dirt. Somehow the slick muck accentuates his sculpted body.
“I’m sorry Landry….” I say sitting next to him and putting a hand on his broad shoulder, massaging the muscle, at vague thought of how hard it is makes my dick twitch. I feel ashamed, but I can’t help it. “I know you liked her.” I continue, ignoring little Jason as it pulses in my speedos. WIth those words Landry raises his head and looks me straight in the face, his beautiful blue eyes doleful, his…lushes full, wet lips quivering…God what’s wrong with me? Karen’s just died.
“I did…she wasn’t nice all the time, but she was smart, and beautiful and…Oh god!” His eyes go wide. “It’s been two weeks since I’ve gotten off! She was my chance! The last hot chick on the island. Did you see those knockers!!” I did. They were nice to be fair, but as a gay man I was more interested in how they always perfectly accentuated her body under sweaters .
“I did Landry…they were very nice” I say continuing to massage his powerful lats. I do my best to feel bad, but I just noticed the loin cloth, wet and wrapped perfectly around his fully erect jumbo meat stick and round monkey balls. The pink tip just pokes out the side. My mouth starts to water and my own swollen member expands.
“I’m so horny!!” He cries, looking at me desperately. “What am I supposed to do now mate?” I consider the question for a moment. “Wel, we’re the only two left…”
Just then I hear a rumble…
“What was that?” Landry whispers.
boom…
Another rumble this time louder.
Boom…
I stand and peek out at one of the windows. I don’t see anything.
“What is that?” I say and turn back to Landry.
Boom…
Then I see it, his bulge jiggles.
Boom…
It jiggles again. Landry looks down to where I’m looking.
Boom
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Another even more pronounced quiver of his wrapped cock. This time the sound is much louder. Closer. Landry’s eyes go wide
“Get out of sight of the windows!” Landry hisses, we both fall to the floor on our hands and knees. The wet cloth finally gives way, unravels and releases his donkey dong. It falls out, nearly touching the floor as he rests on his hands and knees. Landry doesn’t even seem to notice.
Boom
Whatever it is, It’s VERY close now. Landry crawls toward the front of the RV, his muscle ass on full display as it bobbles in front of me.
Boom
Both ass cheeks vibrate.
What is wrong with me? Why am I fully erect now? Maybe instead of flight or fight. My fear response is to fuck, because thats all I’m thinking of as I see his horse cock swing back in forth between his legs as he crawls, his heavy tennis ball testicles tight and red, squeezed between those ham sized thighs.
Landry rises and looks out the window. He gasps.
“It’s a T-rex…oh god. It’s sniffing Karen’s body. It’s…its giant tongue is licking her, perfect, supple titties…Oh god…” He falls back down in a sitting position facing me, legs spread. his pole at full mast, rising past his navel, his hairy suckable balls plopping to the floor.
“Why do I want to be that T-Rex? Why do I want to be that tongue…I’m a terrible person.” His bulbous dick twitches. He looks shamefully down at it, then puts a finger on the tip.He pulls it a way and a string of precum stretches away with it. “OH GOD!” He wails with guilt. I reach up and grab a sheet from the bed then crawl toward him.
It’s okay Landry.” I say, and start to clean off all the mud and muck from his body. His abs are flexed in his sitting position, and this close his chest bulges out much more than I first realized. He lets me wipe him.down, caressing, rubbing into every crevice of his perfect adonis body.
“Thanks Jason…You’re a real mate.”
“Anytime. I say, I’m as hard as he is. Feeling his amazing, hard body, coated in sticky mud is a fantasy I didn’t know I had, and I’ve had a lot of fantasies about Landry. Thank god my boner is hidden beneath my lab coat.
BOOOM
It’s the loudest one yet. Every muscle in Landry’s body vibrates this time, his massive pecs, his powerful arms, and his cock wobbles back and forth like a high tempo metronome. The RV suddenly jolts, then bucks to the side. The T-Rex is pushing it. Does it know we’re in here? Another push. Landry quickly turns and rises up on his knees to peek out the window again. He has to straddle me to do this. His one eyed monster accidentally pokes me in the face. Another hard push on the RV, and I start to cry out in terror. Landry falls forward and my open mouth is suddenly stuffed with his dirty, wet, mud slicked monster. My scream is muffled by it. Landry, too caught up in what was happening, straightens up even more, pushing the beef stick even deeper into my mouth, filling it with its pulsing warmth. My eyes go cross as it taps the back of my throat.
“I see it.” Landry whispers, still not noticing half his pink cucumber lodged deep in my face hole. “It’s testing the RV with its head!” Landry says. The RV starts to rock back and forth, Landry, still on his knees, stradling me, holds on to the window pane for dear life. Meanwhile I’m sitting between his legs. With each rock of the RV, I’m getting skull fucked by his fleshy lead pipe, which by the way is wider the farther back it get to his balls. Another big buck of the RV thrust him forward, and his cock goes straight down my throat. My eyes water as I gag on his enormous member.I feel the thick vein that snakes up it ,pulses with blood. The rocking finally stops. Landry stops moving, still completely unaware that I’m beneath him, in a horny daze, his cock still clogging up my esophagus.
“It's going away.” Landry says with relief and finally looks down. “OH shit!” He yelps, pulling his cock free and letting me breathe again. I gasp. LIke a cheese pizza, strings of my saliva pull away from my mouth and drip off my lips and his dick. “Shit. I’m so sorry mate. I didn’t realize my cock was in your mouth. All that dirt and mud on it. Must be right disgusting. I would be gagging too.” I don’t bother to correct him as I sit up, mouth still open, slouched in exhaustion.
“Dammit. I'm harder than ever now.” he says, sitting back down next to me. I wipe my lips.
“It’s okay Landry. I’m okay. Also look.” I open my jacket showing him my fully hard penis, sticking out the top of my speedo. It’s not anywhere near as big as his at around seven inches, which aint bad I might add, and it’s just as hard.
“I’m horny too.”
“Karen got you worked up too mate?”
“Something like that” I say. Despite the danger, I’m in horniness overload now. My cock is soaked in precum, my pussy hole is twitching, jealous it wasn’t getting stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey the way my throat was. “Look…mate. I think we need to do something about this..problem we’re having.” I say looking down at his cock, now actually quite clean after scrubbing itself on my tongue and tonsils. “We won’t survive if we’re horny all the time. We won't be able to think straight and come up with a good survival plan until we relieve ourselves.
“I think you’re right…what should we do?” Landry says, his eyes pleading for an answer.
“Well…your dick was responding pretty well when it was in my mouth. You see that vein there coming up your shaft. It kept pulsing…that is a sign that suggests it wanted to release our semen.”
“Really? That’s surprising. I’m not gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that…but it did seem to like stroking your mouth.” My heart leaps at his words and I’m suddenly thanking John Hammond. That bobble headed billionaire who left me and Landry behind.
“Let’s test it.” I grip his fat cock and begin to stroke it. It’s a LOOONG Stroke and Landry grunts in response, his face confused and unsure.
“Does this help?”
“It seems to be. Look. jizz is leaking out.”
“That’s good, Landry. Your cock just needs proper stimulation. It has nothing to do with being gay or straight. Trust me I know. I’m a man of Science.”
“Uhhhh…I think you're right. It feels really good. Keep doing that.”
“I’m going to need some help as well.” I say and pull down my speedo.” Landry looks apprehensive. “Remember Landry, this is for survival. You're not gay, you're helping your mate.”
“You’re right.” He says, nodding his head. “By the way mate, you got a nice fat one. I can say that right? I can compliment a guys dick?”
“Yes, and thanks.” I say. He takes hold of my cock, a curious look on his face. I immediately spasm, a jolt of pleasure going through me. I too have been pent up for two weeks. For Landry, the hot bubble butt Aussie with the Kangaroo size cock. We jerk each other off for a minute, his strokes strong and firm around my shaft. As I stroke, my hand is not reaching all around his.
“Try this. It helps me when I take a wank.” Landry says and starts massaging by balls. He’s surprisingly good at it, pressing his fingers right beneath each testicle, massaging the space between them. I moan. “Pretty nice right?” Landry said with a proud look on his dumb face.
“Pretty good.” I say. He stops massaging my balls and leans back, still holding my chub. “Do it to me.”
“I’ve got a better Idea…you said your cock responded really well to my mouth, but that was in an uncontrolled, dangerous situation. My hypothesis is if I suck your penis with purpose,it will work much better in helping you ejaculate.”
“If you think so…okay go ahead.” Landry says. Thank god this man is dumber than the Dinosaurs. I lean down and touch the tip of his pink tip with my tongue. His precum is warm and a little salty. It tastes sooo good. I wrap my lips around the very top of the head, suckling the tip, sipping up the sticky juice. I know Landry wants to moan, but he stops himself. He squirms instead as my lips gently massage the warm exposed flesh. I lick my hand then glide it gently up and down his shaft.
“God damn mate…that feel’s really fecking good.” He says, his head lulling back. I raise my head from his cock and continue the soft sensual strokes. With my other hand I give his fat, smooth balls a tight squeeze. He gasps and jumps.
“Ah…I see.” I say in a calm clinical way.
“See what.” He asks. He looks back down looking concerned. “Is there something wrong with my nuts?”
“They’re very swollen. Too swollen. The result of not ejaculating for a long period of time.” I tickle the red bulbs, they contract. “How long has it been?”
“I thought about wanking a lot, but between running for our lives and holding out for Karen I haven’t cum this entire two weeks.” I look at him surprised, no wonder his balls are so huge, red and swollen. Two weeks of milk are stored up in those coconuts, and his precum is dripping freely down his shaft.
“That’s not good, Landry. We have to relieve them. But we have to go slow. You can’t let it come out too quickly. It might cause permanent injury to your genitals.”
“Really? Wow…thanks mate. I thought I’d bust fast and get it over with. Good thing you're here.”
“LIke I said. I’m a man of science. I understand these things. I can make sure you ejaculate safely. I put my tongue between his deeply defined V of obliques, the hair of his happy trail tickling it and go up his ripped abs, around his hard chest, soft pink nipples, and to his neck.
“Wow man…you're really good at this…I didn’t think a guy would be this good at this.” Landry moans.
“I’m testing to see what causes the most stimulation to your penis.” I grip his cock, and continue working my tongue over his god-like muscle torso.
“Oooh shit mate…ya. Bite my nips…fuck…” My tongue goes to his neck, then to his ear. I nibble. A nice hard throb from his dick expands in my hand. He moans.
My tongue goes to his chin, then to his plump, wet lower lip. I taste it, then suck it. His cock makes a mighty throb then, somehow becomes harder in my hand.
“I think I found the best spot.” I whisper into his mouth. My lips push against his thick, soft pillows and spread it open. My tongue enters tasting his. He doesn’t resist. His cock reacts, getting harder and harder. He pushes in, shoving his tongue into my heavily salivating mouth, and grabs the back of my head, smashing us closer.
“MMMMUUUHH’ I groan, our tongues swirl around each other. His head moves back and forth, his lips working hard, smacking and sucking mine. I’m lost in the deep tongue kissing. He pushes me back, his strong arm caressing my chest, His lips wrap around my tongue and suck hungrily. He’s completely giving in to impulse, leaning into me, his monstrous cock throbbing and leaking against my stomach. We pull away, and without hesitation, he stands up, grabs my head and thrust nearly all his cock into my mouth, filling it completely, Going straight down my throat.
“Oooohh god that feels so feking good. Take my fat cock. Take it.” My head is cupped in his hands as he moves it back and forth, I’m pushed back against the side of the bunk bed. Helpless as he thrusts again and again. My mouth is slathered in saliva, as my throat takes it. I finally push him away so I can breathe.
“Careful Landry.” I say wiping my mouth.
“Oh shit. Was I doing it wrong?” Landry says letting go of my head and backing away, his blue eyes falling.
“A little too fast.” I say, trying not to act like I’m in cock slut heaven. I look at his dangling horse cock and fat, bulging balls, hanging off his godly body.
“I…I…”I gulp still a bit dazed before I continue. “I think it's best if you let me do it in a way that’s safer for your penis.
I grab his hips and we turn so he’s against the bed and I'm on my knees in front of him. I push him down. God. It’s so girthy,and almost as long as my head. The shape of a slightly deflated football. I go straight to work. Spitting in my hand and dive mouth first onto his cock. LIke a hoover vacuum, I inhale his cock, vigorously suck up and down in a steady motion. I stroke and suck, stroke and suck, up and down, up and down. My other hand squeezes his balls tightly, I feel them retract, letting me know I’m doing a good job. loud slurps come with each rise of my head.
“God almighty mate…keep doing that.” Landry groans. I plunge my head down it hits the back ofl my throat, the tingle of his salty precum tickling it.
“Aaaaaah Fuck yes! Deep throat that shit.” My own cock leaking to the max, I start to stroke it hard and fast, pulses of pleasure flying through my body, and my rectum, which aches, Wanting to join in on the fun.
Landry is on his back, head back, enjoying every minute of my cock worship. His eyes are closed. My sphincter clenches, seeing its opportunity.
I stand up and straddle him. Before he knows what’s happening, push my pussy hole down over his fat. I’m suddenly stricken by the sensation in my ass. I wasn’t ready for this. It goes so deep, widening my ass unlike anything as before. It’s painful, and yet it feels so damn good.
“FUUCKKK!!” I wail out. My entire body clenching including my tight hole on his fat dick. Landry's body bucks, HIs eyes fly open.
“Uuuuuhhh…Feckin hell mate what are you doing?
“This is the best way to work the semen out of your testicals safely. My sphincter massaging your shaft is the most efficient thing available to make sure you ejaculate without injury.
”…Why does this…your ass feels so feking good. So warm and tight.”
“That means it’s working properly..
I start to ride him, the walls of my ass expanding to limits I didn’t know were possible with each push past my puckering pink barrier, and I’d been using extra big dildos for years. He grabs my hips and a loud growl comes from somewhere deep in his chest as i work my pussy hole on him. “You have…to take part if you wan… ngghhh…this to work...” The words struggle out of me as the wonderful feeling in my ass intensifies. “Start with fast, consistent thrusts…” WIth these words Landry starts to thrust hard and fast. Once again I”m not ready for it.
“Yes! Yes!. OH god yes! Now think of karen. Work to get all that semen out.” My body is racked with pleasure as his cock slides up and down my anal canal, massaging every nerve. Next thing I know he sits up, grasps my torso and stands. I wrap my arms around his neck for dear life as he raises up and…OH God. He’s slamming so hard. We’re face to face. My legs are around his tense, flexing shoulders. His expression is a sweaty grimace of concentration. His big strong hands have me braced against him, HIs bulging, veiny biceps flexing, holding me up with ease, like this is nothing for him. . My pussy is assaulted again and again. Sending pulses of pain and pleasure up my ass. His cock is deep in me, but somehow, in my haze of lust, I know it can go deeper. We crash into the wall behind me.
Yep, I was right.
The moment my back hits the wall, his constrictor cock sinks in another inch. He grunts loudly, his crystal blue eyes staring intensely into mind. I open my mouth to cry out, but the sound is muffled as his lips smash into mine, and his tongue starts searching for my tongue. We moan into each other's mouths as he pounds and pounds.
“I’m getting close.” Landry growls, pulling away to get a breath from kissing. “I think I can cum but I have to…” He turns, and lays me back on the bed. I willingly let him throw me down and toss me around so my ass is facing him. I’m so ready for this. But little did I know.
His cock plunges in.
“GOOODD FUUCCK” I scream, hten it dies in my mouth as my eyes bulge, This is it. Now the monster is fully enter, and It’s hit the spot. My body erupts with spasms of pleasure. I cry out like the bitch slut that I am.
“Yes Daddy! Fuck me like a whore! Use me the way you wanted to use Karen!” He roars in response and goes to town on my slutty pussy with long thrusts, his entire cock going in and out, reaching my g-spot and making me scream like the bitch boy I am.. My own cock and balls react with delicious surges. I can feel the pent up juices in my nuts being pushed and pushed by my constricting sack, readying itself to release. then I feel it. The orgasm. My cock swells. Landry thrusts and a squirt of cum leaks out my tip, and it’s way more than precum.
“I”M- CUM-MING-I’M-CUM-MING.” I wail. Encouraged by this, he goes in harder, each hard merciless slam like pushing the handle on a water pump. causing semen to sprays from my cock, pushed out through my shaft with each powerful hit to my prostate. My body wilts, and I fall forward face first into the bed, unable to handle the wave of pleasure. Landry wraps his powerful arms around me and lifts me back up, his strong hands gripping my chest. My back is pushed hard against his ripped torso, his lips are right next to my ear. His hot breath on my neck and face, his deep, manly grunts right there. I’m dazed. My body has tapped out, so my cock takes over , sending surge after surge of goosebump making, body shaking thrills through me as he thrust again and again. I don’t recognize my own high pitch yelps. He’s destroying my wet pussy hole, pumping out two weeks of jizz from my dick that spurt out in long sticky ropes, splashing across the bed. I feel his cock expand in my ass, squeezing my anal cavity even wider, if that were even possible.
“Now’s the time…Cum in my ass. Now’s the time…” The words are barely coming out of me. I’m nearly spent, but he hears it. The true hammering commences. I can’t make noises now, I just clench my eyes shut, and grit my teeth, as his grunt slowly transforms into a long growl that gets louder and louder. My cock still leaks cum, but now it’s limp and flops around madly . I’ve never been fucked like this, and it’s pure ecstasy.
The growl becomes louder and louder in my ear, becoming a full chested roar. His man juice suddenly burst in, filling every space of my anal cavity with its creamy warmth.
“NNNGGGUUUUHHH” Landry roars. His grip on my body tightens into a bear hug. Smashing me in his hard, powerful, bulging muscles. His nails dig into my chest, his body shakes. The roar reverberates out his chest into my body. Landy’s milky spunk runs out of room and squirts out past his monster and out my ass, I hear it splat to the floor. It runs down my ass and legs. His body bucks against mine. I’ve managed to find my voice. All I can do is shout out “Yes! Yes” with each spasm, and every new gush of cum in my pussy. The roar becomes deep throaty grunts and I know he wont’ stop slamming my hole until every last drop has emptied from his massive balls. I’m a rag doll in his big hands now. A wet, sticky, used up rag doll. And I’m loving every second of it.
We finally drop together on the cum soaked bed, his body crushing down on me. His softening cock still sits inside my hole, pulsing as the last vestiges of his cum oozes out.
We lay there for a long moment, breathing hard, exhausted, basking in the sweet haze of post sex. His strong arms keep hold of me, his hot breath passes down my neck and back as he buries his head in my wet hair,
“Good job Landry…” I say softly. “Because of you, we’re going to be able to survi-.”
Just as the words leave my mouth, a loud noise, somewhere between a bark and a squawk erupts into the room. We jump up from the bed. My heart leaps with terror. My entire body is immediately covered in shivers as dread and horror takes over.
Standing at the front of the RV is A Velociraptor, its sharp teeth bared, eyeballing us hungrily, and completely blocking our escape.
“I…think we were a little too loud.” I say to Landry. He nods slowly, terror filling his face.
“Well…at least my balls aren’t in pain anymore.” He says.
“Right…” I say shaking with both fear and involuntary post orgasm spasms. “SIlver lining.”
