Chapter 13- Loxley #2
I shake my head, because surely I did not hear that right. “What?”
“And it’s all weird-shaped and like…I’m still a big turtle freak in my manhood area.”
Leaning back, I take his hands away from his face. Then, I slowly kiss him on his cheek, his nose, and then his lips. “That’s…not a problem. That sounds hot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah!” We both laugh as we lounge in my bed. “If anything…I’m…you know…not big enough.”
Gordy sits up with a new look of determination. “You stop it right now, Loxley Boysen,” he says with a chastising tone. “You’re beautiful. Sexy. Chef’s kiss.” He makes the gesture with his hand to his lips, and I giggle.
“In fact…” His face turns seductive as he reaches down. My eyes roll back, and I shiver at the next sensation.
He’s stroking me off. Cauldrons, this turtle mage is jerking me. My hardening cock is back on board. I squirm in delight as Gordy strokes me in the perfect way, speeding up and increasing his grip gradually.
On instinct, I reach down to do the same. I cup his fleshy groin area, then notice the flesh moving up.
“Fuh,” he whispers. His eyes rolling back is beautiful, but not as amazing as what I see below.
The flesh flap is pushed up. His crotch area has moved to make way for a massive reptilian cock. Oh my stars.
Gordy is a big dude, and he wasn’t lying when he said his penis is true to size. As I stroke, I can barely get my hand around it. It’s like a can of soda. He’s warm and thick, and as I gently handle it, it snakes up his belly and gets harder.
“Ooh…” His moaning is music to my ears. He lies back, and I stroke and stroke.
As I get him going, I notice his precum shining in the moonlight.
That’s not the only thing that has me grinning like a kid in a candy store―not only is his monster cock big, but he has a flared ridge underneath the head, almost like a flat, wide mushroom.
The cockhead grows wider as I continue to jerk him, and it’s all so sexy.
I can’t resist anymore, but I need to be mindful of consent. “Gordy…”
“Yeah?” he asks in a whine.
“Please let me…” The words are caught in my throat, so I lean forward. My mouth is centimeters from his cock, and he gazes at me with a perplexed expression. I try to shoot him a look of longing, a look that asks, no, begs him to let me do what I want.
He nods. “If you…want to you can…but just don’t hurt yourself. I’m aware I’m big and―oooh.”
His words die in his mouth as I shove him into mine.
I take as much of that huge cock into me, minding my teeth.
His precum is sweet; I’ve never been one for the taste of bodily fluids, but as usual, Gordy is the exception.
He must be exuding some magical turtle pheromones, because I’ve never been this turned-on in my life.
I’m unable to get him past my jaw, so I do the next best thing. I stroke him with both hands as I suckle the cockhead. My chin bumps into the flared, turtle cockhead base, and it turns me on even more. He’s not even touching my dick right now, but I feel like I could erupt at any moment.
Speaking of climaxing, Gordy writhes in the sheets, and it’s beyond sexy. “Loxley,” he rasps as he breathes rapidly. “Pull off, please…seriously, I need you to…pull off.”
Reluctantly, I take my mouth off his member, but I don’t stop stroking the beautiful thing.
Gordy places one hand over mine, but I don’t lose the rhythm.
He clamps his eyes shut and takes multiple shallow breaths.
In seconds, it happens―I witness Gordy’s first shared orgasm.
His cockhead widens even more, like a large disc, and he fires shot after shot over himself.
I don’t stop stroking until he begins to shiver in that post-nut haze.
He’s not a virgin anymore. And he lost it with me. I couldn’t be more thrilled.
Before I can muster up any words of praise or adoration, his hand finds my hardness. Gordy leans up on his elbows. Gone is the momentary post-nut relaxation. Now all I see is his hunger. He strokes and strokes, and I fuck into his fist.
“Gordy…Gordy,” I rasp. Just as I’m on the brink of paradise, I see his tail rise up from underneath his cock. When he places his tail into my mouth, I let out a stifled cry.
He’s wrapped around my dick, and his appendage is in my mouth, so smooth and a little salty.
It’s almost overwhelming as the peak pleasure fires off up and down my spine.
This isn’t even an orgasm; it’s so much more.
As I unload onto my hot date, I’m consumed in a thicket of pleasure.
I’m a jumbled mess of neurons firing on all cylinders to give me that sexual pinnacle.
I’m undone, I’m sublime, I’ve transcended all feeling. Gordy does this for me. My familiar.
I’m barely cognizant enough to feel myself crawl into bed. Gordy places the covers over both of us, and he holds me tight. I don’t need to ask him to stay, not that I can form any words. He just knows that’s what I want, what both of us need.
He kisses me on the forehead and whispers, “Goodnight, Loxley Boysen.”
I yawn, hum in affirmation, and snuggle closer to his hard shell. I fit so well against this giant turtle. “Thank you,” he whispers as I rapidly lose consciousness. “For making my first time special.”
I want to tell him that I’ll make all the times special, that sex isn’t like this with just anyone. But of course, I’m falling asleep in the arms of the man I never want to be away from.