Wait 'Til Marco Cums!

"This work of fiction which I now undertake may seem incredibly lewd, crude, and just plain unnecessary to a lot of you. Seeing as I am not a mind-reader but a simple-minded dragon who likes to put his thoughts on paper, that's really an irrelevant concept, because at this time, said thoughts are including a trio of saurians who are greatly enjoying each other's company! Therefore, I, Sabrewing, hereby permit this story to include homosexual content between three males, as well as a title reminiscent of an old ghost story I read once. Put your pencils down and grip your erections lightly; the project has just been green-lighted."

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A brown door opened, and a large, olive green T-rex led his younger anthro-raptor into the small apartment. The raptor's brownish-gold scales glimmered as he shook, rainwater flying off of his toned arms.

"Phew, thanks a bunch!" he said, smiling a toothy grin as the tyrannosaur closed the door, cutting them off from the aerial flood outside. "I didn't have any way of getting home in this downpour."

The rex chortled, "Right, your car. It's really easy to bust a tire in this kinda weather, lots of stuff gets on the roads." He gestured around, "But you're welcome to stay for as long as Triple-Fang needs to fix it."

"Great, thanks," replied the smaller saurian. He held out his hand, looking up at his new acquaintance, "I didn't introduce myself. I'm Kevin."

The tyrannosaur's huge claws easily swallowed up the raptor's, looking like they could do so three times over, and he gave it a warm shake. "Heinrich, and the pleasure is mine. You'll meet my mate later, he's always stops at the gym after a day at the quarry."

Kevin smiled, "Mate? Wow ... though I couldn't really see you without one, you look great!" Heinrich just grinned, showing his large predatory teeth, and winked at him, "You flatterer." Kevin continued, "No, I mean it! I wish I looked like you, then I wouldn't be single right now."

Heinrich's claws caress Kevin's shoulders, "I'm sure someone as nice looking as you gets a lot of action, though." The raptor's snout tilted downwards, blushing a little. "You'll find that special someone, but until then ... you can have all the fun you want."

"Heh, I guess so ..." Kevin hissed quietly. The T-shirt he wore was utterly soaked, and the Nothing But Biters band logo on its front shifted and jostled with the raptor's fidgeting. "Is it okay if I take this off? It's getting really uncomfortable."

The olive rex nodded, "Sure. If it'll make you feel better, I'll take mine off, too." Heinrich's own meaty arms slid down and reached to lift the stretched muscle shirt over his head, "If you want, we can relax in front of the fireplace later. We bought more easy-burn wood yesterday."

"That'd be great," the raptor said. "I'll get it set up." He couldn't help but stare openly at Heinrich's chest, the same uniform green color, but capped on each pectoral by a nipple that was so dark as to look black in low lighting. Each pec rippled and tensed with the rex's movements, and he had a nice looking eight-pack going with his abs. He looked like the type who took quite a few visits to the gym, himself. Kevin hissed to himself, wishing he could see the rest of him, then turned to walk into the living room. Heinrich grinned, various thoughts playing through his mind, and he stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Within minutes, he had a cozy fire glowing in the hearth, and he was kneeling in front of it, warming his chilly hands. Heinrich walked into the room, heading to the crimson loveseat and setting himself in it, "We didn't really have anything planned for dinner since Marco's still out, but you can have whatever's handy in the fridge." The T-rex smirked as Kevin chuckled, "You'll probably be snacking on leftover fried chicken, knowing our eating habits."

Kevin got up, his slender tail slinking behind him as he joined Heinrich. "You got any hot dogs around here?" He smiled sheepishly, testingly tracing one of his talons on the side of the tyrannosaur's hip. Heinrich's large saurian snout spread into a smug grin, "You don't beat around the bush, do you? I bet I'm right; you probably see more action than you let on, if lines like that actually work."

Kevin merely headtilted down again, blushing deeper. He growled softly as he felt a bump against his muzzle, the tyranno's green scales rubbing against the raptor's brown as he nuzzled Kevin. "Sure, we can have a little fun ... all of us. But first, I'm curious what you're capable of, lil' guy."

The raptor's heart skipped a beat. Was this guy really considering a three-way with him? He didn't have much time to think, though, as the tyrannosaur's hand slid down his chest, past his stomach to the crotch of Kevin's denim pants. He emitted a low hiss, eyes narrowing as the thick fingers the rex possessed stroked over the warm spot between the smaller saurian's thighs. "Hmmm ..." Heinrich mused, his knuckles framing the developing bulge, pressing into the denim to make it even more visible to the eye, "Nice 'n' thick ... could stand to be a little longer, but we'll work on that."

"Work on it? But, what about my ca--" Kevin's protest was stopped by a finger pressed to his lips, Heinrich smiling at him rather wickedly. "I said we'll work on that. All night long if we have to." The thick clawed fingers petting his groin reminded the raptor of their presence by dipping further between his thighs, grinding up against where his balls could be felt, and Kevin groaned with want. The tyrannosaur licked his scaled lips, "I'm just gonna take these off, if you don't mind."

Kevin did not. Heinrich growled as he undid the zipper of the raptor's pants, sliding off of the loveseat and squatting in front of him to tug them off, as Kevin wriggled past the waistband, his tail getting caught before finally slithering its way out. The raptor's brown penis, a shade darker in color than his scales, buoyed up from his groin, already fully stiff with excitement from how turned-on he was from ogling the T-rex. Heinrich was well aware of this. "If you're that hard just from looking at me," he murmured, standing back up to his full height, "I hope you don't lose your load when you look at this."

Thumbs hooking into his own elastic waistband, he hiked the deep blue sweatpants he had on down, stepping out of them slowly. Kevin gasped, treated to the dark green tube of male flesh that took up nearly all the room between Heinrich's thighs. The T-rex shifted his weight on his legs, causing his flaccid shaft to sway enticingly, its ridged mushroom-like head reaching down far ... Kevin figured the T-rex must have measured twelve inches easily, maybe even a little more, and the thought made him drool all the more. Heinrich rumbled in approval, leaning forward and propping his arms on the back of the loveseat, as the raptor leaned forward, his own ten-inch dick quivering unsteadily with his quickening pulse as he bent in, his forehead rubbing up against the green dinosaur's chest as he took a deep breath through his nostrils, ingesting the heavenly scent of male arousal. His tongue flicked free of his lips, spittle dripping from its tip, and his snout inched closer, enough to brush across the blunt tip, groaning as its taste came back to him, the familiar tinge of salt greeting him. Again, the velociraptor's tongue glided over the head of the tyrannosaur.

"So, you like how I taste ..." Heinrich grinned as he looked from his position over at a clock on the wall, seeing the time. "We still have a while ... let's explore each other that way for a while." His hands came over and gripped under Kevin's arms, lifting him up as the larger saurian turned to sit on the soft loveseat, then lied back on the cushions, setting the raptor down on top of him facing his legs which were propped up over the arm of the seat.

Kevin shuddered violently, now having as much of a close-up of the other sexy male's cock as he could have ever hoped for. He snarled lustfully and reared his head back to dive full-force towards it, but was stopped by a sudden hard pinch on his side. Heinrich shook his head at him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try and drain me right now ... I'll make it more worth your while -- FAR more worth it -- if you wait until both Marco and I can get our claws on you ... So, for now, just try and settle on a nice, pleasant taste, hmm? No getting-off yet, just a casual sucking, if there is such a thing." The T-rex's large hands cupped Kevin's buttocks, and he murred softly as his rump received a soothing massage of sorts, "I can show you what I mean, if you're still confused."

Kevin nodded, looking back at his impromptu teacher. Usually, when someone wanted his services, or when he was horny enough, the raptor was begged to suck as hard as he could, so this was rather new to him. Heinrich hummed and nodded, his kneading fingers hoisting the brown-gold rear laid on his chest up, exposing the raptor's still-turgid cock. Carefully, his lips parted as he drew the thick erection between them, his tongue pillowing it as his hands continued to caress Kevin's buttocks. Kevin groaned and tried to thrust downwards, but Heinrich held him perfectly still, keeping him at a low enough temperature to prevent him from turning into a raging pile of horomones, just letting his tongue drag and stroke over the flaring endowment slowly. Kevin found that, to his surprise, it did feel rather nice, between his new friend's cozy body warmth and the moist interior of his jaws. The T-rex continued for a few more seconds, then withdrew his muzzle, giving his lips another lick. "See? That wasn't so bad. No frenzied hurry to cum, it just ... gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling inside," he said with a chuckle, patting the side of his abs indicatively. "So what do you think? Wanna keep the kettle to a warm simmer before we add in the extra ingredient for the lid-popping finale?"

The raptor smiled and nodded his head, turning back and eyeing the olive saurian's groin. He could see how Heinrich's method could be very nice in that he could savor his taste directly for quite a while and not worry about having to be called off of it. Taking the rex's advice, his muzzle slowly engulfed the green spire, slightly chewing down its length as he bathed its warm surface. "That's it ..." the rex responded, watching and giving Kevin's hip an affectionate pat of his hand as he laid back fully, returning his mouth to his own brown morsel once more, giving it a long, lazy suckle, his nose nuzzled up against the raptor's sac.

Kevin's throat contracted as he swallowed down the rex's flavor, his chest relaxing against Heinrich's stomach more as he slipped his arms down between the loveseat cushion and the olive green buttocks, giving a gentle snug. He had to admit to himself that he couldn't wait to taste Heinrich's -- and Marco's -- musk directly, but the light slurping between his legs, coupled with the gentle pulsing of the tyrannosaur's endowment stirring to life with the raptor's own attentions, was still a very pleasing experience. The fire crackling in the hearth added to the atmosphere, mildly illuminating the two saurians, brown-gold scales blanketing olive green ones, as they nursed on each other's cocks, drinking down the faint trickles of clear precum that escaped from their cumslits and spilled onto their tongues. They hissed to one another, air rasping past the poles thrust into their jaws, and Heinrich's legs dug into the arm of the loveseat in a particularly sharp bend, even as Kevin's toes waggled outwards and relaxed again on his lengthy feet, stretching as the beginnings of a tingling echoed through his loins, his knees pressed down on either side of the rex's skull.

Before either of them knew it, the Westminster chimes of the clock were announcing the time of eight o'clock. Heinrich's large muzzle eased off of the raptor's stiff cock, giving the base of his tail a squeeze of his fist. "We should go ahead and relocate upstairs, oh tasty one," he rumbled softly, Kevin's sleepy eyes drifting open as he reluctantly uncorked his mouth of the succulent tyrannohood. Gods, it was like trying to deepthroat a whole bratwurst, which the raptor admittedly tried to do once or twice ... he was no stranger to creative toys or props. He nodded, easing his body off of the rex's and stepping onto the floor, but was surprised as he felt Heinrich's arms scooping him up under neck and knees, cradling him in a carrying position. The tyrannosaur's muscular tail swished behind his bare body slowly as he walked with the velociraptor up the spiral staircase, grinning at him the whole time. Back downstairs, the front door's handle clicked and swiveled as it turned.

Heinrich's smile completely took up his snout as he set Kevin down on the large king-size cream-sheeted bed. "Welcome home, Marco!" the saurian shouted from the bedroom. "Come on upstairs for a little treat, love." Kevin visibly shuddered, propping himself up on his arms in wonder as he listened to a deep, burly voice reply, "All right ..." It sounded like the voice was coming out of a giant ... The raptor gulped, wondering if, maybe, he was in over his head on this. Raw lust won the day, however, and he kept himself lying there on the bed as he heard thundering footfalls coming up the stairs. Heinrich grinned and sat on the edge of the bed next to Kevin, giving the raptor's shaft a slight squeeze, feeling it throb under its thin layer of saurian spittle, and watched the open doorway with his little friend, Marco stepping into the room with a coy smile.

He was ENORMOUS, there was no if's, and's, or but's about it, and Kevin's mouth was going dry just looking at him. Marco was a broad grey brachiosaurus, nearly eighteen feet tall from head to foot, a good one-third of his height constituting his neck. He sauntered into the room, his eyeridges raised upwards at what he must have taken to be a truly surprising sight to behold as his mate sat on their bed, toying with another male's erection. He smirked, his button-up shirt barely containing his raw bulk ... nor his admittedly musky scent, having just been at the gym for a long time. He smiled, his neck craning downwards to give his T-rex love an affectionate nuzzle, "Been taking in poor helpless strays off the street again, sweetie?"

The raptor frowned a little, but Heinrich's claws under his chin giving him a nice skritch there helped cheer him back up. "Poor, no; helpless, yes. Marco, this is Kevin, who will be staying with us until his car is fixed. Kevin, this is my mate, Marco," said the tyrannosaur, who helped Kevin back up into a sit to shake the brachio's offered hand. "Hmm, the pleasure's mine," Marco coolly said, looking back and forth between the two males. "Or, at least that's what I gather from what I see before me. Care to explain yourself, Hein?"

Hein's teeth flashed as he grinned back at Marco. "Our new friend here," he began, his claw resuming its earlier stroking along the raptor's shaft, and Kevin reeled and groaned as he slumped back onto the bed, "Couldn't take his eyes off of me earlier, and he just seemed like a nice little guy, I thought maybe we could ... y'know ... show him a good time." A lusty growl was in the back of Heinrich's voice, as he looked up to meet his boyfriend's eyes.

The long-necked saurian smiled back down at him, "You never could turn down a pair of puppy eyes ..." His neck craned down further, taking a curious whiff between the raptor's tense thighs, eyeing his package, "And I have to admit, I haven't seen anybody this thick in a while ... are you sure we won't spoil him? After he's going through H&M, I don't know if he'll settle for less!" The brachiosaur's hands went up to the collar of his shirt, working his way down and unsnapping buttons as he went. The olive dinosaur shook his head, chortling to himself, and watched Marco take off the flannel-resembling shirt. His claws gave the root the brown cock a deep squeeze, its owner moaning, and he hissed to him, "You might want to take a look at this ..."

Kevin wearily sat up, his sex tingling in such a nice way that he just wanted to lay there and absorb the attention, but when he looked at the brachiosaur's uncovered body, he was glad he sat up. Where Heinrich had excelled in body mass, Marco somehow managed to surpass him even there, with sinew stacked on top of sinew. His pecs, alone, fresh from his work-out, looked like they could hold a hundred pounds on each one and not even begin to cave inwards. The biceps on his arms formed a taut, bulgy mound on his arm, leading down to the less thick forearms, capped by a large hand. (All the better to grip himself,) Kevin thought, and he openly drooled as he eyed the saurian's abs, still rippling as they were.

"Hoo-hoo, I think he likes my training regiment ..." Marco teased, already setting about removing his overly-snug sweatpants, the same color as Heinrich's. "I've really gotta get new ones ... they show off my butt like shouldn't be legal, but they're getting too tight for their own good, y'know?" Kevin didn't even need three guesses as to why Marco's sweats were so tight; the answer was right there, swaying in front of him. The brachiosaur's cock was obscenely long, touching his knees with his glans, and definitely intimidating in sheer girth; the raptor had to wonder if the rex could fit it inside of him. Not at first, he reasoned, but with a lot of practice and stretching, it MIGHT be feasible. However, there was no way Kevin could do anything with the twenty-two inch monster, he just couldn't. Marco seemed to detect the raptor's disappointment, and stepped closer to the pair, one of his hands hefting underneath his barrel of an endowment, lifting it so that it faced the brown dinosaur, as if it were looking at him.

"Hmm, you'll get used to it, I think," he murmured, the grey surface of his cock quivering a little in his grip as he brought it close to the raptor's muzzle, whose eyelids fluttered closed as he breathed in the brachio's essence. Marco looked at Heinrich, "So, what have you two done so far? Or shouldn't I ask?"

The tyranno grinned back up at him, "Nothing truly explicit, I just introduced him to what you and I do on those cold winter nights. Granted, we've managed to pass the five-hour mark thusly engaged, but for the rough 45 minutes he and I were indisposed, he seemed to take to it rather well. He has good oral control; a little more practice and he might even rival us."

Marco grunted, the slit tipping his penis like a bottomless black well to the raptor's narrow eyes. "Really? You felt good in his mouth?" he asked, his free hand sweeping around and cradling the back of Kevin's head with his palm, petting into the soft scales. Heinrich nodded back, and the grey saurian smiled, leaning in to whisper something in his mate's ear, his eyes constantly darting back to look at the velociraptor's jaws.

The tyrannosaur chuckled deeply, almost an echoing growl, and his hand left Kevin's cock, both arms hoisting up into the raptor's armpits. "Boy, are you ever in for a treat," he hissed as he picked up their new friend, holding to him his chest, as Marco took his place on the bed, lying on his back with his neck doubled on itself somewhat to better look at them. Carefully, he lay the young raptor atop his mate's body, also on his back, Kevin's tail trailing alongside the brachio's neck as his head settled onto the ample grey stomach. Heinrich couldn't help but grin at the sight as he stood up, hands on his hips with his legs straddling Marco's long tail, shaft poking straight out from his crotch. Kevin had gone completely still, his snout being mere inches away from Marco's own shaft, limp but still imposing.

"You'll have to forgive what we're going to do," the tyrannosaur continued, leaning forward and propping himself up on his arms, his own groin positioned above the raptor's quivering lips, his balls sagging heavily, lewdly. "But you have to understand ... the longer the build-up, the greater the reward. And we'll be taking turns, so you'll not grow bored of our taste terribly soon ... and with that said ... who would you like to start with?" The T-rex brought his snout down, giving the inner curve of the raptor's thigh a lingering lick, awaiting his decision.

He did not have to wait long, though; Marco was dominant in the brown saurian's mind. He needed him, now. Groaning, his muzzle twisted to the side, and in a feverish lust filled state, he stuffed as much of the brachiosaur's fat maleness into his mouth, growling. The T-rex smiled, watching the vain attempts Kevin made, his cheeks visibly bulging with his mate's thickness. "Not an unexpected choice," he mused, leaning forward fully and putting some of his weight on the stacked bodies underneath him, his loins presses down against the raptor's throat, and he kissed his brachio's silken lips.

Murrs of steadily increasing volume came from Marco's chest, his jostling organ thickening and pulsing with bloodflow within the velociraptor's jaws. Kevin's grunts and moans of intense pleasure were utterly displaced by the mammoth wall of flesh blocking his throat, but they came with more vigor as he found his own shaft being tended to, by twin tongues, both Marco and Heinrich growling and hissing as they trailed their respective pink slippery muscles along the throbbing maleness. Heinrich's hips slowly rocked against the raptor, grinding the underside of his thick arousal against the brownish gold upper chest. The grey cock swelled between Kevin's lips, Marco grunting as the raptor dug his jaws into it, its sheer size making him chew a bit by accident, the beastly erection nearly fully engorged. Kevin gasped as he found it pulling free of his mouth. "Hmm, switcheroo time," the brachiosaur husked to them, and Kevin's groan returned as the T-rex brought his hips back, guiding his green penis into the saurian's mouth. It fit much easier, Kevin being able to relax his throat so that Heinrich could slide in, his balls nudged against the brown flaring nostrils, filling them with the rex's raw musk as the ridged crown of his cockhead nudged into his throat.

Heinrich groaned, and started to slowly hump the warm muzzle he occupied, his tail curling around his love's as he and Marco both continued to lewdly slurp and nibble the raptor's raging hard-on. Slick droplets of precum were already welling from Kevin's shaft, overly aroused, but it was quickly swept up by one saurian tongue or the other, not having a chance to fall to his belly. Each of the three male bodies squirmed and writhed against one another, the assailed velociraptor feeling like he was on fire, sandwiched between the tyrannosaur and the brachiosaur, his scrotum feeling huge between his thighs as he was suddenly feeling the brachio's cock being pressed to his hands, his fingers stroking it, not able to reach all the way around it. And the taste, the indescribable taste that came to and retreated from his pallete, with the green saurian's continued thrusts through his muzzle. But then, it, too, went away, his snout being guided back towards his hands as he again found Marco's shaft slipping back into his jaws. He tried to relax his throat, fit even more of the delicious log inside, and to his shock and surprise, it worked, the T-rex's thrusting having made it easier for Kevin to accept Marco's size.

The two mates whispered sweet nothings to one another, murmuring about how nice and tight the raptor's throat was as their lips pressed together, kissing. The brachio's shaft throbbed, his tangy precum spilling in warm gushes down Kevin's throat, the saurian groaning as he drank of the precious nectar. Before he could protest, again his meal was exchanged, Heinrich's rich flavor entering his mouth again as the tyrannosaur pumped his pulsing erection through the brown muzzle. The rex's pre was coming at a much faster pace, and one of his hands was busy stroking his partner's mammoth grey log, keeping him close to the verge of orgasm. Both their tongues slathered and washed along the raptor's beseiged endowment, and as Kevin hissed shrilly over his mouthful, his balls emptied themselves in a steady stream of white cream, which his new friends readily lapped up.

Suddenly, the T-rex's hips lunged forward, spiking his cockhead deep into the dinosaur's throat, and he gave a mighty roar of release as he started to unload his own cum down Kevin's forced-open throat. It was like a river, constantly pouring the salty substance into his belly as the veined green shaft twitched and flared with his climax, and still he masturbated his love, fingers flying up and down the grey stalk ... until Marco gave him a hasty nod between some lustful grunts. Hastily, Heinrich tugged his still-spurting cock out of the raptor, who gagged and reeled as a final spurt landed in his jaws before the tyranno had time to shift his hips to release the rest on his brownish-gold chestscales, but the long-neck was swift, and stole the chance to shove his engorged meat back into the saurian's mouth, and he, too, bellowed his climactic ecstacy. Kevin was sure his stomach was going to explode during the time he felt wave after wave after WAVE of hot cum surging into his belly, a literal deluge of male prowess being tapped as he couldn't escape it if he tried, the enormous cock's ridged head well thrust into his throat, left wide open to the seemingly bottomless balls that continued to feed him the brachiosaur's seed, the shaft's underside pulsing strongly with each gush.

The entire pile of scales and muscles sighed and sagged, slumping into one another, utterly drained. The room was darkened, with nothing but the moonlight outside the window to bring in any illuminance, and as their arms wrapped around one another, both the tyrannosaur and the brachiosaur started to doze off, not even moving from their positions. Kevin didn't have the strength, nor the will to move either of them, Marco's cock still lodged in his mouth. However, as he began to feel a little dogged himself from the entire day's ordeal, he wondered ... how much would Triple-Fang allow him to bribe them to sabotage the work on his car, make him hang around a while longer?

THE END!