Loonatics Undressed, Kyell Gold [great books for teens .txt] 📗

the panel, trapping his tail between his bare rump and the glossy metal. His fingers remained wrapped around Tech’s length, sliding down to the base and squeezing there. The coyote gasped. “No, uh, vibrating with the beak now…”

He heard a soft chuckle and saw red feathers wiggle. “C’mon pal I told you I know what I’m doing you trust me right?”

“I, uh, oh god yes,” he moaned as a feather-light tongue brushed across his tip and he felt the warmth and firm pliability of Rev’s beak close around him. The roadrunner just held him steady while his tongue did all the work, rubbing and flicking quickly along the tip of the coyote’s shaft. Warm breath enfolded him as the tongue licked faster and faster, and Tech had to brace himself with both paws against the instrument panel, trying in vain to grip the metal. His hips pressed forward into Rev as the roadrunner started to slide his beak very gently up and down, allowing his tongue more play.

Tech closed his eyes and tried to keep quiet, but couldn’t help moaning again when he felt another hand slip under his sac to cup his balls, lifting and rolling them, fingers sliding through his soft fur and then up behind his sac. He spread his legs to give Rev’s hand better access, knowing where it was going, whimpering when it arrived at the tight hole under his tail and played there. His trapped tail tried to arch, and had to settle for brushing up against Rev’s wrist as his fingers started to press there in time with his beak’s movements.

Clattering sounded around the room, and a couple loose bolts struck Tech’s paws and stayed there. Rev stopped and looked up, but didn’t say anything. “It’s okay,” Tech gasped. “Please…”

“Mmm.” It was the shortest sound he’d ever heard the roadrunner make, and it made him happy to know that Rev was enjoying this as much as he was. Well, maybe not as much. He felt like his loins were on fire, as though the heat building there could melt right through the metal behind him if he were turned around, and his breath was coming quicker and faster.

And why, a distant part of his brain wondered, does it matter so much that Rev enjoys it?

Shut up, he told himself, and focus on enjoying it yourself.

The first was more problematic than the second. He squirmed happily, aware that Rev was drawing out the experience and loving every moment of it. The roadrunner’s tongue brought more heat to him, pushing it down into his legs and up into his belly, until he moaned again and felt his knees buckle. “Only got… fifteen minutes…” he managed to pant out.

Rev kept his fingers pressed tightly against Tech’s tail hole, and lifted his beak from the now-dripping shaft. “Five for you five for me five to clean up works okay for me,” he said, and dove right back to it, licking drops of pre from Tech as the coyote struggled to hold back a howl.

He tried counting in his head, but kept uncharacteristically missing numbers and losing count of the seconds, and when Rev thrust forward and got Tech’s shaft rubbing against the base of his tongue, slurping while his topknot brushed the coyote’s stomach fur, all the numbers he’d ever known flew right out of Tech’s head. He could hear himself making a series of low, moaning barks, and could feel acutely every touch on his sensitive member, from Rev’s beak closed gently around the base to the slick surface of the tongue rubbing hot passion into his tip, and his toes and tail were curling, and he thought he felt Rev’s finger actually press into him, but he wasn’t certain because everything in his body was firing all at once, his knees buckling and muzzle yelping his pleasure as his shaft trembled, convulsed, and emptied him into Rev’s waiting mouth.

He thrust forward, away from the panel and into the roadrunner’s beak, gasping and bracing himself so he didn’t just collapse to the floor. The climax seemed to go on and on, his body jerking tightly forward, until the last few spurts dribbled from him and all the energy left him all at once feeling warm and gooey. His knees did buckle then, dropping him partway to the floor before he recovered his balance and pushed himself upright.

He heard a couple soft smacks of Rev’s beak, and glanced down to see the roadrunner’s grin in red highlights. “You taste pretty good there pal sure hope the mikes were off cause you were pretty loud too.”

“Was I?” He still felt dizzy. “Yeah, they’re off… part of that panel there.” Bolts dropped from his paw as he gestured toward the panel he’d shut off earlier. “Kills… light and sound… whoof.” Talking was too much effort; he was still panting from his release.

Rev stood up, his grin very close to Tech’s muzzle. “You are awful cute when you come you know that?” he whispered.

Tech felt his ears flicking self-consciously as he rubbed his muzzle against Rev’s beak. “You can see it… anytime you want.”

“Might take you up on that sometime but for now I think we only got about ten minutes left right?”

“Oh. Yeah. Give me… a second here.” He rubbed a paw up and down Rev’s slender neck to his chest, down his uniform to where his shirt remained lifted, through the feathers underneath. It took him a few more gulps of air to recover his breath, in which time his paw had drifted down to find a very hard erection. It felt good under his fingers, and Rev chirped in his ear when he stroked and squeezed it, so he kept doing it while he recovered a little more of his strength, until he felt ready to go on.

Dropping to his knees was easy. His arm wrapped nicely around Rev’s waist while his other paw guided the hard, slender length into his warm muzzle. The taste was nicely