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dinostory number three

The cacophony of the jet engines filled David Miliband’s ears as he made his way up the metallic steps, past the waiting stewardess and into the airplane. He glanced around briefly, taking in the plush surroundings of the small jet before taking his seat opposite a smiling stegosaurus. The man and his dinosaur companion were heading back to the UK after a rare joint trip overseas on a whistle stop tour of Dinosaur Island.

“I’m surprised security allowed this.” David said as he clipped his seat belt into position over his lap. He glanced out of the window, the sun was almost below the horizon and the airport lights twinkled in the cloak of dusky twilight that was starting to fall on the coast of Dinosaur Island. David turned his attention back to the man who sat opposite him as he spoke.

“Yeah… me too, I thought they’d have stuck me on the next available budget airline flight, while you get to enjoy the dilophosaurus’s very kind gesture without me to cramp your style.” The stegosaurus’s smile was wide and endearing as he joked with his colleague. “I’m sure security has taken all the appropriate actions and precautions to ensure your safety, David. Relax and enjoy the flight. Take the opportunity to rest.”

David Miliband nodded slowly in response to favourite dinosaur’s suggestion; he let his eyes remain on the stegosaurus, watching as the other man went back to reading his newspaper, his long leg folded so his ankle rested on his other knee, providing himself with a surface to rest the paper on. He looked at the other passengers who filled the sparse but luxurious seats; they were mostly smaller dinosaurs; microceratops, compsognathus – not his type at all; David noted that they looked as tired as he felt; no doubt allowing themselves to slip into the clutches of much needed rest after the few hectic days they had all endured. A stewardess made a number of safety checks and asked the stegosaurus to put his paper away ready for takeoff. the stegosaurus dutifully placed his paper in the appropriate place after offering a charming smile to the stewardess who blushed before taking her own seat at the back of the airplane. David shook his head, a wry smile on his lips as he caught the stegosaurus’s eye, the stegosaurus silently mouthed “what?” back towards David as he held up his hands, a look of mock innocence plastered all over his reptilian features.

The airplane taxied from its location and after clearance from traffic control it was thundering down the runway. David gripped the end of his seat’s armrests, it didn’t matter how many flights he took, he could never really relax on a flight and the surging sensation as the jet left the runway and became airborne was a feeling that he never welcomed. It wasn’t that he was scared of flying he just couldn’t appreciate the lack of control he had. He looked across at the stegosaurus again, a perfect picture of relaxation; head reclined, eyes closed and arms gently resting on the large arm rests. David welcomed the serene look on the dinosaur’s face, he had become increasingly worried of late over the stegosaurus’s state of mind – having a relationship with a senior politician can cause issues to even the most sturdy of dinosaurs. David recalled the look his brother Ed had given him when he first brought the stegosaurus home, and gave a shudder.
Over the ten months or so they had worked together David and the stegosaurus had learnt a lot about each other and although they both publicly denied it, it was obvious to their close colleagues that they they had become good friends; but what those close colleagues didn’t know was that David had fallen head over heels for the dinosaur. David had tried to keep his feelings to himself but in moments when he found himself alone in the stegosaurus’s company it was hard for him not to join in with the stegosaurus’s contagious flirtatious manner, but he doubted that the stegosaurus held the same feelings for David, he was just being the stegosaurus;  stubborn, infuriating but oh so gorgeous.

After a steady climb the airplane gradually levelled out, the stewardess quickly went about her tasks, preparing drinks for those who wanted them and fetched blankets for those who wished to sleep. The stegosaurus ordered himself a stack of undergrowth to eat and rummaged through a selection of magazines to peruse; David could see even in the dim light of the cabin that the stegosaurus was not being serious as he sported one of his most infectious, mischievous grins that David could not help but shyly replying.

David could here soft snores coming from most of the other passengers; it appeared that only he, the stegosaurus and a velociraptor were still awake while the stewardess flitted about the cabin. David retrieved some paper work from his briefcase and set about reading through initiative proposals. His attention was distracted by the stegosaurus’s whispering voice. “Why don’t you sleep? It will be morning when we land, makes sense for you to rest… you look tired.”

“I might do soon, I just need to go through this before a meeting I have tomorrow.” the stegosaurus nodded. “Anyway, why don’t you get some shut eye?” the stegosaurus turned over to the next page of his magazine after a quick lick at the pad of his thumb, his eyes then meeting David’s.

“I can never seem to be able to sleep on airplanes, even ones as luxurious as this one, sadly.”

“Yeah, I admit I struggle with it too. To be honest if I never have to get on another airplane I’ll be one happy dinosaur.” The stegosaurus snorted a stifled laugh, looking around the cabin ensuring he hadn’t disturbed anyone from their slumber.

David continued to work through his paperwork until he felt an insistent tapping against the toe of his shoe. Raising his eyes he was greeted to the sight of a grinning the stegosaurus, holding out his magazine; carefully folded that David could see the article that the stegosaurus was wanting him to read. David read the articles tag line quietly. “Stories from the Mile High Club.” His eyes looked from the magazine to the stegosaurus’s that peered over the top of the publication, gleaming mischievously.

“So… have you… you know?” the stegosaurus enquired losing all his eloquence, sounding more like a hormone crazed teenager than a fearsome dinosaur.

“No… I’ve not… you know. Oh… don’t tell me, one of your conquests just happened to be a sordid tryst in a miniscule bathroom cubicle on a flight heading to sunny Spain.” David looked on as the stegosaurus shook his head.

“Nope, sadly not.” He offered David the magazine. “You need to read through some of those accounts though; they do make you think… well… you know.” The stegosaurus wiggled his eyebrows as David took the magazine from him reluctantly. The stegosaurus made his excuses and got from up from his seat and David watched as he made his way behind the curtain and listened at the door to the bathroom open and close.

David took the time alone to quickly read the article, his eyes enthusiastically devoured the tales of chance meetings with like minded dinosaurs, velociraptors not able to contain themselves and wait till they had arrived at their breeding ground, to more detailed accounts of the logistics of reaching such exquisite pleasure with a dinosaur in a confined space. David placed the magazine on the stegosaurus’s vacant seat and rested his back head against his seat and closed his eyes. He allowed himself to dangerously think about joining the ranks of the elite mile high club. Visions of hastily untucked shirts and hoarse prehistoric growls flooded his mind, the thought of urgent, lust filled kisses, groping hands, writhing dino-flesh and the exchange of filthy words between breathless pants and gasps had David’s arousal testing his self control; once again he found himself gripping at the ends of his seat’s armrests.

Without opening his eyes, he sensed the stegosaurus’s return, he sat motionless not daring to open his eyes and chance the stegosaurus looking at him; fearing that his friend would somehow sense his depraved fantasies through the change in his eyes alone. When he was comfortable that he had succeeded in regaining his self control, David shifted his weight in his seat and opened his eyes. The stegosaurus was now plugged into his Ipod, head reclined with his eyes closed as his toe tapped along with a steady rhythm. David Miliband took this opportunity to use the airplane’s facilities himself.

He pulled the curtain behind him and stepped through the doorway into the cubicle. He glanced at his reflection in the modestly sized mirror and grimaced at his flushed complexion, stained from the heat of his brief state of self induced arousal. He splashed a few handfuls of tepid water on to the warm skin of his face before checking his reflection again, frowning at the futility of his actions and telling himself to get a grip. He was startled and his reflection now showed him his eyes wide and mouth open, as a soft knock sounded at the cubicle door.

“Who is it?” David whispered, trying to hide the slight irritation in his voice.

“It’s me.” David’s brow furrowed as he heard the stegosaurus’s familiar, gruff voice through the thin partition. He undid the lock and opened the door slightly, so a slither of the stegosaurus came into view.

“What do you want?” The stegosaurus didn’t reply with words, he curled his claws around the edge of the door until there was enough space for him to slide through, into the cubicle. “The stegosaurus? What the…” The stegosaurus hand covered David’s mouth and lifted his other index finger to his lips.

“Shhh!” The stegosaurus hushed and lowered both of his hands, brushing the soft cotton of David’s shirt. David’s eyes were still wide and his chest heaved as he tried to process his current predicament. He repeated his question, this time in a lower voice.

“What do you want?” He waited for the stegosaurus’s reply but instead his impatience was met with silence and the provocative sight of the stegosaurus biting on his lower lip, eyes concentrating on the shape of David’s mouth. Eventually the stegosaurus’s eyes met David’s and a single word fell from him mouth into the tense air.


David had only a split second to digest the stegosaurus’s reply before he felt the heat he’d yearned for crush against his mouth, and hands gripping tightly at the cotton that covered his back. David Miliband finally mustered the courage to kiss back with the same intensity; their lips parting under the weight of their desire as David’s hands clasped at the stegosaurus’s rugged jaw. David felt the stegosaurus break the kiss, and their glazed eyes found each other, wild and wanting. “Just say you don’t want this and I’ll go.” the stegosaurus whispered; David could feel his fingers delicately tracing the contours of David’s shoulder blades. Unable to find his voice, David relied on his actions to speak for him and claimed the stegosaurus’s mouth with his once more, his arms winding around the stegosaurus’s scaly waist.
The stegosaurus moaned and felt spurred on by Miliband’s enthusiasm, he let his lips leave David’s and latched them to the sensitive skin of David’s neck, sucking and biting between whispering against the moist skin, leaving David reeling and light headed with pleasure as he kneaded the skin of the stegosaurus’s strong back; hoping to gain a hold on his senses as the stegosaurus pushed him further and further into the depths desire with each word uttered and every lusty kiss placed.

David shivered as he felt the stegosaurus’s hand snake down his chest, over his stomach, giving a quick, teasing pull at the waistband of David’s trousers as his fingers dipped down between the space between David’s flesh and the material of his trousers. the stegosaurus’s voice was dripping with lust as he whispered next to David’s ear, the warm breath tantalising his skin. “I know you’ve wanted this a while, David. There’s no escaping it now, I’ve got you where we both want you, isn’t that right?” All David could manage was a small nod and the stegosaurus felt David swallow as he ran his tongue over the taught skin of David’s throat.

The stegosaurus ran his open palm across the obvious bulge in the David’s trousers and smiled as his touch elicited a moan from the human’s mouth. As awkward as it was in the relatively small floor space of the cubicle, the stegosaurus wasted little time in sinking to his knees, his eyes locked on David’s as he made quick work of unbuckling David’s belt; a smirk pulled on his lips as David looked gloriously flushed with arousal. The stegosaurus pulled the material down over David’s thighs, placing kisses and dragging his scaly claws over the newly exposed skin, enjoying the feeling of David’s muscles tensing and relaxing under his touches. He then pulled teasingly at the soft material of David’s underwear, struggling with his own desire to see David over the chance to take his time like he had imagined. Not that time was something they had a lot of, aware of this, the stegosaurus tugged roughly and freed David’s arousal from the restrictive confines of his underwear.

David had never been so turned on by what was on display in front of his eyes before, the stegosaurus’s lust filled eyes locked on to his own as his warm, talented mouth wrapped engulfed his arousal. David let his eyes slipped closed momentarily as he gripped the stegosaurus’s head, tightening his grip steadily in response to the stegosaurus’s wonderful, oral ministrations. “Fuck…… You’re going to…” David was stopped mid sentence as the stegosaurus hummed his approval around the weight in his mouth, causing David to tighten his grip further, his hips starting to jerk in response, meeting each of the stegosaurus’s drawn out pulls of his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to fill the stegosaurus’s delectable mouth with his release and then to kiss him passionately, tasting himself on the stegosaurus’s lips and tongue.

David felt the warmth spreading from his loins and his sight fading at the edges as he succumbed to the pleasure, the stegosaurus stopped his mouth watering antics and got to his feet, his lips wet and moist sliding against David’s, muting David’s his frustrations at the stegosaurus’s decision to leave him in such a worked up state. “Patience…”

“I’m worried we’re going to get found out, someone is bound to notice we’re not in our seats…”

“Stop worrying.” David found himself hopeless in resisting the stegosaurus’s insistence. “Don’t you want to get your hands on me, David?” the stegosaurus took David’s hand and groaned as he placed it firmly upon him “I want your hands on me, David.” David pulled the stegosaurus’s hardness free, he ran his palm over the smooth flesh, looking at the stegosaurus’s face as it relaxed and his eyes rolled back under the gratifying sensation as it washed over him. David looked down and wrapped his hand around both of them, the feeling of the contact caused both human and dinosaur to moan and the stegosaurus’s eyes open. “Fuck, David… I want you.”

Their mouths met again, the kiss was wet and aggressive as both found themselves controlled by their lust. The stegosaurus turned David round in the small space, nipping at his neck as he forced him to spread his legs with a kick to each foot. He crouched down, awkwardly and ran his wet lips across the lightly furred skin of David’s inner thighs. He gripped at David’s hips as he lightly applied some pressure to his entrance with his tongue. Swirling over the warm flesh in intricate patterns that had David pressing against each touch, desperate to have the stegosaurus break through the seal and delve into him. Once he did, David could do very little but give himself over to the stegosaurus’s skills. His gifted tongue was soon replaced by a slick finger, and David buckled at the pain tainted pleasure, but he urged the stegosaurus for more.

Once the stegosaurus was happy that David was ready, he stepped back, cautiously planting a foot either side of the toilet and urged David to shuffle backwards. He planted a guiding hand onto the small of David’s back and bent him over slightly, allowing Miliband to brace his weight with his arms against the small vanity unit. The stegosaurus lined himself up and gradually pressed himself into the warm tightness of David Miliband. He slowly pulled himself back and pushed forward, feeling David relax more and more with each simple repetition. It was only a few moments before he felt David pushing back to meet him that he knew that David needed and wanted more.

David looked up into mirror and watched the stegosaurus’s reflection as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip, his face flushed with feral desire. He caught David’s eye in the cold surface. “So good, David. Better than all those times I’ve thought about.” David shuddered at the coarseness that lined the stegosaurus’s voice and wrapped a hand around his own cock, and matched the stegosaurus’s rhythm as well as he could manage considering the state of ecstasy he was in.

David’s skin felt like it was on fire; the sultry air clung to him with as much vigour as the stegosaurus was as his hands gripped at David’s hips as he drove into him. David knew they were both close in reaching their release and glanced in the mirror again just as the stegosaurus delivered the thrust which resulted in him reaching his pinnacle. His eyes glazed as his mouth gasped for breath, releasing the quietest of guttural groans. The stegosaurus’s last few movements and the obvious rapture etched on his face was the final surge that David Miliband needed to reach his own climax. His knees buckled slightly as the stegosaurus withdrew from him, he felt a soft kiss placed on his lower back and a hand soothe at the redness that tainted the pale skin of his hips.

His aching body felt boneless as he turned to face the stegosaurus, whose hands remained strong and supportive on his sides. “I… I had no idea.” The stegosaurus lowered his face, showing a rare sign of shyness.

“What? That I’m infatuated with you, David?” He smiled a smile that reached his blue eyes as he turned his face upwards so David could see him. “Guess we both should have acted sooner then, right?” David chuckled softly, as he composed and straightened out his clothing. “I better get back to my seat, I need a drink.” He squeezed David’s hand as he left, sliding out the door as he had entered.

David followed after a few minutes of waiting in the cubicle; he was relieved to see that the passengers were still asleep. Only the spot light above the stegosaurus’s seat was on and it illuminated the spiny form of his now lover as he sat, relaxing as if he hadn’t moved. David took his seat opposite the stegosaurus, once again. They shared a few wordless moments just looking at each other, the stegosaurus’s face was full of fondness, but David shifted nervously. “What did you do to the poor stewardess?”

“I asked if we could have a few minutes to ourselves, she’s quite okay tucked up in her staff quarters.” He leant forward resting his elbows on his knees. “Relax, David.”

“Sorry, it’s just that…” David shrugged. “Things could get awkward.”

“They could, you’re right but I’m not intending on letting that happen, David.” David looked as the stegosaurus flicked through the magazine once again, a cheeky grin emerged. “A senior member of the Labour Party, a dinosaur,  and the mile high club, eh?” His eyes peered over at David. “The only thing with this mile high business is that I couldn’t tell if the earth moved.” David shook his head in disbelief as the stegosaurus’s wicked smile didn’t diminish.

“Well, when we’re on terra firma, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”


dinostory number two

Jarvis Cocker was not entirely sure he could hold out much longer. He was out on a visit to a car manufacturing plant with the tyrannosaur in an attempt to show the public that dinosaurs and humans could have a loving relationship. Even after 11 months, it was all too easy to think of it as a beautiful dream. Although he had no idea how he could possibly forget the tyrannosaur’s involvement…

Over the last 11 months Jarvis and the tyrannosaur had become very close. At first they became friends, which Jarvis was all too happy with, but gradually the minor flirtations and gentle touches had become more charged until they’d finally given in to temptation and had sex, just to get it out of our systems, Jarvis remembered with a wry smile. Of course this hadn’t worked, and they continued to take whatever snatched moments of pleasure they could find, but had agreed to be professional, and especially in front of cameras, or so Jarvis had thought.

Unfortunately, today, the tyrannosaur was not being the good companion that Jarvis had hoped he would be. In fact, from the second he had stepped into Jarvis’s office this morning, he had been distinctly the opposite. Jarvis tried to look interested in the magnificent cars in front of him, but he could only remember the feel of the tyrannosaur pushing him up against his office door, the taste of their tongues locked in battle in each other’s mouths, the sound of their combined moans, and most of all the feel of the tyrannosaur’s erection pushing forcefully against his hip. Jarvis had regretfully had to push the tyrannosaur away from him; they’d had to leave almost immediately afterwards, and as he smiled at the man talking about the process of making car windows, he was really thinking about how he and the dinosaur had had to strategically place their briefcases so as not to alert the press to their…condition as they faced the world’s media.

The journey was not made easy either. Despite being in separate cars, the tyrannosaur still managed to tease Jarvis by messaging him with details of all the things he would like to have done in Jarvis’s office that morning. With thoughts of the tyrannosaur’s mouth wrapped around his cock, and the tyrannosaur sprawled naked on his sofa, Jarvis had gotten so flushed that the driver had had to ask whether he should put the air conditioning on. In the end, Jarvis had just ignored the tyrannosaur’s messages in a desperate attempt to calm himself down, but on seeing the tyrannosaur’s smile as he got out of the other car at the end of the journey; he knew that the tyrannosaur was not going to let him get off so easily.

Jarvis was right. The moment that he stepped out of his car, the tyrannosaur was at his side, shaking his hand and touching his arm like he hadn’t seen him in days. The touches continued throughout the tour – a touch on the arm under the guise of focusing Jarvis’s attention on something, a firm touch on his back under the guise of moving him in a certain direction, and all the while meant to drive Jarvis crazy. Jarvis was dreading seeing the pictures from this visit, let alone the news footage. He was certain that the cameras would pick up the fact that he wasn’t really listening to anything that anyone was saying. All he was focused on was that mischievous look in the tyrannosaur’s eye, the way the tyrannosaur’s tongue ran along his bottom lip, the tyrannosaur’s hands as he gestured enthusiastically around the room… All Jarvis wanted to do was pull the tyrannosaur aside and have sex with him. Now.

Finally, when the two men had been left to wander around on their own for a bit, Jarvis had his chance. He opened a side door to an empty room and pulled the tyrannosaur inside, closing the door and pushing a chair up and under the handle to prevent it from being opened on the other side.

Jarvis pushed the tyrannosaur back against the wall and kissed him so passionately that he was sure that the tyrannosaur’s returning moan would be heard in the corridor outside. “Are you sure we should do this here Jarvis?” the tyrannosaur asked. “Isn’t it a bit dangerous?”

Jarvis laughed, “After all the teasing you’ve done to me today, do you really think I would waste this amazing opportunity? You’ve been driving me crazy, I need to come, now.” He moved his hands over the tyrannosaur’s erection, “And by the looks of things, you do too.”

The tyrannosaur smiled and turned around so Jarvis was up against the wall. He kissed Jarvis forcefully while unzipping him and moving his hand inside Jarvis’s trousers to pull out his throbbing erection. Jarvis gasped at the tyrannosaur’s warm touch and moaned loudly when the tyrannosaur started to stroke him gently. “Shhhhhh” the tyrannosaur warned, “someone might hear us, and the last thing we need is to be interrupted.” the tyrannosaur stopped kissing Jarvis, and got to his knees in front of him.

The tyrannosaur undid Jarvis’s belt and pulled down Jarvis’s trousers and underwear. They fell to the floor softly, Jarvis’s phone bouncing out of the pocket and clattering onto the floor. The tyrannosaur moved to pick it up but Jarvis stopped him with a touch to his head. “Please”, Jarvis implored, “I need to feel your mouth on me now…”


The velociraptor was in his office going through his finances for the millionth time when his mobile rang. Great, just what did Jarvis want now , he wondered. Looking at the flashing screen, he cursed the day he’d met Jarvis Cocker. Jarvis was charming, intelligent, witty, godfather to his children, and, if the velociraptor was being really honest, an incredibly attractive man. The velociraptor had wished many times over the years that he had the courage, even once to admit to Jarvis his true feelings for him, but now it was far too late. They were both married, and even though the velociraptor knew that Jarvis had had sex with dinosaurs before, he also knew that Jarvis would never be crazy enough to risk his career for a quick fuck with a velociraptor. Not only that, but Jarvis was one of his oldest and dearest friends, who currently was constantly on his case. The velociraptor sighed heavily supposing that really, he should pick up the phone. He certainly didn’t want to face Jarvis’s wrath for not answering when he got back later.

He clicked the button on his BlackBerry and held it to his ear. “Hello,” he tried to sound bright, but was confused when he heard nothing but muffled sighing. “Hello?” he tried again, this time louder. He shook his head and was about to hang up when he heard Jarvis’s voice sounding unlike the velociraptor had ever heard it before, sounding… desperate.“I need to feel your mouth on me now…” the velociraptor nearly dropped the phone in his amazement. Could he actually be hearing this? He contemplated hanging up, realising he was intruding on an incredibly personal moment when he heard someone say “Sorry Jarvis, what is it that you need me to do for you?”

The tyrannosaur! the velociraptor realised. He suddenly felt so stupid for all his objections to telling Jarvis about his feelings. Clearly Cocker was crazy enough to risk his career and marriage for a quick fuck, but the velociraptor had never been brave enough to ask. It was bad enough knowing that Jarvis was screwing John Hammond on a regular basis but to know that the tyrannosaur got to be with Jarvis in this way was almost too much for him to bear. He nearly clicked off his phone when he heard Jarvis moan again. “I need your mouth on me, tyrannosaur, I need you to make me come, I can’t take much more of this, please…”

The velociraptor heard Jarvis’s very audible gasp and realised that the tyrannosaur had fulfilled his request. He also realised that hearing Jarvis speak like this was arousing him more than he’d been aroused for a long while. He looked down and saw his erection bulging. He glanced at the clock, 10 minutes until my next meeting. The velociraptor reached in to free his trapped cock before giving it a firm stroke. He moaned before pausing to look up at the door. It was unlocked, but everyone knew that the velociraptor was not to be disturbed while going over his papers. The velociraptor knew he may never get an opportunity like this again, and wasn’t about to waste it. He moved his hand back down, and continued stroking himself.

Jarvis gasped as the tyrannosaur’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, licking the bead of precome that had formed at the tip. Jarvis’s hands were now firmly on the tyrannosaur’s head, his fingers intertwining letting the tyrannosaur know with gentle tugs when he was performing his duties correctly. The tyrannosaur grasped Jarvis’s cock at its base with one hand and lightly tugged on his balls with the other. He licked and sucked his way along Jarvis’s cock, making the most erotic noises as he slurped.

The velociraptor was disturbed when he realised that he suddenly couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the phone. He was also frustrated, but then, the voices returned.

“Tyrannosaur,” Jarvis moaned, “please don’t stop.” The tyrannosaur stood up and moved closer to Jarvis.

“I need to come too,” he replied, “and if we don’t come in the next couple of minutes, someone is sure to find us.” the tyrannosaur moved Jarvis’s hand around his cock before moving his hand back to Jarvis’s and smiling. Quickly, they got into a rhythm, both moaning and groaning into their kisses as their hands flew across each other’s erections.
The velociraptor could hear the slap of skin against skin, and the couples’ eager moans as they raced towards orgasm. He closed his eyes as he imagined it was Jarvis’s hand stroking him. His hands matched both the tyrannosaur’s and Jarvis’s, the sounds of his moans matching theirs, his writhing hips mimicking their movements from miles away, and as he bit down on his lip, letting out only a muffled “fuck”, the couple came over each other’s hands too. Knowing that Jarvis would soon pick up his phone, the velociraptor regretfully hung up, smiling ruefully and realising that he would never be able to look at Jarvis or the Tyrannosaurus in quite the same way again.

The tyrannosaur leaned down and reached for some tissues. “Ever the boy scout, always prepared,” Jarvis gently teased him as he took one.

“Hey, they seem to come in handy when you’re around.” the tyrannosaur smiled as he wiped his little hands. He moved closer to Jarvis and affectionately kissed him before sighing. “I suppose we should be getting on with the rest of our tour eh?”. The tyrannosaur turned to look at Jarvis, who was checking his body for signs of damage.

Jarvis saw the tyrannosaur’s look, “I’m sorry, I know you hate the damn thing, but how else am I going to run the country when I’m away? I need to keep on top of every situation. Actually, I should probably give the velociraptor a call, I think he’s a bit stressed.” Jarvis went to get his phone, but was interrupted by a deliciously lingering kiss from the tyrannosaurus.

The tyrannosaur pulled the phone out of Jarvis’s hands and placed it on the table. “I think you should wait until you’re dressed to start calling the velociraptor.” the tyrannosaur smiled. “Anyway, I have a proposition for you. Tonight, my house, you and m, twenty oysters and a tub of oil. OK? And it’ll be a mobile free zone, yes?” He grinned when he saw Jarvis’s nod and smile. “Besides,” he said intertwining his fingers with Jarvis’s, “Who could turn down the chance for some serious dino-loving?”

Jarvis turned to put his trousers back on. “You?” he teased. “Knowing you, you’d probably forget!” Jarvis laughed as the tyrannosaur playfully hit him and he put his hpone back in his pocket. He removed the chair from under the door handle and looked the tyrannosaur up and down. “You look impeccable,” he said with a sigh.

“Why thank you Jarvis Cocker, so do you,” the tyrannosaur returned with a broad smile.

Jarvis gave the tyrannosaur one last quick kiss before opening the door and walking into the corridor. He’d call the velociraptor later.

dinostory number one

The 43 year old dinosaur gasped as he was pushed down onto the grass of the garden of the idyllic thatched cottage, the slightly larger-built man looming over him ominously with an evil looking smirk, his eyes glinting madly, and the blue tied man dropped to his knees, prising apart the legs of his deputy. The velociraptor gave the impression of helplessness and whimpered, his cheeks burning a red previously unknown to man as a hand tore off his yellow tie and the hand of the dilophosaurus of the same age fumbled with buttons and dived down his shirt. Fingers mentally stained cerulean toyed with the left nipple of the velociraptor’s mighty leader, reduced to being the half-naked object constantly used by John Hammond – the man that was previously his enemy, this man was his enemy, but now they were lovers, and if anyone had seen them then they would have thought he was being raped by the dilophosaurus, but Hammond was a strong man and would not be in such a position. Not anymore.

He remembered their first time, that first night that had taken him by surprise, and he fought back, but his attacks lacked full motivation, he didn’t know why, but he was battling his body to even attempt to land any hits, and so he submitted to the tyrannosaur, feeling surprisingly warm hands stroking every inch of his body, feeling tingling sensations with every movement, every centimetre of skin blazing in an inferno of searing ecstasy, never before feeling anything that could be described in such a way, never thinking a man could provide such excellent pleasure, least of all the opposition, and he was loving it. This feeling inside of doing something you know is wrong, they both had wives and children, but still they went on, they were important figures in the eyes of the world, but still they went on, tongues dancing and hands fondling, the dinosaur surrendered completely and didn’t even allow himself to feel pain at first entrance, this feeling was too intense and to delicious to let pain get in it’s way, and so that night he lost his male virginity, suddenly finding it odd that he had slept with no more than thirty women and twenty dinosaurs but only one man, when this felt better than all of those encounters morphed into one, and here he was, being fucked by the Elderly Scot, his hands held together in one of the velociraptor’s hands and the other hand holding John Hammond’s hip as he was thrust into, his eyes sparkling as his cheek rubbed the royal blue carpet, releasing moans and gasps of pleasure and feeling small drops of sweat roll down his cheek, and feeling tiny streams of blood come from the lip he had not felt himself bite, but he knew he had and he didn’t care. However when they dropped to the floor rhe tyrannosaur looked down to see John Hammond’s face and noticed the red upon the floor, and he panicked for a second. Had he ruined this beautiful man? He had been his enemy and he had insulted him on every occasion he could, but he had done so because he felt…something.. for him. He had stopped at the sight of scarlet, and John Hammond became aware and showed him his lips to prove it’s origin, relieving the dilophosaurus greatly and resulting in him nearly moaning as he saw the expression on Alan Grant’s face, such a beautiful and arousing sight, the pause had no chance to effect him and so he lost no hardness.

However, stopping for a second or so had bothered John Hammond as he was enjoying this so very much, and he moved forward, removing the tyrannosaur from himself, only to turn and push him to the ground fiercely and force himself down upon the velociraptor’s hard as steel member, feeling the dinosaur fill him all the way, shuddering in almost too much pleasure, and this conceded in an exceedingly loud moan from the future Dennis Nedry, and many more similar to this one as the velociraptor rose and fell above his hips, gasping and whimpering with every descent, panting as he felt nearer and nearer to his time, and he knew the tyrannosaur was at the same stage as he was almost constantly groaning, his breath becoming louder, occasionally having to screw up his eyes as he became even more enchanted with the slightly smaller male and every move he made. He had also never found himself this hard ever before, and was greatly surprised later on, but at that time he did not care. The only thing he cared about was a person, and that person was Dr. Alan Grant, his ex-enemy, his new lover.

Soon the pants and moans of the men increased in volume and frequency, emitting gasps more and more often, and the tyrannosaur grew hungrier for John Hammond and grabbed his hips and lay him on the ground, rising up at the same time all in one swift and perfect movement, letting an evil smirk creep onto his face as he saw John Hammond’s surprise, and he began to thrust himself deep into the man, deeper, deeper, deeper still, and then he pushed as deep as he had gone and screamed out the name of his lover, John Hammond doing the same as he released his seed all over his and the tyrannosaur’s stomachs, and the tyrannosaur releasing his inside of John Hammond, panting hard as he withdrew himself, allowing the sticky white substance to drip lazily from the velociraptor’s tight hole, and he lent down to kiss the dinosaur passionately, their tongues dancing together sweetly, and then he pulled back from the kiss and lay with his lover, wrapping his arms around his waist and feeling that taking this risk was the right thing to do.

“So, you’ll consider it?” he asked his lover, before hearing a reply of “I’ll do more than just consider it, I’ll accept it completely.” John Hammond smiled at this, but he didn’t care about what the words meant, just about the man saying them. “So, we’ll be together a lot more now, wont we?” and John Hammond replied almost silently, whispering “I suppose we will.” And he lay his head upon the 12 foot dinosaur’s shoulder, holding himself as close as he could to him, closing his eyes and feeling an intense love for this beast that he had felt before, but never recognised. He kissed lightly at the base of John Hammonds neck before falling into a deep sleep in the man’s arms, but the dilophosaurus did not sleep that night, only gazed at the man in his arms, and felt a warmth in his heart only Hammond had made him feel, smiling at the man’s beauty as he slept, gentle breaths caressing the tyrannosaur’s shoulder and neck, sweet pink lips occasionally letting out a mumble of “The phones are working” at any disturbance, soft brown hair waving slightly as the tyrannosaur himself breathed and cheeks burning a slight pink as he slumbered. The tyrannosaur let out a sigh of happiness and watched him the whole night long.

Ian Malcolm brought himself back to the present swiftly as he felt a tongue circling his nipple, lips closing around it, gentle sucking on it, teeth tightening around it, soft bites upon him, and he let out a moan. The tyrannosaur’s left hand ran down his chest, the gentle touch of his fingertips upon Malcolm’s sensitive skin making breathing insanely hard, and it neared his crotch at an agonisingly slow pace. Ian Malcolm wanted it and he wanted it now. But he knew by now that this – no, his – dilophosaurus did not play it that way. He was deliberatley slow and loved to torture his companion, wanted him to beg for him to let him go, and he’d worked on this since their first experience. “D-D-dilophosaurus…” He stammered, a hand reaching the bulge in his trousers and cupping it tightly. “Please…” The dilophosaurus lifted his head to look deep into his lover’s eyes, a small smirk creeping onto his face.

He loved to see him looking as vunerable as this, his face pink and his eyes shining in desperation. Ian Malcolm had also learned that the tyrannosaur was very good with his mouth. Fingers worked skillfully, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping and removing the lower half of Malcolm’s attire, slipping his hand into the somewhat unordinary underwear the dilophosaurus had secretly bought for him. Ian Malcolm gasped loudly at the feel of the hand on his member, and began to bite his lip as the tyrannosaur commented on his loyalty. “I see you remembered to wear this, just as I asked you to. I’m glad. Since you’ve been such a good little boy, maybe I’ll be gentle with you, unless you’d like it otherwise.” The dinosaur growled in Malcolm’s ear. “Harder! Rougher than before!” In fact, it seemed to be reserved only for Ian Malcolm. And boy did he love it. The dilophosaurus let out a quiet snigger, he knew how Malcolm would want it. But for once he would allow it. It was the first time Ian Malcolm had willingly worn the g-string the tyrannosaur had managed to get hold of. “Alright, but it’s not my problem if you bleed.” “Hey!” Another quiet laugh, and he got down to business, running his tongue down his lower torso. However, the dilophosaurus did something that took him by surprise.

“Stop.” The dilophosaurus rose a little and looked at him, confused and surprised. Malcolm lifted himself from the ground and perched on his toes before The tyrannosaur, put his hand to his chest and pushed him to the ground. The tyrannosaur was too shocked to try and prevent this. “I told you I wanted it rough, and you said I’d get it rough. Yet you go about it the way you always do. THIS is rough.” And he unfastened the man’s trousers and slid them, and his underwear, down a short distance. He stood above the dilophosaurus and dropped his thong to the ground, revealing his surprisingly large member and allowing the tyrannosaur to take in the incredible beauty the man possessed, from his slightly unkempt brown hair to his unpredictably muscular chest to his perfectly slender waist to his…

The tyrannosaur could not find words to describe his companion’s cock, no way of saying just how long and thick it was, without feeling ashamed of his own appendage. But the mathematician still wanted the dilophosaurus inside him, still wanted to receive him, which could only possibly be explained by the fact that it was the tyrannosaur who made the first move, The tyrannosaur who penetrated him first. Or maybe he just preferred cock inside him to his being inside another, but how would he know what it was like to fuck a man? This confused the dilophosaurus, and so he decided instead to take in the view of his lovely naked mathematician instead, arousing him even more than he had before that day.

Malcolm lowered himself to a kneeling position again and lowered his head, licking a stripe up the underside of his lover’s member, taking the head into his mouth, caressing his slit with his tongue, sucking on him hard and enveloping him in warmth, angling his head and taking him in completely, sucking hard and moving to the tip, sliding his tongue over the man’s slit and repeating the process, taking in his full length with every downward movement, increasing in pace, The tyrannosaur thrusting gently into Ian Malcolm’s mouth, first out of time, but quickly building a good rhythm and soon he found himself climaxing, releasing his seed into the velociraptor’s waiting mouth, who continued to suck him dry, taking in every last drop of the sticky white substance and leaving a thin layer of saliva upon his member.

He reached up to John Hammond’s face with one hand, and planted a kiss on the man’s lips, sliding his tongue across the lower lip to ask for entrance, which he was granted, and slid his tongue into the man’s mouth, allowing the white liquid he had not swallowed to flow in. He stared deep into his lovers eyes with a playfully evil gaze, and saw the glint of surprise in them when they snapped open. He narrowed his eyes slightly, only to open them fully again, breaking the kiss and laughing softly at the dilophosaurus’s confusion. His plan had worked though, and he was already prepared for more. He positioned himself with one leg on either side of The tyrannosaur’s hips, and pushed himself down onto his erection, forcing his lover deeper and deeper inside him.

When he was completely enveloped, he stayed still for a while, and when he was accustomed to the feeling he began to rise and fall with increasing pace. He didn’t want it this way, to tell the truth, but he felt that the tyrannosaur wasn’t very good at knowing what rough was. He was wrong however, for the tyrannosaur had cottoned on and reached for his hips. All in one swift movement, he lay one Dr. Alan Grant down onto the grass and lifted himself to kneel between his legs, and began thrusting into him harder than he ever had in the past. He grabbed at the mans thighs and held his legs wide apart, pushed himself deeper and deeper with every movement, hearing short cries from his lover, cries which worried him, but he continued, this was how Ian Malcolm wanted it, so he felt he had to deliver. Yelps and shouts escaped his mouth, accompanied by moans and groans that assured him he was doing it right, pants and gasps and huffs became more often, he knew he was making similar noises and he felt a warmth burn deep in the pit of his stomach, he knew he would come soon, and he felt somewhat stupid for coming again so shortly after Ian Malcolm had sucked him off, but he only thought of that later. All that mattered now was that he was thrusting his dick deeper and harder and faster into Dr. Alan Grant than he ever had before, seeing tears form at the corners of his eyes, but knowing he loved it from the moans and pants he received in return. Soon these sounds became more frequent and became much louder, and soon they both found themselves coming, and heard the scream of each others names. Cries – fortunately they were disguised by each other and by the rawness of their voices, and the darkness that was night cloaked them well, and made their expression of love seem like fox cubs in the night, so they knew they would be safe.

The tyrannosaur removed himself from his lover, and reaching into his pocket found his packet of tissues to clean the sticky substance on his lover’s stomach and also on his own, and to clean it from his entrance. After he had sorted those out, he pulled up his boxers and trousers, re-belting himself and buttoning his shirt, watching as Ian Malcolm did just the same, before resting his body down on the grass to embrace his dear stegosaurus, planting a gentle and loving kiss upon those perfect pink lips of his, and after breaking the kiss lay his head upon the triceratops of Britain, the triceraptops of his own heart, the one he had loved for so long, yet he had only allowed himself to realise after it was found that he felt the same way.
It had felt so wrong and sinful to be doing the triceraptops when both of them had wives and children, but at the same time it felt so right. He’d never felt what he felt when he was with the stegosaurus when he was with his wife, and John Hammond could truthfully say the same about the tyrannosaur. Maybe it really is love, but no one can say for sure, but all they know is that they never want this to end.