A peculiar amity

Mark Xavier Miller was a lonely 25-year-old biology student who lived in a cosy one-bedroomed apartment far from the noisy centre of the big city where he had moved five years ago. The young man was one-metre sixty-five, white-skinned, shoulder-length black-haired, brown-eyed, short-sighted, sharp-nosed, narrow-lipped, thin-haired and slim with plane midriff. As a dark horse, he spent most of the day distanced from people, studying at home, reading books, watching documentaries or writing about experiments with living organisms. Not a single close friend at the university did he have as he was an unapproachable cold-hearted bloke whose mind was, most of the time, on the clouds. Very few memories of his academic life were worthy of remembering, most of them were blurred.

His family lived in the countryside, almost five-hundred kilometres away, owned a vast amount of crop fields, several farm animals and eighteen log cabins that rented. They were known to be a typical fuddy-duddy familiar group like those from the 20th C, did not pretend to become rich or making an unnecessary endeavour to get a better future for them.

Mark was an exceptional member of the Miller family, he had no intention to spend the rest of his miserable life in a stinky ranch immersed into boredom, that is to say, interacting with animals and plants, something he always did. On the contrary, studying nature from a scientific perspective was a wondrous way to understand reality, no magical explanations were necessary to comprehend how things worked; the beauty and complexity of everything could be easily explained by means of marvellous scientific theories and natural laws. He considered himself a science fanboy. Richard Dawkins’ books had opened his eyes to enter a new interesting unknown world where everything made sense and the access to primordial knowledge was far and wide.

When he was a child, used to write and draw a lot, animation films were his main inspiration sources to express his feelings towards flora and fauna. As he had never had siblings, was forced to create an imaginary friend with whom could play what he liked most. His dearest companion was a little anthropomorphic gryphon that always wore a yellowish tunic and a feathered white hat. He was cute, affable, optimistic, kind, sweet, sensible, chatty and hilarious. That beautiful mythical creature had filled a ginormous hole of emptiness that made him feel despondent for a long time, nobody on earth had made him so cheerful than him, it was the perfect company for an unsociable boy whose parents and neighbours ignored.

Jake had emerald eyes, a pointy beak, a singular tuft like that of a cockatoo, donkey ears, white feathers, light-brown scaly arms, blunt nails, a short tail, lion legs and sensitive black paws. He loved walking long distances, dancing ballet, writing poems and singing songs about amity. He was a clear illustration of gladness and freedom, did not need luxury stuff to be happy, just space and time to go around.

Subsequent to several years, Jake had to be set aside for his own good. When Mark became an impulsive adolescent, there was no longer need to keep playing with him. New hobbies he discovered to be entertained, fantasy videogames became his addiction at the extent of recognising himself as a hardened gamer. By sending him back to his dark unconsciousness, he remained silent for the rest of his life, trapped in a gloomy site where could do nothing. Mark had a normal life like the rest of the dwellers, so focused he was on his desires that spent the following years thinking about what to do as an independent adult.

Leaving school was a tremendous relief, being apart from his dull cocky teachers and his dim-witted haughty classmates who did not give a jot about him. At university, a spot that tickled his fancy, he had the great opportunity to study something he was interested in, though he had to work part-time in a shoe shop to pay the fees; his parents only paid the rented flat he lived in.

His home was not a lavish castle, but it was the only affordable place in the whole city. The walls and the roof were light-grey, the only metal fan had two bright light bulbs in the middle, the floor was decorated with smooth flowery ceramics, the oak furniture was luminous, the kitchenette did not have much space to cook, the bathroom was quite small, there was only one large window adorned with orange curtains, the wardrobe was two-metres and had spare space to keep his attire, the plastic table and the two chairs were the place where he sat to peruse his printed books and surf the net with his laptop when research was needed, the single bed had a soft mattress and it was covered with light-blue sheets, the comfortable white pillow was awash with swan feathers, the bedside table had a small lamp, the three drawers had books, notebooks, magazines, sheets of paper, a tin can with pens, pencils and rulers, a box of condoms and tiny lubricant bottles useful when the unstoppable arousal dominated him, forcing him to resort to self-stimulation.

Having a girlfriend was not part of his plans; it was an optional choice. As he was not a very fanciable guy, the odds were that he would remain single for the rest of his life, with no hope of finding the perfect partner many young men dreamt about. Virginity did not represent a major problem for him, although he always wondered how a real sex scene would be like. The curiosity to know how a sexual act felt was often present in his mind, even though he was not a lecherous person. Watching porn on the net was something he did not enjoy doing, instead of that, he preferred to watch documentaries that showed animals mating.

He rejected meat, alcoholic drinks, cigarettes and hard drugs, something most students of his age consumed with frequency. Going to a party to meet a girl to have sex with was not an easy task for someone like him, especially someone who felt very unsure about his own sexual orientation. In regard to the way of expressing his feelings, he was a disaster, did not even know how to make a pick-up line. By no means was he going to get a lover if maintained that reticent attitude.

At nine o’clock, he arrived home, tired and hot as usual, sat on the bed, took his black shoes and socks off, changed his clothes, put a white t-shirt and a blue pair of trousers on, took his mobile phone and started to play “Hopping penguin”, a childish game quite easy and entertaining. As it was Saturday, he did not wish to cook anything. Weariness was so powerful that prodded him to relax the rest of the night on his bed. Before midnight, he began to feel drowsy, fell asleep with the lights on.

A familiar angelic voice resounded, his eyes he opened slowly and saw an unusual combination of bird and feline sitting in front of him. The most noticeable features were his lovely sparkling eyes and his pointed protruding feathers on his brow. The most beautiful grin ever seen convinced him that was his old friend from the past, with the only difference that now was adult. He was almost two-metres twenty tall, his arms were long, his chest was brawny, his shoulders were broad, his belly was flat, his legs were fibrous, his hands and feet were big, his wings were enormous and his phizog was as charming as always. No words did he have to describe what had in front, thunderstruck he remained for a while, incapable of pronouncing a single word.

“Jake? Is that you?” —he touched his body to find out if he was real or just an illusion.

“Hello, my dear friend,” he said with a delightful smile. “Long time to see you.”

“I can’t believe this!” he was too flabbergasted to speak clearly. “I thought you were… dead.”

“Dead?” he laughed. “I was absent for a while.”

“I’m really glad to see you again, my friend. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“So did I.”

He embraced his friend as if he were a stuffed animal like those he had when was a little child. Jake was the most valuable thing in his life, his raison d’être, even after all the years passed. He was, in certain way, the ideal pet that he never had. Every time he observed birds on his books, it brought back reminiscences about his adventures with him in the other dimension, in the one they played all day long. Their platonic relationship was too special to be described with common words. He never considered it strange in any way.

“I think I owe you an apology,” he added with pure frankness. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

“It was inevitable. That sort of things happens.”

“I felt I was too old to be playing with you, that’s why I abandoned you.”

“I still love you,” he expressed himself with fullness. “I always loved you and I’ll always love you.”

“I don’t know why, but this feels too real to be a dream,” he looked around to see where he was. The instant he realised that was in his bedroom, nothing odd he felt. “Am I dreaming, right?” he was in doubt.

“How could I know that?” he shrugged his shoulders. “You never distinguish between dreams and reality.”

“That sounds cray cray.’

“But it’s true.”

“I just can’t believe how huge you are. What the heck happened to you?”

“I grew up.”

“I always thought you were a beautiful creature,” he admitted. “Cryptids are so weird and pretty at the same time.”

Birds had been present in the world since 150 million years and mammals since 200 million years. Jake was a mixture of both, his anatomical features revealed a queer mishmash of a big wild feline and an unidentified type of bird with reptilian vestigial structures such as the scales on his front arms and the underdeveloped teeth inside the beak. The ears and the wings made no sense taking into consideration it was outside the comprehension of evolutionary process. In accordance with Lamarck’s ideas, the front legs had adapted to be able to fly, the use given shaped them into wings, which took aeons to develop thoroughgoing. The size was related to the body mass, the heavier the creature was, the bigger the wings had to be. The gryphon was over two-hundred kilograms, flying like a bird represented a tremendous exertion for him, even having gargantuan wings.

“I take after my creator,” he winked at him with an innocent glance and touched his nose with his index finger.

“I’m just an average chap,’ he considered himself the salt of the earth, not knowing how special he actually was.

“Not for me.”

“By the way, where’s your lovely hat?”

“I don’t use it anymore. I like my hairdo,” he touched his clump of feathers with his right hand. “Don’t you?”

“You’re perfect as you are,” he touched his face and stroked his cheeks tenderly, pleased to have him so close. Each caress given made the gryphon feel gladder.

“I wish I had spent more time with you. You gave my life purpose.”

“Your wings are really huge,” he had a quick look at them. “Can you fly?”

“Of course I can.”

“Maybe you can take me with you some time. I’d love to fly with you.”

“Sure.”

He continued touching his feathered neck, explored each singular detail of his upper part, then stopped at the torso to admire his bulky pectorals, they were bigger than should be. With his eyes and hands, he studied and analysed the animal’s anatomy. Impossible was to halt admiring such beauty. The old tunic covered half of his body. It was a hindrance that limited the deep examination.

“I always wondered why you needed to wear clothes.”

“The same reason why you wear yours.”

“Animals don’t need to wear clothes.”

“Aren’t you an animal?”

The question seemed to be a bit awkward at the beginning. From a biological standpoint, humans were also animals. The only distinction was that they had evolved in a different way. Nevertheless, they shared many characteristics from their savage ancestors and current relatives. Humans had developed their brains in such a way that had acquired the use of reason, the capacity to speak complex languages, the faculty to think critically, the skills to adapt the environment according to their necessities, the abilities to play extreme sports, the creativity to make the most stunning pieces of art, the desire to invent lethal weapons capable of decimating the planet, the resourcefulness to use technological tools to measure and calculate incommensurable proportions and distances, the need to construct all types of philosophical explanations to give reality a concrete significance. It was true that Homo sapiens had changed a lot since its first appearance during the Quaternary, its inner spirit remained unaffected though. Animal instinct was present in all modern humans, in some was more recognisable than in others.

“I am,” he asserted, “but not like you.”

“We have many things in common,” he reminded him. “We share history, feelings, emotions, magical moments.”

“I never told anybody about you. I thought it was better to keep our friendship secret from the rest.”

“Some things have to remain secret.”

“Can you show me your tail?” he asked him with politeness. “I want to see it.”

“By all means!” he showed him his long tail.

“It was much shorter when you were a chick. I can’t believe how long it became,” he touched the tail from the coccyx to the fuzzy tip. “Do you use it for something?’

“It’s prehensile,” he curled it around his neck to touch his nape. Mark felt goose-bumps when he touched the back part of his neck. It was a sensitive area that made him shiver when chilly breeze got him. “I express my emotions with it.”

“Like a cat?”

“Maybe.”

Gryphons used their tails to express what they felt. Moving the tail quickly expressed anxiety, moving it slowly expressed sexual desire, moving it up and down expressed discomfort, moving it from one side to the other expressed anger, curled like an interrogation mark expressed melancholy, in straight shape it expressed indifference, betwixt the legs it expressed regret, pointing up it expressed fear.

“Can you show me your paws?”

“Oh, dear!” his face changed all of a sudden, it changed from happy to worried. “What are you up to?” he looked askance at him.

“I always liked touching your paws. It tickled you. You loved it.”

“That was in the past, my friend.”

“Don’t you like it anymore?”

“I… I can’t tell you…” he did not know how to tell him the truth. “It’s a personal thing.”

“Oh, come on, Jake!” he thought he was feigning uneasiness. “You know very well I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t.”

“Why do you deny then?”

“It makes me feel… weird.”

“Show me your feet,” he insisted.

“Mark, wait!” he besought him. “That may not be a good idea.”

“Are you afraid of something?” he was sure he was pretending to be upset. “Give me a feather.”

The gryphon plucked one of the loose feathers from his right wing and gave it to him. He did not know what the young man was planning to do with it.

“It’s been ages since I don’t do this,” —he took his right foot and started to rub his paw with the feather in a desperate attempt to make him laugh.

“Mark, no!” he entreated him. “Please, don’t do that!”

“Relax! Everything’s fine.”

“Stop!”

“I’m not going to stop till I see you laughing like you did when you were a chick.”

“You don’t understand…, that works no more.”

“Oh, it will.”

The gryphon began to breathe deeply, trying to dissimulate his actual sensation, with his head backwards, his eyes closed, his claws stuck on the mattress, his wings steady and his tail uneasy. Moaning was the next thing he did as though was enjoying the feeling. Mark took no notice of his outlandish reaction and went on with the amusing game. The right foot showed its retractable nails every time he moved the feather from up to down. Both legs trembled persistently.

“I think someone’s starting to like it,” he said with a suspicious smile.

He took the left foot and did the same thing, both paws he rubbed and touched with doggedness. What he wished was to see him cheerful again.

“That’s my weak spot,” he murmured.

“You loved it, Jake. Don’t you remember?”

“I know… I know…”

Pawing him was not his intention; Jake knew it. His friend was just playing with him to see how far he could get. What had been the most pleasant caress when he was a chick, now was a successful way to get off on. The moving feather enticed him to leave his body undertake the following action, something unavoidable owing to the constant friction. His upper and lower muscles contracted.

“Why don’t you laugh?”

The gryphon opened his eyes and gaped at him again, but this time in a lascivious way. Mark was astounded to see that mysterious glance. He was feeling something completely different from what used to feel. Touching a chick’s paws and touching an adult gryphon’s paws did not have the same result.

“Jake?”

“Now it’s too late to stop, my dear,” he added. “It’s already getting hard.”

“What’s getting hard?”

“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. You also enjoy foot fetish.”

“How do you know that?” he looked at him with surprise.

“I know everything.”

“Where did you learn that word?”

“I’ve been in your mind for a long time. I know all your innermost secrets, even the nasty ones,” he replied beaming.

“I highly doubt it,” he denied believing that. There was no way his imaginary friend, who had been absent for so many years, knew how he turned on.

“Are you going to go on with this?”

Before he answered the question, noticed something pointed behind the tunic. Just betwixt his legs, a firm stick appeared. Unaware of the effective stimulation method, he touched the thing with his right hand to check if it was real. No sooner he found out the truth than stopped rubbing his paws. It was an uncomfortable situation in which he did not want to get involved.

“Sorry, I didn’t know…” he left the feather on the bed. “It wasn’t my intention…”

“Oh, don’t worry!” he told him. “No need to apologise.”

“I didn’t know you had… that.”

“All animals have.”

As a matter of fact, bird-like creatures were supposed to possess a vent from whence expelled the waste matter regardless of the grub ingested. In the case of a gryphon, the feline half maintained its mammalian attributes; therefore, genitals were external. On the other hand, females did lay fertilised eggs like other oviparous animals; their altricial offspring were able to hatch thanks to an incubation process that lasted three weeks. Both males and females were in charge of keeping the eggs warm during the aforementioned period of time. It took several days for a chick to develop feathers.

“I feel so ashamed,” he could not look at him in the eyes. It was a gaffe he regretted having made.

“Now you’ve discovered my male protuberance, you know why rubbing my paws is not a good idea.”

“I knew you were male, what I didn’t know was that you had genitals,” he confessed. “What kind of imaginary friend has genitals?”

“You created me that way.”

“Why would I give you genitals?”

“The answer to that question is too obvious,” he chuckled.

“Gosh! I’m a fucking pervert…,” he mumbled with his hands on his head.

“It’s not your fault, your mind controls you,” he tried to appease him so that he did not feel culprit. “Now you know my secret, I guess you’re going to have a gander at it.”

“I don’t know, Jake. That wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable touching your intimate parts.”

“There’s always been an intimate connection between us. Now it’s your time to see how far we can go.”

“Animal abuse is something I always despised.”

“It’s not abuse if you have my consent.”

“Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“You have touched my body so many times. This was going to happen sooner or later.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Friends are always exploring new things together, that’s how they reinforce their amity,” he repeated a phrase that had said a long time ago. “Besides, nobody’s watching us right now. What’s the problem?”

“I’m not that kind of person…” he tried to express sincerity the clearest way possible. “I like girls.”

“You haven’t touched a girl in your whole life,” he giggled.

“That doesn’t mean I’m gay.”

“I never said you were gay.”

“Look, this has gone too far already. Let’s forget the little accident and keep talking about another topic.”

“Mark, don’t make me do it myself,” he warned him about his imminent reaction. “You’ve been in love with me since you met me in the first encounter. Now it’s the right moment to see how special our bond is.”

“You didn’t want me to touch your paws and now you’re asking me to touch your genitals? What’s wrong with you?”

“I was playing the fool. I knew you were going to go on.”

“Is it so hard for you to ignore this?”

“If I turned you on and then stopped, you wouldn’t like it either.”

“I should’ve created a female for you,” he sighed with dejection.

“You created a male cos that was what you wanted.”

“Okay, I’ll touch you as long as you don’t spurt on my face.”

“Is that a big deal? You inseminated horses before.”

“I was doing my job.”

“You know perfectly how this works.”

The gryphon took his tunic off and showed him his genitals, prepared he was to be examined. Mark almost got shocked when saw the exposed masculinity before his eyes. Jake was a drop-dead gorgeous well-endowed alpha male. His twenty-eight centimetres long and five centimetres thick phallus was light pink, had a swollen pointy glans with a spiky corona, a rather narrow urethra, a sensitive spongy body with hardly visible protruding veins and a short shaft that protected the member when it was inside. Below the penile appendage, nigh on as big as two ostrich eggs, the testicles remained steady within the thick scrotums. His genitalia were a clear example of majestic anatomical beauty, a well-developed set of sex organs many men desired to have. Keyed up was the young man to inspect his best friends’ private parts in person. He felt his own genitals were pitiful in comparison with the gryphon’s package. His thin seventeen centimetres penis was a disgrace. Somehow, watching the fabulous animal’s external organs made him feel anxious and frantic at the same time. He was also feeling the arousal his friend had just experienced, just refused to recognise the titillation. That was a crucial time in his life when no turning point was available. He had to do something that did not like.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he squinted at him, got close a little more and used his hands to pat the erect member.

“Too late to regret, my friend.”

“It’s soft,” he realised that touching his warm serpent was not unpleasant at all.

“This feels good,” —he was moving his tail in an unhurried way. “Go on, please!”

Mark’s naughty hands explored from the base to the bellend, drawing abstract figures with his slender fingers. The direct contact with the grand amount of nerves on the area produced a profound sensation of pleasure in the gryphon’s body, now with the bill open to groan. The delicious genital massage was, in fact, a magnificent way of calming him down. Both hands fondled the groin, the shaft, the member, the testes and the perineum in an unorganised and provocative manner.

“I think that was enough,” —he stopped touching him.

“You’ve just started. The best part hasn’t come yet.”

“I’m not going to do that. It’s disgusting.”

“You can’t do this to me. What kind of friend are you?”

“I did what you asked me. Aren’t you happy?”

“I won’t be happy till I’m completely satisfied,” he begged him to continue. “Finish what you started.”

“I don’t want you to cum all over me.”

“Well, perhaps you could use something to keep my juice away from you.”

“I don’t really think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on, Mark! You do your part now and I’ll do my part later.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You take my jizz out and I’ll give you head,” he proposed him as a persuading mode to continue with the fantastic scene. “I warn you I’m very good with my tongue.”

“Would you do that?” he was dumbfounded.

“Of course I would. You’re my best friend,” he licked his neck trying to show him how good at licking he was.

“I think I can deal with this.”

He got an empty tin, checked the drawer to take a condom and a lubricant bottle. They were going to be helpful for making the gryphon ejaculate in a secure way, what avoided a possible terrific disaster.

“Ready yet?”

“By the size of your balls I’m sure you’ll fill this condom up in no time so I’m going to take the sperm out to put it on the tin after each time you cum. It’s the only way to keep my bed clean.”

“You’re a genius.”

Being geared to commence the insemination procedure, Mark lubricated Jake’s member and spread the condom as much as he could. The sheath was long enough to keep his member within the rubber bag. All the sperm emitted was going to end in the tip.

“I always wear a condom when I jerk off. It feels better,” he affirmed. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“You can say that again!”

Jake extended his arms to stick his claws on the mattress, spread his legs, let his tail firm, kept his wings folded, raised his beak and waited to be masturbated. As soon as Mark started jacking him off, he felt very excited, had a deep breath and kept moaning for the following minutes.

“How does it feel?” —he asked him, in the middle of the sensational handjob.

“Incredible!”

His working hands were fast and agile, gave him tons of satisfaction. Each movement was very well premeditated. The jolt of pleasure was beyond words. The gryphon was in rapture, hornier than ever, he enjoyed the situation as deserved. The seed to be shot was on its way. The faster his friend masturbated him, the more he liked.

“Oh, yeah! You’re doing a great job. I’m almost there.”

Precum had already flooded the sheath tip. The now moist urethra was ready to have the gonad fluids released along with the prostate gland contractions, the seminal vesicles and the vas deferens. The fun he was having was excessive. Only through an amazing inseminating session could he squirt like an equine beast. His friend was doing everything possible to make him ejaculate all at once.

“I can’t keep on resisting. I’m about to cum.”

“Show me what you can do.”

“Oh, dear!” he moaned like a female on heat. “It’s coming.”

He had to hold the rigid member tightly in order to control the strong contractions that made the gryphon lost his mind. The whiffy spunk finally appeared. The condom tip soon became an inflated white balloon. The sexual Nirvana lasted almost twenty seconds, much more than expected. Jake felt an enormous relief after having expelled the semen. Grateful he was to have Mark by his side.

“That was a breathtaking unloading!” he was out of puff. “I can’t believe I came so soon.”

“You never cease to amaze me. Now I know how to gladden you.”

“Phew! I was starting to feel overladen,” he said looking at the amount of sperm ejaculated. “It was a good idea after all.”

“I guess you liked it.”

“You’re a real star, my friend,” he licked his face, leaving him full of dribble.

“Don’t do that,” he asked him and raised his right arm to keep him at bay. “You’re not a dog.”

“It’s a signal of respect.”

“I must admit it wasn’t that bad. I thought you were going to go mad.”

“Now you know how easy it is, I suppose you’re going to go on.”

“I need to take the sperm out first.”

He took the condom, put all the sperm on the tin and spread it back on the gryphon’s member to carry on milking.

“Maybe you can try another technique now.”

Something noteworthy, for not saying miraculous, was that the gryphon did not have a refractory period after the ejaculation row, his dick remained hard as in the beginning of the erection, prepared to go for more.

“Can you teach me?”

“Certainly,” he affirmed with gaiety and showed him what he could do to make him cum again.

Rubbing the small spikes located on the laterals of the glans was a very good way of producing sexual pleasure. The corona was exceedingly sensitive, any soft movement on it could make the prostate gland squeezed its fluids out in few minutes. Mark was more than willing to do him the favour. It was a way of showing him how much he loved him. With his thumbs, not the other fingers, he polished the fleshy thorns numerous times maintaining a steady rhythm. All the deliberate movements, under the proper guidance, produced deep moans, giving the gryphon a superb feeling that wished to have felt since yonks.

“How is it?”

“Jizztastic!” he recognised. “Those spikes are getting harder than before,’ he considered them the nipples that did not have.

“If I had a cock like you, I could fuck anybody.”

“You don’t need to have a massive dick to give pleasure.”

“I hope you’re not planning to put this thing in my arse.”

“You need to acquire some experience first,” he told him. “Anal sex is not for anybody, it’s very painful.”

“Fags do it all the time.”

“The real fags are the ones who are scared to be sodomised.”

“Yours is too big for me.”

“I’m sure it fits.”

“I always asked myself how it would feel to be—”

“Coming!”

Jake reached the second climax, ejaculated ten times and filled the tip up. Mark removed the condom to put the sperm in the tin and spread it on his member once more.

“You did it again,” he seemed a tad flummoxed. “How many times can you cum in a session?”

“Eight rows.”

“More than me,” he felt impotent for a moment, green with envy he was by not having the same luck his friend had, he could barely get five rows in a day.

“Now I want you to give me a good rubbing with your feet.”

“With my feet?” he was bemused to hear that. “Do you like that kinky stuff?”

“You’re skilful with them.”

“I guess there’s nothing wrong with it.”

The young man, now with his hands extended on the mattress, used his feet to give the gryphon an exquisite footjob, one that would make him shoot in a blink of an eye. Somewhat weird Mark felt at the beginning as it was the first time he used his feet to give pleasure. The action itself was not as bad as he imagined, it was much easier than it looked. His ten short toes, his sole, his instep, his arch and his heel tugged, pinched, fondled and stroked the rigid member with daintiness, moving to and fro, with no intention to halt. It was simply another form of masturbation. The get-up-and-go made him the perfect candidate to carry out the undemanding task.

“What were you going to say before I interrupted you, sweetheart?” he asked, resorting to his gracious tone.

“To be penetrated from behind. It’s something frowned on in many cultures. I assume most of its bad reputation comes from prejudiced minds.”

“I can assure you it’s a very normal practice, like many others. It’s worth trying.”

“Do you think we could try it sometime?”

“Perhaps in our next encounter,” he already bore in mind all the activities that could do with him in the following meetings. “I’ll let you stimulate my G-spot with your dick.”

“Do you think it’ll work? You’re much bigger than me,” he thought it was not possible for a sixty-seven kilograms human of his kind to give the gryphon an effective anal stimulation using his minuscule member. The difference in size was colossal.

“Of course it will.”

The eager feet, nimble as Jake expected, went on exploring the boner, moving the short toes backwards and forwards with slow and fast strokes that facilitated the upcoming enjoyment blast. What bore a close resemblance to some type of sadistic torture procedure was, for the gryphon, another ideal dream come true. His sighs accompanied by deep moans meant only one thing: the third time was on its way. The seeming torment with feet made him realise how much fun he could have in so little time.

“Ah, Mark, I’m close to…”

“Just relax and let it go.”

“I can’t hold off anyway…”

The third shot was almost as passionate as the second one, with a less amount of sperm. Jake felt aroused by the pressure of the feet against his reproductive organ. In no way could he feel more pleased with the outcome. It was high time to change the tactic.

“Well, I think we can change positions. I need to flap my wings a little bit.”

“Let me take the sperm out first,” he reminded him.

“As you wish.”

Once the sperm was taken away and the condom was spread back on the same place, Jake stood up, opened his majestic wings, unleashed his animal beauty, tossed the loose feathers all over the floor and stayed still, pointing at his friend with his lovely flesh harpoon. Infatuated with the sexy gryphon’s maleness, Mark knelt down on the side of the bed, approached him to stroke his member with the right hand and massage the testicles with the left hand. That phenomenal combination was an excellent technique to cheer him up.

“You’re faster than I thought,” he laughed. “I hope you like doing it this way.”

“As long as you like it, it’ll be okay for me.”

Without losing more time, he began to jerk him off with sluggish movements, providing as much satisfaction as he was able to give. Ignoring the fact that he was enjoying the direct contact with another male, thought how many guys did the same thing in private. Even in the 21th C, many young men had to keep their boyfriends away from their families inasmuch as violent homophobes were everywhere. He wished to live that dream in the real world, having the possibility to whoop it up with his best friend every single day of the year. Not awake to the chances of falling for him, he believed they were going to keep feeling the same thing all the time, when in fact, every minute passed strengthened their confidence a bit more. The heavy reliance established in the past was now a matter of personal bonding. As he had never had a close friend, did not know that falling in love was, in most cases, inevitable. Falling in love with a creature that did not even exist was absolutely ludicrous, not impossible though.

“You’re so good at this…,” he moaned one more time, aroused with the cherished service offered, and scratched his thorax with his nails. He was so fretful that could not remain quiet. His tail was still moving slowly on the floor, living the intensity of the imminent orgasmic culmination.

“I’ll take that as a challenge to see how much you can last. Ready to speed up?”

“I was born ready.”

Mark chose to make a bigger effort, almost got fraught to achieve the objective: make him shoot another time. His hands moved swifter than before, taking care of making no mistake, transmitted him all his love through body contact. The gryphon was not able to resist before the temptation, he soon let himself be carried away by his animal instinct, succumbed in the best moment, chucking his seed for the fourth time. Breathless he ended up.

“You have no idea how much I enjoy doing this.”

“You will end exhausted,” —he took the condom out, put the sperm in the tin and then spread it on his member. “Perhaps you want to have a nap after the show.”

“Sleeping by your side is my heart’s desire,” he crouched down and grazed his neck and chest with his beak. He was itching for a moment of tranquillity and appreciation. It was a pause before the next scene.

Mark sat on the bed, touched his tuft and caressed his feathers, moving his hands throughout the head and then focused on the sides of the neck. No intention had he to pluck any of them, the loose ones fell down just by rubbing them. He supposed his friend was in the moulting season since he was shedding many feathers. Anyhow, he had plenty of them so was not going to finish up bare. The young man was nuts about touching his best friend’s body, each caress given made him believe that good-looking creature could have been an ideal mollycoddling pet if he had been born in the real world. Unbelievable as it seemed, that was an inexpressible scene in which both of them wanted to stay forever. No desire they had to separate, no need they had to stop loving each other, the mutual enchantment was what really mattered. Jake had a heart of gold, still looking like an aggressive predator, incapable he was of hurting his friend who gave him all he needed. Even after having let him abandoned like a dog in a murky street, he respected him a lot, put aside that horrible thing he had done as it had not been deliberate.

“You’re so beautiful,” he asserted smiling at him whilst contemplated his prettiness from his bed. “I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have you with me.”

“So are you, my friend,” he replied.

“If I was beautiful, a girl ought to have already lost her heart to me.”

“The fact that nobody loves you doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be loved,” he confessed with naturalness. “Beauty is everywhere, but not everyone is able to see it.”

“I would love to be with you the rest of my life,” he kissed him in the beak and touched his cheeks one more time.

“I would love that too.”

“I felt insecure at the beginning, but I feel great now,” he admitted with all his heart. “I really needed to see you again.”

“Why don’t you show me your love with another round?”

“Are you ready for more?”

“You tell me,” he stood up and showed him his hard member.

“Come here,” he beckoned him so that he settled down on the bed.

Jake sat on the bed; Mark took his legs, with a long feather in each hand rubbed his paws, and with his own feet, stroked his member the same way he had done it before. The new mixture of techniques set the gryphon on fire in few seconds. A flame of passion let him saturated for the following minutes, having no other choice but moaning like a ponce. The red-hot arousal made him bellow. The human’s feet rubbed his jizzbags with the heels whilst the toes were in charge of fondling the dick. The prowess to masturbate was perceived as a good sign of a potential successful sexual life.

“Oh, Mark, this is so good…” he whispered whilst breathing with difficulty. “I feel I am in heaven right now.”

“If heaven existed, it would be a place beset with gryphons like you,” he made a joke as he was an atheist who believed neither in hell nor in heaven, unlike his religious family who swallowed the preposterous lies created by the Romans in the 4th C, camouflaged at present time as Christianity.

“I can resist no longer…”

“You know what you have to do.”

“I’m about to…”

He released the fifth cumshot and filled the condom tip, which was removed immediately to take the sperm out and then spread back over the member. That dangerous sword could have wreaked havoc on the bedroom without its proper sheath.

“You had a very good idea,” he spoke in a slow exaggerating mode. “Using all your extremities to give me pleasure was brilliant.”

“Maybe you should change position next time.”

“What’s your plan this time?”

“You lie down and I’ll sit before you.”

Agreed with the recent idea, Jake leaned his head on the pillow, extended his large body over the bed, keeping his wings folded, whilst his friend sat in front of him, in the midst of his open legs. His balls were the first thing he touched, drew circles with his fingers, then stroked his thighs in a way he had not imagined.

“I think someone likes my nuts.”

“Do you think so?” he followed the statement. “I wonder who could be the lucky one.”

“You really know how to treat them.”

“I’ll give you a good massage before you cum.”

“That idea I like.”

In the past Mark considered himself a square peg in a round hole at the time of giving delight, now he was showing a very good fulfilment in his performance despite the lack of experience. He knew a lot about anatomy, used the amount of knowledge acquired to focus on sensitive parts, those that made Jake tremble every time he touched them. The testicular massage was the first part of an outstanding handjob experiment where no discontinuation was viable until having finished the climax. The pleasure explosion subsided fast.

“You have a juicy dick, but your balls are dry,” he realised. “I’ll give you some more lube,” he put more lubricant on his testicles to increase the striking sensations.

“I couldn’t feel better,” he sighed.

“I’m sure you could.”

“Well, yeah, maybe I might…” he agreed, thinking about something better than that. “I could be in a ménage à trois right now. That would be the highest degree of satisfaction.”

“Participate in a threesome is better than this?”

“Much better indeed!” he emphasized. “You can be stimulated from both sides: front and back. Nobody can ever describe with words how glorious that is.”

“Do you think we could ever try that?”

“Certainly,” he affirmed with glee. “Just let me find an appropriate partaker.”

Mark left the balls alone and changed his target to begin jerking off once more. Using both hands, he undertook the masturbation by pressing the member upwards and downwards with every rapid movement. The continuous stimulus was what made Jake pant and shake with enthusiasm. By the time the young man started to enjoy the action, the gryphon felt the inevitable contractions that made him shoot his seed. The sixth time came sooner than wished. The amount of sperm expelled was insignificant in relation to the first shots, the pleasure felt was the same though.

“I was expecting more endurance from your part, Jake.”

“I was too horny I guess.”

The condom was removed and the fluids were put on the tin again. Mark noticed the tin can was almost full with all the semen ejaculated. It had a deep odour that could be perceived from a long distance. Spattered on a tree, the fresh sperm was used to mark territory or attract curious females.

“I have never seen you so excited like today. You do like being stimulated.”

“Who doesn’t?”

He spread the condom on his member to go for the following round. In a few minutes, the session was going to be completed.

“I want a ride.”

Jake leaned his knees and elbows on the bed, lowered his head and his tail, kept the wings folded; his friend, now playing a hero on his back, took his member with his hands from his position and started to jack him off. The gryphon moved his hip every three seconds to explore another form of excitement whilst having his member polished. What seemed to be a wild riding show was, in reality, a different way of exploring new senses of relief. Having a human on his back masturbating him was not only pleasing but also extraordinary.

“It’s hard to maintain balance if you judder all the time.”

“I’m quivering to gain more enjoyment,” he was mooning over his friend Tom, another handsome gryphon of his age, imagined he was penetrating him from behind.

“How does it feel?”

“I can’t complain.”

“Will you cum soon?”

“I’m completely sure I will.”

Mark was concentrated on his task, the gryphon’s moans went unheeded, he tried to see how much time could spend over his back without falling down. What was a diverting game for him was a startling experience for his friend, one that desired to try over and over again.

“I’m starting to get dizzy,” he whined.

“I’m almost there,” he informed him. “Gimme a second.”

“Hurry up!”           

The gryphon was not able to resist more, he shot for the seventh time and stayed still in order that his rider could get off from him and remove the filled condom to put the sperm in the tin. Pooped out after all the effort made, Jake lay down to recover his breath.

“You okay big guy?” he asked him, sitting by his side. “You look tired.”

“I just need to rest a little,” he said to him. “One more round and we’re done.”

“Really?” he was taken aback. “So soon?”

“It’s been almost an hour since we’re having fun.”

“I was sure it was less,” he still looked nonplussed.

“Time flies when you’re having fun, my friend.”

“I guess so,” —he put the condom on his member.

“What do you want to do right now?” he asked him with a doubtful smile.

“I’ll try to see how much suffering you can bear before finishing.”

“You’re not planning to rub my spikes again, aren’t you?”

“You’re a lucky guesser.”

“Oh, no! Not again!”

The last round had to be epic so Mark settled down before him and began to rub the spikes and the bellend with his fingers. He did not touch anything else except the glans. With his palms, he rubbed the bellend one time after the other in an attempt to reach the limit. In the meantime, Jake was moaning and scratching his chest with his nails, anxious to arrive at the climax.

“Hot already?”

“You certainly haven’t got the faintest idea how nice this feels.”

“You’re taking it too seriously.”

“It’s too much for me to hold up.”

“Hang on a little more.”

The handjob was too demanding for the poor excited gryphon who could scarcely keep still on account of the impressive amount of electrifying sensations that put him on a spit, nearly fed up with the tough determination to make him conclude once and for all. The multifarious procedure was making him enjoy so much that he was feeling ready to empty his sperm supplies. As soon as the contractions appeared, the gryphon moaned for the last time and let his juices come out.

“You did it!”

“Ah, I’m finally done,” he sighed with relief. “Thank you!”

Mark took the condom out and put the sperm in the tin. Jake told him that he wanted to drink it.

“Do you really want to do that?” he was baffled to hear that.

“Give me the tin.”

The gryphon took the tin and drank all his fluids without saying a word. He did not find them disgusting at all.

“Yuck! How could you do that?”

“Now it’s your time to suffer,” he said and put the empty tin on the bedside table.

“Just don’t get frenzy,” he asked him as lay down on the bed.

At long last, when it was time to change places, Mark got butterflies in his stomach as he did not know what to expect from his salacious feathered friend. Jake took the clothes out, both the t-shirt and the pair of trousers, and grabbed the black underwear to remove it from his body with swiftness. No sooner he saw his friend’s hard dick than he pulled out his nippy tongue, a long pink dribbling tentacle, with the aim of initiating the divine fellatio. Agog with curiosity and exhilaration, he licked as fast as could, bathed his genitals with his spit in a flash, not able to stop until reached the end of the love session.

“Jake, slow down!” he begged him in order to hold the approaching shot. He wanted to enjoy a little before running out of semen. “You’re going too fast.”

“I can’t control myself,” he babbled with his tongue out.

As the oral sex practice was too quick, Mark writhed like a worm, too much pleasure to contain he was feeling, no way there was to avoid being invaded by the extreme excitation. His time to receive love had arrived, only he had to relax and enjoy the peaceful moment.

“Shit!” he groaned having no more option than giving up.

His genitals and his crotch were covered with the tasteless liquid released by the Cowper’s gland together with the gryphon’s saliva. It was much more natural lube than required to paw off. The never-ending torture convinced him that he was going to cum very soon.

“Jake!”

No matter how many times he asked him to slow down, the licking distress had to continue whether he liked it or not. He threw his gooey cream over his abdomen; the gryphon licked it quickly, not stopping to savour it. The refractory periods lasted much less than they used to last, his erection did not even have time to weaken as the moving tongue did not permit it. The following ejaculations were almost immediate, one after the other, making him feel the same thing his friend had felt before. The authentic sensation was much better than he could ever fantasise.

“Oh, fuck!”

Nothing was able to distract the wholehearted gryphon who was living one of the most exciting experiences of his life. Giving his best friend head was, far from imagined, the best way of expressing his gratitude after everything he had done for him. The only bad thing was that the human did not have the same endurance he had. Mark was done in less than ten minutes. Jake stopped when saw his penis did not respond to the stimulus any longer.

“I can’t believe… what I’ve just felt…”

“You’re much more sensitive than me. I couldn’t even enjoy it.”

“That was amazing, Jake,” he said while trying to recuperate his breath. “Can we do that again?”

“Whenever you want, my dear,” he licked his face.

“I feel really tired now.”

“Why don’t we sleep together?”

“Oh, I’d love it.”

The gryphon approached him, settled down on the bed, and hugged his friend to sleep by his side. His member had already got flaccid, it had had too much fun for the day, it was time to rest. In a little while, they closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Mark awakened all of a sudden and looked around. Nothing had changed since the time he had gone to sleep. His member was hard as a consequence of that beautiful dream he had had. It was difficult to believe such a wonderful experience had been just a simple hallucination. He knew his best friend was not real, but in his dreams everything seemed to be real.

He stood up, turned the lights off and returned to the bed to keep sleeping. The clock was marking 3 AM: it was too late to be awake and too early to get up. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in less than a minute. The good thing was that what he had seen in his mind was the commencement of a mystical journey towards the still unknown dimension where dreams came true.