He was having it. It was decided. That flashy rat faced little tease was going to get it good. All night he had been making eyes at him, brushing up against him, 'accidentally' dropping things and having to bend over to pick them up whilst directly in front of him. He wasn't a clumsy guy so he was obviously doing it on purpose. And what he did with the cherry was the last straw. Pinstripe Potoroo was having it, and Dingodile was the one to deliver. It was simply a statement of fact.
It was the end of the latest Grand Prix and the team were throwing a wild party to celebrate. The full moon illuminated the beach beautifully and the cocktails were flowing - the vibe was great. Pinstripe was mainly hanging out with the ladies of the Nitro Squad but every time Dingodile looked up from his Mai Tai, he seemed to be looking over. Even when he slid his arm around one of the girls, he caught him looking and the corners of his lips curled into a knowing smirk when their eyes met, like he knew precisely what he was doing. Dingodile scowled at him from across the beach and looked away. That damn potoroo having the audacity to try and wind him up... and what was even more infuriating was that he was succeeding. He would be sorry later.
Dingodile had always thought he was hot but never let his feelings be known. But over time, they had grown and now he was finding it hard to think of anything else.
The team partied until the first rays of the sun began to creep over the horizon then many of them trailed off. Pinstripe poured himself a Sex on the Beach, kicked off his shiny shoes and sat down on the sand to watch the sunrise with the ocean lapping at his feet.
"I'mma drink this then catch some z's," he declared in his thick New York accent as he looked around to see who was listening and was a little surprised that all the people he had been chatting with had gone.
He continued peering around until his beady eyes found Dingodile at the bar making a super strong whiskey cocktail. Dingodile felt his stare burning into the back of his head and swiftly turned around. By now, both were a little tipsy so Pinstripe's taunting was far more obvious: he plucked the cherry garnishing his drink and sucked the liquid off then licked any he missed by extending his tongue ever so slowly...
Dingodile hurriedly diverted his attentions back to his drink, not wanting to give him the satisfaction yet he could feel an erection pressing against his swim shorts. Damn that cheeky little gangster rat. He wasn't sure if it was visible or not and didn't want to look down to check but he was sure he heard Pinstripe's annoying trademark giggle. Well that answered his question.
It was a strange contrast between rage and lust - the fact that he was getting under his skin so much only intensified his depraved fantasies. He wanted to pin him down, rip off his fancy clothes and ravage his hot little ass until he squealed.
He took another big gulp and tried with all his might to think of something else... at least for the time being. There were still a few stragglers left on the beach but as soon as Pinstripe was alone, he would strike.
He gave him a taste of his own medicine (see how he liked being teased) and went to hang out with the remaining party-goers. Pinstripe clearly didn't like being ignored so he downed his drink, let out a loud humph and went back to his beach shack.
Dingodile gave him ten minutes, that along with ignoring him would hopefully convince him that his multiple and blatant come-ons had failed therefore lull him into a false sense of security.. He'd never know what hit him.
With a raging hard-on, he marched up to his nest and with one hard kick, booted the flimsy wooden door wide open.
Pinstripe instinctively let out a stunned shriek and froze, midway through unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.
"G'day mate," Dingodile gave a huge toothy grin, thrilled that he had caught him in such a compromising position.
Still frozen to the spot, Pinstripe was visibly shocked. He wasn't expecting a reaction and had no idea how to respond. It was no problem for Dingodile, he knew precisely what to do!
There was no time for pleasantries. His desires had been building all night and now, in this rustic wooden beach shack, they could all spew out.
Being so much larger than the slender Pinstripe, he overpowered him easily. Faster than the speed of light, he pounced, gripping his wrists and slamming him down on his back onto the mattress.
"Finally, I was thinkin' you'se gonna keep me waiting forever," Pinstripe smirked.
Dingodile flopped his huge tongue out and dragged it crudely across his face, leaving a slobbery trail over his fur. Pinstripe had no complaints and gripped the back of his head to anchor him for a hard passionate kiss. Despite being the smaller of the two, his strength was still a force to be reckoned with. Dingodile happily kissed him back, his hand wandering down to tear open his shirt in an explosion of buttons.
"Hey, watch the suit!" Pinstripe yelped.
"Shaddap," Dingodile snapped as he tore off his belt and pulled down his trousers to expose his tight boxers, white in colour and decorated in pink hearts with a poorly concealed hard-on lurking underneath. This cute little garment deserved special attention.
He took the waistband in his teeth whilst keeping his eyes locked onto Pinstripe's face to see his smile widen when he slowly peeled them off. Now the beast was unleashed. Pinstripe was giggling like a dizzy schoolgirl and nodded toward his cock, motioning for him to suck it. If it were not for that gesture, Dingodile would have gladly obliged but he did not appreciate him telling him what to do. Pinstripe was so used to being in charge but this time he wasn't going to call the shots.
He untied his shorts and slipped them off to spring out his own huge cock that had been bursting to get out all night. Straddling him, he positioned himself on his chest; in prime position to receive some pleasure himself.
He wondered if Pinstripe had ever been with a guy before. He had a reputation as a bit of a lady's man but judging by the way he expertly took his pulsing member into his mouth, it wasn't his first time.
He rolled his head back and his eyes drifted shut. It had been a while since he had had any action and Pinstripe's warm mouth felt exquisite. He ran his fingers through his immaculate jet black hair but the darkening of his brow told him that he didn't appreciate his do being messed up. Well, Dingodile didn't appreciate being antagonised, so gave him a cheeky grin and switched from loving smoothing to playful ruffling. He could glare at him all he wanted but with his mouth stuffed full of cock there was little he could do to vocalise his annoyance. Dingodile smiled down at his angry, beady eyes. He looked so adorable when he was mad and helpless, especially with his untidy hair. Winding him up was so easy and fun... that cheeky potoroo talked too much anyway.
Despite this, he was still doing a wonderful job of sucking. His rhythm was smooth, gliding up and down his big veiny cock and caressing the tip with his tongue. He was obviously very well practised in this skill, and was loving performing.
He stopped tormenting him and looked intently into his eyes:
"You are good," he said sincerely.
Pinstripe's expression turned to that of smugness - he had heard those words before.
Dingodile felt him shifting his hands around then felt his palms caressing his thighs but it took him by surprise when a forefinger violated his ass! Damn, now it was Pinstripe's turn to giggle at his eyes bulging and the squeal that escaped him. But after the initial shock, he relished the sensation of his sweet spot being vigorously massaged... Another skill Pinstripe excelled at, the dirty little fuck boy. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he was cumming and he couldn't have that! Not yet anyway. Perhaps it was time Pinstripe's cock got some love too.
