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The Fucking of Pinstripe Potoroo	By : PolterGlitch Category: +A through F > Crash Bandicoot Views: 984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Meanwhile, Dingodile was still on cloud nine when he got back from the beach after hanging out with his mates and gushing over Pinstripe. He had wanted to message him all afternoon but worried about coming on too strong – afterall they had just spent the weekend together. He wondered what he had been doing since he had dropped him back off at his airship. He would message him before he went to bed and send him a cheeky selfie. He slipped his comfy, colourful pyjamas and dressing gown on, put a large meat feast pizza in the oven and put his feet up on the sofa to watch cheesy action films on TV; everything he needed for a cosy night in alone. He was not expecting a knock on the door and was even more surprised when he saw Pinstripe.
“Hey mate, hows it going?” his face lit up as he gave him a hug.
“I'm good, I was just missing you'se,” Pinstripe breathed a sigh of relief that Dingodile was welcoming him.
He invited him in. His timing was perfect, the oven pinged. While Dingodile took the pizza out and sliced it, Pinstripe took off his shoes and made himself comfy on the sofa. Already, he felt more relaxed just by being in his presence. He didn't want to fuck; his ass was sore, internally and externally, and he was still mentally traumatised from his encounter with N Tropy. Pizza, bad TV and cuddles sounded perfect. He hadn't fully thought through what he was going to say to Dingodile but he knew he deserved to know the truth. He was sure he would spot the hand prints on his ass when they inevitably got naked anyway.
Dingodile came back from the kitchen and put the pizza down on the coffee table in front of them and handed Pinstripe a drink.
“Here you go mate,” he leaned in to give him a kiss.
Just for a second, Pinstripe flinched, having flashbacks of N Tropy lunging at him less than an hour before, plus his cheek was still stinging from the slap. He composed himself in less than a moment but nothing got past Dingodile.
“Whats the matter baby?” he asked anxiously.
Pinstripe decided to confess all and pray that he understood:
“N Tropy, he came around earlier. He wanted a fuck. I told him no but he got nasty.”
He felt himself welling up and put his head down. Dingodile put his arms around him and squeezed him tightly, “Did he hurt you? I'll roast him.”
Pinstripe returned the hug, loving that he was so protective over him.
“He threatened me. Said he'd take me to the lab and do all sorts if I don't do exactly what he says so I let him touch me. I'm so sorry.”
“Its OK mate, it sounds like you didn't have much of a choice. Well you can stay here as long as you like, no worries, it would be a pleasure to have you,” Dingodile said, knowing that N Tropy was the type of person who would make good of his threats. He couldn't stand the thought of a mad scientist like that abusing his precious Pinstripe. There were plenty of things he could do to him and neither of them were in a position to defend themselves against him, even with their flamethrower and tommy gun. He understood now why he had kicked off and got so drunk when he had brought him up at the hotel.
“Thanks. You're too good to me,” Pinstripe said before gifting him a slow, passionate kiss.
He soon changed his mind about not wanting sex when his lips were against his. There was something about Dingodile that drove him crazy. The fur on the back of his neck was standing up, as was his cock.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Love you too mate,” Dingodile smiled feeling his own erection pressing against his pyjama pants.
Pinstripe had that effect on him too. They soon forgot all about the pizza as Pinstripe manouvered his kisses down his body and tugged at his bottoms.
“Lie down,” he instructed him.
Dingodile did as he was told and lay back on the sofa, allowing Pinstripe to pull off his clothes. He lovingly ran his fingers through his hair, relishing his handsome face between his thighs. Pinstripe wrapped his arm around his huge crocodile tail and affectionately stroked him and with his other hand he groped his cock, then moved in for what he really wanted. Dingodile moaned with delight at the sensation of his warm, moist tongue circling his puckered asshole.
“Go baby go...” he sighed, rolling his head back in ecstacy.
He craned his back and pushed his ass further towards his eager mouth. Pinstripe continued rimming him, his eyes drifted shut as he lost himself, focused on nothing other than giving him pleasure. Dingodile squirmed, Pinstripe was doing a good job and he too couldn't think of anything else. Once his asshole was sloppy with his saliva, Pinstripe gave him a cheeky wink and drove his tongue right in to vigorously tongue-fuck him. His underwear felt damp against his skin, having soaked up a substantial amount of precum so he unbuckled his belt and slipped them off. His dick was solid as a rock, ready for what was to come. He took hold of it and pushed it slowly into Dingodile's hungry ass, making him let out a long, slow appreciative groan.
They both enjoyed the role reversal, Dingodile loved seeing Pinstripe straddling him, scrunching his face up and grunting with every deep, hard thrust. And it came as no surprise that he knew all the right spots to hit. He was used to being the giver rather than receiver but it was a welcome change; his ass felt wonderfully full with Pinstripe's cock. He couldn't help but moan.
“Love you baby,” it slipped out and was involuntary as the moans escaping him but he meant it.
Pinstripe had no objections about being told again. Dingodile put his hands on his hips and massaged his skin with his thumbs then undid the buttons on his neon green shirt. He wanted to see Pinstripe in all his naked glory. He looked up at him with admiration at him rocking his hips and putting his all into it. One of his hands wandered down to his cock to give it some attention. That was it... It wouldn't be long before he was cumming. He couldn't wait to feel Pinstripe's love juices exploding inside him too. He could tell he was on his way when his grunts turned to pants and his cheeks flushed red.
“Oh yeah!” Pinstripe cried, intensifying his thrusts.
His eyes rolled back in his head, savouring the sensations of the walls of Dingodile's ass hugging his cock and his balls slapping against his buttocks. They ached... he couldn't keep it inside anymore. He let out a high pitched squeal as he emptied them into his ass.
Dingodile smiled, pleased that Pinstripe was satisfied and loving the feeling of every squirt coating his innards. He never got tired of seeing Pinstripe's twisted cum face. He was aching too and with a few pumps, he felt the heat surge through him and push the cum out, spurting over his belly. He panted, surprised he had such a lot left in him after all the fucking they had done that day.
“Come here mate,” he grinned opening his arms.
Pinstripe pulled out and lay down next to him as he accepted his warm sweaty embrace. Dingodile felt the cum slipping out of his ass all over his sofa but the mess was the last thing on his mind – in fact he was proud that he managed to make Pinstripe cum so much. They both needed time to recover from their orgasms so they shared a quick kiss between heavy breaths as they held each other.
The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up on the sofa in just their underwear. Dingodile loved the feel of Pinstripe's soft fur pressing up against his skin just as much as Pinstripe loved his muscular arms being wrapped around him. They didn't talk much, it was a comfortable silence but at the same time neither wanted to address the elephant in the room: N Tropy.
“So, you're sure you'se don't mind me staying?” Pinstripe double checked when he slid into his bed.
“No mate,” Dingodile smiled climbing in next to him and spooning him. “As long as you like. We'll make sure that douchbag N Tropy gets the message.”
Pinstripe smiled and kissed him, “Thanks lover. You're the best. Goodnight.”
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