The Fucking of Pinstripe Potoroo

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.

He slowly withdrew from his mouth then leaned in for another kiss. There was more feeling behind it this time; Pinstripe retracted his finger and ran his hands over his face with what seemed like genuine emotion that sent shivers down Dingodile's spine.

"You liked that didn't ya?" Pinstripe beamed when their lips eventually separated.

"Oh yeah, beautiful," Dingodile purred.

He made his way down his tall slim body. On his descent, he found two pink erect nipples that were begging for his attention and he was more than happy to be of service. He alternated between nipping them with his long razor sharp teeth and soft licks, a dance between pain and pleasure whilst he loosely groped his cock. Pinstripe approved and groaned softly to himself as he stretched and put his hands behind his head to relax as his body was worshipped.

Dingodile took his time getting to the prize, savouring every part of his soft furry torso on the journey downwards. His cock was standing to attention with a few substantial drops of leaked pre-cum on the tip. Someone was excited, it seemed. Dingodile lapped it greedily and didn't need to look up to know that Pinstripe was grinning ear to ear when he opened wide and closed his jaws around his cock with his huge tongue wrapped warmly around the underside. Relaxing his throat, he slowly and effortlessly slid it all the way in until his lips connected with his body once more. Pinstripe was in his element, his entire cock in Dingodile's warm moist cocoon and his big hands fondling his balls. The sucking commenced with Dingodile putting his all into it as if he were trying to extract his very soul.

"Oh yeah!" Pinstripe cried, his voice shooting up a pitch or two.

Dingodile smiled internally. He hoped that his deep throat talents brought him as much pleasure as the blow-job he had received from him. They both had amazing skills but slightly different techniques.

Judging by the way his fingers wrapped around the sheets and the way he arched his back and squirmed, he was enjoying himself. With every moan he made, Dingodile felt his own cock twitch with excitement. Him being so vocal was such a turn on. It wasn't long before he tasted salty pre-cum leaking onto his tongue and his squirming intensified.

"Here it comes," Pinstripe squealed almost hysterically as he curled his toes.

Dingodile knew already so quickly opened up his mouth and hopped back onto his chest, depriving him of all stimulation from his nether regions and cancelling his orgasm, much to his absolute fury.

"Don't stop!" he yelled.

"But I want a kiss," Dingodile replied teasingly reaching in.

Pinstripe desperately grappled for his cock only to be countered by his tormentor, who grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head so he could further smother him in kisses.

"Get off me," he snarled turning his head to the side to avoid him. "If you'se not gonna make me cum then get outta my bed."

"Ooh temper, temper," Dingodile whispered with an infuriating smile on his face.

He could feel Pinstripe's heart thumping against his inner thigh and practically taste the rage and frustration seeping through his pores.

"Well what you stop for?" he huffed.

"Good things come to those who wait," he tenderly kissed his face.

Pinstripe wriggled in protest but Dingodile only tightened his grip on him and under his massive weight, there was no defence. He sighed, accepting his fate and deep down he knew it wasn't a bad one. He had to just enjoy the ride and when he did eventually cum, it would be out of this world.

"You look so cute when you're mad," Dingodile teased.

"Yeah, yeah," Pinstripe rolled his eyes and scowled like a sulky petulant child but there was no disguising his smile as his lips curled.

"Don't worry baby, I'll make you cum and you're gonna enjoy every second until I do," Dingodile reassured him.

Pinstripe's expression softened and he finally returned the kiss.

Through the frustration, he felt as though he was going to explode. He had been seconds away from ejaculating but it was still there... bubbling beneath the surface.

Dingodile felt pretty close too. His lover's torment was only stimulating him more. He couldn't get enough of his kisses. Their tongues glided smoothly over one another as their hands wandered with Dingodile focussing on stroking his face, some unwanted emotion rising to the surface. He was revelling in this encounter far more than he had anticipated. The chemistry between them really was electrifying. Every time he felt Pinstripe's snout against his, his heart fluttered. Was he actually starting to like the cheeky gun toting gangster? Genuinely? More than just a crush or a care-free fuck?

Lost in his thoughts, he was distracted from what Pinstripe was doing with his hands... or rather one of them but he felt him fidgeting so turned his head to investigate. To his utter shock and disbelief, he spied the potoroo playing with himself! The nerve of him to try and finish himself off when he had given him nothing but pleasure? Did he have no patience at all?!

"Right, now you've gone and done it," he snarled at him.

He reached down to the pile of discarded clothes at the side of the bed and fished out Pinstripe's tie, the perfect tool for binding those exploring hands of his to the bedpost.

"Hey, what you doin'?" he squealed once it dawned on him what was going on, although it was clear that he knew exactly what he was doing but didn't want to put up much of a fight.

He was happy to play the submissive; he was well out of his comfort zone but was thoroughly enjoying his new role. Dingodile's knots weren't great, he could have easily escaped if he tried.

Dingodile looked at the long naked body stretched out beneath him... There was not a word for what he wanted to do to him... His cock was tingling just at the thought of it. If Pinstripe knew what he was imagining...

"You'se wanted to fuck me for a long time ain't ya?" Pinstripe taunted him from his restraints, as if he were reading his thoughts.

Fuck, even tied up he still somehow managed to chip away at his nerves and get the upper hand. Damn that potoroo!

"Shut up, don't make me gag you as well," Dingodile instinctively hissed back at him, jolting upright and retracting his lovings, although it was hard for him to keep a straight face with Pinstripe giggling into his.

"What? I ain't misbehaving! Its true!"

"Mate, shut your mouth. I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't know what hit you," Dingodile whispered softly as he licked his ear.

"Well what you waiting for? I've known for a long time. You want me."

He wasn't wrong. Dingodile had wanted to fuck him from the moment he first set eyes on him many years ago. Even back then he knew there was something about him that he desperately yearned but not knowing if he was bi or not, he had tried to keep his desires hidden. Obviously not hard enough. But still the arrogance of him.

He had to be punished. He contemplated flipping him over, pressing his head into the pillow and using the flick in his hair as a love handle but decided against it. He wanted to see the look on his face when he rammed his dick into him. He wondered if he could make him cum without touching his cock. It would be a test of his abilities. Well it was time to find out!

He sucked his fingers and slipped two into his ass to prepare him for the ferocious fucking that was to come. All the while he never broke Pinstripe's gaze, who's expression softened and he confessed,

"You know, I've always liked you'se too. I just didn't know how to say."

Dingodile felt butterflies in his stomach - underneath all his bravado, Pinstripe was actually quite sweet. He leaned in to nibble his succulent neck and breathe in the scent of his cologne. It was a perfect moment.

He took out his fingers, grabbed his cock and guided it to his moistened hole and with one hard jerk, rammed it inside so deeply and with such force that for a moment he wondered if he had perforated his stomach. With great delight, he watched his face change; he closed his eyes, scrunched up his features as if he was in pain but the huge grin on his face told a different story. It was a thin line between pain and pleasure but that was precisely how he liked it. Just as well, because that was what he was getting whether he liked it or not.

Dingodile slammed his palms onto his collar bone, pinned him down and began rocking his hips, watching with pure delight at him squirming beneath him as he tried to guide him to his G-spot. With every thrust, Dingodile adjusted his angle slightly so he could home in on it and it wasn't long before Pinstripe's expression reached optimal satisfaction, accompanied by the change in volume and pitch of his vocals:

"Oh fuck, woah, yeah!" he cried euphorically.

With the door ajar and the close proximity of the other beach shacks, Dingodile wondered if Pinstripes obvious sex noises could be heard by anyone else. More than likely. Not that he cared. Neither did Pinstripe by the seem of it. The look of pure ecstasy on his face thrilled him just as much as the physical sensations of being deep inside him.

Dingodile felt his lover's ass contract, squeezing his cock and knew an eruption was imminent. He dived in to lock his lips against his and although Pinstripe didn't need it, give him a helping hand by grabbing his cock and pumping.

Pinstripe writhed, curled his fingers and contorted his face in a way that would only be possible with the most powerful of orgasms. He let out a loud groan and finally came, simultaneously oozing over Dingodile's hand and squirting onto his own belly. Delaying his ejaculation had been a good thing. The orgasm had been longer and a million times more intense than his numerous other encounters, so much so it had rendered him temporarily paralysed.

"Oh yeah," he panted with long, slow breaths.

Dingodile smiled smugly at him. He was pleased. He had taken his perfect little potoroo to his nirvana. Plus he had discovered that he had the most beautiful cum face. Mission accomplished. But now it was his turn.

He used Pinstripe's shoulders to hold onto and sped up his movements, feeling the heat inside him build. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dripped onto his face. Pinstripe was still recovering from his orgasm, his body was limp and with Dingodile's powerful thrusts, he was ravaged like a rag doll. Not long now...

"Where'd you want it?" he panted.

Pinstripe was in no position to answer. His entire mental capacity was in use, dealing with the thrashing of his prostate. All he could do was squint and let out little high pitched sounds, somewhere between euphoric squeals and pained whimpers, which only accelerated Dingodile's climax.

"A surprise? No worries mate!" Dingodile cried triumphantly.

He gave him one final thrust then pulled out, hopped back onto his chest and with a loud groan, he unloaded his creamy offerings all over his face.

Pinstripe blinked some of the cum out of his eyes, licked his lips, smiled and before Dingodile had time to react, he effortlessly slipped out of his restraints, sat up and wrapped his arms around him, locking him in for a cheeky kiss; a ruse for smearing some of his love juices back onto to him.

"You're a naughty one," Dingodile giggled and tickled his ribs.

They laughed and lay down next to each other, now both covered in each other's cum but they didn't care. They gazed into each other's eyes for a few moments whilst they both came back down to earth.

"Mate, that was something else," Dingodile said dreamily.

"Oh hell yeah," Pinstripe agreed as he sat up and stretched with a big yawn. "I'm gonna get cleaned up and get some sleep. I'm done in."

He got out of bed, pulled his boxers on and wandered into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Dingodile wondered if that was his cue to leave. He sighed. All good things must come to an end he figured. He slowly got dressed, not looking forward to the long walk of shame to the other side of the beach to get back to his shack. He was exhausted too. He heard the tap running in the bathroom.