50 Shades of Graves Part 1-2: Stress-Reliever (Part 2)

This is an adult companion to the series "Trials of Graves-Beaks" that I've published in my SFW venues. You can read it here on my website. This part would fit within Chapter 2 of Trials of Graves-Beaks, where Mark and Falcon are walking across town to see a therapist for Mark. This series was made possible by the generous support of WorldsBestEagle. :> 

PART 1 IS POSTED HERE or download the attachment below for the whole story up to this point.

Mark and Falcon cuddled together and awkwardly meandered towards the restroom, trying not to look suspicious. There weren’t many others around and most were couples that were focused on each other. Still, it was an incredible naughty moment for both of them. Graves felt as if he had a sign painted on your forehead that read “Pervert” in big red letters.

As luck would have it, just as they came to the men’s room door, a teenage gull strode up to the door at the same time. Falcon slammed his hand against the door jamb to block the bird.

“Excuse me! This one’s taken. Go find another.”

The gull backed up from Falcon’s intimidating bulk. He sneered in a broken adolescent whine, “Hey what gives you the right?”

Falcon’s biceps swelled tight in his shirt and he snapped his beak.

The gull cringed and gave a shrill squawk.

Mark smiled smugly at the kid. “Shoo-shoo! Our bathroom!”

Falcon kicked the door open and pulled Mark inside. After the door closed he locked it and shoved a beat-up trash can against it. He turned to see that Mark was already unbuttoning the bottom of his shirt and dropping his trousers.

It wasn’t the filthiest of restrooms but it wasn’t clean and new. The sinks were the small, porcelain variety common in gas station restrooms from the 50s. There were two empty toilet stalls and a urinal. The yellow, dated tile was cracked in places and covered in graffiti that bore testament to others that had found sexual release inside those walls.

Falcon ripped off his tie and unbuckled his belt. He grabbed Mark abruptly, lifted him up, and set him into a sitting position on the edge of the sink, his tail poking up between his legs. He leaned in while Mark wrapped his arms around his massive chest. Their warm beaks pressed together in a kiss and their wet tongues caressed like thirsty slugs in coitus. Falcon gave a guttural, deep moan that reverberated in the porcelain under Mark’s ass and made his legs tingle.

Falcon felt the tip of Mark’s cock poking up under his shirt. The hot, moist rod rubbed smoothly against his belly fluff and tickled his belly button. His own cock stood stiff and tall, curving ever so slightly against the cool porcelain and up between Mark’s tail feathers, mere centimeters from his warm slit.

Falcon pumped his tail and his cock swelled and bounced as it dribbled crystal-clear pre. Mark wrapped his puny around the shaft and rubbed the slippery fluid secretions its length. Falcon moaned and rolled his eyes back. His beak corners drooped and he inhaled sharply through his nares.

Mark’s anus throbbed in unison with his cock. The need to be filled with falcon meat was growing unbearable. After stroking Falcon’s cock, he pulled two fingers to his beak and sniffed them while Falcon watched. His expression was like that of a starving man smelling steak sizzling on a barbecue. He licked his fingers and let his tongue drool onto his palm. Then he reached back down and stroked Falcon’s member light and slow, from tip to base, and back up again.

Falcon gave a wavering groan as his cock swelled even fatter and his thighs tightened like two tree trunks. “Ohhh Mark, you have the magic… uhhhhhh… touch…” Pre oozed out of his tip and drained down over Mark’s fingers in a long, glittering strand.

Mark tightened his thighs around Graves’ shaft and the big bird responded with a sudden chirp and clenched beak. Falcon gripped Mark’s thighs and helped squeeze them together while his hips moved his cock up and down. Falcon’s breath seethed through his tight jaws and he tipped his head back as he fucked the soft feathers between Mark’s legs.

Mark’s own cock was bouncing and drooling with each of Falcon’s thrusts. Each time Falcon advanced, their dicks bumped and rubbed against each other, slathering each other in clear, sweet pre.

Mark enjoyed controlling Falcon’s pleasure but at this point, he was becoming insatiably hungry. He winked his ass, making his dick twitch, and alternated this with pressing out against his vent. It relaxed his passage but also fanned the flames of an internal desire, one that required Falcon’s massive hose to put it out.

“Gravesieeee! Oooohhhh Gravesieeeee!” Mark whined like a needy falcon mate. “Fuck meeeee! Fuck me naaaaowwww!” Mark slid down so that his head was against the mirror and his tail was over the edge of the sink. He lifted his legs straight up and dropped his tail, spreading his white undertail fluff and exposing his pink hole.

Falcon grabbed Mark’s ankles and put them on his broad shoulder. He growled and pressed in closer between Mark’s legs. His cock pushed up into Mark’s clean fluff and poked at his soft pink vent lips. They were parted enough that he could feel the wet inner membranes throbbing in unison with Mark’s thumping heart.

Mark winked his lips around the tip of Graves’ tapered cock. Falcon gave a rough growl in response like a raptor mantling over its prey. His eyebrows rustled above his predatory eyes. His pupils spasmed and his nictitating membranes flashed, a feature he only showed when his primitive drives came to the surface.

Mark stifled a smile as his heart raced. He loved being Falcon’s prey. He let out a screech like a distressed bird and Falcon’s beak snapped as his pupils tightened. Oh yeah… that got him!

Falcon gave a feral screech as he yanked on Mark’s ankles and buried his boner deep in his ass. Mark grabbed the sides of the sink as his head banged against the mirror. But he didn’t care about the possible bruises. He was smiling like a kid on a carnival ride.

“Do me, Falkie! Do me! Do me! Eat me UP!”

Falcon pulled back and banged again, then again. His feral stare narrowed and he growled deep as his thrusts picked up pace. Mark’s cock flopped forward and back, slapping against Falcon’s belly then against his own. It stayed hard and drops of pre were slinging out as it swung around like a sapling in a raging river.

Falcon’s thick hands move down around Mark’s body and gripped the sides of the sink, trapping Mark inside a hot feathery embrace of sweaty hawk feathers and rock-hard muscles rolling forward and back while Falcon’s tight shaft stroked every inch of his pelvic canal.

Mark felt the cliff-edge of climax coming. The blood rushing in his ears was like the crashing waters of a waterfall about to drop out from under him and carry him away. He whined out higher and louder while Falcon’s laser-like gaze inched closer and closer.

Falcon huffed in and out like a raging bull. The scent of sex and prey permeated his brain right down to his most basal instincts.

Mark’s whining faltered. “I’m… I’m… CUMMING!” Mark’s cock spurted into Falcon’s belly feathers. “UUUHHHNNN!” His voice cracked in to a long high whine.

Falcon felt Mark’s asshole wink in orgasm around his cock. He smelled the raw, warm scent of cum. The creamy, delicious smell swept him over that waterfall with Mark.

“HRGNN! GNNNN! HA—RRRRR!” Falcon shoved in firmly and shot his first load.

“Ah! Oh!” Mark’s cock lurched from the hot pulsation of Falcon’s orgasm. The thick meat pressed his prostate so perfectly that it forced out another spurt of Mark’s seed.

Falcon jerked back and rammed in again. The sink creaked and there was a gritty snapping sound behind Mark’s head. But neither bird cared. Falcon’s cock erupted in another hot moist load deep inside Mark’s belly.

“Oh Gravesie! Give it… give it all to me!”

“SCREEE!” Falcon jerked back and shoved again, his hands shaking and his beak pushed against Mark’s, twisted in a sweaty scowl of effort. There was an accompanying pulsating sensation inside Mark’s butt and another wet delivery. Falcon’s cock pulsed a few more spurts and Mark moaned as the throbbing cock stretched his passage.

Falcon’s relaxed as the sixth spurt pressed out. His seed oozed out between Mark’s vent lips and his own shrinking meat. His eyebrows drooped and his closed eyes relaxed and opened. His beak unclenched and formed an “o” shape as his aggressive side collapsed under a flood of tender affectations. He leaned closer to Mark and nuzzled his beak lovingly with his own.

“I love you, Mark. Kiss me.”

Mark opened his mouth and took Graves’ beak tip in his. Their tongues touched and they tasted each other’s hot saliva, as wet and delicious as the fluids that dripped from their crotches. The small room throbbed with their beating hearts and panting beaks, punctuated by the hollow sounds of their moist kisses.

Mark stroked Falcon’s chest fluff and nuzzled his neck. “That… was wonderful. You are some prime grade falcon, hon.”

Falcon rubbed Mark’s left side and kissed the top of his head. “You are the perfect prey, babe. I’ve never been able to let go with anyone else.” He pushed his beak against the side of Mark’s head and inhaled his smell mingled with fresh sex. “Hmmmmffffff… you drive me so crazy.”

Creeeak… Pop! The sink suddenly jolted and sagged. Water sprayed out underneath.

Falcon felt Mark dropping under him so he lifted him up in a tight hug, his cock still engaged in his butt.

Mark looked back at the ruined sink, the broken tile, and busted mirror. A fine mist of water was spraying their legs.

“Holy shit!” Mark exclaimed. He looked back at Falcon who was smiling smugly.

“Oopsie!”

They both laughed and hurriedly cleaned themselves up and put their clothes back on. Before they left, Mark pulled out a permanent marker and scribbled something on the wall.

“What are you doing?” Falcon asked as he straightened his tie. He leaned in closer and examined Mark’s graffiti.

It was a heart with the words “MB + FG 4Ever” in the center.

Falcon’s protective nature twitched. He opened his mouth to protest but he stopped himself. The smell of sex was still heavy and he felt like he’s just woken from 10 hours of deep sleep. He filled his chest with the moist air and exhaled loudly with a grin.

“Perfect! Now let’s get outta here.”

...

Shortly after they left, the young gull came back and gingerly stepped into the restroom. He gawked at the scene: A flooded floor and water hissing from the wrecked sink. But he sniffed the air and felt a warm tingle in his tail that made him grin. “Somebody scored…”