The Masculine Mutant Man: Traxxus

When I met Commander Traxxus at his house in the suburbs, my jaw literally dropped open: He was a dinosaur mutant, a Triceratops no less! How was such a thing even possible?! Well actually, he explained to me, he wasn't a dinosaur but an alien who looked very much like one. He belongs to a race of beings called Triceratons. I'm still a little skeptical, but after nearly an hour spent talking with him about his home planet, the army he was a commander for and his new life on Earth since, I'm inclined to believe him. So while the horned man may not be a mutant as we know them, he's still labeled as one by most people and wanted to reach out to me.

Usually it's up to me to set a guy at ease, directing the flow of the shoot, where to pose etc., but Traxxus had other plans. He led me downstairs to his basement. There he flipped a switch at the bottom and a large storage area stuffed with boxes, exercise equipment and old belongings became illuminated.

"The lighting's not great, I'm not sure if this is the best spot to take pictures." I explained. To say nothing of the background.

"Naw, it's all good, check out my stuff over here!" The triceraton said with a big grin. He tugged me by the paw to a far corner, and it quickly became apparent what he did down here.

There was a wide tarp spread over the concrete floor with some sex toys strewn over it. Boxes nearby seemed to have more options available.

Traxxus grabbed a good-sized dildo from the ground and slapped it against his palm. "This fella here is a favorite." He said with another smirk. 

One side of the thing had a suction cup which he fastened at about thigh-height to some exposed steel on the wall next to us. He began shucking his heavy clothes into a pile on the floor while I prepared my camera. He pulled a stool over which had a huge jug of personal lubricant sitting on top and hurriedly opened it up.

"Um, I normally take less, kinky pics?" I said. Though to be perfectly honest, the idea of this great big fella fucking himself while I took photographs was already getting me hot in my cargo shorts. To hell with it, even if I determined some of the pics too hot for the project, I could still enjoy them myself!

He gave me a look, considering my words, but if they gave him any hesitation it was brief. He lubed up the thick rubber cock with one hand while reaching back under his cock and balls with the other. I heard him grunt happily as he pushed one of his big fingers inside his tail hole. I decided to keep anymore reservations to myself and instead sat back snapping pics as I thoroughly enjoyed the private show. It was kind of amazing. He acted like I wasn't even there, sliding his big toy up his now stretched asshole, moaning and snorting as it reached familiar depths. I was panting too while I filled up the roll. He picked up the pace as he thrust his hips back and forth with abandon.

After several minutes, he bellowed, shaking the walls around us as he gave himself a very satisfying hands-free orgasm. His cock bounced against his belly as it sprayed globs of cum across the tarp under our feet. He leaned forward onto the small stool, drops of sweat trailing down his face and body. 

"N-need anymore? I can do other stuff if ya want." The triceraton offered.

"Oh, that was plenty, I assure you, and thanks for the show!" I told him with a smile.

We conversed for a bit, then went back upstairs. He poured us each a scotch and thanked me in return for stopping by. He also explained that he loves being watched while he gets off, which came as no surprise, considering what I had just witnessed. I shook his big hand and he saw me to the door. I still had a painful erection in my shorts, but reminded myself that I had someone at home who would be eager to take care of it for me!