A Buttmare On Pound Street

When Jeremy moves into his new house on Pound Street, he’s surprised to find that the neighbors are more than a little distant. It seems that nobody wants to get to know him, which is quickly explained when Jeremy learns that nobody lasts on Pound Street very long.

It seems that all the residents are haunted by strange erotic dreams, called buttmares, that can have real life consequences. While the pleasure is great, there’s only so many orgasms that the human body can take.

But Jeremy’s not leaving that easily. Now, he’s taking control of his dreams and facing down the dildo-handed T-Rex behind it all, Frankie Cougar.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on dream dinosaur action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, and buttmare love.

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A BUTTMARE ON POUND STREET

By Chuck Tingle

A have to admit, this isn’t quite the reception I was expecting.
Of course, when I decided to make my cross-country move to Ohio, I knew

it wouldn’t be easy. Leaving your friends and family behind is a huge sacrifice for a new job, so my visions of the future were not all sunshine and roses, but I also figured I’d be met with a slightly warmer reception. I’d heard people in Ohio were a friendly bunch but, so far, my experience has been overwhelmingly weird.

I pick up a cardboard box in the back of my Uhaul truck and turn around, catching sight of something who’s been staring out at me from their window across the street. The second that our eyes make contact, the shadowy figure immediately disappears, retreating behind their closed blinds.

“Huh,” is all I can think to say, pausing momentarily to bask in this awkwardness.

The street I’ve moved onto is deeply suburban, middle-class homes on a long, quiet block where trees line the sidewalks and the air is constantly filled with the sound of churning sprinklers and distant barking dogs. It’s the kind of place where you’d expect to get invited over for a backyard BBQ the second you move in, or have a kindly neighbor swing by with a freshly baked apple pie.

So far, all I’ve gotten is strange looks.

I move to continue on my way, ready to haul this box inside, when a nearby dogwalker catches my eye. The man is standing just a few feet away, his pet sniffing around at a nearby tree. He’s not look at me, minding his own business with a distinct sort of intention. It’s like he’s going out of his way to pretend I’m not there.

“Hey!” I call over.

The man looks up, locking eyes with me. I fully expect a look of anger or distrust, but what I get is nothing of the sort. The man smiles warmly, offering up a gentle nod in my direction.

“I’m your new neighbor,” I say. “Jeremy.”
“Dirk,” the dogwalker replies with a wave. “Welcome.”
Once again, I’m astounded by his friendliness—not at all what I expected. “I’m—I’m sorry,” I stammer, struggling to find the words. “Is there... is

there something going on here? Everyone around here seems to have a problem with me moving in.”

Dirk laughs, shaking his head. “Oh man, that’s too bad,” he replies with a smile. “It’s a shame the folks around here come off that way. That’s not it at all.”

I finally set my box down on the edge of the moving truck, now realizing that this conversation might be a little longer than I expected. “What is it then?” I ask.

My neighbor lets out a long sigh. “At this point, most folks don’t want to get too friendly with anyone who moves in. They’re not gonna stick around very long, so what’s the point?”

“Wait, really?” I blurt. “My realtor didn’t mention anything about people leaving quickly.”

“Of course not! They gotta sell the place!” Dirk jokes. “You never heard the legend about new folks who move in on Pound Street?”

I shake my head. “What is it?”

Dirk starts to reply, then catches himself. He looks uncomfortable for a moment, hesitating.

“What?” I press.

“I’m not sure if I should say anything,” my neighbor admits. “I don’t want to offend you. I’m not trying to make anyone uncomfortable.”

This is not at all the answer I was expecting, but it piques my curiosity even more.

“Well, now I have to know,” I reply. “Please. You won’t offend me.”

Dirk glances back and forth over his shoulders, then leans in a bit, subconsciously lowering his voice despite the fact that there’s nobody around to hear us. “Everyone who moves to Pound Street starts having... dreams,” he explains. “Buttmares.”

“Buttmares?” I question, unfamiliar with this term.

Dirk nods. “Your wildest sexual fantasies coming to life. Things you never thought possible. It’s incredible. It’s...” he trails off.

He’s given me a lot to work with, but unfortunately his words don’t explain much. I’m now even more confused than before, struggling to make sense of this fresh information. Strange dreams are certainly a drawback, but that’s not exactly what Dirk is saying here.

“I’m confused,” I finally admit. “Why would that be a problem?”

My neighbor cracks a knowing smile. “You say that, but... there’s only so much pleasure the body can take. When you start cumming that much, every night, over and over again, things can get a little exhausting. The first night is usually fine, but by the end of the week, they’re gone.”

I consider this. “Well, I’ve got a pretty high sex drive. I think I’ll be fine.” Dirk smirks. “That’s what they all say.”
My neighbor finally turns, his dog running out of patience and forcing him

to move along.
“Wait!” I cry out, stopping him briefly.
Dirk turns back, curious.
“You said everyone who moves to Pound Street has these intense dreams

and then leaves,” I state. “What about you? How come you’re still here?”

Dirk smiles. “You’re right, some people do have the drive for it,” he explains. “Not many, though. It’s just best to not get too friendly with the new folks.”

“You’re friendly with me,” I say, appreciative.

“Maybe you’ve got what it takes. Maybe I see something in you,” he suggests, then shrugs. “Or maybe it’s all just an urban legend.”

With that, Dirk continues on his way, leaving me to stand here in the middle of my driveway.

I wake with a start, lurching upright in bed. It’s here that I freeze, my eyes scanning the darkness and my ears straining to hear what could’ve possibly yanked me from the depths of my slumber.

Thump.

A thunderous sound rings out, so loud that it nearly shakes the house around me.

I slowly climb to my feet, creeping through the shadows towards my bedroom door. It’s cracked open, revealing a tiny sliver of my hallway and the dimly lit house beyond.

Carefully, I push the door open. My eyes drift across the scene, hunting for the source of this mysterious noise and coming up empty. My new home is bathed in shadows, giving it a distinctly foreboding vibe, but it’s also relatively empty. There are little more than a few cardboard boxes placed in various corners, with almost no space for an intruder to hide.

From here I can see down my hallway and into the living room, but there’s nothing about this view to be concerned about.

I’m just about ready to turn around and head back to bed when another sudden thump causes my entire body to flinch. This time I’m able to get a slightly better sense of direction, recognizing the noise is coming from beyond my living room and around the corner.

It’s coming from the kitchen.

I slip down the hallway, moving in utter silence aside from the mighty hammer of my own heart as it slams away within my chest. The adrenaline is surging through me, keeping my senses sharp as I conduct my investigation.

I enter the kitchen. This section of my new home is slightly more put together, a table set up at the center of the room and the counter lined with a few basic utensils. A small stack of boxes remains in the corner, but most of them have already been unpacked.

Thump.

My attention turns to the refrigerator, the source of this unexpected sound. I can see now that every time the thump occurs, the fridge door shakes, rattled by some incredible force that lurks within.

I reach out for the handle, moving slowly as my heart finds a way to somehow slam even harder.

Thump!
Thump!
Just as my fingers are about to reach the door, one of these mighty slams

causes the refrigerator to burst open in a spray of light, illuminating the kitchen and bathing me in its silver glow. I stagger back, shielding my eyes and struggling to maintain my balance.

A giant, sentient sandwich sits within this otherwise empty space, a living object that hums with so much erotic energy he immediately takes my breath away. I watch in awe as the slices of bread open up, creating an enormous mouth.

“Cum for me!” the sandwich bellows.

The second that his words hit me I can feel my body react. My muscles clench tight as pleasure erupts through my body, the surge coalescing in my groin and taking physical shape as a hot blast of cum that shoots from my cock like a fire hose. It rips through my boxers, splattering across the kitchen.

The orgasm strikes with such primal force that it hurls me backwards, tumbling through the air and smashing through my kitchen window in plume of twinkling glass. I land with a thud in the back alley, rolling end over end through the dirt until finally coming to rest on my belly.

I let out a long, aching groan, utterly discombobulated.

Slowly, the sound of laugher begins to fill my ears. I gaze down the alley to find a figure standing at the far end, his handsome silhouette framed by the glow of the neighborhood beyond. Even framed by this odd lighting, however, can still make out some of my visitor’s features.

The figure is reptilian, a dinosaur in a sweater with thick, red and green stripes that run across it horizontally. He’s breathtakingly handsome, and I can sense his potent sensuality from all the way down here at the far end of the alley.

As I watch, the silhouette’s cock begins to swell, jutting out from his body as it inflates. Soon enough, the length of his member is well past anything that makes biological sense, stretching the limits of any natural dinosaur body. His cock appears to be at least ten feet long, reaching all the way to the side of the alley and then finally stopping when it meets the brick wall next to him.

The handsome dinosaur starts walking towards me, dragging the head of his rod along the wall as the night air fills with his cackling laughter.

“What’s the matter? Cum on your tongue?” he calls out.

The second this figure speaks I can feel another powerful orgasm swell up within me. I erupt with yet another blast of spunk, the milky seed erupting out of me as another tidal wave of pleasure consumes my body.

This climax stretches out, holding longer and longer until I suddenly realize that it might never end. I’m adrift in a sea of pleasure, swimming endlessly as my senses erode in a sort of blissed out, carnal madness.

The dinosaur has almost reached me now, just a few feet away, and with every step he takes the sensations within me reach an even greater height.

I throw my head back, letting out a primal scream that suddenly pulls be back into reality.

I wake, sitting upright in bed with just as much force as the last time. The last few minutes have been nothing more than an incredibly vivid dream.

I’m breathing hard, sweat pouring down my brow as I sit awkwardly in the middle of my bed, wrapped in a tangle of blankets. Morning light streams through the nearby window.

For as much as I’d enjoyed this erotic encounter, I find myself relieved it was just a dream. There was so much going on that it was hard to really enjoy, the pleasure meter within me pinned to an extreme with little room for anything subtle. For as much as I’d climaxed, it was also strangely unsatisfying.

I let out a long sigh, then turn to climb out of bed, instantly noticing just how sore I am. That, however, is the least strange thing about this moment.

I can feel the sheets moving with me, plastered to my legs and torso in a way that feels utterly bizarre. I almost pull them off the bed entirely, finally forced to peel them away from my skin once I reach the edge. It’s only now that I’m able to look back at the spot where I once slept, immediately met with a shocking revelation.

It appears that I’ve cum everywhere, ejecting multiple loads in my sleep and covering the bed in my spunk.

“Oh my God,” I sigh, my eyes widening as I take in this truly astonishing amount of jizz.

The rest of the day is spent doing chores and unpacking boxes, a task that is suddenly ten times harder than it was just twenty-four hours earlier. I’m utterly exhausted, my body spent in a way that only comes after a long night of incredible pounding.

There’s only one problem, I didn’t actually get pounded. Wet dreams are a common occurrence, and that would certainly explain all the spunk I found myself laying in this morning, but I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around just how real these dreams felt, and how much it’s affected my body.

I ache all over, but the feeling is particularly strong around my abdominal muscles, the place where I’d clench tight while blasting out my loads at high velocity.

Finally, when the sun hangs low over this distant horizon, the sky transforming into a wash of purples and oranges, I take a break from my hard work and have a seat on the living room couch. It’s here that I rest for a moment, gazing out at the neighborhood.

I catch sight of Dirk walking his dog, and my mind instantly flashed back to our previous conversation. Whether or not these “buttmares” are really happening, I’m not entirely sure. What I do know is that I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever felt, and I’m not sure I can take much more of this.

Maybe I should just move out.

The second I think this, I find myself pushing the thought away. I shake my head as if to physically manifest my own denial.

The view from this living room window is absolutely breathtaking, not just thanks to the incredible sunset, but the neighborhood itself. This is exactly where I want to be, and I’ll be damned if any bizarre sex dreams are going to scare me away.

A plan suddenly erupts through my mind, a way to turn the tides on this mysterious sleepy time visitor. These are my dreams, after all, which means I’m ultimately in control.

I take a deep breath and then reach out and grab one of the couch pillows next to me. I fluff it a bit, then lay down and settle it behind my head. I close my eyes, no longer fighting against the exhaustion that flows through my frame. Instead, I bask in it, allowing the warmth of sleep to wrap itself around me and carry me away.

My lungs slowly fill, then release. Fill, then release.
I open my eyes.
The living room around me has completely disappeared, replaced instead by

a strange, industrial looking basement. This room is warm, with assorted pipes and giant water tanks positioned everywhere, while long, metal catwalks meander through the scene. Chains hang from the ceiling in long loops, dangling above my head.

I stand, peering out into the dark shadows.
“Hello?” I call, my voice echoing through the vast chamber.
Slowly, the distinct, haunting laughter I’d heard last night begins to carry out

in return. It sounds as though it’s coming from all around me, causing me to spin in a circle as I hunt for the source.

My turning stops abruptly when I spot a familiar figure on the catwalk. It’s the same dinosaur as last night, clad in his red and green striped sweater and a

distinct brown hat. Now that’ I’m closer, I can see that he’s actually a T-Rex, his snout and sharp teeth making this quite apparent.

He’s also equipped with something new, a strange glove that’s been slipped over his right hand. As if noticing my interest, the figure lifts his mitt, revealing that each of the fingers is equipped with a massive dildo.

“Get ready for the best sex of your life,” he bellows, stepping towards me. “Stop,” I shout.
The dinosaur immediately halts in his tracks, a confused look on his face.

“Don’t you like this?”
“I do,” I admit, “but the best sex ever isn’t just the hardest or the fastest. It’s

not about cumming so hard you blast through a wall, although that can be fun sometimes, too. The best sex is about communication.”

The dinosaur furrows his brow.
“This is my dream, so I’m taking charge,” I announce.
With this, the T-Rex seems to finally comprehend what I’m saying. He nods

and then turns away. “I understand,” he calls back, strolling down the catwalk. “Wait!” I shout, stopping him in his tracks. “I never said I didn’t want to

fuck.”
The figure turns back to face me, curious.
“I just want to go at my pace,” I explain. “You’re dialed up to like... eleven.

Let’s see how we feel at a six.”
The dinosaur nods, removing his glove and strolling towards me confidently. “What’s your name?” I ask.
“Frankie,” he replies. “Frankie Cougar.”
The second he reaches me we erupt in a moment of passion, our lips meeting

as our hands frantically begin to explore one another’s bodies. Frankie begins to strip away my clothing, peeling off fabric and tossing it to the side. I tremble as my skin is exposed to the warm air, enjoying the gradual reveal until, eventually, I’m standing completely naked before him.

All the while, I’m exploring Frankie in turn. I take his hat and toss it to the side, then pull his sweater up over his head to expose a set of truly incredible dinosaur abs. He’s perfectly chiseled, and I allow my hands a moment to enjoy the topography of his beautifully sculpted body.

Eventually, my hands are driven to explore even lower. I trace my fingers back and forth above his waistline for a moment, allowing this tension to build, then finally drop a little lower to undo his belt. Soon enough, I’m unzipping Frankie’s fly and pulling out an absolutely enormous T-Rex cock, his massive green member jutting out at me in all of its glory.

I reach down and wrap my fingers around Frankie’s massive rod, watching as his body reacts to my touch. A satisfied groan escapes the dinosaur’s lips, his hips instinctually pushing back against me as his body reels from the sensation.

I slowly begin to pump my hand up and down across his length, taking my time with him. My carnal desires continue to escalate with every movement, until eventually my hand is no longer the right tool for this important erotic job.

With a hunger in my eyes, I drop to my knees before the handsome dinosaur, excitedly licking his cock from the balls to the tip and then diving in. I pick up right where my hand left off, bobbing my head across Frankie’s length with unhinged enthusiasm. The speed of my oral performance quickly begins to grow, and I reach up with one hand to cradle his hanging balls, giving the moment everything that I’ve got.

It’s not long before the speed of my pumps has reached a breaking point, no place left to go. Instead, I decide to focus on technique.

I pull back with a frantic gasp, sputtering and gasping as spit dangles between my lips and the head of Frankie’s cock in a long, semi-translucent strand. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath, but the second that I do I center up and swallow his rod down once again.

Deeper and deeper I take Frankie’s massive cock, sliding him all the way into my gullet. I can feel him slipping well past the expected limits of my gag reflex, driving down until my face comes to rest against his toned reptilian abs. I hold here for as long as I possibly can, allowing my dinosaur lover a chance to enjoy the feeling of being fully consumed.

Frankie even reaches down and places his scaly hands against the back of my head, taking control until I finally run out of breath and am forced to pull back in yet another sputtering mess.

Belligerent with lust, I find myself uttering a direct, primal command. “Fuck me.”

I fall to my knees right there on the metal catwalk, turning around on all fours and then popping my ass out towards him. I reach back and give one cheek a playful slap, holding my ass open for a moment and allowing Frankie a chance to get a good look at my waiting hole.

The handsome T-Rex doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbs down into position behind me, aligning the head of his cock with my puckered back door and briefly testing the entrance. He teases me like this for a moment and then finally pushes forward, impaling me with his incredible girth.

I let out a started yelp as the dinosaur slides into me, not entirely prepared for his size.

Fortunately, Frankie has heeded my request for a session of confident, yet patient, lovemaking. Instead of immediately springing into action, Frankie holds

deep within me for a moment, allowing my body a change to adjust to his girth. Gradually, I can feel the aching discomfort slip away, replaced instead by a pleasant warmth at the pit of my stomach.

Frankie begins to pump in and out of my ass, starting slowly at first and then gradually gaining speed until he’s fallen into a confident pound. Every one of his thrusts hits me just right, rubbing against my prostate and sending a wave of sensation rolling across the rest of my body.

It’s not long before that warmth at the pit of my stomach starts spilling out across my arms and legs, filling me up with its glorious, humming energy. My whole body begins to tremble and quake, sporadically tensing up in anticipation of what’s to come.

By now, Frankie is hammering into me with everything he’s got, his hips loudly slapping against my ass as he plows my depths.

“Oh fuck, this is the best buttmare I’ve ever had,” I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I reach down and grab ahold of my cock, beating myself off as the tension within my body continues to build. Now the sensation is moving through me in two distinct ways, only amplifying the carnal pressure the threatens to break through at any moment.

Finally, Frankie pushes me over the edge. I throw my head back and let out a wild, unbridled howl of pleasure, completely losing myself in the moment. Hot white jizz erupts from the head of my cock, splattering across the ground below in beautiful, milky patterns of spunk.

All the while, Frankie keeps plowing away at me. He carries me through my orgasm from beginning to end, keeping the pace until every last drop has drained from my balls. When I’m finally finished, my dinosaur dream-lover thrusts deep and holds, unleashing a payload of his own. I can feel his spunk spilling into me, filling me up until there’s simply no room left and his seed comes running down the back of my legs.

The two of us collapse in a heap, utterly satisfied.

I roll over, laying on my back as I struggle to catch my breath. The two of us stay here for a long while, basking in the sexual afterglow until, finally, Frankie climbs to his feet. “I hope that’s what you were looking for,” he offers.

“Just right,” I confirm.

The dinosaur nods, then starts pulling back on his clothes. “Until next time,” he says.

This is the perfect moment for me to wake up, the arc of my dream finally arriving at a satisfying conclusion. As I watch Frankie leave, however, I find myself yearning for more, tempted to sleep in a bit longer.

I’d been wary about cranking thinks up to eleven, and that’s an important point to be made. Everyone has their own pace, and often faster and harder are not the best settings to maintain. This lesson still remains true, but I think an equally important point remains.

Sometimes it is okay to turn things up a notch.
“Hey!” I call out, climbing to my feet.
The dinosaur turns around to discover that I’ve found his glove and pulled it

on. When he glances back I’m already waving to him with five, massive dildo fingers.

“I think I’ve got a little energy left in me,” I call out. “Let’s see where it takes us.”