Suck Session

When Breg, long lost cousin to the family that owns Roylo Inc, learns that Rogan Roylo is about to hand off his company to a young successor, he jumps at the chance to reconnect. Unfortunately, this means leaving behind some environmental charity work with his bigfoot uncle, but the money is too good to deny.

Now, Breg has found himself wrapped up in the lives of this notorious family, seeing first hand just how terrible they really are. Fortunately, Breg meets Jom, a handsome T-Rex who is assigned to show Breg around and get him started. The two become fast friends, and it quickly becomes apparent that there’s something more lurking just below the surface.

Breg and Jom can’t pursue anything romantic because of their connection at work, but this could all change if one of them decided to place love above money and quit their job. As the succession looms, these two put it all on the line for something much more important… a hardcore gay suck session.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on gay dinosaur action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and business T-Rex love.

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SUCK SESSION

By Chuck Tingle

My uncle is always a difficult man to talk to, but I expect today’s lunch to be particularly grueling.

I wave to the grey-haired bigfoot as I spot him across the restaurant, his seemingly permanent scowl refusing to lift. He doesn’t wave in return, just offers a solemn nod as our eyes meet.

Crossing the dining room, I can’t help but feel as though I don’t actually belong here, like I’m a fraud. Everyone else is dressed to the nines in designer suits, while this little number I’m wearing was taken directly off the department store sale rack. I’d hardly know the difference, but they can tell.

Fortunately, this is something my uncle doesn’t give a damn about. He may be one of the wealthiest men on the planet, but he still doesn’t buy into the trappings of this lifestyle. Just being here in the big city seems to make him deeply uncomfortable, an environmentalist at heart who’d rather be deep in the woods than anywhere near this trendy New York eatery.

Then again, the same could be said for most bigfeet.

The huge, fur-covered creature doesn’t rise, but as I slide into the booth I notice the faintest smile creep across his face. He’s happy to see me.

“Breg,” he begins. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“The suit?” I question. “I know, I know, it’s not super nice. I just—”

The bigfoot interjects. “I don’t care how nice it is. You won’t need a suit when you come work for me. We’ll be out in the woods getting our hands dirty—living off the land. Saving the forest.”

I hesitate. “Uncle Ewey, there’s something I’ve gotta say,” I finally blurt. “I’m—well, I guess I should probably tell you—I’m not here to talk about a job at your environmentalist charity.”

The bigfoot furrows his brow, that signature scowl returning even deeper and more defined. “Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to tell you…” I start, then halt awkwardly, struggling to find the words. “I wanted to tell you I’m not gonna come work for your charity.”

The bigfoot just stares at me blankly, offering nothing in return. To be honest, I’d probably feel more comfortable if he actually showed some anger, because at least then I’d know how to handle his outburst. This just makes me marinate in my own feelings, drowning in the awkwardness with absolutely nowhere to turn.

I suppose that’s probably Uncle Ewey’s intention.

“I’m—I’m gonna go work for Rogan at Roylo Inc,” I stammer, struggling to explain myself. “I just think it’s gonna be a better fit for me. You know? I just---I just want to make sure I’m making the best choice, right? Do you think this is a good choice?”

Uncle Ewey still doesn’t say a word.

“Okay, strong and silent. Yes,” I blurt. “I hear ya, loud and clear. Actually, I don’t hear you.”

I’m trying to make a joke, but it doesn’t quite take flight the way I’d hoped.

Finally, the bigfoot clears his throat and speaks up. “I thought you loved the forest,” he states.

“I do,” I interject, genuine in my proclamation.

There’s nothing like spending time out there in the woods, working to keep our environment healthy and clean.

Unfortunately, there’s more at play here.

“Then I see you’ve chosen money over joy and charity,” the bigfoot states.

“It’s not like that,” I protest. “Rogan Roylo is about to step down, you know? He’s picking a successor and if he chooses me…”

“It’s not just millions of dollars, it’s billions of dollars,” Uncle Ewey offers, filling in the ending.

I nod. “I just can’t pass that up,” I explain. “I’m starting there tomorrow morning.”

The bigfoot takes a deep breath, then settles back into the booth. He reaches for his drink, a giant cup of chocolate milk that rests on the table before him, then takes a long sip.

He says nothing as I get up and leave.

“There’s the little fucker,” comes a shout from across the lobby, drawing my attention.

My cousin Romo is approaching with his arms wide, the handsome unicorn smiling so wide that I can’t help but feel as though there’s a hint of sarcasm lurking underneath. He’s loud and brash, and it’s hard to believe the two of us are actually related.

“Hi!” I call out, approaching with my arms wide. I go in for a hug and Romo immediately pushes me back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he blurts. “You’re at Roylo Inc now. We don’t hug, we shake hands.”

“Oh okay,” I falter, extending my hand.

Romo shakes his head. “No, it’s too late. You ruined it.”

“Sorry,” I offer.

The unicorn nods towards the elevators. “Let’s get you up there to meet the guy you’re gonna be shadowing.”

I stop, unable to hide my confusion. “I thought I’d be shadowing you,” I admit. “Fast track to the top, you know?”

Romo laughs. “Wouldn’t that be fun?Sorry buddy, you’re not quite there yet, but if you’d like we can throw you into the mail room.”

“No!” I cry, immediately pulling myself together. “I just thought—”

“You thought wrong, Cousin Breg,” Romo retorts. “Maybe try not being such a fucking moron, huh?”

I laugh, but this time it seems like the unicorn might not be joking.

Romo continues towards the elevators and I scurry behind, trying my best to keep up and act natural.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Romo offers over his shoulder. “You wanna be the next in line for Roylo Inc when Rogan steps down.”

I shake my head. “No way,” I object, but even I can tell how unconvincing this is.

The two of us step into the lift and Romo presses a button, illuminating the symbol for floor that rests somewhere halfway up this massive building.

Definitely not straight to the top.

“Fuck off,” Romo retorts, clearly not buying it. “Hey, if I was some long lost cousin then I’d be right there with you, scuttling over here the second I heard the old man was about to pass off his company. I don’t blame you. I’m just not gonna help you. Besides, I’ve got my own shit to worry about right now.”

The unicorn pulls out his phone, showing me the screen as our elevator hurtles upwards.

“We’re headed to planet Zorbus,” Romo explains. “Have you heard of Space Raptor Butt Invasion? The documentary? Zorbus is the planet they met on, and it’s fucking packed with raw minerals.”

On screen, it appears a rocket launch is about to take place. This live feed is beaming in so Romo can watch the fruits of his labor.

“I set all of this in motion,” the unicorn explains. “The whole fucking thing was my idea. I’m sure you’ve got big dreams about Rogan picking you, but I’m gonna be pretty hard to—”

Romo’s words are cut short as the rocket on screen erupts in a massive ball of flame, not underneath the metal tube but projecting from its side. His live feed trembles from the force of this giant explosion, struggling to withstand the blast.

“Was that… supposed to happen?” is all I can think to say.

Romo doesn’t answer, his gaze still transfixed on the phone screen in utter horror. When we arrive at my floor he still doesn’t look up, not even acknowledging my presence as I creep awkwardly off the elevator.

“So, probably not a good time, but… who am I supposed to be shadowing now?” I blurt.

The elevator starts to close behind me, and Romo still hasn’t moved.

“Okay, I—I guess I’ll just find whoever it is,” I stammer.

The door shuts and soon enough I find myself standing alone in an office hallway, not entirely sure what to do with myself.

“Breg?” comes an unexpected voice to my right.

I glance over to find a T-Rex in a sharp business suit strolling towards me.

“That’s me,” I reply, taken off guard by this dinosaur’s unexpected handsomeness.

When the T-Rex is a few feet away I extend my hand for a firm shake, remembering my hugging mistake from earlier, but the dinosaur ignores me completely.

“I’m glad I found you, you’re late,” he erupts, staring at me with a frighteningly stern look plastered across his face.

“Wait, I thought I was supposed to be here at seven,” I blurt. “I’m fifteen minutes early.”

“Daylight savings time, Breg. You’re actually forty-five minutes late,” the dinosaur continues.

“Oh my god,” I groan, shaking my head. “It’ll never happen again.”

“I know it won’t, because you’re fucking fired,” the T-Rex states.

I hesitate, not entirely sure how to react. “Are you serious?”

The dinosaur nods.

“I’m—I’m so sorry,” I stammer. “I didn’t even realize it was daylight savings time. If I would’ve know, then I would’ve gotten here on time, I promise. I really don’t understand what happened.”

The T-Rex’s gaze stays trained on me with a potent intensity, searing into the depths of my soul until, suddenly, he cracks. A smile erupts across the T-Rex’s expression, unable to contain himself any longer.

Soon enough. The dinosaur is howling with laughter. “That was priceless,” he cackles. “I’m not an asshole, Breg. You really think I’d fire you?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just started working here.”

“I’m not gonna fire you,” he laughs, then suddenly becomes deadly serious again. “Unless, I am.”

“Wait, are you?” I blurt.

The dinosaur cracks again, returning to his jovial nature and giving me a loving pat on the shoulder. “No, Breg. Not yet anyway,” he offers. “I’m Jom, by the way. You’re gonna be shadowing me.”

“Oh that’s great,” I continue. “I’m so glad to hear it.”

“Follow me,” the dinosaur instructs. “I’ll show you how the sausage is made.”

We dive into a tour of the building, starting with our current floor and then gradually working our way into other areas. In all honesty, for as luxurious and high profile as these halls of international business are, they’re also kind of boring, grand architecture giving way to a host of tedious number crunching within.

Fortunately, my guide somehow manages to make things fun. At first he came off like a bit of a jerk, but throughout the day our relationship evolves. He stops teasing me, gradually seeing me as a companion on this journey through the purgatory of work-life.

But is that all there is?

I can’t help but notice the way Jom keeps eyeing my form, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than it should. To be fair, I’ve been doing the same thing to him, entranced by this dinosaur’s undeniably handsome face and chiseled physique.

Eventually, we arrive at a corner office, this particular space boasting a jaw-dropping view of the New York skyline. Buildings stretch on and on for miles, our position gazing down at some of the tallest landmarks of this city like some incredible hovering eye. It feels as though I’m in a helicopter, and walking towards the window causes a sizzle of nervous tension to shoot though my frame.

“This is incredible,” I gush, my eyes slowly drifting from one side of the landscape to the other, taking it all in.

It’s only now that I notice how late it is. The day has flown by, and while there are people working away in this international place of business at all hours of the night, most folks have probably gone home. The sky above has already started to bloom in a stain of breathtaking purples and oranges, stretching out like a canvas for the first twinkling stars to make their evening debut.

“It’s not bad, right?” Jom admits, stepping up next to me and letting out a long sigh.

There’s something in his tone that seems off, as though he doesn’t actually mean what he’s saying. He’s not being sarcastic, but there are certainly layers to our conversation I can’t quiet pierce.

“So you’re trying to get in with the big man upstairs, huh?” Jom states.

I hesitate, then nod. “Yeah.”

“Why?” my dinosaur companion continues.

I furrow my brow, turning to give him an awkward glance. “Money, of course.”

Jom cracks a smile. “Well, the money isn’t bad—I’ll give you that—but there’s a lot that comes along with it. Sometimes I wish I’d never stepped foot in this building… the things it’s done to me.”

“You seem fine,” I reply.

The T-Rex chuckles. “Well, I appreciate that, you seem fine, too.”

For some reason this show of affection plunges us into a moment of awkward silence. For the first time, I realize that my potent attraction to the dinosaur might not be as one sided as I initially thought.

“The succession has really taken over everything,” Jom reveals. “I have no social life, nothing really brings me joy anymore. At this point I’d rather have a suck session!”

This comment doesn’t alleviate any tension. In fact, it just layers it on even thicker.

“Was that a joke?” I finally question.

Jom smiles. “No Breg, I really want to have a suck session,” he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm, then immediately switches gears. “Or do I?”

“I don’t know!” I laugh. “You tell me.”

“Would you like it if we did?” Jom continues.

“Sure,” I retort.

The dinosaur steps a little closer, pushing up against me. “I bet you would.”

Jom pauses here for a moment, his expression perfectly riding the line between deathly serious and comically absurd. The tension in the room is now unbearable, an erotic weight crushing us from every direction.

Finally, it breaks.

Our lips suddenly meet in a fit of passion, making out furiously as we lose ourselves in the moment.

It doesn’t last, however.

“Wait, wait,” Jom blurts, pulling away. “We can’t do this. I’m technically your boss. There’s a huge imbalance of power.”

I freeze, not wanting to stop but slowly—dreadfully—realizing that he’s got a point. I want him so badly, but there’s something about this situation that just doesn’t sit right. With all the moving parts of this billion dollar succession and the business that surrounds it, I can’t imagine a version of our intimate connection that doesn’t get very, very complicated.

So long as we both work for Roylo Inc, this just isn’t going to work.

“You’re right,” I finally sigh. “I want you so bad, but…” I trail off, the disappointment overwhelming me.

“I’ll just quit,” the dinosaur suddenly announces.

His words cause my heart to skip a beat. I’d never ask him to do this, of course, but the offer seems genuine, and the implications run deep. We’ve spent no more than a day together here at the office, but right now it feels like I’ve known Jom my whole life. Our connection is more potent than it has any right to be, and yet recognizing the absurdity of this blooming love does absolutely nothing to change it.

“Really?” I question, preparing for another shift in his demeanor as he reveals yet another sarcastic joke.

“Really,” Jom replies, stone-faced. “I quit.”

The two of us erupt in a fit of passion yet again, our lips meeting as our hands desperately explore one another’s bodies. Clothing is swiftly torn away as we strip each other down, removing our suits piece by piece and tossing the fabric to the side, exposing our nude forms to the cool office air.

Jom starts by caressing my shoulders and chest, working his way across my form. He’s exploring every nuance of my body, taking his time to learn me as his fingers drift lower and lower. Soon enough, his attention is hovering directly above my swollen cock, dancing back and forth across my waistline but refusing to cross this border as the tension builds.

“I’d rather have a suck session than a succession,” he whispers in my ear, repeating his line from earlier but delivering it with complete sincerity. “As long as it’s with you.”

The dinosaur finally has mercy, reaching down and wrapping his prehistoric claw around my swollen cock. A startled groan escapes my lips as he grips me tight, pumping his hand up and down my length.

There’s a craving in this dinosaur’s eyes, and he won’t stop until it’s been satisfied.

Jom quickly drops to his knees before me, opening his T-Rex jaws and gracefully dragging his tongue across my shaft. He starts at the base, then slowly licks me in a powerful, singular motion. When this handsome dinosaur reaches the head of my shaft he opens wide and takes me between his lips, immediately getting to work as he bobs his head.

I lean back and let out a satisfied groan, bracing myself against the edge of Jom’s desk.

This dinosaur is incredibly skilled, working my cock in a way unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. There’s a method that other humans seem to fall into, a simple up and down pump, but the techniques of this dinosaur are exotic and new, quickly filling me to the brim with unknown pleasures.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, pushing back against him in time with the movements of his reptilian lips. “That’s so fucking good.”

And it is so fucking good, but maybe that’s the problem. I abruptly realize that I’m already seconds away from blowing my load, my body clenching tight as the first hints of climax begin to surge through me.

I want so badly to lean into this moment, to let the sensations overwhelm my form, but I deny this erotic pull. This is a suck session, not a suck solo.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I blurt, pushing the handsome T-Rex back. “It’s your turn now.”

I pull Jom up, kissing him briefly on the lips and then drifting down his form. Soon enough, our positions have been swapped.

I gaze up at the handsome dinosaur with cock-hungry lust in my eyes, rabid for his prehistoric rod. The cock in question bobs in the air before me, projected out from Jom’s body like a scaly green rocket.

I don’t hesitate, opening my mouth and slipping his shaft between my lips. I immediately get to work, finding a pace and pumping myself over his member with wild, reckless enthusiasm. Jom had his technique locked down, and I know I can’t compete with his abilities in that particular race. What I can do, however, is perform with raw power and enthusiasm, providing him the ride of his life not with technical ability, but fervent enthusiasm.

I pump my face across the dinosaur’s rod with belligerent intensity, sloppy and wild as I quickly escalate my speed. Faster and faster I push, until there’s simply no room left to elevate.

I quickly shift into a different maneuver, pushing down and refusing to pull back as Jom’s massive cock drives deep into my gullet. He plunges well past the expected limits of my gag reflex, my face coming to rest against his T-Rex abs.

I hold like this for as long as I possibly can, allowing this suck session to culminate in a stunning deep throat. Jom places his hands on the back of my head, savoring the feeling of being fully consumed, until I finally pull back in a belligerent gasp for air.

“Fuck me,” I snarl. “I need that dinosaur cock up my ass.”
 I fall to the floor on my hands and knees, stripping away any clothing I have left and frantically tossing it away. I pop my ass out towards the T-Rex, wiggling it playfully as I coax him down into position.

Jom doesn’t need to be told twice. The dinosaur maneuvering behind me and aligning his fat prehistoric rod with the puckered entrance of my back door. He teases me for a moment, pushing against my tightness and then pulling back before my body has the chance to accept his girth.

“Please,” I groan.

“You know what they say,” the dinosaur replies, a mischievous grin on his face. “You can’t make a Jomelette without pounding a few Bregs.”

The T-Rex gives in, pushing forward and plunging his massive rod into the depths of my ass. I accept him fully, my fingers gripping the floor of this luxurious office as I push back against the dinosaur’s weight.

Wrangling Jom’s cock within my throat hadn’t been easy, but it’s nothing compared to this. I now find my body stretched to its absolute limits, extended so far that it feels as though my asshole might break from the tension.

It doesn’t snap, however, and Jom is a patient lover, taking his time with me and allowing my body to adjust to his incredible size. For the first few moments my T-Rex lover doesn’t move an inch, just letting any discomfort within me slowly melt away.

Eventually, Jom begins to pump in and out of my body, rocking his hips as the two of us fall into a pleasant rhythm. It’s not long until we’ve found our pace, the uncomfortable ache transforming into a glorious warmth at the pit of my stomach.

With every hammer against my backside the feelings grow, blooming in my depths and then spilling out across my arms and legs. I can feel vibrations of pleasure sizzling across my skin as I take every inch of the dinosaur’s rod.

I reach down and grab ahold of my hanging dick, beating myself off in time with the slams up my asshole. These two distinct sources of pleasure immediately begin to work together, swirling in an erotic cocktail and transforming into something wholly unique.

“Fuck me Jom, fuck me Jom,” I start to mumble, the words spilling out of my mouth in a frantic mantra. Every time I repeat this phrase my vocalizations become a little louder, eventually transforming into maniacal shrieks. “Fuck me Jom!”

By now the quaking sensations within have overwhelmed my entire frame, vibrating through me and threatening to erupt at any moment. The feelings of this inevitable climax are almost too much to bear, and for a moment I consider pulling back, but by then it’s already too late.

The orgasm hits me hard, tearing through my body in a mighty wave. I start with my teeth clenched in a ferocious hiss, but soon enough this has transformed into a full-on scream, crying out at the top of my lungs as hot white jizz erupts from the head of my shaft. All the while Jom doesn’t let up with his powerful slams, carrying me through the entirety of my climax.

It’s only once I’ve finished that the dinosaur in my ass pushes deep and unleashes a payload of his own, filing me to the brim with his prehistoric spunk. The jizz comes pumping out in a series of powerful spurts, eventually spilling from the rim of my tightly packed ass and running down the back of my legs in a beautiful pearly streak.

Seconds later, Jom and me are collapsing into a pile, utterly satisfied as we struggle to catch our breath.

“That was… amazing,” I gush.

“Yeah,” the dinosaur agrees.

For the first time since I’ve arrived in this building, I don’t feel the oppressive grip of tension that’s been wrapped around my heart like an ever tightening tourniquet. At first, I’m not entirely sure why, but the answer dawns on me quickly.

I don’t care about this job anymore.

“Are you sure you want to quit?” I ask the dinosaur lying next to me.

Jom sits up and nods. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” he replies. “Well, maybe there’s one thing I’ve been just as sure of.”

The dinosaur leans in and gives me yet another deep kiss on the lips.

“Why do you ask?” Jom continues when he finally pulls away.

I take a deep breath, considering whether or not this is really the path I want to take, then realizing it’s the onlypath to take. “I’m gonna quit, too,” I announce. “Despite all that cash, everyone here seems pretty miserable. I mean, it’s only my first day, so it’s not as big of a deal as you quitting, but-”

Jom raises his claw to stop me, shaking his head. “Don’t sell yourself short. It is a big deal. You could’ve potentially made a lot of money.”

“And been miserable in the process,” I confirm.

The dinosaur nods. “What are you gonna do instead?”

“Date you,” I retort.

Jom smiles. “I mean for work.”
 My thoughts drift back to Uncle Ewey and his environmental conservation project. “I think I’m gonna start focusing on charity work a little more,” I reply.

The second I say this, the phone in Jom’s office begins to ring, drawing our attention and prompting my heart to skip a beat. The two of us just stare at this device, slowly realizing what the call could mean.

“You should probably get that,” I finally state. “It might be Rogan offering you the position.”

Jom stands up, but he doesn’t walk over to answer the phone. Instead, he turns around and extends his prehistoric claw, helping me to my feet. “I quit, remember?” he retorts with a mischievous smile. “Let’s get out of here.”