Gay T-Rex Law Firm: Executive Boner - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

about eight dang years ago one of first tinglers chuck ever wrote was GAY T-REX LAW FIRM: EXECUTIVE BONER and it has since become a big hit. this story is satire of common ‘sex contract’ idea mostly popular at time from other famous erotica tale ’50 shades of not okay’. first of all playful sex contract as game between consenting buckaroos is great way to prove love there are ways to do this that FEEL dangerous but actually are just fun consenting pounds with a wink and a nod.

so at base i have never had HUGE problem with GAY T-REX LAW FIRM: EXECUTIVE BONER but i have always had medium discomfort because these issues are complicated and i do not think i was a good enough writer at the time for this satire to fully work. intent was not executed perfect on important issue where it SHOULD be perfect and THIS IS MY FAULT. swing and miss from chuck, not strike out but maybe dang foul ball that worlds greatest author chuck was never quite comfortable with.

anyway despite this book selling very well chuck recently took it off sale as MORAL CHOICE because consent is important message for my way and i do not feel right if story was accidentally walking this line as failed satire. this is not because there was some big buckaroo outrage (everyone already seemed to love this book much more than chuck did actually) it was PERSONAL CHOICE chuck made myself with goal to rewrite and improve.

WELL GUESS WHAT BUDS GAY T-REX LAW FIRM EXECUTIVE BONER IS BACK ON SALE. same t-rex gangbang action with much more enthusiastic consent that is clear and upfront. i have rewritten and fixed parts i had issues with making lead character EQUAL PARTNER at firm instead of secretary and removing love contract entirely (although as i have said there are ways for consenting adults to do this as playful game it was just not sitting right with chuck in context of this story).

but there is other ARTISTIC ISSUE at play here that chuck would like to speak on and that is issue of: AFTER RELEASED INTO WORLD IS ART FIXED OR MALLEABLE?

recently seems like there has been lots of talk on artists making problematic content and REFUSING TO CHANGE IN THE NAME OF THEIR ART and i would say there are some reasonable points behind this way. chuck is not fan of censorship and it is important to have voices that make us uncomfortable. HOWEVER chuck also thinks saying ‘THIS IS DONE WHEN I SAY IT IS MY ART IS MINE AND NOT YOURS TO CHANGE’ is not a trot i agree with.

old chuck believes art is not just whats on the dang page or canvas or vinyl record but WHAT CIRCLES AROUND IT. this timeline is constantly moving and growing, and while it is okay for a piece to stay the same, it is always secretly shifting because the world that VIEWS it is always shifting as well. when something chuck makes goes into this churning timeline IT IS NO LONGER MINE IT BELONGS TO ALL OF US and while this can be overdone like steve spielberg replacing guns with walkie talkies in E.T. BAILEY’S: A SPACE STORY or george loomis requesting endless hot aliens in redone version of old STARS WAR, it is also important to remember this option is available WHEN NEEDED and it is not a betrayal of art because ART IS ALIVE AND MOVING ALL THE TIME.

as a creator, it is somethings a good idea to wander around the sheep field and say ‘wait a minute where the heck did that sheep wander off to? is it beyond the fence? is a bad group using it for something cruel? do i need to bring it back and have a stern look at this piece and my responsibility in its creation?’ obviously this is BROADER discussion than just chuck and my dang erotica books, but something to think on today if you are creator. ANYWAY BUDS ENJOY RERELEASE OF GAY T-REX LAWFIRM: EXECUTIVE BONER and remember we can always do better even if nobody is asking that of us we can ask it of ourselves

When Donny lands a job at Jurassic Law, the world’s leading T-rex law firm, he’s absolutely thrilled. More than qualified to work there, the dinosaurs immediately promote him to be the first human partner.

Donny’s predecessor left a plethora of loose ends, and he won’t be able to enjoy this new position until things are sorted out. Fortunately, that won’t stop his new T-Rex co-workers from planning a welcome party!

Soon enough, Donny has found himself at the center of a gay T-rex gangbang that gives new meaning to the term, “dinosaur bones.”

This erotic tale is 3,800 words of sizzling human on gay dinosaur action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, double penetration, gangbangs and t-rex lawyer love.

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GAY T-REX LAW FIRM: EXECUTIVE BONER

By Chuck Tingle

“I see that you’ve done secretarial work before. It was at another law firm?” The T-rex across the desk from me asks. “Two years of experience there?”

“Yes” I tell him, trying to hide the nervous waver in my voice. “A small one.”

“And why did you leave?”

“Well, I just didn’t see my work leading anywhere. I’m from a small town, and the firm wasn’t quite as fulfilling as a firm like this one is.” I tell him, glancing around the massive office that I sit in, the New York skyline stretching out forever in the windows behind me. “I wanted to do more with myself.”

“You have a law degree, though.” The T-rex says, as if I didn’t already know this.

“Yes.” I nod.

“So why are you applying for the secretary position?” He questions.

“Jobs are hard to find these days, even with my qualifications. I’m just happy to be applying for a job with one of the leading law offices in all of New York City. It’s an honor to be inside this building.”

The T-rex nods slightly, his eyes still scanning over my resume. He’s incredibly hard to read, sharp and focused. His lips form a tight line across his expressionless dinosaur face.

My heart is pounding out of my chest.

“Okay, just a few more questions.” He finally says. “Have you ever worked for a dinosaur before?”

I shake my head. “No sir, but I’m excited about the prospect.”

With this, the T-rex raps on the table with his tiny little hand and stands up quickly. “Please excuse me,” He says. “I’ll be right back.” Seconds later, he’s gone, leaving me to sit alone in his bright luxurious office.

The room is beautifully furnished with a modern flair, a minimalist workspace that would look perfectly at home in an architecture or contemporary design magazine.

Moments later the T-rex reenters, not wasting any time. “Alright Donny, you’re the man we’ve been looking for. There’s just one thing…”

My body clenches tight as I hear this, braced for yet another excuse. I’ve gotten this close before, and by new I should know it’s a futile exercise to get my hopes up. There’s always something in the way, a fly in the ointment that keeps any decent law position just out of reach.

“You’re overqualified,” the T-Rex continues.

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head in frustration as I struggle to keep it together. “I understand,” I offer. “Thank you for taking the time to see me.”

“Wait,” the dinosaur counters, lifting his claw to stop me. “Not like that. You’re overqualified for the secretary position, but we’d like to make you an equal partner. Welcome to Jurassic Law.”

I stand up in complete shock, having thoroughly convinced myself that this interview was going terribly. I shake the T-rex’s hand, briefly taking note of how cold his scaled skin is. “Oh my god,” I stammer. “Thank you very much, sir.”

“You’ll start tomorrow morning.” He tells me.

As if my interview wasn’t nerve wrecking enough, the first day of work I’m a living, breathing ball of stress. I’m dressed as professional as I can muster without looking twenty years older than I actually am, a sleek black suit and my dark hair parted neatly to the side.

I look good and I know it, a young, fresh-faced guy in the big city. But today I’ll need a little more help than that, a human has never been a partner at Jurassic Law.

I scan my keycard in the building lobby then hop inside an elevator and quickly punch the button for floor ten. As the door begins to close a T-rex in a grey suit picks up his pace and slips inside.

“You must be Donny, the new partner!” He says, extending his clawed dino-hand. “I’m Tyson, Tyson Rex. Very nice too meet you.”

I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you too, Tyson.” I tell him.

“I guess we’re peers now,” he says with a laugh as the elevator shoots upwards. “Dinosaur and human working side by side. Who would’ve thought?”

“It’s an honor,” I reply.

Tyson nods. “I’ll show you to your desk.”

We reach our floor and step out into a bustling office. Tyson leads me past the front check-in and down through a large series of corridors until we reach the main room, which is mostly a long series of desks and doors leading to the various partners at the firm. Each desk has a T-rex answering phones and taking messages, all of them apparently very busy this morning. As we walk past them I receive a series of looks that could only be described as awkward, me being the new human and all, but I don’t have enough time to really consider them because moments later we’ve reached the end of the hall.

Two large double doors stand menacingly before us, but a single open office remains to the left.

“This is your office,” the dinosaur offers, pointing to my space.

I poke my head in, taking a moment to appreciate the incredible view.

“Whose is this?” I finally ask, nodding at the double doors marking the end of the hall.

Tyson grins with a sharp-toothed smile. “Mine.”

“How’d you get such a nice one?” I joke.

“I’m senior partner.” He tells me in complete deadpan.

My face turns bright red. “Sorry, sir.” I hurry over to my new desk and sit down in the empty chair, straightening things out as Tyson bursts out laughing.

“Just call me Tyson!” he offers. “Remember, we’re all peers here, the senior partner title just means I take care of party planning.”

“Oh, okay,” I reply. “Is that how most law firms do it?”

Tyson shrugs. “Probably not. Dinosaur lawyers love to party, though.” After giving me a brief rundown Tyson retreats back into his office though the large double doors, leaving me to sit in front of a whole pile of unorganized papers that wait to be filed. I take a deep breath and then clear my thoughts, time to get to work.

The minutes slowly turn into hours and somehow the stack of things that I need to organize seems to grow larger and larger as I go, thanks mostly to the continuous delivery of more and more paperwork from office curriers throughout the day. I feel like I am drowning in paper, trying and failing to stay above the constant stream of white rectangles.

I don’t expect it to be like this every day, but it appears my predecessor left his post with a lot of unfinished business. For my first few weeks I’ll be playing catch up.

As the evening grows later I glance down the row of desks and realize that several of the other workers, both human and Tyrannosaur alike, have already left and gone home, finished with the day’s organizational duties.

“Sorry.” A mail boy interrupts my train of thought as he drops off yet another stack of papers on the desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap at him.

The guy says nothing, just turns around and hurries away. Behind him I can see the sun disappearing slowly over the horizon line, a beautifully frustrating scene.

“Fuck.” I say to myself, lowering my head onto the stack of papers in exhaustion. I lay there for a moment and let my eyelids slip closed and my breathing slow. Just a few moments of rest, I think. The bustling sounds of the office slip farther and farther away as I relax and let my worries drift. I’m sinking into the darkness, letting it envelope me in it’s warm, peaceful embrace.

“Donny?” A deep voice says from behind me, a cool claw on my shoulder.

My eyes shoot open. The office is completely dark and empty, the only dim lighting to been seen is courtesy of the long row of screen savers on the computers to my right. I quickly sit up, realizing that I’d fallen asleep. Tyson stands behind me.

“I’m so sorry,” I say in a panic. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I just...” The words trail off.

“That’s okay.” Tyson tells me calmly. “We’ll have a secretary hired for you by next week, but right now things are gonna be a little rough. Fortunately, there’s plenty of stuff planned for this week to help you relax.”

“Wait, what?” I ask, confused.

“Your big welcoming party!” Tyson explains. “Every new partner at Jurassic Law gets a celebration when they arrive.”

“But why?” I stammer. “There’s so much work to do.”

“I told you dinosaur lawyers like to party.” Tyson laughs a deep, prehistoric laugh as he says this.

“That’s a little irresponsible, isn’t it?” I venture, slightly pissed off now.

“Well, we are carnivores.” Tyson smiles, showing two glinting rows of dagger like teeth. He pulls out a chair across from me and sits down, face to face. “What do you want?” He asks.

“Right now?”

“From this party.”

I think about his question for a moment and then finally answer. “I’d rather just file these papers.”

Tyson nods. “It’s always work with you humans isn’t it? Something other than work.”

I hesitate a moment, considering his question. As I stare deep into this handsome dinosaurs eyes, I can’t help the surge of arousal that suddenly washes over me. I try my best to push it away, immediately purging this simmering attraction from my thoughts, but the subtle erotic hum holds fast.

“What have people done in the past?” I suddenly blurt, my words coming out awkward and tabled.

The dinosaur pulls back a bit, startled by my outburst, then smiles. “I have a list of previous party themes, but keep in mind most of these are traditional dinosaur parties. The celebration is totally up to you.”

“Of course,” I reply.

Tyson smiles. “Great.”

The next thing I know, Tyson is opening a briefcase and pulling out a long list. He hands it over to me and I read aloud.

“Murder mystery party, rave, pool party, afternoon BBQ, scary story campfire, potluck picnic, gangbang,” I stop abruptly on the last one, then glance up at Tyson, struggling to stifle my laughter. “I’m sorry, that means something else for humans.”

The dinosaurs just chuckles. “Actually… it means the same thing.”

My eyes go wide. “Wait, what?”

Tyson shrugs. “What can I say, the nineteen seventies were a trip. Obviously, nobodies’ picked that one in decades, but most people wanna see a complete list of their options.”

I’m trying my best to act natural, pretending I’m not incredibly interested in this particular choice.

Tyson notices this change in my demeanor. “I mean… it’s up to you,” he reminds me. “And the other partners, obviously. If everyone’s up for it, though…”

The dinosaur trails off.

My arousal has reached a fever pitch, unable to remain cool and collected any longer. I know what I want.

I grab a pen and circle the word gangbang,then scribbling my name across the bottom line. “I know how to party, too.”

Tyson is shocked. “Oh… whoa,” he offers with a chuckle. The T-Rex stands up from his chair. “There’s a lot more planning for a murder mystery party so this is great news. Let me go check with the rest of the board. Gotta make sure everyone is comfortable with this.”

Oh my god, what did I do?

“Wait,” I stammer, erupting to my feet and stopping Tyson in his tracks. “This is crazy. What if I change my mind?

The dinosaur turns to face me, a look of deep sincerity on his face. “This is your celebration, so you’re the one in charge. You can change your mind for any reason, at any time, and if you’d rather just skip the party that’s all good.”

But I don’t wanna skip the party.

“I’m into it,” I finally continue.

Tyson nods. “I’ll be right back.”

The next thing I know, Tyson has disappeared from sight.

I stand quietly in my office, listening as the sound of a hearty discussion carries out from a nearby board room. My heart is slamming hard within my chest, but the first day nervousness has subsided.

Now, I’m actually getting excited.

Finally, the dinosaur returns. “Come on,” Tyson offers with a grin, motioning down the hall. “You lead the way.”

I walk slowly towards the double doors as Tyson trails behind.

As I move closer and closer the door slowly creeks open on it’s own, revealing a large boardroom with an enormous oak table positioned in the center off it. Surrounding the table are several dinosaurs, dressed to the nines in suit and ties, watching hungrily as I approach while in the back of the room a fireplace roars. It’s full of rippling red flames.

Tyson closes the doors behind us.

“This is Donny!” Tyson announces to the ground. “He’s the new partner that you’ve all heard so much about.”

The group applauds in approval.

Tyson motions to the crowd of dinosaurs, prompting me to look them all over. He leans in close, whispering something in my ear.

“What do you think?” he questions.

I suddenly realize Tyson’s making sure I’m still up for the party. He’s making sure I’m attracted to the rest of the partners.

I look over the group carefully, taken by each and every one of them. Unfortunately, there are two I’m not super into. I let Tyson know.

The dinosaur loudly clears his throat. “Hey Rimbler and Croons, we’ll catch you after the party for drinks, okay?”

The two dinosaurs nods, waving as they head for the exit. Soon enough, only the hottest of the bunch remain.

Guess I’m fucking these dinosaurs tonight.

I begin stripping off my button up shirt and pulling down my slacks. I move slowly and deliberately, revealing the black boxer briefs that were hidden underneath. As my skin hits the warm air I shudder, a chill of arousal running down my spine.

Once down to my bare essentials, I step forward and climb onto the long, narrow table, making my way across it on hands and knees. The dinosaurs seem to enjoy this, and they begin to stand up from their chairs and gather around me, Tyson included. They gather at the edges of the table, large enough that they tower above me while I crawl, with their green, throbbing T-rex dicks pointing out at me from every direction.

I sit back on my knees and reach out with each hand to grab two of the monstrous shafts. The beasts rear back and moan deeply while I stroke them, reeling from the sensation of my tight grip. I smile up at them and, trembling with arousal, ask, “You like what a nasty new partner at Jurassic Law I am?”

The dinosaurs huff and puff in approval. Eventually, they begin to switch places, taking turns between my fingers until finally one of them has had enough and grabs my head, then pushes my mouth down around his gigantic rod. The penetration is unexpected, and I quickly find myself gagging as his thickness presses up against the edge of my gag reflex. The T-rex pumps in and out of me until finally he lets me up and I gasp for air, frantically trying to ready myself for the next insertion. It comes fast, but this time I’m ready, relaxing my throat and letting his entire length slip down into me, taking him deeper than even I expected I was capable. Eventually, I find my face pressed against his green, toned abs, lapping at his balls with my tongue like a puppy while I deep throat his cock. The dinosaur lawyer pumps up and down, fucking my face until finally passing me onto the next one in line, who quickly picks up where the last left off.

The handsome T-Rex’s continue like this for quite a while, treating me like a horny human sex toy, then finally one of them grabs me by the ass and spins me around on the table. He takes my boxer briefs and tears them off in one firm rip, then aligns his engorged cock with my tight ass and pushes into me with brutal force.

I gasp out loud as the dino stretches the limits of my toned body. His Jurassic cock fills me to the brim, yet I can’t help but push my body back against him. We find a rhythm as he fucks me from behind and, the next thing I know, another creature steps out in front, shoving his dick down my throat. Now pinned between them, I’m lost in a state of utter bliss as the dinosaur lawyers take me from both ends. When the one behind me pushes forward, the one before me pushes back in time, pumping together within my body as I struggle to maintain their enormous shafts.

By now, the nervous anxiety has melted away into something else, a deep, aching arousal that swims through my blood in the most sensual way imaginable. Still on my hands and knees, I let one hand slip down across my stomach and onto my throbbing cock. The stimulation is almost too much to bear, but before I get a chance to cum I suddenly find myself being lifted off of the table in one of the lawyer’s tiny T-rex arms.

“Fuck me!” I cry out. “I need more!”

One of the Tyrannosaurs has laid down across the dark oak in my place, his cock jutting out from his body like a thick, powerful tower of sex. I’m suddenly being lowered down onto him, facing away as my asshole draws closer and closer. I’m stopped briefly while the dinosaur aligns himself at my tight backdoor. I try my best to relax, breathing deep in the clutches of the powerful prehistoric lovers, but nothing I do could prepare me for the feeling of tightness as I’m slowly pushed down onto the dino’s massive, pulsing cock.

I let out of cry of aching pleasure, reeling from his incredible girth as a cock substantially larger than the rest of the dinosaur’s impales me. As my body reaches the hilt of his rod I lean back against him in near shock, moaning loudly while my eyes roll back into my head. It feels as though I’m being torn apart.

Of course, that’s only the beginning of what these ancient reptiles have in store for my ripped body. Almost immediately, the T-rex that had picked me up in the first place then positions himself in front of me. Two more of the prehistoric lawyers approach from either side and hold my legs back, spreading me open completely as I’m hammered up the ass from below. The T-rex in front of me aligns his cock with my already filled asshole and then pushes forward, forcefully stretching me as both cocks fill my hole in a powerful double penetration.

I let out a scream of passion, bracing myself as they slam into me. My body trembles with every thrust, stretched to the brink while I’m sandwiched between the two massive dinosaurs with my legs splayed wide.

“Fuck me harder!” I find myself commanding. “Fuck the hell out of my tight ass with those big T-rex cocks!”

The Jurassic Law partners grunt and groan, obeying my commands to ram even harder.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I shriek, a fire in my eyes.

They’re absolutely throttling me now, bearing down with all of their thunder lizard power. I can feel myself drawing closer and closer to an orgasm as they pound me.

“Fuck me!” I yell, but the words are suddenly cut off as one of the tyrannosaurs that holds my leg decides to grab me by the head and stuff his cock down my throat. I gag on it, taken by surprise and trying desperately to center myself.

Suddenly, I’m completely lost in a mass of pounding erections and cold scaly flesh. I can’t think straight, although I am vaguely aware of the Jurassic lawyers trading positions within me, swapping places and making sure that everyone has a chance to ride my asshole. The aching sensation of cumming grows stronger and stronger now and I find myself reaching down to my cock to help my body along. I stroke myself rapidly, the sensation almost too much to bear until finally the feelings explode within me.

I gargle a frantic squeal around the cock in my throat and then quake with ecstasy, thrashing about while I’m debased in every hole. My stomach contracts tight, as if it’s all I can do to hold myself together during the massive waves of sensation that course from head to toe. Hot ropes of semen eject from the end of my stiff rod.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the feelings pass and I collapse back onto the table in exhaustion. The T-rex lawyers remove themselves from my ass and mouth, preparing to clean up with I suddenly lift my head, ravenous with lust.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand to know. “I’m not done yet. I need more T-Rex lawyer cock!”

Amused by my commands, the dinosaurs pull me to the edge of the table, positioning my body so that I’m bent over it with me feet on the ground and my ass in the air.

“Let’s show this human what being tyrant lizards is all about!” One of them bellows.

My handsome dinosaur peers form a line behind me; the whole gang of them hard and ready to blow. The first in line steps up and then pushes his entire length deep into my asshole as a grit my teeth. He begins to pump in and out, steadily at first and then gaining speed as he plows me with his thickness. As his pounding reaches full tilt, the T-Rex lets out a glorious roar and then erupts inside of me, spilling his hot prehistoric jizz up into the farthest reached of my ass. He pushes deep and holds, letting buckets of cum pump up into me before sliding out and letting his limp cock hang, white liquid following closely behind as it runs down my legs in thick streaks.

The next dinosaur quickly takes his place, throttling my tight hole in the same fashion until he pops, as well. The T-rex roars loudly and ejects his semen into my asshole, letting it mix with the load before it.

This continues down the line until all of the ancient creatures have emptied their payloads inside of me, a creamy mixture of dinosaur seed that covers my ass, legs and the floor beneath. When they are all finally finish, I fall back into the chair behind me; naked, satisfied and full of cum.

The next morning I arrive at work early and head straight to my desk, rejuvenated and ready to take on the day. I’ve got a lot of papers to file, so I might as well dive right in and get it done.

Strangely though, when I show up all of the paperwork has been taken care of. I check to make sure this is actually my desk, and it is, so I sit down in my chair and suddenly find myself with nothing to work on.

Suddenly, the mail guy appears out of nowhere. It was too good to be true, I think to myself, preparing for the worst.

He makes his way down the row of desks, dropping off stack after stack of paperwork that needs to be filed while I flinch with the sight of every new delivery. When the mail guy finally reaches my desk there is nothing in his basket but a single letter with my name written across the front in red pen. It’s marked with a strange wax seal displaying the name ‘Tyson Rex’. I open it.

The first thing that falls out is a small card, which reads, ‘Great party last night! Afterwards, we all decided to pitch in a take care of those files. Welcome to the team, partner! – Tyson’