Looking up from the floor, the view was real. The skin was dark, though not like a tan or a natural color human.
There was fur on the thick legs up the body turned into a rounded beard amidst the flowing long hair.
The form didn't speak, though his lips were stretched in a smile. It wasn't a grin so much as a smile of pleasure, peace and acknowledgement.
Andre had slept in his bed for sometime before awakening on the floor. His penis was rock hard as it always was these days. His left hand rubbed and stroked while his right hand juggled his testicles and eventually pet his taint on its way to his butthole.
Once there, the rhythm began between three fingers inside him and his hand on his prick. Andre took his time, the pleasure would build and all would end too soon as it had before. So amid the darkness of his bedroom, time wasn't measured in deadlines.
There was a light, he presumed from the moonlit sky outside his bare windows. Andre had stared at the stars for hours even when not seeking physical pleasures.
His breaths had been deep though hurried, he moved to his knees struggling to keep both hands busy. His muscles ached as he lifted a leg for a period of time, and then found a new position that would stimulate different muscles that contributed to his total physical involvement.
Each stroke burned, each finger probe felt warm flesh inside. Andre thought of men he knew and images that came from some other part of his mind. There were memories of locker rooms, internet videos, swimming pool sightings and strangers he spied.
They blew their existence on the coals of his passion, keeping them red hot inside him. None would cool until others glowed red hot. It hadn't been quite that hard to experience before though he had tried.
Each time was different. Andre expected that. Not all were memorable, rather functional draining so he could pursue whatever chores life demanded of him.
Sometimes it was a quiet and quick flash other times a struggle, but that night was special. There was indeed a fire inside, but more demanding was the need he felt, an emptiness he was trying to fulfill.
At times his arms had ached from his relentless attention or elongated efforts. They ached now but there was no temptation to stop or rest, only to keep going ignoring the numb strain in the muscle groups throughout his body.
Arms, legs, back, stomach, chest, neck, layers on the surface and deeper layers he rarely felt seemed to gather, tighten, stretch and stimulate at the same time.
That was when he looked upwards to see the form standing there watching him. It didn't startle him nor distract him. Rather the form seemed to speak words without moving lips. There were urges of activity without movement.
His arms felt the feet, strong, defined, and manly yet soft. His fingers slowly moved through the fur like a thick forest of grass he had to push aside for his journey. As his fingers moved upwards over the perfectly rounded muscles, the fur became more hair-like.
His knees felt the floor now as he reached upwards, his fingers intent on moving over the thick thighs front and back.
His hands felt the feathered wings whose tips touched the back of the forms legs. They were smooth, their color not white but glowing as if reflecting the light that streamed through the window.
Andre heard his heartbeat and breaths, excited, fast yet not demanding a change in his behavior. The fingers moved to the belly expecting man sized glands, there were none.
His words asked and the words he heard said "wait". The fur turning hair parted and the thickness seemed to grow as the wings of feathers subsided. Andre reached for one last touch of them, but heard a quiet "no".
Instead of the wings, the thickness now dangled in front of him, laying over the chasm between two large round globes underneath. His tongue touched it and the skin moved backwards revealing pinker skin underneath in the form of a rounded shape much like his own.
Andre licked the tip and tasted the sweetness that had emitted there.
Electricity moved through him as the form's fingers touched his bare shoulders lightly. The charge flowed like warm water through him moving down Andre's spine and spreading outwards like a weeping willow tree branches until his very toes were warmed.
Andre moved his fingers higher while his tongue tasted the forms cock trying to consume it but unable due to it's growing size. He had no trouble previously with thickness but his lips couldn't stretch open far enough to handle the one inside him.
And it didn't feel like a penis but rather something indefinable, moving deeper and deeper as if snaking into him without effort around Andre's teeth, gag point or diameter of his throat. Yet he could inhale and exhale as if it weren't there.
Andre's fingers found the nipples, both extended far and stimulating his fingers to explore each of them.
The hands were under each armpit now. Sometime unrealized he had been lifted, the furry form teasing his mostly smooth body meeting his skin chest, stomach, belly, legs.
Yet the feeling of the consumed cock remained. It couldn't be explained. He didn't want it to be.
The electric like touch of the form's fingers moved down Andre's back and over his buttocks. They touched lightly yet felt like they were massaging at the same time.
A blanket of warmth spread from his chest to his sides and around him. Andre could only thing of the wings he had touched earlier surrounding him in a protective cocoon like covering.
The lips were dry but the tongue moved outwards like a river that flowed between Andre's own lips and over his tongue. Like earlier he felt the tongue now moving like warm lava in his mouth, exploring his teeth, flesh and throat, continuing down his esophagus into his very being, his gut and into his own penis. Andre felt his balls in a way never before experienced as the lava like tongue seemed to explore them from inside their fleshy sac.
The form nodded. The unheard question was answered. The cock parted him but there were not stretching sensations or initial pain. Andre's anal opening opened as if anticipating the arrival and another sense of both electricity and warmth spread from that point across his buttocks and upwards into his intestines.
Andre couldn't resist, he didn't want to. There was only experiencing what the form gave him. It went deep and yet wide at the same time.
Andre had been fucked before, but there was pain, breathless insertion, sweat, begging, cursing and pleasure that would subside too quickly.
This was different in a way he could never explain. It was like something was going through his physical being, testing each tendon, muscle, gland and segment of flesh and function of blood flow.
Nerve endings Andre never knew existed seemed to resonate as the form stimulated and explored him from the inside.
Hands continued to move over the outside of Andre's body at the same time, as if they were now moving through a layer of hair or fur he didn't have before this experience. His brain recorded each touch, each movement, and each sensation overloading his entire being.
Andre begged out loud and mentally but didn't know what he begged for. There was no struggle as he had experience in previous sexual encounters. Andre felt like a lifeless being in the grasp of one that wanted to test him.
The fire suddenly became hotter and he gasped knowing that an ending was near. Would the form slide out of him when it ended? Would it continue as date had done before intent on their own satisfaction rather then just his own?
An earthquake like shutter began that started in his legs which Andre realized were not touching the floor. His hips vibrated. It wasn't just Andre's skeleton that registered the sensation but his vary flesh.
The form supported him. Andre didn't know what position he was in how the form could be inside his throat and butt at the same time. Were there two of them?
He had experienced multiple partners before in the darkness of rooms behind bars that he was too young to enter. Those were experiences he hadn't expected the first time, but returned to experience many times afterwards.
The orgasm was coming, Andre knew that. But it wasn't like others. Fluid that existed inside him seemed to flow to his gut then his crotch. It flowed out of him and a series of internal explosions seemed to push more and more out of him.
Looking up Andre saw the smile. It was different, pleasant but different as if satisfied it had learned what it intended. Somehow he knew that, again without words.
The fur was thick and the long wings again touched the back of his legs. Andre reached to touch but felt nothing.
The wings moved outwards as if to spread widely but didn't, instead they surrounded the form and then it was gone.
Andre awoke in the morning sun. Still naked he felt tired. He felt satisfied. Andre felt the thickness inside him as if it was still there. The morning sky still had an image of the moon, translucent at first then fading into the blueness.
And with it the sensations subsided leaving him confused, empty and yet satisfied.