"What? Oh, you're a few minutes away? Okay! ...Huh? Yeah, of course. See you soon!"

Amino tapped the panel of his ArmGear and reclined back in his seat as the snow leopard across from him absently tapped the surface of the table between them, her claw trailing a line of condensation from her cup. They'd been sitting around for a while enjoying a fairly food-free lunch, having only stopped to have some water-- the plan was to wait around for a friend to show up and then go shopping, at least for a little while. However, their friend was running late; as Amino had so indirectly announced to his girlfriend, Abigail, he was only a few minutes out.

They didn't have to wait long; as they sat in the plaza of the southern district of their mountain city, Amino just happened to glance across the courtyard to spot the cheetah approaching, with two friends in tow that Amino hadn't seen before. Honestly, though they were all in a polyamorous relationship-- and had been for the last 2 years since they'd met Lonato, the cheetah, in the woods one fateful day-- they honestly didn't see or know all that much of Lonato's professional life. All they really knew was that he was a mercenary, and that in itself was important work; their work was mixed, but they were often hired to spend time outside of the walls of their city, either to deal with unruly tribes outside of the city or to provide backup to the city's guards, to make sure the wildlife stayed very much in the wild.

As the cheetah approached, the 12-year-old gryphon got to see Lonato's two friends more clearly; one of them was a rather uncommon species, an African Wild Dog-- they were most notable due to their rounded ears and multicoloured features, but Amino hadn't seen a lot of them around. His other friend, however, was quite common; a typical female desert Hyena, with the usual brownish shades. Both were particularly appealing for cubs around their age, though the gryphon was sure both of them were at least a year or two older than him. Once they were close enough to make out even the most minute details, barely a handful of metres away, Lonato hollered his greeting and the gryphon found his gaze meeting the other two easily, who looked to him first before Abigail.

"Took you a while, huh?" Abigail remarked with a smirk, and in return Lonato stuck out his tongue to her, before leaning close to peck her on the cheek. He then turned to do the same to Amino, before he stood back and made a gesture to his two comrades.

"This is Terena," He introduced the female first, who simply nodded, before he gestured to the other. "And Owalo. They're friends of mine from the corps."

"Hi." Abigail smiled warmly at the two of them before glancing over to Amino, watching as the gryphon's gaze briefly glanced and took in the two of them. Living in a mostly nudist society had its perks; sex wasn't taboo, and even encouraged, and no one batted an eye when someone wanted to get a good look. Just as the two of them were looking up and down Amino's light blue and grey-furred body and his little barbed cock, he was taking them in in turn; the hyena had delightfully perky breasts that weren't completely grown in, but still enough to grab, and Owalo, the African Wild Dog, had a cute and desirable-looking sheath and a plump set of pubescent balls. It was hard for him not to look.

"I like your..." Terena spoke first out of the two and made a gesture to Amino in general, whilst Lonato side-eyed her with a cocky smirk. It was unclear whether he had urged them into being interested in him or if they did it of their own accord, but Amino certainly didn't mind. He was a particularly active person when it came to sex, even if it meant doing it in public.

"Thanks." Amino beamed at them and then looked to Abigail, who waggled her eyebrows at him, amused by their flirting. The African Wild Dog moved around to Amino's side and took the spare seat beside him, whilst Lonato went and took the empty spot beside Abigail, scooting in close to her and putting an arm around her. She didn't even look perturbed and merely smirked at him out the corner of her eye, leaning into him slightly.

"Abby told me you got some woman pregnant a while ago," Lonato remarked. "How come you never mentioned it?"

"It is...really that weird? It was 2 years ago." Amino chuckled awkwardly, unsure why he was pressing for the information. Their society was so streamlined that the act of raising kids didn't have to be entirely a parent's responsibility; Amino and Abigail were both outcomes of a communal orphanage system that had a solid framework and proper infrastructure, but Lonato was the opposite, and had experienced actual parenthood due to his own family's willingness to raise him as their own. The act of getting the mystery woman pregnant wasn't a bad thing-- in fact, it was encouraged-- but Amino wouldn't see his offspring for several years, and there was no ownership to take up the mantle of a father, especially at the age of 12.

"I was just curious. I don't know what it's like, you know?" Lonato snickered and Amino waved a hand at him, dismissing it. Frankly, he couldn't even remember all the minute details, only that she was pretty and it was her idea. Amino was only 10 at the time and had just started to actually 'output' something, as it were, and she had noticed.

"Besides, on the subject..." The cheetah looked over to Abigail and smirked, and she side-eyed him before looking at Amino, realising she was being put on the spot. Wordlessly, she tapped on her own ArmGear and pulled up the holo display, allowing the two of them to look. It seemed Lonato already knew, so Amino got a closer look, his eyes scanning over the screen. It was a health log of Abigail's physical state in the past handful of weeks-- there were a lot of 'Orgasm: Completed' lines, which didn't surprise Amino in the slightest, and a single 'Ovulation: Completed' line placed at the top of the log...but what shocked Amino the most was a single line: 'Fertilization: Successful'.

"I got a bunch of guides sent to my ArmGear a couple of days ago," Abigail explained, sheepishly brushing her hair forwards in front of her shoulders, as she so often did when she was nervous. "A lot of information on what to do in the next few months...it's not so bad. There's a lot of things I can do to make it easier."

"I...wow," Amino smiled at her. "Must be a lot, Abby. Should I say congratulations?"

"I guess you should," She smirked and puffed out her chest, grateful for his attention. "Sorry I didn't share it before...it didn't seem like a big deal."

"It's not," Amino assured her. "We'll help you with it, too. Right, Lonato?"

"Of course." The cheetah squeezed his arm around Abigail's shoulder and Amino reached out to grab her hand and hold it affectionately-- he couldn't do much from across the table. Pregnancy was incredibly streamlined in their society, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be hormonal imbalances or some kind of emotional impact in having a child. They all knew that Abigail wouldn't keep it, but they still wanted to support her; the smile that spread across her face said it all, and even Lonato's friends offered their congratulations.

"Anyway, what have you been up to?" Amino moved the subject along, mostly because he hadn't seen Lonato in at least one or two days. As he spoke, however, Owalo's hand moved underneath the table and onto his leg, unabashedly circling around to his inner thigh and up to his crotch. His fingers toyed with the gryphon's humanoid cock, his fingers grazing from the base up towards the barbs that surrounded the upper half of the cock and to the foreskinned head. Amino tensed under his touch but didn't complain; it felt nice to be groped, and it was somehow more alluring because it was a complete stranger...plus, it at least gave Amino the chance to grope back.

Lonato leapt into a spiel about his most recent work, the majority of which involved them exploring out beyond the city in little scout regiments-- that was something Abigail was most interested in, even if she had never signed on to be a mercenary. Amino was more technology-focused and liked to mess around with his ArmGear, so whilst he did at least listen and take in what Lonato was saying, he wasn't entirely interested in the topic. That didn't matter, however; Amino had plenty to enjoy between the Owalo and Terena. Speaking of the Hyena, Terena was the only person in their group not sitting down, but she eventually found her own seat-- namely, on her knees beside Amino.

"Oh, there was this crazy waterfall...there were all these bright pink and purple flowers at the base, and where the water ran to the river, it glowed...green!" Lonato might have been making it up, but he sure had Abigail enthralled, at least for the most part. She did still look Amino's way, however, but only because his face was twisting and twitching between a normal expression and tantalising pleasure; Owalo's hand had trailed up to the gryphon's stiffening cock and started to curl around it and stroke up and down, whilst Terena was giving some loving and eager attention to the boy's balls, her muzzle pressed up against his little sack and her tongue running up against the mixture of fluff and skin.

Amino didn't comment on Lonato's tale, though he was still listening; regardless of his silence, the cheetah continued to spin his story, prattling on about the creatures he'd seen; long-arms lemurs with shorter ears and stumpier legs, quadrupeds that had short snouts and long claws for climbing trees...Lonato loved to speak about the outside and had a lot of stories to tell, some of which were more to do with the other groups that were found outside their city's walls. The other four chipped in their thoughts, but for three of them, the main focus was on sex and Amino's cock. The gryphon was completely stiff and horny after barely a minute or so, and each tug and squeeze brought him closer and closer to release, though it would take him a while.

He wasn't really the kind of person to enjoy getting fondled in public; normally, he'd keep to himself and just go with the flow, or he'd just watch and enjoy the show...but when it was done to him, or when it was offered, very rarely did he turn it down-- what pubescent 12-year-old wouldn't enjoy being touched and fondled? His gaze cast down from Lonato's grinning visage to the hyena beneath him, and he instinctively licked his beak at the alluring sight of the hyena's muzzle parted and pressed firmly to his balls-- he could feel her rolling her tongue around one of his balls and giving it her eager attention before she swapped to the other, lidding her gaze as her tongue expertly slathered his nuts in spit. Owalo's hand jerked up and down at a leisurely pace, and the way he squeezed his fingers and loosened them as he reached the tip stirred Amino's barbs in a pleasurable that, that had his cock spasming and twitching with delight, desperate for more. He was certain that, if they kept up, he'd orgasm in no time.

"So then we went underneath this huge tree root a--" Lonato was about to launch into another big reveal in his story when he paused, a sharp, shrill sound cutting through the air, followed by a melodic jingle. The cheetah had to unfurl his arm from around Abigail to answer his ArmGear, his fingers tapping away at his wrist where the armament sat with its dimly lit panel. A holographic screen appeared from atop his forearm and within it came a face, gruff and middle-aged. His sullen eyes and grim expression had Lonato quickly straightening up in his seat, his smile fading from his face and being replaced by a straight, serious gaze.

"C-Commander." Lonato greeted the man on the ArmGear with a quick salute, and Abigail knew to scoot to the side, out of frame of what the ArmGear might be projecting. In response to his words, Owalo and Terena suddenly recoiled, withdrawing away from Amino; the African Wild Dog quickly rose from his chair and made his way around to Gryphon to Lonato's left side, and Terena pulled herself off to ground to stand to Lonato's right, in clear shot of the man on the holographic screen. A grunt came from the cheetah's ArmGear, greeting them.

"Lieutenant...and officers," The man began with a long sigh, aware to a point of what they were doing. "I'm aware you're off duty, but a call just came in. All hands on deck at base."

"Is it serious?" Lonato asked with a frown.

"That is classified information not for the ears of civillians," The man, a canine, replied with a half-scowl. "Briefing's at 16:00. Be there."

"Yes si--" Lonato tried to respond, but the feed abruptly cut, ending their call. The cheetah grimaced as his two colleagues exchanged a glance, and his gaze flicked down to his ArmGear, checking the time.

"It's 3:30? Shit...we should go, then." He sighed. "Sorry, guys. I'll have to tell you that story another time."

"That's okay!" Amino put on a smile and a cheery expression, but he was frankly rather frustrated. Had they continued to pleasure him for at least another minute or so, he was sure he would have bust-- as it was, he now sat blue-balled, his cock as stiff as a board and twitching defiantly between his legs.

Lonato knew Amino pretty well, and he offered him an apologetic smile as he slipped out of his seat, revealing his own erect barbed member; he'd been given some loving treatment from Abigail under the table, though that didn't surprise Amino at all. He leant over to kiss the snow leopard on the lips, followed by the gryphon in turn, before stepping back.

"Catch you guys later." He did a short wave and his two friends nodded, with Owalo winking knowingly at the gryphon as they turned to leave. Amino watched them go, his smile twisted into a brief pout, before turning his attention to Abigail. Just as he parted his beak to speak, however, she looked down at her ArmGear and quickly rose, her eyes wide.

"Of course, 3:30!" She exclaimed. "I was meant to meet with a friend at the other plaza by now."

"Uh oh," Amino grimaced. "Does that mean you have to go?"

"Yeah..." She smiled wistfully at the gryphon and stepped around the table to give him a quick and brief hug. Amino reciprocated, of course, and he was sure she could feel his erection prodding her knee when he tried to make space for her to get closer. She didn't comment on it-- such a thing was normal in their society-- and instead parted, brushing her hair past her shoulders to expose the bone of her slim figure. She bid him a quick and hurried goodbye, promising to call him on her ArmGear later.

In a matter of moments, what was once five quickly became one. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing for the 12-year-old-- privacy was a welcome thing and he often had plenty of things to do, and much tinkering with his ArmGear to undertake...were it not for the desire that swam in his mind, making him a little cranky and impatient. He wanted nothing more than to sate his appetite, but he wasn't that far gone just yet; his urges could wait. The plan had been to have lunch with Abigail and the others, but since they all had to leave for one reason or another, the gryphon treated himself to a nice, cool beverage for the hot day, before taking his leave from the cafe.

His first thought was to head home, but the sun was out, and the day was warm...he decided instead to take a walk instead and head through the park that sat between two of the main central plazas of the city, a common spot for people to relax. As it turned out, going there instead was a good idea.

The 12-year-old took a space on a bench somewhere in the middle of the park and reclined, rolling his head back and soaking in the sun. His cock had long since shrunken down into it's normal flaccid shape, and the trickling, tantalising desire he'd felt had lessened into a dull hum and a tender craving that, like in every other instance, he'd sate when he got home. For now, he enjoyed the sun and relaxed himself fully, sticking his legs out and stretching his limbs. He listened to the chittering of birds in the nearby trees, the laughter of other kids around or younger than his own age playing on the grass...

"Mister Amino!"

And, he supposed, the sound of someone very familiar, and very close. The gryphon rolled his head back forwards and looked to his left, where the voice originated from, and was greeted by the sight of someone he hadn't seen in quite a while-- it was two years ago that Amino had encountered and, after a rather surprising and intimate public blowjob, gotten to know a young lion cub by the name of Moti. He was 4 at the time, but now he must at least be 6, or perhaps his birthday was just around the corner. The boy had really grown into his figure, but he still didn't have even a tuft of a mane to show off his gender...though Amino imagined he'd grow it once he hit puberty. The 6-year-old wasn't alone, however; beside him was a fox girl, with shoulder-length tawny brown hair and startling blue eyes, a light shade closer to translucent crystals. She was around the same height as Moti, so he guessed the two were the same age...and it was clear from her gaze that she was a little more naive than the lion boy; her eyes darted from Amino's face to his cock and back again, examining him crudely without as much as trying to hide it.

"Oh, Moti," The 12-year-old smiled warmly, surprised to see a familiar face in such a large city. "It's been what, 2 weeks? Who's your friend?"

"I'm Lova." The girl introduced herself sweetly, shuffling awkwardly on the spot. Amino's eyes trailed down her body, taking in her white-furred front, beautifully orange legs and the tight mound of her cunt, completely with a slight pinkish tinge where the skin could be seen as the fur became thinner.

"Well, nice to meet you Lova," Amino politely greeted her, before snapping his gaze back up to Moki. "How've you been?"

"Good." The 6-year-old responded in a way his mother had taught him whilst Lova continued to awkwardly shift on the spot, moving her weight from one good to the next.

"Um," She interjected before Amino could continue his conversation. "Moti said you fed him, um, with your penis."

"...Yeah...quite a few times, I think, right Moti?" Amino looked between the two of them as the lion nodded; the lion cub didn't even seem surprised that she brought it up, as if he planned for it all alone, but the fox girl was clearly a bit embarrassed. Her fidgeting, however, was becoming less and less intensive-- perhaps she was warming up to him a little.

"Oh, okay. I, uh, um," She stammered, all but quashing his thoughts. "Our teacher taught us about, uh, penises and stuff, but they didn't teach us about sex yet."

"Oh, didn't they?" This wasn't surprising to the gryphon, mostly because he wasn't formally taught until he was 8, though he learnt a lot of it much earlier thanks to Abigail...though not everything was 'working' down there until he started his puberty around the age of 10. She nodded along with his short response and continued.

"Um...can you teach me? Us?" She corrected herself afterwards after a quick glance to Moti, who nodded in response; he'd done oral with Amino a few times, but the 12-year-old surmised he wasn't completely familiar with 

"Well..." Amino began, spreading his legs to the side a little and casually dropping a hand down to his crotch, giving it a little bounce with two fingers. "Have you ever touched a boy's dick before?"

"No, but I've seen a lot." She earnestly replied, a nervous smile creeping onto her face as her eyes cast downwards towards his cock.

"Well, come and have a feel, to get us started." He gestured, and she immediately obliged, stepping towards the bench and squatting down in front of him. She used one hand to steady herself on his knee as the other tentatively reached out to his member, and a tingle of pleasure ran up the gryphon's spine as her fingers touched with his loins, cradling his cock against a couple of her fingertips, watching it lightly twitch from the simplest of touches.

It didn't take long for Amino's cock to twitch to a half-mast, and as she touched and felt him, he used one hand to guide her, directing her fingers to curl around his stiffening, humanoid-shaped cock, her fingers tucked under the barbs nearer to the upper half. His other hand reached out towards Moti and encouraged him closer, and the lion cub obliged, standing by the side of the bench as close to Amino as possible. The gryphon stretched out his hand and tucked his fingers under the cub's sheath, flicking it lightly with his digits to make it bob up and down. That little movement alone didn't really make Moti stir, but the way the lion cub's hips nudged against his hand made it clear he enjoyed the touch.

"Just keep stroking like that...I'm almost full hard." Amino urged, parting his beak to let out a long and heavy sigh, watching as the fox girl tugged her hand up and down, stimulating his member in a way he so eagerly liked. He reached full mast rapidly, and it was at that moment the gryphon realised just how pent up he felt, especially after being blue-balled earlier in the day, albeit unintentionally. Every urge inside him wanted him to bust, and he was happy to give in to that desire.

"That's it..." He murmured. "Why don't you try giving it a lick? Just put your tongue to it, and press your lips around the top."

His hand slid from hers up her arm towards her head, where he placed his palm firmly against her hair and guided her down towards his cock. She wasn't resistant in the slightest, her eyes wide with curiosity, and she pushed her muzzle up against the underside of his member, instinctively sliding her hand down to the base and holding it with her curled index finger and thumb. She slowly stuck out his tongue, letting it slide along the underside of his member until she reached about halfway, which was as far as her tongue could stretch down his 5-inch cock. Amino groaned and closed his eyes, relishing the feeling as his other fingers slipped up to toy with Moti's sheath, prodding and probing around the entrance to where he knew some kind of cock lay dormant. It took some work, but eventually, he began to feel the light poking of something against his scaled thumb, and Moti let out quiet, gentle grunts from his touch.

Slowly, Amino pushed Lova's head down a little further, nudging her muzzle down onto his cock as her tongue slipped down and her fingers instinctively clenched around the base of his cock, causing it to throb and twitch. Little droplets of pre-cum oozed from the end of his member, but they weren't visible to anyone; they were easily scooped up by the fox's tongue and gulped down, each droplet lacking in any significant taste, and she was driven by pure desire alone to swallow. With each nudge of his hand, she sunk down further and further, and he could see her scrunching up her eyes the more she took.

"Relax," He soothed her worries. "Just take as much as you can. When you can feel it touching the back of your throat, pull back."

His grip loosened on her head as he gave her the confidence and control to do as she liked, and she was as much of a people pleaser as she was curious; she took about half the member before she started to pull back, which suited Amino just fine-- her mouth was nice and warm, and though she was new to it, she knew to keep her teeth out of the way, so he couldn't really ask for much more. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling as his other hand shifted from Moti's sheath as the cub's cock slid forth from within the fluffy housing, pressing against the gryphon's palm. Moti did most of the work in thrusting against his hand, so Amino kept himself still and let the boy do as he liked. He was completely unabashed about doing such a thing in public with cubs much younger than him; such acts were encouraged, and no one really batted an eye at sex, considering they were all naked most of the time anyway.

Much like before, when he had two eager mercenaries pleasuring him, Amino found himself quickly reaching something close to an orgasm. Perhaps it was the situation itself, or perhaps it was because he was so pent up, but he could already feel a pressure within him forming as Lova bobbed her head and slickened up his barbed cock with her spit-- she was clumsy with methodical, exploring every available inch of his member, though she did pause and slow down on occasion as Amino's barbs flared and pricked at her tongue. It didn't hurt, of that the gryphon was sure; each little nub was rounded at the end, but for a relatively shy and inexperienced girl like her, she no doubt needed to adjust.

"Keep going like that," Amino panted, murmuring his words. "I'm almost there...then I can show you something else."

Desire surged within him at the thought of having the girl on his lap and penetrating her, but it would inevitably not come to pass. The closer he got to his orgasm, and the more Moti thrust, the more aroused and lustful Amino became, but it all came to a halt when a voice to his right caught his attention.

"Moti! Lova!" Someone called for the two cubs and the fox girl instinctively pulled back, withdrawing from Amino's cock and turning her head to the left, to find the source of the noise. Moti, too, withdrew, but it was clear he wanted to stay, as he couldn't resist the urge to jump against Amino's hand just a little bit more, but he could only do it for a few moments before the origin of the voice appeared: a woman, who Amino immediately recognised as Moti's mother, a lioness with a little short drop of hair, with only a bag hung around her shoulder. She looked between Moti, Lova and Amino in turn, before putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head, a smirk playing upon her lips.

"Amino...I knew it'd be you." She shook her head, but didn't exactly look displeased. Instead, she made a gesture to the two kids, encouraging them towards her. Lova obliged instantly, though she did offer Amino an apologetic smile before heading to the woman's side. Amino did his best to not look so disappointed, though the feeling of once again being blue-balled by another set of cubs. He didn't want to make them feel bad, so he kept his mouth shut about it.

"Mr. Amino was just showing me how to suck his penis, like Moti does!" Lova sounded a little defensive, but she was also just stating the facts. The lioness reached up to ruffle the fox's hair before looking to her son and Amino in turn, amused.

"I see you're just as curious as Moti, dear." Her tone was warm. "I'm sure she wasn't too much trouble, was she Amino?"

"No ma'am," Amino insisted with a grin. "I was happy to teach her. She's quite the natural."

"I'm sure the other kids at the orphanage will be pleased to hear that, won't they Lova?" The mother teased. "I know there's been a couple of eager boys wanting to teach you for a while..."

"I waited so Mr. Amino could teach me," Lova puffed out her chest. "Moti said he was really good at it."

"He is!" Moti insisted, not even remotely bashful. The mother sighed with a smile and shook her head, making another gesture to her son.

"Come on, the pair of you. Leave the poor boy alone; I'm sure he's got lots to do today, and you can play another time." She insisted, and Moti eventually relented, approaching his mother and standing by her side. Once upon a time, he might have hidden behind his mom, but he was surprisingly confident and stood proudly, beaming at Amino with his little cock twitching up and down, exposed to the air. his mother didn't even bat an eye and instead turned, ushering the two children onwards before looking at him over her shoulder.

"See you later, Amino." She bid him a quick, friendly farewell and the two cubs said their goodbyes more cheerily than her. The 12-year-old watched them walk off into the distance before rolling his head back and groaning his frustration. He eventually pulled himself out of his seat and started heading in the opposite direction, making his way back towards his little apartment. It was a good 20-minute walk or so, and in any other instance Amino would have enjoyed the scenery...were it not for his still hard cock bouncing with every single step.

It was hard to not look at the gaze of those who stared as he walked; seeing a dick wasn't uncommon, but seeing an erect one was a sight to behold, especially from a lithe, objectively appealing individual like Amino. His eyes met with a handful of men and women as he walked, and the majority were respectful enough to not holler or whistle at him or be creepy, but some of them made their arousal clear, waggling their cocks and reaching a hand down to stroke their womanly folds as they stared. It was nice to be ogled so lewdly, to the point where it was making Amino hornier-- there was no chance of his arousal, or his erection, going down on its own, not when he was so pent up.

Eventually, the 12-year-old grew too frustrated to just keep walking and enjoying their piercing gaze. He spied a nearby empty bench and decided to take a seat, stretching his legs out and reclining as much as he could. He shifted and looked down, staring grumpily at his still-hard cock pulsing weakly against his stomach, eager to be touched. Nothing felt nearly as good as a warm mouth or hole, but frankly, Amino was getting too pent up and too frustrated to just wait for it to go down or head home. He normally wasn't the type to be sexual by himself in public, but at that moment he didn't care; their look was turning him on, and there was something wholly different about grabbing his cock in sight of so many people. He was too pent-up to care.

His hand lowered down to his crotch as the other stretched out along the top of the bench, resting along the back. His fingers curled and gripped around the base of his member and dragged up, eliciting a groan from betwixt his beak as his fingers dragged across the nubs of his barbs and up towards the tip. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the end and dripped down onto his scaled fingers, where he easily scooped them up as he dragged down and back up again, slickening his pubescent cock. He didn't care if people were watching; they could stare, if they wanted. He simply rolled his head back and closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of finally being able to get off, his hand slowly pumping up and down and rapidly gaining speed.

He was already so close thanks to Lova's handiwork, so he didn't need much to finish. The pressure within him rapidly grew and swelled with each passing stroke and tug, and the groans that escaped his beak became more fervent and ample with lust and arousal. He squirmed ever so slightly in his seat, stretching his legs out as much as he could and curling his toes as the pleasure became heavier and heavier. It was to the point of being unbearable, and he couldn't take much more-- his body tensed and clenched, the mass inside him firming a fine little mass.

Suddenly, that feeling within him loosened and he thrust up against his own hand, gasping as a thick and heavy spurt of cum shot from the end of his member and arced directly upwards, splattering across his hand and down to his lower stomach. It was swiftly followed by a potent dribble that oozed from his cock and down the top of his member towards his pelvis, before another spurt shot upwards, though not as ample as the first, landing in roughly the same place. Being edged twice in one day had left him pent up and it showed in the volume of how much his 12-year-old body could put out; each fervent spurt was gooey and wet, and each spasming groan had him tensing slightly, his muscles flicking between completely relaxed and rigid.

All good things, however, come to an end; potent as his orgasm was, it left as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him a panting, sticky mess. His scaled fingers were coated with his own seed and a small puddle had formed just under the fluff of his belly, oozing down around the sides of his cock and trickling into the crease of his young inner thighs, no doubt staining the bench. The gryphon was too exhausted from his orgasm to even move for a while, but when he straightened his head back up and examined the mess he'd made, he noticed that a couple of people on a bench a handful of metres away had been watching him jerk off. Their eyes met and they waved at him pleasantly, pleased by the show, and Amino shyly waved back. His strength returned to him relatively quickly and he eventually stood, wincing as the seed dripped down his legs.

He'd have to take a shower when he got home...and speaking of him, he quickly made his way back. He was sure that he'd be meeting up with Abby again later.