Scarecrow's First time
We were about halfway to Oz when we found him, the Tin Man. He was so stiff and unable to move without a good lubing, but once my slippery fluids entered him, he was just as mobile as the rest of us. Pretty soon after the introductions, we got back to walking and though we passed by quite a few gorgeous vistas, the only thing I could look at was him. The way the sun wrapped around his cylindrical chest, casting a sexy shadow across his tin hard abdomen was mesmerizing. All day I had to restrain myself from coming onto him, but through some miracle I managed to abstain from destroying him with my body. Later that night after we'd set up camp and had dinner, Dorothy felt especially tired and retired to the tent, leaving me alone with Toto and the Tin Man. We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours before he reached over and placed his hand on my chest.
"For someone made of straw you've got a pretty solid chest." He whispered sensually into my ear as he slipped his other hand under my shirt and began slowly yet methodically feeling every inch of my stomach. Chills ran over me as I felt his cold hands uncover all of my bodily secrets.
"How long are you planning to keep playing games?" I asked trying my best to hold back the lust in my voice, yet failing miserably.
"Oh don't worry." He chuckled, "I'm not playing." He said in a calm yet confident tone as he slipped off my shirt and ripped off my capris. My straw hard erection flapped lightly in the breeze, but I didn't have to worry about it for too long, as moments after revealing it, Tin Man grasped the base with both hands and promptly began devouring me. The rush of sensations I experienced, from the hard yet smooth innards of his mouth to the heavy lick of the oil, lead me to swiftly achieve orgasm. I exploded into his mouth, but he just drank it up, sucking up everything that I could give. His mouth broke off, but I wanted more. So much more in fact, that simple bodily pleasure wouldn't be enough.
"Set me on fire." I managed to force out.
"What do you mean? You'll die!" He replied in a slight condescending tone, but with a hint of worry.
"THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT! JUST STICK ME WITH THAT FLAME AND WATCH ME BURN!" I shouted out in a tone ripe with pain and pleasure.
"Bu-but I can't just kill you like that!" He replied to me. But I couldn't accept that; I was so close to achieving the next level of sexual pleasure. I grabbed his hand forcefully and used it to pick up a stick lying next to us. I forced him to thrust it into the fire burning to our right and then grabbed his arm with both hands and shoved it right into my ass. I could feel his fire in my core. It quickly spread across my entire body and began to engulf me in its flames.
"Yes, YES! BURN ME MORE TIN MAN! SET ME ON FIRE!" I screamed out in ecstasy as the fire ripped me to shreds. In the last moments of my life, all I saw were his crystal clear eyes gazing into my soul as the fire burned around me.
"Thank you." I whispered into the wind as my consciousness drifted off into the void. I'll never know if he ever heard my final words, but I can only hope that he understood my feelings and passion when we connected. Either way, it was one hell of a night.