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“Good, good. Keep your eyes closed. Very good. Now, if you can hear me, say ‘I hear you, sir’. Quietly, so others can’t hear.”
“I hear you, sir,” I said, keeping my voice low. It felt really, really good to listen to that important voice.
“Woah, woah, woah. Woah,” another, less important voice whispered. “Randy, did you just put that gator under?”
“Duh, what did you think I was doing?”
“I don’t know!” the second voice hissed. “Not hypnotizing the random homophobe on the train? We talked about this!”
“I know, I know. Just keep your voice down,” the very important voice shushed. “I only want to change a few minor details about him. Make him less of a douche.”
The second voice grumbled something indistinct.
I could feel the owner of the important voice turn his attention back to me. Being his focus made my whole body feel electrified. The pleasure was so intense that part of me wished for it to stop, but I couldn’t move or open my eyes even if I wanted to.
“Now, my beefy reptilian friend,” he said to me, his voice echoing in my head, “I’ll make things quick for you. From the moment you repeat these words back to me, you are 100% a bottom. You will only be able to cum when you have another dude’s dick pounding you, ok? You’ll never fantasize about girl tits and pussies ever again. You love muscles and cocks of all shapes and sizes. From now on, that dick between your legs isn’t for touching, it’s for flopping around while you’re getting fucked. Repeat what I have said.”
“Wait—!”
“I am 100% a bottom,” I confirmed. The tingle on my scales grew so strong it was difficult to breathe. “I will only cum when I have another dude’s cock pounding me. I won’t fantasize about girl tits and pussies ever again, sir. I love muscles and cocks of all shapes and sizes. My dick is not for touching, it’s for flopping around while I’m getting fucked.”
It was scary giving up girls when chasing them was such a cornerstone of my personality, and it was weird thinking about liking cocks when all of my best friends had those, but I desperately wanted to repeat what the voice said. No minor details about me could possibly be more important than obeying the voice. Once I said the words, I could feel the undeniable truth of them. I wanted dudes with cocks to rail me…
“That is not a ‘minor detail’!” the second voice angrily whispered.
“Well, maybe not minor to you. He seems to think it’s not a big deal. Right, alligator friend?”
“It’s not a big deal,” I repeated, confident in the truth of the very important voice.
“That’s only because you hypnotized him!”
“Lucas, I love you so, so much,” the important voice said, “but we both heard this ‘bro’ call you a fag under his breath. Don’t pretend he doesn’t deserve this. Look at him, he wears his cap backwards and everything! Making him worship dick was literally the most mild punishment I could think of.”
“I never said he didn’t deserve some of it. Making him an exclusive bottom is a bit much.”
“Don’t worry,” the important voice said soothingly. “In a few hours the hypnosis will wear off and this gator will go right back to his normal, god-awful self.” I felt him pat me on my arm. Being touched by the male who held my mind in his paws sent waves of pleasure cascading down my spine, all the way to the tip of my tail. I was nothing compared to him.
“Really? So this is just for like what, a day?”
“Yeah!” the important voice said. Then he paused. “Well,” he demurred, “technically it depends on how much… ‘reinforcement’… he gets. Maybe like two days. A week, tops! For it to stick that long he would have to be getting a heck of a lot of reinforcement.”
“Hrrmmm….” the second voice grumbled.
“He’ll be fine, I promise! Look how happy he is! If it makes you feel better, want me to make him flash us his dick before we go?”
Why was everyone acting so weird?
It started on the train. I must’ve zoned out for a few stops after those fags got on. When I snapped out of it the fags were gone and I kept catching people giving me weird looks.
I don’t know what everyone’s deal was. I had a massive hard-on, of course, as a side effect of that important voice changing some minor details about me, but it was a natural reaction! Of course meeting a dude who was so much better than me would get me bricked up, but it’s not like I intended to use my dick or anything.
The leopard bitch across from me gave me a look of disgust and turned away. I rolled my eyes. Well, fuck her too. It’s not like a bitch like her could help me with my stupid hard-on anyway.
My stop was next. I hopped off the train (my cock still throbbing distractingly) and walked to meet Nick outside the gym. Nick is this brown-furred shortstack rabbit who works as a trainer with similar hours to me. We’ve gotten to know each other pretty well over the past year.
Nick’s usually a cool, chill guy, which is why I was surprised when he grabbed my arm and tugged me around to the side of the building. I let the little guy pull me, amused by how embarrassed he looked. Seriously, what was up with everyone? Also, holy fuck I was horny as hell. If I could cum without cock in my ass I would have cum in an instant.
As soon as we were alone Nick turned to me. He struggled to speak directly. Whatever the rabbit was worried about, he seemed too flustered to say it outright. Judging by the reddening of his cheeks and the way he kept glancing downward, I was pretty sure I could guess what the problem was. Yet another mammal obsessed with my useless dick. What was with everyone?
I let him struggle for a bit, honestly finding his shyness amusing. Then, with exaggerated reluctance, I reached into my shorts and pulled out my cock. I let my twitching erection hang out for Nick, showing it off so he could see how obviously pointless and unusable it was, then I lifted it and tucked it into my waistband. It was really frustrating doing that because I actually did want to use my dick, but the voice said it was only meant for flopping around. Tucking my dick away unsatisfied sucked balls, but what could I do?
Judging by Nick’s stunned expression, he didn’t seem to grasp that my now-pointless gator dick was a greater frustration to me than it was to anyone else. But whatever. I put a clawed hand on his shoulder and led us back to the front door.
With that unnecessary detour out of the way, we finally walked inside. We did the usual: set up some stations, clean machines, and start work with our first clients. For the first hour I couldn’t help noticing Nick was keeping an eye on me from across the gym, like he expected me to do something crazy. I guess he wasn’t done being weird about me and my dick.
I didn’t usually mind having attention drawn to my body, but that day it was a little annoying. Every time Nick glanced at the outline of my apparently constantly-erect dick I was reminded of what the important voice had made me give up. No more putting my dick in pussy. No more jerking off. The very thought that I was carrying out the voice’s commands made me shiver with pleasure, but the things he told me to do were far from what I preferred. Of course I toughed it out—I’m no bitch!—but I would have given anything to cum.
As I caught Nick watching me for the seventh or eighth time, it suddenly crossed my mind to wonder if Nick was a fag.
I don’t know where that thought came from. Nick certainly never acted like a fag. He was a lot shorter than me but just as much of a gym rat as I was. He just wasn’t the kind of guy who could be a cocksucker.
Now that I thought about it, though, had Nick ever really talked about girls with me? I told him every little detail about all the bitches I fucked. He was a good listener. I’d even confided to him that I was going steady with two bitches at once: one “official” girlfriend, the other her best friend on the down low. Nick knew everything about me, but had he ever told me his own stories?
He’s probably just bad at bragging, I reasoned to myself as I reracked some weights. He was always the modest type. I was always telling him he needed to be more confident if he wanted chicks to like him.
I wiped down a machine for the client I was helping, mulling everything over. Nick was definitely straight but him watching me was kinda gay in a funny way. I couldn’t not mess with him.
Next time I spotted Nick looking over I pretended not to notice. Instead, I turned away from him and faked picking something up off the ground. As I bent over I deliberately lifted my tail as high as it could go, right in Nick’s direction. I could feel my glutes straining against my taught gym shorts, and there was no way Nick could miss the bulge of my achingly full balls beneath. Fuck. I didn’t mean to remind myself how much I needed to cum. I tried to focus on showing off my muscular ass instead.
Nick was mesmerized. The rabbit stopped in his tracks and stared, taking in the sight of me presenting for him. I grinned to myself. Man, I got him good. Messing with Nick was so easy!
Throughout the course of the day I made sure Nick got to view every inch of my body, just to prove how little it mattered. Every time I sensed Nick looking at me I flashed him a full view of my ass, chest, or bulge, careful not to make it too conspicuous to whoever I was working with. He fell for it every time!
Nick grew progressively more distracted. I got him so good that he didn’t even notice the tenting in his own shorts. It was pretty funny watching my bro oggle my ass with an obvious erection, completely oblivious to how gay it made him look. I snorted when he finally noticed and urgently fumbled to do his own waistband tuck. The look on his face was priceless. I smirked to myself. Now we both had to deal with being horny at work, not just me.
Meanwhile my cock throbbed against my belly sympathetically. It was kind of a shame Nick felt the need to hide his great cock from everyone, but I suppose he had more reason to hide than I did. Nick could actually use his dick if he wanted. It was honestly kind of difficult not to be jealous of him, having a dick that wasn’t just for decoration between his legs. I used to love laying pipe in any bitch with a pretty enough face, provided I could fit it in her cunt. Now I’d never get my dick wet ever again. My cock throbbed annoyingly, like some stupid part of me was protesting.
Hnnn. Part of me that didn’t want to love cock tried to distract me from thinking about it, but Nick was right there and clearly horny. Nick was my bro, it was wrong to think about his arm muscles, his pecs, and his…
Guiltily, I let myself think about Nick’s cock. Of course I wasn’t gay about it, I just needed to think about dick and Nick was right there, practically flaunting his assets at me. My mind immediately jumped to imagining what Nick looked like while fucking. I tried to picture a suitable cunt for Nick to fuck in my daydream, but I couldn’t. The voice said no more fantasizing about pussy. I was only supposed to think about cocks and muscles.
A mental image of Nick with his pants down and his cock in paw popped into my head. Holy fuck, picturing him naked made me so aroused. Why did I ever doubt the voice? Thinking about cock was so much better than whatever I used to do. The fact that the voice told me to love it is what made it so good.
What would Nick look like pawing off in a bathroom stall? This probably wasn’t an appropriate thing to do while working, but I imagined him with one muscular arm propped against the stall door, the other paw wrapped around that shaft. His arm muscles would be tense, and his shirt would be pulled up out of the way, revealing his hard-earned abs. My scales felt warm and I hoped no one noticed. How had I never thought about my bro pawing off before? Maybe if he needed help sometime I could be a bro and—
“Ray… What is up with you?”
I startled. Looking down, Nick was standing in front of me, muscled arms crossed. I was going to refill my water bottle and evidently he had intercepted me.
“Nothing’s up with me,” I replied. “Why are you staring under my tail all day?” I turned to the side and waved my tail seductively in demonstration. “Nice hard-on by the way, bro.”
Nick, panicked, fumbled to cover his erection. He hadn’t noticed it had grown to the point of staining his shirt with pre. He held his dick down and wiped at the wet spot unsuccessfully.
He threw out some garbled excuses. Apparently I was being “distracting” and it “wasn’t his fault” he was horny. Actually, anything happening to his body was “unrelated” to my posing for him. I was able to fill up my water without him being able to marshal a truly coherent response.
Man, Nick was seriously overreacting to my joke. Didn’t he know it was normal for straight guys to fantasize about muscles and cocks once in a while? It didn’t have to be gay as long as you didn’t act like a fag about it. He was halfway through assuring me that he “never, ever thought about me ‘that way’” when I reached down and gave his balls a squeeze.
Nick’s reaction was priceless! His fur rippled all the way up his body like a cartoon character. I was originally just going to give him a little tug as a prank to lighten him up, but after seeing his shivering I kept hold of his balls a little longer, kneading his sack with my thumb.
Nick gulped and gasped. I watched him stare down at my claws, his mind clearly overloaded. Usually it took a heavy workout to make Nick breathe so hard. Who knew it was so easy to rile him up? Maybe we could turn squeezing each other’s balls into a workout…
Unfortunately I didn’t get to toy with him for long. “RAY!” two feminine voices shouted in unison.
Ah, shit. I lifted my head and stared across the room.
Both my girlfriends barged in the front entryway, looking furious. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize girlfriend A had finally found out about me and her best friend girlfriend B. Of course this had to happen today of all days when everyone was acting weird. The two of them pushed past the helpless vole working the front desk and strode up to me, hurling insults at each other the whole time.
I reluctantly let go of Nick’s balls, but I wasn’t going to let him get away that easily. I casually draped an arm around his shoulders to keep him by my side. I felt the little guy pulling away a little, perhaps realizing I was going to make him sit through a very public, very uncomfortable glimpse into the destruction of my private life, so I dug my claws into his upper arm to hold him still. Unable to escape, he stuffed a paw in his pocket to hold down his hard-on.
“RAY!” my first girlfriend began, striding up in a huff. Girlfriend 1 was a superb pair of tits with a lioness attached. “This bitch—“
“Who’re you calling a bitch, bitch?” Girlfriend 2, a panther with an ass fit for a king, snarled. “Ray, tell her what you told me last night. Tell her how you’re finally dumping her and moving in with me, your true soulmate—“
“‘Soulmate?!’ You’re kidding me, Sarah.” Tits girlfriend pointed a nail-polished claw at ass girlfriend. “Ray, tell this gaslighting, delusional whore to fuck off. She said you fucked her! Tell her how you only ever loved me—“
Ass girlfriend snorted. “Oh, as if Ray could ever love a skank like you. C’mon Ray, babe, let’s get out of here and we’ll—“
“Nah-ah, he’s obviously coming with me, Ms. No-Tits.”
“Look who’s talking, flatass!”
“Bimbo!”
“Horseface!”
I could have picked a side. I knew from experience that both bitches practically worshiped my dick. I’d felt the insides of both their cunts in great detail. It would have been a simple matter to pick my favorite slut of the two, go back to her place, and fuck her brains out until she forgot all about her “best friend.” That’s what I’d always done in the past when I was caught cheating. Nick knew all about it.
The only problem was… I couldn’t fuck them. The voice forbade me from even imagining myself having sex with either of those bitches. Sticking my dick in either of them was completely off the table. Nick could if he wanted, but I couldn’t. It was beyond frustrating. What was the point of having bitches if I couldn’t fuck them?
I walked away without a word, bringing Nick and leading my entourage of wailing cats along with me. Nick looked up at me in confusion. Shouldn’t you say something? he asked me with his eyes.
I shrugged. Why would I say something to those bitches if I didn’t expect to get anything in return? Bitches were a lot of work. Bitch-care involved so much nodding and listening to them bitch and pretending to care about all the inane shit they bitched about. The thought of doing all that work without the promise of a fuck at the end was absurd. I could barely bring myself to talk to either girlfriend even before the voice made me swear off pussy. Now that I was a bottom there was no way I’d bother. Walking away without having to justify myself was actually kind of cathartic, almost as cathartic as getting to cum would have been. Fuck, if only…
I shoved Nick into a small, employees-only locker room, followed, then shut and locked the door behind us.
“Ray, wha...?” Nick asked in a whisper. His ears were turned toward the commotion on the other side of the door.
“Do you want to deal with those bitches?” I asked. The girls in question were so busy verbally clawing at each other that they hadn’t even realized they were locked out yet.
“No, but…”
“Then it looks like we’re stuck here for a bit,” I said. The employee locker room was just a single long bench and one row of lockers. I sat down. “Might as well get comfortable.”
With that, I yanked off my pants. My thick, pre-coated dick stood straight up, finally free from its confines.
“Phew, finally…” I sighed. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day, bro.”
Having my dick unbent in the cool air after having it confined so long was fucking amazing. I needed to cum so bad… but since the voice said my shaft wasn’t for touching I tugged on my balls instead. It didn’t give me the same pleasure as touching my dick used to, but it would have to do… My cock throbbed in protest.
Nick watched me massage my balls with wide eyes. “Dude…”
“What?” I asked. “Aren’t you gonna join me? Watching you smash your dick like that is painful, bro.”
Nick just stared at my cock like he’d never seen it before. My meaty, useless cock twitched forcefully in my lap, leaking more pre. Clearly Nick was more uncomfortable with nudity than I thought. I rolled my eyes. I had to do everything myself…
I stood up and, before Nick could rouse from his stupor, grabbed him. I spun him around so his back was to me. He yelped and struggled, as if suddenly realizing this wasn’t some gay-ass dream of his.
One tough-scaled arm of mine around his chest assured he wasn’t going anywhere. No amount of training on his part could make up for our natural difference in size and strength. With him immobilized, I looped a thumb under his waistband and pulled.
Relief washed over me as Nick’s hard rabbit cock bobbed out. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, letting his cock out must’ve felt just as good for him as it did for me. Of course we’d seen each other naked loads of times, but never while so horned up.
“Nice cock, Nick,” I said. It was large for his body, pinkish, and noticeably furless compared to his balls, abs, and thighs. He pulled at my arm, incapable of doing anything to hide how turned on he was. Why would I let him do that? I didn’t get why he was acting like two guys recognizing they each had needs was a big deal. To prove a point, I wrapped my paw around his shaft.
Nick flinched and gasped, going still with shock. His ears flattened like he was scared, but his cock’s throbbing in my grip was undeniable. His body was practically begging me to keep going.
I’d never touched another dude’s cock before. Holding Nick’s dick felt a lot like holding a smaller version of my own shaft, back before I stopped using it. His rabbithood’s skin was soft and smooth but with warm firmness beneath. Although his cock was smaller, I actually liked his better than my own. His was actually meant for touching…
“D-dude, Ray…” Nick whispered, “What’re you—nngh!”
I gave Nick a deliberately slow jerk, enjoying the sounds he made. His cock really was impressive for his height. I slid my paw all the way down to its thick base where it met fur and then all the way back up to his leaking tip. Nick let out a surprised moan and struggled in my grip, undoubtedly trying and failing to clamp a paw over his mouth.
I didn’t let go. Playing with Nick was more fun than massaging my own balls. When I focused on my buddy’s dick hard enough I swore I could almost feel how relieved I made him. Maybe I really could get used to my new life, as long as I always had Nick around…
“Seriously, just relax, dude,” I growled into his ear. I stroked him again, forcing another restrained grunt out of him. “We’re bros here. You don’t have to pretend you’re not enjoying this.”
Nick looked genuinely terrified, eyeing my predatory teeth. “But…” he stammered, “Ray, I thought you… I thought if you knew… I thought you were—nngh!”
I gave Nick another stroke to shut him up. What was he going on about?
Screw talking, I was enjoying giving my first-ever pawjob too much to let him distract me. When I jerked Nick’s hefty cock I was able to forget about my frustrating, useless dick for a moment and just focus on his better one. I kept stroking to make sure he focused on it, too.
His cock was so hard and slick. When I swirled my thumb slowly around his tip his whole shaft tensed. He needed to cum so badly, we could both feel it, and yet he held back. Why would he hold back? Maybe I could do something to fix that…
I let go of Nick’s cock and slid my pre-slicked paw beneath my tail. While I lubed up my tailhole I could still hear muffled bitching from behind the door. Neither of those cats realized that the gator they were fighting over was preparing to take it up the ass from his coworker. I almost wished they could see how good my dick looked when it wasn’t being used. Then again, I didn’t want Nick to get distracted by them and their girl parts. Nick was mine…
I let go of Nick, bent over, and raised my tail.
Nick blinked, looking down at me and wiping his eyes. Against his better judgment his eyes zeroed in on my needy hole, unable to resist staring at the part of me I’d never shown to anyone before. I raised my tail some more, impatient. My stupid, dripping cock hanging below me displayed my obvious need to be fucked. What didn’t Nick understand about me having needs?
Thankfully a guy like Nick can only resist a hole so long. He walked up and rested his cock between my cheeks, mesmerized. I knew what that was like, being so horny that I would stick my dick in anything. When I felt his shaft hotdogging my hard-earned glutes I knew how fantastic that must’ve felt for him. Thank fuck one of us had a dick worth using. My shaft throbbed sympathetically, dripping pre.
I needed more. I carefully pulled forward until the tip of my buddy’s dick pointed directly at my hole, then I pushed back. His tip caught against my entrance, forcing a shiver out of me. For all those years I spent honing the perfect body, all that effort pumping iron and building up the strongest muscles at the gym, all of it was all about to be put to use making Nick cum.
And I had never wanted anything more in my life. I pushed back, letting my gator tailhole spread around Nick’s rabbit cock.
I couldn’t help it, I shivered and groaned as my coworker’s dick took my anal virginity right there in that locker room. I finally knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of some fat cock, and it felt amazing. Every inch of my insides that Nick’s impressive meat touched lit up with sensation. I was a natural cocksleeve. The voice was so right about me.
Nick made me feel so full. He hilted with a plap, his balls resting against me. I squeezed around my bro’s cock, trying to get used to his size, but every forceful throb broke my concentration.
“There you go, dude,” I growled, shutting my eyes. “That help?”
“Holy fuck… I’m… inside you right now? We’re having sex?”
“Don’t act like it’s a big deal. I’m only doing this because we both need it. Now shut up and bust a nut in me.”
“But I’ve never-ooohhhhh~”
I showed Nick how to fuck me by fucking myself on him. I rocked forward and back, letting his cock slide a few inches in and out each time. Taking dick was easy, it was not cumming that was the hard part.
My dick slapped loudly against my stomach, smearing my belly scales with pre. Fuck, if I were Nick I would have cum in an instant, but somehow he held on. I supposed that was why he made such a good top and why I made such a good bottom. My pace faltered as I had to focus on keeping my cum from spilling out.
Suddenly Nick grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed. My tail went up straight in surprise. He spread my ass apart and humped, thrusting himself as deep into me as he could.
“F-fuck, Ray,” the muscled rabbit said as he pounded me. “This is so better than I ever dreamed. I’ll fill you up, man, don’t worry. I’m close… I just don’t want this to end…”
All I could do in response was grunt in time with my bro’s thrusts. I pictured his cock as it plunged into me over and over, marking my insides with his pre. I felt a little alarmed at losing control of the situation, but I couldn’t complain. He was giving me what I wanted.
It was crazy that Nick let me experience all of him, even the parts guys usually saved only for girls. As he reamed my hole I felt closer to him than ever. How many guys could say they knew first-hand how their bros fucked?
My fat cock flopped around in full view for him to appreciate. It swayed to the rhythm of his balls’ slapping against my ass. The bodies we’d trained together were completely exposed. The sounds of our rutting filled the room.
Nick climbed up on my back. With his new angle his dick slammed against something inside me that made my toes curl. I had to give up on holding back. It was impossible to resist my need to get off. I let go, thinking I was allowing myself to cum.
…And yet I didn’t. I groaned in mixed pleasure and frustration. My dick felt electrified, like even the tiniest breeze would set it off, and yet I couldn’t make it do what my mind needed.
I gasped like a bitch beneath Nick’s onslaught. I couldn’t believe it, but the voice was right. I could only cum when my top did. I could throb and leak all I wanted, but I knew would never be able to get off without a guy’s cum in my ass.
Some old version of me in the back of my mind was terrified of not being able to cum on his own. He hated the idea of needing to make other men cum for even the possibility of his own relief. The old me felt he deserved to cum whenever, however, and in whoever he wanted.
Meanwhile, the real, better version of me was relieved. I didn’t even have to think to obey the voice! I let my mind fade into the pleasures of taking my bro’s dick. It plunged in and out, stretching my hole to suit its girth. I clenched around it rhythmically. I focused on its shape and ridges. I let my own cock slap happily against my stomach, totally without fear that I’d accidentally shoot. I could fantasize about my bro’s cock in peace.
I sensed the exact moment Nick passed his point of no return. His grip on my tail tightened and his cock grew even harder. He pounded my hole like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance.
“Fuck, Ray. I can’t… hnnfff!~”
A squirt of liquid warmth hit my insides, then the dam burst. Nick came like a racehorse, his rabbit cum splattering my insides with enough force that I could feel my guts distend. He precisely hit the spot inside me that made my mind go blank with pleasure.
The part of me that wanted to go back to being a top was no match for my love of Nick’s cum. I balled up my fists, clenched my teeth, and shut my eyes. My bro filled me up deep, unable to restrain his masculine instincts.
Any tension there’d ever been about our body size difference faded for a moment. We experienced each other in full, male to male. Both of us focused on getting as much of Nick’s cum as possible out of him and into me. I took it all.
I uncontrollably squeezed in encouragement while he thrusted, his cum supply seemingly endless. I felt bloated with it and yet it kept flowing, squelching around Nick’s cock and dribbling from my overstuffed hole. The idea that my smaller, humble bro could drop such a huge load on command honestly made it hard not to respect him more. I never would have known he was so capable if I hadn’t offered him my ass for him to cum into. The beast pumping me full of his nut was the real Nick behind his mask of restraint.
My ass was coated with Nick’s sticky, fragrant cum by the time he slowed down. His cock untensed inside me, slowly going soft with his satisfaction. His grip on my tail loosened and the muscles in his shoulders relaxed. He’d filled me up, just like he’d promised.
As Nick’s came down his familiar nervousness began to resurface. He saw me watching him over my shoulder and stiffened.
“Was… was that good for you?” he asked.
Only then did I remember that I had a dick, too. I looked down to see that I’d splattered my chest and the floor with thick white streaks of my gator cum. My cock hung half-hard and dripping between my legs. I’d cum at some point and hadn’t even noticed, the feeling of Nick nutting in me was just that good.
I decided not to draw unneeded attention to it. “Don’t worry about me, dude,” I said, turning my head back to him. “You cum like a guy twice your size! I don’t know why you’ve been holding out on me.”
“I guess… I don’t either?” Nick said as if it were a question.
“We gotta work on your form, though. You’re relying too much on your arm muscles, and chicks aren’t gonna like being grabbed like that. Breeding is all in the legs. Next time we fuck you’ve gotta leave me begging for your dick.”
“N-next time?”
“Well yeah. I’m going to need this a lot. Hey, do you have any extra space at your place? I think I’m about to be kicked out of my girlfriend’s apartment.”
“I have a couch but—“
“Sweet. And if you have any roommates, let ‘em know that my ass is free for them to use.” I clenched around Nick’s spent shaft. “That was fun, but I don’t think this thing is gonna keep up with me.”
“Um… are you s-sure about that?” Nick winced as his cock throbbed, re-stiffening. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, dude…”
I moved my ass to swirl his shaft around in my cream-filled guts. He was nearly hard as an iron bar. I checked beneath me to see that I was already getting hard, too. Holy fuck, could we really just go again? Chicks never let me do that when I used to top…
“Hnff. Sorry, Ray, I’ll just—“
I pushed backwards, hilting myself on his retreating dick. “You sure as hell better not be pulling out, bro,” I said, clenching my sloppy hole. “Don’t be a fucking pussy. Keep breeding me until you’re really done or I’ll hold you down and do it myself.”
If Nick wasn’t yet hard as could be, my threats fixed that. He hesitantly resumed humping.
“O-ok, dude!” he said, his pace picking up. “Sorry if this takes a while. You sure you don’t want to do something about your girlfriends?”
Oh shit, forgot about them. I shook my head. “Fuck ‘em. Never liked those bitches anyway. Let ‘em hear how real men fuck.”
Nick watched his own cock slide in and out of my cum-lubed hole. “Fuck yeah, Ray. And after this I get to take you home, right? Haa~… This is the greatest fucking day of my life…”
Epilogue:
“Holy shit.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Definitely don’t turn around and look at the guy two rows behind us on the left.”
… “Holy shit, it’s that beefcake gator dude! What the hell is he wearing?”
“He probably always dressed like that.”
“I can see one of his balls hanging out of his booty shorts.”
“He probably always dressed like that.”
“Randy, you said he would change back! What the hell happened? It’s been like a month!”
“Did you see the guy sitting next to him?”
“The rabbit dude? I didn’t—holy shit, is the gator giving that rabbit guy a handjob? Here, in public?”
“It could just be a trick of the light.”
“God dammit look at the rabbit’s balls. He’s going to—holy crap, the gator leaned down to put his mouth over the rabbit’s dick. The rabbit guy is trying not to react, but I’m pretty sure he’s nutting right fucking now.”
“I suppose we can guess where the reinforcement came from.”
“Randy! Shouldn't we do something?”
“Like what? I don’t have my camera ready.”
“Ugh. You know what I mean! This guy is not the same one who harassed us a month ago.”
“And that’s… a bad thing?”
“It’s bad because you didn’t give him a choice. You can’t just make everyone gay.”
“On the contrary, I’ve been thinking about this idea involving a billboard and—“
“You know what I mean!”
“Well, look at him. Does he look unhappy?”
“No. He’s sitting up now and grinning like nothing happened. He’s got cum on his cheek and a massive boner bulge over his thigh. But that’s not fair, you made him that way!”
“Well, what about the rabbit?”
“I mean, I guess he looks happy too. He seems embarrassed. Wait, he just gave the gator a kiss on the lips. And the gator returned it…”
“Seeee? Everything is fine. I’m not about to break up a happy couple.”
“They honestly are really cute together, even if they really shouldn’t be drinking cum in public… The way they look at each other…”
“I look at you that way too, you know.”
“Ha! No you don’t.”
“Yes I do. I just can’t do it when you’re looking. I can give you kisses, though. Watch.”
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