Part 1: The Steam Tunnels
#1 of Spitting Dicks
Spitting Dicks
Part 1: The Steam Tunnels
Copyright 2006 by Mika Jael
All Rights Reserved
Every Thursday afternoon, Bill the duck attended his regular sketch club meeting. Each week they would come up with specific art projects, so on the following week he could compare and contrast his work with his peers. It was a nice way for him to meet other local artists, and he always seemed to pick up something new.
Last week the project theme was "Water", so Bill had brought a sketch of him and his alligator friend Aldo relaxing on Central Pond. During the peer review part of this week's meeting, Dominique Duck, a regular participant, came over to critique Bill's latest work.
In the sketch, Aldo was floating flat on his back, arms outstretched, while Bill was on his back wings outstretched right on top of Aldo. Bill had rather liked the effect of their bodies overlapping each other.
"Very nice," said Dominique appreciatively. "I like your use of parallel form."
"Thanks Dominique," said Bill with a slight grin.
"Call me Dom," he said as he continued to study the sketch. He gestured at the scales on Aldo's image and said, "I also like your attention to detail here."
"Well, I guess I've had a lot of practice with scales."
"You're telling me," said Dominique. "I noticed that you're always sketching yourself with an alligator."
"Oh, that's just my friend, Aldo."
Dom paused and said quietly, "You mean that alligator's real?"
Bill laughed and said, "Sure! Aldo visits me in Ducktown all the time!" Bill went on to tell Dom the story of how they met. Aldo had actually tried to eat Bill that first night, but the gator smashed his jaw into a brick wall while leaping to catch his prey. Bill saw him writhe in pain over a broken tooth and took pity on him. He befriended Aldo and took him to see Cecil, the only dentist in Ducktown. Cecil fixed him up, and since then he and Aldo were pretty much inseparable. He also mentioned to Dom that Aldo sometimes spent the night in Ducktown over at his apartment.
"So, you guys are just...friends?" Dom asked.
"Well, yeah, what else would we be?"
"I'm sorry, I just...thought there was a reason he might be sleeping over so often. I guess I was mistaken?"
Bill looked at Dom quizzically and said, "I'm not quite sure what you're getting at."
Dom smiled and said, "That's all right" with a dismissive wave of his wing. "You know," he continued, "I know a place you might want to see. Ducks and alligators meet there all the time."
"Is it friendly?"
"Very much so, but...you have to keep an open mind. It's kind of a secret club."
Bill perked up at the mention of a secret club, and he quickly agreed to meet Dom later that night.
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The last rays of sunlight were gleaming over the horizon, and Bill found himself following Dom through the woods. Bill had completely lost his sense of direction long ago.
"What are we looking for?" he asked Dom.
"Don't worry, we're almost there."
After another couple hundred feet, Dom got Bill's attention and pointed toward their destination, which looked like a small cave at the foot of a hill. As they got closer, Bill could see that the cave was actually more of a short tunnel.
When they reached the entrance, Bill discovered how cramped it really was--perhaps only a few feet tall. Dom (like most ducks) was taller than Bill, but the two of them looked like they would be able to enter. However, Bill wondered aloud: "How are gators supposed to fit in here?"
"Oh, you'll see!" said Dom with a smirk.
Carefully, they entered. Bill could now see the tunnel was made of steel, which felt rather cold against his webbed feet. Small light bulbs illuminated the sides of the tunnel, which twisted and turned as they continued to follow it further in.
Dom told Bill, "This tunnel actually leads all the way in to Swampwood. But don't worry about that, we'll be perfectly safe."
"Uh-huh," Bill muttered uncertainly.
As they plodded along further in the semi-darkness, Dom said, "you know how ducks don't have any teeth?"
"Yeah?" said Bill curiously.
"Well, that gives ducks a unique ability that gators don't have. Do you know what I'm talking about? I think that's why this tunnel was first built." Dom suddenly stopped in his tracks and paused to listen.
Bill was more confused than ever. "I don't..."
"SHHH!" Dom interjected, quickly clamping Bill's bill shut with his wing. Dom whispered, "I think we're getting close," then released Bill. Dom quietly resumed walking, and Bill stayed close behind.
His thoughts interrupted for the time being, Bill listened intently, trying to divine some clue as to their destination. The steel floor started to feel much more comfortable, even warm, and the air became humid. Bill thought he could hear wet sort-of slapping sounds coming from just around the bend.
"Ah, finally!" exclaimed Dom as they turned the corner. It took a while for Bill to process the scene: in a dimly lit section, he saw ten or twelve drakes of varying ages and sizes lined up. They were all facing in the same direction toward one of the tunnel walls, so close they were almost touching it. Some of them seemed to be peeping through small holes in the wall, but Bill heard a groaning sound and turned his attention towards it.
And there, right before his eyes, he saw one of the ducks munching on a thick roll of green flesh that jutted through the wall in front of him. As the duck continued to lick and suck, Bill realized that he was watching this duck slurp on an alligator cock! He could now make out a series of short grunts coming from just beyond the wall, presumably from the cock's owner. Bill's head snapped to look down the line of ducks, and he could clearly see that some of them were also similarly engaged with their own alligator dicks. Bill was aghast.
"I hope we didn't get here too late," said Dom as he waddled up to an unoccupied hole in the tunnel wall. Bill felt extremely nervous and panicky about the whole situation, but as he looked at Dom peeping through his hole he wondered what exactly it was he was worrying about. Groans and grunts of pleasure from ducks and gators could be heard everywhere. All the ducks he could see seemed to be in total bliss, and the gators couldn't get in to eat them even if they tried! In fact, it seemed to Bill that these gators wanted it the other way around...
"Okay, here we go," said Dom, motioning for Bill to come join him. Bill froze, suddenly feeling terribly anxious again. Dom grabbed a hold of Bill's wing and gently pulled him over. "Come on, it's just a glory hole," he said. "Have a peek."
Dom guided Bill in front of the hole, under which stood a small bench. Bill hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him as he stepped up onto the bench and stuck his eye up to the hole.
Beyond the tunnel wall, Bill could see the hole was inside of some kind of stall. Beyond the stall there was a tiled floor and a bench with a towel draped over it. Maybe he was looking at a locker room.
But Bill soon saw an alligator strolling into view. Bill recognized him at once and blurted out: "Aldo?!"
Bill was right; Aldo stood just beyond, sinuously running his paws over his nude form with a merry smile. He seemed not to hear Bill's outburst through the metal wall, for which Bill was immediately grateful. Still he thought to himself, "What on earth is Aldo doing here?"
The answer to that became clear: Aldo was looking for the same thing as all of these other gators--he wanted to have his cock sucked! Aldo blinked sluggishly, curling his tongue over his lips, as he began to arouse himself.
His clawed digits slid over his broad, flat chest, pinching his nipples on the way down to his groin. Bill could see Aldo's hidden package begin to emerge from his green underbelly. Aldo rubbed and massaged his crotch with practiced paw motions until his shaft and balls were completely exposed. He produced a tube of lube seemingly from nowhere, snapped off its cap, and squeezed it on his member.
As Aldo rubbed the lube against his steadily stiffening rod, he started to breathe heavily. The electric charge of arousal began to course through his body. He growled lowly as his head tilted back, and his broad, flat tongue lolled out of his open mouth. His eyes became half lidded as he smoothly slid his paw back and forth over his tool, which grew fatter and longer with each stroke. Occasionally he massaged his testicles, which swelled in their hanging sac. Finally, he held his fully erect log of a dick in his paw as he turned his attention to the glory hole. His gaze was so strong he seemed to be looking right through Bill.
Aldo swiftly walked over to jam his fat prick into the hole. Bill saw him approach and tried to back away, but not quickly enough as Aldo stepped up and with one quick thrust knocked Bill off his perch with his boner! Bill landed safely on his butt, just hurting his pride a bit.
"I'll take it from here!" said Dom as he stepped past Bill and up to the pulsing green slab of meat in front of them. He quickly darted his tongue in Aldo's slit, trying to get a taste of his spunk. Then without further ado he positioned himself at the tip and slid his tongue underneath Aldo's dick, wrapping his bill around the green monster. Aldo let out a loud growling moan as he felt the warm tight embrace of the duck's mouth.
Bill, still sitting on the floor, could not tear his eyes away from the spectacle in front of him. He instantly understood what Dom was saying about what was so great about ducks not having teeth--no gator could work Aldo's tool like this! Dom would pump that gator cock deeper and deeper into his bill--so deep that it must have been going down his throat--then he would twist his head in a corkscrew motion, running his tongue around and around. Bill could hear Aldo's sharp grunts of pleasure through the wall from where he sat.
Dom turned his head to look over at Bill, who continued staring with wide eyes, and pulled completely off the cock in his mouth with a long slurp. "Don't tell me you've never thought of anything like this before," he said to Bill.
Bill suddenly flashed back to memories of Aldo sprawled out on his small couch (small for Aldo anyway), lying on his back in slumber, his legs splayed wide open for all the world to see...
Just as quickly Bill snapped back to the present, where Dom was rather intently studying his reaction. "I thought so," said Dom with a knowing smile, as he returned to worship Aldo's giant cock.
Dom continued pleasuring the fleshy pole for some time--accelerating his movements then tortuously slowing down--as Aldo's guttural bellows began to be heard up and down the tunnel. Suddenly Aldo was quiet, then he roared aloud as he started to come. Dom stood stock still as he attempted to swallow, but there was so much milky white seed that it leaked out of the sides of his bill and puddled on the floor. Dom continued to tongue massage the underside of Aldo's crown, attempting to milk as much gator cream as he could. Finally though the penis began to go limp, and it leisurely slid out of Dom's mouth with a wet pop. Aldo sighed his relief and reeled his cock back through the hole. Bill stood himself up after he felt like he could breathe again.
**
Bill slammed his apartment door shut after Dom had led him back to Ducktown. What a night it had been!
Bill had been out so late that it was already past his usual bedtime. He felt like he really needed to relax and get a good night's sleep, but the evening's adventures had genuinely wound him up. The question that kept running through his mind was: What am I going to tell Aldo?
While he made himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves, Bill looked over at his pet parrot Jerry's cage. Jerry was already snoring softly in his sleep. Bill realized he actually felt kind of glad for that. Usually Bill got his feelings off his chest by confiding in Jerry, but Bill definitely didn't want anyone else to know about this. Although Jerry, unlike most parrots, never spoke a word (as far as he knew), the possibility of the parrot echoing back everything it heard gave Bill the chills. "You can never be too careful," he thought.
Bill sipped his tea and resolved to get into bed as quickly as possible.
Soon, he was lying on his back on his down comforter, staring up at the ceiling with his wings spread wide. His mind was still racing as he replayed the events of the evening in his head. He still couldn't believe that Aldo would want to have oral sex with drakes! And probably complete strangers to boot! Maybe it was just so pleasurable for him that Aldo was willing to take a chance. Was it possible that Aldo didn't know another guy was sucking him off? No, Aldo probably knew what he was getting into; he seemed so comfortable there he looked like a regular. Plus, if Aldo heard the distinctly male noises being made through the wall...
Bill gulped as he realized that Aldo must have thought about asking him for a blowjob, if he was so willing with these anonymous ducks. Bill supposed that Aldo didn't want to endanger their friendship with such a lewd request. But...what if Aldo did ask? What would happen then?
Visions of those alligator dicks in the tunnel floated through Bill's head. He had never been attracted to another drake that way, but with Aldo it was different. He never had a closer or more considerate friend. When you got down to it, he loved the big guy. Bill knew he would do absolutely anything for him.
Now that Bill felt safe and secure at home in his bed, he realized he actually kind of enjoyed watching those cocks being licked and sucked in front of him. They were just so...so _huge_! Bill's little duck penis started peeking up through his feathers as he thought about how Aldo's fat pole of a cock might feel in his bill. Bill felt the flush of his arousal, then began to tease his genitals with his own feathery wingtips while recalling Aldo's stiff gatorhood, which bobbed and dripped in front his mind's eye.
Bill sighed, then looked around for some kind of salve to rub his pecker with. All he could see from the bed was a can of beak wax on the bedside table. "It'll have to do," he thought.
He popped open the can and rubbed a dollop of wax onto his duckhood. As he pleasured himself Bill pictured Aldo writhing above him, flexing his giant frame as he pistoned his thick meat in and out of Bill's mouth. Bill rubbed himself faster and faster in time with Aldo's imagined thrusts. Before too long, Bill hunched over and let out a long drawn-out quack as his seed sprayed onto his belly. He pumped a few more times, drawing out the intense climax, then after he was spent he fell back. Lacking the strength or the will to clean himself up, he stretched out on the bed and soon fell asleep.
(end of part 1)
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