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A new apartment was supposed to be a fresh new start for Mark. Said start was not going as planned.

He’d had some tumult in the past few years. Employment issues, job hopping and not always by design…he’d had four different jobs with four different companies, two of which he’d been kicked out (one by a restructure that made him ‘redundant’, one by a bad boss with a grudge against him), and two of which he’d had to leave for the sake of his health, one wrecking his knees and the other wrecking his brain. It was far from an ideal situation, Mark liked stability and didn’t enjoy the job-hopping, but he couldn’t try to endure a terrible place - he just wasn’t willing to put himself through hell for little payoff.

And the chaos hadn’t escaped his home life, with new apartment managers at his old place turning things into a mess. Some of the new residents had been serious troublemakers, and people from the street were coming in and causing trouble, and every time Mark complained about it, he got the kiss-off. He’d eventually been told by one of his neighbors that the new owners were trying to drive off old tenants so they could jack up the prices and get new tenants who would pay more, which probably wasn’t legal but the chances of anyone doing anything about it were pretty slim. And the last thing Mark wanted was to be targeted because he made a stink over it, when he was already struggling…he just wanted out, a tall order when he was feeling the strain on his finances from the employment instability.

Finally, though, things seemed to be turning around. He’d landed a better job, one that seemed, at least at the moment, like it wasn’t in danger of being swallowed up or would attempt to chew HIM up. And after a few months, he was able to arrange a move to a new apartment building, one that had as solid a reputation as he could hope for on his pay scale - there were always complainers, but the management seemed to be proactive and communicative at least. It was undoubtedly an upgrade, and he was happier there than he had been…but pretty quickly, there was a problem.

It wasn’t with HIS place. It was with the place next door. And how LOUD it was.

Mark had been there just a couple days when it first happened. Rock music thumping through the walls, audible all the way from the far side of his own place, even with doors closed - and his bedroom was not on the far side. The music blared at various hours, sometimes jarring him out of sleep in the early mornings, sometimes keeping him from sleep late in the evenings, and proving to be a distraction when he was doing things in his apartment during the days he was at home. Particularly given that most of those were weekends when he wanted to relax, and he was instead treated to music that he wasn’t particularly fond of. Usually, at least, every now and then there was a song that wasn’t as bad, but that didn’t excuse what he was dealing with. All of it was rock music - varying styles within that genre, some that were quite famous, others that he definitely hadn’t heard before, but Mark would rather have NOT been hearing any of it.

He tried to endure it at first. Tried to tell himself it could be so much worse, he still had a better place and still had a better situation than he did before, a bit of unwelcome music was the worst he could say about this place and a lot of people would kill to have that be the worst thing to complain about. But as the weeks went on, the obtrusiveness reached the point where something really had to be done. He could have gone to the apartment managers, but even if there was a case to be made, he didn’t want to get a reputation as one of those ‘problems’ with the others around - even if he wasn’t the most social person, he wanted to get along with his neighbors, not seem like a pest. After about two months, he knew he had to do something, and there was only one thing he could do to start: he needed to talk to his neighbor.

Of course, that was daunting in its own right. Trying to go over and tell them to turn down their music while not seeming like a jerk or anything…it wasn’t the easiest thing for Mark, who could remember a lot of times when he was ‘inartful’ in how he tried to address things with other people. But there was only so much he could handle, and if he let it go on, he was going to deal even more poorly with it. So, on one cold Saturday when he just wanted to sit in peace and that rock music started blaring through his walls, he steeled himself and stepped out of his place, walking the short distance to the next unit over. It was plenty loud even in the hallway, though a bit more muted than through his bedroom wall - clearly the noise dampening was better out there, which might have been why no one else seemed to have an issue. His was the any unit adjacent on the same side, and the people across the hall certainly weren’t bugged.

He knocked on the door. No answer…not a surprise, Mark wasn’t sure it could even be heard over the racket. Taking a deep breath, he pounded harder on the door, trying to make it sound as ‘not-angry’ as he could while still making it loud. Even that didn’t seem like a guarantee to be heard, but the music suddenly stopped, and then he heard footsteps from inside…he stepped back a bit, bracing himself, trying to be prepared for a confrontation, even if he didn’t want it to be an acrimonious one.

But he still wasn’t ready for what he got. The door opened, and standing in front of Mark was a crocodile anthro - a BIG crocodile anthro. He was probably seven feet tall, a good foot over Mark’s six, and he was fairly broad as well, with a thick build, not body-builder but clearly that bulk wasn’t fat. And if that wasn’t awkward enough, he was wearing precisely nothing. “Yeh…what’s up?” The grunting, growly voice was intimidating, even if it wasn’t necessarily aggressive.

Mark swallowed. “Uh…h-hi. Sorry, I, uh, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Mark, I live in the next unit over, as of, uh, two months ago.”

“…Ah. Brig. Short for ‘Brigadier.’ What’s up?” Well, to come right out with that, he probably got a lot of questions about it. The words were casual enough, if only Mark could settle himself down with that deep voice.

“Um…hi, Brig. Uh…listen. I’m…I’ve been…it’s…look. I don’t wanna be a bother, I swear, but…I…need to ask you to turn your music down.”

Brig looked down at Mark with a dubious expression. “You got a problem with my music?”

“I…y-yes, I do…it’s coming through my walls, I can hear it whenever you’re playing it, and it’s…it’s not just a little bit, it’s coming through a LOT. It’s not my kind of music, but it’s the volume that’s the problem.”

The crocodile seemed unmoved, making Mark a bit nervous. “It’s my place, seems ta me I should be able to listen to what I want to listen to.”

This didn’t seem to be going well…but that last line gave Mark a touch of inspiration. “I…I agree, you should be able to listen to what you want to listen to. And I should be able to listen to what I want to listen to, even if that happens to be nothing. So when your music’s coming in, I’m not able to listen to what I want to listen to…and I just want to be able to do that.”

Initially Brig’s expression wasn’t changing, and Mark was worried that doing that had just pissed the croc off. But then he huffed a bit. “Aye, that’s fair, I suppose.” He motioned for Mark to come inside. “C’mon, let’s try working things out.”

Well, that was something…Mark hoped that working it out wouldn’t mean trouble, but he wanted to try to think the best of the people he lived around. So in he went, and immediately he was assaulted with heat - it was like a sauna in that place! Outside the temperatures were in the single digits, and Mark was dressed accordingly for a relatively cool inside - he wasn’t prepared for this kind of heat. But it was Brig’s apartment, his call…Mark hastened to get his sweatshirt off. “Oof, you like it hot, don’t you?”

“Yep. Can’t stand the cold. Definitely like the weather better down south. But I also like having a job, friends, and a government that doesn’t want me dead, so I gotta live with spending half the year cursing nature.” Brig sauntered into the main room of the apartment after Mark took a seat, wiping his brow a bit. “Least my place lets me work from home when it’s this shitty out. Wanna drink?”

“Er, just water, please. With ice, if that’s all right.”

“Comin’ right up.” Off Brig went into the kitchen area - not exactly cut off from the rest of the apartment - and returned with a glass of ice water for Mark and what looked like some kind of alcoholic beverage for himself. No awkwardness about being nude when Mark wasn’t…well, anthros tended not to be as bothered by that sort of thing. Again, Mark was making an effort not to say anything - there was nothing wrong with Brig being nude in his own apartment. He wouldn’t even really face too many issues with it out in public, so long as he wasn’t being overtly lewd.

Once Brig was seated, he was all business. “A’right, here’s the deal…Mark, right?” Mark nodded. “Right. I’m gonna level with ya, Mark. I don’t hear that good. Never really have, ain’t a progressive thing, just my ears ain’t right. Right now, everything you say, it’s like it’s muddy or I’m hearing it through water…I can only really tell what you’re saying because it’s quiet enough that I can really focus on it. When I’m out, I gotta wear hearing aids, and they ain’t really that comfortable, but when I’m out there, it’s what’s gotta happen. When I’m on a call or something, I have a special headset that lets me hear better, but that ain’t that comfortable either and I can’t keep it in all the time. They don’t make headphones or earphones that fit me well, not unless I wanna pay some tech company five figures for a custom make, and I don’t have that kinda money. In my place, having the option to just turn those speakers up, that’s my comfort. Can just listen to stuff without having something jammed into my ears, can make it loud enough that it hear it clearly…an’ that unit you moved into, no one’s been there for months, and the guys who were there before didn’t say a word about it.”

Mark stayed silent for the moment, as much to fend off his awkwardness as anything. Knowing that the croc’s hearing wasn’t great changed the dynamic a bit…he wasn’t just being inconsiderate, he really didn’t know that it was a problem. Which amped up the pressure a bit, because Mark didn’t want to be a dick…but, still, he DID want to not hear the music blaring all the time.

“Which, I know, doesn’t change the fact that you can hear it too well yourself,” continued Brig. “I guess I gotta bit spoiled. I can’t do silence, though. That music keeps me sane…keeps me knowing I can still hear, I ain’t gotta be paranoid that it’s gone out on me all the way all of a sudden. You get what I’m saying?”

“I…I get it. I don’t want to make it, uh, bad for you.” Kind of a lame way to put it, but Mark was struggling to think. “Maybe there are things we can do? Maybe we can look at the speakers or something, or do some kind of soundproofing things that’ll help keep the sound from getting out? Uh, not that I know much about any of that, but…”

“Ain’t gonna help much in the short term, though, is it? Gonna take time for that, ‘specially because I’m not in any rush to go outside.” Brig took a long slug from his bottle and looked Mark in the eyes. “And I’m guessing you’re not eager to deal with it for that long. If ya were, ya wouldn’t be here right now.”

“…No, that’s…that’s true. I…don’t want to be rude, but…it’s been getting to me.”

“Mm. Probably wouldn’t be such a problem if it was your taste…can’t say I get why it ain’t, but that’s not my place.” Brig went quiet again for a moment, looking pensive, and Mark felt the awkwardness tick up a notch again. It felt like there was going to be no good resolution for the moment…he felt bad about pushing this on Brig now, even if technically he was in the right - if he had brought this to the apartment managers, almost certainly they would have sided with him. And Brig probably knew that too…the croc suddenly sat more upright, even leaning forward a bit. “So…whaddaya wanna say to a bit of a trade?”

“…Trade?”

“Trade. I can tell you’re not a nasty guy, Mark, and I can tell by the look on your face you’re barely keeping from saying sorry and scurrying outta here like a startled squirrel, even though you know you’re the one who’s got the complaint and ain’t a soul in here who’d say it was unreasonable. You don’t wanna put me out, but I can’t keep bothering you in your place, either. So, a trade - you do somethin’ for me that’d make me feel better, and I keep it down for you until we can figure out something else that might work out for both of us. You feelin’ me?”

It was kind of an unexpected proposal, but Mark latched onto it rather quickly. Yes, that made sense…maybe his uncertain feelings could be assuaged if he was making things better for Brig in some way in return for making them worse. On balance, he’d be no worse off. “I mean…yeah, I would be open to that…but, uh, what sort of trade are you thinking?”

“Ain’t nothing complicated. Figure a good buggering now and then oughta take care of that.” Mark choked on his water, coughing and hacking as he registered what Brig had just suggested. It took him a bit to compose himself, looking up at the croc wide-eyed; Brig had a rather wide grin on his face. “Sorry, can’t help it, it’s funny to ambush folks with something like that, see how they react.”

“I…I guess?” Mark rubbed his head. “That…that was a joke, then?”

“Nope. Just the ice breaker.” Brig leaned forward a bit. “Listen, Mark, I told ya how I felt about the winter. It’s a time I wanna just stay in and do nothing. And as you might figure, that ain’t exactly the ideal recipe for getting out and mingling, much less getting your rocks off. I’m a shut-in until it warms up, and I ain’t gonna lie, it’s pretty dull. Something I just figured I had to live with, but…well, if there’s something that I’d be willing to trade to tone down the music, it’d be something else I’m missing. So yeah, I’m interested in laying with ya. Doesn’t have to be anything more serious than that, an’ given that we barely know each other, that’d probably be way too quick anyway. But that’s what I’m laying out.”

Mark felt himself steadily flushing more and more. Brig just casually suggesting bending over for him as an exchange for his peace and quiet…definitely far from romantic or amorous, it had a transactional feel to it that wasn’t exactly what Mark tended to think of sex as. On the other hand, anthros didn’t tend to make as big a deal out of those things as humans were used to…some people were certainly trying to push humans to be more like that, fighting against the entrenched perspectives that had lingered for decades or centuries. So maybe it was an easier thing for Brig to accept, without the weight of such things on his mind. Mark wasn’t so sure how easy it was for him to try to think that way…but, in truth, what else did he have to offer as trade? Brig certainly didn’t seem to need any manual labor help, not with as big as he was, and he didn’t really have a lot of skills to offer, particularly ones that would take care of the croc’s apparent need for companionship. The fact that that was Brig’s opening offer also suggested there weren’t a lot of less carnal avenues that really interested him, either. And he really DID want the music to stop being such a bother… “Uh…you don’t…have any, uh, weird…er, ‘interests’ or anything like that, do you?”

“…Didn’t expect that to be the first thing ya asked. Most humans woulda gone straight for ‘the hell’er you even saying?’ or something. But ta answer your question, nah. I’m pretty bland when it comes ta that sorta thing. Like to curl up afterwards ‘cuz a warm body’s never gonna be a bad thing to enjoy, but I’m pretty vanilla all told, never got into the weird stuff some folks do.”

Well, that was something…Mark found himself seriously considering it. Even if it felt weird, exchanging his body for that blessed quiet…maybe he was making it weirder than it had to be. “I guess I’d be…willing to consider that? We’d probably need to figure out how that’d all work out…”

Brig’s grin was returning, wider than ever. “Ah, ain’t complicated. I’m not one to take it, tried that in my past years and it never felt good. But I’ve gotten real good at gettin’ into folks without them having many issues. I may be big, but I’m pretty naturally slick and slippery. All you gotta do is be willing to take me.”

Brig was making it sound easy, Mark had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn’t be quite that simple on his end. But…it wasn’t like he didn’t have an inclination towards males to a degree, he’d have firmly asserted his bisexuality if there had ever been any challenge to it (which there hadn’t - working up the nerve to talk to ANYONE made that largely irrelevant). And Brig, despite being a very different phenotype than his usual fare, wasn’t off-putting to look at - a thick build, but it had an appeal, he was clearly in good shape. Still, there was an unknown…Mark wasn’t exactly ignorant of anthro endowments, could he really handle something like that? Truthfully, there was only one way to find out. “I…well, before I outright, uh, agree to this…I think I’m going to have to, uh, try it out, see if it actually works.”

The croc nodded eagerly. “Yeh, that’s fair. Let’s take this to a place that’s a bit more comfortable.”

———

Mark wasn’t sure that the bedroom was that much more comfortable for him, given the circumstances. But given that he wasn’t coming out and saying it, it seemed he was committing to this.

It was the kind of chance-taking that he really wasn’t used to - he was a virgin, never able to really get to the point where he was adventurous enough to take the plunge with someone, and certainly not one given to deciding on something like this spur-of-the-moment. Was he really THAT desperate for peace from the music that he was going out this far on a limb? True, it hadn’t been his idea…then again, maybe that was part of the reason this was happening. It was easier, he supposed, to agree to someone else proposing it than to put forth the idea himself.

Then again, that ease was being strained by the reality of his agreement being laid bare in front of him. He’d discarded the rest of his clothes - it felt better that way if he was being honest, the room was HOT - and was standing naked in front of the bed Brig was laid back on, the croc stroking over his erection slightly. And it was a pretty mammoth one, too, far bigger than Mark’s, and he was actually a respectable size for a human. The shape was a departure from what he was used to as well, though not as much as some - it was mostly the lobed head with the slightly recessed shape, which was nice and broad, no pointed tip to ease the way in here. It certainly looked like a challenge to fit anywhere, even the croc’s own slit, much less his untested pucker. The slickness Brig had promised certainly seemed to be there, but was that going to be enough?

There was only one way to find out. “Okay…I’m…ready, I think.”

“You don’t sound it,” countered Brig with a slight chuckle. “No need to be scared, I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Look, we’ll start this out easy…you can drop onto me at your own pace, stretch yourself out. If you can’t handle it, then don’t force it - might be a deal between us but that doesn’t mean I ain’t interested in you enjoyin’ it. If you can get it all in ya, then we’ll get to the main event.”

Mark nodded as he got up onto the bed. “All right…well, I guess that sounds…reasonable. Okay…” He managed to get himself over Brig, though the croc’s huge body was making him a bit nervous. It probably shouldn’t have, everything had pointed to Brig being perfectly nice and reasonable, but he was just so BIG…height was one thing, but seeing him laid out like this accentuated his broadness a lot, there was power there that he wasn’t putting to full use. That promised ‘main event’ might change that…Mark would just have a bit to try to get used to it.

Second thoughts had passed through his head, but he pushed them away. There were a lot of factors at play here, some tugging in one direction, others in another, but…he wanted to try. He didn’t LIKE being a virgin, even if it wasn’t something he was prioritizing changing…he’d wanted to know what it was like for a good while. And while Brig wasn’t exactly the model of what he thought of as ‘his type’ it wasn’t like he was repulsive, either…there was no reason not to try to make this happen, if he could handle it. That was the big if being challenged by the big cock Mark was bringing to his rear at that moment…

The daunting thickness was proving a challenge right off the bat at he rubbed his rear against it. “You, uh, have any other lube around?”

“Sorry, Mark, couldn’t anyway. Doesn’t like my natural fluids, actually makes things stickier. You can rub it a bit and try to smear it in, though, that should help.”

“Okay.” Of course, he probably should have expected that. But a bit of rubbing along that cock, and he found that the slimy fluid was more than ample enough for a bit of preparation…maybe he needed to trust that Brig was familiar with this sort of thing. Gently Mark rubbed one of those fingers inside, trying to loosen himself up and make things slicker within…ever so glad he was attentive to cleaning back there - he wasn’t at all unfamiliar with this sort of fingering, even if he was unfamiliar with the lube. Which, if he was being honest, seemed like it might even be better than the commercial stuff - it was certainly warmer, it felt less uncomfortable on first contact, and he slid around pretty well in there after just a little bit of teasing and rubbing.

A bit more gathering and rubbing helped Mark feel a bit more comfortable with things, but as he pushed himself back against that cock, he still wasn’t sure he could manage it…he wanted to stretch himself a bit, but he couldn’t really keep his balance well. There was a way to deal with that, though… “Uh, Brig? Can you…stretch me?”

“No prob.” Big scaly hands found their way to Mark’s backside, while Mark’s own hands found that plated chest. Clawed fingers reached towards the human’s pucker, not going in but getting near and pulling gently, widening him for what was to come. Mark clenched his jaw, it was a pretty good stretch he had going now, Brig was giving him the best opening he could get…tentatively, he pushed back against the tip of that cock, trying to get it worked inside. It still felt like quite the stretch, that girth not making it easy, his body not wanting to yield to it…but he didn’t stop, he kept pushing, kept working. And then Brig helped further, using other fingers to help angle his dick in better…and finally, with a push and a slick pop, the end of it was inside. Mark’s fingers curled as he felt that immense girth strain him beyond anything he’d ever felt before…it felt like it was just on the border of painful, that slight tweaking ache telling him he was pushing his luck. But it wasn’t agonizing, it wasn’t intolerable…it was tough, and he needed to stay still to get used to it for a bit, but he felt like he COULD get used to it, and that was a win.

“You doing okay?” And Brig was being attentive towards that, holding still as Mark breathed in and out, trying his best to relax. “Feels like you’re handling me well enough, at least.”

“Mmph…I’ll be good, I just need to…get used to it.”

“Then I’ll hold ya up a bit, then.” The croc held onto Mark carefully, keeping him upright and stable while the human fought to adjust to the stretch. The seconds ticked by, and Mark felt himself settling down; once he was able to let it sit for a bit, the girth of Brig’s tool didn’t really feel that bad. It helped that he wasn’t being pushed beyond what he was ready, given a chance to rest and prepare himself for the next step. Once he was ready, he slowly pushed himself down, letting more of that cock fill him and stretch him out deeper…it was a slow process, inching in gradually, slowing and stopping to let himself adjust as it breached deeper into him. Brig was as helpful as could be, ensuring Mark never had to struggle with holding himself up, even as his legs protested a bit from the strain.

Eventually, Mark started to rock a little bit back and forth during the adjustment times, trying to get himself used to the movements as well as the thickness. It was somewhat easier adjusting to that, since his body was a little more used to the stretch by the time he started testing that response…there was a hint of extra pleasure sneaking in as well, as the girth of that cock was giving his prostate a good rubbing, sending tingles through him and getting some quiet moans out of him. Brig was making his own rumbles of pleasure underneath him, no doubt enjoying the tight squeeze and movements that were working him up nicely…Mark could feel a trickle of fluid inside him from the end of Brig’s tool, ostensibly trying to smooth the experience a bit. He had to admit, it was going better than he thought it would…daunting size aside, he seemed to be getting through the initial breaking-in well enough.

Well enough, in fact, that he soon felt himself pressing back into Brig’s scaly groin, his rear meeting the croc’s body before he even realized it. It still felt like quite the stretch, but Mark wasn’t getting worse than that…in fact, he was even still hard, not having flagged despite the pressure. But his legs were being uncooperative now, not wanting to lift him up anymore. “Mmph…I think…I’m gonna need you to take the lead now, Brig…”

“A’right. Let’s just get you down a bit, here.” Brig shifted his hold to let Mark sink down over him, the human able to rest his arms as well as he was drawn down against that brawny body. In the end he was practically laying down on Brig, ceding himself to the croc’s whim…it made him a bit nervous, he was no longer in control of the pace, and just having to hope that he was as ready as he wanted to believe. But so far, Brig had been very good about not overdoing things…he felt at least safe in the knowledge that the big reptile would cease his movements if Mark found he couldn’t handle it. And that was what made him willing to surrender himself to Brig more than anything.

After a bit to make sure that Mark was comfortable, Brig started to move, shifting a bit so that his legs were more poised to push him into the human. His thrusts were slow to start, but still longer and faster than Mark had tried to tease out earlier on, and Mark was working hard to keep from tensing up as he felt that thick girth slide in and out, rubbing up against his prostate more insistently now and getting a bit of leakage from his own dick into that scaly stomach. It was again a lot, but fell short of too much…Brig seemed to have a good sense of Mark’s limits, and wasn’t overstepping them. He had to wonder if he was the first human virgin that Brig had been with…the croc seemed far too familiar with the process to be a novice. That experience was definitely working to his benefit, though…

Mark barely even noticed that Brig was building up on the pace, it was so gradual. But eventually it sank in that a good deal more of that cock was being pulled out on each withdrawal, and the push back in was more forceful, bringing him back in to just about the hilt in a faster motion. And it wasn’t feeling as tough to handle anymore, either, Mark’s body seemed to be getting more accustomed to the stretch, and allowing him to pick up on the sensations of pleasure that were being drawn from the engagement, no longer drowned out by the intense response. His breaths were still hard, but now much more laden with moans and soft cries of pleasure, his fingers scratching a bit against that tough hide. Those noises were mixing with Brig’s, the croc’s deeper rumbles and growls sounding fiercer as he built up the intensity…it wasn’t fast, it wasn’t rough, but it was definitely getting more active, keeping short of overwhelming but definitely pushing that whelm point as much as he could.

And it was getting Mark very close…as his body was rocking back and forth, his drooling dick was rubbing against Brig’s body, lighting it up with bliss as that smooth yet stimulating surface gave him exactly what he needed. The rubbing his prostate was getting was adding to that very nicely, to the point that Mark was starting to feel like he wasn’t going to last much longer. He wasn’t sure how much longer Brig was going to hold out, either, he wasn’t familiar with how to tell, but he was hoping that it was as good for the croc as it was for him…despite the already hefty stretch in his rear, he tentatively tried tightening down for Brig, just a little bit. It make the tension inside him spike a bit, but he heard Brig’s growl get a little sharper as well…it sounded like a good growl, though Mark couldn’t entirely say he was certain, he wasn’t exactly familiar with all the sounds a croc could make. Still, without hearing any objection to it, he kept at it, trying to help Brig get to the limit just as fast as he was.

But Mark was still the first to reach the finish line of that race, his climax hitting hard as it suddenly pushed through, making him cry out much more loudly and tense down harder as he started to squirt his load onto Brig, the pearly seed splattering over the croc’s belly scales and dribbling into the crevices between them. And just when Mark thought that rush couldn’t get any wilder, Brig suddenly bucked HARD a couple of times before letting out a growling cry of his own as a thick jet of spunk splashed into the human’s innards, the warm fluid soon moving from a gush to a deluge as shot after shot fired deep into him. The larger creature was impressively virile, Mark wasn’t sure whether it felt like a lot more than it was like his dick did or if he really was pouring pints of jizz into him, but it was impressively productive either way. And the roughness of those last thrusts quickly faded away as he remained hilted into Mark, a bit of grinding and pushing but nothing that would make things more challenging to endure.

It was a lot for Mark, who finally slumped onto Brig, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath, the rush of orgasm slowly receding and leaving him feeling full and sluggish. He could feel Brig’s chest rising and falling underneath him, the croc betraying his own level of fatigue as his release tapered off inside Mark…some of that seed was leaking out around his cock, adding to the mess around them both, but he seemed in no rush to be doing anything about it. “Hff…that was…everything I was hopin’ for, Mark. How’re you feeling now?”

“Nn…full. And exhausted. Think that pushed me a bit more than I expected…”

“Not a surprise…first time’s gonna do that to you. Let’s rest for a bit, then…don’t wanna have you falling over when we’re showering off.”

Mark wasn’t going to argue with that, especially since it meant not having to pull himself off of Brig so quickly…he was rather getting to like the feeling of that thickness in him. It would have to come out soon enough, anyway…but there was no doubt it would be back, if these were the terms of their deal until they could get the audio thing sorted out. And if it felt this good, maybe it didn’t have to end there…by the time they got to that point, Mark had a suspicion he might not want it to. And hopefully Brig would feel the same way…that was something for the future him to worry about, though. The present him could enjoy the moment…and hope that his legs weren’t too jellied to stand up in the shower.