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GATOR TAILS: SUPPORT GROUP

Trevor gave himself a good stretch and twist of his burly hairy body, after drying himself off outside the shower stall. He had put in a lot of road hours on his recent long haul from the neighboring country and was ready for a stop at a travel center equipped for over the road truckers like himself. Although he enjoyed the freedom of driving with the windows down on the highway, the humid summer air of where he was now, made for quite the sweaty driver and turns your skin into a vehicle exhaust residue magnet. The shower made him feel like a new man ready for the night. With that thought in mind, he crammed his dirty sweaty clothes into one carry bag and then pulled out a clean t-shirt and denim shorts from the other one. After putting the new clothes on and slipping the work boots back on over fresh clean socks, he gave his fully bearded face a quick rub down and then stepped out of the personal locker. He didn't bother to stop in the shopping section and walked on out to his parked eighteen wheeler. Once he was in it, he selected an address to put into his personal GPS unit. It was a location he found out about online in a chat room, that catered to specific career men like himself. The other person in the chat room said it was an ideal place for a man to drain his balls as often as he liked and although it was some distance off the main road, it was sufficiently equipped to handle large trucks.

The man tended to be a private person when it came to his personal needs and didn't exactly broadcast that he preferred other men just like him. He especially loved to breed them and turn the men into moaning needy fuck toys for his own pleasure, while also being fair and attentive to their need of release as reward for their time with him. Trevor couldn't help but get a little stiff in his shorts, by the time his truck was in motion and back on the road towards the new destination. Taking advantage of his elevated position in the cab, the man carefully opened and slipped his shorts down to his ankles. He then carefully got them off past his boots one leg at a time, then tossed the shorts up onto the seat next to him. The feel of the air rushing through the cab across his cock, made it get completely hard in anticipation of plunging into another warm hairy hole. A quick look at the GPS showed that he didn't have too far to drive before turning off the state road. He spotted an old large sign that had seen far better days, that appeared to be referencing some major farm up ahead. The faded weathered art had a look like it dated back to the 1960s and who knows if even the farm itself was still in operation as such.

A quick glance back at the GPS told him he was approaching the turn on the same side of the road as the large damaged sign. He decided to slow down and thought it best not to miss the turn. Who knows how much further down the humble two lane road he would find a place to turn around and then make the course correction. His pragmatism was rewarded with a barely visible break in the road side shrubbery, that marked where another narrower paved road connected. It appeared to be modified for wide turning trucks. Trevor did a quick check for any oncoming traffic, before swerving over into the other lane and began turning the truck to effectively get on the road with as little effort as possible. Whoever maintained this place made sure the overhead tree branches were kept cleared away for large vehicles such as his own truck. He didn't have far to travel until his head lamps lit up a black matte finished steel gate, that was mildly covered in vines and looked sturdy enough to stop a dump truck.

His eyes then caught site of a dull orange blinking light, that manifested at the same level as his open door window and just ahead of his decelerating truck. He brought the commercial vehicle to a stop and looked up a code that was also given to him by the chat room person. Trevor reached out to a small matte black vertical shielded panel, with a silver numeric keypad next to the blinking light, then punched in the code. The light immediately switched off and the gate ahead simply angled away from his truck, before slowly lowering down onto the ground and completely disappear. The man put his truck in gear and drove forward, before he leaned out the window a little and saw that the gate was now flat flush with the asphalt drive. The moment he was sure the back of his trailer cleared the entrance, he glanced at his side view mirror and saw the gate raise back up into place. He was not sure what to think of such specific treatment for guests such as himself, but then another part of him appreciated the security. This meant where he was going was private and the guests did not get harassed.

The driveway itself continued onward for quite some distance and made him wonder if maybe this place was the old farm referenced by the roadside sign, but was now under new ownership for some rather obvious creative usage. This thought brought a chuckle to him, as he pondered the various ways such a proposed big place could be utilized in giving their select guests the treatment they desired. The place itself obviously set at the edge of a swamp region, as evidenced by the Spanish moss hanging everywhere on the flanking trees. He actually rather liked the scenery and slowed the truck down a little to appreciate it more and to also be more prepared for a random animal hurriedly crossing the driveway. Something in the distance through the trees then caught his eye and seemed slightly out of place. Had it not been for there being a full moon, the clearing he was now focusing on would not be visible. Trevor slowed the truck down a little more and stared out at what appeared to be a naked man being fucked by someone who was quite a bit bigger than him… in clothes still? That didn't seem quite right. Then something about this clothed man got his attention and motivated him to direct his gaze back to the road and keep driving onward, as if he saw nothing. But he could have swore that man turned his head to look right at him and had a dull amber glow to his eyes. The clothes on him also looked weirdly… thick… and wet? The trucker just shook his head and brushed off the distorted observation as a possible byproduct of him being so desperately horny, thus wasn't thinking too coherently at the moment. A quick slap against his belly from his cock supported this assessment.

Trevor applied some pressure to the gas pedal and the truck resumed it's original coasting speed. Barely a minute passed by and the overhead Spanish moss decorated canopy broke away, to reveal one very large open area. Directly ahead was a familiar arrangement of other diagonally parked eighteen wheelers, that created a mixed row of boxed and flat trailers pointing towards a huge farm house with a wrap around porch. Off to the side was an equally huge white barn, along with a large short fat grain silo lurking just behind it. The buildings looked to be in really good shape and lent the image that this was possibly still a functioning farm, while also being a sanctuary for men like himself. Glowing bright orange movement, in the form of traffic directing wands, got his attention. Their user was a fully bearded hairy man, equal to his size and body type, that started walking his direction. Trevor was familiar with this procedure from stopping by weigh stations on the highway and began slowing his rig to a stop. He then let the truck idle as the man approached, tucked the wands into his back pockets and then hoisted himself up on the side step, bringing himself up enough to have their eyes at the same level for a proper conversation.

“Welcome to Sawgrass Sanctuary. We have everything here your normal major trucker rest stop has, but much better comfort and the added perk of letting men just be themselves."

Every single hair on the man's body was red and he appeared to be the variety that was very hairy, as evidenced by the lack of a shirt under his tan bib overalls. Trevor then spotted the man glance down, before bringing his eyes back up and grinning.

“Mind if I give that a test squeeze?" He asked and continued. “Looks like you have a pretty decent size piece of breeding sausage there. Thick like a Red Bull can and a little longer."

“Knock yourself out." Trevor replied and shifted his ass forward a little in his seat, to move his belly more out of the way.

The red haired man reached in through the door window, with a hand that was glistening with something that had a very potent maple scent to it and gave the throbbing shaft a firm but sensual squeeze. Trevor felt his cock warm up immediately and tingle at the man's touch. Motivating the trucker to close his eyes and moan, while letting a little precum flow out through the piss slit. The lubed hand then very slowly glided up and down his shaft once before stopping and squeezing his shaft a little harder. Another moan escaped the trucker's mouth.

“Oh yeah. This thing has been needing real attention for a quite while and you certainly have come to the right place." The man then resumed stroking. “How about you park the truck and then we see about getting that done right away stud." He added before letting go of the cock and licking his hand clean of the precum that covered it's lubed surface.

Trevor opened his eyes and simply sat there, to calm himself down and stop the precum flow. He then took his hand and wiped up whatever had fallen to the seat and licked it. He then took the same hand and used it to scrape the skin of his cock clean, before shoving the fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. The flavor of whatever warming lube the other man used reminded him of breakfast syrup. It stimulated his mind a little and briefly brought back memories of all the men he plowed and turned into whimpering needy fuck toys. But it also triggered other memories, from the rare occasion he actually would let another bear fuck him. He didn't mind making exceptions for them, as they demonstrated they knew how to treat a man right and even taught him a few things. Then before he shook his head to clear it of those latter memories, that made his cock throb painfully, they became the dominant ones and was motivating him to be the willing fuck toy tonight again.

His eyes then spotted the waving wands and slowly drove his rig forward towards a gap that was between to flat bed haulers. He did his usual wide swing out and then proficiently lined the truck up to coast right into the selected space, while following the man on in and paid attention for any caution breaks in the swinging motion of the wands. Once the truck had traveled far enough in to satisfy his conductor and his own personal visual assessment, he brought the rig to the expected brief hissing stop and then reached over to roll up the passenger window. Just as he straightened back up, he spotted the head of the red haired man standing right next to the cab.

“Leave your shorts inside for now. There is a nearby picnic table with our names on it." The man told him, then looked up to wink and grin at him, before walking away past the nose of the truck.

Trevor just shook his head and chuckled, before rolling up the driver side window and then shut the engine off. He then made sure the truck was secured, before climbing out of the cab and shutting the door. The man was immediately reminded of how far out in the country this place was located and wondered just how dark it would be outside, had it not been for the full moon lighting everything up. He remembered seeing only one actual bright light or lamp mounted above the large doors of the barn, but no other outside lighting anywhere else. Trevor then proceeded to trace the other one's footsteps past the line of parked trucks and spotted him standing next to a picnic table under a nearby shade tree. The bright moonlight showed that he had already removed his overalls and was standing barefoot, while looking right back and stroking his hard cock. The trucker walked on up to him and noticed a decently thick packing blanket had been spread over the one end of the table. Once both were within inches of each other, the red haired one reached out for his neck and pulled him into a long passionate kiss. Both of them closed their eyes and moaned in approval.

The trucker's nose and tongue immediately picked up on a familiar scent and taste, as the tongue plunged deep into his mouth and then rubbed against the roof of it sensually. That same warmth quickly filled his mouth and began seeping upwards through his head. Trevor felt a familiar fuzziness begin to tickle his mind, as his cock began slapping against his belly and occasionally collide with the other man's phallus. The physical contact motivated both to pull each others bodies together in an aggressive bear hug, crushing their throbbing shafts right between their bellies and motivated Trevor to briefly free up his hands to slip of his t-shirt. The warmth that filled Trevor's mouth was now manifesting on the surface of his belly and became even stronger in his cock, as the other man's cock began leaking an excessive amount of precum. Both then broke the kiss and began worshiping each other's neck, arm pits and nipples with the passion of virgin teenage boys. While doing this, Trevor's nose would occasionally get tickled by that same sweet syrup scent and found himself wanting to attack the source with his hungry mouth each time. He finally couldn't take any more and fell to his knees, grabbing onto the red haired man's lubed cock with both hands and wrapping his lips around it.

“There we go. Get at the source and swallow as much as you want inside your belly. No one here but us lusty men desiring the same thing from each other." The red haired one encouraged Trevor.

The trucker was initially shocked at the beer can thickness and ruler length of the man's cock, but his rapidly building lust quickly disregarded that and push his mouth down onto the throbbing maple tasting meat as far as the lips would allow it.

“Is that the only end you want this stuff in you? Was pretty sure you looked like a man that needed to cum really bad and I have an idea about us both getting what we want out of this."

Those latter words somehow triggered Trevor to begin reigning in control over his lust, like a truly accomplished breeder. He removed the cock out of his mouth, then slowly rose back to his feet and looked the other man right in the eyes, seeing the same level of passion burning in them. Something inside the trucker told him this man was among the exceptions and worthy giving up access to his ass. Without saying a word, Trevor just grinned and then hefted himself up onto the covered end of the picnic table, before pulling the red haired one in close for another tight bear hug.

“I do need to come really bad and want you to cum with me."

The other man pulled away and then smiled warmly, before giving the trucker a polite push on the chest with both hands and then grabbed onto the calves, as Trevor raised his legs and laid down on his back. He knew in this position there was no way he could see what was happening beyond his belly, but past experience from being on the other end of this arrangement told him what was happening next and waited with anticipation of how amazing that thick shaft was going to feel deep inside of him. The trucker then felt the blunt lubed end of the cock head touch his twitching anal entrance, before feeling his legs slip down and rest at a padded waist. The shaft then slowly pried his hairy hole open, as hands came down and began sensually massaging his belly. This was definitely the right type of man he preferred fucking him. Trevor just closed his eyes and breathed slowly, as the whole area of his ass began acquiring that familiar warmth and the cock began to slide into him a little easier as it went gradually deeper. It eventually made contact with his pulsing prostate and potently reminded him of just how much he needed release.

“Now let's get that first load out of you and see if we can paint your belly."

With those words the cock inside of him slid a little further and then retreated a short distance, before pushing forward again with a little more pressure and retreating with milder pressure. The motion was then repeated slowly, causing Trevor to moan loudly with approval. This man was literally priming him to become a cum fountain, the same way he would do it with the men he fucked.

“That's it. You let me drive and just enjoy the ride like a good fuck toy."

The red haired man then pushed in one more time and triggered the trucker to cum hard enough the first jet shot straight up two feet, before splashing down on his belly. The thrusting then increased and kept going as another jet ejected out of Trevor's cock. Although he couldn't see it for himself, the second jet shot a shorter distance, but was just as big and a little diluted in appearance. The trucker's nose was immediately assaulted with the familiar sweet alluring scent, as a third shot simply pushed out of his throbbing shaft and pooled over his belly.

“There we go. Getting you good and primed for the real fun." The red haired one assured him.

Trevor on reflex immediately reached for his nipples and began tweaking them.

“It feels so good. I feel like I could just keep cumming." The trucker commented.

“Then let's see if you can."

The cock inside the trucker's ass began going deeper with each thrust and released more of it's special stimulating gift inside him, causing the warmth to began radiating throughout his crotch. Trevor couldn't help but moan some more, as he felt more stuff slowly leak out of his cock and spread across his belly. This time it felt like to him it wasn't stopping and just kept flowing. It was like he was experiencing a really good morning piss and cumming at the same time.

“Fuck. That feels amazing. Whatever you are doing… don't... stop."

Trevor then lost conscious control of his arms and simply let them flop down at his sides. The red haired one licked his belly massaging hands clean and then hooked his arms under the legs at his waist, before hoisting the calves up onto his shoulders and then leaned forward enough to pin the trucker's cock between both bellies. The man then made one more thrust in and this time decided to not stop and slowly kept sinking deeper.

“Just relax and breath. Got something special for you."

The trucker then felt the other man's cock touch a place deep inside him, that very few men had the length to reach. He simply breathed slowly and nodded as assurance he was ready. The throbbing cock inside then pushed onward carefully and opened up access into his guts, while proceeding to begin spilling more of the warming substance directly into the more absorbent guts. Trevor managed to regain enough control to put his hands on his belly and felt them make contact with the other belly touching it. He then started rubbing the flesh sensually, as his entire torso area and legs began getting just as ambiently warm as his crotch. The slight fuzziness in his head had now become full blown lust, pushing him to desire nothing less than to be filled with as much of the red haired man's special gift as he could give the trucker. The cock then finally stopped sinking, as the red hair covered balls touched the ass cheeks and then began pulsing with a regular rhythm, as Trevor's guts began to gurgle and fill up with what was being pumped into him.

“Just let me know when you have had enough."

Both men simply remained in place motionless, as the gurgling began to subside and the belly started to become more round.

“So... full. More." Trevor whispered, while continuing to rub both bellies.

“I will give you more… if you then let me pull out and cork you. That way my load can stay inside you and keep you blissfully horny like a good fuck toy."

Trevor was then caught off guard by how rapidly his arousal then spiked, as the warmth finally spread up to his head and was traveling down his arms. Conscious control of his arms was lost again, as lust became a rising tide inside his head and crashed through the logic structure keeping his thoughts coherent. Through the fog of his rapidly building desire, the trucker's peripheral vision spotted another burly hairy man approaching. This one was also wearing nothing but tan bib overalls and was holding something familiar and big in one of his hands. The man himself unsurprisingly also had a full beard, that matched the rest of his dark hair.

“Been watching you two from the house and figured you be needing this." The new man offered and handed over a curiously shaped torpedo like object, attached to a flat base with a very short stem about as thick as a man's hard cock.

“Sure is nice to have such a great support group." The red haired one commented and took the object, while exchanging a grin and wink with the other man.

Both chuckled, as the red haired one began to slowly pull himself free of the ass he was filling and had the butt plug positioned right against one of the truckers ass cheeks. Trevor still possessed just enough structured thought to know what was about to be put in him from the touch of the object and the vague feeling of it's shape resting against his skin. He then noticed the other man shed his overalls and display an equally large dripping cock, that was then moved in the direction of his face. The picnic table creaked a little, as the man rested his knees on the connected sitting bench and then reached a hand to Trevor's head, as he guided his cock towards an open inviting mouth. The trucker moaned with approval, as he was fed more of the sweet tasting substance from the cock and got rewarding rubs through his short hair by the man's one large hand.

“Keep sucking. You might feel a brief pinch of pain, but then... it is a butt plug." The new dark haired man informed him with a soft deep comforting voice.

The trucker's mind and body at this point was saturated with sufficient amount of what had been pumped into him, that the only recognition he displayed of the cock's exit and the butt plugs entry, was slight twitch and blink of his eyes. It probably also helped he had past experience with things shoved in his ass. The cock he was nursing on was slowly removed from his mouth, before the man was helped up off the picnic table and onto his feet. His dazed and highly aroused state left him a little unstable, but nothing either of the other two men couldn't handle as assistance.

“Nice and slow there buddy. Still have a little time yet." The red haired one assured him.

The dark haired one picked up the discarded t-shirt and overalls and carried them while following the other two along the row of parked eighteen wheeler trucks.

“Are all the guests inside the old grain bin yet?" The red haired one asked.

“Still one missing, when I spotted you with this one."

“Let me guess…"

“Yup."

“Can't imagine how sexually frustrating his life was, before coming to this place."

“Likely caught in the usual social mental trap of being a loyal pussy hound."

The dark haired one then glanced down the side of a parked trailer hauler and spotted a gator carrying a man back from the woods in his arms. He gave the red haired one a nudge on the shoulder, as both looked back in that direction.

“Well…. At least he is finding fulfillment and happiness here."

The bright full moon confirmed this to their keen night vision, in the form of reflecting off the man's glistening round belly and the syrup occasionally dripping down from his open slack mouth. The gator carrying him finally looked their way and exchanged a knowing nod.

“He is definitely ready for the grain bin."

Both chuckle as they approach the end of the truck row and get flagged down by another similar built bearded man, who was already naked with a partially hard cock swinging with his footsteps.

“Hey guys. Saw you two walking a little slow with this one and wanted to see if you needed any help the rest of the way."

“We are fine so far and our visitor seems to be doing pretty good walking along on autopilot." The dark haired one replied and handed the clothing over to him

“Good. He was the one I was chatting with earlier today." The third one informed and took the clothes, before turning around and walking back to the farm house. “I will be sure and put his shirt in a marked bin with his name." He called out over his shoulder.

“I… like him." Trevor finally utters, as the haze of his arousal began to get a little thinner.

“Good. Because the ones we fetch is the ones we breed." The red haired one assured the trucker and gave him a pat on the back.

“Is he… big?"

“No bigger than me and my buddy."

“Fuck yes."

Trevor gets a chuckle from the other two men in response, as they began crossing the open gap towards the large barn. The gator carrying his breeding partner, brought up the rear. The trucker was still predominantly very horny and sensually rubbed his rounded belly. He could have swore he briefly saw that strange clothed large man again, but it seemed like he looked more like some version of an alligator that could walk on two legs. Had his logical mental structure been intact, he would be pondering about a lot of things to explain this. But his lust drowned mind could only think about one thing. Maybe he wanted to get fucked by some huge gator beast on two legs. Had his belly not been swollen, his throbbing cock would have actually slapped it wetly in response to that thought. All it could do for now was just throb and push against the inflated surface, while keeping it's lower section coated in the syrup saturating his system and persistently leaking out of his cock.

The trucker did notice regular thinking was starting to become easier, as they finally made it to the side of the barn and walked onward on a wide concrete sidewalk, that lead right up to the short fat grain silo behind it. At a glance it had the look of not being used in many years, with vines crawling up all over it's curved side and coming together to completely cover the cone roof. The only part of the structure's side that didn't have foliage touching it was the large double door entrance, that looked large enough to almost fit a truck though it. Trevor felt the surface under his feet change to a gradual incline, that brought the sidewalk flush right up to the bottom of the doors. The two men that had just used him back at the picnic table, had him briefly stop and walked up to open both doors. Although he was not sure why he had not noticed it before, but he heard both a scraping and dragging sound come up from behind him and then move around the man towards the opened doors.

The source manifested into the huge form of a black alligator, that was walking on two very muscular powerful legs and at an angled forward walking posture. Cradled in it's equally muscular arms was a man rubbing a rounded belly, that was wet with that same sweet maple smelling sex syrup that was currently inside Trevor's own bulging belly. The creature briefly paused, slightly turned and tilted it's head towards the trucker. Even with it's bent forward posture, it still towered over the man at twice his own height.

“Helcone. Enjoy. Helax." The huge beast actually spoke to him.

The gator beast then resumed walking onward through the open doors with no clearance difficulty around it's bulky body whatsoever. That same familiar maple scent, mixed with cinnamon and lemon drifted out and into Trevor's nose. It was initially an odd mix of scents, but also pleasant at the same time. The two familiar men then motioned with slow swinging arms for him to follow inside the silo. Once the gator ahead of him picked a direction to turn, the identity of the interior was revealed and it genuinely shocked the trucker. There was moonlight flooding into the interior through skylights that had been installed in the overhead metal roof. Except he didn't see metal. There was some sort of additional material added on the inside, that gave the interior sealing a visibly bumpy texture. He also expected an echo, made by the gator's claws and dragging tail, but very little was heard. It was likely absorbed by both the modified ceiling and the wall covering in the form of more vine type plants.

The concrete sidewalk inside continued onward from both his sides and hugged the vine covered wall of the huge empty silo. He guessed it likely formed a complete circle and was sure he could see another closed pair of identical doors on the opposite side of the open space. Directly in front of Trevor was a large waste high square concrete pillar, with a sloped top and brass engraved plate on it. He had now gained enough of his logical thought structure back, to actually read it's words.

This place is a sanctuary made for men like us that desire to live like men should. Free of social conditioning and oppression. Free of any judgment associated with his social activities within these walls. Free to live sexually as Nature intended all men to live and feel no obligation to restrict who they share that pleasure with on their own terms.

The trucker couldn't help but let a single tear manifest and run down his cheek, as it was caught by the extended finger of the red haired man that had just fucked him through the most amazing orgasm he ever had in his life.

“I have got to be dreaming." Trevor whispered to himself.

Both of the other men drew themselves in close, then jointly hugged him tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“This was a dream many years ago." One of them started and whispered it into his ear.

“A single man that was driven to live life on his terms." The other continued.

“Then one day he met a gator that also had a dream."

“Together with other gators and men like them, they took his inherited farm that was falling apart and rebuilt it into this new place."

Trevor watched the gator divert off the sidewalk and then walk down some barely visible steps that blended with the gradually curving rocky wall which sloped downward into a huge pool of water. The trucker finally noticed there was additional soft lighting provided inside the repurposed silo, in the form of large hanging colored lights overhead. He then heard a soft voiced conversation approach behind him and then the barely heard sound of the doors being closed. Three men manifested beyond the red haired one, smiling and waving warmly, as they walked the other way along the curving vine covered wall and then diverted to another set of steps. Although he was certain he still wasn't thinking all that clearly, he could have swore he saw most of their skin turn black and their bodies begin to grow larger. Their fronts turned a dark gray, as they stepped down into the pool water. He then saw a tail began growing above the ass cheeks of the first man, before he plunged on into the water.

“Oh yeah. You will need one of these handy things." The red haired one commented, before reaching for the brass plate and lifting it up like a lid.

Under it was a generous storage bin that had a few pairs of black diving goggles in it. The red haired man reached in and pulled out one pair, before closing the lid and then explained an obvious curious feature. At the edges of the protective viewing plate were small black screen covered cylinders.

“These here things work just like the gills on fish. All you have to do is just breath through your nose like normal and let the mask do the rest. This makes the social activities we do here in the pool a lot less awkward for our guests, with no tanks and breathing hoses getting in the way."

The water just beyond the concrete pillar briefly bubbled and a very strong dose of the arousal inducing maple scent escaped into the air, before being sucked in through the truckers nose and causing his cock to throb in response. More bubbles manifested across the pool's surface in random spots, drawing his attention away from the mask and then eventually focused on the gator carrying the man. He noticed the person was now standing on his own feet and leaning back against his gator companion, while slipping an identical diving mask over his head. The gator then carefully picked up the man and lowered him back down again, with movement that was very specific and was obviously meant to move the man's ass to make direct contact with the crotch of the beast. A moan was then heard escaping from the person, as the gator effortlessly held him in place and sunk inside his human sex partner. Trevor watched as a black powerful arm then wrapped around the man's chest under his arms and a hand cradled his rounded belly, before the gator stepped off into the pool. Both rapidly disappeared from site underwater in the dim overhead lighting of the repurposed silo.

The trucker's attention was drawn back to the diving mask in front of him, as it was lifted up slowly towards his face. He took the mask in hand and began walking towards the same steps taken by the two playmates that had just plunged into the pool. The texture of the same colored steps felt slightly rough and likely served the purpose to maintain traction while wet, while also delivering a rather pleasant sensation to the bottom of one's feet. It reminded him of certain sandals he had worn before, that had tiny nubs on the insoles that served the advertised purpose of massaging your feet as you walked in them. Trevor was however careful to maintain balance with his center of gravity temporarily shifted by what he was carrying in his belly. He did not care to stumble and fall, with no installed railing to catch himself. At least the steps themselves were wide enough to let him hug the rocky wall on his descent down the stairs and still leave room to spare towards the edge. Upon closer inspection in the dim lighting, as he approached a depth close to that of the water surface, he could see the steps finally stopped just above it and widened out into a landing big enough for at least one man and a gator creature. The water near the landing bubbled again and more of the arousal inducing scent escaped into the air around him.

The trucker greedily sucked it in and softly moaned on reflex, as his cock throbbed some more and began dripping with the sex syrup saturating his system. Being so close to the water surface let him actually see a little beyond the reflective mirage of the dim overhead lighting and saw faint signs of more illumination down within the pool itself. It was hard to tell if the rather soft ambient source was some sort of glowing rocks or plants. His eyes then spotted movement, in the form of a shadow swimming past one of the light sources. He tried to follow the movement, as it briefly blocked the view of other light sources along a predetermined path. It then looked like the path lead right up to where he was standing, but then abruptly ended there. Trevor wondered if his spot was possibly part of underwater ledge that could only be seen from below.

Curiosity and the anticipation of experiencing some new rather exotic sex, motivated him to finally spit prep his diving mask and then slip it on, before lowering himself down to sit on the landing and let just his legs break the surface to test the temperature first. The water itself was actually warm to the touch and felt slightly dense. Almost twice as dense as sea water. Floating within it should be a breeze. The surface directly in front of him bubbled once more, enticing him to finally plunge in and seek out the source. With one hand on his rounded belly, he pushed himself off with the other one.

Breaking the surface and sinking down under it did not feel as dramatic, as diving into other water. The greater density likely minimized the usual chaotic reaction and thus less expected noise was made above his head, as the water rapidly settled back down. Trevor noticed that he did indeed have greater buoyancy and did not sink quite as fast as he expected. It also helped with support of his rounded belly, freeing up his hand to assist with maneuvering himself around the pool. Being under the water gave him a better view of the ambient light sources and confirmed it to be some sort of aquatic plant that was growing in random places all around him in the distance. He had trouble figuring out just how big they were and how far away the rocks under them were from him. Trevor allowed himself to begin drifting backwards a bit and looked up, as the outline of the overhead rocky ledge that supported the stairs and landing came into view. He then noticed that he kept drifting back further and started using his arms like rudders to begin actually moving himself around, as he slowly sank further down into the warm inviting aquatic environment. Being mindful of where he was drifting, the trucker turned himself around and faced the destination and saw that the nearest rough wall with glowing plants set roughly where the above wall of the silo sat.

As he started moving both his arms and legs, to begin giving himself more momentum forward, he found that his initial assessment of the underwater walls distance and actual texture turned out to be in need of correction. He then noticed his increased movement through the water was giving him a sensation, that was a milder version of having the sex syrup touch his skin earlier above ground and was gradually making him more aroused and relaxed. This motivated him to relax his kicking effort and just used his arms as rudders again, as he proceeded to drift a distance that he was sure put him where the silo wall would be and still had yet to get close enough to touch any of the aquatic plants. Although his slowly building arousal began to take away what little logical thought structure he had regained earlier, he had enough left to visually assess that the silo itself sat over a submerged cave.

This was confirmed as his one hand finally made contact with a nearby small rock ledge with one of the plants setting on it. The plant itself reminded him of a cauliflower head and felt about the same to his searching fingers. Except this was a cauliflower head the same size as his entire body and the small ledge it sat on was part of a very rough and irregular looking underwater cave wall. The man couldn't begin to guess just how big this place really was, without access to full logical thinking mental capacity. The only thoughts that quickly began dominating his mind was where the drivers of the other trucks were hiding and where were the gator creatures he saw plunge into the pool water only a moment ago. As if to answer his question, his eyes spotted the normal skin of one such man. The person was simply bobbing lazily in the water, inside of what appeared to be a large side chamber well lit with lots of the glowing plants.

While Trevor still had a decent amount of conscious control over himself, he used his legs again and propelled himself into the large pocket area and slowly approached the round bellied man, who was just using his feet like springs. His bobbing motion was simple and consisted of sinking down until his feet touched the sandy floor of the chamber, then slightly bend his legs and push back. The water around him reacted and lifted the buoyant man up a couple feet, before letting him drift back down again. From the look of the blond hairy truck drivers posture, he was barely aware he was even doing it. As Trevor drifted closer, it became obvious that the man's mind was totally consumed by the effects of syrup saturation and simply let his arms drift outward, as he slightly bobbed with the slow vertical motion. Sex syrup was persistently leaking out of his cock and through his lips, before drifting a bit and then fall to the sandy floor below.

The active swimming trucker's eyes was then drawn to his chosen pleasure target, as he propelled himself closer and around the man, watching as more of the same dense sex syrup persistently squeezed out from between the other trucker's ass cheeks. Although he briefly looked towards the other man's face and looked for a visual facial expression of consent for sex, He quickly checked himself mentally and knew there was only one reason for a man to be down here. Fuck or be fucked. Besides, the dim lighting only showed him a reflective mirror for a diving mask face plate.

Trevor moved himself in close, as the man reflexively pushed himself vertical again, then let himself drift down onto the sandy floor and patiently held out his arms towards his first fuck toy of the night. Once the his hands made contact with the other truckers ass cheeks, he pulled the man close into a sensual bear hug and then angled his body backwards a little, to let momentum push his breeding partner's leaking ass slowly down onto his throbbing cock. He then let gravity and fluid dynamics do the rest, as his body continued to tilt and both drifted on down onto the sandy floor. The other trucker completely relaxed his legs and let them splay outward, as Trevor began to slowly turn him around. The sensation of the entry took him by surprise, with how easily it was triggering him and soon felt what syrup had saturated his body begin to flow out of his cock in a slow persistent sensual orgasm. It felt like he was pissing and cumming at the same time and moaned audibly. The other trucker moaned with him, as the cock sunk deeper inside his ass and his spinning was brought to a stop, just as their rounded bellies made contact. The blond man's cock was now sandwiched between their bellies and he let it be known how nice it felt with more moaning and continued release of the syrup inside him. Both men then let themselves completely relax and finally settle down onto the sandy floor, with Trevor laying flat on his back and his sex partner straddling him with legs splayed outward.

Before the last of logical structured thinking left Trevor's mind, he applied more grip on the blond truckers thighs and began slightly moving him up and down his throbbing shaft. The motion was just enough to make the head of his cock glide across the other one's prostate, stimulating him to release a strong flow of syrup. He watched as small globules of dense syrup then pushed out form between their pressed bellies and chuckled to himself with satisfaction. He then felt that last fragment of his logical structure then fade away and his mind swiftly consumed with raw need to cum. With that he relinquished his grip on the other trucker's thighs, letting them drift down one more time and then continue to let gravity push him down as far as the limits of their connecting bodies would allow them. The overall experience, connected with the sensations of the brief fucking, stimulated Trevor to begin releasing a stronger flow of syrup into his new sex partner and then felt himself become lost in the bliss of cumming continuously with the other trucker. His vision rapidly became more vague and had it not been for the dim lighting, one would see through his face plate and recognize the expression of one staring off into blank space.

Neither one recognized the two large black shadows swim into the chamber with them and strategically moved themselves into place, before gently separating the two men and then maneuvering them into place down onto their own gator cocks. The only recognition either truck driver gave of this change was moaning at the sensation of having a very large and slick phallus slowly plunge all the way inside their ass and then on into their guts. Trevor was the one to continue moaning, as the gator inside him began unleashing a strong stream of dense sex syrup inside him. The other man barely moaned at all, as the syrup soon flowed completely through his body again and out through his two available exit points. The two gators then sensually wrapped an arm around the truckers' chests and placed a hand over their round bellies, before they started moving their tails in a sideways steady motion. They angled their bodies horizontal for better momentum and exited the chamber, before angling downward and plunge deeper into the main huge chamber.

The gator's eyes began glowing a soft amber color, as the lighting level was cut in half through their descent. Soon other pairs of amber glowing eyes came into view, along with the rest of the visible paler skinned bodies of truckers. The water echoed with the sound of a few that were still a little coherent and being filled by the gator sex partners, while the rest with round bellies were literally gently pushed between the rest of the present gators like floating beach balls. Whoever caught a floating bobbing trucker would briefly pull him down onto their cock and push more syrup through his over saturated limp body, before releasing him and giving a big push in a random direction across the open chamber. The sensation of being persistently kept filled so full and continuously cumming, kept the men's minds blank of self identity. Limply drifting arms and legs was the visual confirmation they had completely surrendered to being used… and soon it would be Trevor's turn to join them.