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I've never said it was easy being me. It only looks like it when looking at things from the outside, but I like knowing that the tumultuous road that I've taken has led me to some pretty interesting stops along the way. The Horridus album was a rousing success, embraced by the heavy metal media and fans alike as more than just a bunch of interlopers. That and I got to showcase my own skill on the guitar. . .Rocky, our original lead guitarist, either was kind enough to let me take lead, or was trying to prove that he was better than me. But in the end, he was really impressed and let me play lead on Lana's songs. And while that vixen's a pretty bad-ass guitarist in her own right, she let Rock take lead on the more complex pieces.

After the world tour that took us to thirty-six countries and five continents over the span of about sixteen months, I was more than ready to just fall over and say fuck the world. . .I just need to chill. Even then, I couldn't stop thinking about music as I've started writing stuff that I hope to put on a second solo album; Unleashed was another success that saw a couple tracks get regular airplay both here in America and overseas. And I cannot help but to smile and sing along when one of my creations is heard when I'm driving around, whether it's the new stuff, my solo stuff, or even one of the old Saur Loser tracks that still gets regular airtime. I've been asked if I'd ever like to get into teaching, and there will be a time and day where I pass on my gift to others. But I'm having too much fun right now to slow down.

But there always comes a time where a fella's gotta sit back and let the batteries recharge. I've got my place in California near the Tailswish offices in Los Angeles. . .but there comes a time where a change of scenery would do me well. So I looked at some property in Florida around the Miami area. . .but there was nothing there that interested me. . . and then I got a call from an old buddy of mine saying that he had a place in Key West that he was looking to move into for good. I know that the label also had offices there as well, so it was a natural fit. But I did not expect to fall in love with the place to the point where I had Roscoe ask to transfer to Miami. . .not really that big, but living costs in California were getting ridiculous. So I made up my mind that I would settle in Florida, like a proper gator or croc would. . .but where? I looked at places in Key West. . .but my search led me to a place that is only a couple blocks from the ocean. So I called the guy up and arranged a meeting once I flew into town.

It was located on Johnson Street. . .six bedrooms, which meant I could have the guys and girls in the band over without having to put anyone on the floor. Five bathrooms also meant that they could do their stuff in peace. . .and it was roomy as well. It also had a four-car garage so I could put my rides in there without worry. After the tour, the realtor asked me what I thought of the place. I looked at him with a wide grin on my face.

"Like Jimmie, man. . .absolute perfection," I told him. The ferret scratched his chin, obviously confused. . .must not follow the NASCAR circuit, I thought. So I explained it to him and he understood it a little, but what he really understood was what I asked him next. "How much you askin' for this place?"

"Well, Mr. Chilton," he said, "we're looking at 2.7 right now. And even that's down from the 3.5 we had it at six months ago."

I was set right then and there. "Cool. . .I'll take it. I could use the change of pace from L.A. to be honest. . .that and I've got a buddy that's got a time-share down here he's looking to dump." His face lit up like that of a child on Christmas morning as we started on the paperwork. Once that was taken care of, I was one happy crocodile as I looked around my new lair with a sense of pride. I pulled out my phone and called my friend with the time-share down there. I waited for him to answer, and when he did, I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Hey Joey, guess what?" I said.

"What?"

"I think I just signed myself into a new home in Key West. . .you still looking to get rid of that one place you got down here?"

"Oh, awesome! I've been looking for an excuse to get out of that place. . .do you think. . .?" Ahh, Joey. . .he's a good guy. He lives in the D.C. area and was working as an IT specialist at Lockheed-Martin. . .but all that changed about a year ago after he hit the Powerball for $265 million. He did what I would have probably done. . .he gave half of what he got to his parents, which came out after taxes to around $95 million. He's been doing a good job of saving and spending it frugally, but the place he had in Key West was a serious overreach if I may say so. He recently decided to give up his position and move down here because, let's face it, a crocodilian was not meant for winters up there, and that gator was no exception.

As we talked about the house and the prospect of rooming together. I couldn't help but to think about how we first met. I was in Washington for a brief spell and thought about checking out some of the clubs in the area when I came across this one place. . .I forget what it was called offhand, but it had quite a crowd the night I went. I do remember it was a gay club, and it's no secret out there that I'm into dudes as well as chicks; hell, the porno I shot with Gregory Horne should be enough proof of that. So after I enter, I sat at the bar and was chatting it up with one of the bartenders who recognized me right away when I first saw him. . .about six feet tall, give or take an inch, and of a decent build as well. He wasn't too lanky, nor too muscular. . .he wasn't skin and bones, but he wasn't fat, either. In other words, Goldilocks would've been all over that cause he was just right. I called him over and we started talking about stuff. . .told him I was a musician and was writing some new material at the time. He seemed interested, but as we started talking more and more, I started feeling a connection with him. Either that or he was enthralled by my chiseled figure as I was wearing a tight-fitting black tank and denim shorts as it was still warm. I recall him being in a t-shirt and shorts. . .but little else I remember.

That is, until we got to the bathroom. I had heard from the bartender that guys like to sneak off into the bathrooms to fuck and perform all kinds of other sexual acts, and usually that was tolerated to an extent. The club also had private suites, but they were all being put to use at the time. So Joey and I decided to try our luck. . .and man, was it worth it. From the way he ran his hands over my chest and shoulders, to the way he moaned when I slid my cock into the vice-grip he had for a tailhole, it was almost like we were meant for each other. And as we grunted and moaned while I shoved my slickened cock in and out of him, the bonds were slowly sealing around us. . .and even faster when he begged me to fuck him harder while he was bent over the toilet. Other than that, all I could recall was the intense pleasure I felt before I shot deep into him, and he growled viciously before splattering his own load all over the seat in front of him. It took a while before either of us were in any condition to head back out into the main club, during which he did a great job of cleaning me off and just about got me off again. So I had him open his mouth, and I muzzle-fucked him until I was feeding him another round of crocodile cum. We collected numbers before going our separate ways that night, and have been in constant contact ever since.

We talked for about a half an hour before hanging up, to which the musteline agent perked up and asked me who it was. When I told him, he smiled as if he knew him as well.

"Oh, Joey Gatorman, huh? One of my colleagues recommended him to me when my computer was acting up." I knew he still worked on computers and networks in his spare time, but not so much any more as he spends a lot of his time diving off the coast and just soaking up the tropical sunshine. That and watching soccer. . .it seems like more and more people I know are into soccer, especially here in the US. Obviously Lana's into it as she was born and raised in London, but I didn't know that Joey was into it as well. But while she's a Chelsea girl and follows the elite leagues, he's more into the lower levels of the English leagues, which I find interesting because not many people outside of the British Isles are into them. He also showed me a sizable coin collection as well at the place he has down here, including a lot of foreign currency that is now obsolete. I never thought of pieces of metal as being interesting enough to seriously get into, but some of the stories behind them were very intriguing.

The locals down here know him as "Joey Gatorman," which is appropriate for an alligator regardless of what he does. And after we settled in down here together, it truly felt like paradise. We had our moments where we were ready to rip each other's throats out, but I guess that happens with all friends and roommates every now and again. And yes, we still have sex on a regular basis; though I think it's safe to say that he's mainly the bottom and I the top when we do decide to get it on. But damn it if it's not scorching hot. . .in the bedroom, on the living room floor, wherever. But I think our crowning moment came when we decided to light some tiki torches at sunset and have it out by the side of the pool. I don't know if I had ever been turned on that much with another guy, or if I had ever came as hard as I did with anyone. . .it's something we haven't done since that night. If only I had someone to record it. . .that would've been something.

But now that we've settled down and have gotten used to life together in paradise, it's been nothing but good times. I've had the other band members over and they seem to like the place; Joey's had a few of his friends over for cookouts and stuff, and they've been pretty impressed with the place as well. That and everyone's loved my cooking, but that's another tale for another time as we've watched another perfectly good day wind down. I've always managed to get in at least three hours on the guitar every day since I was nine, and more for good measure; this day, I've gotten in three in the morning while Joey was still asleep and in between breakfast and going to the store to stock up on food for the week. I was about to pick up the guitar again when I heard the doorbell go off.

Startled, I went to go get the door, but I saw that Joey had gotten to it before me. I smiled when I saw that it was a good friend of ours, a skunk by the name of Gary Brockelman. Gary was an older guy. . .my best guess would be that he's in his late-40's or early-50's. I never asked his age because it never dawned on me to begin with, but he seems to be young at heart. He's a stocky fellow, but one would expect that from a good mephit, and he had a fair bit of paunch to go with his broad build. His soft gut and rounded backside told of someone that took it easy and ate well, but his arms and legs told of someone that kept in fair shape as well. And that he did. . .ever since he turned over the reins of his tech company to his sons, he's taken on the role of a scuba instructor as he's been one with the water ever since he was a kit. I joke with him that he's part crocodile, but he likes being a skunk too much. He's got a place by the marina with his wife, Paula, drives a Lexus and has a boat he uses for his dive excursions with appropriate name of "Simply Skunked" with a skunk passed out on a hammock. My guess is too much rum, but whatever.

"Hey, Gary!" I said do him as he reached out to embrace me while Joey closed the door.

"Good to see ya again!" I could tell that he was glad to see me, as well as I was to see him. We had ourselves a nice little adventure off of Looe Reef not too long ago; a couple hours in about fifty feet of water produced hundreds of pictures when some reef sharks and barracudas came in to browse the reef. And then out of nowhere, a pod of dolphins decided to come and play with us for about fifteen minutes before we had to surface.

But back to the here and now as he came in further. "So what brings you our way?"

"Thought I'd come and check out the new place. . .that and Paula's. . .well, y'know. . ." His wife was about ten years younger than him, definitely lured in by his money and still able to have kits from the sound of it. Gary walked around a little bit; we definitely outfitted the house with everything a proper bachelor pad would have: 65-inch flat screen TV with high-end home theater system, which has game consoles and a media center PC hooked into it, leather sofa, designer coffee tables and lamps. . .the works. We also have a lot of sports memorabilia hung on the walls and in bookcases filled with DVDs and video games as well as a couple guitars and some of my gold and platinum records in places as well. So Gary sits down on the couch and I join him as I sink into the cushions. "Nice place you guys got here, Jason." He's one of the few people that know me by my real name outside of my family. Even Joey calls me "Croco" when addressing me, but he knows that I don't really mind either name.

"Thanks. . .glad you took up our invitation to come out," I told him. "Kinda wish Paula could come over."

"That's okay. She's up in Miami with a couple of her friends spending my money. . .not that I mind." While he may be retired from actively running his company, he still pays the bills and collects the profits. His sons, Darren and Kevin, actually take care of the day-to-day operations, and they've done a pretty good job at it. Think he said something about creating and designing high-tech medical equipment being what they do. . .either way, they've caught onto something and it made them a lot of money.

I couldn't help but to chuckle at how nonchalantly he said that. "Give her the cards and told her to knock herself out, eh? How much do you really think you're worth right now?"

"From where I'm sitting. . .right now, about 30-mill. Haven't really run the numbers in a while, but at least the boys haven't pissed it all away. Diving operation's been turning a decent profit as well."

"Cool," said Joey as he returned from the bathroom, "Y'know, we oughta go out again sometime." Then he turned to me and rubbed over my arm, which sent me into a soft rumble. "Good call on Looe, Croco."

"That place doesn't normally get that much action," Gary reminded us, "Usually it's mostly barracudas and morays, maybe the occasional ray and, if we're lucky, a shark or two."

I knew that Joey was wanting to know if he would've ever considered doing anything sexual with another guy. Last week when I was over at their house, Paula mentioned something about them belonging to a swingers' club, which has always intrigued me. I've never been shy about anything sexual, and while it has gotten me into trouble on occasion, I've always felt liberated from the normal bounds and taboos that society has set. Of course I wouldn't do anything outrageous or illegal, but I have had thoughts of it and urges to do some stuff that is high on the thrill list. But I've yet to act on them. I was kind of curious as well. . .the mephit didn't seem like someone that would do anything out of the ordinary aside from the swingers' club. However, I would act on this initiative this time. "Hey, Gary. . .you've. . .you and Paula been doin' stuff in the sack lately?"

He looked at me and blushed slightly; that tipped me off as a sign he's done something that he would not reveal easily. "Uh. . .y-yeah. . .you mean aside from me getting my paws on her and givin' her the Big Skunk Daddy treatment?" I couldn't help but to laugh as Paula liked to boast about her Big Skunk Daddy and how he does her well in bed.

"Heh, yeah. . .you've never seemed like the wild one to me, but I could always be wrong."

"Well. . ." He rubbed his chin for a split second before he answered. "We had a round of pegging the other night. . .that's pretty much all she can do when she's on the rag."

Joey perked his head up. "Pegging? What's that?" he asks. Gary took his time with this one, and I could tell he was coming up with a good explanation.

"Should I be blunt, or give you the technical explanation?" He looked me in the eye, and I just gave him a grin and a nod. "All right. . .basically it's where she puts on a strap-on and fucks me in the ass." Instantly, the gator's eyes widened and his jaw slackened slightly.

"Whoa!"

I snickered a little at his reaction before he excused himself and retreated to our bedroom, to which Gary became curious and asked me why he went upstairs. Seeing as how the conversation had taken a sexual turn, I suggested that he was going to get leathered up and come down to show off a little. We've been through the Art Deco in Miami and hit up the clubs there, and while it once landed me on the cover of the National Enquirer with the predictable "OMG GAY!" headline, I don't make a big deal about it. If brooding yuppie housewives want to think I've gone gay, then let them. They don't make up the majority of my fanbase, and those that are a part of it are definitely not the tabloid-browsing type. But yeah, we've pretty much done it all. . .clubs, coffeehouses; hell, I've even given impromptu acoustic performances. Just don't tell Roscoe about it, or that raccoon will want to get his paws in on the action. . .but knowing him, he won't do anything about it except maybe try and book it as a regular gig.

But that was the last thing on my mind as I looked Gary in the eye while waiting on Joey. "You know," I said, "if you ever wanted to do anything with me and Joey, and your wife's all right with it. . ." He then cut me off with a soft chuckle as he leaned into me a little, letting his gut press against my chest. I pressed back as he smiled.

"I'm sure Paula would want proof of it if she wasn't there with us," he chortled, "why, what were you thinking of, Jason?"

"Well. . ." I knew where he was going with this, and so did my body as I felt myself beginning to stir in all the right places. "I was kinda wanting to have a go at this right now."

The look on the skunk's face said that he was more than ready, but unsure of what to do next. That is where I reached around and guided his muzzle toward mine, pressing to his lips and giving him a deep kiss. I was a little surprised when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, but I responded in turn as I began to rub over his back and sides like I do with many of my lovers. He did the same as we deepened the kiss, with me moaning into his mouth and letting my hands drift lower.

It was right about then that Joey cleared his throat, causing him to break away and look up at him. I just sat back on the couch, while he had the classic deer in the headlights look on his face as the gator held a box in his hand. We looked at what was in the box as Gary sat back with me, his sheath pressing firmly against the khaki shorts he was wearing.

"What's in the box?" I asked, my intuition getting the better of me before Gary asked the same thing.

"Open it and find out!" he said as he handed the box to Gary. As soon as he opened it, I knew what it was, but the look on his face said it all. . .he had no clue what any of it was for. For starters, he revealed a leather cap that looked like it was more at home on the head of a military officer, except that it was all black, and then came the paw mitts made of the same leather as the cap. He blinked again when he pulled out a leather band, to which the gator identified as a cock ring, before questioning how something like that would work as he explained how it worked. But what took him more than anything was the ball gag that he found in the box, and after Joey told him that it was his, he put it back in the box.

"You have to be kidding me!" he gasped as I wrapped an arm around him. "Why would I want something like that?"

"Hey, if you don't wanna, that's okay," I told him, "but I know that Joey gets off when I gag him and fuck him."

Gary put the gag back in the box, then the rest of the equipment on top of it as he let his tail flicker back and forth, catching me in the face with that big floof. "Sorry, but it's not my thing. . .I might save it for Paula and see what she thinks, but not right now." We could both see Joey getting hard and I looked at him before pressing in for another brief but heated kissed, where I moaned into his mouth as I felt something prodding against my shorts. I knew Gary was straight, but the thoughts and feelings were definitely right, and I knew he was very much an adventurer. But why restrict it to just the ocean, I thought to myself as Joey began to strip down, though I stopped him just before he got to his own shorts. I told him not yet before asking him the big question.

"You sure you wanna do this, man? We don't have to if you don't wanna. . .but if you want it, then tell us." He hesitated for a moment, the skunk unsure of what or even why he was doing this, so I figured I'd at least try to break the ice. "It's kinda like having Paula pegging you if that's what you want, or. . .you ever fuck her in the ass?" He looked at me with a smirk, which I took as an immediate yes. "It's like fucking her in the ass, only it's one of us. . .probably Joey seeing as that's what he likes." That got me hissed at, but I could tell that he wasn't serious. "Oh, you know it, sexy gator. . ." He likes it when I call him that as I beckoned him over to me, and stood up to lock snouts with him. This is where things start to go from flirtatious to downright feral for us as I reached down to grab his ass, the gator's tail hiking as my hand squeezes firmly. I pulled back from him to look at Gary sitting on the couch, the skunk starting to go for the polo shirt when Joey grins at him.

"Here, I'll get that. . ." he says, but then he goes for his pants instead, which left him red-faced and trying to cover it. I had to reassure him that it was okay and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Joey slid his shorts down to his ankles, showing that he was fully erect already. He looked to be a little more than average for a skunk in both length and thickness as I smirked and winked at him. I was about to tell him that Paula's one lucky skunkette for having that every day when Joey suggested we join him in a state of undress. I had to nod and accept as Gary kicked off his shorts, and then he peeled off his shirt as well. Joey grinned and started to murr, quickly shedding his clothing while I took my time in getting my shirt and shorts off. Once our clothes were all in a pile on the floor, we settled back down as I looked down to see that I was starting to get hard. Joey knew I packed a lot of heat, but I don't think Gary was prepared to see twelve inches of rigid crocodile meat presented before him.

"Jesus, you're big!" he gasped, looking back at Joey and licking his lips while he reached over and helped Gary into his getup. I couldn't help but to note how good he looked in the cap while the gator got up and went back up the stairs again. We couldn't do too much before he came down with another gag, this one being of the opened variety as he wiggled it around by the straps.

And as I was guessing, the elder mephit protested when Joey asked him what his newest device was for. "Yeah. . .it's so that I can't tell ya to stop when you fuck me in the ass." I could tell that he was kidding by the tone of his voice, but Joey beat me to the punch when I wanted to explain that it was a minor consequence.

"With that on," he said with a grin, "you can't tell me to stop when I fuck you in the mouth, either! Though it's not possible. . ." Gary had an incredulous look on his face as he continued to eye the gag while he reach over and began to stroke my own cock. I closed my eyes and groaned softly, feeling his soft padded paws working on my cock in slow strokes, shifting a bit to get in a more comfortable position. For someone that isn't really into cock that much, he was doing a damn good job, though I'm sure he's pawed himself off many a time in his experienced state as I glanced over at Joey as he stood by and watched.

"Damn, Jason. . ." said Gary as he gripped my shaft, which pulsed in his paw as he jerked me off, "what I would give to have what you've got there. . ." I opened my eyes again as I sat back and watched Joey move in, though he didn't do anything except stand there and watch the skunk pleasure me. Seeing him in that outfit. . .I still wasn't sure if it looked right on him or not, and it was hard to resist the temptation of calling him "Skipper" or something like that. But at least he was proving to be a flexible man in his pleasures, sending a shiver racing through me when he reached down to give my hefty scrotum a squeeze.

I had a feeling that Joey was going to say something as I kept my eye on Gary, and he didn't disappoint. "Y'know, Croco. . .you wear an outfit like that on occasion, don't you?" he said to me. I could feel myself turning purple from that as I normally wasn't into clothing for sexual purposes. For me, it's better to unwrap with a smile and keep it all off while doing the nasty or whatever, but admittedly I like to get into the leathers for him because I know that he likes it. However, it's something that I don't like to become public knowledge, even amongst friends as I could only chuckle and shake my head at the gator as he called me out on it.

"Uh. . .yeah, but c'mon!" I protested meekly, "You know I only do that for you!"

Joey laughed as he drew my snout in to give me a lip-smacking kiss. "Had to come out sometime. . ." Then he had an idea while I rubbed over Gary's head while he continued his work on my cock. "How about this. . .how about you get into yours, and then I will get into mine?" He looked at me with that deep rumbling purr he usually gives me when he really wants something bad, and even though I wasn't in the mood, that has a tendency to break me down as I smiled back at him.

"I might. . ." was the answer I gave him. The skunk smiled up at me while his free hand reached over to begin stroking Joey at the same rate as he was to me. He hissed softly in pleasure as his paw worked the gator's cock; like the rest of him, it was nothing special as it was of average length and thickness, but average to a gator is a little more than that for your typical mammal. But he then did something that I wasn't expecting of him as he reached down and gently grasped Gary's wrist and gave a suggestive tug to tell him to stop.

"Mmmmhhh. . .don't get me all aroused just yet," he told him.

"Why not?" asked Gary as he churred in a soft tone, pulling his paw back and looking up at him. "Your friend seems to be enjoying this. . ."

"If I cum now, then all the fun will be lost."

I could tell that he was thinking of something as I leaned in and nibbled on Gary's neck, causing him to let out a moan while he sank further into the soft cushions. Usually when he gets like this, it leads to big things; I remember the last time he told me this, we ended up outside by the pool for that memorable session we had under the dusk sky. So of course, I had to ask him what he was plotting in that head of his. "All right. . .what've you got planned this time, sexy gator?" He loves it when I call him 'sexy gator', too. Though what can I say. . .I've always told it like it is and have never been shy about expressing myself. And yes, he is a very sexy specimen of an alligator. But he surprised us both when he just rolled his shoulders and gave me a perplexed look.

"I don't know," said Joey as he rubbed his snout, "I just thought the three of us would dress up and enjoy ourselves." He did raise a finger as he did have an idea. "Although. . .I would like Gary to suck me off real nice. . ." Gary smirked at him while he eyed his cock with eager anticipation. ". . .while you take him in the back!" The smirk turned to a look of apprehension with a hint of fear thrown in as he let go of my cock.

"Wait a minute." He looked back at me and gestured toward my loins. "You want him. . .in me?" I looked up at Joey, and we both nodded back with toothy crocodile grins. "I don't know if I can handle him in all honesty." He took a deep breath and let it out in an exasperated sigh. "But I'd like to try at least." Then he let out another sigh and murmured something under his breath, but I was able to pick it up being right next to him. "That just means that the missus'll have to get a bigger dick herself. . ." I couldn't help but to smirk as Joey smiled.

"Right, then. . .I guess it's settled," he said, then made another retreat toward the bedroom. "Now if you gentlemen will excuse me. . .I'll need to get the goodies. I'll be right back." As he turned tail and made his way toward the staircase, I couldn't help but to think of what I would've done to him when I got the chance next. . .and then I had an idea of my own.

"Hey Joey, can you get my harness for me?" I asked him. "You know which one. . .and I'm thinking of using the Liquid Silk on him, too." I only break that out for the extra-special occasions as that stuff is expensive in terms of lubricants, but when you and your roommate are worth about $40 million each, you shouldn't be that picky about what you use to fuck. And he was quick to remind me of it, too.

"Yeah, sure thing. . .though if you're touting the Liquid Silk as something special, you use it on me all the time, Croco." Touche. He then disappeared up the stairs, leaving me alone with the skunk for once as I shifted against him, pressing my cock against his soft belly. He churred quietly and wrapped his arms around me as he pressed to my snout to kiss me. I knew that he was going further and further with each passing second. . .each minute that we embraced, looking for any reason to just abandon what plans we had and just fuck like there was no tomorrow. Our arms crossed as I broke away, and we each groaned in turn as hands found their targets and started stroking the other's cock, keeping it slow and easy while I was starting to wonder about things.

I said the first thing that was on my mind as I glanced behind Gary to try and get a good look at him from that perspective. "Mmmm, so. . .your wife ever kiss your ass, Gary?" He looked at me with a crooked grin, and though he didn't give me a straight answer, I could tell what it was.

"Maybe. . .depends on what kind of mood we're in that decides on whether my tail goes up and her lips meet what's under it." To translate for you: yes, he loves it when she eats him out back there, but he doesn't get it as often as he feels he should, but it's a thing they don't really do often. I looked at him as I pressed my nose to his.

"Well with me, it's only a little bit of a mood thing," I told him, "But it's mostly what I do to get one ready for me. . ." He nodded slowly while I tapped him on the hip a couple times. "Get up on all fours and flip that tail for me, Gary. . .time for me to see what I'll be diving into." A hearty chuckle came from him, though I thought it was a hideous attempt at dry humor as he rolled over onto his paws and knees and lifted his tail up. When he settled, I first gave his rump a massage to which he cooed softly and wiggled his butt and hips to. He said something about having 'wonderpaws', but I scoffed at him for that. In all honesty, though, I do hold my hands in high regard and if someone were to ask me what feature I would brag about to them, usually I respond by holding my hands up to them and telling them so. As I massaged his butt, every so often I would spread him open and peek at the deep pink opening that laid between his perky cheeks. Seeing as how he liked to keep in shape, they were firm to the touch, but soft enough to jiggle as I let go of them and dropped to the floor.

I opened him up again, but this time I held him there so I could get a closer examination of him. As I was hoping for, Gary had a scar on each side of his anus consistent with that of a skunk that has had his scent glands removed; I think it's actually required by law before a young skunk would be admitted to school. It's something I've been hearing about in the news lately. . .seems like a group of skunks feel like this is unfair and are protesting the laws, calling it "unnecessary mutilation" and such. But a lot of civilized mephits, and I don't mean that there's any out there that live like undiscovered natives or anything; however, they are having the procedure done just to avoid accidents and persecution on their own terms. I must say that I agree with the latter as I wouldn't wanna be called "stinky butt" and the shit that I heard skunks being called in my school days.

I hovered over Gary's anal opening for a moment longer before lowering my snout to the soft flesh and dragging my tongue over it. Gary let out a deep moan as I started to flick and swirl my tongue around his tailhole, getting it nice and slick while I enjoyed taking his rich masculine scent, potent but not unpleasant and lacking the distinct skunky edge that an intact mephit would normally have. I could tell that he was really getting into it, so I started flicking my tongue rapidly over him. He lurched forward and moaned loudly, pressing himself back into my snout while I growled into his ass.

"Ohhhh. . .oh fuck, Jason!" he grunted out while I continued slathering my tongue across his hole, "You're so good at that. . .shit. . .don't stop!" I wasn't ready to stop as I fed on Gary, replacing the scent around his bunghole with my saliva, though he still had that distinctive male flavor to him. If I really wanted to, I was certain that I could make him cum all over the place just from the rimjob I was giving him. But after a couple more minutes, I felt he was ready for the next step in my plan to prepare him as I sat up, keeping Gary on all fours as I teased him with a finger. I pushed against his perineum. . .or in layman's terms, the muscular area between a guy's balls and tailhole. . .and started rubbing him there. With the way he moaned and whimpered, I almost thought he was hiding something as I brought my hand back up over his ass and back down to feel over his fuzzy nuts, which were packed full of skunk spunk by the feeling of them.

But I didn't linger there for too long as I licked a fingertip to get it moistened up. I can tell that Gary was getting rather anxious to see what I had planned for him next as he twitched in anticipation. I put an end to the speculation when I eased my finger into him, causing him to moan softly as it sank deeper into his soft passage.

"Mmmm. . .you're a tight skunky," I told him as I began to push back and forth through him, seeking out his prostate but not doing anything just yet. "Been a while since you've had anything back here, eh?"

Gary looked at me and nodded as he groaned, giving his ring a squeeze as I continued working his hole. "Yeah. . .about a couple months to be honest. Just haven't. . .unngghhh. . .haven't really been in the mood." The smile on his face told me that he was loving it as I slowly fucked him with my finger, feeling him squeeze and release while sliding into him further. I knew that if I could wiggle my finger around inside him just right, I could hit his prostate and send him into fits the same way Joey does when he fingers me as he sucks me off. But just before I did that, I slipped my finger from his puckered opening and was about to get it wet again with my saliva when I heard Joey coming down the stairs and back into the room. He had a box in his arms with my things in it as I fished through them to see what I could find, and lo and behold, there was my harness sitting right on top of a few other items. I could not help but to grin widely as I pulled it out.

"So that's where it was?" I said as I slid my snout through the opening in the straps, which crossed over my chest and met at the ring in the middle. I had Joey fasten the rear straps so that it was tight across before l reached into the box again, sorting through things until I had found the bottle of lubricant I was wanting. With Gary wiggling his plump ass at me, I wasted little time in pumping out a generous portion of the slippery substance and rubbing it over his tailhole, and a smile came across my face when he moaned softly as I slicked him up. Then I decided to have a little more fun with him. I pushed the finger I was using on him earlier in once again, pumping it gently and searching around for that lump I know is in there. And when I found it, I pressed firmly against it and began to rub. His face lit up, and jerked back and howled, his cock leaking clear precum onto the couch in a long strand while I looked down at him with a wide grin. "Mmmmhhh. . .just think of what my dick's gonna feel like. . ." I told him.

He could not resist as I tried to push a second finger into him, holding inside once I was finally able to as he whined and moaned like that femme mephit I had brought over the night before. . .think her name was Chelsea or something. "Ahhhhhh! Ohh, fuck, Jason. . .I want it!" I know too many Chelseas out there, but that is another tale for another time as he moaned again. This brought a grin to my face as I watched Joey move around to his front side, holding his own cock in front of him while I slowly slipped my fingers from his rump. "C'mon, boys. . .what're you waiting for?" he purred seductively as I lubed my cock up. The way he said it suggested that he was not the middle-age retired entrepreneur he was, but rather a professional sex toy in some perverse stretch of reality where fantasy was reality.

I could not resist any further as I slid in behind him while Joey pushed his cock against the skunk's lips. "All right," said the gator as he licked his lips, "I'm ready. If you'll just open up for me. . ." Gary was eager for this as he took in that hunk of gator meat, which provided a good enough distraction for me to continue on with my end of the activities. With my hand at the base to guide it, I pushed my member against his slickened hole and watched as the ring of flesh slowly parted to let me in. It took a while as he began suckling and bobbing his head over Joey's length, but once I felt the ring give way, I pushed it into him. I must have caught him as he was coming back up as he pulled off and groaned deeply, and loud enough to be heard throughout the house.

"Ahhhhhh! Fuck. . ." he grunted out as I slowly advanced further, ". . .you're absolutely huge!" I told him to relax, and he began to take in deep breaths while I continued on; I could feel him easing the deathgrip he had on my shaft as he took Joey's by the base and guided it back toward his hungry muzzle. I heard him let out a soft rumbling groan as he began to thrust lightly into his maw, which was the sound of a happy alligator fucking a warm, wet orifice, even if it was someone's mouth.

"Mmmmmmm. . .get used to it a bit, Gary," murmured Joey as he leaned into him. I was content to slowly push my way into his ass until I could push no more, feeling his soft fur and equally soft buttcheeks pressed against my loins. I could also feel him gently squeezing and pushing around my cock, which felt really good to me as I looked down to see what he was doing with Joey. He reached down and began to fondle his ballsac, which drew a shiver from him as he pushed further into his muzzle. "Oooooh. . .getting me worked up already, huh?" He slowly nodded his head and went back to bobbing over the delicious piece of meat in front of him, leaving me to smile and rumble while I listened to Joey's moans and murmuring.

After a little while, I decided that it was time for Gary to feel and experience what I was capable of. . .something that Joey already knew as he stopped humping his mouth. I reached down and began to gently thrust into the skunk, pulling out only about six inches or so before pushing back in against his furred backside and repeating until the rhythm was steady enough to be pleasurable. I saw his head snap back, and could only imagine what he was feeling as he moaned loudly. "Ohh-_ FUCK!!! _ Ohhhhhh! Ohh, my God!" he cried out, tensing for a split-second as I continued to thrust into him. I asked if he was all right but he only let out a groan and went back to work on Joey's cock. He grinned at the initial moans as he watched for a bit while having his cock suckled upon.

"You almost there, Croco?" he asked. I felt like piledriving him into the cushions, but the soft bowels of this mephit were almost too good to be true as I began to rock him with a little more authority.

"I think I'm gonna enjoy this ass for a bit. . ." I growled softly in response, giving it a light smack as I continued to pick up the pace slowly, but surely, loving how he was starting to squeeze around me. ". . .damn, he's so soft and tight, Joey. . .unnnnngghhh. . ." Gary lifted his head and moaned loudly while I pumped his bowels, and though I was listening for any signs of discomfort while I was feeding him my thick, heavy spear, he didn't give me any reason to believe that he wasn't enjoying himself to the fullest. More than likely, I was touching him in areas that he had never been touched before as I watched him begin sucking Joey firmly, and Joey began to moan in that way he does before he is about to explode. "Mmmmmmmhhh. . .you close, sexy gator?"

He nodded rapidly with his jaw hanging open, panting and tensing while Gary bobbed his head rapidly over him. "Y-yes!" he huffed out, grunting and moaning as he shuddered all over. "Mmmmmrrrrrhhh. . .almost there!"

It was about then that he howled loudly, and I knew he wasn't going to last too much longer. And even in my lust-driven state, I had a plan as I leaned over the skunk's back and whispered in his ear. "Listen, Gary. . ." I told him, "I want you to squeeze that gator's cock in time with me fucking you. . .and call me 'Croco' when you're begging me to drive it deeper and harder into you. . ." He didn't hesitate for a second as I watched him grab the base of Joey's cock, and that was the signal I was waiting for. I took a hold of his hips and began to plow his chubby butt with great force, knowing he could handle it as I growled deeply. In turn, Gary squeezed the base of the gator's shaft in time as I had instructed him to as he pulled back and started jerking him frantically, whimpering and moaning like a kit in her first heat.

"Ahhhh-fuck. . .fuck me, Croco!" he cried to my delight, "Fuck me hard. . .harder. . ._ unnnnhhh! " If I could've only fucked him a little harder; I was pretty much going full-tilt into him as Joey started huffing rapidly, his thighs buckling a bit as he struggled to hold on. Then I saw his eyes squeeze shut, and he let out a long, drawn-out moan as his cock jumped in Gary's paw, splattering his thick cum all over the elder mephit's face. He continued moaning loudly as his face and muzzle were quickly becoming covered in alligator spunk, which dribbled down his cheeks as he held his mouth open to let some of it fire into it. Seeing those shots being fired onto him. . .covering his face and nose. . .hearing him moan like a slut while eating the last bits of Joey's orgasm. . .as I'm sitting here and telling you this, that was absolutely fucking _hot.

That was the inspiration I needed to push that last little bit out of me as it turned me on to no end. I found that last little bit of strength as I plowed him even harder, putting everything I had behind my thrusts as I drove into Gary with wanton and reckless abandon. I could feel those familiar sensations in my loins as the pressure started to build while I held onto Gary's hips for dear life, looking down to see his ass and his belly wobbling from the force of impact every time my loins met him. I knew I wasn't going to last long like this, but I was beyond the point of caring. All I wanted was to seed this skunk as if he were a femme in heat as I groaned deeply while he clenched around me. "Unnnnnnhhh. . .gonna cum in your ass, skunky-butt," I growled in his ear, completely forgetting that the name 'skunky-butt' was reserved for my friend Rosalie who lives on Big Coppitt, "Want it in your ass?" Joey just sat there and giggled cutely like a little hatchling while I pounded and ravaged the big, mature skunk I had beneath me as he looked up and nodded his head rapidly.

"Uhh-huh. . .fill my ass, you stud!" he whimpered, "Fill me. . .ahh-ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh. . .yeeesssss!" I could tell by those screams that he was getting close, nevermind the fact that I was practically a ticking time bomb ready to explode as I drilled him deep and hard, pulling about ten inches out at once and driving it all back home again.

I wanted to feel him cum on my cock; I knew that some skunks could massage the cum right out of you while fucking their tender assholes, as I can attest to through my experiences with Chelsea and Rosalie. "Ohhhhyeah. . .ohh, I wanna feel ya, Gary. . .nnnhhh. . .ohhhgod. . .!" I couldn't wait any longer as I looked at Joey through lidded eyes, and knowing him and what he likes the way I do, another idea came to mind as the pressure inside me got more intense by the second. ". . .Joey! I think this big fella. . .needs to let loose. . ." He looked at me and nodded as he moved back in again, taking to his knees in front of us.

"You mean. . .?" he asks, pointing to his flopping cock as it slapped against his belly with each thrust.

I could only nod back as my jaw hung open while I huffed and growled from the intensity of the coupling as it entered what was surely its final stages. "Yeah. . .get his cock," I told him. Joey smiled and slipped his snout beneath Gary, finding the skunk's drooling member and wrapping his tongue around it before slipping it into his mouth. Being a crocodilian, of course, it didn't take him long before it was completely in and he was suckling firmly over the turgid shaft. I looked over Gary's back and saw his face melt as he howled in utter ecstasy the very moment Joey's tongue touched his cock.

"AHHHHHH! Oh, my God!" was all that he could manage before he let out a sharp squeak, which was followed by a series of loud, high-pitched whimpers as I felt his tailhole clench hard around my cock. He shoved himself forward as the clenching became more rhythmic, and he erupted inside Joey's maw, feeding him a good-sized mouthful of skunk spunk. My strokes shortened as I tried to time this window of opportunity just right, and that timing was impeccable as I shuddered while his passage spasmed roughly around my cock.

"Ahh, shit!" I grunted out as the pressure inside became too much for me, "Here it comes. . .hrrr_ RRRRRRRRRGGGHHH! _" It was my turn to scream and howl in orgasmic rapture as I drove into Gary's quivering body, and the heavy waves of my thick seed started pouring into his asshole in time to his clenching. He whined and moaned as the warmth enveloped him, flooding his bowels to a point that he had never experienced in his life. . .or that was what he told me afterwards, at least. I could feel him trying to pull my cock deeper into him, which brought a smile to my strained face as I filled the room with my moans, while Gary finished filling Joey's mouth and throat with his cum. He soon let the mephit go and rumbled happily, and Gary collapsed onto the sofa, taking me down with him as I started to rub his shoulders.

"Mmmmmmmhhh. . .that's nice, huh?" asked Joey, sighing happily as he leaned in to nuzzle Gary's hip. He could only manage a weak nod as he beamed, lost in the hazy state of afterglow.

"Oh, fuck. . .was it ever!" he huffed out as I grinned widely, chest heaving back and forth as the afterglow hit me hard as well. "If only. . ." That's when I saw his head snap up and his eyes widen. I knew he was married, and so I could only begin to imagine what could have happened next as he spoke up again. ". . .Wow. . .my wife's gonna be pissed when she finds out about this. . ." That was a cause for me and Joey to become alarmed, my heart starting to pound hard once again after I had just about come back down. I knew Gary was a good guy, and the last thing me or Joey wanted to do was to get him in trouble with his wife. . .or worse, tear their marriage to shreds in a moment of wanton lust. I had always been a rock-and-roll bad boy, who played hard and chased tail even harder, but never to the point of breaking up relationships. . .was this the first time I had accomplished that dubious feat? The smile on the skunk's face told me that I was off the hook as he chuckled softly. "And not for what you're thinkin' of, either. . ."

Joey and I perked up, then I grinned widely as I gave my next suggestion. "I think he's telling you to go get the camera and take a few pictures. . ." He grinned back at me and wasted little time in getting it, acting as our camera-gator while snapping some shots of me balls-deep in Gary's ass as well as the expressions on his face as he laid on his belly with me still in him. I saw this and smirked up at him. "Hey Joey, get some of his cream-filled ass, too. . ." He came around just as I was about to pull out, groaning deeply as I left him and the cum began to drool from his gaping hole. I licked my lips as we were able to get in a few more good shots of Gary's plundered ass before we decided to call it an afternoon, the three of us having more than adequately fed our lusts and desires.

To this day, I look back on that and cannot help but to think about what happened that day. When the word got out to her, Paula was indeed pissed at Gary for not including her in the fun, but she ended up getting her revenge on him later. But that is another tale for another time as I sit outside by the pool, watching the sky turn purple and orange from another Key West sunset. I cannot help but to feel lucky to be in this position. . .stretched out on my back in a comfortable lounge chair, a nice, cool drink beside me, and quite possibly the best friend a fella could ever have as a roommate. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I'm not about to complain now as I sit back and watch another day wind down. . .ahh, just another day in paradise. . .and then I look over and see Joey crouched down beside me, trying to pull open my Speedo.

"What're you doin', sexy gator?" I rumble softly to him. He just looks me in the eye as he takes my long, thick cock into his hand and guides it to his waiting maw. . .mrrrrrrrrppphh. . .nnngghh! Yes. . .life is good indeed.

© Croco Chilton - 11/09