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Spitting Dicks

Part 2: Gator Sleepover

Copyright 2006 by Mika Jael

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The next day was pretty busy for Bill--he had to finish a major sign painting job way over on the east side of Ducktown. Fortunately he had all of the necessary materials on-site, so in the morning he ate some breakfast, hopped on his scooter, and was painting away by 9:30. The work took his mind off things, but he made sure he finished in time to get home by 5 and start straightening up his apartment. Aldo was going to swing by after his factory shift ended so they could hang out, just like they did every Friday night. This time however, it felt very different.

While Bill cleaned and fussed over his apartment, he found himself in a tentative mood. On one wing, he wanted to confront Aldo about the gator's penchant for anonymous duck blowjobs and suggest that he himself might be interested in trying oral sex with the gator, but he was deathly afraid of offending Aldo and undermining their valued friendship. He thought it would be wrong somehow to pretend like nothing had happened, but he wasn't even sure he was supposed to be in that tunnel in the first place. Maybe this was one of those times where it was better to just wait and see. He knew he loved his friend, and that's all that really mattered.

Bill went to the fridge to help himself to the last of some leftover pot pie. Just as he finished it off he heard a knock on the door, and Aldo ambled into the apartment. Bill felt a pang of compassion for the big lug as they saw each other. Aldo was carrying a blue blanket.

"Hey Bill, how's it hanging?" said Aldo with a friendly smile. Bill was temporarily sidelined by mental images of hanging alligator pricks, but he recovered swiftly by saying, "Oh, I'm fine."

"Are you ready to go?" asked Aldo.

Bill was confused. "Go where?"

"You know, the outdoor film festival. We're gonna meet the rest of the gang there early so we can get a good spot on the lawn. We talked about it a couple days ago, remember?"

"Wow," said Bill as he recalled that conversation, "I completely forgot!"

"You still want to go?" Aldo asked.

"Well...sure! But..."

Aldo noticed the hesitation in his friend's voice. "Is everything all right, pal?"

Bill searched the gator's face for the right words. Aldo looked concerned and sympathetic, but Bill didn't know where to start. Aldo grinned and said, "You can always talk to me, buddy."

Bill grinned back and said, "That's okay, everything's fine." He paused; this wasn't the right time to get in too deeply into things. Still Bill continued: "I just want you to know I'm really glad to be your friend. It means a lot to me."

Aldo seemed taken aback, but he replied softly, "Thanks Bill. It means a lot to me too."

The front door burst open. Ed, Oly, and Waddle wandered in from their apartment next door, uninvited as usual.

"Hey Bill," said Ed, "you got any munchies we can grab before we..."

Ed's question was cut short by Aldo's deep growl. He had never much liked those three, and he wasn't afraid to show it. The trio seemed annoyed at Aldo as they glanced over at him.

Oly spoke up: "Perhaps...we should get going? The first movie starts in an hour."

"Yeah," interjected Ed, "we want to stake out a primo spot!"

"Oooo," blurted Waddle, "I don't like steak. Can I have fish instead?"

Everyone ignored poor Waddle while Ed and Oly got ready to go. Aldo turned to Bill and asked concernedly, "You comin' Bill?"

Bill shrugged and said, "Sure, let's go!" Aldo turned away, and they all left the apartment.

As they made their way out of the Flapping Arms building, Bill asked the group: "Anybody know what movies they're showing?"

Aldo rolled his eyes and said, "As long as it's not 'Duck Soup' again."

**

Everyone had a great time at the outdoor film festival. Bill's group managed to claim a pretty good spot on the lawn to sit in. Fred the penguin skated up to join them soon after they arrived. Bev, Cecil, and Claire also managed to locate the group without any trouble. Bev even brought a big bag of popcorn to share, which Ed, Oly and Waddle gobbled up before the first feature even started.

The movies they featured were real crowd-pleasers; everyone watching booed the villains and cheered the heroes in unison. It wasn't until the brief intermission before the last show that the crowd quieted down, and it wasn't until some time after that before Bill started to feel tired. He found himself impatiently waiting for the final movie to end so he could go home.

Before too long however, the last set of credits rolled as the audience applauded. Everyone tiredly started gathering their things and heading back to their respective homes. Bill, Ed, Oly, Waddle, Fred, and Aldo all walked in a group. Wordlessly, they made their way back towards the Flapping Arms.

Aldo would end up crashing at Bill's apartment tonight as usual; it had gotten to the point where Aldo didn't even have to ask. Bill himself had also given up asking if Aldo would prefer to sleep on the bed while Bill took the couch. Aldo had always politely declined, choosing to scrunch his giant frame on the duck-sized couch. Bill knew Aldo was just trying to be polite, but he felt bad that his couch just seemed so inadequate as an alligator bed.

When everyone reached the apartment building they soon parted ways; Bill and Aldo took the stairs while the rest of the party waited for the elevator. Fred couldn't navigate the stairs so well with his ice block skates tied to his penguin feet, and Ed, Oly and Waddle were just too plain lazy for stairs.

After Bill and Aldo made it up to their floor Bill opened the apartment door for Aldo, then entered and closed the door behind them. Bill yawned quietly as he scratched his head.

"Is there anything else you need?" he asked Aldo.

"Nope," he said as he cracked his back with an odd grin, "see you in the morning!"

Bill nodded his sleepy head, more towards the floor than towards Aldo, and retired to his bedroom. He hopped into bed, pulled up the covers, and was soon fast asleep.

**

Something woke up Bill with a start. "Was that a crash?" he thought. He looked over towards his alarm clock, but the room was still too dark to see much of anything. After lying in his bed a while he got up and stumbled into the living room to go check on Aldo. As he waddled toward the couch he felt a little silly; surely the gator would be fine.

Bill found Aldo sprawled on his back, snoring peacefully. His body completely dominated the poor couch; his head rested on the left arm while his stocky right leg was propped up on the right. There wasn't enough room on the couch for his left leg: it bent at the knee past the edge of the cushions, his left foot dangling above the floor. His tail ran underneath his crotch, which was left wide open.

Before Bill could register that, he saw the remains of a broken glass on the floor by the gator's left arm. Aldo had probably knocked it over in his sleep; Bill thought that might have been what woke him. He hurried to get the whisk broom and dustpan--he didn't want anyone cutting their feet. Carefully he swept up the shards and discarded them. He returned to the couch to double check around Aldo, but Bill had gotten all of it.

Aldo was still snoring away blissfully. Bill felt a bit jealous--that gator could sleep through just about anything. One night Bill had accidentally dropped an entire stack of plates not 10 feet from him, and Aldo had slept through it all. Must be nice to be so well rested, Bill thought.

He suddenly noticed that Aldo was sporting quite an impressive erection. It stood out stiffly in front of the gator, bobbing in time with the beat of his heart. Bill eyed it as it pointed in his direction; he felt like it was eyeing him back!

The room suddenly fell silent. Aldo's quiet snores could just be heard over the dim hum of the refrigerator in the next room. Bill looked up at Aldo's peaceful face; he wondered if Aldo was dreaming about glory holes and duck blowjobs. As his eyes were drawn back to Aldo's quivering meat Bill thought, "What harm would it do if I felt it up a little? Aldo will never know."

Bill moved in a little closer. Standing next to the couch as he was, Aldo's dick was at eye level. Bill moved his wing to feel the warm air around it, his feathers unintentionally tickling the area. Aldo let out a stifled giggle and Bill immediately froze. He stayed motionless until he heard Aldo's heavy breathing again, which gave way to light snoring.

Bill then carefully and gently grabbed Aldo's rigid prick around the middle. It seemed almost hot to the touch, like he would burn his feathers. He tried to touch his wingtips completely around it but could not. His other wing reached for Aldo's balls; they seemed obscenely gigantic to Bill. He lifted them and rolled them around in their sac--they seemed like a couple of large walnuts encased in scaly green flesh. As Bill felt Aldo stiffen even further in his grasp, he felt his own arousal rising.

Bill slid his wing up towards the head of Aldo's cock. He massaged the sensitive area right at the seam of the crown while he stroked up and down the shaft with his other wing. Aldo squirmed slightly in his sleep, and a drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip of his pole. Bill tentatively leaned in and licked the bead of precum off--it was a little salty but it didn't taste like much of anything. Still, Bill longed to know what that fat prick really felt like in his own bill. He decided as long as he took it slow, he wouldn't wake the gator.

He positioned his beak directly above the monster dick, and then slowly lowered himself, his mouth parting smoothly around Aldo's member. Bill began bobbing his head up and down the cock as he had seen Dom do just yesterday. He pressed his tongue along the bottom as he worked his bill further and further down the shaft. Although he tried, he couldn't seem to get in more than half of Aldo's gatorhood without choking.

As Bill started to feel his own erection pressing into the alligator's left thigh, he realized that Aldo was not making any sound at all. Bill anxiously pulled his head back and peered up over Aldo's belly at his face. Aldo made eye contact, wide awake at this point, looking supremely content and relaxed. He seemed to almost purr as he gave a cheerful smile. Bill's jaw dropped, completely freeing the rock-hard gator boner. The duck looked like might flee the room.

"Shhhh," Aldo said as he quickly grabbed Bill's wing, "It's okay. It's okay." Bill gawked at him wide-eyed, but didn't move. Aldo was silent a moment, consoling his friend by gently stroking the wing in his paw. Finally he quietly told Bill, "I liked what you were doing."

"Really?" said Bill.

"Yeah," replied Aldo with a husky edge to his voice. "You can keep going--if you want to." Aldo smiled warmly again, as his tail came up and sluggishly rubbed up against the duck's side. Bill felt his fear subside at the gator's touch. Aldo leaned his oversized head forward and kissed Bill on the top of his skull. Bill looked up and met Aldo's gaze, then he leaned in to return the affection. Their mouths met in a deep, sensuous kiss that seemed to last forever. Bill let Aldo's large tongue gently pry open his bill and dance around inside his mouth, fanning the flames of their shared desire. Neither of them had ever felt happier.

Aldo pulled his head back to let Bill come up for air. After Bill caught his breath, he returned his attentions to Aldo's cock, which had grown so thick and hard it seemed positively angry. It dribbled semen as it palpitated in front of Bill, bulging veins running along its length. "Please," Aldo pleaded, shooting Bill an intense glare. Bill felt a pang of confidence; he was in control of the encounter. Still, he didn't want to disappoint his gator friend, who had grown to become so much more to him.

As Bill returned to draw Aldo's throbbing meat back into his bill, Aldo advised: "Just take care of the head. I know it's kind of big."

"You're telling me!" said Bill, as he beamed at the gator. Aldo shyly smiled back. Bill licked his beak and sealed his mouth around the knob. Aldo's body jerked as he grunted sharply. Bill followed Aldo's direction and leisurely pistoned his head up and down over the tip. He focused his efforts on the upper third of Aldo's monstrous tool, using both of his wings to massage the shaft and fondle the swelling balls. Aldo moaned helplessly under Bill's ministrations, completely enveloped in sexual bliss. Tears formed in the gator's eyes as he gnashed his teeth.

Bill sped up his head movement, pressing his tongue hard along the underside of Aldo's dick. Cum oozed down the great cock, reaching Bill's swiftly pumping wings. Bill occasionally pulled back to rapidly tongue Aldo's piss slit and taste his dribbling seed, then he resumed his oral attack the mushroom-shaped head with renewed gusto. After a few minutes of this exquisite treatment he felt Aldo's balls tighten and slide up into his body. He knew it wouldn't be long...

Aldo tensed up and stopped breathing, then he screwed his eyes shut and ROARED as he began to come hard. At hearing Aldo's piercing bellow Bill jerked his head back off the gator's rod, and Aldo sprayed him with long ropy strands of alligator cum. Aldo breathed heavily as his dick, still twitching in Bill's wing, spat out a few more wads onto the duck's neck and chest. As Aldo came down from his earth-shattering orgasm, he saw that Bill had a somewhat disgusted expression on his face, along with a lot of his own seed. Aldo couldn't help but crack a smile he said gleefully, "Sorry buddy, let me get that for you."

Aldo leaned forward a bit and began licking the juice off his pal. With his long broad tongue sweeping over the duck's head and body Bill was cleaned up in no time. Bill found the thorough tongue bath to be delightfully erotic. He let Aldo's softening penis slide out of his grasp, as the gator expelled a giant sigh of relief.

"Thanks Aldo," said Bill. "Now will you come sleep in my bed already?" he asked wryly. Aldo laughed heartily, then nodded. He shifted his body and carefully stood himself up. Bill gasped as Aldo quickly scooped him up too, cradling the duck in his arms. He smiled that friendly smile of his, and Bill couldn't help but feel warm all over.

"Thank _you_ little buddy," Aldo said, "That was the best duckjob ever!" Bill grinned a little at the expression. Aldo continued, "Allow me to give you another paw." He then raised a free paw and licked it a few times with his giant tongue, making a little show of it for Bill. Aldo then reached down with his moistened palm and kneaded Bill's stiff pricklet while he carried him toward the bedroom. Bill writhed in ecstasy under Aldo's unflagging massage. As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom Aldo said teasingly, "Looks like we need to take care of this," then he kicked the door shut behind them with a loud slam.

Jerry the parrot stared bug-eyed at the bedroom door from his cage. He said to himself, "Now I really _have_ seen everything!"

(end of part 2)

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