FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Carl couldn't believe the day was finally here. If he could only manage to get through the next few hours, then the time would be here too. The alligator fidgeted at the thought, trying carefully to avoid an embarrassing erection here at the office. He got teased enough about his wife as it was. Thinking of her, his mind wandered back over the past few months and how this situation got started. Teresa had excelled at modeling bringing her the attention of the fashion world but one company, the one Carl worked for in fact, saw greater potential in the confident young skunk and gave her the opportunity to design her own fashion lines.

Like everything else in her life (except possibly her marriage but only Carl really knew that), Teresa made the most of that opened door and excelled at it beyond even the company's wildest projections. She was off to this or that part of the world constantly, continually leaving Carl behind in an empty home and emptier bed and with little to look forward to, not even the work he used to love.

The lonely reptile wished he could transfer out of the advertising department, or at least get out of dealing with her product lines. Someone higher up in the advertising food chain thought it was genius that the husband of Teresa Sanders (her maiden name no less) was handling the advertising for his wife's product lines. He couldn't decide if that asshole was working out some sadist fantasies, just plain blind or stupid to the suffering of others, didn't give a damn beyond what money was coming to them in bonuses and other perks, or all of the above. It was agony to see her likeness on the ads and packaging every day but not actually being able to touch her. Her latest deals involved creating a new lines of furniture, lingerie and even sex toys. Hah, sex toys. He wondered if she was testing them herself. He sighed trying to remember the last time he'd nuzzled the fur of her neck or felt her bushy tail covering his usually cooler body.

The day that the tall, well-dress zebra, Jeffrey Jefferson, walked into the department and took over as art director for Teresa's lines from someone that Carl had wanted to strangle just as soon as look at, changed the alligator's life forever. Jeffrey was the kind of handsome the reptile hadn't noticed in another man for several years and just looking at the ebony and ivory equine made him feel warmer. Despite continuing to work on his wife's product lines, Carl actually looked forward to coming to work each day, even overtime all because he'd get to be near Jeffrey. The reptile practically melted hearing that deep voice that came from the barrel chest.

At night, he started fantasizing about that seeing that chest bare of any shirt, those well-muscled arms reaching for him to pull his smaller scaled body close. Starting to feel more energy and needing somewhere to put it to use, Carl joined a gym, the very one it turned out Jeffrey Jefferson belonged to. In the locker room, the alligator had gotten a look at that chest and so very much more. He'd admired the way those stripes hugged those masculine curves of muscle and sinew, especially in the shower.

The first couple of times the two of them had ended up in the shower, and that second one alone, the alligator had dressed rather quickly and held his gym bag firmly in front of him all the way home. Once there, he'd stripped in a flurry like a greenish tornado, tossing his discarded clothing every which way so he could jerk himself off at the thought of that huge, black shaft Jeffrey was sporting. As he jacked, he hoped and dreamed he'd see it erect one day, eager to bury itself in his own scaly ass.

One day after seeing the zebra in the gym shower with an erection the evening before, Jeffrey called the alligator into the art director's office for a private conference. Though excited to be seeing his boss alone for a change, Carl wondered just what the meeting could be about. Packaging designs for the sex toys, including a silicone model of his own wife's vagina, had all been approved by Teresa herself via a rather impersonal e-mail last week. Still, the reptile gathered up his laptop and printed samples of what he'd been working on. He was a couple of minutes early but Mr. Jefferson ushered him right in. What Carl didn't see was the zebra closing the blinds behind him, cutting the office off from the rest of the department.

"Excellent work as always, Carl.", that deep voice rumbled without even looking at the designs. The zebra had probably seen them a thousand times just like he had for the past few weeks. "I'm recommending you for another raise, maybe even get you promoted as co-art director since the product lines are expanding." It was all the reptile could do not to make a puddle right there in the guest chair at just the sound of that voice, a puddle of what was up to debate. He fidgeted without really hearing what Jeffrey had to say, just listening to the bass timbre. It alone was such a turn on and Carl could feel the beginnings of a massive boner already stirring. "But that's not what I called you in here for." Something in the change of the tone caught Carl's attention and he started focusing on what the equine had to say.

"I see you at the gym a lot or putting long hours in here at work." Carl started to wince, knowing something was coming, possibly his termination from the company or some reprimand for staring at his boss's striped ass. "I keep wondering why a handsome guy like yourself earning what you are isn't out hiring hookers or frequenting strip joints with his wife out of town so much. Why the gym instead?" Carl gulped as the zebra leaned against the desk right beside the alligator. Reptiles didn't sweat but Carl could swear he was for a couple of different reasons. "Then I figured it out." Here it comes, the reptile practically winced.

The zebra cupped one strong hand under Carl's jaw, easing it up even as he leaned forward and planted a kiss right on the alligator's rounded snout. It had been a while since his last kiss with Teresa but fortunately for Carl and Jeffrey, the alligator's body responded on instinct, returning the kiss with more warmth than some mammals that the equine had known. Jeffrey's hand move to the back of the alligator's head, clutching at the rough scales along the neck. They parted reluctantly but the zebra was sitting at an awkward angle he couldn't maintain for much longer.

"Well it was more of a guess.", the mammal confessed. "But it was the right guess. So, hon, which are you? Pitcher? Catcher? Little bit of both?" The alligator had no way of blushing but Jeffrey had enough experience with scaly lovers to know the signs when one was embarrassed, especially a guilty sort of embarrassed. Carl's gaze was fixed on the bulge clearly visible in the zebra's pants. "I'm good either way bit I have to admit it's been too long a while since I had a subby scaly to have my way with. I just love how cool and slick a reptile's ass feels when I'm sliding my way inside." The equine smiled watching Carl squirming in delight at the frank, vivid description of what the zebra wanted to do to him.

"Say, love, how about a taste?" Without waiting for an answer, Jeffrey stood up, unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and dropped them. He fished into his briefs pulling out something that looked like a big, black snake. The alligator was drooling more than the head of the cock that hovered a breath away from his snout. "I know you're married but you know how to handle that." It wasn't a question but Carl provided a definitive answer.

The reptile engulfed the head of the throbbing cock, carefully working his snout further down the length, then bobbing his head back and forth mindful of his pointed teeth. Jeffrey moaned, grateful to have found such a master cocksucker in the married alligator. Carl worked the whole length in his mouth, then released it and sucked gently on the zebra's large black testicles. Jeffrey's mouth opened in a big silent "O" and he knew it wouldn't take much before his new lover would end up with a mouthful of the zebra's semen.

When Carl wrapped his mouth around the massive cock, the equine wrapped his large hands around the back of the reptile's scaly head and fucked that wonderful, cool mouth. The blood coursing through the erection warmed that mouth but not to the same temperature as the feverish cock. True to his feeling, Jeffrey's shaft swelled before exploding with a powerful spurt of spunk. Carl swallowed, awaiting more. The zebra groaned, cumming again and again, filling the reptile's snout to overflowing despite Carl swallowing huge gulps. Damn but he loved it when an equine came. They were like a fountain of spooge and for a couple of minutes, the alligator was reliving several memories from his college days.

Jeffrey's cock gave another spurt or two, then softened a bit and he withdrew it from the alligator's messy snout. He reluctantly buttoned his recovering cock up, then went behind his desk and came back with a towel for Carl to clean up. The zebra dabbed up some of the thick white goo before the alligator took the towel and started cleaning himself up.

"I hate to do this to you but you'll need to pretend to go back to work for a couple of hours. By that time, no one will suspect a thing. I'll announce your raise and promotion and we'll head out early to celebrate it. Instead of going to the titty bar like they'll expect, we'll head back to my place. No one will suspect me bringing home another guy. After that, well, I'll do you like a snowplow through a snowdrift if you catch my drift." Carl grinned as his eyes lost focus. Clearly he was imagining just what the zebra meant.

In the fog of the erotic daydream, Jeffrey carefully stood him up and picked up the laptop, leaving the printed samples on the desk. The equine handed Carl his laptop, placing it carefully to hide the erection tenting his pants and led him back to the desk. To anyone who bothered looking, Jeffrey said the reptile was merely contemplating some future changes. As long as Carl looked happy, no one really cared. As long as his job was safe, then theirs was too.

Carl sat in his office chair. With his erection hidden from view, Jeffrey opened the laptop and set up a game that the reptile could play until their plan could move forward. To his credit, the alligator actually opened a work file and started making alternate versions of the packaging he'd been working on for use in different areas or with later production runs to make the product seem fresh and new. The process was easy enough that he could daydream but engaging enough that he wouldn't get completely lost in some fantasy and get caught with a boner.

So lost was he in the work at the end that Carl zoned out Jeffrey's announcement and didn't recall the plan until a black hand firmly clapped onto his shoulder. Everyone in the office was smiling at him and clapping for him, and he noted that they all sincerely meant it. That made Carl feel pretty darn good. He thanked everyone before the zebra excused them both for the celebration he'd outlined earlier.

Jeffrey guided him out of the office, to the parking garage and right into the passenger seat of the zebra's Jaguar. The equine dropped into the driver's seat and like an expert Formula One racer, he was off and navigating the streets as fast as he could to get the pair to his apartment. Along the way, Carl opened up about his marriage and the frustrations he felt and how much he missed his wife, and finally about the last couple of months and his feelings toward Jeffrey. At the last, the zebra rubbed the gator's left thigh but his face was very serious. Finally, he spoke softly, though the reptile had no problem hearing him.

"I hope you don't feel I'm trying to take advantage of your frustration or am trying to push aside your wife. I like you, Carl. You're a good guy in some not so good circumstances and I just want to help you have a good time." The alligator wrapped his hand over the equine's and smiled at the honesty and the desire to help.

"And I hope you don't feel that I want you out of some kind of revenge against my wife. I love her very much but I want you too." Just about that moment, Jeffrey pulled into the parking garage of his apartment complex and into his reserved spot. He whisked the alligator out of the car and into the elevator, punching the code for his place at the top. Before they arrived, Jeffrey had his arms around the reptile and was grinding his hips against the reptile in anticipation.

"Mmm-", the zebra rumbled softly, "-gonna bend you over and fuck you. Gonna pin you down and plow your ass hard and deep. Gonna wrestle you down to the floor and fill you with my thick meat." Carl rubbed his ass teasingly back against the grinding, right against the zebra's bulge. Clearly he wanted it and was willing to take whatever the zebra was willing to give.

The doors opened directly into the foyer of Jeffrey's apartment. His host whisked Carl inside where the reptile marveled at the contemporary beauty of the place. It was simple, clean, elegant and yet colorful but not gaudy or clashing in the palette choice.

"I'd give you a tour of the place but I think you've been tortured enough waiting as it is. I can always show you around later after the fun. But before we get started, would you like something to drink? I try to make sure I'm stocked for nearly every taste when I entertain."

"Beer, please? Whatever you have handy works." The zebra moved gracefully over to the bar, slipping behind it then ducking momentarily out of sight. He emerged with a couple of bottles that Carl recognized as a full-bodied European lager.

"I don't much care for the watered-down domestic stuff, especially after working for a couple of years over in Germany.", Jeffrey explained as he opened the bottles and emptied them into chilled beer mugs. The zebra handed his guest one of the mugs offering it handle first. Carl took his in hand and then took a hearty swig of it. This was supposed to be a celebration after all. The equine guided the reptile over to the curved leather sofa that looked out on the patio, its negative edge pool and over what of the cityscape that could be scene from the floor to ceiling windows that went wall to wall. It was similar to the view Carl's own lonely apartment though his pool was more of a standard edge hole in the ground kind. And smaller he noted.

"Congratulations!", Jeffrey interrupted the thought with a clink of the mugs and took his own healthy sample of the beer. "I'm' afraid we exhausted most of the other conversation topics on the way here and I sure as hell don't want to talk about work right now. How about we discuss what you're looking for in this particular-", the equine paused, as if searching for the right word but might have just as easily done so for effect, "-encounter?" The reptile raised a quizzical eye ridge as he took another gulp.

"By that, I mean do you want to fuck in the bedroom, right out here on the rug, or perhaps out on the patio? I assure you only someone passing in a helicopter could see us." Carl pondered the options, realizing he'd naturally assumed they'd do it in bed. The zebra was more adventurous than most of his lovers, female or male. A grin curled upward on his snout as he considered that third possibility.

"What the hell, let's do it outside!", the reptile announced, downing the last of his beer. This whole experience was beginning to look all the more delicious as the day went on. Jeffrey set down his own empty mug on the cocktail table and motioned for the gator to follow suit, then he offered one black hand to Carl. Helping the reptile to his feet, the equine also started helping him out of his clothing, stripping off the shirt and tie, undoing the pants. The alligator kicked off his own shoes and balancing with the help of the zebra, pulled off his socks. Jeffrey held him at arms length for a few moments, admiring the naked scaly body.

"Those trips to the gym are agreeing with you. You sure do look sleek in the swimming pool and hot bouncing along the jogging track." The alligator blinked, totally unprepared for the remarks.

"Y-you've been checking me out?!"

"Hell yes. If you hadn't been married, I would have been all over your ass by now." Again, the tell-tale signs of a reptilian blush presented themselves to Jeffrey's knowing eye. While Carl was still processing that idea, the zebra stripped off his own shirt and tie, tossing them with the reptile's, undid his pants as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants after they'd fallen off his hips and stepped on his socks to pull them off without bending in the slightest. Once naked, he let the alligator have a good look, especially at his cock which was stirring and stiffening, eager to get to the business of pleasuring the gator's anus. When he felt Carl had taken his eyeful, the zebra pulled the reptile into his muscular arms and kissed that snout again, deeper than the smooch in the office.

Jeffrey broke the kiss, took the gator's hand and led his guest out to the patio. He sat the reptile down on a chaise of the outdoor sectional, went to a cabinet and pulled out a plush blanket that he spread in the open area of the U formed by the two chaises in the sectional. The zebra pulled a couple of the back cushions and a few pillows from the sectional, sat down on the blanket and held out his hand again to the alligator. Only when Carl joined him on the blanket did the alligator notice he held a bottle and a box.

"Your best friends for anal sex, lube", Jeffrey helped up the bottle, then the box, "and condoms. I always start off with anyone by using them. It's not that I don't trust you but I do like to start off clean before getting really dirty." The zebra's smile took on a wicked look. Before the gator could ask what that meant, the equine pushed and pulled him so he was bent over one of the cushions and his scaly rump was finally exposed. Jeffrey ran a fingertip around the quivering pucker. He kept doing it and added some lube, then he pressed that tip gently against the center of the pucker. "Relax, hon.", the zebra calmly instructed. "Even if you aren't a virgin, I'm pretty good sized if I do say so myself. Don't worry, I'll make sure it won't hurt too much."

The alligator looked back over his shoulder and fixed Jeffrey with a 'bitch, please' look. The zebra just shrugged and kept on lubing the sphincter, pressing that fingertip inside. The pucker yielded easily and the finger sank in clear to the last knuckle. The equine pulled it back and it moved just as easily. He put in another finger next to it and feeling he had more room, eased in a third and pushed all three in to the hand. Jeffrey made a small, short hum noise, then formed his fingers into a small cone and eased all of those in to the base knuckles.

"Oh-kay. Someone's been playing with plugs or toys." Carl just answered with a smug grin. The equine chuckled having been there a few times himself. Lately, if he didn't have company to entertain, Jeffrey had been beta testing Teresa's molded pussy toy but felt it wouldn't be a good idea to mention that to the reptile. Using a towel he brought with the blanket, the zebra wiped off his fingers, opened the packet holding the condom and unrolled it over his hard cock. He squirted more lube over it, then got up on his knees behind the gator's upturned rump. Jeffrey lined his cock up with the loosened asshole and pressed the head against it. He looked at the ring still on the alligator's right hand and felt compelled to make an offer just in case of any second thoughts. "Last chance to back out- well, to have me back out."

"Are you going fuck me or what?", Carl responded, with a hint of impatience but a good-natured grin on his snout. The gator suspected that Jeffrey was feeling some trepidation doing it with an obviously married man. Carl had no doubts though. He wanted this. He needed this. He needed the zebra to mount him. He wanted the hunky equine to use him.

Taking the hint, Jeffrey also took the plunge and pressed the head of his black cock against the alligator's puckered ass and pushed forward into it. For his part, Carl did his best to relax and let the zebra do the work. The reptile just had to bear whatever pressure and pain might come with it if he was going to get what he wanted.

The pair didn't have a thing to worry about though. Jeffrey was a practiced hand at anal sex, especially with guys, and Carl, anticipating their tryst, consistently playing with toys as bit larger than the zebra's hard cock. He slid rather easily into the reptile's rectum. The cool confines were warming rapidly with the infusion of heat from Jeffrey's pulsing erection.

The only difficulty they had was a point when the equine had a little over half his length inside. Despite relaxing as much as he could, Carl's sphincter clamped down. The zebra gasped, then held completely still, waiting for the alligator's ass to ease up. Growling impatiently, Carl pushed back forcing himself onto the hard black horse cock until his stubborn flesh surrendered and his scaly buttocks slapped against Jeffrey's hips.

"Damn, honey, someone's a size queen!" Carl chuckled at the zebra's playful teasing, except it was the truth. In the days before he got married, the alligator liked them big. And hard. And eager. He wanted something a bit more but wasn't sure if he had the right to ask his new partner. Surely there was no harm in asking though, was there?

"Jeff? Uhm, wou-, uh, mmm, cuh-could you do me without the condom? Would you remove it to fuck me? I want to feel you come inside me." Without a word, the zebra pulled out and Carl feared he made a mistake in asking. Jeffrey smiled and rolled the condom off, got into position behind the alligator and entered to the hilt without the slightest protest from the reptile's rectum. The zebra humped slowly, gently at first, then built up the speed and power of his thrusts. The soft patting of the equine's finely furred skin against the smooth scales rose to a sound of clapping hands. Jeffrey grunted and surprisingly growled with the effort as Carl squirmed and whimpered in delight under the assault on his ass. That massive black cock slid out and was slammed back in countless times before the zebra shuddered.

"I'm coming, baby!", Jeffrey snarled, as he continued to pound the reptile's hole like a jackhammer. Carl tensed in anticipation of the building flood, adding to the pressure on the zebra's humping cock. The equine finally drove his shaft as deep as he could in one final thrust before his balls emptied into the alligator's waiting bowels. Jeffrey shivered and shuddered as Carl moaned loudly feeling the effects of the filling immediately. The night of his bachelor party was the last time the reptile had been fucked bareback by his own best man, a stallion at that. Neither that nor all of the times in college felt anything like the filling he was getting now. Jeff clutched the scaled shoulders tightly and ground his teeth, riding out the orgasm and the grip that Carl's rectum had on his throbbing, bursting shaft. Even in the powerful hands, the reptile squirmed, feeling each powerful spurt of zebra spunk.

It took a few minutes and more spurts before Jeffrey eased his grip on the scaled shoulders. His breathing calmed as his cock tapered to a smooth easy flow of the last of his semen into the alligator's now warm, cum-filled rectum. The zebra pulled him onto his side and spooned up behind him. Though it was going soft, Jeffrey's cock stayed inside the reptile's spasming ass, trapping the zebra's spunk inside. Carl's bowels gurgled and he sighed contentedly. The late afternoon sun was warm with a hint of a breeze to prevent the air becoming too warm and stale, though the scent of the equine's sweat filled the alligator's nostrils. He could feel his lover's warmth even through his scales especially the blast of still heavy breathing, and the kiss on his cheek from the soft, fine-haired equine snout. This moment couldn't be any more perfect.

After recovering his breath, Jeffrey mentioned how much the situation reminded me of a slight, effeminate Nile crocodile guy he used top. As the zebra recounted some of their sexual exploits, his cock throbbed occasionally, still buried as it was in Carl's ass, giving the gator an additional thrill to the equine's words and hopes that the mammal would want to do some of those very same things to his new reptile lover. Jeff's story ended with the crocodile successfully undergoing a full male-to-female sex change procedure and becoming the wife of a rather dominant Komodo dragon.

Mention of the dragon dusted off a few college memories for Carl, He took up his own narrative of life with a group of gay or bisexual fellow reptiles the alligator he had gotten to be very good friends with benefits with. Because he could be a switch though he was usually a sub, Carl was very popular and often in the midst of several "mating balls" and orgies, some of mixed species company that still sent shivers of delight through him, especially when Jeffrey's penis would throb at some detail the alligator supplied. Carl answered his mammal companion's unspoken question and went right into the story of meeting Teresa and their sexual flings that eventually grew into a romance that led to marriage. The reptile concluded his turn at story telling with the recollection of his bachelor party that culminated in him getting rutted hard and repeatedly by his equine best man (who had sadly since moved away for a job opportunity) and several other selected studs of various species.

By the time Carl finished his story, Jeffrey's occasionally throbbing cock had becoming a full-on raging erection again. Though he could tell the reptile was up for some side-saddle fucking, the zebra had something else in mind inspired by one of Carl's memories. He pulled out with a loud slurp and a tremendous gush of his spunk as it emptied out of the gator's bowels. Carl frowned a bit at the loss until Jeffrey rearranged the reptile so the pair was facing one another with a cushion under the alligator's butt.

The zebra laid Carl on his back, lubed the reptile's puffy anus and his own eager shaft, took position and rammed the full length inside that delightfully cool rectum. Jeffrey grinned wickedly, watching as the gator's eyes went wide and a loud gasp escaped the rounded snout. He stayed buried full hilt for several moments as the gator squirmed and his sphincter clenched at the firm shaft that had forced it open. When Carl's body had just about adjusted, the zebra, still smiling that same wicked grin, started pumping his cock in and out of the reptile, short, soft strokes at first that rapidly built to long, powerful humping.

Despite the gyrations of his hips, Jeffrey kept his gaze firmly locked onto the alligator's face, all contorted in pleasure with a hint of occasional pain as the zebra's black shaft reached some tender new inner flesh that it hadn't in their first fuck. Having already come profusely a short time before, more assured that Carl could handle it, and energized by the reptile's sexual recollections, Jeff was able to fuck longer and harder than before. Carl whined and writhed beneath the furious assault by the hard cock delightfully ramming his ass and despite the pounding, the zebra caught every nuance of emotion on that beautiful scaly face. The alligator was definitely enjoying the rough fucking and abuse of his asshole, which spurred the mammal to hump a little harder and faster.

By the time Jeffrey felt the first stirrings in his loins of his next orgasm, Carl was openly howling at the pounding he was thoroughly enjoying. The zebra kept humping as spurt after spurt of his semen once again filled the reptile's rectum. Having lost the power of rational thought long before the equine reached his peak, Carl snarled and rumbled what the mammal took to be some kind of ancient reptilian version of dirty talk. Whatever it meant, the alligator's meaning was clear when his strong legs clamped around Jeff's waist, keeping the zebra's cock buried inside that scaly ass until his penis went completely flaccid and Carl's sphincter expelled the withered flesh amid a gush of warm zebra spunk. The flow covered the gator's tail and Jeffrey's balls like some kind of creamy, white lava.

Completely spent in semen and energy, Jeffrey collapsed atop the softly moaning alligator, who wrapped his scaly arms around the sweaty equine. This time there was no talk, no words, only the sound of heavy breathing that soon evened out, until anyone else who might have been there wouldn't be able to tell if either man was still awake. The pair lay together for a while as sweat and semen dried on finely furred skin and scale alike.

Finally, Jeffrey roused and eased himself out of the scaly embrace, then coaxed the alligator up to his feet and guided him to an outdoor shower. The sun was dipping towards the horizon but not there yet and the day was still warm. The zebra started the shower. Carl stepped under it immediately, his scaled hide not minding the temperature of the water either way. The equine joined him a few seconds later and started with rubbing the scutes on the alligator's back, quickly moving to under his tail and the still dribbling pucker underneath. Automatically, Carl raised his tail and a soft snout followed by a thick, wet tongue probed his well-fucked ass. The reptile assumed a position against the wall of the open shower as if he were being arrested while the zebra continued his anal exploration. When Jeffrey was satisfied the gator was clean, he stood up, turned Carl around and gave him a small kiss on the snout. The reptile dove in, planting a deep one on that soft equine muzzle, tasting himself and the equine's cum on that wonderful tongue. They parted and Carl helped the zebra rinse off the sweat.

Jeffrey turned off the shower and looked like he was getting some towels from the cabinet when he abruptly hauled up the alligator, took him to the pool's edge and dropped him in. With a splash, the zebra joined him. Carl took the shock of getting tossed as in as if he'd completely expected it but he certainly wasn't expecting the equine's next move. Jeffrey reached between the reptile's legs and rubbed his warm hand on the small slit in the scales his fingers found there. Carl moaned and his own penis slid out into that warm, welcoming hand. Jeffrey stroked the newly emerged shaft expertly and had the reptile moaning in no time at all.

Then, Carl felt a slight splash. The zebra and the warm hand had vanished. It was replaced by something warm engulfing his entire length. A thick tongue that had already probed his ass swirled around his shaft. Carl gasped, then let out a low moan that reverberated through the pool. Jeffrey's mouth worked the smaller pinkish-reddish shaft even more expertly than his hand had. The alligator was soon leaking pre-cum when the zebra's snout surrendered its prize. Resurfacing, the equine took his lover by the hand, leading him out of the pool and back to the blanket.

Jeffrey silently motioned the reptile to lie flat out on his back. The zebra, bearing that wicked grin Carl had seen before, straddled the scaled belly, facing his lover. With a smooth, practiced motion, Jeffrey sat down on the alligator's hips, burying the reptilian shaft in his warm, mammal ass. The zebra humped eagerly while Carl wrapped his scaled hands around the equine's hips, adding what thrusts he could of his own. The black equine cock started getting hard and slapping against Carl's belly scales in a regular tempo.

Soon, the tempo increased as Jeffrey humped harder, faster, clearly wanting to milk the alligator of his cum. Carl let out a bellowing roar and filled the zebra's warm rectum with what felt like gallons of reptile spunk. The pent-up accumulation of a couple of weeks without any sort of relief for his testes coupled with months without companionship came out in one enormous gushing released and the zebra rode that bucking flood with great zeal until the alligator bellowed and thrust no more.

The reptilian penis withered rapidly and Jeffrey's ass expelled about half of the gator's semen on top of it. Carl's snout wore a goofy, euphoric grin upon it. The zebra leaned forward planting a kiss amid that grin, then lay down with his head underneath the alligator's scaled jaw, feeling more of the reptile's seed leaking out of his ass. The pair lay like that for a while until Carl's rumbling, growling stomach startled them both. The zebra chuckled as the alligator's grin changed to reflect how embarrassed he was. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the night was cooling rapidly enough.

Without a word, Jeffrey got up, his ass still leaking gator cum down his black and white thighs. He gave Carl a hand up, clapped a warm arm around scaly shoulders and guided the alligator back inside to the big curved sofa. Neither man dressed. Jeffrey headed into the kitchen and emerged a few minutes later with a platter of cheese, crackers, what looked to be grass and a few cold cuts of meat for his carnivore guest. He produced a couple of frosted mugs of beer as well. Jeffrey indicated that Carl should help himself and the alligator didn't hesitate in the slightest as the zebra took the grass and munched on it contentedly. About two-thirds of the way through the platter, the alligator stopped and looked embarrassed at how much he'd packed away.

"Please eat as much as you want. There's plenty more where that came from.", Jeffrey assured him soothingly. The zebra was certain Carl hadn't been eating well the past several months and it had only gotten worse in recent weeks. It was good to see that the alligator had an appetite. Though reptiles didn't need to maintain the same metabolism as mammals, even they still needed to eat to keep up with the activity of a hectic office environment like the ad department, and Carl hadn't been eating nearly enough. The alligator hesitated, then with a smile from Jeffrey, dove back into the platter.

When the platter was clean, Carl declined any more but accepted a glass of wine from his host. Jeffrey settled next to the alligator with his own glass. The two chatted about a few things, with the zebra carefully skirting anything to do with Teresa. Eventually, they got back around to the subject of sex with Jeff confessing he'd always want to suck a guy in the pool then mount him as he had with the reptile earlier. This led to a discussion of fantasies and the equine discovered he was spot on that Carl harbored several bondage and domination fantasies and other desires like dressing in slinky lingerie. Despite the food, the wine was working magic on the gator, opening him up to discussing things he probably wouldn't otherwise say. The zebra smiled, saying very little, listening intently to the reptile's every erotic desire.

When Carl had finished, his host stood up, motioning for the alligator to do the same. He followed Jeffrey into the master bedroom. Still silent, the zebra indicated he should stand by the three mirrors next to the walk-in closet. The mammal padded into the closet on the soft, plush carpet leaving Carl to look at his naked body in the mirrors. They reminded him of trying on clothing in a department store but he wasn't wearing a single stitch. He was just thinking how grateful he was that he'd done all that working out when Jeffrey emerged from the closet holding a few things. Sweeping something sheer and red in front of him, the zebra indicated he should look in the mirrors. The filmy red material turned out to be a negligee that reached to the alligator's knees. Clenched in the other black fist still mostly behind the reptile looked to be stockings, garters, and a garter belt.

"Try them on.", Jeffrey whispered, his soft, bristle-whisker covered snout right next to the alligator's ear hole. Carl's cock stirred at the thought and the reptile took everything from his host and moved over to the bed and it's well-cushioned comforter. Carl worked at putting the garter belt and stockings on first. The zebra moved in to help him with the unfamiliar leg garments and purposefully brushed the reptile's shaft with little touches even giving it a kiss. With the stockings on and the garters attached with a double check to make sure they were straight, the negligee was slipped on over the alligator's head and fell easily into place. Before the reptile could move, a wickedly grinning Jeffrey held up the last bit of the ensemble, a pair of crimson high-heeled shoes. Seemingly they were the gator's size though they felt more confining that Carl's usual footwear.

With the shoes now on, Jeffrey helped the alligator to the mirrors. He spun Carl this way and that so the gator could admire how the outfit looked on the scaled body. The zebra was clearly enjoying the little fashion show too. His big, black cock jutted out at complete attention again.

"I so want to fuck you again!", Jeffrey rumbled softly, then led the cross dressing alligator back over to the bed. He grabbed something from one of the bedside stands and gestured that Carl should turn around to face the bed. The zebra grabbed the reptile's wrists and fastened something onto them. They felt soft but held the alligator's hands firmly together over the reptile's scutes. Carl started to say something when a hard object intervened. It was fastened by some kind of catch against the back of the alligator's head.

"How do you like that, my scaly bitch?" Carl shuddered in pleasure rather than terror. It was a few of his fantasies come true. To confirm that, the zebra slapped a scaled butt cheek. "There's more where that came from, you horny whore." The reptile was pushed into a kneeling position at the edge of the bed. The openness of the garter belt meant that scaled butt was open for the mammal's pleasure and convenience. Despite wearing the stockings and negligee, Carl felt more exposed than he had when he'd been naked out on the pool deck. There was another, harder swat on his ass, followed by the squirt of just enough lube to get things started, then the rough entry of the zebra's hard dick through his sphincter. Carl whimpered around the gag in his mouth.

"There you go, saurian slut, right where it belongs in your bitch ass.", Jeffrey uttered when his hips met the scaly rump. He was fully inside, something he hadn't quite managed until this moment. In their romps outside, something in the alligator had resisted allowing the last inch or so in. The zebra didn't rest on his accomplishment and humped the reptile with short, fast, very hard strokes made possible through the standing position behind his scaled fucktoy. Somewhat muffled by the gag, Carl howled in pleasure just like out at the pool and writhed against the restraints. Every once in a while Jeffrey would smack the gator's rump and call out another filthy name. Too soon by either man's estimate, the equine came as hard as the pounding he'd been dishing out to the well-fucked reptile. Even through the gag, Carl's groan of satisfaction was clear. The zebra went soft and as before, a massive gush of spunk splattered onto the carpet.

"Gotta piss, love. Be right back." Jeffrey patted the gooey rump and made for the bathroom. This time the zebra was sure his balls were drained and his bladder followed suit. He looked down to admire his own penis. Back in high school after puberty hit, he'd been the envy of many of his classmates, even an object of desire for some. He'd had his choice and fair share of ass back then and most of the time since, but none of those encounters made him feel as good as his time with the alligator tonight. There was a momentary flash of guilt that Carl was married but this evening was the first time the zebra had seen him smile in a long time. Giving himself a good shake, he hoped tonight would be the first of several good times he could show the sexy reptile.

Jeffrey padded back out to the bed and flopped heavily next to the still trussed up and leaking alligator. Carl was fussing and squirming a lot and trying to say something around the gag. The zebra undid the gag and tossed it on the floor beside the bed.

"Do we have a safe word, hon? I need to pee really bad and I've already made enough of a mess on your comforter." The zebra laughed and undid the cuffs. Hobbling quickly to the bathroom in the heels, the gator disappeared for a couple of minutes and emerged again with a look of tremendous relief on his snout. Carl made his way back to the bed with a great deal more grace, looking like he was mastering the art of walking in the heels. He knelt on the bed, kicking one shoe, then the other off and joined Jeffrey underneath the covers where the zebra had already moved while he was in the bathroom. The pair kissed.

"Gonna wear them to bed?" Jeffrey indicated the lingerie. The alligator nodded, loving the feel of the silky garments. Feeling rather drowsy, Carl snuggled against the mammal's warmth as the zebra wrapped his arms around the cross dressed reptile. "Good. And tomorrow, I'll introduce you to my morning wood." Carl smiled, already falling asleep to the memory of Jeffrey giving him one last kiss goodnight.