DRUG ABUSE
A crocodile and a mouse meet and get stoned together. As they get more wasted, things start to happen between them
DRUG ABUSE
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"Gravick it's pissing down!" the mouse snarled at his friend's door. He was shielded well enough, wearing a knee-length yellow mac and black rubber boots that suited his tan fur rather well, but that didn't make it any more fun for him. After some time the door finally swung open and a towering crocodile appeared, smiling down at him. "You CAN hear your own doorbell, right?" the much more slight rodent said, disgruntled as he pushed by into the house
"Nice to see you too Leo," Gravick replied, closing the door behind them
Once inside the crocodile's open-plan interior, Leon unbuttoned the raincoat and hung it up to reveal ratty blue jeans and an Alice In Chains shirt. Next he stripped off the rubber boots and stomped over to the couches dominating the centre of the room, throwing himself down with a grunt and staring up at the croc's ceiling. Whoever owned the apartment before had had a serious interest in paganism and the occult, and the ceiling was richly decorated by a large pentacle surrounded by a mesh of astrological forms and scenes of pagan ritual. After moving in Gravick had painted Where's Wally into the composition. Leon had yet to find him, but the on-going search seemed to make him smile again. "Annie thinks I've gone to the pub for the night," he said, looking at the croc with a smile like a mischievous schoolboy. Gravick shook his head as he set himself down on the other couch
"Get another girlfriend," he said disinterestedly, opening the box at the centre of the table, "one who actually enjoys a smoke. Here, sniff that." He handed Leon a small plastic bag, the mouse opening it and doing as he was told before grinning and handing it back. He wasn't particularly a connoisseur, but he had faith in Gravick who certainly was
"Smells good. Care to do the honours?"
"Yeah, just let me set the 'ambience'"
"No crazy films," Leon interjected as Gravick got up and went over to shelves full of CDs and DVDs, "you always make me watch weird shit when I'm high"
"You've no sense of adventure," Gravick replied with a disgruntled look over his shoulder as he drew his finger across a line of hand-labelled DVD cases. "Fine, no films... How about Jakaru'?"
Leon groaned loudly, throwing his head back again
"Oh come on, 'Jakaru' was brilliant!"
"Man I saw 'Jakaru' when I was a kid and it fucked me up enough then"
"I know, that's why it got cancelled"
"Look, no films means no creepy TV shows either Grav'"
Gravick sighed and turned his attention to the CDs. He was always the master of ceremonies when he and Leon got stoned, being a much more experienced and level-headed toker, and he liked to put on a show. After carefully picking out the right CD he returned to the couches, drums and synths and hippy chants spilling out behind him, and began grinding up the weed and rolling spliffs as he and Leon talked and laughed. "Care to open proceedings?" the croc asked his guest, who grinned and nodded keenly. Gravick handed over the first joint and his lighter
"Bon apetit!"
Leon lit the joint, and they were away
For his part Leon was a showman too, though a less audience-friendly one which was why he usually got stoned with only Gravick for company. Two things happened whenever the mouse smoked pot: The first was that he always complained of being too hot, which inevitably led to him idly stripping naked, which was exactly what he was doing as Gravick - completely desensitised to this behaviour - explained the music on the stereo and half a dozen other bands in a dense jungle of information that the mouse politely ignored
The other was that he got extremely horny, which with no girlfriend around to help out could make it a little awkward for those who found themselves sat next to the naked, hard mouse. Gravick again was utterly desensitised to Leon's behaviour, in fact if anything he found it funny, breaking up into more and more frequent bursts of laughter as he got more stoned and Leon got more restless. "Maybe you should go to my bathroom and sort that out before you make a mess of my couch," he finally said after the better part of an hour had passed. Leon looked down at his erection for a moment before cracking up himself and handing the joint back
"Grav, your couches are plastic crap anyway, you could just wipe it clean." He leered comically, leaning back and grabbing his balls for show as he rubbed his arse against the creaking PVC mass
"Please don't wipe yourself on my property," the crocodile said, keeping a level tone as the mouse snickered and carried on
"Aww why not? It won't get stained"
"Hardly the point, Leo"
The mouse laughed and shook his head. "Gravick, I could take a shit on your couch and it'd be fine. I could give myself a handjob right now on your couch. In fact fuck it," he leered, "I might do that"
"What, on my couch?" Gravick asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically at the mouse
"Depends, would you dare me to do it?" the mouse asked, leaning forward. Gravick in turn leaned back, silent for a moment before cracking a wide smile
"Go on then, why not," he replied before getting up off the sofa. "Here, put these on," he added, grabbing Leon's mac off the coat stand and tossing it to him. He then strode over and handed the befuddled mouse his wellingtons before standing over him with a gigantic grin on his snout. The mouse just looked at the bundle of wet weather gear for some time
"You want me to put these on?" He finally asked, rubbing his forehead
"It'll keep you from having to wipe sperm out of your fur," the crocodile replied deadpan
"I'm not gonna get cum on my feet though," Leon said, looking at him suspiciously. Gravick shrugged and smiled
"Might as well complete the look my friend. Think of it as a dare," the croc replied, grinning even wider. To the mouse's stoned sensibilities this suddenly made total sense, getting up from the couch and pulling on his raincoat and buttoning it up, following with the boots. He never backed down from a dare, least of all when he was as buzzed as this. He was aware he was getting mud on Gravick's carpet, but he didn't really care and clearly the croc didn't either. He seemed more intent on watching the mouse
"Man this is weird," Leon giggled as he looked down at himself, feeling the raincoat moving against exposed fur as he twisted about. He always thought it looked good on him which was why he owned it in the first place, and now he was as high as a kite the smooth, glossy material was surprisingly sensual to him, not to mention the curious feeling whenever he wriggled bare toes inside his wellies. He rubbed his paws over his mackintosh, moaning faintly to himself. Jerking off was a more and more appealing idea to him
Gravick cleared his throat loudly. "Excuse me," he said, ducking into the bedroom as Leon carried on exploring the situation, thrusting his paws into his pockets, pulling up his hood and posing like that for a moment. Just as he was about to ask loudly what Gravick was up to, the croc answered him, walking back into the room rather proudly showing off a long mac of his own and gleaming new green wellies. "It seemed appropriate," he said with a wicked glint in his eye, "and..." he went over to the table and grabbed his camcorder, "I think it's only right that we get a recording of this, the first meeting of the Raincoat Club"
"Jesus you really are weird when you're stoned," Leon said as he sat back down on the couch, legs spread
"I'm not the one who's gonna whack off wearing a raincoat," the crocodile replied, camera aimed directly at his guest. Leon looked up quizzically
"You don't *actually* think I'm gonna do it while you're filming me do you?"
"Yes"
"No"
"You were gonna do it before anyway, might as well go the whole hog Leo"
"...yeah alright fuck it." Laughing, the mouse began to fumble with his raincoat, sticking his fingers inside and managing to free his throbbing cock. "Jesus look at that," he said, fascinated by the sight of his cock sticking out of his mac, lightly drawing his fingers over its length
"Not what you usually see when you're wanking huh?" Gravick asked, getting a shake of the head from Leon, "have another smoke, it'll feel even better"
The mouse happily accepted, leaning over to grab another spliff and the lighter from the table and firing them up as he began to play with his dick. The croc was right, it did feel good with the smoke filling his lungs as he stroked himself slowly. He was beginning to feel hot again wearing the raincoat, but he was determined not to take his outfit off. Gravick had dared him after all, and besides he was beginning to enjoy the weirdness of it all. He noticed every slight squeak of the material when his sleeve rubbed against his body as he carried on his masturbation, building up speed
For most of the time Leon let his head tilt back, eyes closed as he enjoyed getting even more stoned. During the brief moments when he looked at Gravick, he found the crocodile stood over him, apparently entirely focused on filming the mouse. "I hope you're getting my best side," the mouse said in between gasps of pleasure, "this is quality blackmail material"
"Mmmm, maybe," Gravick replied, sounding as if he'd barely registered the mouse's words. Leon shrugged it off and carried on masturbating and toking, happy to be lost in the moment
As he drew closer to climax, Leon found himself staring at his cock again. He wanted to see what it would look like cumming all over his raincoat. "Fuck, I'm getting close," he grunted as he stroked himself, not looking away from his prick
"Go for it," Gravick replied, sounding distinctly amused, and the mouse did. Whole body twitching now, he sped up his jerking until he erupted, semen splattering all over the slick yellow expanse as the mouse moaned and then spluttered into laughter, head flopping back against the couch
"Ah fuck... that was pretty unique," he finally managed after a while, "you get a good shot?" He lifted himself up and cracked a wide grin as he saw Gravick settling on the other couch, still filming the mouse whilst fumbling with his own raincoat. "Your turn huh?" the mouse asked with a sly grin
"Uh-huh," Gravick replied, freeing his cock
"Want me to get some nice blackmail footage of you now?"
"Mmmm, I can think of better things"
Still extremely wasted, the mouse cocked his head to one side, not entirely sure what Gravick meant. The crocodile laughed and beckoned him over with a finger. "Get over here mouse," he instructed, Leon clumsily rising and doing so. Gravick licked his lips and pointed down, not saying a word
"I uh... what do you want man?" Leon asked, head spinning. The croc rolled his eyes and pointed down again
"Follow my finger Leo... no don't just look down, get down!"
The croc's tone was barely more aggressive than a disgruntled school teacher, but Leon wasn't used to the languid, intellectual reptile sounding even vaguely angry. Too stoned to figure out what else to do and slightly intimidated, Leon found himself kneeling in front of Gravick. "Good," the croc said, adjusting his position on the sofa, "now since you've been smoking my weed all night and beating off on my sofa, I think you owe me one"
"You mean you want me to uh... you want me to suck you off?" Leon asked, unsettled. Gravick nodded, and the mouse paused for what seemed like an hour. "I really can't man," he finally stammered, "I mean I've got a girlfriend and all, and I'm not even into guys"
Gravick snorted. "Just think of it as a big spliff, looks pretty good sticking out of my raincoat huh? Go on, stroke it, see what it's like feeling another guy's cock in your paw." The croc smirked over him as he said those things, making the mouse's ears droop comically
"You're really not gonna let me out of this are you?" Leon asked. Gravick shook his head. "And you're gonna film the whole thing huh?" A nod in response. Leon sighed, reached out and stalled. "Look I really really ca-"
"Do it Leon"
The mouse felt like he'd just been chastised by the voice of god, the crocodile looking at him sternly. He swallowed woozily and finally wrapped his fingers around the thick dick being offered, stroking it cautiously as if it were likely to sting him. It wasn't really so different from stroking his own, he reasoned, it was just strange to say the least listening to Gravick rumble with clear pleasure as he was running a paw over the length of crocodile dick in front of him. Cautiously he moved his face closer and closer, inhaling its musky scent before, with a deep breath, he opened wide and took it in his mouth
The first thing that ran through the mouse's head was how utterly humiliated he felt right then. The camera and the outfit had been more perversely funny than anything when he'd been jerking off, but now they only amplified how thoroughly debased he felt being made to fellate the crocodile. The thought of Gravick having a permanent record of this scared him shitless, but he felt unable to end it now, especially when the croc started cradling the back of his head with his free hand, guiding his now-victim further down onto his cock
"Oh that's real good mousie, for a guy with a girlfriend you're REALLY talented with your mouth," Gravick rumbled, thrusting up slightly into Leon's mouth. "Mmmm, you were so cute with your mac and your boots and your dick in your hand. Bet you didn't know I get turned on by raingear huh?" he continued, getting a muffled response from the preoccupied rodent. "Been wanting to fuck you in yours for some time, make a slick little toy out of you and cum all over that raincoat." He trailed off into a loud guttural groan, pushing his friend's head down further onto the crocodile meat
For his part Leon could never have imagined Gravick fucking anyone or anything, the croc's impossibly zen, level-headed personality making the mouse assume he might actually be asexual. Certainly he could never have imagined anything this outrageous could come from the polite, film-and-record-obsessed guy now filling his mouth. And yet, he was beginning to ease into the situation, allowing himself to bob his head up and down on Gravick's dick. The combination of weed, illicit sex, the strange and novel outfits they were both dressed up in, and Gravick's domination was beginning to turn him on. He felt his cock springing back to life and instinctively took a paw off Gravick's thigh to reach down and begin stroking himself once more
"Good mouse, you like this huh? Stroke that cock like you mean it," Gravick snarled, "get your spunk on my boots!" Leon did as he was told, moving his free hand off the croc's thigh and beginning to stroke the part of Gravick's dick that wouldn't fit in his mouth as he pumped himself down below. Now desire really was overtaking him as he realised he wanted to make the croc cum. Already he could taste precum as the crocodile's shaft slid back and forth over his tongue, Gravick offering an endless stream of uncharacteristically lewd comments as he did so. All the while the camera was still trained on the mouse's bobbing head
"Nnngh, fuck, this is it mouse," Gravick snarled, "I'm gonna blow!" Aggressively he pushed Leon's muzzle down onto his cock, almost choking the mouse as he began to pour his seed into the waiting mouth. Leon did his best to swallow the alien-tasting fluid as moments later he felt his own orgasm overcome him. He couldn't see where his dick was pointing but he wanted to believe it was aimed at Gravick's boot like the croc had said, imagining he could hear the rubbery patter of his spunk on wellies
"Oooh, good mousie," the croc teased as Leon let the spent prick out of his mouth, camera trained on the somewhat embarrassed mouse's face, "and you swallowed every drop too!"
"Well... it would've been rude not to," the mouse shrugged, looking away from the camera and sitting down on the couch, pushing the hood of his raincoat back as he tilted his head upwards and sighed, long and hard. Gravick was engrossed in getting a close-up shot of the mess Leon had made of his left boot, complete with commentary from the reptile. On the stereo the singer was repeatedly intoning: "I never knew I had a choice," which seemed apropos to the rodent. "Promise me you're not going to show that video to anyone right?"
"It'll be just for me and my busy hand," Gravick replied, smirking. Leon sighed again
"Please keep it that way. I can't let my girlfriend know I sucked a guy's dick, she'll kill me." He rubbed his eyes and sniffed his fingers. "Man, she's gonna kill me anyway, she's gonna know I got stoned with you. I told her I was only going out for a drink." Another sigh and he slumped into the couch, the pot and the exercise getting to him at last. Before he went to sleep he slurred his last words, "I'm not gay you know..."
Gravick grinned to himself, skinning up another joint as he watched the replay in the viewfinder. "Camera never lies, Leo"