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Summer by the Lake Side

The truck door slammed shut as the bull shark left his vehicle. Breathing in deeply, Derek let it all out through his muzzle, a smile gracing his toothy maw. The smell of nature was thick at the lake and Derek was more than happy to be here. His shoes made crunching noises as he walked to the back of his truck and lowered the tailgate. Inside the bed was all the things he'd need for his camping trip. Climbing into the back, the shark rummaged for his tent gear first before climbing back down with it. The hot summer was cut through with a cool breeze, fluttering Derek's unbuttoned flannel shirt that showed off his white underbelly from lower jaw to his shorts. Coarse hazel hair sprouted from the shark's chest, a trail leading down to the pants line as well.

Derek wasted no time in pitching the tent. With nothing but the sounds of the lake to fill his ears, he got lost in the process, enjoying the feel of hot summer sun on his covered back. How he longed to already be rid of all his clothing. Alas, there were people here as it was, even in the more remote section of the lake area. A hand ran over his tan colored head, the same color coating every inch of his backside that could be seen. His hefty frame finally rose from his task after a couple of minutes, grinning to himself lightly. The week was sure to be fun with roughing it next to the lake. Sure, he could head out somewhere if he really needed to but he'd tried to make all the preparations for a long haul with his little tent.

Moving back to the truck, the shark grabbed all the other items and went about setting up his camp. The auto mechanic was quite strong and built from not only his job but regular upkeep as well. Swimming was still a passion, one that never left his blood, though Derek did muscle workouts as well. The only part of him that wasn't firm was his belly, a hand subconsciously patting it. It had grown out a bit over the recent time, probably from beer. He didn't mind, it seemed to attract the right kind of people. A bigger grin formed on Derek's face as he thought of some of the lewd things he'd done with others, who loved his so called "dad body".

He was no father. At least, that he knew of. No, the middle aged shark had been careful about his fun pastimes with others. A hand ran over his bulge in his pants, before Derek shook his head and continued with his campsite. It wouldn't do to dwell on those thoughts until later, when he could enjoy them in private one way or another. Placing a chair in front of the tent, he reached into a cooler nearby and grabbed his alcoholic beverage and opening it. Hissing out, the can was brought to the shark's muzzle as he took a drink. Time for relaxing was upon him.

Derek was lost in his own little world, contemplating a swim when he heard the sound of gravel crunching back up where he parked his truck. Flipping around in his seat, the shark saw an RV pull up. The shark looked it up and down, whistling out as he saw the vehicle. It was a nice model, something for those who weren't quite with roughing it out but still wanted to be out. It took a few minutes of staring before the RV's door was pushed open and the occupant came out. A dark green, almost gray like, colored alligator stepped down. A lighter green went from throat down to his shirt and seemed like it continued down through to the gator's tail. Besides glasses perched on the alligator's nose, dark blonde hair was kept upon the reptile's head. The form the alligator had was big, not like Derek's own but someone who did keep up with workout on a more regular basis. The shark believed them to be about the same height too. Unable to help himself, he let out another whistle at the reptile. The alligator turned towards him, seemingly startled. Slowly the reptile approached, closing the door behind him.

"Nice ride you got there." The shark stated.

The alligator seemed flustered, embarrassed even. "T-thanks."

"What's you're name?"

"M-me? I'm Charlie."

"Nice to meet ya Charlie, I'm Derek." Standing, the shark offered a hand.

Meeting it with one of his own, Charlie grinned at the slightly buffer Derek. "I'll get a chair, if you don't mind the company."

"Not at all. Company's always appreciated."

Charlie nodded as he went back to his RV. Derek was grinning, glad to have a buddy of sorts to hang out with, even if it was a total stranger. After a few moments, the gator was back with his own lounge chair, setting it up besides the shark. Derek reached into the cooler and offered a can. "Beer?"

The reptile took it, saying "Thanks". The two sat in silence for a bit, after the can was cracked open and they both just stared out at the lake. The shark took notice of the alligator's habit of shifting before he spoke up.

"So, what brings you out here Charlie?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing in particular. Just wanted to get away."

"Indeed? I found myself wanting some time off too. Nothing beats nature sometimes."

"Truer words never spoken." They toasted their cans, taking gulps.

"What you do for a living?"

"I'm an software developer."

"What's that?"

"Basically, I program a lot of machines to do the work for others."

"Like in an auto shop?"

"Exactly."

Pausing, Derek pondered if maybe Charlie had worked on some of the coding in the equipment he worked with in the shop. It was an interesting thought to say the least. Regardless, it didn't concern him too much.

"I take it you work in the auto mechanic industry?"

"Yea, cars and me have a special bond."

"Oh really?"

The shark leaned back, a small grin forming on his muzzle. "The purr of an engine after finding out what kept it from doing so. The feel of smooth transitions in a gear shift and clutch. Hell, even the wipers doing what they do better than when they started got me into the cars."

"Sounds like a big attachment."

"It is buddy."

They were both quiet for a while. Charlie spoke up first. "I guess I didn't get as attached as you, but finding out that coding was what I was good at and even enjoying it made me choose my own profession."

Derek chuckled. "Can't call it work if you enjoy what you do."

"Amen." Another toast. The evening played out with them starting up a campfire and grilling. They exchanged a few tips here and there about how they went about cooking hamburgers and the prep work put in. Cleaning up the mess was relatively easy, with Derek sliding the disposable plates into a trash bag for what was needed and Charlie offering to rinse the actual metal ware in the RV. All in all, the first day of camping, even being half, was going great for Derek. Moving into his tent as the moon shone down after snuffing the fire, the shark slipped out of his shirt, shoes and pants before flopping onto his sleeping bag. A big grin formed as he thought of his new buddy. Charlie was a nice guy. Seemed smart, if shy. Trying to imagine the reptile naked had Derek biting his lower lip. He pondered if maybe he should masturbate, the black jockstrap he wore growing tight as it bulged with arousal. He took a shaky breath as his hand ran over the bulge, feeling himself pulse in the constricting garment. His hand grasped the tent, squeezing it as his hips bucked and he let out a small moan. Sliding his fingers down into his waistband, he felt over the coarse hair of his pubes as he directly cupped his budding erection. Groping again, he groaned a bit louder before sighing and pulling his hand away. Not tonight, as much as he wanted to.

Getting into the bag, the shark sighed again as he laid there with his eyes closed. His hand once again began to wonder, almost of it's own mind but this time it went to his bared rump. A whimper passed through his lips as the hand grasped the firm, fuzzy flesh before the fingers crawled further to play with the cleft beneath his tail fluke. Damn, was he horny! Derek knew he should have packed more than just jockstraps too, those wouldn't help. But he would deny himself carnal pleasure for now. Yes, maybe the shark could get someone to fool around with while he was here.

Sighing once again, Derek turned over, grumbled as he kept a somewhat conscious mind on his hands to keep them from wandering yet again. It had only been a couple of days since he last jacked himself off, it was fine to wait longer on the off chance of someone else helping. Especially Charlie. Derek would really love to get Charlie to help him blow a load. Grinning, the horny shark succumbed to sleep.

Derek groaned lightly as he woke from his night. The one down side to roughing it was the aches felt from not having a proper bed. Sitting up, the shark stretched and yawned, showing his sharp teeth before he scratched at his chest fluff. Grumbling some, he got up fully and went over to a bag with his clothes in it. New shirt, pants and jockstrap along with a towel, the shark headed out with naught but his underwear as he took the few minutes to the communal installed. Being away from the usual side of the lake had perks sometimes. His claws scratched at his ass as he entered the building. Taking care of business, he emerged from a short, hot shower in his new clothes, the rest a bundle under his arm as he returned to the tent. Laying the towel out to dry and storing his dirty clothes, the shark pondered on what to do today.

It was then that Derek heard a door open and a voice call. "Hey Derek."

Turning, the shark grinned widely at the alligator in the door. Already dressed, Charlie stepped down and closed the door before approaching. "Hey Charlie."

"Sleep well?"

"Eh, roughing it isn't as easy on the body as it use to be."

A chuckle from the reptile. "Why I got a camper, so I could enjoy outside but get what I need from indoors."

"Too true. I'd get one but can't." The shark shrugged. "So what are you planning today Charlie?"

"I actually was going to see if you wanted to see the RV. I know you liked it."

"Really?" Derek didn't want to get his hopes up but after a nod from Charlie, he couldn't help but feel giddy. Following the alligator into the camper, he looked it over. From the door was a small kitchen, with a dining table next to it. Off to the right was the driver's seat and the left held a small bathroom with a walk-in shower. The door to the back, likely where the bed was, had a curtain hanging over the space to, no doubt, get some privacy. A low whistle from the shark as he was offered a seat. "Nice."

"It's not the best, but doesn't need to be too over the top, ya know?"

"Very. How about a game?"

"Game? Like what?"

The gator stood and went into the curtained section, giving a blue tint in the room before he came back. In his hands he held a couple of boxes, board games. "Well, I got Sorry, Monopoly, Life and Risk."

"Risk. I like that one."

A sly smile graced Charlie's face. "Strategy huh? I'm going to kick your ass."

"We'll see." Derek smiled as they set up the game. After about an hour and a half of Derek repeatedly losing, the shark let out a roar equal to any dragon's. "FUCK THIS GAME!"

Charlie couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, you wanted to take on a coder in a game of strategy."

Derek grumbled as he laid back, sighing and rubbing his eyes. Looking back, he saw the reptile holding a box of cards. "Go Fish?"

"Yea, that's something I could do."

Cards were dealt out. After a few different cards being exchanged by hand and the discard pile, the shark spoke up. "So why are you out here, really? I know for a break but something else I feel."

The game paused as Charlie sat in silence. With a sigh, he put his cards down, went to the fridge and came back with beers. Cracking his open, he took three large gulps before sighing. "It's...complicated." Picking up his cards, he started up the match again. "It started with a guy, Zach. He was this big old german shepherd. He...well, he inspired me to workout." A flush overcame the alligator as he shifted. Derek admired the form of the reptile, a grin being hidden behind his cards. The shark did like Charlie's thick form. "Anyways, we were dating but hadn't gotten to the sex part yet. I wanted to go slow, you know? But as I got bigger in muscles, he became distant. I even found out he was cheating on me. Was with some skinny twink, balls deep. Really thought he was special." Charlie sighed and finished his drink, going for another as Derek played. "What about you?"

Derek took a drink from his own. "All jobs require their employees to take vacation time. I love my job too much for it. My bosses said they'd have to fire me if I didn't head out for a while. So decided to go camping." A light shrug from the shark.

"Come on, got more there than meets the eye."

"Alright. Well, I've gotten a bit of a reputation as the guy to see if you want your suspension tested."

"What do you mean?" Charlie tilted his head a bit. Rolling his eyes, the shark responded.

"Customers sometimes ask me to fuck them."

"O-oh." A flush covered the reptile's face as he tried to hide behind the cards.

"Yea, had a few relationships but they never lasted. Now get to bang someone every so often when they ask for the lubetail special. The condoms suck though."

"So you play safe?"

"Usually. I'm fully clean."

"That's good."

The two finished up their game to get some lunch. They decided to campfire again, this time with hotdogs to grill. With buns and condiments, chips and soda, it was the feast of kings! At least, lake camper kings. Cleaning up was once again simple. The day was spent between more rage from games and swimming. The two had a couple of races, finding themselves about equal. Their talk by the campfire turned to competitive swimming, each enjoying the sport. Charlie and Derek split when the moon came up, the shark again stripping to his underwear for bed. His hands explored his body again, thoughts going to the alligator. Growling, the shark had to consciously stop himself before he went too far. The desire for Charlie was getting a little out of control. Oh well, he'd just have to jack himself off sometime soon it seemed. Derek let out a sigh as he twisted and turned for a bit of the night before succumbing to darkness.

Derek awoke, groaning once again. The shark sat up, wincing a bit at the aches as well as the tiredness. He didn't sleep the best, his body yearning for pleasure, even now. As he stood and stretched, his gaze wondered down to see the pouch of his jockstrap fully bulged, gaps around the sides. Nothing was left to imagination for it currently, a bit of a problem for public. A towel around his waist helped with that. The shower was a slower one today, basking in the warmth before using the cold to shock his arousal away.

His walk back was one of thoughts, some tinged lewdly. The shark considered what he and Charlie could do today. A strange idea formed, one that caused Derek to slowly form a grin from ear to ear. Oh, he had the perfect idea for today, one that'll tell him if he should pursue or not. At the campsite, he saw the alligator waiting outside with a small smile on his face. "Hey Derek."

"Hey there Charlie."

"I was thinking we could play some other games today."

"Sure. Though I plan to go swimming in a private area later."

"Private?"

"As private as can be around here. Surprisingly well hidden. Care to join me?"

A flush coated Charlie's cheeks as he nodded. Derek grinned knowingly as he joined the reptile in his RV for another round of games. Rage ensued from the shark as he lost more than he won. Another round of food and drink and Derek parted ways to dress in his swimwear. His speedo was snug on his body, showing off his bulge. He let a hand run over it as he inhaled sharply. Sensitive was something the shark wasn't all that use to and he was right now without doubt. At this rate, he'd have to tend to it regardless. For the time being, he just readjusted himself and took his towel as he waited for Charlie to walk with him to the spot.

Walking with the reptile was pleasant enough, even if Derek wished the alligator wore a speedo too. It appeared his mind had taken a more lewd turn as of late as he shook his head. The shark led Charlie to the hidden spot a few minutes from their campsite, ducking between vegetation to a small alcove of lake.

"Never would have thought of finding this place."

"Most wouldn't. I stumbled into this place by accident myself. Rarely find anyone else but a few others know of it."

"Nice." With that, Charlie laid his towel on the ground for later, wading in before diving. The grin Derek wore could only be called feral as he discarded his towel over his swimwear, getting into the water naked behind the alligator. A shiver ran up the shark's spine, both from the coldness but also from the sheer boldness of his act. This was his act of gauging Charlie's true interest. It was also just nice to skinny dip.

Derek kept up the charade, though calling it such would be overstating it. He was enjoying himself with Charlie like always, just a bit more cautious now that he was butt naked. After a bit, he decided to play with the reptile a bit, doing the stereotypical shark fin above water routine. When he went under, he could see through the slightly murky water to the turning floating alligator. With a mischievous smirk, his hands grasped the swim trunk's waistband and pulled down hard. Charlie seemed to flail a bit at that as Derek came back up a bit aways, holding up the trunks.

"Derek! What the hell?!"

"Got ya scalie ass."

"Give them back!"

"Why? Isn't it better being free?"

"Not in public!" The reptile started to press against Derek to get the trunks. The shark pressed back before he turned and threw them onto the shore near the towels. Derek could see the anger on Charlie's face as he himself just grinned. The alligator sighed and went back towards the shore, the shark following. Wading out, Derek watched Charlie's rear end sway under the thick tail. When he bent over, the shark had to keep himself from drooling as he got to see the fuzzed rump more, even with the tail in the way.

"I'll admit, that was funny. Even so, you shouldn't just..." Charlie had turned around, his eyes trailing down the shark's chest to his belly to his groin before snapping back up and his cheeks reddening. Derek didn't bother hiding his staring as he looked over the creamy belly of the reptile, blond hair growing coarser as it crowned the dick in a bush. A decent sized dick rested on plump balls.

"You're welcome to look."

Charlie was biting his lip, trying not to but his eye seemed to come back to the shark's body. Turning around again, the alligator pulled on his trunks, grabbing his towel.

"...There's a storm tonight, by the way..."

With that, the reptile took off. Derek sighed to himself. He'd have to see where things went from here. Slipping into his speedo to walk back, his mind was tainted by the image of Charlie's butt. His bulge was tight so he slipped the towel about his waist. To take his mind off the sexy alligator who sealed himself away in the RV, the shark decided to start packing his gear. If there was to be a storm, better be prepared. He strapped it all down in the bed of his truck, minus the tent and sleeping bag. If it was just a ruse, he'd like to enjoy his last day on the lake after all. Dinner was simple and boring since the reptile wasn't about and Derek felt a little sad. Maybe he had misread the signs he thought he saw? Regardless, he curled up in his bed early, missing Charlie and his stuff. His eyes closed as he kept thinking of everything, lewd and not. He eventually drifted off.

The crack of thunder along with a feeling of cold wetness against his skin woke Derek from his slumber. Rousing rather quickly from the coolness, he heard as rain like hail pelted his tent. Seemed the storm was real and much worse than the shark could have anticipated. Part of the tent collapsed under the strain, forcing Derek into action. He started to roll everything he could up before the tent fell, putting it into a pile to carry. When the tent did fall, water rushed in, soaking the shark's legs as he struggled to get out of the tent. Once outside, he was hit full force from the gale, soaking him further as it pelted his skin. Derek kicked the last two stands to bundle the tent, shoving under his wet arm before he turned to head for his truck.

Until he realized, his keys were in his pants pocket. Wadded up in the tent.

Cursing himself for lack of foresight in his haste, realizing his error of sleepwear in this weather, the jockstrap clad shark made his way to the only other place he could think of. Shivering, he banged on the door of Charlie's RV and hoped the reptile would let him in. He stood there, teeth starting to chatter, about to turn away when the door opened. Charlie looked awake, though his expression showed something akin to horror as he let out a gasp.

"Derek?! What the hell?! Get in here!"

Derek could thank any deity that existed for that moment. He came into the RV, dripping tons of water onto the floor as he set his wadded tent down. Soaked head to toe, the shark peeled off his useless jockstrap while the alligator came back with a towel. Thankful, he started to dry himself off with the towel, still cold from the storm.

Charlie stood with his arms crossed, face angled away. "What the hell Derek? Trying to get hypothermia?! Why would you wear only a jockstrap if there's going to be a storm?!"

"They usually aren't this bad."

Derek noticed the reptile was flushed. Thinking now, he could almost swear he was flushed when he got the door.

"That isn't an excuse! Things could have been much worse if I wasn't here."

"Didn't think you'd get the door honestly."

"Why not?"

"The storm is loud. And after yesterday, figured I went too far. Might have misread the signs yo-"

Derek was cut off when Charlie practically flung himself onto the shark. A bit of shock took hold as scalie lips pressed against his own leathery one but he was quick to reciprocate. Tilting his head to get deeper into the kiss, arms wrapped about his neck as his own hands dug underneath the shirt and clutched at alligator's backside. Charlie pulled off first, breathing harder with a flush.

"S-sorry..."

"For what?" Derek practically crooned the words.

"Being too forward."

"What's wrong with that?"

Charlie looked away. "I like you Derek. Want you. More than I should from meeting you a few days ago." He looked back. "I don't have many friends and I do-"

This time, Derek cut off Charlie with a deeper kiss, tongue probing into the alligator's muzzle as his claws dipped beneath the boxers the reptile wore to grab that full ass he had wanted for days. The reptile tensed before submitting, moaning into the kissing as tongues danced. The shark was becoming hotter, the cold leaving his body more as blood rushed through his body to his groin. Claws dug into his back, his claws gripping tighter to the rump. He pulled back after a moment, breathing harshly with a grin.

"I know a way to get warm."

The cheesy line got a chuckle from Charlie as he grabbed the shark's hand and pulled him into the back room, where the bed was. The alligator stripped while the shark laid down, his gaze locked on the other's body as it revealed itself. Charlie was a bit hesitant before his boxers went, showing the arousal he had along with the bush around the base. The reptile crawled up, their erections brushing together to make them both shiver before Charlie started kissing the shark once more. It was quicker, both feeling light headed already from earlier.

"Why don't we get acquainted with the other's fishing rod?"

The alligator nodded as he turned around, Derek now facing Charlie's dick. Warm breath washed over his own erection, making him shiver, but Derek didn't let it distract him as his hand moved up to stroke from base to tip on the reptile's length. A moan issued from Charlie, affirmation of pleasure. Derek didn't waste time as he took the whole of the alligator into his muzzle. This time a cry from the reptile, the shark breathing in the musk from the balls. Damn, that was going to be hard to resist. For now though, he started bobbing his head along the shaft in front of him.

He paused for a moment as Charlie took him in half way, a hand tugging on the rest. Derek groaned around the dick, making the alligator shiver and moan in return to vibrate the shark's length. It was an odd but great feeling. Bobbing his head, Derek felt as Charlie did the same. Both hands were planted on the rear end of the alligator as the shark moved one of them further to the crease between. A finger ran between them, over the tailhole that felt wet. Curious, Derek slowed his muzzle to prod at the hole before pushing in. Charlie wasn't prepared for that as the alligator took the shark to the root before pulling off, choking and hacking. The shark himself took the reptile from his maw.

"You were playing back here recently."

Charlie was flustered. "I was restless."

"Really now?"

The alligator turned back around, facing Derek now as he admitted. "I was thinking you and me."

"Why don't you show me?"

Looking away, Charlie spoke in a low voice. "I don't have any condoms..."

When the alligator looked back, Derek's face had 'You're kidding' written all over it. "You're going to get a man-eating shark horny and not finish?"

Biting his lower lip, Charlie just slid down some, grabbing onto the shark's length. Derek watched as the reptile angled himself before feeling the scalie rump of the other as his shaft was dragged along the lightly lubed area before pushed against a ring. With some effort, the alligator loosened enough for the shark to spread him open. A whine came from Charlie as he slowly descended half the dick, teeth closed as his eyes watered some.

"Are you ok Charlie?"

"Y-yea. J-just been a while with an-another."

Derek started to stroke over the reptile's chest and belly, a hand working on the member flagging slightly from displeasure. It was with some time that Charlie took all of the shark, Derek working on making is a little easier on the reptile. Derek couldn't deny how wonderfully warm and tight the alligator was, all of the storm's cold banished at this point. The reptile leaned down, getting another light kissing session going before placing both hands on the furred shark's chest. The bouncing started, small as Charlie adjusted but enough to make Derek's toes curl in pleasure. Already a hand was on the alligator's hip to help, the other stroking slowly over the reptile's dick.

A rhythm was set, after Charlie was taking fuller rides. Up and down, the alligator rode, moaning out while Derek groaned and grunted. The smell of sex drifted into the air, smacks heard in the small space. The shark started to thrust up to meet the reptile's ass, balls slapping as pre began to run out of the alligator's hole. Grunts, moans and hisses sounded as the two fucked, sweat soaking the two. Soon enough, Charlie sat up from his hunched over position, grinding a little before he started a new pattern.

Now upright, the alligator used the full length of Derek's cock, spearing himself open repeatedly. Gravity took care of the fall, Charlie's toned legs the rise. The reptile stroked himself off at this point, the shark only gripping onto the bed sheets as his toes continued to curl. Between the need of the last while and the blowjob earlier, he wouldn't last long. Either Charlie was aware or was on his own limit, things got faster and wilder as the alligator took it to another notch. Grunting and growling, Derek tried to hold back with clenched teeth and hissing breath. All things must end though.

With a roar akin to a drake's own, he grabbed the alligator and helped slam him to the hilt. His thick rod pulsed out rope after rope of his pent up seed, a lot splattering out onto his own pubes and balls. There was ringing in his ears as stars dotted his vision. He tapered off some, though he felt the alligator's insides milk his shaft for his essence. Charlie's own cum was now a splattered mess, the hotness cooling on the hair and skin the shark had. Both were panting heavily from their session together. The haze of lust was leaving, though the smell remained with the added scent of semen in the air.

Charlie came back first, groaning as he laid on Derek's chest. The shark hissed lightly at the feeling of movement, seed spilling out more. Regardless, he hugged the reptile to him, regardless of the mess on him. He felt the nuzzling of the alligator before a small voice spoke.

"Is this a one time thing?"

"Only if you want it to be..."

The howling of the storm was all that remained as Derek stroked the tired Charlie to bed. The shark soon followed.