RESPECTABLE BEHAVIOUR
An alligator with a secret raingear fetish and a respectable appearance to maintain finds himself too easily tempted by the chance to take out his needs on a certain grey dragon
RESPECTABLE BEHAVIOUR
It was just too good to be true when it happened
It was evening, seemed like there could be rain in the air. The gator was walking through town intending to pick up groceries, nothing special. In truth he just liked the solitary walk, which was why he always parked his car unusually far from the store. It felt good, especially since this neck of town was never busy and he could enjoy the air by himself. He'd been on the phone, letting his wife know he'd not be too long, taking notes on whatever else he ought to pick up whilst he was in the store. No big deal
After a short while he'd noticed the greyscaled dragon wandering behind him, nervous looking, wearing spectacles and a slick yellow rainsuit with black rubber boots. He looked like he was embarrassed by something, though all the gator could think as he made idle talk with his other half was to ask himself why he'd never followed the dragon's example. The gator liked that look, in fact he liked raingear more than just as a look. You could say it made him unusually happy. Not that he'd ever been able to tell his wife he enjoyed it so much, he'd always felt too obligated to behave normally, keeping his little fetish quiet and playing the middle class father and respectable businessman instead. He kept the gear in his car all the same, and all those Sunday mornings when the wife and children slept in, thinking their father just enjoyed a brisk country walk by himself, all those Sunday mornings had been spent gladly dressed in just the slick black PVC two-piece and rubber boots, seeking out secluded spots in the woods where he could jerk and masturbate to his heart's content. So yes, you could say he was jealous of the dragon now showing off his waterproofs in the middle of the city
The elephant turned up next, walking the other way. The gator was still on the phone to his wife, swapping anecdotes about their respective days, but he certainly noticed the elephant. Like the dragon he was head-to-toe in a two-piece slick and rubbery rainsuit, black this time but with red rubber boots as if he wanted to draw your attention to them. You could say he looked well-fed too. The gator was beginning to think there was a god and that he was making fun of him for being so reticent about his perversions. The elephant took out a pipe and lit it as he walked past the gator. For a moment the middle class father and respectable businessman thought that was the end of it, but things changed rapidly
"Ah, excuse me Sir"
"Yes what is it you-"
The first voice sounded nervous enough to be the dragon. The second had to be the elephant. The gator couldn't resist looking behind him to find out what the hell was going on, nearly dropping the phone when he did. He saw the dragon stood in front of the elephant and looking embarrassed as all hell, cheeks flushed like cherries. He'd unzipped his rainjacket and unbuttoned the flies on his waterproof trousers, and was now stood there with pants slightly sagging around his thighs, revealing his otherwise naked body and erect, twitchy cock. The elephant should by all rights have been spouting disgust at this, but he didn't. There was a grunted response, a terse "come with me boy," then with a disinterested glance at the gator he'd pulled the dragon into an alley
"Anyway darling, I'd better go. I'll see you soon." The gator ended his call as quickly as possible, trying to sound as if nothing was happening, and then he ran. He never ran anywhere, feeling he needed to look dignified, but right now he didn't have or want a choice in the matter. He reached his car in record time, scanning the carpark as he opened the boot. Clothes were stripped off and thrown in the back, then the nude gator quickly covered up the green of his scales with that familiar black PVC suit and well-muddied boots. "Jesus, just... Jesus!" he muttered to himself as he raced back, head spinning
Back in the alley, far at the back, the gator could see the dragon had been pushed down onto his knees. Stood over him was the elephant with pipe clenched in his mouth, who'd unbuttoned his own rainpants now to show off a cock that was as hard as an iron bar and looked like it could double as a baseball bat. He was pointing at it rather wickedly, and from what the gator could hear from the other end of the alley he was partly pointing out to the dragon that he was better-hung than him, but mostly suggesting the dragon should start sucking it by way of apology for exposing himself. For the dragon's part, his face seemed full of horror about his impending rape, but his cock looked like it was harder than ever, as if he were in serious danger of losing it already over those gleaming red boots in front of him. Clearly the scaly exhibitionist couldn't be *too* upset
He cleared his throat. "Do you mind if I watch?" he called, offering the lewdest grin he could by way of stressing how genuine he was. The dragon and elephant both turned to face his way, the dragon looking unsure if he was about to be rescued or about to get it much, much worse. The elephant meanwhile looked delighted. "Oh, certainly!" he replied with a puff of the pipe. "I was just about to punish this insolent fellow for being so vulgar"
"Can't blame you," the gator chuckled, walking up the alley towards them. His mind was racing right now. He was pretty sure he had a wife and two children. Wasn't he supposed to be picking up some bread and milk to take home to them? What happened to that? And he knew he'd never felt attracted to men before, he couldn't begin to imagine how he came to be as hard as the other two right now, let alone so turned on by watching the dragon's impending violation by the elephant. But in truth he didn't care either, because he never, ever got to explore his pleasures properly and it was too good to pass up. He let himself unbutton his trousers, feeling the cool air as his hard cock and balls were exposed, and chuckling to himself as he realised he was bigger than the dragon too. It made him feel good, in control perhaps
"Now, I think our guest wants a good show," the elephant said, still puffing the pipe and addressing the humbled dragon once more, "so you had better make sure you give a good one." The dragon nodded, trembling slightly as his eyes glanced over at the gator, and opened his snout to begin licking and sucking at the head of the elephant's cock. Above him the elephant muttered approvingly, one hand stroking a draconic horn casually whilst the other held his pipe
"You should give him more than that," the gator said as he began stroking himself idly, "I bet he could take plenty in that mouth of his"
"Early days," the elephant replied, now stroking both horns and smiling widely. "Although, I think he could do a lot more than just suck." The smile became a villainous grin as he looked directly at the gator. "Are you content to just stroke yourself or would you like to do a little more, friend?"
The gator raised an eyebump, feeling an involuntary grin spreading across his own snout. He knew he shouldn't, but he also knew he was going to, and that was turning him on the most of all. "Whatever you say," he replied with a little laughter creeping into his voice, the elephant nodding in return
In front of him the dragon found himself hoisted up onto his feet in front of the elephant. It couldn't have been comfortable for him, bent forward at a right angle with his rubbery yellow trousers now bunched around his knees where the tall black rubber boots stopped them sinking any further. Still, he wasn't making any sign of protest and even steadied himself by gripping the elephant's thighs, meekly sucking a little deeper on the pachyderm cock as he once again glanced over at the gator. Licking his lips in turn, the gator strode over and took up his place behind the dragon
"This is crazy," the gator thought to himself, "I'm going to rape this guy?" For a fleeting moment he actually hesitated, but it didn't last long as he stared down at the raingeared dragon's bare ass and genitals in front of him. He reached down and stuck a hand between his and the elephant's victim, deliberately making himself lightly squeeze and grope the dragon's cock, balls and buttocks for a moment and realising to his delight that he really was enjoying touching up this other male. The dragon for his part moaned and whimpered a little around the cock he was now sucking, only to double in volume as the gator took the plunge, gripping the dragon's sides, pressing the tip of his cock to his anus and beginning to push inside
"Oh fuck... oh fuck yes, you dirty slut dragon," he moaned involuntarily, to the elephant's clear delight, "you deserve this don't you?" He didn't know if he was trying to absolve himself or if the dragon really did want it, he was pretty sure both were true in fact, and as he spread the tight tailhole further he felt himself losing his senses in the experience. Thinking through his own sins - that he was an adulterer and rapist and he was doing it all with two other males down a back alley - was only making him more aroused than he thought possible. And why not, he reasoned, when he spent so much effort turning his other thrills into something illicit and hidden? He may as well take it all the way now, and even if the police had barged in now he didn't think he would want to stop
The gator was fucking his subject harder now, feeling him tremble underneath him as his own body seemed to react all over to the pleasurable feeling of his waterproofs against his bare scales coupled with raw, rough sex. The elephant was getting heavier as well, clearly thrusting more deeply into the whimpering dragon's snout as he offered his own stream of verbal abuse in much more refined English. It felt somewhere between electricity and an out-of-body experience for the gator, but it was definitely the best sex he'd ever had. One hand moved from the dragon's side and the gator felt himself grabbing the scaly plaything's cock to start masturbating him. It felt incredible in his hand, hot and needy, and he couldn't resist more guttural commentary: "cum for me dragon, I want you to fucking cum for me..." His mind flashed back to when the dragon had been kneeling in front of the elephant, looking as if he could cum spontaneously all over the red wellies, and he wished for a moment that the dragon were ejaculating over *his* black wellies, thinking what it would be like walking down the street with fresh dragon cream sprayed over them for all to see
It was too much, pushing him over the edge though the elephant came a moment earlier, crying out so loudly that the gator was sure they really would get caught. The dragon came last, perhaps fittingly enough, the orgasm-befuddled gator feeling warm dragon seed splashing all over his fingers as he kept on pumping him. "...Good dragon," was all he could utter as he shakily pulled himself free, looking down in slight amazement at his own exposed cock and marvelling at what he'd just done, even tasting the dragon's cum out of curiosity
The next few minutes were more autopilot than anything. Spent, the gator managed to tidy himself away and say his goodbye both to the elephant, now puffing that pipe cheerfully once more, and the dragon, who seemed more surprised than actually traumatised. He went back to the car, got his wallet and went to get his shopping in the waterproof suit, enjoying the exhibitionist afterglow. The elephant and dragon were both already gone by the time he'd repassed the alley, god only knew where or if they were together or separate
Back to the car for the final time, the gator nearly changed outfits. Instead though, he looked around him once more, then settled into the front seat and freed his cock to begin stroking again. He thought over the past half-hour or so, realising this was rather a serious breach of his everyday moral code. He couldn't really get himself to feel properly guilty about it though. "Everyone gets to be bad once," he muttered to himself, "besides that dragon definitely wanted it." Sighing, he closed his eyes and felt his orgasm hit again, spunk splashing the glossy expanse of black PVC. Now he could finally change back to his normal clothes and head home. He'd think of some cock-and-bull story to explain his late return to the wife, he was sure of that. Lord knew he'd been good enough up until now after all, he doubted she'd be suspicious of him
The engine started and the car disappeared into the night, which was as good an end to the story as any