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"Just another hour to go and I'm home free." The grey kangaroo mumbled to himself as he reached into the bar cooler and grabbed the ice cold beer. Easily popping the cap off, Flint slid the drink towards the patron upon his request, making sure to wink in his direction. The polar bear disregarded the sign, whispering something under his breath, and placed the cash on the counter. "Thanks bitch..."

The kangaroo turned away from the customer, hoping that he wouldn't see how annoyed he was at being called a kid. Flint had been bar tending at Oceanside for about two years and during that time, he's had his fair share of rude guest. Most of the time it was just men who couldn't handle their liquor, often times leading to brawls at the bar. Luckily Vlad was always around when something like that happened. He'd handle anyone that dared to make a scene whenever the kangaroo was working.

Vlad was a regular who would frequent Flint every other week when he was in town for some time off. Being the owner of a twenty-six foot deck boat, Oceanside was a popular bar for the emerald giant, considering the bar was connected to a boat deck. Flint and Vlad instantly hit it off their first time meeting, when the gator praised the young roo for his decadent mixing skills. An Old Fashion, on the sweeter side.

"Last call!" The volume of the music over the bar speakers came to a roaring halt, as the patrons around the bar trotted over to get one last beverage in before they had to escape into the nightlife. Flint looked to see if the polar bear from earlier was still around. "He must have finished his bear and left. Damn, even though he was a dick, at least it gave me some eye candy."

As the guests payed their bills and exited the bar, Flint's manager entered from the kitchen appearing with a smug smile. The hunk of a red wolf approached him, nudging the kangaroo in the side before opening his mouth. "Great job tonight as always Flint, you never cease to surprise me." He exclaimed, bringing his hand down on to the kangaroo's back, eliciting a jolt out of him.

"Thanks boss!" With a flick of his tail, he gently swatted at the hand resting on the small of his back. The canine only responded with a playful growl, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out the keys to the doors. Instantly, Flint's mood changed from excited to dreadful, lifting the sides of his muzzle and flashing his pearly whites. "I closed the bar this entire week, why can't you stay and do it?"

Glaring into those crimson eyes of the muscular wolf, Flint had tried to be as scary as possible, but ultimately failed. "Damn this lean figure of mine. If only I took up Vlad on that opportunity to be his workout partner." He thought to himself, letting out a sigh and conforming to what the wolf's excuse was this time.

"Dont worry I'll make it up to you, me and the boys have poker night at my house tonight and I can't be late to my party." He exclaimed, making sure to throw Flint one of his classic puppy dog faces. There was no way he could deny him with a look like that. Scoffing at the expression, the kangaroo extended his paws and grabbed the key's from his manager. "I want tomorrow night off, and extra pay for this week Mr. Braxton."

Suddenly, a paw reached out and gently grabbed Flint's muzzle, caressing the side where his whiskers lay. With the lights on in the bar, the kangaroo's crimson red face was easily visible to the canine. His once tall ears, were brought hanging down when his boss leaned in towards his employee's ear. "How about I pay you back another way." He whispering, making sure to send a puff of air into the sensitive ear. This happened quite often during the time the year since Braxton was hired. The wolf was just as much a flirt as he was, sometimes even making Flint uncomfortable. Reluctantly, the two of them knew that there were incompatible since the gray kangaroo type leaned more towards the chubby side.

Fast as it happened, Braxton ended it after removing his paw from Flint's face and gave out a hearty laugh. "I'm just teasing, you have yourself a deal."

After recomposing himself, Flint shooed his manager away, not before wishing him luck in his games tonight. With the front door closing shut, the once rambunctious bar a few hours ago, had came to a still, with only the sound of a running dishwasher blaring in the background.

"Well, maybe if I work fast, I can still make it to the club for a few drinks and fun." It had been a few weeks since Flint last went out on the prowl. Work had kept him busy during the night time, and during the day he used that time to catch up on sleep and chores around the apartment. Hopefully tonight he'd at least be able to find a nice hook-up, possibly run into that bear from earlier. He had to admit, dirty and verbal foreplay was definitely his thing in bed, but there is a fine line between being aggressive or a plain old dick. Just thinking about that hefty bear, caused a stir in his lower region and Flint couldn't help himself to nudging his crotch a bit. The slim black dress pants he wore didn't make the strain in his sheath feel any better. After arching his back and stretching out his muscles, Flint unbuttoned the first two restraints of his white elegant shirt, along with loosening the suspenders a bit. "Let's get this shit done and over with." He exclaimed, rolling his sleeves up.

Time ticked on, an hour passing by within a flash, and he was nowhere near done. Flint leaned heavily against the dishwasher, the vibration providing a slight relief to his aching muscles. Turning his head slightly, Flint gazed out to the window, watching the water splash against the wooden deck below. The night was quiet even the waves were non-existent, just the reflection of the stars lighting the dark waters. Yet something had caught the bar-tenders attention, ripples now cascading the wet surface outside. Curious, Flint trotted over to the sealed double doors, unlocking his way outside, but a familiar sight evoked a rather cheeky smile.

"Oy Flint! It's been a while." Standing at the wheel of a rather large sailboat, Vlad stood with his beefy arms trying to maneuver the boat back to the dock. She definitely was a beauty, the boat that is. An eighteen wheeler would be put to shame with its massive size, it was a wonder how the gator continually operated the vehicle as a solo captain. Seemed like the night was finally turning around.

"I didn't know you were in town, why didn't you let me know before hand?" He asked, running down the ramp to the deck and approaching the behemoth of a boat. Up top, Vlad had already dropped the dingy rope ladder and within mere moments the emerald scaly had plopped onto the dock, attentively anchoring the vessel down.

"Sorry Flint, I honestly wasn't expecting to be out here till next week." He uttered, extending his claws to stroke the top of the kangaroo's head, causing Flint to lay his ear flat behind his head. "Got a bud who needed some help selecting a ship of his own tomorrow, and figured I'd come to town a night early."

The heat in his body sky rocketed to a fever pitch, a faint whine escaping his muzzle. It'd be a lie if Flint denied any sexual attraction towards the alligator. Vlad was at the top of the list when it came to men who fit his ideal type. The only problem being the he refused to ruin the great relationship he had with the gator. Sure, the two were no stranger to casual flirting, Flint even recalled a time that Vlad drunkenly copped a feel for the kangaroo's ass. He went to bed that night, with his paw soaked in cum, thinking about how the gator cock would feel wedged inside of him.

Looking up, Flint studied the chubby hunk's facial features. The marvelous jade scales shimmered in the starry glow of the night sky, equipped with a lengthy snout and some devilishly sharp chompers. The tanktop he wore did little to cover up Vlad's gut, revealing a yellow underbelly just waiting to be rubbed. He'd do anything to have that fat belly resting on the roo's arched back, hammering away at his tight hole.

"Not that I ain't glad to see you, aren't you supposed to be off by now?" Vlad said, retracting his claws from his friend.

"Doing my boss a favor by staying and closing up. That'll be the last time I help him out with that." he stated.

"Remember what I told you about letting people take advantage of you." Flint wasn't one to say no to a friend, he'd always wanted to be there for the ones that cared for him. Back in the day, there were times others used his kindness for their own selfishness, but eventually he reached a point when enough was enough.

"Don't you worry about that." Flint replied, secretly moving his thick tail to nuzzle against the alligators meaty whip. Vlad chuckled, bringing his open hand down hard against his belly, an audible slap resounding out.

"How long you got to finish?" the gator inquired.

"Bout half an hour."

"Want some company?"

Ecstatic, Flint grabbed the alligator's stocky hand and guided him inside. He already knew to whip up Vlad's usual order, finishing off the beverage with an icy round cube and handing it to him. "Thanx bud, nothing beat sitting back and chatting with friends."

The kangaroo leaned forward the opposite counter, using a wet cloth to wipe down that side of the bar. The position had given Vlad an ample view of the roo's plump ass, the tight pants hugged his cheeks leaving little to the imagination. A huge grin formed on the gator's face, his tongue gliding across his snout.

"Yea, you being here definitely made it all worth it." Flint smiled, turning back around to see Vlad leaning back in his chair, hands resting behind his head. Instantly, a peculiar scent began dancing across his muzzle, trying to break in. The musk from the gator's armpits berated his nose, causing a fuss in his sheath. A mixture of the salty ocean breeze and the gator's own masculine kind of smell, a low rumble echoed throughout the bar. Beads of sweat trickled down Vlad's chest, drenching the sweaty tank top and adding more fuel to the fire.

"You alright there bud, you started zoning out." Snapping back to reality, Flint apologized and noticed the gator had finished his drink already. Within a minute, he quickly replaced the beverage with another and resumed his cleaning duties.

The two friends chatted away, discussing the events that occurred since last they saw each other. Most of Vlad's time went towards managing his boat. He did manage to procure some time to kick back with some pal's and fish for a few hours. Flint on the other hand, had a more uneventful few weeks, between long shifts bar tending and keeping his saxophone skills from getting rusty, there wasn't much free time to hang out with his friends. During their chat, it became difficult for the kangaroo too resist the urge to adjust his now hardening cock. The gator's scent overpowered anything it came in contact with, there was no denying how badly Flint desperately wanted to rub his snout into Vlad's musky pits.

Arm's still help behind his head, biceps flexing with each laugh, Vlad had missed the opportunities where him and Flint could just catch up and chit chat. Finally, he noticed how badly he was sweating, taking a deep whiff from his pits and exhaling softly. "Sorry Flint, didn't realize I was stinking up the place." he apologized, lowering his arms back to a comfortable position.

A slight whimper could be heard from the bar tender, sounding more disappointing than nervous. "Oh really...didn't notice, but...I don't mind." Flint stuttered, stealing glances at him.

Clink!

The empty glass made contact with the wooden bar, followed by silence in the air. Vlad wrinkled his eye brow, keeping eye contact with his friend, and licked his chops. He knew what he was doing, but the gator was insistent on dragging it out.

"Don't mind eh..." that was all it took before the chubby gator reached underneath his tanktop and chucked the restraints off his chest. The white tank falling flat on Flint's snout, drowning the roo in the gator's musk. Without passing up this chance, he slowly inhaled the scent, allowing it to permeate his insides. At full mast and rubbing up against his briefs, Flint quickly stroked his cock a few times, completely forgetting about Vlad who was watching the entire thing, a smug grin forming on his snout.

The fabric finally fell to the floor, and Flint could now focus on the object of masculinity in front of him. He knew that Vlad wasnt one for working out, but maintaining a boat properly had its benefits. The scales across his yellow-belly chest glimmered in the faint light of the bar. Underneath the protruding belly, laid a considerable amount of muscle and his biceps were nothing to scoff at. "Seems like your enjoying the show?" he exclaimed, using his claws to lift up his rotund belly and letting if jiggle slightly.

"I never figured you for such a big tease." Flint replied, sliding over to counter top opposite the gator. He could almost taste the musk emanating from the beast.

Vlad swished the cap on his head, turning it around, and stood up from the bar stool. He leaned closer towards the counter and angled his snout up against Flint's ear. "If you want some, come and get it."

The whisper tickled him and for a moment his body didn't know how to react. Was this really happening? The questions started pounding against his head, telling him this wasn't supposed to happen. That's when Vlad extended his claws, gently grabbing Flint's muzzle and then it hit him. That alligator tongue invaded his mouth, allowing no chance for retaliation. There was no more denying the sexual tension between them. Vlad kissed Flint softly, wanting to ingrain the taste of him forever, gliding his tongue across Flint's. The kangaroo gave in, finally kissing him back as their tongues began dancing to the beat of their own drum.

That was the sign Vlad needed, before he wrapped his claw behind Flint's head, leaning in to the kiss. What felt like hours, were mere minutes, as the two took a moment to catch their breaths. "Wow, that was better than I..." he said, before the gator gripped the sides of his torso and lifted the roo over the counter top with ease. Now he sat in the lap of his shirtless friend, his thick bulge begging to be freed from his cage.

Flint and Vlad stared at each other, their eyes exhibiting lust and hunger. The two of them needed this more than anything. Vlad smirked, lifting his arm up and allowing the kangaroo entrance. Without a second thought, Flint buried his snout into the sweaty pits, using his tongue to clean the sweat trickling down. "Damn, how did it take this long for this to happen?" he questioned, using his free hand to unbuckle the suspenders attached to Flint.

He wanted to reply to Vlad, but the combination of sweat and gator musk was too powerful for him to stop. Flint could feel his cock rub up against the gator's gut, the friction between the fabric causing the kangaroo to moan ecstatically. Taking a brief moment to assist his friend undressing himself, Vlad had already grew impatient and tore the button-up with his claw. Pieces of the white shirt paraded down to the floor like confetti. "Sorry, I'll buy you a new one." he exclaimed.

Vlad laid eyes on his prize, the kangaroo's chiseled abs finally at the forefront. Running his claws down Flint's chest, he was genuinely surprised at how his friend managed to stay fit. Gliding his hand back up, the gator stopped at the roo's nipple, massaging it lightly. Flint's head leaned back, the sensation causing his cock to twitch with each complete circle. "Fuck." Vlad couldn't help himself but reach out and lick the beads of sweat falling from Flint's chest. " You definitely know how to please a man." Flint said, the heat from his body rising from the pleasure.

"Buddy, you haven't seen anything."

Reaching underneath Flint, the gator managed to get a good grip of his ass before lifting him up in the air. Surprised, the kangaroo wrapped his paws around Vlad's head, making sure to hold on tight. Once more, the two kissed each other like there was no tomorrow. The sexual aura between them flooded the bar, with plenty of moans permeating the air. Vlad's claws sunk into Flint's bottom, causing a yipp to escape his friend, as the gator made his way towards the exit. "Where exactly are we going?" he asked, before diving back into a make-out session.

The immediate change in humidity didn't bother them, as Vlad carried his buddy out towards the boat and up the ladder. There was urgency in each step the gator took, and Flint could feel the pressure in Vlad's pants rising. The fun and games were over with, this is where the real business starts.

Now atop on deck, there was nothing holding them back. Vlad took a seat in the captain's chair, running his hand the small of the kangaroo's back. Nuzzling Flint's neck sent shivers down his spine, earning the gator a soft moan. In response, Flint reached down between the two of them and felt the gator's crotch up, a little surprised to feel the monster in his grasp. The way it felt in his paws, he could tell Vlad was more than a little pent up. How long had it been since his friend got his rocks off, the question piqued his interest. Vlad's dick continued to twitch at every touch of friction between the two sweaty bodies, the gator now nibbling Flint's neck in return.

"Flint....we keep this up and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself."

Hearing this, the kangaroo perked up and with a smug grin, he suddenly slid backwards off the thick gator thighs and tenderly landed knees first onto the stern of the deck. Finally face to face with the treasure he had been looking for, Flint couldn't believe the tent in the gators jeans. Like a beast in a cage, just waiting to be set free.

"Here, let me help ya." the gator murmured as he quickly rose and in one fell swoop his cock had been freed. The green giant plopped out into the open sea breeze, pulsating lightly with beads of pre-cum rolling down. Flint had been with bigger guys before, but the girth was a sight to behold, about as thick as a soda can. Underneath held two formidable sized balls, yet the texture was something he wasn't accustomed to.

Curious, he reached out with his tongue, craving to see what Vlad really tasted like. The musk, even more potent than before, became intoxicating in a way that Flint wanted to be drenched in the gator's smell. The kangaroo's tongue bathed the nuts he was worshiping, rolling the balls around his tongue feeling the weight of cum inside. Flint felt the pre-cum start soaking his head, and the moans from the gator was a sign that he was ready for the next step.

Releasing the balls from the confinements of his maw, Flint leaned back and aimed his head for tip of the gator's cock. Vlad gazed down over his gut and watched as his friend's head disappeared further down his dick. He rewarded the roo by using his free hand to ruffle the top Flint's head.

Only able to get halfway down, Flint slid his tongue up and around the massive beast, earning him a rumble from the gator. Doing his best to hold back his gag reflex, the kangaroo pushed his muzzle forward, accepting a few more inches down his throat.

Vlad was in pure bliss, it'd been too long since he had such a willing maw to go down on him. Flint had bragged a few times about his past sexual experiences, but the gator never imagined how great it would feel. "You weren't kidding about knowing how to please a man."

All Flint could do was let out a gentle hum, vibrating his maw around the thick cock, receiving a generous amount of salty pre-cum. Savoring the taste as it ran down his throat, Flint finally forced the last two inches inside of him. A needy moan could be heard in the crispy night-time air, Vlad glided his claws across his protruding gut, astonished that his friend was able to take all of him.

"Fuck Flint...gonna have you smelling like a gator daddy all week if you keep that up." The kangaroo couldn't deny the fact that he'd love to stay in this position the rest of the night. Soaking his face in sweaty gator musk, that way any strangers would already know who he'd belong to.

Pulling back for a second, Flint gathered himself, taking a deep breath and looking up to see Vlad with a sly grin on his face. "I'm loving the view from down here." he exclaimed.

The gator chuckled, running his claws across the roo's head. "Can't be as good as the view from up top."

That really got Flint going, the only thing on his mind now pleasing the pent-up gator. Another deep breath, and the kangaroo swallowed all six thick inches of gator dick. Setting up a slow rhythm, Flint started bobbing his head up and down.

Vlad rested his hand on top of his friends head, and with a little force, began humping to the willing maw. The slight pain of his dick hitting the back of his throat was non-existent, thanks to the sweaty gator musk acting as a numbing agent. Nothing else mattered to him. The sound of sloppy wet balls slapping against the kangaroo's chin was music to the green giant's ears.

"Such a good boy!" he said, grabbing a hold of Flint's head with both claws. "Damn, I really need this Flint." The gentle beast transformed into a horny monster, the only thing he cared for now was dumping his seed into the sexy roo.

The humping intensified, and Flint was worried if he had bit off more then he could chew. His lungs were telling him he needed air, but his friend need him more. Thanks to the hypnotizing stench, Flint's body started going numb. The only thing keeping him upright was Vlad's claws, holding him still as he continued to face-fuck his friend. Back and forth, the beefy cock slid in-and-out of the kangaroo's maw, with the dick pulsating more by the second. "I...I'm almost there pup, hold on."

Flint waited patiently while the gator abused his maw like a cock-sleeve, and with one final push the kangaroo was rewarded the seed he desperately desired. "That's it Flint, take it all!" he roared.

Pump after pump of cum gushed down his throat, and since Vlad was too busy holding him down, there wasn't anything he could besides swallow as much as he could. Half a minute had passed before the grip on Flint' head was let up, gasping for air when he was free from his crutches.

Vlad immediately reached down pulled his friend up from the deck floor, stroking the soft fuzz on his chest. "Sorry about that, guess I lost control for a second." The gator moved his mouth closer to Flint and ran his tongue over the kangaroo's chin, licking up the cum left behind.

Taking one more breath, Flint responded teasingly. "You forget Vlad, I'm the bad boy here."

The glow of the aftermath had worn the two friends out. Vlad wrapped his arms around Flint and held him in his lap. Tired, sweaty and naked, the two of them looked up into the night sky and leaned back enjoying some much needed peace and quiet. There was no telling where what transpired would take them, but for the moment all they wanted was each other's company.