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Glen showers with you and gently helps clean you up, lovingly kissing and touching every part of you as he heaps piles of praise and affection upon you. You've never felt sexier, more wanted than you do with him.

He nuzzles your neck. "I love how soft you feel." He pecks your cheek. "Your eyes...Mmmm..." He growls into you.

You can't help but laugh, if you were at a bar and a man laid it on this thick you might have to throw your drink in his face. But for some reason with Glen, the towering 10ft man currently rubbing a soapy sponge up and down your back, it feels different. Real.

"How are you still single again?" You ask playfully.

"I just have a hard time knowin' if a guys into me or not." He says. "I'm a big, scary man and I don't want to freak anyone out or hurt em', y'know?"

"Don't you use the apps?" It's pretty easy to tell if someone is into you on those.

"Not anymore, and I prefer more organic ways of meetin'."

"Like your son showing you his roommate's ass?"

"Yeah! I'm old-fashioned." He lifts you to bring you in for a kiss, holding you there as long as he wants. Asserting his dominance, but his tenderness lets you know you're safe with him. He releases you and turns off the shower. "I'll get dinner ready, come on."

You stop for a moment to admire the way his broad back looks shiny and wet, how his tail sways lazily, and of course how his large rear seems to bounce ever-so-slightly with every single step.

Once you're dressed the two of you head downstairs and out to the patio by the pool. For the rest of the evening, Glen is the perfect gentleman. Never asking you to do anything, making sure you've always got a drink when you need it.

After a relaxed dinner by the pool and with the sun almost entirely set you sit quietly with Glen trying to decide what to do next, you're not exactly tired. You admire a clear view of the stars and listen carefully to the sounds of wildlife nearby and in the distance.

"I think I'm gonna get another beer." You scoot away from the massive croc and hop off the couch.

"There's a fresh six-pack in the fridge, just bring it out bud," Glen suggests.

You nod and head inside. This house was definitely built for people much larger than you, in the city they found some average size for most buildings and residences that worked out but here you could only barely see over the counter.

Fortunately, Glen had pointed out where a stepstool was in the kitchen for you. It was a little bit embarrassing, but it was also considerate of him to get it out for you. Grabbing the six pack you return to the patio but pause when you hear Glen talking to someone.

"He's cute as hell, Frank. Eager too." He chuckles and lowers his voice to a whisper. "He couldn't get enough, man."

You stand just out of sight, listening intently. Who's Frank?

"Well if I show him a good time maybe he'll come back. Yeah. What?" Glen sounds defensive. "Frank! Shit man, you better not say anythin' like that around him, alright?" He sighs. "If he were into it, yeah, maybe I would share but that's up to him, not me." He growls. "Do not bring this up to him if you ever meet him. I'll kick your fat ass!"

Oh my God. Your face heats up and your heartbeat starts to rise. What does Frank look like? Is he huge like Glen? You bite your lip and briefly lose yourself in the fantasy. Two powerful, dominant men making you their toy, their bitch. It'd be a lie to say you haven't fantasized about that kind of thing before, but you didn't expect Glen to be one to share.

Then again, you didn't expect Glen to be so nervous when you were out of the bedroom either.

"Hey, I brought the beer!!" You loudly announce.

"Oh, hey Frank, gotta go. We'll talk later." Glen sets his phone on the table and smiles. "You get lost, buddy?"

"Nope! Just uh, admiring the decor." You sit next to Glen.

Glen gives you a worried look. You place a hand on his large thigh and smile up at him to reassure him while you mutter something about the alcohol hitting you faster than you thought. It doesn't seem like he's buying it, but he doesn't press.

You poke at the little bit of dinner left and empty another beer. He cleans up the leftovers and spends some time cleaning up the kitchen and grill, insisting you relax on the couch. You find it increasingly difficult not to think about a three-way. Maybe you should just tell Glen you heard him?

Once Glen returns he pulls you into his lap. "Are you okay? You seem a bit flustered."

"Soooo..." You say. Glen only grunts in acknowledgement so you continue. "I may have, uh, overheard what you were talking about... On the phone."

"Aw shit, buddy, I'm sorry." Glen pulls you close. "I'd never ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no it's fine I just mean the part um... If I wanted to..."

"Oh. OH!" He squeezes you. "Are you sure? I think it'd be hot but, that's a lot of man for a little guy like you."

"I mean, I know I've only known you for a day but you haven't given me any reason to be scared." You adjust yourself to look up at the croc. "I feel like I'd be safe with you, anyways."

"Damn right buddy." He beams, proud of his ability to protect you, to make you feel safe.

"How would we, I mean how do I... ask?" You don't even know what the guy looks like! Is he another hot, burly, masculine mountain man?

"You let me worry about that bud." Glen winks. "This weekend, though, I want you all to myself."

You lean into the croc. "How about a swim?"

"Oooh, you wanna get in the water with the big, scary, crocodile?" He asks.

"Hah! You're not scary at all. Couldn't scare me if you tried." He's a big cuddly man, you know this by now.

There's a shift in his demeanor, and your heart skips a beat when you make eye contact. "Think so?" He begins to purr, like earlier when he was shoving your face in his bulge.

"No-nope!" You remain firm.

He just stares at you for a minute. "You're right," He says, "Why don't you go shower up and meet me back down here for a swim?"

"Sure. Be back in a minute." Now is the perfect time to reveal your sexy new trunks!

After a relatively quick rinse, you scroll through your phone and see a dozen messages from Quin asking if you've fucked yet, you send a string of cryptic emojis in response. You ponder the potential three-way and wonder if it'd be better just to stick with Glen for now.

Heteronormative things like monogamy aren't really going to hold you back, but today how Glen has treated you makes you wonder if there's a potential relationship there and if group sex would just make you look like a sex-hungry young person.

Well, you are, but still you want Glen to like you.

"Hey bud, I'm runnin' to the shed out back if you wanna get in the pool I'll see ya there!" Glen shouts from down the hall. "Remember: no clothes in the pool!"

"Okay!" You check how long it's been since you ate, almost a full hour, that's probably fine. You rummage through your bags and find your new trunks. You run your fingers over the smooth synthetic fabric. They're in your color and you like them because of how they show off your... assets. Glen said no clothes in the pool, but what's the worst he'd do? Probably nothing.

"Fuck rules woo-hoo!" You, a rogue, whisper to the big empty room as you (like a rogue) put your nice swim trunks on before sauntering down to the pool, eager to relax in the water.