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You stretch lazily in the bed beneath the large wool blanket. It's warm, soft, and comfortable but you notice something is off. You sit up and notice Glen is no longer in bed next to you. You don't hear the shower running so you brave the cool morning air and search for the Croc.

The last two days with him have been exciting and romantic. After he took you by the pool his confidence seemed to have skyrocketed. He would playfully grab your rear, carry you around the house, or just tear your clothes off and fuck you on the spot.

Between those hot and steamy fuck sessions, however, he was the picture of a gentleman. You smile thinking about how he always takes such care to help you get cleaned and comfortable, that he always makes sure you cum, usually first. He's a dominant, but considerate, lover.

A familiar and delicious scent brings your thoughts away from romantic memories toward your rumbling stomach. You almost skip down the stairs to find Glen standing in nothing more than boxers cooking breakfast.

"Mornin' sleepy head." He says. "Was I too rough last night? You were out like a light!"

You grab a cup of coffee and sit at the table. "No more than usual."

"You got five minutes before breakfast, then..." You can tell he's frowning, "Then I'll take ya home."

"Okay. That sounds fine." You stare at the floor.

Over the weekend you and Glen had done a lot of fucking, sometimes two or three times in a single day, but you've come to enjoy the Crocs company. He has always treated you respectfully, he's a great chef, and he makes good conversation.

He sets a plate in front of you. It's a simple, but satisfying, breakfast: bacon, toast with jam, and a two-egg cheese omelet. It's what he's served you every morning here, the only thing that changes is the proteins. Most mornings he gives you a thick, juicy sausage before you're even down the steps.

You slowly poke at the food, and as you become more awake and alert you start to dread the end of the meal. Glen notices and after some time considering what he wants to say he speaks up.

"What time do you need to be back, for work or school or... uhm..." He says.

You force a smile. "Just before 1 pm should be fine. I just need to change."

"Cool, cool..." Glen taps his foot, you've noticed he and Quin share a lot of the same nervous ticks. "Next weekend my buddies are comin' up, uh, for a barbecue and we're doin' a project in the garage."

"Yeah? Sounds fun, what are you working on?" You ask.

"This n' that...I was wondering though, uhm..." The confidence he had built over the last couple of days with you has vanished. He seems more nervous than you've ever seen before. He can hardly string two words together!

"Glen, are you alright?" You reach across the table and place a hand on his arm.

He jolts at your touch. "Great! I'm great." Glen sighs deeply and grabs your hand. "I just wanted to ask if, uhm..." He looks up at the ceiling. "You wanna come over next weekend too? You don't gotta, and my buddies will behave, I'll kick their asses if-"

"I would love to." You interrupt, saving the poor man from himself. "I'm pretty free most weekends, so just ask anytime."

Glen's mouth hangs open and he just stares at you. His eyes are wide and you think he might even be afraid. He looks around the room, then back to you as he leans in close. "You're not foolin'? Not messin' with me?"

"What?! No! That would be horrible!" You're almost offended he'd even suggest that, but you can tell he's painfully nervous. It's a little bit cute, even.

"Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean it like that!" He says. "Just most guys like you uh, I don't wanna sound bitter or anythin', but uh..." He frowns. "Last time I met a pretty young thing like you he asked me for money and drinks and drugs n' stuff. You know?"

That was easy to believe. You've met lots of younger guys in college and at work who stayed with older men for financial benefits. It almost makes you angry that someone would take advantage of this wonderful man!

"Well, Glen, last time I met a guy your age he called me a cunt because I wouldn't suck his dick in the bathroom**." That was an interesting experience.

Glen glares. "He live in town?"

"Aw, Glen, it's kind of sweet you look like you wanna kill this guy." Quin occasionally acted protective of you like this as well, seems it's a family trait. "I dunno, I never saw him again."

"Nobody gets to talk to my boy like that, got it?" He nods at you.

"Hmm, what do you mean 'Your Boy'." You wink.

He lets go of your hands and looks away. "Nothin'! Nothin' at all just wakin' up, I uh-"

"I like being your boy, Glen." You interrupt.

You're surprised by how fast he moves. In a blink of an eye, he's got you in his arms and carries you around the room nearly jumping for joy. You just laugh and enjoy the attention as he showers you with gentle kisses and a few playful squeezes of your rear.

He gently sets you down and kisses your forehead. "So..."

"So?" You ask.

"Wanna suck my dick in the bathroom?" He winks.

You pretend to be upset, crossing your arms and turning away. "Glen!" You shake your head. "I mean, obviously yeah I would love to."

He cheers and lifts you again and carries you into the bathroom. He wastes no time once you arrive, he sets you on the floor and brings his crotch to your face. He grinds his quickly hardening bulge into you, loves this part. He definitely hasn't showered this morning as his musk is particularly strong.

You can't get enough of how his balls smell. So potent, virile, and full of cum that he's eager to cover you in. His bulge quickly grows to full size above you and Glen pulls his boxers down revealing his cock.

"Suck me." He points his cock at your lips.

You kiss the already-leaking head and barely manage to get the tip inside your mouth. Glen doesn't tolerate your teasing for long as he shoves several more inches in. He's gotten much bolder about taking what he wants.

You lose sight of his toothy and menacing grin as more of his cock enters your throat and his belly and pecs obscure your view of his face. Is he going to try to fit all of it this time? It seems that way as you feel your throat stretch to accommodate his length.

Anytime you gag he pulls back slightly or stops his thrusting to let you catch your breath. You feel his heavy balls resting on your neck while his cock fills you. He picks up his thrusting again, giving you a few precious seconds to catch your breath between each one.

"Fuck you're gonna get so good at this." He says in his low-rumbling voice. "Next weekend boy you're gonna suck so much fuckin' cock."

You moan at the thought. He'd shown you a picture of his friend, Frank, and the man was nearly as big as Glen. A chubby and broad-framed grizzly bear who, apparently, had the same interests as Glen.

"Can't wait to see you suckin' a big fat cock while I fuck you." One of his hands finds your cheek and he gently pats you. "Good boy."

You're rock-hard just thinking about it. Used by those two men, used for their pleasure. Any pleasure you get usually comes from being fucked, anyways. It gets you off to service men like Glen.

Glen pulls his cock from your throat and gently slaps your face with it before bringing his balls to your mouth.

He doesn't have to tell you what to do, you just do it. You take a deep breath and begin to lick the sweaty orbs, enjoying the slightly salty taste of them.

He lets you worship his sack for a while before moving forward again and bringing your face to his crack. He pulls his cheeks apart just enough before lowering himself onto you, completely burying you in his meaty ass.

He grinds his hole into your face and you can feel him stroking himself as you eagerly rim him. He casually applies more and more weight until you're totally crushed beneath his massive ass. His scent is strong and intoxicating, you try to stroke yourself but he grabs your arms.

"I got somethin' else in mind for you, bein' my boy n' all." He stands above you, giving you an incredible view of his balls, ass, and cock.

"You're so fucking hot." You say.

He just smiles as he sits on the floor next to you and lifts his own legs in the air. Your cock throbs at the view. You've never seen him in a position like this, almost submissive. His hole is exposed and facing you while he gently strokes his cock with one hand, his large balls bouncing as he does. You carefully position yourself above his tail and line your cock with his hole.

"Fuck your daddy, boy." His eyes are full of lust.

You don't dare disobey, but you worry you won't be enough for him. Thankfully the size difference means you won't need any lubricant. You're proven right as your cock easily slips inside.

Miraculously you don't cum as the surprisingly tight and warm hole swallows your cock. The crocodile's member throbs, large enough that even fucking him the tip is in your face. You start to lick and suck it while you thrust into him.

Glen purrs with every lick, your hands play with his balls while you fuck him. "Betchya' didn't think you'd get to fuck me, huh boy?" He asks, clearly pleased with himself.

You just shake your head and keep fucking. Glen lays back and relaxes, you wonder if he's been fucked before or if his size just makes it easy for him to take you. Fuck. Your mind wanders, has he fucked Frank? Been fucked by Frank? You bite your lip and grind your hips into your Crocs ass.

"Feels good... Yeah, you like fuckin' me." He laughs. "You're gonna like my buddies." He pinches his own nipple. "Big fat cocks for you to suck, I might even let em' fuck you."

"You're so hot." You whisper, his words bring you close. Just imagining more men like him using you however they please.

He seems to catch onto how your dick gets harder whenever he talks. "I gotta show you a picture of my buddy Aric. Big bull, fuckin' massive cock on him." He smiles at you. "Wanna hear your daddy's secret?"

You nod as you slobber on his cock and give his balls a squeeze.

"Sometimes me and my buddies, we fuck each other." He hisses.

"Holy shit..." You start to thrust faster imagining all these big men fucking each other. How they'd use your mouth and spit to slick them up. "Yo-you do?"

"Mhm. Whenever we can't find a cute boy like you to share." He starts to stroke himself more quickly. "Even when we do Arics too big for most boys..." Glen's purrs get more intense. "You'll see how we take care of that next time baby..."

Your mind is flooded with all kinds of images. Glen fucking you while being fucked. Fuck! You and another man slobbering all over your Crocs dick, rimming him to get him ready for that huge bull-cock. Sucking that cock before watching it plunge into your man's fat ass, how his ass must jiggle and bounce while getting fucked by someone his size.

How even though he likes to get fucked you know he owns you anyways. You just know it's different when men like him take cock, how he takes it because he demands it. Not like you, you take it because you know you're his bitch and that's what you're supposed to do.

Suddenly Glen starts to thrust upwards and you feel his balls tighten. He's going to cum, you thrust deeper, the inside of his ass squeezing tighter than you thought it could. As Glen's moans become louder and more intense he starts to shoot.

You take the head in your mouth and swallow as much of the bittersweet liquid as you can, the taste and smell sending you into your own orgasm. You shove yourself as deep into him as you can while you shoot, shivering every time his hole quivers from his own climax.

You fall on top of him, breathless. "Holy shit..." is all you can say.

"You're fuckin' adorable." He says before pulling you up and resting your head on his chest.

You two stay like that for a little while before hurriedly showering, your morning fun having cut your time down. Glen helps you pack what little you have left and has you show him where you bought your swim trunks so he can get a replacement before you leave in his truck.

You make casual conversation throughout the drive, and you can't help but notice that Glen is driving a little bit under the speed limit. You have time so you don't say anything about it, and it's adorable.

Finally, he pulls up outside your apartment and drums his fingers along the steering wheel. "About next weekend..."

"It's a date." You say, already counting down the days.

** Authors note: A man actually DID call me a cunt in a bar when I told him I wouldn't suck his dick in the bathroom.