Swamp Gaytors
Moral of the story is don't litter.
I love New Orleans and her swamps, but I was also inspired and given permission by the talented @Serex_the_dragon to use this photo for reference (i just shifted the clean concrete pool...to a dirty swamp):https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49769117/
Cheers!
Swamp Gaytors
By Grumb
Ryan and Mason talked for literal years about traveling south to New Orleans, though it seemed that something out of their control always kept them from coming down. A global pandemic, family emergencies, a literal hurricane. Their flights were somehow always getting canceled.
In the dead of August, the hottest month for the city, the two boys finally found themselves in the Crescent City. Excitingly exiting the New Orleans airport, Ryan and Mason, already tipsy from drinking on the plane, experienced southern heat for the first time.
"Jesus christ it's boiling!" Ryan obnoxiously yelled.
"God it's even hard to breathe. I feel like I'm walking through a sauna," Mason responded as he flapped his shirt for desperate air.
The two boys squirmed in the heat, anxiously waiting for an Uber to arrive. The airport's concrete surroundings barely providing any relief from boiling temperatures, Ryan and Mason quickly worked up a sweat just standing in the sun.
"I'm sure by tonight it won't be as hot, but man do I regret agreeing to a swamp tour tomorrow." Ryan barely spoke, the heat drying the back of his throat.
Luckily before they were completely drenched, their uber pulled forward, both boys quickly jumping in enjoying the blasting air conditioning.
As soon as Ryan and Mason were dropped off, it wasn't long until the two friends were already walking to the French Quarter, new drinks in hands. Although a daze, the rest of the night was full of debauchery for the boys. Getting kicked out of bars for being too drunk, getting kicked out of a strip club for being too grabby with women. The two remained on the infamous Bourbon Street late into the early morning, increasingly becoming nuisances to the surrounding public. Somehow though, Ryan and Mason managed to stumble back to their rental on the first night without major issues.
By the time the hungover boys woke up the next day, it was early in the afternoon. Ryan's eyes, slowly opening, soon noticed the already lowering sun in the window and quickly scrambled to find his phone and check the time.
"Fuckkk! Mason wake up! We're gonna miss the stupid swamp tour!" Ryan shouted across the hall, panicking as he threw on some gym shorts and a t-shirt.
"Bruhhhhhhhhh. Why don't we just skip it? My head is pounding." Mason barely spoke, rolling back into bed, throwing a pillow onto his head.
"My Dad paid for the tickets, man. They cost like $150 each! He'll kill me if we skip out. Come on, get your ass up! Take a tylenol! Be a man! We're gonna miss the bus!"
Mason, removing the pillow from his face with a large sigh, slowly rolled out of bed. Throwing on the same sweaty underwear from last night, putting on another pair of khaki shorts and a stained black shirt. Ryan ran around the apartment grabbing his things, running back to Ryan's room to quickly tug him out the house."
"We got ten minutes to make the bus man lets gooooo!" Ryan yelled as he pulled at Mason.
"Ok ok I get it. I'm coming! Just one second." Ryan uttering as he yanked his shirt away from Ryan, lazily jogging in the opposite direction to the kitchen's refrigerator.
"I'm NOT doing this shit hungover!" he yelled across the house grabbing a handful of seltzers and slamming the refrigerator door closed. Stumbling back to the front, he awkwardly carried the drinks out the door to Ryan.
The two boys, both chugging seltzers to keep their pounding headaches at bay, ran to the bus stop, working up a quick sweat in the humidity. Panting, bent over, hands on knees, the pair managed to barely make it to the boarding bus. Although Mason forgot his phone at the house and Ryan literally left without wearing any underwear, they both breathed a sigh of relief as they sat together towards the back of the bus.
"Bro, you stink." Ryan, still breathing heavily, said to Mason.
"You don't smell great either my dude."
"That's probably because I forgot to put on underwear, man." Ryan almost laughingly announced to the other passengers.
They continued sneaking sips of their seltzers, increasingly inebriated as the bus began moving. The two just hoped their swamp tour wouldn't last long and they could make their way back to Bourbon Street, maybe even another strip club if they were lucky. As the bus left downtown, driving onto the highway and heading south towards the swamps, neither of the young men knew this was the last time either of them would be in the city of New Orleans, or any city.
Their hopes of returning soon were quickly squashed when they arrived and found out Ryan's dad bought a walking and boating tour for the hungover boys. For one hour, a required self guided tour would lead the boys on a marked trail throughout the swamp, focusing on environment preservation and appreciating wildlife. The final two hours they'd be on an airboat with other groups.
"Man, I thought we were just gonna relax on a boat the whole time, maybe see some alligators. Why the whole educational tour?" an irritated Mason asked.
"I think my Dad got the wrong tickets. I don't know man. I think it's a baby-tour anyway, we can probably speed through it and chill back here until the boat arrives."
Grabbing their self-guided maps from the tour kiosk, both noticed just how humid it was. The air hung thick against their bodies, their shirts sticking to their chest and back as hot moisture relentlessly tugged at the drunk pair. Ryan, a little more free in his underwear-free gymshorts, was just as covered with sweat even before they stepped onto the raised trail. As the two left behind the tourist area, they soon were surrounded by the bayou on all sides, not a person in sight.
Had either of the boys been sober, they actually might have appreciated their surroundings. Large Cypress trees coated with Spanish moss sat throughout the blackish waters. Lily pad-like plants floating on the surface with small anoles and frogs using their tops to maneuver about. Great blue herons perched on top of dead branches, looking for large fish to eat. A large creature submerged by the swamp waters, staring its two piercing-yellow eyes at the boys. The only thing Ryan and Mason noticed though was the Louisiana sun shining down on them.
"Wearing a black shirt was a fucking mistake." Mason whined as he swatted away mosquitos buzzing around his burning face.
"Yea i don't know how you're even alive at the moment." Ryan said looking down at his tour book. According to the map inside, the raised wooden platform was a large circle around a small portion of the bayou. Along its sides, numbered signs gave information on the surrounding environment and showed the visitor's current location. Of the 20 signs, Ryan and Mason were only at number three.
Looking ahead, Ryan noticed that just off the main platform, a naturally raised trail above the water and mud cut to the left deep into the swamp, large trees with dark shadows lining it on either side. Looking back at the map again, sweat dripping from his forehead, Ryan thinks he found a shortcut.
"I bet if we cut through here, it should bring us right to the other side of the circled path. We can cut the tour in like half." Ryan turned and said to his lagging behind friend.
"The guy at the tour kiosk specifically said to not leave the path man. I don't wanna get my shoes soaked either. Let's just keep going, I'm fine" Mason said, still swatting at bugs.
"Dude, you're getting more burnt by the second. Who knows how long we gotta go. We've only been walking for like fifteen minutes. This tour is an hour long!" Ryan responded, still facing Mason.
"Are you sure that trail cuts across?"
"Yea man, look at the map, we'll be back in no time!"
"Fine bro. Just get me the hell outta here. I got some insane swamp ass."
"You and me both dude." Ryan said, stepping off the platform onto the path leading each other away from the marked trail.
As the platform slowly disappeared from sight and the two boys were consumed by new surroundings, following behind them ever so slowly was the same yellow-eyed creature from before.
"Keep up Mason! The trail should be right up here!" Ryan yelled back to his struggling friend.
While Ryan was easily trudging through the swamp, Mason was lagging behind. Feet constantly misstepping, plopping into deep mud, coating his shoes and socks with a stinky sludge. It didn't help that he continued drinking seltzers he'd sneaked on the tour, stopping on the path to down a can, throwing it into the water whenever he finished one.
"I'm fucking coming! Slow down bro!" Mason exasperatedly screamed back. He did not sign up for this. The heat, the bugs, this disgusting swamp. He hated it all. As Mason looked forward, hands covering his eyes from the setting sun, he could no longer see Ryan on the raised path in front of him.
"God dammit Ryan slow down! I can't keep up!" he yelled, almost in pathetic tears.
Trying to run towards where he last saw Ryan, a submerged branch caught against one of his shoes, tripping his whole body into the mud. On all fours, sweaty, drunk and now even more muddy.
Imma fucking get Ryan when I see him again. Dude owes me drinks for the rest of the trip, Mason angrily thought to himself.
Slowly standing back up, trying to wipe away the excess mud on his hands and knees, large wet sounds emitted behind him as something emerged from the water. Anger shifting to fear, Mason slowly turned around to see a massive beast standing on its two legs, easily seven feet tall, towering over Mason. In its clawed hand, one of Mason's crushed seltzer cans.
"Drop something?"
Mason screamed in horror, quickly falling back into the mud, this time butt down. Without even questioning this humanoid thing or the fact it just talked, Mason, in a complete panic, scrambled backwards before turning and running in the opposite direction. No longer on a raised muddy mound anymore, turbid water sloshed around Mason's knees as he desperately sought to escape that monster. Looking for the raised platform Ryan and him were previously on, Mason didn't even realize the creature had already caught up with him. Grabbing Mason by the ankle, the beast quickly turned around, dragging Mason through the water and deeper into the swamp with ease.
Mason desperately struggled, writhing about, trying to dig his fingers into the slick bottom of the swamp to form any resistance against the clawed hand. Every time Mason grabbed a branch or divot in the ground though, the creature violently pulled its arm forward releasing Mason's weak grip. Eventually the two emerged on a rather dry grassy knoll of the swamp, raised from the muddy water, the little hill sat far away from the wooden trail or where Ryan used to be.
Thrown onto the grass face down, Mason was exhausted. He was almost completely covered in grime and mud. Twigs poking out of his hair. Clothes were soaked. Shoes and socks squishy with swamp water. Small scrapes lined his body. Panting heavily, Mason looked up to his captor into piercing yellow eyes which stared directly at him.
Mason, no energy to run, stared at what could only be described as some standing alligator. Nothing demanded more attention though than the monster's cock that hung just in front of Mason, literally painting his face in shadow. The thing was easily a foot long and swollen with thick skin colored a sickly green. A fat ring of flesh at its pointed tip was just inches away. The shaft, surrounded by an ever-present stench of swamp and masculinity, made Mason blush and cough with disgust and embarrassment. A booming voice from the broad, rounded snout shook Mason to his core, the beast's mammoth balls swinging back and forth as it spoke.
"In all my many years, I have never met a soul so inconsiderate and blinded to its surroundings." The alligator uttered, raising the crushed seltzer can again.
"Do you think it is acceptable to destroy my home with your filthy human trash!?"
Mason could not even comprehend what was happening. An hour ago he was drunk on a bus with his friend. Now he was drunk, deep in a swamp and talking with a gigantic alligator about littering.
"Uhhhh n...no. No I don't think it's acceptable Mr. Alligator sir." Mason weakly replied.
"Then why do you do it human?!" The alligator quickly shouted back, throwing the trash at Mason.
"I'm s..sorry! It won't happen again. Please just let me go." Mason barely squeaked out, shielding himself from the can.
The alligator continued to stare at the human, its glowing eyes inspecting every inch of the boy top to bottom.
"You will learn to appreciate this swamp," the alligator rumbled before leaning forward, grabbing Mason on the sides with both claws and raising him off the grass onto his human feet.
"I promise to never litter again," Mason barely let out of his mouth, struggling to stand before the monster.
Off the ground and no longer blocked by the impossibly large cock, Mason was given full view of the beast before him.
Standing almost two feet taller than him, the alligator was absolutely massive. Dark green scales caked its muscled body and light green flesh covered its tight abs, pudgy throat and the underneath of its giant maw. Scars from past battles cut into the head and snout of the creature, lining marks along the monster's thick flesh and armor. Dangerously large white teeth pointed out the very same maw, hot breath pouring out its mouth onto Mason below.
Two beefy shoulders stretched out from the alligators' still wet pecs, supporting long muscled limbs ending in hands with daggers for claws. A spiky osteoderm ran along the alligator's prolonged spine and down to the beast's plump ass, where scales pushed outwards into a dangerously large tail, almost the size of Mason alone. The beast's frame, supported by two bipedal legs accommodating powerful muscles, helped the creature both walk on land and plunge quickly through its swampy waters.
Mason is in awe of this prehistoric creature. Unable to comprehend the alligator's existence despite it standing right in front of him. His feeble mind in a stupor, without warning, the creature grabs Mason again, spinning him around to face the water.
"You need to appreciate the swamp and every living thing in it. Including myself," the alligator utters into Mason's ear, leaning its large pointed hips and broad chest into the struggling human.
"Fucking let go of me. Ryan? Someone? Anyone help me!" Mason screamed as he weakly pushed against the beast restraining him.
"My my, a fierce one you are. I can tell you are scared, human. Do not be afraid. You will learn to enjoy this."
In a single slash, a clawed hand rips off both of Mason's mud soaked shirt and pants, leaving him pathetically standing in just his wet shoes and underwear.
Continuing to scream and struggle, absolutely desperate for freedom, Mason felt the alligator's shaft rubbing against his exposed body. Because of their height difference though, instead of a fleshy human ass being prodded, the monsterish cock grossly grinded and slid across the back of Mason.
Mason screamed with fear. Unable to escape due to the large-scaled arm locked around his upper chest, keeping him in place. As Images of what this thing was going to do to him filled his mind, Mason began hyperventilating.
"That's quite enough small human." The alligator sighed.
Bringing a free hand between himself and Mason's back, the beast cupped at its monsterish-swinging balls, fondling and rubbing on them, picking up their scent before moving to rub his palm against the stinky cum that painted the back of Mason. A hand now coated in a slick shine of pre and swampy sweat, moved back around, bringing it over Mason's breathing mouth and nostrils.
Mason's eyes tearfully swelled open, overwhelmed with a stench of the horrible beast behind him. Muffled yells tried for help, though through the screams came deeper breaths of the odor, swarming into his head and poking at his brain. Thick cum that lined his back was disgustingly wiped across Mason's face as the beast continued holding his hand in place like a mask. Mason tried squirming in the alligator's hold, moving his head away but the large hand always followed. Unable to escape the smell, his panicked movements began to slow, wide eyes drooping little by little as fear and horror turned into warmth and pleasure.
"That's it. Relax and smell."
While Mason's mind and body were violated, his friend was nowhere to be found. Ryan made the mistake of assuming Mason kept up with him when they went on their shortcut. It wasn't until a horrifying scream pierced through the swamp that he realized how far apart they'd become. Though he tried running towards the screams, Ryan's return was quickly cut short when something tripped him in the water. Head slamming against a submerged rock, Mason was knocked completely unconscious. There would be no friend to save Mason. He was all alone for now.
Mason no longer questioned where Ryan was though. The clawed hand forcing heavy air into his nostrils and mouth, Mason's mind was pulled towards not worrying about his friend, but appreciating the scent and the thing behind him. Clinging to his nose as he breathed deeper and deeper, inhaling all the spice he could.
Mason didn't even notice that he was no longer held in place against the beast. If he wanted, he could run again. Instead, Mason absently pushed his back into the slick cock grinding against him. Recognizing its hold on the man, the alligator removed its glossy hand from the boy's mouth, moving it south towards the human's underwear. Instead of ripping it off like Mason's other clothes, the beast played and squeezed at the comparably small bulge.
Mason couldn't help but buck his hips against the rough hand. Drips of precum seeping into the already soaked pair of underwear, mixing with the swamp water. He knew something was horribly wrong, but an ever present voice in his head told him, maybe something wasn't wrong? Looking up to his captor, Mason saw the beast in all its glory, the bright warm sun behind giving the standing alligator almost halos of light behind its head.
"What was this beautiful creature?" Mason thought to himself.
Tired of the piece of cloth still hanging on its captor, clawed hands finally ripped it off. Not having to worry about any escape attempts, the alligator brought one hand holding Mason's underwear to its snout, and the other hand to grab at Mason's exposed cock
Inhaling deep, the green alligator took in the smells of his human. Though nothing compared to himself, the beast inhaled the sweet scents of man sweat.
"My my, a smelly one aren't you?"
No response given, Mason absently leaned against the gator as clawed fingers pulled and stroked at his hardening cock. Dropping the underwear, the beast bent its massive knees to almost match the human's height. Pulling its cock from rubbing against Mason's back, the alligator inserted it underneath the dick and balls of the human, allowing Mason's own member to sit plumply on top.
How massive the beast's cock was compared to his own was almost laughable. The thing was almost three of Mason's cock stacked. Thinking about this thing getting anywhere close to his ass again sent doubt into Mason's head. Those thoughts were quickly slammed into submission though as the Monster began jerking Mason and its own shaft together. Both members being pumped in open air, new heavy waves of natural musk hitting Mason.
The two were completely locked in a strange frot. Mason straddling the cock before him, pulling his hips back and forth ever so forcefully against the beast's hands. The balls of the alligator, swinging back and forth hitting Mason's legs. The sweat and swamp lathering upon Mason's dick, slowly dripping down his hairy thighs. Pleasure ever increasing, Mason looked up to his scaled captor once more, looking into the creature's yellow eyes not with fear, but with absolute lust.
Without warning, the alligator pushed its maw forward awkwardly lathering at Mason's mouth in a messy kiss of passion. Although the sharp canines before him worried Mason, he couldn't help but strain his neck forward to return the sloppy kiss. His own smaller tongue easily out maneuvered, pushed to the side, as the beast's tongue slid across the inside of Mason's mouth, almost down his throat.
Mason desperately swallowed the enormous amounts of saliva that were being generated between the two. Strands of it dripping down the alligator's maw and out of the human's mouth. Some of it oozing onto Mason's chest and dropping onto the cocks stuck against each other. As the two continued their rut and makeout, Mason couldn't help but notice it was becoming easier to kiss and lap at this creature's maw. His mind not even questioning why he was doing it in the first place.
Unbeknownst to Mason, the minute he took in the strong scent of the creature, subtle changes emerged throughout his body. They were small at first. His finger and toenails slowly pointing forward, growing thick with keratin. His lean body gradually adding pounds of fat and muscle to keep him warm in the cool swampy waters. His skin gradually shading a light yellow and spotted green, hardening to reflect enormous scales. Legs broadened to support a new frame, stretching ever so higher. His body slowly rising to more easily lap at the wet sexy snout before him. Mason barely noticed these changes. Even as his nose expanded and grew flat, pushing into a long snout like his captors.
Interrupting their messy kiss, Mason's lust hazed brain finally noticed developments that were centralized towards his growing cock. Looking down, he watched in a lazy dream as with each pump by the beast's clawed hands, his cock surged forward. Each frot, plump leathery skin swelling with large veins. Each ping of pleasure, cock shifting a light yellow to match the rest of his growing scaled body.
"You were tough to break, young one." The alligator cooed into Mason's shrinking ear.
Barely even recognizing the English being spoken to him, Mason was too absorbed with desire to again respond. His new fat cock finishing its surge with a pointed bulging tip that hung limply over the side of the alligator shaft beneath him. Sweaty human nuts shifted to hang low and plump, filling quickly with new stained seed. In a warm flush, Mason was knocked with an unexpected orgasm as his balls expelled his weak human seed from before.
Fueled by this orgasm, a hefty appendage just above Mason's ass rippled and grew up the chest of the alligator behind him. A new yellow and green spotted tail pulsed as sharp scales grew along its tip. Each growth spurt of the new tail filling Mason's brain with bliss, his heavy reptile tongue hanging out a lengthening maw as he watched and enjoyed his changes.
His soaked shoes literally exploded at the seams as new feet tore themselves free. Incredibly coarse armored scales running along the top of them and sharp yellow talons digging at the earth. The bottoms of his feet growing thick skinned and tough, sweaty to the touch with the smell of masculinity and their surroundings. Mason, wiggling his digits, felt their strength and support for his body, loving how they felt.
At this point, Mason was taller, larger and hornier than ever before. The musk that clouded his mind gave him new meaning as it poured off every crevice and hole on his body. The smell something to enjoy and bake in, instead of being ashamed or scared of it. Sitting at the same height as the sexy beast behind him, Mason pushed his plump ass back. He needed to be claimed. Feeling the desire in his body. The dark green alligator, taking the hint, pulled his cock out from under the massive legs of the former human, shoving and beginning to prod at the ass of the yellow alligator before him.
The sensation of something slimy rubbing against his cheeks would have shook the old Mason into a panic. But any doubts or worries Mason once had evaporated as a thick cock slid past his ringed flesh. Pushing deeper, Mason could feel the alligator's warmth inside him as the large cock slammed into a bulging prostate. He felt every pulse, every surge, its length pulling and sliding in and out. Stained cum and corrupting bodily juices covering the insides of Mason's slick ass, the rest of his body swelling even more.
He grew taller, each ram against his prostate adding inches to his frame. Eventually, Mason was even taller than the beast thrusting into him. Ripples of muscle grew within the former's human's pecs and arms, growing full of power. The alligator behind him, reached its clawed hand toward the former human's swelling pec, teasing at one of Mason's sensitive nipples, groping at the hard scaled flesh. The other hand remained at Mason's cock, pumping the thick meat back and forth, feeling it twitch with need.
"H...H..Harder." was Mason's first word out of his new maw as he threw his immense head back in absolute bliss. Round piercing eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he embraced the sensations throughout his lumbering body. The alligator behind him licking and kissing at Mason's stretched neck, loving and admiring every detail of his transformed mate.
Eventually, the powerful thrusts and sensations for both alligators became too much even for their gigantic bodies. The green alligator, feeling his balls clutch and cock spasm, grabbed both of the yellow alligator's bouncing pecs, gripping tight and using them as leverage as he slammed one last time into the back of the fellow alligator's asshole. Edged by a prostate racked with pressure, Mason's cock exploded with a torrent of semen across his clawed feet and the grassy hill they stood on. At the same time, the green alligator behind sent a full force of cum directly into the new yellow-scaled ass, flooding it with seed that spilled out the penetrated ring onto the ground below.
For many minutes, the two enjoyed the waves of pleasure which pulsed between the two, their bodies shaking and twitching. Panting from their powerful orgasms, the creatures remain locked together, desperate for each other's warmth and delicious smells which washed over their lengthened snouts. What was a human male, now stood in its place a prehistoric beast of nature. Even larger than its dark-green mate.
Bringing his scaled head back down, mind still jolted with pleasure, the former human looked out upon the sunsetting swamp before him, finally appreciating the beautiful environment and its creatures.
Darkness swallowing the entire swamp, Ryan awoke in a panic trying to recognize what happened. His entire body covered in mud, one of his feet submerged underwater. A horrible smell circulating around him as he placed a hand upon a swelling sensitive lump on his forehead. Turning around, two massive creatures stood before him. One slightly smaller covered dark green. The other, scales painted yellow with random green spots. Both of these horrible monsters eagerly stroking their enormous reptile cocks over Ryan, strings of precum flinging across both their bodies. Scrambling backwards to get away, Ryan quickly hit his back against something hard. Turning his head in horror, a third alligator creature loomed directly over him, drooling over the human boy.