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GATOR TAILS: REST STOP

Mike sat in the darkened room of the theater and remained completely motionless, as he watched the fictitious mutated alligator monster on the screen terrorize the townsfolk, in the midst of a classic monster on the rampage climax scene. He lost track what the body count was at this point and allowed his mind to go on viewing autopilot, letting the scene fade to the background and what was happening in his lap take the foreground now. His cock was throbbing really hard and would soon be releasing his load into the seasoned talented mouth nursing on him with a passion. The young man began running his fingers through the short dark hair of his dad sensually and stifled his moans. There was a couple only eight rows ahead of them and were obviously too engrossed in the movie to notice anything else happening round them. But It was best to not to take a chance and disturb them, ruining the added entertainment of the girl occasionally clutching her popcorn bucket and the boy holding her tighter to him. A smirk spread across Mike's face, as he pictured their likely reaction of seeing him cum into his own dad's mouth.

His arousal altered mind then began visually reprocessing the imagery of the massacre scene, into one of predatory sexual ambush. The man that would be dragged away from the camera into the shadows, having their pants ripped off and a juicy cock slammed into their warm holes. Then all you would hear is the initial protest and then the moans of a stimulated prostate. Another man is shown pinned back against a wall in terror, from just beyond the hips of the alligator. A huge hand lowers into view and shows claws, but the man instead begins staring right at the hips. The beast then slowly steps up to the man and fills the screen with his shadowed presence. The viewer hears the man plead for mercy and then shuts up, as his voice is replaced with gagging and gulping sounds. Mike envisioned a couple other erotic scenarios and put himself in the victim's position.

He would love it if such creatures existed and he got ambushed by one. Better yet, have it happen to him and his dad together. That final version finally did it for him and he clapped his hand to his mouth, as he moaned through his orgasm. His dad's head stopped bobbing and remained still, as the older man moaned in approval of receiving his usual large load and gave Mike's exposed developing belly an appreciative pat. He was grateful for being seated in the back row and taking his dad up on the offer of a little exhibitionist fun. It was the perfect conclusion to the week long road trip both of them had taken together across the country, during his dad's vacation. He was also looking forward to soon spending a lot more time with him on the road, once his truck driving training was over and they began driving together on long halls across the northern border.

“That was a nice load son." Joe whispered into his ear, after sliding back up into his seat.

“Look forward to taking yours at the next stop." Mike whispered back.

They then sat in silence and watched the conclusion trope, of the smart guy's plan being put into action by the hero and then finally the death of the mutant alligator, followed by the romance plug of the hero's girlfriend kissing him and then the camera slowly pulling away to show the entire town completely wrecked. Large splotches of blood everywhere. Both decided to remain seated and just let the credits roll, as the couple left the theater and they allowed their hard cocks to deflate in their shorts.

“Well. I'm good for a solid piss. How about you son?" Joe announces with a slap on his knees.

“Sounds good. Pop." Mike acknowledges and then rises to his feet with the man.

Joe was not exactly a small man and was taller than most. He had plenty of solid useful bulk to go with his height, while also carrying around an average middle age belly. Mike loved feeling his hard cock rub against it's hairy mass, whenever he was roughly fucked missionary or rode on top while facing his dad. Mike was now quickly catching up to his dad and had the beginning of a nice but manageable belly himself. Aside from their age and height difference, they could easily pass as brown haired brothers. Once they arrived at the men's restroom and did a quick check to see if there was no one else, they quickly grabbed each other's neck and crushed their lips together in a quick passionate kiss. They broke it and snickered, while playfully punching each other.

Once they had finished with flooding the urinal drains with their piss, they exited the theater and climbed into Joe's big four door truck. Both immediately began talking about Mike's final exam and touched on the changes made in trucking since Joe started years ago. The diversion was welcome, once they got on the highway and reached a decent cruising speed, with nothing else to do. The weather was also nice enough to have the windows down. Once the main conversation wrapped up, both sat for a while in silence and just enjoyed the ride. Mike then decided he wanted to be adventurous and slipped off his sandals, before unbuckling his belt and slipping off his cargo shorts. Next came his t-shirt and jock strap. He then reached over to the wheel and kept the truck steady, as his dad then did the same thing and then took back over the driving. Neither one had the intention of really doing anything sexual in the cab. They just enjoyed being naked as much as possible and the traffic on the highway was almost non existent at this time of night.

Mike reached down beside his seat for the release lever and reclined it all the way back, to enjoy the feel of the air blowing across his front. Joe decided to strike up another conversation, to properly inform him about the more social aspect of trucker society on the open road. The father didn't want his son's cock guiding him to the wrong sort of man. The conversation then switched to things Joe himself had seen and encountered on the highway during his career. Mike was quite attentive and engaged the conversation with intense fascination. The subject matter was also getting both men a little aroused and caused their cocks to firm up, leaving the son's own cock to then bob freely in the air. By the time the second conversation had wrapped up, their highway bound isolation got switched up, as an old eighteen wheeler began coming up on the passenger side of their truck. It didn't appear to be in a hurry and just happened to be traveling a little faster. Just as his son reached for the release lever on the seat, Joe extended his hand over to his son's chest and gently pushed down on it.

“Stay there. Let's find out what kind of man he is. Close your eyes and think sexy thoughts, to keep that tasty sausage bobbing in the air. I will just act like I don't care or whatever."

Mike nodded and closed his eyes, as Joe simply looked forward and waited for the truck to pass them. Neither one had long to wait, as the sound of a big diesel engine began flooding into the cab and the truck itself slowly pulled up next to them on the highway. The father would occasionally glance sideways, to assess the situation and to his own personal delight, the driver of the rig cleverly began slightly letting up on his accelerator. Joe finally looked sideways and saw the driver of the other truck say something. He could have swore the man was saying something like them being naked was hot. The father just shrugged and waved his arm out over the dash, with his hand turned upward. Wordlessly signifying it's a free and open road. The other driver then said something else that sounded like he thought they were both hot men, before pointing ahead of his truck and saying to meet him there. The rig then gradually began accelerating more and pulled on ahead of them. Once it was completely clear of Joe's truck, it merged on over into their lane and then kept going until it was in the next one.

“All clear to open my eyes again?" Mike asked.

“All clear son."

“So how much did I ruffle his feathers?"

“He is definitely not that negative type of man."

“Well. Glad I got to make his day then."

“We did more than that. We might have a playmate for the night at the next stop."

“Wow. Really?"

“He was definitely interested and was doing a lot of talking, while smiling a lot."

“How much of him could you see."

“Enough to know he is not new to trucking, but not an old veteran like me. Looks to be a little older than you, but not much older. Decent size arms like us and they were quite hairy. Couldn't see the hair on his capped head, but the arm hair says he is a blonde. Nice short but full beard too."

“Never been with a blonde guy before. Is their crotch hair also blonde?"

“Sometimes it is. Sometimes the blonde is just sun bleaching."

Mike set his seat vertical again, just as Joe spotted a familiar information sign. It informed drivers about the approaching exit not being for through drivers wanting to use it to connect with the nearby road. The exit was for rest stops only.

“Hey dad. What did they mean by that sign?"

“This next stop is a rare special type of rest stop that services both lanes of traffic with one huge building set right over the highway itself on an overpass frame. Has a large cafeteria in the middle and full service bathrooms, with separate trucker areas and showers, at both ends." Joe explained.

“I heard about them, but never seen one before. Had no reason to drive this far out on the highway before myself."

“I came this way tonight, to break up the routine of taking the usual way on home."

“This sort of place sounds great. Why are they so rare now?"

“Fast food restaurants. Supermarkets. Travel Center Stations. Those are your three main ones that took the business away. It costs a lot to maintain one of these rest stops. So when the on site gas station closes, it can start to be a challenge to keep them going."

“So eventually these places may all be gone?"

“Yup. Another treasured piece of the old trucker culture fading away. More special type of truckers like you and I helped made them safe havens for traveling men on the road."

“I'll be sure and make the most of this visit then. Just in case it is closed by the time I'm on the road this way with my own truck." Mike comments.

“If blonde boy ahead of us holds up his end of the agreement, this will be a visit for you to remember son. Go ahead and start getting your clothes back on. We are almost there."

By the time Joe had finished slipping his clothes back on, the truck had already passed an official exit for the nearby road and was approaching a long curve, flanked on both sides by a huge lit information sign. It was faded, but showed signs of its past more pristine days and displayed faint shadows of the original background art.

“Keep in mind that what you are about to see is simply a downgraded version of the place that existed back during it's glory days. It's on site gas stations have been closed for a couple years now and one of the inside restaurants is permanently closed. The other one stopped staying open this late at night. The place will seem deserted, with it's minimum essential lighting in the common area and lacking daytime travel crowd." Joe informed his son.

As the truck finished the curve, the highway began sloping slightly downward and became lit up by roadside lamps, marking the on and off ramps to the rest stop itself. The cleared area was huge and the building from this view simply looked like a double arch bridge that got filled in with walls and big windows. One could even see the minimum lighting of the main interior through the windows. The arch itself was trimmed in lights to set the building off and make it nearly impossible to miss at night. The truck then exited the highway and properly decelerated on it's way up the off ramp.

“Hey dad, is that the truck with the blonde guy?" Mike asked and pointed, as their truck pulled into the generous otherwise vacant parking lot at one end of the rest stop.

“That is the one alright. Everything is already switched off. He must be inside for a much needed long stop. Once we are inside, I'll check out the trucker section, while you play the tourist and check the place itself out. I'll be sure to come and get you, once I found him."

“Sounds like a plan."

Both men get out of the truck and walk on up to the minimalist style entrance, that had the same styling as some contemporary looking mall department store from the sixties. The double entry glass doors had brushed metal frames and showed signs they had once been powered, but the hardware had been removed at the top. Once through the doors, they were greeted with a huge open lobby area and a huge road map on the wall. It also welcomed visitors and informed them of the site rules of conduct. Just past the sign on both ends were the open doorless entrances to Men's and Women's restrooms. At the end of the wall, past the Men's entrance, was another entrance marked Truck Drivers Only.

“Let's walk on up to that one." Joe whispered to Mike. “If we hear someone in there, then we split and do our planned thing. Sometimes the restrooms on one end will be closed during this time and the other ones end up being used by traffic from both ends of the rest stop."

Mike simply nods in confirmation and follows his dad up to the truck driver entrance. They immediately hear scuffing of boots and grin at each other, before parting ways and leaving Joe to do his thing, while his son moves on around the corner and down a wide hallway. The younger man occasionally looks around and spots signs of the installed surveillance system being removed. In fact there was signs of many things missing from the hall. Additional empty mounting holes for pictures and dirty square outlines marking where vending machines use to set on the tile floor. The hall then abruptly burst open into the main common area, that looked and felt as open as an airport terminal. To one side was a continuous row of large tall windows, that connected the floor and ceiling and had multiple safety cross bars in front of them, looking out onto the highway below. Mike turned the other way and spotted familiar closed rolling security gates in front of a very long service counter with a lot of registers on it. The ceiling above was pretty far up at this point and traced a gradual arch, that was suspended on multiple massive metal arch trusses. This left the sprawling eating and social common area free of any columns in the middle, adding to the sense of being a huge building.

He glanced behind him to check for signs of Joe appearing around the corner and waited a moment, before walking out into the common area and slowly made his way across its expanse to the opposite service counter. Mike walked softly and listened for any sign of other people in the building, as he moved his head around and soaked in the impressive site of the building. By the time he made it to the other end, he walked on into the hallway and turned the corner. He was immediately greeted with sight of dropped security gates at all three open entrances. A free standing information sign placed at each one, informing visitors to use restrooms at the other entrance. He couldn't help but reach down to the crotch of his shorts and give his cock a few rubs through the fabric, as it slowly began to firm up. Once he turned around and went back around the corner, he spotted someone peak around their corner at the opposite end of the huge rest stop. They stretched out an arm and waved it in invitation towards themselves and disappeared. Mike had to reach down and rub himself again, before grinning and proceeding to walk back across the open common area.

By the time he got back to the hall he came from, the same head popped out again and their features were much more visible now. This person was not his dad, but very much matched the description of the man Joe described. He didn't have his cap on and was definitely blonde, with a striking short full beard displaying straight facial hair. The head quickly turned to look behind him and then back at Mike, before the rest of the man's body emerged around the corner… and was completely devoid of any clothes. The man was solidly built and quite hairy, with a nice belly on him. He stood there and grinned, while stroking what appeared to be an above average hard cock. Mike paused his walking and reached down to his crotch, to stroke it a couple more times. The blonde naked trucker simply licked his lips and nodded in approval, getting a silent lip licking response in return.

“How about you get that great looking cock, I saw on the road earlier, over here." The man spoke softly over the distance.

Mike obliged him and stopped rubbing himself, before closing the gap and walking right up to the man. As he got closer, the man began to get taller. By the time the gap between them was closed to a mere two feet, it became obvious this man was taller and easily over six feet. Judging from how solid he looked and the size of his belly, Mike guessed he had to be over three hundred pounds. The hard cock being stroked looked to be as thick as a beer can and easily nine inches long. He also had rather large nipples, that was intermittently being pinched by his other hand.

“The name is Roger kid. How about you?" He introduced.

“Mike. Fuck you're hot."

“Thanks. Not so bad yourself. Go ahead touch anything you like."

Moaning then came from beyond the corner, that unmistakably sounded like Joe.

“My buddy is filling your dad up real good. He is just as big as me."

Mike said nothing and reached outward to caress and stroke the blonde trucker's hairy belly. He then closed the gap and bent over to rub his own face over it, while occasionally pausing to inhale the masculine scent coming off of Roger. He got approving sensual strokes through his hair with one hand, as the other one moved in front of his face, coated with the trucker's precum.

“Lick it." Roger simply requested.

The scent of the precum was familiar and alluring to Mike's nose. He gripped the man's large wrist and pushed his own face right into the slickened palm, effectively coating his beard with the stuff and began licking the hand, like he was eating out his dad's own ass.

“That's it. Lick it completely clean."

Mike moaned in response and quickly became focused on giving the blonde trucker all the pleasure he desired. He communicated this to Roger by grabbing the wrist with his other hand and began applying more pressure to the slick hand with his own tongue. Something about the sweet maple tasting precum made him hunger for more, as he proceeded to turn the hand around and lick up whatever oozed between the fingers, that then reached out and scraped up what was trapped in Mike's beard. Soon even that was licked clean off the fingers, as the attached hand was slowly brought down next to the dripping source. The man needed no prompt or words and immediately followed it to his knees and gripped the bobbing dripping cock with both his hands. He wrapped his lips around the exposed head and began working his tongue all around it. The cock in his cargo shorts had become completely hard and manged to worm it's way around and poke out the side of his jock strap. It remained there and throbbed, as a wet spot began forming where it pushed into the fabric of the leg.

“That's enough for now." Roger told Mike, as the precum flow eventually stopped and he gently nudged the eager-to-please man off his cock. “How about you clean up that little mess. Don't want any unwanted people getting nosy." He hinted and pointed to the precum puddle between his bare feet.

Mike just nodded and quickly dropped to his hands, before lowering himself down further and started licking up the dense wonderful maple scented substance. His mind was quickly becoming very focused on sex and was pondering the different ways he could pleasure this sexy blonde trucker. The combination of this and his current focus on licking the floor spotless clean, made him oblivious to the moaning sound being replaced with a muffled gurgling one. Roger then bent over and gave the man a tap on the shoulder, just as he noticed the floor beginning to reflect light off it's polished surface. Mike looked up at him, with a mild glazed look in his eyes, and licked his lips. The blonde trucker reached out and helped the man to his feet, then pulled him into a long passionate kiss. He broke it, then proceeded to suck and lick the man's beard hair clean of any residual precum, before allowing Mike to return the favor and gave him one more kiss.

“Now, let's go see how your dad and my buddy are doing and then introduce you to a whole new world of pleasure." Roger suggested and reached down to the wet spot, giving the man's hard cock a firm squeeze and eliciting a moan from him.

The blonde trucker then turned around and casually walked into the open entrance, with the other man following right behind him and licking his lips some more, as a very potent maple scent found his nose. After passing through the compact S shaped privacy corridor, Roger stepped aside and allowed Mike to walk past him into the main service hall for the closed orange multipurpose trucker stalls. The man immediately froze in place and stared straight ahead, his mouth dropping open.

“Say hello to my big buddy." Roger whispered into his ear.

Just past the middle drain in the white tile floor, was a huge black alligator. Or alligator like creature, right out of the movie him and his dad saw earlier at the theater It even had the same huge muscled arms in place of front legs and squatting back legs that were definitely sufficient for carrying all the body weight. Occassionally, sign of the attached large tail would appear behind the beast, as it slowly swung back and forth. Mike was not sure if he should be fearing for his life or be getting very aroused. Right under the alligator was the prone naked hairy form of his dad.

Joe was setting on the floor, with his ass up and pushed firmly back into the beast's paler crotch area. His front half was resting right on his chest, with both his arms splayed out away from him. The man's head was turned sideways and had a familiar looking dense clear substance rippling out of his open mouth. He only had one eye open and it was looking straight ahead at Mike or possibly beyond him towards nothing at all. There was an occasional soft gurgle that would come from his open mouth, before a particular large ripple would then push out and flatten into the steady stream of the stuff flowing right into the drain. This was also the source of the potent maple scent and it made Mike's cock throb harder against the fabric of his cargo shorts.

“Go ahead and take them off. Release it." Roger sugested.

Had Mike been thinking with a completely logical mind, he would have asked some questions first and then would consider exposing himself in such a manner in front of such a huge and intimidating creature… that was beginning to trigger the fantasies that played through his head earlier and the memory of his dad orally pleasuring him during that time. He then unlatched his belt and allowed the cargo shorts to simply drop to the floor. He then felt hands at his waist, as they gripped the waist band of his jock strap and pulled it all the way down. The throbbing shaft sprung into the open air and immediately began bobbing, as he felt the man's beard brush against his ass cheeks and then push in. Those same hands gripped his hips and help him remain in place, as the cheeks parted and a warm tongue made contact with his anal entrance. Mike leaned forward a little and put a hand out to the nearby wall to brace himself. His slightly adjusted viewing position then showed him that something was different about his dad's belly. It was very big and round, as if it was filled with…

“Oh fuck." Mike said and bit his lower lip, as the tongue began moving around and pushing into his twitching hole.

The large trucker then pulled his face away and stood back up, before putting his arms around Mike and hugged him from behind, while pressing and slowly grinding his own throbbing cock into the man's lower back.

“I bet you wish that was you." Roger whispered into an ear. “Laying there on the floor, with your ass in the air and letting that big sexy gator breed you." The trucker began grinding harder and coated Mike's back with his leaking cock. “Special men like you and your dad was meant to be our fuck toys. I know you want this. I can smell the potency of the precum trickling out of your throbbing cock. It smells of intense arousal and just got stronger with my very words." Roger then reached around and gave the man's throbbing cock a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan from him. “So what do you say fuck toy? Ready to take this gator's sweet tasting never ending load?"

Mike's more logical thoughts were rapidly disappearing and his more passionate arousal infused ones were taking over in his head. This was actually happening. The thing he entertained as just simply potent fantasy, that got him to orgasm faster in the theater, was about to become a reality. What was even more arousing to him… is that if it turned out the blonde trucker himself was somehow an alligator creature in disguise.

“Stay right there and just watch your sexy dad get used, like he is nothing more than my buddy's own cock. This gator wants to breed you properly." Roger told him in a deeper voice.

The hairy arms then retracted from around his chest, as the cock retreated from his back and left behind a warm blob, that quickly slid down into his ass crack and in between his ass cheeks. His ears then heard a lot of rather organic popping and sloppy wet sounds erupt from behind him in quick succession. Mike then heard something like a gurgling drain, but was sharper and deeper like a rumble. He remembered hearing that before, when researching alligators and watched a few videos. It was exactly the rumbling sound a horny male alligator makes. His cock throbbed and slapped his belly wetly, in anticipation of what was coming and being seen by his own eyes. The other gator filling his dad also rumbled in response. Mike then felt very large clawed hands nudge him from behind, as a signal to walk forward. The man did exactly as implied and walked on up to the other alligator and his dad. He could hear the other transformed gator walk right behind him and drag its huge tail.

Those same clawed hands then came down on his shoulders, the moment he was only twelve feet from the drain. They pressed down a little and he got the message, before he stopped and lowered to his knees. He then anticipated the next move and leaned forward onto his hands. He then noticed distinct black colored movement with his peripheral vision and glanced to his sides, as massive gator arms came into view and planted their huge hands right onto the floor. He then felt a smooth slick leathery presence make contact with his back and then slowly slide upwards, as the arms moved a little forward themselves. The sliding motion then stopped, as he felt the inside thighs of the huge beast over him touch his own thighs. There was then subtle movement happening where Roger's massive body made firm contact with his ass cheeks, as they were parted and a firm warm slick presence slid right between them, then made contact with his twitching anal entrance and stopped. Mike audibly gulped at how big this trucker gator's cock felt now.

“Fuck me. This is actually happening and I want it so bad." He very quietly told himself.

The phallic presence then pushed forward and gradually opened him up. It didn't feel too much bigger than what he sucked on earlier, but it definitely felt a lot slicker and firmer. He was surprised at how easily it slid on inside him and kept going. There was an obvious bend to the cock, as the blunt head immediately rubbed upwards along it's descent into his anal cavity. He then felt something new, that he was sure was never on any cock that had been in his ass before. It didn't feel artificial and somehow belonged to the cock itself. Whatever it was, pulsed with the cock and actually felt just like a bent version of a man's finger. Mike then gasped, as it made contact and applied pressure against his prostate… just like a curved finger. The cock then resumed it's sensually slow plunge and stopped right after that finger moved on past that special spot inside him. The alligator then pulled back and made the strange wonderful feeling appendage glide across his prostate again. The man couldn't help but moan with positive approval of the erotic stimulation. The alligator rumbled back in response and caused Mike's cock to bob and slap his belly harder.

The strange cock then pushed forward again a little faster, before pulling back again and then adopt a persistent thrusting motion. Mike half gasped and grunted, as the huge beast directly over him intentionally focused on his prostate. The man didn't last very long and eventually shot his first load all over the tile under him and was surprised at how much shot out of his cock, when briefly looking down at it's bobbing head past his belly.

“Yes. Nore Drother." The gator breeding his father finally said.

The cock inside Mike didn't stop and continued to thrust in him. The man experienced a brief moment where he thought he was about to have a stroke, as he was exposed to the over stimulation and then quickly pushed right through it to remain aroused. Conscious thought briefly left him and he nearly passed out during the transitional moment, only to become fully aware again and feeling more aroused than ever. At first he was reluctant to let this continue like this, but then what was left of his logical thoughts told him the odds were grossly stacked against him biologically. He agreed with those thoughts and consented to indulge his secret internal gator fantasy, born of an entertaining erotic what-if scenario to let himself be used as a gator fuck toy. There was nowhere to go now. He had to just sit and take it. Then he felt that familiar impulse explode into his mind, as his cock throbbed hard and he shot another more powerful and bigger load across the tile floor. It ejected from his cock with enough force this time to plaster his belly as well.

The thrusting resumed and his brain experienced another hiccup, as his arousal began reaching a new level he had not experienced before. What remaining logic structure was left in his thoughts, rapidly melted and collapsed into the rising tide of raw desire flooding through his mind. He no longer cared about anything else but staying right here and being used by the alligators for as long as they desired. Mike just closed his eyes and surrendered to the new sensation of a warmth manifesting in his crotch and began to slowly spread outward. His cock then throbbed hard again, as the third load ejected from his cock with just as much force. This one lasted much longer this time and felt different. It was now clear like precum and had a denser feel to it. It also smelled like… maple syrup.

Was him and his dad being exposed to this crazy exotic sex, as a means of changing them? Would they become huge sexy breeding gator beasts after this? Or were they just being changed and become something like needy sex drones, available to be used by these gators any time they needed it? Was their new altered ability to shoot much bigger loads of cum a way of keeping them addicted to such a life? He could certainly think of much worse and more harmful addictions. Including the recent porn one he was finally free of, by simply taking up fucking his dad. This in turn worked for his dad too and thus Mike ended up getting fucked himself. Now it looked like they both were about to be changed in a new way, that would make sex a bigger part of their existence, with a new and very intoxicating twist. He had yet to see his dad stop cumming or the sex syrup itself to stop coming out of his open gaping mouth. Mike then felt another stronger orgasm crash through his mind, as his cock throbbed the same and released another even bigger load. The cock inside him then kept sliding deeper into him and bumped up against the entrance into his guts. He wanted this and simply relaxed himself more and felt it move on inside him, as it began throbbing and gushing harder.

The man's own cock continued to throb and release nothing but the same stuff being dumped into his guts, the ambient warmth began spreading throughout his torso and down his legs. His belly began to gurgle and slowly gain mass, as the last of the-more-logical-thinking Mike melted and flowed right out his throbbing cock. Roger then pointed his head down and applied pressure between his fuck toy's shoulder blades. The man got the message and lowered his front down onto the syrup coated tile floor, Then slowly splayed his arms outward and turned his head sideways. The gator looked right into the man's only visible eye and could see it was quickly loosing it's ability to focus on anything.

“Ny thuck toy." He said directly at Mike.

“Your…" The man gulped. “Fuck toy. Yes."

Mike then belched, as his belly finished rounding out and the syrup began entering his protesting gurgling stomach. It quickly settled down and accepted it's new role with the rest of his body, as the ambient warmth quickly traveled down his arms and up his neck. He knew what was coming next and was somehow not affected by the expected trepidation akin to throwing up. The man wasn't at all sick and never felt more aroused and fulfilled in his entire life. Mike eagerly waited for it to finally happen and get that final closure that he now completely belonged to the gator's cock. It then arrived, as he felt the dense warm presence travel up to his throat and then over his tongue. He let it briefly fill up his mouth, as he savored the euphoric trigger of the sweet maple flavored sex syrup cum. The ambient warmth then finally claimed his head and his mind rapidly slipped away, as his mouth then gaped open and stayed that way. There was no more need for questions or any controlled thought. He didn't care if someone actually walked in on the scene or what their reaction would be. Something told him it wouldn't matter and they would end up a willing gator fuck toy too. He then let his mind go simple and thought only of cumming.