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GATOR TAILS: BARN WARMING

Just about everyone alive, that lives in Canada or the United States of America, knows about or has heard of Homecoming. It is a celebration that officially kicks of the new sports season for high schools. Many of the more rural and isolated farm communities, modified this tradition and added other activities that made the event more relevant to the community itself. This event is called Barn Warming and always sponsored by the local organization that exists to educate and support the future generation of farmers in the host school itself. It also tends to be something of a learning experience for guest high school kids that live in the city. Jason had never ever been outside the city, before his parents death, and needed a change of scenery. Too much in the city reminded him of them and he needed to start thinking about what he wanted out of life, now that his high school years were complete.

It was at this time he received an invitation from his dad’s brother, to come live out in the country for a while on the farm. Since he was in between jobs, along with all financial affairs connected with the house and property had been taken care, he was ready to make a new start somewhere else. Jason excepted the invitation and moved out into the country. The transition of work routine was a little rough, but he surprised himself with how quickly he learned the finer points of farm living. He even got used to washing off with the other hired workers, that lived on the farm with his uncle, in the outdoor open air shower at the end of the day. This in turn ended up revealing an aspect of his uncle’s life, that his brother never cared to talk about and was the primary reason they never associated with each other anymore. The man liked other men and gradually became more open about this by the day, as they got to know each other better.

Jason eventually admitted he liked his men too and that his uncle was more the type he really liked. Husky, hairy, beards and with a belly. He was also quick to point out that the workers more or less fit that profile and dared to ask if that was intentional. Uncle Jared decided it was his turn to admit something and explained his farm was a second chance place for certain men to get a new start in their lives. Every single one of them liked their men too and were free to live that way with each other on the farm. They did the required work during the day and then did their more social stuff at night with each other. Jared also pointed out that it was also normal to be naked on the farm, when weather and work conditions were safe for it. Jason figured that was likely why none of them had any tan lines. But he didn’t want to be the nosy new guy and get himself in trouble for assuming the wrong thing in a shower environment. Jason should have suspected something that first day, when none of the men in the shower made a fuss about him having a persistent boner and even showed they had one too.

His life changed a lot, between that time a week ago and now. Jason lost count how many times a cock had been in him or he had been in someone’s ass. This included his uncle, who insisted on the policy of the men restraining themselves until Jason was fully adjusted to the special life they lived on the farm. This somewhat made since to the man, in light of the fact that all of them seemed to have an almost limitless sexual capacity. Their loads were also noticeably large too and they always insisted on putting it in Jared’s ass. It made him wonder if the nightly social activity was extended yearly towards receptive Barn Warming guests. He supposed he would find out tonight, he thought to himself as he made his way off the front porch and over to the dancing crowd that was gathered inside the hay barn. Jason nodded and greeted each guest he passed and asked them about their experience that night so far. The man was just doing his job, with the rest of the workers, as hosts for the yearly event. Once he got within twenty feet of the huge open doors, one of the workers approached him and was jogging at a casual pace from inside the barn.

“Hey Jason, think you could give us a hand back behind the barn in the hay bale maze. A couple of drunk goofy kids decided to jam through a narrow path all at once and somehow got hung up in the bale twine. We need to see about getting to them from the outside, without having the whole section collapse.” The brown haired man, in light tan overalls and dark brown shirt, asked him.

“Sure Noah. Looks like the mom’s have things under control inside the barn. Lead the way.”

The man turned around and started jogging back towards the maze at a faster pace, with Jason right behind him, as they kept to the outside of the barn and was careful to not to run into anyone leaving the maze exit. They immediately slowed down to a brisk walking pace, as they approached the small waiting line of people. Two other workers were present, keeping everyone calm and upbeat about the rather humorous situation happening inside the maze itself. Everyone remained in good spirits and exchanged waves with him, as both men walked on by them and along the outside of the temporary hay structure. To anyone unfamiliar with these type mazes, they look like a huge irregular looking squat ziggurat. The rectangular hay bales make the walls and plywood sheets make the roof. If one is good at it, the plywood can be reinforced and have the maze made of two layers. Uncle Jared was good at it and clever at utilizing empty farm wagons, to add more style and variety to the hay bale structure. The outer perimeter was marked all around with a string of lights, to help with visibility in such situations as the one they were about to fix. They soon approached Jared and another worker in matching attire.

“Another pair of hands and a strong back arrives.” Jared observes encouragingly. “Now we have everyone we need to do this right. Chester and I will lift up on this here plywood roof, while you and Noah slowly and carefully slide this particular hay bale out over the floor. Luke and John are already inside with the giggling kids you hear and ready to give it a push at my signal.” Jared explained.

“Okay, let’s do this.” Jason complies.

Him and Noah squat and grip the bale at the ends, as Jared and Chester announced to the two inside to start pushing out slowly, while announcing to anyone else in the upper layer to stay put for now. They then lifted up on the plywood edge together, as the bale itself began slowly sliding outward. Everyone could hear the giggling immediately get louder, as it erupted through the growing gap.

“We got the replacement bale right here.” Announced two more workers, as they jointly brought one up and set it down, to be slid in place of the other removed bale.

Jason and the other three workers kept sliding the existing bale on out of the way and helped the three kids to their feet, once it was free and clear of the maze structure. Noah got out snips from his pocket, then clipped the twine and helped the giggling kids get their bracelets free from it. Jason then volunteered to crawl inside the maze and help with getting the replacement bale set in place. The man was reminded real quick of how dark the maze would actually get, if it wasn’t for painting one side of the plywood sheets white. He closed his eyes briefly and envisioned the planned layout in his mind, then opened them again and picked a direction. He soon got to the standing part of the maze and caught sight of a high school sweetheart couple kissing. All three snickered.

“Best not do that for too long.” Jason advised and gave them pats on the arm, before walking onward to the exit.

The rest of the night proceeded like a typical Barn Warming and of course couldn’t go by without one brief tense moment between two of the high school boys getting too competitive for the affection of a girl. Jared was quick to get involved and had the two leave with him, to go outside the barn and settle the dispute away from the crowd.

“Jared was kind of hoping they start something tonight.” Noah whispered to him, as they watched from just outside the back barn entrance by the maze. “Mrs. Garrison and Mrs. Oakley are beside themselves with what to do about those two. Neither one wants to give up that pussy and totally blind to the fact the city girl is just playing them against each other.”

“Just another high school day back in the city.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Girls can be players too.”

“Well this country boy just learned something new.”

“Welcome to the modern world.”

“All the more reason to stay out here with the wild things.”

“I’m starting to get that sentiment now.”

“Jared thought you would eventually. You fit in with us pretty good already, Jason.”

Noah gives him a parting pat on the shoulder and walks into the barn, to socialize with the dancing crowd, as the music switches to a slower casual pace. The evening eventually wrapped up with the usual cleanup being handled by half the farm workers and a few volunteer kids. Chester then invited him into the maze to do a run through inspection for clever thinking stragglers, who always thought everyone had forgot about them and left them free to play around with each other. Jason was informed other workers were already going through the maze themselves, since at least two clever couples are found exploiting a dead end every year and always have to be escorted out. Otherwise they would never leave the maze and then have to deal with disgruntled parents for not being proper event chaperons. Chester volunteered to go in first and said to wait a while, then come in after him. Sometimes kids would leave voluntarily and then sneak back into the maze. Jason’s task was to be the final stop-gap guy. Noah showed up to be lookout at the entrance for such clever kids behind him. Both nodded to each other, before Jason lowered to his hands and knees, then crawled onward into it.

His initial descent into the maze left him with finding many dead ends free and empty, but his ears soon picked up on what was unmistakably frolicking stragglers, that managed to avoid detection so far. Jason smirked and proceeded to take the next turn, down a long path he knew would twist around on itself and lead him right to them. Soon enough, he came upon the wooden ramp that took him up to the second level. A distinct and odd wet sloppy sound immediately got his attention. It reminded him of a boot sinking into sloppy mud and then pulling back out of it. This sound came directly from the other side of the hay bale and had to be located in the dead end itself, that actually let’s people stand up in it. He spotted a gap in between the bales right at the beginning of the ramp itself, which actually flowed to the other side of the bale and served as a harmless prank to also dump maze crawlers down into the more spacious dead end. He quietly got onto the ramp and then peered through the gap in the equally dim lighting of the dead end.

The outline of four people could be seen, but it was very difficult to tell for sure. They appeared to be very close to each other, in a very obvious and lewd way. He quickly glanced around past them and down on the floor, for identifying signs of who they might be among the kids. Laying right at the gap was two familiar overalls and shirts. On top of them were two pairs of jeans, with two flannel shirts and a letterman jacket. He then looked back at the four people and squinted his eyes. The two obvious farm workers was Luke and John, whom appeared to be fucking the other two men. One of them was obviously older and laying on his back. The one on top was younger than him and on his hand and knees. It was very difficult to tell their forms apart, as both were in a sixty nine sexual position and their faces hidden by thighs. Both were also rather vocal about their oral pleasuring via loud gulping sounds. The scene seemed a bit odd, because neither worker was actually thrusting. They just remained in place and were grinning at each other. Something also seemed out of place with the younger one, his belly didn’t go with his slim body and actually looked to be bloated.

Jason forced himself to look away from them briefly and looked around the discarded clothes and spotted a metal key chain, literally in the shape of the name Johnson, setting next to a familiar looking pair of worn out boots. His eyes then darted back up to the pair in the middle and clapped his hand to his mouth. This was Jared’s neighbor and his son, whom had been held back a year and turned eighteen the day after Jason arrived at the farm. He remembered attending the birthday barbecue and the two men excusing themselves for a while and then came back to the dinner looking very chipper. The birthday kid had the seat next to him and when he turned to talk about the awesome gift he just got from his dad, all Jason could smell for five seconds was cum. He suspected something right then and now he was seeing the proof. His nose then began detecting something else that didn’t fit the scene and smelled strongly of maple syrup. He darted his eyes around the clothes and couldn’t find anything, then heard that odd wet sound again. The man could have sworn it was coming from both bellies of the father and son. Luke and John then looked down at their playmates and spoke.

“Okay guys. We like to stay here all night and keep pumping it slowly into you.” Luke started.

“But we got to be leaving the maze soon, before someone gets nosy.” John added.

Jason decided to simply leave them alone and quietly retreated from the long dead end passage, before resuming his patrol through the rest of the maze. He finally made it back to the exit and told the rest of the waiting workers that Luke and John would be out soon with two stragglers they found. He was quick to notice everyone got a good chuckle out of his statement and immediately began passing around dollar bills, as if they already knew what was happening and actually gambled on it.

“Someone mind letting me on the joke?” He asked and grinned.

“Jared can fill you in on this running bet, that had been going for a little over a year now. This here is his take from the betting pool.” Noah replied and handed him ten dollars “You can find him out at the equipment barn. Where he prefers to handle disruptive horny boys, that have a pussy beef with each other, on his own terms.”

“Mr. Johnson’s boy used to run with them and the three of them were bad about not leaving any of the country girls alone. Then they took things too far one time with the principal's daughter and that ended up getting them held back another year in school.” Chester added. “Soon after that, it was just the two boys by themselves. They were the two you saw fighting tonight by the way. Mr. Johnson’s boy got his act together and started focusing on the farm work.”

“He will grow up to be a solid worker and good neighbor.” Noah observed.

All eight of the gathered farm workers nodded and agreed.

“Well, thanks for that brief bit of community history. Need to get this money to Jared.” Jason announced and walked on past the end of the hay barn, into the dark of the night.

“Anytime you want the full story, just ask.” Chester called after him.

Although he couldn’t see well enough to read in the dark, while walking across the property to the equipment barn, he could still count the money properly by touch. All ten single dollar bills from each worker was there. Now he was wondering what the terms and details of the bet was, as he finally approached a side entry door and noticed faint signs of light coming out from under it. He stopped and put his ear to the door, to see if he could spy any last words being spoken. It would seem the conversation was already over and all he could hear from the other side of the door was that same wet sloppy sound from back in the maze. Jason stepped back from the door and pocketed the money, before smirking to himself and glancing over the barn’s side. He spotted another barely visible side door further down, that had been carelessly left open. All he saw was darkness through the opening and remembered the area beyond it connected to the general area on the other side of the current door.

Jason then walked down to the open door and quietly stepped through it, being careful to not bump it and make the hinges squeak. He then turned and looked towards a barely visible opening in the nearby wall. Immediately outside of it was the huge hay harvester, surrounded in a halo of lantern light. The man waited a bit and let his eyes adjust a little to the dimmer lighting, while dropping to a knee and began unlacing his boots. Next came his socks, that he tucked inside them, followed by straightening back up and unclipping his overalls. At this point his eyes had adjusted enough for him to see the outline of the nearby desk and quietly lay the dense fabric down on it, before unbuttoning and taking off his shirt. He then pulled the waistband of his jockstrap out and gently slid them down past his hard cock, that had no trouble jutting out and bob freely in the open air. He was going to get some personal pleasure this time around, from another show he knew was happening beyond the harvester.

The idea of seeing his sexy hairy silver daddy uncle teach two stubborn straight boys a lesson, in one very creative and sexually world shattering way, was something born of great porn itself. He would have to be out of his mind to not pass up an opportunity like this. Although he couldn’t see all that well in the dark, it was enough to spot anything laying on the dirt floor. The sloppy wet sound continued as assurance he would not be missing out, as his lust triggered mind envisioned the boys being shown the pleasure of a cock rubbing their prostate. Little did he know, he would be seeing more than that, as he slowly made his way around the hay harvester. His nose was immediately overwhelmed with that familiar syrup smell from back at the maze again. This time it was more potent and made him briefly dizzy. He steadied himself and glanced down at a cock that was now throbbing and dripping.

Jason caught himself, before a chuckle could escape his mouth and give away his presence, before resuming his careful path around the machine. He then suddenly stopped and remained completely motionless, as fear quickly gripped him and anchored his feet to the floor. His mind struggled to explain what he was seeing, as he witnessed something that was equally scary and erotic. Although the end of the barn with the double swinging main doors was still another sixty feet from his spot next to the hay harvester, the over head lantern cast enough low burn illumination to show him what was happening. The light itself bounced off of shiny black body armor, that belonged to a huge creature standing on two legs and appeared to be something akin to a werewolf. Except he knew full and well werewolves didn’t have body armor or the long thick black tail, that was visible behind it via the twin spine ridges flowing to the blunt tip. The black head was fully lit by the lamp directly above it and completely confirmed this beast was more like an alligator, while the rest of it was only slightly visible via it’s gray underside catching some of the dim light and looking slightly orange.

The beast appeared to be bent over something and kept it’s massive upper body suspended in place, by gripping two of the four visible log chains anchored to the above loft beams. He had no idea what it was, but he soon got a hint. Jason’s eyes finally shifted towards a nearby wall and spotted one of the two sparring men from earlier. He was naked and reclining against two feed bags, with his legs splayed out in front of him and cradling a round belly. The overhead light was reflecting off of something large and shiny pooling between the legs. It was also clear and it looked rather thick. The same stuff also appeared to be coating his belly and trickled out of his open gaping mouth. The maple smell his nose was still taking in was mostly coming from that direction and refusing to let his cock go soft. The man still had sufficient logical thinking intact to realize he had just walked into some strange sex ritual and that his uncle had a lot of explaining to do… if he even got out of this barn alive.

This line of logical thought motivated him to move his line of sight back to underneath the alligator and pushed him to focus on the shadowy presence hovering under it. Jason squinted his eyes, to filter out the lantern light, and was able to detect signs of another man being suspended in some sort of homemade sex sling. This one was made special to accommodate the bulging round belly and allowed the sex partner to comfortably look down. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but he spotted faint hints of the same large puddle of dense liquid pooling on the dirt floor right under him. There was also two visible trickling trails, connecting the puddle to the belly and where Jason judged to be the mouth. The one flowing from the mouth would occasionally widen out to a surging flow and ripple as it fell to the puddle below. That distinct sloppy wet sound was heard each time and the syrup smell in the air would get stronger. Neither one of the men appeared to be in distress and the much more visible one had a familiar blank expression on his face, indicating he had just experienced pure pleasure.

The alligator head then slowly turned and pointed right at John and a deep rumbling sound echoed from it. His fear briefly spiked and the man felt like he was now intruding on something private. He then began looking around himself and expected his uncle to appear and demand to know why he was here and not helping the other workers. Jason also started having conflicting thoughts, as the maple scent began working harder on his mind and started interrupting his logical thinking, as signals were sent to his throbbing cock to begin slapping his belly. The man was becoming confused and didn’t know what to do at the moment. A part of him found the sight of the bloated man very arousing and thinking about that being the result of him being filled in the sling by the alligator somehow was making the moment more arousing. His cock throbbed and slapped his belly again, as more of his logical thinking began loosing structure. Was this beast maybe some mutation and a trained pet of Jared’s, that happened to enjoy sex with men? Did the farm workers know about this yet? An answer then presented itself, when the alligator finally spoke directly to him.

“Jason.” It spoke clearly.

He looked directly at the alligator, as it tilted it’s head down and the eyes glowed amber.

“Jason. Cone here.” The deep insistent but polite voice requested.

Logical thought fought back against the influence of the scent. How did it know his name?

“You can talk? Of course you can talk. You’re an alligator with arms and hands. You can stand on just two legs and delight in fucking men. No, not just fuck them… but fill them until that maple scented weird cum is literally coming out of every orifice. Why would talking be weird at this point? Do you even understand me? Where is my Uncle Jared?”

Jason kept prattling on with more questions, as they began to loose coherency and loop upon themselves. He was getting nervous, but at least he wasn’t scared anymore… as if that was better.

“Don’t de scared.”

He stopped talking and looked around the illuminated area of the barn again, but remained firmly planted by the harvester. He then saw clothes, neatly hung side by side on three hooks, on the wall above the bloated man. Two lettermen jackets and one pair of overalls being the dominant identifiers. Jason then looked back at the alligator and it just looked right back at him.

“Do you theel it?”

The man furrowed his eyebrows, just as the one under the alligator let loose another rippling mass of the cum from his mouth. This time it kept surging and falling into the growing pool below. His nose inhaled more of the scent, at the moment he thought about what he was feeling underneath his fading fear. It was quickly becoming obvious that if this alligator wanted to harm him or the other two men, there would be a very different mess on the ground and smell in the air.

“Let it in.”

Jason found himself wondering exactly what was keeping his cock hard and throbbing through all of this. It had to be whatever was in the air. It smelled so wonderful and inviting. Was this how this beast managed to seduce the other two men? But then how did it initially get them to even expose themselves. His unseen uncle must have worked his usual seductive magic on them first and then somehow got them convinced to let the beast fuck them. Once the first one got successfully fucked and filled, it was probably easy to get the second one to consent. This actually made sense, in light of the fact he himself was rapidly loosing logical control over his thinking. His mind was gradually being invaded and consumed by that scent and having only specific parts being stimulated. The parts that made him desperately want sex and lot’s of it.

“Cone to ne.”

What was left of his logical control was beginning to melt and with it his fear and nervousness. It then finally occurred to him why he had yet to see his uncle. The man was probably just on the other side of the harvester and already filled himself. Likely part of the bargain of being friend to a mutated alligator that likes to fuck men. It wouldn’t surprise him if the beast breeds everyone on the farm. Which means he soon would be next. Jason then managed to get his legs moving again and walked around the back of the machine, to the other side of it. No one was there. There wasn’t even a hint of that weird clear cum. The man had to be somewhere.

“Jason. I’n hight here.”

Jason slowly walked out of the shadows and up to the alligator. He then glanced over at the hung clothes one more time and then back at the creature in front of him. The beast nudged it’s head sideways towards the clothes, without breaking eye contact.

“Do you see, Jason?”

The man then did something that would normally result in a person loosing their arm, but something deep down inside him said that he would be safe. He reached up to the end of the alligators muzzle and gave it a soft stroke.

“Uncle Jared?”

The alligator gave a quick rumble.

“Yes.”

“You’re fucking huge.”

“Yes.”

“How?”

The alligator rumbled again, before the sound of more rippling and surging sex syrup hitting the ground was heard. Close proximity to the primary source of the alluring maple scent and the combined potency of the two sources, completely melted what was left of Jason’s logical thought structure. Simple lust and desire began flooding through his mind, as his cock slapped his belly again. He looked over at the reclining man and then down at the one hovering in the sling just below his head.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“Thind out yourselth.”

Just a few moments ago, Jason would be debating simple biology and size difference in his head. But that was then. His desire to be fucked by his uncle again was becoming intolerable. He didn’t care if the man was now a huge gator beast, with a cock that would likely destroy his ass. The infused air around him was stimulating him to desire nothing else but to be fucked and filled by the alligator. Jason wanted to feel the same pleasure he saw in the face of the reclining man. To experience it at that level, as his uncle used him like he was a throbbing cock.

“Okay.”

His uncle rumbled again, before Jason heard a rather audible sloppy wet sound, as the beast slowly backed away and extracted his cock from the man in the sling. He then stepped to the side of the sling and proceeded to release the legs from the hanging stirrups in the back, while his nephew released the secure sleeve underneath the front and slid the man’s limp forearms out of it. Jason then watched as his uncle gently and effortlessly lifted the man up, then turned him over in one smooth motion, before carrying him over to the feed bags and gently setting him down next to his friend. Once he turned back around, there was no sign he had a cock or balls of any kind. Only a single dark line, covered with the clear sex syrup, that marked where the opening slit was on him.

“Now it’s your turn.”

The old more reasonable thinking Jason would have still shown hesitation. The lust infused thinking Jason simply nodded and walked around to the back of the sling. He did a quick visual assessment of where he could grab and leverage himself and get up in this odd modified version. A normal sling had a flat cradling surface like a hammock. This one was made entirely of thick padded straps that suspended the body at critical areas, with a some black stretchy material spanning the space where his inflating belly would rest.

“Let ne helt.”

His uncle then moved in behind him and gently gripped him at the sides, before picking him up like he was a little boy again. The alligator then positioned him over the sling and lowered him down, as Jason adjusted his orientation and hooked his feet into the stirrups. Next he gripped the front chains and adjusted his position, to make sure his bobbing cock hung freely beyond the sling and bring the front padded crosspiece right over his chest. Once he was certain that he was comfortable, he then slid his forearms through the cross sleeve. Jared walked around to secure it properly, before squatting down and meeting his nephew’s eyes.

“I Lothe you Jason.” He said and stroked the man’s face.

“I love you too Uncle.”

Jared then walked around to behind Jason and secured the hips in place with straps. He then extended his clawed hands to the front log chains, before moving his hips forward and began rubbing his syrup coated slit across the man’s ass cheeks. The nephew pushed back as much as he could, signaling his uncle he wanted the cock in him already. The alligator then stopped the rubbing and simply pressed back against the lubed ass cheeks, before relaxing and extending his cock out between them. To Jason, it simply felt like a really big and firm cock sliding back there. He then felt it make contact with his pulsing anal entrance and stop.

“Just helax and dreath.”

Jason did exactly that and even took a couple deep breaths, before he felt the huge cock begin to press forward and gently pry him open. It certainly felt more slick than a man’s cock.

“Yes. Keet taking it.”

The gator’s phallus kept sliding on into him and immediately revealed it had a noticeable curve to it, as the blunt head began rubbing the side of his anal passage. He then felt the pressure against his prostate, as it slid on across it and moaned with approval. Then the cock pulled back and slid forward again. This time it felt different on one side and had something bulging out from it. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear a man’s fat finger somehow got in there too. The moment this appendage made contact with his prostate, it was deliberately pressed into it. The nephew’s head shot up and he gasped at the sheer shock of how great it felt, as the protrusion glided on across his prostate and then stopped just as it was about to push on past it. His uncle then pulled back and slid it back across the pulsing magic spot inside the man.

‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Jason half gasped.

He felt generous amounts of something warm and dense splash against his prostate and completely cover it’s location in place of the appendage. The cock then pushed forward inside him again and applied the same pressure. He could feel his prostate beginning to throb, but in a good stimulating way. Jason’s cock began slapping the stretchy material covering his belly, adding just enough stimulation to finally send him over the edge. The man grunted and groaned, as cum ejected from his bobbing cock and traced a long line under him. He felt the cock inside him pick up thrusting pace and continued to glide across that magic spot inside him, while continuing to eject more of the weird and wonderful smelling clear cum inside him. Once his orgasm was finished, he was mentally ready to feel the alligator’s cock plunge all the why inside him and begin inflating his belly.

“Thery good.” His uncle complimented, but didn’t stop thrusting.

“Wait. I need to-…”

Jason was then interrupted with an increase of pressure against his throbbing prostate, as the cock continued thrusting inside him. The intent was obvious and that magic spot inside him was the focus. His cock remained hard and continued to slap his belly, as his overstimulated body and mind was pushed onward to the next building orgasm. A clawed hand gently rested down onto his back, just as he began to spasm in reaction to the continued breeding. Now Jason could see why the restraints are needed and was helpless to stop himself, as his body reacted to the sexual overstimulation.

“Hide it out.” Jared encouraged him.

As the cock continued to thrust inside him, the man’s body gradually began to settle down and accepted the situation, as his mind quickly flooded with lust and desire. That familiar impulse then entered his mind, as he desired to cum again… but with the drive he had not cum for a week. The cock inside him then pushed forward and his own cock throbbed hard once more, as another large load ejected from it. This time it lasted longer and felt different, as if it had more presence.

“Fuck, that feels great. More.”

The alligator only rumbled in response and continued thrusting, as the man’s cock continued throbbing and ejecting more of his denser cum. His body reacted better to the overstimulation phase this time and he mentally road right through it with no convulsions. Jason was now eager to see if he could cum again and wanted it. He didn’t have long to wait, as his body reacted quicker this time and the desire to cum hit him harder. His mind began rapidly sinking into the consuming abyss of pure lust, as his cock throbbed hard again and a much denser load of cum ejected from it. Jason’s nose immediately detect a spike in the intensity of the maple scent and looked down, as jets of familiar clear cum arced down into the puddle below him. The sensation of shooting something so dense felt amazing and he wanted more, but his mind no longer possessed the logic structure to form the words in his mouth. Fortunately words did not have to be spoken, as his uncle continued thrusting and soon his body was racked with one more orgasm. This one felt stronger and lasted a lot longer, but also felt different. It was no longer shooting out of his cock but simply running out of it like piss. He hung his head down and moaned at the exquisite sensation of cumming in such a profoundly intense erotic way. The stream of the new clear cum flowing out of his cock did not stop this time.

Uncle Jared rumbled above him and pushed in one more time and continued to sink deeper into his nephew, until his cock came to a familiar stopping point. Fortunately, he had trained his nephew about this part from past deep breeding sessions and simply waited a moment, before feeling that second entrance open up for him. The alligator cock then simply slid on inside Jason’ guts and began releasing the full unrestrained tide of the clear cum into him. All the man could do was continue to moan and glance down towards his bobbing cock, as the fabric above it began moving down, under the pressure of his slowly expanding gurgling belly. An ambient warmth then began to settle into his crotch area and rapidly expanded to both his legs and torso. It felt like he was being wrapped in a comfortable warm blanket and encouraged him to close his eyes. Jason’s belly continued to expand and fill up, as his cock continued to eject a steady stream of the maple scented cum. He soon felt the presence of it fill the rest of his belly and then begin to dump into his stomach.

This pushed him to open his eyes and begin to wonder if this would make him sick. Although his stomach reacted in the expected way and he prepared for what he thought would happen, it soon settled down and the syrup continued to fill him up. He looked down again towards his cock and could no longer see it or feel it bobbing. His belly was now bulging a lot, forcing his hard cock to simply throb against it and continue to release syrup. Yes, that is what was filling him. There was no way this could be called cum. It smelled and felt just like warm syrup. He wondered if it also tasted like syrup and soon got his answer, as it began crawling up his throat along with the comforting ambient warmth.

“Keet your head down.” His uncle advised him and he complied.

First the warmth itself spread to his arms and enveloped his head, then the clear syrup finally made it up to his mouth and flowed right over his tongue. It did taste like maple syrup and Jason allowed it to fill up his oral cavity, before finally letting it loose and trickle on down to the puddle below him. Once his uncle sunk completely inside him and his ass pressed firmly against him, he stopped thrusting and simply hovered over him. He then felt the clawed hand lift off of him and get replaced with a huge blunt tongue that began licking him sensually. The three combined sensations pushed the man to finally let go and completely loose himself to pure need. His thoughts rapidly grew simple, as more of the syrup was pumped on through his willing body and he finally felt pleasure like nothing he experienced before. The emotional and physical connection to his uncle at this point was beyond words. Jason finally felt like he was truly home, as he just lay there and let the alligator use him like a throbbing cock.