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GATOR TAILS: INSIDE MAN

Warren lay suspended horizontal in the air, on what had to be the most lavish and comfortable sex sling he ever saw. The sling itself was made of thick dark brown leather. Not vinyl based leather. Actual leather made from animal hide. The sling along with the heavy chains was made to hold men bigger than him. Men more like the hairy one that was currently plowing his ass with a cock literally thick as a beer can. It was also long enough for him to feel the man's balls touch his ass cheeks, while also going deep enough to reach beyond the prostate and touch that special spot deep inside every man's anal cavity. This briefly took him back to initially meeting this man at a combination tavern and cafe, that resembled some large repurposed old storage shed. One side of it was completely gone, exposing all the customers to the natural ambiance of night time swamp sounds.

The man that was fucking him right now, approached him and was surprisingly easy for conversation. Not to mention the man was exactly Warren's type. Tall, stocky and hair everywhere on the exposed arms and legs. This man was likely a very hairy person in general, as some stuck out above the neck line of his simple t-shirt. The finishing touch was this man having a full brown beard that matched the rest of his hair. Once they both had a couple beers and began casually stroking each others thigh under the table, Warren was presented with a new bottle to drink, before the man told him the plans he had for the night. The only condition was to drink the bottle and then make sure he went to the bathroom soon. This request made it obvious the purpose of the drinking liquid and the general nature of what the man had planned for whatever fun would be had later at his own house.

So here he was. His legs in the air and his ankles in two of the leather loops on the four chains, with his wrists in the other two and the sling swinging with the motion of the vigorous thrusting of the man that brought him back to some place way out in the middle of nowhere. There was a nice breeze blowing though the nearby open window of the large dimly lit room. It displaced and pushed the pleasant maple smelling scent of whatever lube this hung fucking machine was using. It was obviously one of those special ones that also warmed up whatever it touched, because his entire ass and balls was feeling sensually warm from the exposure to it. There was possibly some other quality or feature to the lube. Every time he inhaled it's alluring scent, it made him stay horny and hard. It didn't matter that he had already cum twice and the second orgasm destroyed most of his logically structured thoughts. In fact, he was pretty sure what coherent thinking was left in him would leave with the next orgasm and something told him it would last even longer.

He no longer had the strength to keep his head up and watch what was happening past his belly, letting it stay leaned back on the attached padded head rest. He just kept looking up at the large overhead spinning ceiling fan, resigning to just feeling the unbelievably large cock push into him and the sensual massage his throbbing cock was getting from the man's cum covered hairy belly. Warren was curious what his sex partner was waiting for. The man had already done everything physically possible with his cock in the current area. All that was left was for him to finally go deeper and to unleash his own load. Otherwise drinking that fruity thick liquid earlier would have been pointless. Then just as he felt that familiar mental tickle of another orgasm approaching, the thrusts slowed down and the thick cock then pushed into him in a steady slow motion. He was told to just relax and breathe slowly, as it made contact with the second entrance inside and then gently pushed on through into his guts. Warren then finally felt the man's balls make contact with his ass cheeks, just as their bellies touched and his cock surged again with the third orgasm. The combination of this, and feeling the growing warmth of the man's orgasm spread throughout his guts, was the final push to completely flood his mind with pure lust and desire. His thoughts rapidly grew simple, as his cock continued to eject his release and squelch out from between their connected bellies. The air around both rapidly became heavy with that alluring scent.

“Good fuck toy. You just lay right there and enjoy the ride. I'm going to fill you up real good, just like I promised back at the old shack." The big burly man assured and rubbed both of their bellies.

Warren just laid there and stared off into empty space at the rhythmic visual pulse of the spinning fan blades. He was barely aware of the audible gurgling his belly made, as it started to fill up with what was being dumped in him and slowly began to bulge from the presence of the persistently flowing load.

“Damn. You have a beautiful hair y body boy." The burly breeder commented, as he moved his hands from the bellies to Warren's legs. “You may be a little heavy, but you are in decent shape too." came the complement, along with tender kisses of the thick calves. “Those arms of yours have done some impressive lifting and in just as good of shape too. I definitely made a good choice, when getting in touch with you earlier today. Don't worry about paying me for the boat ride tomorrow. This tonight is payment enough."

With those final words, the very last of Warren's coherent thinking disappeared. His belly inflated to the point it was almost completely round and the spreading ambient warmth had now reached his head, as the load being dumped into him began seeping into his stomach. It gurgled briefly in protest of the unwanted visitor, then stopped as it filled up with the arousal inducing substance. He had never felt so stimulated and sexually complete his entire life, than this moment right now. This was a sex partner worth additional breeding sessions and looked forward to paying him for more boat trips out into the swamp. Soon, exhaustion from the vigorous sex they had and the tedious plane ride took over. Warren felt himself fade away, just as the other man's load moved on up his throat and out his open slack mouth. He didn't even feel a large hand turn his head sideways, to let it flow on out of him.

The dreams that followed, after he closed his eyes, were initially normal, but then turned erotic and strange on him. They would start out normal enough and feature his usual selection of naked bears just casually hanging out and talking about everyday stuff. But then the scene transformed to that of everyone being all over each other. All of the grinding, moaning and sucking was creating an atmosphere of unrestrained sexual release. Many of the men started to orgasm, but instead of cum shooting out of their cocks… there was some initially strange looking clear substance simply running out through their piss holes in persistent rippling streams. The surrounding air rapidly took on a familiar maple smelling alluring scent, that made every man even more aroused and their cocks throb harder. He never bothered to notice exactly where this was happening, as nothing could be seen beyond the bright glare outside the large room. There was severe lack of actual walls. Open french doors were everywhere, with sheer curtains bellowing in a persistent breeze from outside the room itself.

Warren himself then let himself get lost in the mood of the developing scene, as the man behind him grabbed his ass and began fucking him, while the one in front of him grabbed his head and fed him a generously sized cock. This was one of his favorite things to do when on his hands and knees. He began sucking on the cock and moaned with approval, as the cock inside his ass began expertly massaging his prostate. The cock in his mouth immediately began leaking the most wonderful tasting precum he ever had, as it's maple syrup flavored presence rolled over his tongue. The cock inside his ass began leaking a generous amount of precum, with a warming presence that was felt everywhere it touched his anal cavity. Arousal and pure need soon rapidly took hold of his mind and he relented with no resistance. Warren was just being in the moment and let himself be free to feel whatever was possible. He didn't even bother to notice water beginning to flow into the room and quickly fill it up. In fact none of the men bothered to notice it and just kept pleasuring each other.

The water eventually rose up to his head and then over it, as it swiftly consumed the room. Under normal circumstances, this would be alarming. But it just didn't bother him this time and allowed his own body to begin drifting and floating with the other two connected to him. The flow of the precum in his mouth and the load being dumped into his ass then increased with intensity, as the hands that were gripping him began to change and grow bigger. Both cocks then grew big enough to go down his throat and plunge super deep inside his ass. He then felt a familiar warmth begin to consume his whole body, as his belly began to swell and his thoughts grow simple. Eventually his belly became completely round and the two men were no longer attached.

He was now barely aware of his surroundings, as he watched men drift and bob all around him in the water. They all had round bellies just like him and just let their limbs drift around them lazily. Their eyes lacked any focus and simply stared off into empty space. The men's own cocks were barely visible beyond the round bellies and persistently throbbed while continuously ejecting a familiar dense clear substance. Then the scene turned weird as shadows began moving about in the dimly lit pool. He then saw one materialize in the form of some alligator type creature, that floated up behind one of the men and gently wrapped a massive arm around his chest and put a cradling hand over the bulging belly. The creature then made subtle movement that made the man audibly moan, before going silent and the clear substance began coming out of his mouth. The pair then floated away and disappeared into the dim gloom of the surrounding water, before more gator creatures appeared and took a man for their own personal breeding pleasure. Warren then felt a very large arm come across his chest, as a hand cupped his own round belly and he felt smooth leathery skin rub up against his back side. He then felt a large cock push in between his ass cheeks and then plunge on in over his prostate in one smooth motion, triggering him to moan.

It kept sinking deeper and stimulated him to begin cumming, as it finally gained access to his guts and began dumping a familiar feeling dense substance inside his belly. He then felt what was already inside him move, before feeling it travel on up his throat and out his open mouth in maple flavored ripples. He was now being bred and used by a gator, like he was the creature's own personal fuck toy. Then something clicked inside his mind and told him this was his new purpose in life and this is where he belonged, as he felt a slight tug and the gator took him away. The world around him then began quickly growing less dim, as the gator disappeared. The surrounding water was quickly replaced with the sensation of laying on cotton sheets. The liquid current replaced with the wind of a morning breeze. Warren began moving his arms around and then rubbed at his eyes, before slowly opening them. Before his vision even had a chance to adjust, he felt a mild tap at his shoulder. The man opened his eyes and looked straight up at a familiar large hard cock hovering right over his mouth. He then focused on the bearded face beyond it and a hand holding up a rather large phone with an attached thick antennae. This other man rotated his wrist and wobbled it in midair just beyond his cock.

“Someone has been trying to reach you twice already. I'm guessing it is likely work checking up on you." He said and chuckled, before handing the satellite phone down to Warren. “I will get the shower outside running so we can both get cleaned up. I remember you mentioning something about supplies to pick up last night. Don't need to be smelling like all-night-man-sex to the delivery boy."

The burly man then disappeared out of site, just as Warren raised himself up onto his elbows and yawned. He got a brief glimpse of the burly man's hairy ass, before he disappeared beyond the open french doors. Warren sighed and accessed the log history, to return the call.

“Good morning. Logistics Department. How can I help you?" Came the immediate response.

“Checking in for equipment delivery." Warren answered.

“Please input employee ID number." He punched in his code.

“Very good. Is the previously filed location for the field drop off still valid?"

“Yes."

“The ETA on package arrival is 7 AM your time."

“Good. My lodging is a bit far from town."

“We appreciate you checking in and as always, follow all proper field studies procedures."

“Any additional or new instructions?"

“None have been delivered. Thank you for calling Logistics and have a pleasant day."

The communication was then terminated.

“Shower is ready." Warren heard his host announce loudly from outside the bedroom.

He got himself elevated enough to scoot across the huge oversize bed, then raised to his feet and walked out the french doors. The man had to shield and squint his eyes, to vaguely see where to go. A hand then gently gripped his forearm and guided him towards some running water.

“Just a few more steps. Put your one hand here." The host advised him and guided one of hands down onto a metal rail.

The lighting then finally dimmed and became tolerable enough to open his eyes up more. The white tiled outside shower area was generously sized and could easily accommodate four men at one time, with a little room to spare. Spots of morning sunshine dotted the one wall, as it filtered through the branches of the overhead shade tree. He noticed only two of the four showers heads had water running from them and it's temperature wasn't set all that warm. This actually suited him just fine. His host then let go of his forearm and walked over to the one shower head and began to immediately soap himself up. He briefly looked back at Warren and pointed towards a square recessed area holding a bar of soap. Both men nodded to each to other and the soap was then grabbed. Once they got each other thoroughly lathered up, they decided to get up next to each other and wash each other's back. They also made sure each other's entire crotch area was sufficiently clean as well. After both washed out their short hair and beards, before getting rinsed off, the host pulled Warren into a big sensual bear hug.

“I really enjoyed last night and hope we can do it again soon." He spoke softly into an ear.

“How about tonight or later today?"

“Hmm. I think I might know a spot for later. Does fucking outdoors bother you?"

“Not at all. Like doing it in the water too."

“Perfect. We can play after your work then. Stay put. I'll get the towels."

Both gave each other a pat on the back and chuckled, before the host turned off the shower water and walked out into the morning sun beyond the shower open air shower room itself. Warren's better adjusted eyes could now see more and noticed they were right next to the house and only a few steps form the french doors to the bedroom. The outside itself drastically contrasted with the interior and had the look it had been beaten severely by a few storms, with wood siding that could maybe use a couple coats of fresh paint. He was curious as to why it was left in this neglected condition, while he remembered the interior looking brand new and very clean. His host then reappeared with two rather large red brown towels draped over both shoulders, then tossed one of them over to a hand that caught it effortlessly in the air. The big burly man then walked back into the shower and offered to dry his back, while Warren worked on the rest of himself.

“For someone that is a little on the stocky side, you sure do move well and have great reflexes."

“Tried getting rid of the belly, but it refuses to go away and is easy enough to work around. Just can't bend over to touch my toes. Can still see my own cock though, so no complaints there." Warren observed of himself, before bending over to dry his spread legs. “Looks like you handle your own weight and belly pretty well too. Must do a lot of moving around on the usual boat tours."

“Oh yeah. My work makes me stay plenty physical. No worries there."

Once Warren straightened up, his host was standing in front of him and ready to take his towel.

“How long have you been doing these tours?"

“Since I started doing them with my daddy as a young man. It's kind of a family tradition."

“Was your dad's name maybe Peter too?"

“No. I know it's like a common thing with father and son businesses in these parts, but it's not our thing. His name was Jordan."

“Will we possibly run into him today?"

“Oh, I think it is likely. You picked one of our yearly slow times."

Peter then turned and walked away through the french doors with the used towels. Warren stepped out into the sun and let it finish drying him off. Everywhere he turned his head and looked through the thinning morning fog, he saw either more trees with hanging Spanish moss or water peppered with floating algae blooms. He couldn't see any sign of solid land beyond the nearby edge of what the house itself was sitting on. Warren then decided to lean against a nearby weathered wooden column and looked up at the white overhead second story porch roof, that appeared to be as new as the interior. The black metal of the large hanging light looked like it was recently painted as well.

“It's a work in progress. Pop will be retiring soon and decided to get some personal projects started." Peter commented from behind the man. “The house has been needing some touch ups here and there." He finished and then handed Warren his clothes.

The host himself was already dressed, but had different clothes on this time. Instead of the denim shorts and t-shirt form last night, it was a dark green t-shirt and tan bib overalls, to match the tan cap on his head. A quick glance down spotted dark green shoes, peppered with holes and had an alligator logo where the heel strap connected on them. While Warren was putting his own tan colored field studies clothes back on, he noticed two things missing.

“Did you happen to see where I dropped my jock strap and boots?" He asks Peter.

“Won't need either one where we are going." The other man replied. “The location you showed me on the map is still quite muddy. Your boots will just turn into heavy weights and eventually get pulled off your feet. The humid conditions will make wearing your underwear a miserable and uncomfortable chaffing experience."

Warren's sense of humor kicked in and delivered a clever challenge.

“So I go bare foot then?"

“Only at the site you picked out. In between here and there, you get to wear these."

Peter then pulled out of the two huge side pockets of his bib overalls one shoe each that matched what he was wearing on his feet. He waited for Warren to slip them on and then motioned to follow him around the house, until they were at the front that the man barely remembered from the previous night. Both then walked away from it and towards the elevated boardwalk over the water and air boat docked beside it. Peter grabbed a hold of a thick black cable and gave the spot he had in his two hands a quick firm twist, before pulling two severed pronged ends apart and tucking one away on a hook under the boardwalk. The other end was capped, then set in place with a metal clamp mounted on the air boat's trellis frame.

“So where is the rest of the motor?" Warren felt compelled to ask, after spotting another feature that was different from the air boats he knew.

“You are looking at it. Completely electric and runs off the battery pack setting at the bottom under where we ride." Peter assures him and points at the massive black box that took up the whole area where the trellis frame was bolted to the hull.

Warren then took an offered hand and stepped on board the boat, then sat down at the front bench seat. Peter stepped up into the pilot seat and handed his guest a pair of ear protectors.

“Don't electric motors make much less noise?" He inquired while holding them in his hands.

“True, but it is only half of the noise. The huge fan behind us is the rest of it. Some people are fine with it… some people are not."

Warren just shrugged and put them on, before hearing the muffled buzz of the fan and then it's roar as the boat began to move forward away from the dock. Once they were moving at a steady pace over the water, the man began panning his head around and tried to figure out what path was taken to the house during the previous day's evening. The problem was everything looked too much alike to an outsider like him. He would get an occasional tap on the shoulder and then have his gaze directed by a pointing finger towards an animal near or right on the water. He was genuinely pleased with what he saw and began pondering the possibility of maybe moving out of the city, closer to the swamp. Warren then spotted a familiar collection of buildings, with attached boat docks in the distance. Near one of those buildings was a white van with a familiar corporate logo. He could see a simple tan dressed courier get out and walk to the back, after exchanging a confirmation wave. By the time the fan motor was switched off, before letting the boat drift up and then get secured to the dock, the courier was already halfway to them, carrying two large rugged looking black cases that had the same corporate logo on them.

“Well shit. Good thing we got our morning stuff out of the way. It seems someone is in a hurry to get this job done." Peter observed, after both removed their protective ear gear.

“To say they are eager to see what results my field testing will yield is an understatement."

“Is he tagging along or just delivering?"

“Corporate won't let me do this alone. So yes… he is coming along."

“What if you and I decide to have a little fun out in the field."

'Shouldn't be a problem. Him and I have done a lot of remote field studies and took advantage of the remote locations to have a little fun of our own."

“Aside from him being a little on the slim side, he looks to be just as hairy as you or me."

“One of many things I like about him as a proven field assistant. He may not have the belly, but he is a bear through and through."

“Does he like his meat big?"

“Definitely."

“We probably should make sure he gets properly prepared for the trip, before we leave here."

“If you are referring to underwear, he don't wear it."

“Okay then. I should have a spare pair of shoes for him, once we get to our destination."

Both then watched the tan black haired man approach the boat and stood up to greet him. once the man was right by it at the dock. Warren watched as the material of his tan shorts slightly flex under the influence of his own shaft shifting a bit and getting a little firm. He was not at all surprised. Peter was exactly the type of man his field assistant fantasized about and lusted after in porn videos featuring such big burly men. Warren was pretty sure Peter noticed and said nothing, as the big burly man stepped down from the pilot seat and waited for the field assistant to set down the containers, before greeting the man.

“Morning. The name is Peter. I will be the pilot and guide for the your little field trip today."

“Morning. The name is Stewart sir and thank you for lending your services."

Peter did indeed spot the subtle motion in the man's shorts and allowed his own large cock to inflate a little inside his overalls, allowing it to push out the material a little while greeting the man. He was quite sure the motion was spotted and caught Stewart briefly dart his eyes downward.

“Go ahead and have a seat. I need to go make a quick phone call and then will get the cargo loaded for you."

“Thank you."

With help from Warren, Stewart carefully stepped down into the boat and then sat down with him on the passenger bench, before giving the man a polite nudge.

“You could have at least warned me this guy was a hot daddy bear with a nice belly on him. I even took a quick glance, to see the crotch of his overalls bulge a little. He is definitely packing and bet he would fill me up nicely." He whispered.

“I just met him yesterday and he was all that was available on such short notice. Picking him was definitely not intentional."

“Where did you stay for the night?"

“His place."

“Really. Any more to that story?"

“Nothing crazy. He simply plowed me in a sex sling with his beer can cock. So yes, he is packing a lot of meat on him."

“Fuck. Is there any chance I can book lodging there too. Corporate is only in a hurry for the test results. Not us getting back."

“I'm pretty sure he would say yes."

“Is he a top or a bottom?"

“I actually didn't ask. He certainly knows how to fuck a man and milk that prostate with his cock. Made me cum without touching myself."

“Yeah. Definitely want to spend the night with you two tonight."

Warren and Steward spent the rest of the brief waiting time going over the field study itinerary. True to his word, Peter was not long and was already back on board with the large black cases.

“Be sure and put your ear protectors on. We will be going at full speed once we clear the local area and then head down one of the express waterways." Peter announced, before engaging the fan motor and started steering the boat out of the makeshift local harbor.

“I actually expected this thing to be louder." Steward observed with a raised voice and accepted the ear protectors handed over to him by Warren.

“It's an electric motor."

“Really. It actually cranks out that much horse power?"

“Oh yeah. You will see."

Peter treated Steward to the same guided tour scenario, as earlier with Warren, and was genuinely pleased to see the man being just as positively receptive and thrilled about what he saw along the way to the express waterway. He then gave both a rather firm tap on the shoulders and motioned for them to secure the safety belts, before gradually increasing the throttle and guiding the boat clear of the immediate swamp forest. Both men up front got a personal thrill, once they experienced just how fast the air boat could travel in the more open area dominated by water grass. Even though it was one of the slower tourist periods, they were passed by two other air boats traveling the opposite way with their passengers. Occasionally a rather large alligator would be spotted, before it swiftly dived under the water. Then came the moment for the thrill ride to end and the boat to resume normal cruising pace, as Peter guided it off the waterway and into another swamp forest area. After a bit of travel, the two men up front pointed towards something large and metallic in the distance. It was another air boat just like the one they were riding. The big burly man switched off the engine once they were in coasting distance of it and steered the boat to run it's front end up onto the muddy bank next to it's twin.

“The phone call I made earlier, was to get in touch with pop about this area. I suspected the heavy rain from yesterday possibly made conditions pretty muddy." Peter commented after getting down form the pilot seat, then stood to visually survey the immediate area. “Hope neither one of you mind going bare foot. Not even our fancy alligator slippers will be much good here today. The mud in some spots will just grab and then yank them right off your feet."

“Not our first time compromising to get a field study assignment done." Warren assured him.

“We even tackled one wearing just our shorts." Stewart added. “It was just too damn hot and humid that day… kind of like how today is already feeling now." He concluded and pinched the front of his wet shirt, to shake it a bit in the air.

“Feel free to shed more if you have to, once we are at the coordinate location Warren showed me. It's on Pop's private land, so there won't be anyone else but us around to do the work. The morning fog you see in the distance within the trees will also be helpful for maintaining privacy."

“We will keep that in mind." Warren commented before getting up and shedding his own sweat soaked shirt.

“I'll grab one of the containers and test the terrain." Peter volunteered, before strategically shedding his own sweat soaked t-shirt and then removed it from right under his overall straps.

The big burly man then slipped off his shoes and grabbed one of the containers, before carefully stepping over the low edge of the boat and onto the muddy ground below it. He quickly set the container down inside the boat and rolled up the legs of his overalls, before picking the container up again and walked away towards the fog shrouded trees.

“The mud is not sloppy wet. So no risk of slipping and falling. Your feet will sink into it a little though. From the looks of your calves, I think you two can handle it." He called back over his shoulder.

Stewart unlaced and slipped off his boots, then got up and shed his shirt. Warren volunteered to carry the other container, then slipped off his shoes and carefully stepped over the boat edge onto the ground. He noticed that Peter stopped at the treeline and was patiently waiting for them. Once the third man was out of the boat and walking their way, The big man resumed walking and led the way into the morning fog, while maintaining a slow pace that insured they stayed together.

“Is there some kind of fruit or something sweet growing nearby?" Stewart asked.

“You noticed the fog." Peter answered vaguely.

“What does the fog have anything to do with fruit?" Warren asked.

“The sweet scent comes from the fog itself. Smells a little like that special sort of marmalade people up north eat during breakfast."

“You mean maple syrup?"

“That is the one."

“Any particular reason why it has this scent?"

“We didn't find any specific plant that made it and it doesn't come from any mold. It does however get pretty strong around the survey location you have labeled Site A. There is a large fenced off pool of water near there, that is the source for the fog itself. Once the fog dissipates, the scent goes away. It is either the water itself or something in the water. The pool is kind of a special place to the family, thus why it is fenced off to keep any unwanted visitors out of it."

“Why is it special?" Stewart asked, after briefly stopping to make a quick personal adjustment in his shorts.

“Down near the bottom is an entrance to a submerged cave. It's really pretty in there."

It was then Warren's turn to briefly stop and make his own personal adjustment, getting a smirk from his workmate while stopping along with him. The moment both of them looked back forward, they noticed Peter stop briefly and reach through the open side of his overalls. Judging from how much of his arm went in and it's obvious subtle movement, he too was making an adjustment of his own.

“One more thing." The big man announced past his shoulder. 'Feel free to make whatever adjustments you need in your pants to keep walking. This sweet smelling air has a way of giving you a stiffy that does not go away until the fog is gone."

All three chuckled a bit and then resumed walking further into the fog shrouded area.

“How long does the fog stick around?" Stewart asked.

“A couple more hours. Once we get to your Site A, it's probably best to completely loose the shorts. That way you can focus on your work, without being distracted by the fabric persistently rubbing against your wood."

“It's not like anyone will be able to see us in this stuff anyway." Warren chimes in.

“Pops is going to meet us at Site A. I will then lead whichever one of you that will be going to Site B. It is way too easy to get lost in this morning fog. Don't want any of you walking up on some gator and accidentally invade his personal space, then get a chunk taken out of you."

“Yeah, neither one of us is wanting to write that incident report in addition to the usual stuff."

The fog itself eventually became so dense to even make Peter's visage look slightly faded and everything beyond the immediately seen trees invisible. Then those seemed to disappear, after the man took a few more steps forward and then stopped.

“Okay. We are here. Does the container I am carrying stay?" He asks, after turning around.

“I will be going on to Site B and have the stuff right here." Stewart replies and raises his own.

“Good then. Wait right where you are, while I help Warren find a decent spot to setup his stuff." Peter requested and then led the way further into the fog shrouded open area. “This is where you keep your eyes to the ground and mind where there is no muddy dirt. Stay on the path and just follow me."

The big burly man waited a bit and then reached up to quietly release one of the overall straps, then switched hands with the container he was carrying and just as quietly released the other strap. He then used his free hand to hold onto the released front flap, to help hold up his overalls. Warren behind him was beginning to find it difficult to walk any further and stopped briefly to take off his shorts, letting his hard throbbing cock bob freely in front of him. No longer than it took for him to do the task, Peter had walked far enough ahead in the fog to actually disappear.

“I don't hear you being so close anymore. Just follow my voice. We are finally here."

Although the sun had no way to effectively penetrate the fog, it's summer heat was already felt.

“Good grief. I only stopped for a moment to slip off my shorts."

'That's alright. Once I noticed you had fallen behind, I decided to stop and shed my overalls as well. Damn things were already becoming a distraction."

Both men chuckled, just as the visage of Peter came back into view ahead on the path. The combination of the walk through the mud and the humid air, had forced Warren to progressively suck in more of the air around him. By the time he stepped up next to the big burly man, he found himself becoming very aroused. Seeing the other man stand there while stroking his beer can thick meat, caused his thoughts to quickly migrate in the direction of sex. Peter was looking right back at him and grinning, before reaching forward to grip Warren's throbbing shaft with a lubed hand and began stroking it, getting a soft moan of approval in response. He reached up with a hand to bring their faces closer and then crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. His cock began feeling really good, as a familiar ambient warmth began engulfing his cock and made it drip. Peter then broke the kiss and brought his lips to an ear.

“Pops is actually coming here and my ears can tell he is only a few steps away." He whispered. “I'll bet he is already naked and stroking his own thick meat, while watching us. The work can wait until after the fog is gone. Might as well let the old man introduce himself and fuck you full of his load. That way I am free to get your buddy to Site B and make him a happy filled fuck toy too."

“Fuck yes. Fuck him real good first." Warren whispered back into an ear of his own.

Peter just chuckled and stepped back and smiled, before pointing to where he left the container and then walked past Warren back towards Stewart. A shadow then materialized within the fog further ahead on the path, to reveal another man just as hairy and burly as Peter. Aside from all his hair being gray, he almost looked like a carbon copy of the other man. This included the beer can thick cock that was bobbing in front of him, as he walked right up to Warren and put large hands on the sides of his head, before pulling him into an aggressive tongue plunging kiss of his own. He intentionally made sure they stood close enough for their two cocks to bob and rub together. It felt like this burly man's shaft was rather liberally lubed with that same warming stuff that was on Peter's hand. The bigger man then broke the kiss and gave Warren a hug, crushing their throbbing shafts between the connecting bellies. It was then noticed something was attached and dangling from above the man's elbow.

“What is this for?" Warren had to ask, while moving his fingers over what felt like a pair of diving goggles to him.

“That is for the special place. I'm going to fuck you and fill you there."

“Like underwater?"

“The best way to do it with my son and I. No gravity to get in the way. You just float in front of me on your back and my cock stays buried in you for a long time."

“Okay. But where is the rest of the gear. Don't we need it.

“The masks do all the work."

“This I have to see to believe."

“Good man. Just stay close to me. The family pool area is just up the trail. The name is Jordan."

Both men separated, before the older one turned around and began walking away. Warren was quick to grab the container and then catch up to him. Just when he thought conditions with the fog couldn't get any more intense, the potency of the scent in the air began rapidly climbing. He found it increasingly more difficult to think about anything else but needing to fuck the ass right in front of him or having that beer can cock fuck him senseless. Either one would do and maybe finally make his cock stop throbbing so much. At least the path was easy to follow again and required very little focused thinking to find it in between the returning nearby trees. After walking a little further the trees quickly disappeared and the path reached a branching point, splitting off in opposite directions. Beyond the divide was something that resembled a tall yard hedge that was in bad need of grooming. Jordan walked up to it. then reached into the greenery for something. Warren then heard a heavy metallic click, before Jordan looked back at him with an approving nod.

“I take it we are here and that was the… gate for the fence?"

“Yup. We are here." Jordan confirmed.

The big burly man then grunted a little and shifted his body a little, before a metallic sliding sound was heard and then the greenery vertically parted in front of him. It didn't look like anything was being damaged and torn, as a massive vine shrouded metal gate swung onto the path. Warren was not sure what to say about such an impressive display of profound physical strength. The metal sounded quite heavy and he judged the moving section to be eight foot by eight foot square, with a thickness greater than a man's hand is wide.

“After you." Jordan invited and grinned.

“Ass before cock?" Warren teased.

“It usually works that way."

Both chuckle as Jordan follows him through the opening and then closes the gate behind them. Warren briefly stopped, out of consideration that he couldn't see where the pool edge was beyond the immediate visible shrubbery inside the protected enclosure. He then felt the big burly man walk right up behind him and the head of the man's hard cock push at the crack of his ass, before feeling hands come down on his shoulders and a beard brush past an ear.

“How about we get started right here. Get you primed up and at least one load out of you."

Warren said nothing and just pushed back, allowing the cock to part his ass cheeks and push up against his pulsing anal entrance. The cock itself was liberally lubed with that same stuff as earlier with Peter, while a familiar sensual warmth began engulfing his ass. He then leaned his head back against a shoulder as a thick hairy muscular arm wrapped across his chest.

“Mmm. Someone definitely needs to be stuffed with a thick wet sausage and I have one just the right size to make you cum like you are pissing." Jordan whispered possessively into his ear.

“Fuck yes." Warren replied and reached a hand back to stroke Jordan's thick hairy neck.

The big burly man gently took the case out of his other hand and let it drop softly to the side of the path, before returning it to Warren's chest and then began to slowly push forward with his hips. Both men softly moaned with approval, as thick pulsing flesh pushed inside of warm ass. Jordan kept the pace slow and sensually rubbed his hands all over Warren's chest and belly, while pushing onward over the pulsing prostate inside the man's anal cavity.

“So big."

“Yes it is."

“More."

“Can do."

Jordan pushed a little further, then stopped just as the bottom of his cock head moved past the prostate. He then began releasing his special load at a simple trickling pace, before dragging his cock back across the pulsing organ. Warren gasped and then groaned at the dual sensation, of both a prostate massage and the familiar warming sensation beginning to spread inside him. The thick meat pulled almost completely out and then pushed in again, continuing to release the special substance with intent to thoroughly lube and saturate the anal cavity.

“Feels so good." Warren observed and then closed his eyes.

“I intend to please. Now enjoy the ride and feel free to cum as much as you want."

Jordan pulled back out and then again slightly faster, before adopting a decent slow sensual breeding pace. He wanted to make the man feel so much pleasure, that the only thing he could think about was the sex. A large hand then ventured down and began squeezing on the man's throbbing cock, as the much thicker one inside him started thrusting into him a little faster.

“Cum for me my fuck toy. Cum for me now."

The combination of everything delivered exactly that for Warren, as he felt that familiar surge go through his mind and body. His cock then spasmed and shot his load straight out away from them in multiple large ropes, He almost collapsed to the ground from the intensity of the orgasm itself.

“I got you sweetheart. Just stay with me and keep riding it out. It gets better."

Just as Warren's mind began to rapidly fog over with lust, he had a brief structured thought about being overstimulated, with the huge sausage continuing to thrust inside him. He even had brief concern, that soon evaporated when he noticed his cock continued to throb in Jordan's hand and the need to cum was still there. He was not exactly sure how to feel about that, but was not complaining about the complete absence of the expected discomfort associated with over stimulation.

“That's it. Just stay relaxed. You will love what comes next."

The huge cock inside Warren then began to thrust a little faster and began venturing slightly deeper with each plunge. He was loving the intense sensual treatment so much, that he began slightly thrusting back himself.

“Oh. Fuck toy is eager to shoot another load. Let's see if we can help him out with that."

Jordan began releasing a stronger flow of his special load and began to flood the man's anal cavity. Warren felt the ambient warmth rapidly spread outward and consume his entire crotch. It felt both familiar and amazing. He wondered if this meant he would end up with another bulging belly… like back at Peter's house? Did that really happen? Those questions then quickly vanished as the thrusting speed increased and audible wet squelching soon carried through the air. The cock inside his ass was now kissing that special spot inside him, as if politely requesting access to his guts. Warren had no problem granting it and really wanted it to happen again.

“Go… ahead. Push it… on in. I… want it." Warren's struggled to say.

“I'll put in. Just be sure and cum with me. Deal?"

“D… Deal."

The beer can flesh then pulled back, then slowly and sensually pushed in further this time. Jordan could feel the inner muscle ring open up and let his thick throbbing flesh slide right on inside the man's guts. He felt the entire anal cavity convulse and milk him, as Warren had his second orgasm and audibly moaned through it. Jordan kept his end of the deal and let the flow of his own load pour into the man's guts at full force, then lowered his one hand to a belly that began to slowly distend from the added presence of his load. He looked down past Warrren's shoulder and watched as the cum rapidly transformed from white jets to a clear persistently rippling stream, that radiated with a familiar potent maple scent.

“It… f-f-f… feels… so…." The man started to say.

“Shh. Just keep riding it out. I told you it gets better. Just like pissing. But you are cumming."

Jordan then felt the man go a little limp in his arms and shudder, as his entire body got ravaged with what was possibly the most intense orgasm in his life.

“This is your new life now. Plus you will have a buddy to share it." The big burly man assures him with a kiss on the cheek. “I'll bet Peter is already balls deep inside him right now and pretty close to making his belly round with his load. Judging from what he told me on the phone earlier, you certainly liked it back at the house."

“Yes. M… More."

“Sure. Let's make your belly round again."

Both men simply stood there and breathed deeply of the infused air around them, as Warren's belly continued to inflate and gurgle. Jordan's keen hearing then heard two men approaching from beyond the enclosure. One of them was occasionally moaning softly and guessed he was the one named Stewart. He then heard his son speak, just as some leaves were rustled and the heavy metal latch of the hidden gate clicked.

“Don't worry about the trail of my special load leaking out of your ass. It won't hurt a thing. Think you can keep yourself steady just long enough for me to open this gate?"

There was only a moan in response.

“Good."

Jordan then looked over his shoulder and watched for signs of the two men to emerge.

“Thet path is a little more concealed in here. Just follow the outline of where the shrubbery is parted." Came the assuring words of Peter.

It was time.

“Here. Let's get you ready for going into the water." Jordan told Warren.

He then reached across the chest with his one hand and grabbed the two diving masks hanging from the other arm, then slid them off past it's hand. He then put that same hand back on the rounded belly and proficiently got one mask comfortably slipped onto the man's head with just the other hand, after doing the initial spit prep of the mask face shield. Warren himself barely recognized the presence of the mask, as he felt the load being dumped into him begin to seep into his stomach. The ambient warmth that was localized just around his crotch a moment ago, had now consumed almost all of his body and was beginning to travel down his arms. He could feel it creep up his neck and it's potent influence collapsing all structured thinking left in his mind. The man couldn't begin to talk coherently and was thinking of nothing else but to be filled with more of Jordan's load. Peter stepped up to the edge of the fog hidden pool with Stewart and grabbed the second diving mask from Jordan, then prepped and slipped it on the man's head. Both of the bigger men then nodded to each other and helped their guests carefully lower down onto their ass at the rocky edge that defined the hidden pool's physical boundary, before sitting down next to them and let their own lower legs drop into the water.

“Now this is where the truly amazing part happens." Jordan told Warren, whom somehow was able to process the words and understand them. “You get to plunge in and just let yourself drift on down to the bottom. More of our buddies are already waiting there with fuck toys of their own. We will be in right after you and then help guide you on into the cave to join them. Just remember the masks do all the work. You will not drown. None of us would let that happen to someone so important to us."

Both bigger burly men then gently helped Warren and Stewart scoot off the edge and fully plunge into the pool water, then watched as the men quickly sunk out of sight beyond the water surface. The water itself felt different than what either of the fully bloated men expected. It had a denser soothing touch to it and seemed to have a slightly warming presence as well. As gravity slowly took them down, the flow of it over their relaxed bodies felt like a sensual massage. It's flow over their hard throbbing cocks helped the influence of the sex syrup in their system to maintain a persistent state of arousal. The two men still had sufficient mental capacity to notice the lighting didn't go completely dark, as their feet touched the sandy bottom of the pool. Then just as their relaxed bodies were about to tilt and leave them horizontal on the pool floor, they felt very large leathery hands grip their shoulders and a much larger leathery presence make contact with their backs. Warren began having flashbacks to his dream and wondered if he was maybe dreaming again, as he felt pressure applied to his ass and warm lubed flesh pushed in between the ass cheeks.

One of the hands glided down over his pecs and the connected arm slid on across his chest in a sensual hug, as the other hand glided further down and cradled his round belly. The lubed flesh then made contact with his anal entrance and effortlessly slid on inside his relaxed ass, releasing more familiar warm substance inside him. He heard a muffled moan nearby and figured it was Stewart getting deeply penetrated already by Peter. With that thought he felt the large cock glide on across his prostate and make contact with an attached curious feeling finger like appendage, that applied sufficient pressure to make him moan as well. The cock continued plunging deeper and touched his inside secondary entrance into his guts. He already knew the drill for this and reflexively relaxed to let the gator beast's cock glide on through it. The innards of his belly was treated once again to an expanding warming presence, as a fresh load was pushed into him and the existing load displaced via the sensation of feeling it begin to travel up his throat. That warmth that was creeping up his neck now consumed his head, destroying what remaining structured thought he had left. He felt the massive body behind him wiggle a little, as some of the sandy floor got disturbed a little by two moving tails, that began propelling the gators and their sex partners forward to a barely visible dark patch in the nearby rocky pool wall. The sex syrup in the two men's bodies began ejecting out between their lips in dense blobs.

The dark spot eventually resolved into being an entrance into an underwater cavern, that was illuminated all over the place, by lumpy cauliflower looking plants on the rocky wall that glowed. Had either man been coherent thinkers, they would have found both the size and beauty of the hidden place stunning. The lighting itself was sufficiently bright to show there were quite a few other gators floating around the large cavern and sex syrup bloated men of their own attached. A couple were just standing on the floor and appeared to be exchanging men between them, before pulling their syrup filled fuck toys down onto their cocks for continued filling. Eventually all gators present settled to the floor and continued pushing more of their special gift through the men's bodies, occasionally stopping and swapping sex partners. Sometimes two men were guided through the water and then pushed together in a sixty nine position, to begin sucking each other in the midst of their continuous sex syrup infused orgasm. Two of these men eventually ended up being Warren and Stewart. The sheer mind shattering intensity of feeling both pleasures at the same time completely wiped them of any remaining sense of self identity. Eventually there were no longer two men sucking on each other. Just two mindless fuck toys that existed to continuously cum and be filled by their gator hosts. They eventually lost all sense of time passing, as they drifted in and out of consciousness.

Warren was the first of the two used men to wake up. He found himself back out of the pool and laying naked on a huge beach towel. Looking straight up and seeing a clear view of the Spanish moss hanging from the branches above him was evidence the arousal inducing fog was gone now. His eyes then moved downward and saw that his belly had returned to normal and a familiar hairy arm draped across his crotch. He turned his head sideways and saw Jordan looking right at him with a grin.

“Welcome back to the land of the living. What did you think of your first special morning swim?" The big burly man asked him.

“Wait... I didn't dream that this time?" Warren asked a little surprised.

“It was very much real and we look forward to more with you and Stewart."

“How was any of that possible?"

“Those are answers that can wait for the moment. Don't you two have some stuff to do, now that the fog has cleared away? We will help."

“I'm not sure where to start with that either. Our work is very specific and looks for things most people don't see without special help from the equipment."

“Well, do the best you can to explain it in simple terms." Jordan encouraged, then raised his upper body to prop himself up on an elbow.

“Right." Warren hesitated, then rose to a sitting cross legged position to face his host. “Okay. Stewart and I are what our employer calls Environmental Impact Analysts. We travel weekly in a miles long radius around the perimeter of the operations facility, testing every aspect of the environment and make sure my employer is not adversely affecting it's stability. That way they can continue to do their job and not get someone in the government pissed, then threaten to suspend operations or worse… shut them down. As long as we keep doing our job and my employer keeps complying with established environmental regulations, everything is fine. Mind if I ask a couple questions."

“Sure."

“What exactly are you? What is lounging in front of me looks nothing like what just made me a mindless cum balloon down at the bottom of your private swimming hole."

“We simply call ourselves Gators and have been around a very very long time. Before there were animals with fur and before that giant rock slammed into the ground, nearly killing everything alive. We are very good at adapting and surviving. Acquiring the ability to take on human form is a recent trick of ours. Well, in the case of those of us alive now, it's kind of the reverse thing. That can be better explained later. Before you even ask, no… we don't eat you humans. We sure do love your chicken recipes though."

“Is there any actual purpose to you basically seducing men into being your fuck toys?"

“That also plays into our adaptation and survival strategy. We don't plan on going anywhere."

“In what way."

“What we fucked and filled you two with, also serves as a way of transferring huge chunks of knowledge between us gators." Peter chimes in, after emerging from a nearby path with Stewart right behind him and carrying one of the padded containers. Both were still naked as well. “It is meant to be as addictive and stimulating as you two just experienced earlier this morning. The more men we seduce and keep loyal to our cocks, the more working information we have about the outside world around us. We also like to talk about those things with the men we breed."

“This is also something else that can be explained with better detail later. The short version is us seducing men gives us allies in a changing modern world that seems to care nothing about what is important to us. Coming across men like you especially is a special discovery." Jordan added.

“Mind if I maybe take a crack at what you are explaining to us and maybe put it in better terms?" Stewart asks, after setting down next to Warren.

“By all means." Jordan invited with a slow sweeping hand.

“You target very specific types of men, that are likely to comply with your seduction. Due to the amazing experience they have with you, it guarantees they become your allies and part of an extended information network beyond whatever territory you gators live in. Some of those men come with an added bonus, if their occupation also has use for what ever plans you guys create to insure your continued survival. How is that so far?" Stewart suggests.

“Not bad at all." Peter compliments, before stepping over to the man and directing his head towards a hard ripping cock. Stewart accepts the reward and begins sucking.

“Yeah. That about sums it up right there." Warren adds, while watching his friend indulge himself with the oral sex. “Us men have needs and for those of us that are open to options, you Gators exploit that and give us pleasure unlike anything we can get anywhere else. It's effective."

Peter then gently nudges Stewart off his cock and gives Warren a comforting pat on the head.

“The moment us Gators heard about your employer sending men out this way, via our network of dedicated men, then saw who they picked. It was just a matter of setting the scene and letting you just walk right into it." he explains to Warren. “The company has a history of doing things that we Gators don't like. Having the capacity to know about any threats or danger before it happens, gives us time to prepare and react."

“Considering the fundamental ethics that drive your specific job, it was mutually decided among all of us that you two and possibly other employees, could be useful eyes and ears inside the company for us." Jordan adds. “We are not asking you to be full blown corporate spies. That would be too potentially dangerous for all of us. Just be our allies and in return we keep exposing you to this new life that will do nothing less than enhance you further as men. We know exactly what we are doing and have been doing it for as many centuries as certain overambitious humans have been utilizing potentially harmful assets for personal gain. We can assure you two that the human race is doing nothing we have not seen before in some form or another and thus know exactly how to deal with it, to insure our survival."

“So what do think?" Stewart asks Warren, after giving him a nudge on the arm.

“You know what? I can get there with what you Gators are doing here in the swamp. Just trying to live your simple life and using your unique assets to keep it safe. I think you got yourselves two more allies." Warren assess then extends his hand to be shaken.

Jordan raises to his feet and bends over to shake the hand, before straightening back up and puts the same hand behind Warren's head. He then pulls it in towards his own hard dripping cock, to seal the deal with a dose of his sex syrup going down the man's throat. Peter grabs Stewart's head for more oral pleasuring of his own and then cranes his head sideways, to meet Jordan's halfway. Their faces crush together in an aggressive lip munching passionate kiss, letting their moans join the two men sucking on their sex syrup producing cocks.