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"Country Music Sucks"

(Contains: Male, Anthro Characters, Anal Sex)

By Zerr

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CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual themes.

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Warning: In this story there is swearing, smoking and sex. Do not read if you are at work or have an aversion to the letter S.

The story begins in a medium-sized apartment. That's an arbitrary fact though, as it could be a large or small apartment, or even a bungalow and it wouldn't make any difference. But for the sake of simplicity, it's a medium-sized apartment.

In this apartment lived two friends and roommates. Kye was 22 year-old grey crocodile, with a height of six feet and weighing around 180 pounds. He had yellow eyes and no tail. He had a reddish soul patch on his chin of which he was quite proud, and if you asked him if the curtains matched the drapes, he would say yes.

Garth was a chubby, green gator. He stood roughly five feet and eleven inches tall, weighed about 200 pounds, and was 23 years old. His eyes were purple and he had a yellow belly (literally of course; he was no coward). He was tough-looking and often liked to tease Kye, the teasing often culminating in the two of them on the floor, wrestling. People often said he had a cute butt when he wasn't listening. He had neither curtains nor drapes.

The two reptiles had been friends since they met in high school, when they quickly developed one of those cliched friendships where both members tease and argue with each other constantly until someone writes erotic fan fiction about them.

They were very close; the fighting was more of a dominance thing than anything else. They fought to show that they cared for each other.

Kye and Garth didn't speak with their parents very often. Kye's parents were pretty much insane and Garth's were horribly embarassing.

Well, I could pull some more random backstory out of my arse, but I'm sure you have your hand on your dick waiting for the sex to happen. So, I suppose I'll just make up some more info later, if necessary.

Anyway, it was a cool, cloudy night. The windows were all open and the crisp fall breeze had made its way into the apartment. Both of the roommates had a tendency to feel overly hot, so they wore nothing but their underwear (Kye was garbed in boxers with silly designs on them, whereas Garth opted for simpler briefs, usually white ones) and enjoyed the cool air.

Kye was sitting on his bed, reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette while he listened to some country music on the radio, which was placed on his bedside table. He had the volume up so high that his roommate, Garth, could hear it in the next room. Garth, like many people, would rather have a fork shoved in his eye than listen to country music. He went down the hall and knocked on Kye's door.

"Come in," shouted Kye.

Garth opened the door and stuck his head in. "Turn off that damn country music!" he growled. "I'm sick of hearing about dead dogs!"

"Fuck you!" replied Kye.

"Here," Garth said, turning off the radio, "I'll even do it for ya. Ain't I nice?"

Kye took a puff of his cigarette and turned it back on. "Fuck off man," he said, "just 'cause you live here doesn't mean you own the place!"

"I own half!" retorted Garth, flipping the switch off once again.

"YOUR half," an irritated Kye said, once again turning on the radio.

"I can hear it in my half too!" cried Garth, exasperated. He turned it off once more.

"Then maybe," replied Kye, "you should invest in some earplugs." He flipped the switch on.

"That's it." Garth grabbed the radio and pulled the cord out of the wall. He exited the room.

Kye, fuming, took another puff from his fag, put it in his bedside ashtray, and ran after him. He followed Garth into his room and tackled him onto the ground. Garth landed on the floor with a loud thud and cried out, still holding onto the radio. He was on his stomach with his arms stretched in front of him, and Kye was sitting on his back with his knees touching the floor.

"Give it back!" roared Kye.

"No!" Garth said.

Kye reached out for the radio, which was a mistake as Garth rolled over and knocked him off his back. He climbed on top of him.

"It's gonna be one of those nights, is it?" Garth said with a grin, "You know you can never pin me down, you scrawny little shrimp!"

Kye was not scrawny. In fact, he had some nice defined musculature, but some chubs just love to call everyone else scrawny to feel better about themselves. Regardless, the grey crocodilian was irritated at being called a shrimp, and retorted: "Yeah, no surprise why YOU can pin me down, fatass."

Garth was not quite a fatass. He was in the middle between chubby and fat, but definitely not obese or anything because that wouldn't be sexy (well, maybe to some people, but not to me at least). Suffice it to say that sometimes it's fun to exaggerate other peoples' faults to bruise their ego and be the dominant one. This was one of those times, and it worked; the gator was pissed, and began, "Fatass!? Oh boy, you're gonna regret-" but he suddenly stopped talking and started laughing when Kye began to tickle him.

"Hahaha- haha- sto- stop it- hahaha- you fucker-"

The tickling gave Kye the upper hand in the fight, and he managed to squirm out from under Garth. He grabbed the radio, which Garth had dropped, and ran into his room. He had just placed the radio back on the night table when Garth attacked from behind, knocking Kye onto the bed and landing on top of him. Kye squirmed and struggled underneath Garth, who had grabbed his arms and was restraining them. They both got a little turned on by this, but it was just because they were close friends, right?

Kye kept struggling, and suddenly Garth let go. He looked back just in time to see Garth flail his arms comically, cry "Whoa!", and tumble off the bed onto his back. Kye took this chance to get back on top of Garth, but his grin turned into a look of worry when he saw Garth's face. He'd had the wind knocked out of him and looked in quite a lot of pain.

"Garth... you okay?" he said, concerned for his pal.

Before he knew what was happening, Garth had grabbed him, rolled over and pinned him down once again, this time putting Kye's hands down under his thick legs so that no tickling would happen. Having Kye at his total mercy, he began to taunt him.

"'Garth... you okay?'" he mimicked an enraged Kye. "I got ya there, didn't I?" he said with a smirk.

"You dick! I was actually worried about you!" Kye said, exasperated.

"Yeah, it was cute," Garth teased. Kye blushed a little at this. "But you deserved it for callin' me a fatass." Garth said.

Kye replied, "You called me scrawny first!"

Garth said, "Ah shaddap, everyone knows callin' someone skinny is way less of an insult than callin' 'em fat." The logic was undeniable.

Kye squirmed. "Maybe," he said, "but it's not like it was a lie. You're friggin' crushin' me right now, get off!"

"You call me fat twice and then you expect me to listen to you?" Garth feigned a wounded look. "My feelings are hurt."

"Whatever, Lardy McMayonnaise, get the fuck off before my lungs collapse!"

Garth flushed. "You little fucker! Stop callin' me fat!"

"Stop being fat!" replied Kye.

"You're asking for it!" growled Garth. "I think I'm gonna do what you did to me earlier!" He started tickling Kye.

"Hahahaha! No! Stop! Please!"

"You want me to stop, then tell me you're my bitch." Garth smiled evilly.

"W-what? Ahah! No! Hahaha!" Kye giggled. "Just stop! Please!"

"Say it," commanded Garth.

"No!" cried Kye in between laughs.

Garth said nothing but continued the tickling. Finally Kye gave in and said "Fine! I'm your bitch! Fuck off already!"

Garth stopped. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

"Oh come on man, fuck off," said Kye.

"I guess I'll have to tickle you again," Garth said.

"Fine, fine," Kye answered quickly. "I'm... your bitch." He angrily looked to the side when he said that.

"That's better," said Garth mockingly.

"Can you get off me now!?" Kye pleaded.

"Nope, not yet. You're my bitch now so you'll just have to wait." Garth shifted slightly and unknowingly rubbed his butt against Kye's groin, which caused the grey crocodile to stiffen a bit.

Kye started to flush and cast his eyes downward, toward Garth's crotch. He had never noticed how large he bulged in his underwear before. He silently panicked, hoping he wouldn't get an erection.

Garth shifted a bit more. "Weird, it feels like something's... moving..." Then a look of realization appeared on his face. "I- I'm giving you a boner!? Dude!"

"Y-you were rubbing your ass against my cock! Whaddya expect!?" Kye cried, blushing furiously.

"Uh... I didn't mean to!" said Garth, blushing as well. "Um..." He looked down.

"Now you have a hardon!" cried a surprised Kye.

"I-I can feel your cock growing beneath me! What do YOU expect!?" Garth replied, embarassed.

Kye heated up rapidly at this. He laughed nervously and said "Does... does that mean you think I'm hot?"

"Err... fuck it. Kye, I gotta admit, I had the hots for you ever since we met."

"What!? No way! You wanted in my pants all these years and you just tell me NOW!? Fuck!"

"H-huh? What do you mean?" Garth asked.

"Oh... I, uh... look, Garth, you're the only dude I've thought about for the last eight years."

Garth flushed. "You... you really mean that? But you're always calling me fat..."

"I only tease you 'cause I love you!" Kye said. Then, they both registered the words 'I love you' and blushed.

"I-I mean..." Kye began.

"I love you too!" Garth quickly blurted out.

They sheepishly smiled at each other.

"Kiss me," Kye said, looking into Garth's eyes. Without hesitation, their lips met passionately. Their hearts pounded as they kissed and they ran their hands along each other's bodies. Kye squeezed Garth's butt every so often and Garth rubbed Kye's back, their tongues dancing together. Kye rolled on top of Garth, and then pulled away. Then Garth gasped as Kye started licking his chest, then his belly, and soon made his way down to Garth's underwear, which he slowly pulled down. Garth watched Kye's expression, which became one of mild astonishment when the underwear was removed.

Garth's penis looked delicious - eight inches long and very thick. Kye's mouth started to water and he greedily began sucking. Garth was in heaven. He moaned in delight as Kye went down on him, the grey one's tongue expertly licking in all the right places. Kye had the perfect rhythm of jerking him until he was near climax and then sucking gently to keep him from cumming. After awhile, Kye started stroking him rapidly and ran a nail along his chest with his other hand.

"If you keep that up I-I'll cum," rasped Garth.

"Then I'll keep it up," Kye replied with a seductive smile.

Before long, Garth cried "Aaargh!"

Kye opened his mouth right above Garth's penis and let Garth cum inside. He jerked and licked Garth until he had milked every last drop of his cum.

"That... was awesome!" Garth panted happily.

"Good, so you'll be happy to return the favour," grinned Kye.

"Of course," said Garth, "so what way do you want me to fuck ya? Doggy style, on your side, reverse cowboy, piledriver?"

Kye's smirk disappeared. "What the fuck man, I'm not taking it up the ass!"

"Yes you are. You're my bitch, remember?"

"You fuckin' prick! Shut the fuck up!" snarled Kye.

Suddenly, Garth had grabbed Kye and lifted his body up, pushing him down onto the bed so that he was lying on his stomach, with his legs hanging off the side of the bed, his knees resting on the floor. Grabbing Kye's cheeks and spreading them, he slapped the smaller reptile's ass.

"Ouch! Stop it you- argh!" Kye's protests were cut off as he felt a dextrous tongue slide suddenly and unexpectedly between those cheeks. "Ugh..." He blushed and squirmed a bit at the invading tongue, his cock throbbing and oozing precum.

"F-fuck off Garth, I'm serious, I'm n-not your fuckin' bitch!" Kye stammered.

Garth ignored his pleas, getting up, grabbing Kye's arms and pushing his cockhead ever so slightly into the grey crocodile's tight tailhole.

"I'm gonna kill you Garth!" cried Kye, blushing furiously. Garth quickly pushed in the rest of his cock and started fucking him.

"Aah, aah, fuck!" cried the crocodile, gritting his teeth against the pain. Before long, however, Garth's deep thrusts started feeling surprisingly good to him. "Oohhhh..." He ground his hips back, letting in more of that meaty shaft.

"I thought you didn't like to take it up the ass," Garth observed. "Seems that you love being my little bitch after all!"

"Garth, you're a dick! I told you, I'm not your-" Kye began, but Garth started thrusting harder and the only thing Kye could do was moan.

"Let's try something else," said Garth, after a good few minutes of pounding. He rolled over, pulling Kye with him, and fucked Kye on his side.

"Oh, oh, fuck, yeah..." Kye groaned.

Garth reached around and started jerking off Kye. The rhythmic thrusts and rapid stroking from behind was too much to bear, and despite his best efforts Kye couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Ugh... Garth, I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too!"

"F-fuck!"

"Aah!"

The chubby gator shot his load into the crocodile's hole, milking semen from his friend with each deep pounding thrust. Garth's fucking slowed down as he emptied out the last of his cum. Grinning sheepishly, Kye noticed that he made quite a mess on the bed.

They got up, removed the cum-stained blanket and laid back down, cuddling, facing each other.

"Y-you fucker," Kye said, "Don't ever call me your bitch again."

"Until you can pin me down in a wrestling match, you'll always be my bitch."

Kye growled. "If I wasn't so tired, you would be on your knees with MY cock in YOUR ass."

"Dream on, buddy. I'm the man in this relationship," Garth grinned playfully. He didn't consider Kye any less of a man than him, but he did know how to push his buttons.

"You friggin' dickhead. Let's settle this later..." Kye sighed, exhausted. He snuggled closer, his head on Garth's chest.

"Kye... I love you." Garth said, smiling.

"I love you too, Garth," Kye replied. Garth hugged him tightly.

"Remember when we first met?" Garth said, "I spent the whole day staring at your crotch."

Kye chuckled. "I never noticed, I was too busy checking out your cute ass."

Garth said, "It's kinda sad. We spent over eight years secretly wanting each other. We could have been in a relationship that whole time."

"Maybe, but I don't know if a high school relationship would have lasted. So let's say we only lost three or four years. Still bad, but better," Kye replied.

"Yeah... I'm still pissed that I spent all that time pining for you without making a move."

"Don't worry. I didn't make a move either, 'cause I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."

Garth smiled. "Well, we will just have to make up the years we missed with lots of extra love and sex!"

Kye chuckled. "That's what I like to hear," he said, "and that 'extra sex' is gonna involve my dick inside you."

"W-whatever." Garth said, and Kye grinned when he detected a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"What I don't understand," Kye said, changing the subject, "is how someone with a name like Garth Brinks wouldn't like country music."

"Huh?" Garth was confused. "What does the name Garth Brinks have to do with country music?"

Kye sighed. "Never mind..."

THE END