Little time
Sex after months of deprival... enjoy it like no other!
The more I think about it, the more I don't want this to go further. But here I am, seated and waiting just outside the large warehouse, wanting and waiting to hear him huff and puff when lifting those heavy crates, working out those powerful muscles over and over again.
"Next two..." His thick voice beaconed from inside. "And this is over."
I nodded even knowing he couldn't see me, I simply didn't want anyone else to hear me. All the time I've spent here waiting, I felt looked down, glared at... watched. Even the curious eyes of his young foster bear brother looked accusing, his once innocent stare gone with whatever people lashed out on my people. For a second there I wished the world would just work like the cogwheels I was forcing myself to stare at for the past two hours, all cooperating without interest on whom the others were. But even time seemed against me, the clock in the far corner of the machine room mockingly told me my time... our time, was running out.
But he came to meet with me again, he looked for me unaware that I was seated mere three feet behind him. His sweat covered green scales did nothing to hide the galore of muscles his V-shaped back held, his bulging arms moved with rugged grace each time he'd turn from left to right, and right to left again, just as much as his thick tail lashed out with almost uncontainable power... that tail, something none other could say they ever owned before, and maybe there would never be another.
"Down here."
And he turned to me, his yellow eyes full of life even if they look tired, his physical presence as imposing as ever.
"Juan!" He beamed a smile at me, I missed you so much it said, I can't wait to hold you again it said. But this was neither the place nor the time.
"Let's get going."
I could feel the people around turn their heads from whatever they did to keep themselves feed and look at me, watching my every step, carefully glaring for whatever I could place a hand on... almost like what I am or what I stand for was a malady I could transmit by touch. But I hardly care, in time they'll see...
It had been raining cats and dogs for the better part of the day but now the stormy rain had become a sleeting, and the temperature was dropping quickly... that started to worry me, I didn't want Carlos' cold blooded scaly ass to freeze. I motioned for my "bull" alligator to wait while I fetched my truck as near as possible to the warehouse as I can, once close I could see him speaking to Roger, the little bear seemed nervous, I didn't know whether he shivered to the blistering cold or for whatever could happen to his older brother.
I felt my heart skep a beat and then rush faster. What if he decides to stay with the bear? He was charged with keeping an eye on his after all. But no, he rushed for my truck and a smile formed in my face. I held the passenger door open for him, he jumped in and closed the door behind him... he snorted then.
With his snout and body covered in frost and humid he started to shiver. "Fuck..." He let out.
I contained my desire to hug him, to dry him with my own fur, I deeply wanted to hold him... but one must be mindful, I could still feel those leering eyes on our backs. And I didn't want my gator to have yet another load on him, much less coming from the bastards that have him overworking... after all, it was my duty to give him the all the loads he could ever need.
Once I started the car and were past their eyesight he started, first leaning on me, innocently at first... trying to warm himself with my body, dearching for my heat... something I was always happy to provide. But then I started to smell his arousal and my cock started to swell with life of its own, started to do the thinking for me. Silently the alligator began to kiss my shoulder and lightly bite on my arm's exposed orange and black fur...
"Not yet, buddy." But I had to stop him. "We don't want to crash now, do we?"
We needed to wait... NO! We needed to arrive somewhere... -the motherfucker began to lick me- and fast.
The room smelled just as it looked, old... rancid... musty. But we didn't care, we entered lightly trying not to make too much sound. Trying not to gather attention... I led Carlos inside while I closed the door, already chuffing with anticipation.
"Get those off." I ordered.
Yeah, I ordered, but there was little time, little time and so much to do, so much to satisfy. Once the door's latch clicked behind me, I didn't wait for him to get that sweaty shirt off... why let him when I could rip it off to expose his scaly back and rump? Why let him walk to the dusty bed when I could guide him there?
"Eager are we?"
He chuckled.
It had been months, eager felt like an understatement. But here we were now, me unbuckling my lover's scruffy shorts to expose his bulging sex, to feel it and roughly squish it to make him groan while I kissed his solid shoulders and raked on his toned pecs.
I could hear him bellowing lightly and feel his entire being shaking when I cupped and tugged his sac; heavy and burning it felt...
"Not having much action, eh?"
He didn't answer, he needn't to. I pushed him to bent him over the bed and started undressing myself, with a croc-y smile he watched as my displayed my furry self to him, off went my damped shirt, exposing my white broad chest and slight belly, off were the pants and boxers, exposing for him my stripped legs and bushy groing and the throbbing spiky cock that was soon to be buried inside him. He stared at me from there in bed, looking up and down from my eyes to my pre-ing cock, waiting just like the first time we bedded. He presented himself feet well grounded on the floor, paws and elbows propelling him on the mattress... and how coulf I leave without mention that thick tail raising and lashing, showing with each movement what was mine to claim.
I growled.
I squeezed my cock, collecting whatever pre it produced and got to my knees to bless my kitty nose with his scent and musk, strong after a day of hard work. I bit the base of his tail to allow me access, soon after he lifted it I licked eliciting a manly moan... That was quick. It usually took me half a round to hear him like that.
He was eager.
I let my sand paper tongue travel, tasting the salty sweat on his tail and down to his taint. My moistened appendage licked only once over to tease my waiting mate.
"Sssshittt..."
He arched his back and let my experienced paws to pry him open, two fingers wetted with my natural lubricant quickly began to survey the exposed hole, first only massaging it to allow me in. Slowly the crevice began to twitch and blink for my fingerpads, I pressed, probing at first, but soon I was let in. Carlos rumbled and grunted loudly, and almost instantly he pushed his mass against my finger, burring it to the knuckle and began to fuck himself with it, making his heavy balls sway with every thrust.
I watched in awe as the scaly beast impaled himself, using my finger to please his burning need; but as hot as it was I had to stop him. I bit again on the base of his tail. If I were to get in there he'd have to let me do my job, my free hand traveled over to his enorging shaft, the slick meatpole leaked just like ever, enough to make this whole ordeal the most pleasant ever, I began to milk my "bull" alligator, soon his hot pre-seed would have a better use than staining a dirty bed.
I stroked him, squeezing and sometimes scraping his cock with my naughty clenching and unclenching claws. He growled at the sensation and threw he head back in silent approval. With a new reserve I switched paws and resumed the activities, making sure to load the creamy liquid inside, this time, with two and then three fingers before starting to add my own saliva.
I let him feel my raspy tongue again, he dropped his head over the bed and his legs quavered. But I was just starting, I felt content enough for the time being with just hearing him growl and groan over how I lapped at his musky crack, and smell how much of his pre I made him produce. Pushing my head between his powerful tights I licked savoring his sweatened testes, and taking one and then another in my feline muzzle, rolling his golfballs gently with my tongue.
"Ufff..."
He huffed just like when working, exuding more of that fantastic musk and sweat for me to delight on. By the time my tongue left his balls to let them swing with his movements on my dutifully prodding fingers, I traveled the musky valley leading to his taint... I was starting to wind up, my need building but still managing.
Another switch.
My tongue replaced my fingers pushing inside and tasting his puckered hole, meanwhile my fingers began to moist on his leaking cock. I could taste his and my pre along his heat's in an indescribable flavor. I pushed deeper forcing a yowl and deep bellow of animalistic desireout of his lung. His cock throbbed and his tail trashed when my raspy appendage explored deeper and deeper into his tunnel, while my paws squeezed and tugged on his prick and balls.
I let him be for a second, let him regain his breath and simply simply circled my tongue on his cheeks, licking and nibbling and sometimes biting on his scaly muscles, loving our combined scents polluting the room's air.
"I'm... ready." He said between deeply and sonorous breathes.
Hotly and slowly I departed from his anal ring with a lick that traveled up to his lower back. I stared at him. There was this fire in his eyes, part of what I missed him for so much.
"I want you on your back."
I wanted this memory to last, I wanted his pleased face carved in my mind. I wanted his seed prayed all over his ripped body.
I helped him turn over and rest himself over the bed, feeling each straining muscle, savoring the moment like not ever before, feeling his weight and his scales on my pads before I started to massage his chest and leaned to plant in his muzzle our first kiss of the night. We started slowly, feeling our lips joining together and dancing carefully and tenderly... before we stared to invade each other's cavities, trying to steal as much heat from one another, battling for the right to intrude into the other and massage the moistened walls, fighting to taste the other more.
But as every good thing in life our kiss ended, leaving us both breathless, gasping to regain our strength. But I didn't wait, why use my mouth to breath when I had my nose? Why gasp for air when I could kiss my way down his chest and abs and that long, thick meatpole looking so inviting yet so alone? I stared at it reminding myself of the times I had in my mouth and began to salivate, I picked my mate's length and sheepishly looked at him, I let my hot breath bath its head... waiting for him.
He nodded.
First lick and he groaned and shot a spurt of pre, yeah... that's what a kitty cat's tongue usually does. I kissed his head before trying my licking again, this time he was more resilient. I licked my lips before diving into his musty hot pelvis, I began to slowly descend his length savoring its glistening salty topping and exchanging it with my own secretion, suckling on each inch and eliciting a hiss or a grunt or a gasp, all of appreciation, all with much ease. Next came the hard part, I reminded myself to start gulping so his cock gets past my uvula, my moving throat made him buck into me but I allowed.
Once done and feeling a new pressure from my increased sucking, he groaned and pushed me further into his groin, I let him be... for now, he groaned and grunted, pumping to meet my descending muzzle each time I bobbed up and down his slick meat, soon his speed increased and began to practically facefuck me with savage might, I kept suckling and sucking, and purring and chuffing so my vibration would get him where he most wanted. Letting my tongue slitter and lick, even scratching his sex with teeth this time I began to find the fun all this knowing I could do this like he did for me filled me with a strange joy and sense of accomplisment. But he kept at it, the roughness was expected but still I took the pounding with feline thoughtfulness, what was rare, but still a pleasant surprise, was his tender caress pm my rounded ears... rare but pleasant as I said.
But I had enough, my need felt unbearable and, after all, sand's running out. Up to that point it was only him receiving what we came here for, he noticed my hungry stare and knew exactly what I wanted, needed. With a lust ridden face he raised his legs and offered them to me. How could I deny to that? I hugged his beefy tights and, by trial and error, I guided my pointy head to his opening.
He moaned again when I came in contact with his heat, even more when I pushed deeper and went past his ring. The lust in his eyes told me to get in there and shove it as hard as I could, as deep I could... and so I did.
I roared then.
But I had to stop, my gator was hissing over an aperture that was maybe premature. I stood firmly grounded on the wooded floor while his body tensed and his back arched throwing his head back. It's been long for him as well, his normally well used hole felt like strangling my dick and making its prickly ends scratch his inner tunnel. I let him accommodate for a minute before I slowly stated probing his well greased tighthole, then licking over his chest and bitting and nibbling on his erected nipples, I increasing the prodding every so seconds of steady but slow back and forward movement.
His body pushing against mine told it was time, time to get deeper, to plough some meat. I began to finally thrust, knowing very well that once started this alligator could take it like none other and then ask for more, even a tiger like myself and the many times I could get it on was sometimes merely an appetizer.
We growled and groaned trying to deafen the other, behind were left the worries and cautions. I began to breed him, torpedoing into him with long and fast thrust. The bed creaked with the forceful movements, I even heard one of its part fell of... whatever! I kept the pace, even when my gator would clench each time I assaulted his prostate. I concentrating on keeping the same angle, trying to get him to moan like he'd do before my travels, trying to make his pleasure be so much he'd leave his well deserved image of virile stud and accept he was just as much my bitch.
I scraped over his scaly legs and continued to rock, gaining tempo and a steady rhythm, making his cock throb and flap unattended over his cream belly. But he didn't, he grunted and groaned as our hips sloppily slapped together and my cock pounded into him, he snorted and huffed and groaned when I battered into him, just an inch or so pumping into him. He arched his back again and clamped his tightness rolling his rump and making me squeal a bitch-moan first.
I growled.
Bottoming was never of my licking, I've never tried it either, but seeing my gator moving like a fucking worm over my lodged prick made me realize I might me missing on something good. I returned to my old forceful thrusting to make him jump a bit and chuckle at him. Yeah, maybe I was missing out on it, and the appealing phallus I was caressing seemed to be the right tool for it... maybe I could give it to him as an eighteen years gift. It wasn't that far.
Carlos gasped when I forced him forward into the bed and, like the tiger I am, pounced on him with my shaft still burrowed, landing heavily on top of him and reaching depths in him I have never felt before.
"Aaaauggh..."
Finally gaining the high pitched moan I was looking from my partner I chuffed, still I felt an incredible warm coursing my back at making my stripped tail lash out the same as the reptile's below me did. Basking on my new found sensation I breathed deeply enjoying the smell of our rutting, pure testosterone filled male sex filled my lungs, urging me to continue, urging me to breed harder, and I went for it. With his rump up in the air and my feet on the bed I began to thrust downward, making my mate bar his teeth and hiss. Still I could see his trembling arms cringe and try to hold me close, trying me have deeper inside him. I humped at his straining rectum, reaching as far as I could making the bed creak even louder, and shake to the point of breaking... that made my ears perk but still I ignored.
Carlos moaned highly again.
"Enjoying it as much... as I am, eh?"
No answer, it wasn't needed. His encouraging grumblings and squishing on my cock told he was, he even began to hump at an invisible hole desperately trying to find release... and I began to get rougher. He wanted release, it would come with my cum. I kept him filled and increased the pace just like before, furiously humping and shortening my thrust one after the other. Then I felt his ass burning and clenching harder, he was near ending and was forcing me to do the same... I let him. I bred him like my life depended on it, I fucked him harder, growling and hearing his guttural yowls and grunts.
"Fuuuu...cc...cck."
Carlos' clawed paws found my hips and held me against his ass, forcing me shorten my humps even more. His heat began to increase and his rectum literally clamped over my cock and deprived me from movement and I felt all the built pressure in my loins to pass the bill. I smelled his cum at the same time a torrent left the head of my cock and began to fill him still pumping, he let out a dead awakening bellow and shot his full load over his chest and face.
His ass began to move in a palpitating frenzy, milking any leftover out of my spent cock. Forcing me to steel my hips and breed him still.
Time was running out... and we were loving each other, time was running out and we were wasting it all.
I let my thoughts drown in our second kiss of the night, I felt his thick strong tongue fight and win the encounter against my own.
Time was running short... but we went at it again.
The travel 'home' was a long one, driving through rural highways and passing shaky rope bridges and muddy dead-trail till the green forests around us slowly turned into gray stone and wet brown mountains. None of us spoke, I was taking my boyfriend back to his town... one day later than expected. Than it was "Necessary".
i was dissapointed, we talked about this matter again and again I got the same answer... the Peruvian sierra was a rough place to live, even more for a cold blooded dude like Carlos, and while I did know why he refused to leave, that didn't stop me from trying the question here and there, trying to take him with me.
We... our movement, wanted a better life for everyone, to help people like Carlos and the wawawasy he helped support was our very foundation, what made us be. Yet he still refured to believe.
I took him home. Hoping to one day make him see the truth and begin to fight instead of just staying where he was and simply live the life he was laced onto.
"What do you think Noemi will say?"
One good question, the matron was a good mother replacement... but still a nasty ogre to strangers like me.
"Will see what she have to say." I was nervous, I didn't want to see her face... not the not ever. "I'll be by your side."
But, yeah... I'll always be by my gator's side.
