After Work
After Work
Kaa Bakensobek
Dale's green, scaly tail swished lazily behind him as he listened to his favorite oldies music while he waited for the bus to arrive.
Today had not been a good day at work. Not only the other people in his team had been some of the worst coworkers he could have had, today's schedule had barely given him any time to rest and have lunch. The hours had dragged, feeling extremely long, until the gods finally had enough of him and allowed for his shift to end. Exhausted, he wanted nothing more than get home to a nice shower and some rest.
The bus finally arrived, and Dale hurried to get inside before too many people did before him. It was bad riding the bus in the morning -- he almost never got a good seat, as it was quite full by the time it reached his stop. Only on the return trip did he get a decent spot to himself. He would much rather drive, but the price of gasoline was a major deterrent.
He thought about catching up on reading his newspaper, but he was too tired to even do that. He eased himself into the seat, and closed his eyes...
* * *
"17th. Avenue! Transfer to Route 166 and 163."
*DING!*
The voice of the driver and someone ringing the bell to signal their stop alerted Dale. It seemed like he had just left work.
He switched his regular eyeglasses for his favorite shades, and grabbed his backpack and lunchbox and got up. Like him, two other people were getting ready to get out as soon as the bus stopped. He followed after them, then walked a few meters and dropped his backpack to the ground. He took off his work shirt, letting the warm sun soak his naked scaly chest. He slung the shirt over his shoulder, grabbed the backpack and walked the mile or so to his home.
One of the other two people was several meters ahead, already going down the sidewalk. Dale slowed down his pace, wanting to keep to himself. He was not much of a talker. Meanwhile, waves of cars headed the opposite way down the street, each one carrying people from their own workplaces or errands.
He eventually made his way to the mailbox. Opening it, Dale grabbed the mail -- the usual junk, a bill and a computer magazine. He stuffed everything into the backpack and continued the rest of the distance to his apartment.
He opened the door and dropped his pack and shirt near the entrance.
"How was work today?" a voice said calmly from the master bedroom.
"The usual crap." Dale took off his sunglasses; his eyes adjusted for the difference in light. "What's for dinner today?" he asked, curious that he didn't seem to smell anything cooking.
"I'm not making dinner today."
Dale sighed. "Why not?"
Another lizard, brown skinned, came out of the bedroom. Dale's eyes widened a bit as Mark was wearing nothing. "I thought we could do something better."
Dale hissed softly. "I was looking forward to a good shower."
"We can shower together. After we are done here."
Dale felt his pants becomming a bit tight from the pressure in his crotch. He hurried to take them off, and followed Mark into the bedroom.
Mark nuzzled him. "Lay down, boy."
Dale said nothing as he laid down on his stomach, slightly lifted his hips and moved his tail sideways.
"The usual, I see?" Mark said, smiling.
"For the bottom I am, yes."
Dale hissed with pleasure as his mate caressed his tail, slowly rubbing his tailhole and balls.
"And how would you want it today?"
"I'm sore from work, but... would not mind if you made me even more sore. Not like I have to work tomorrow."
Mark grinned. "You're worse than myself." He said nothing more as he began to lube his own hard cock, and mounted his lover.
Dale gasped as Mark entered him a bit roughly. Mark's member was nothing out of the ordinary. Certainly not massive nor long. But it was way more than adequate, for its owner certainly knew how to use it.
Mark pushed his length completely into Dale, then began thrusting. His pace began to quicken.
Dale held tightly onto the bedsheets, eyes half closed. "Aaaahhhh... yesss. Yesss..."
Mark grunted as his loins slapped against those of his lover. Each time he buried his cock almost completely in, and pulled until only the head was inside the green lizard's tailhole. Dale's balls and cock swayed with each thrust, his body rocked back and forth.
Their lovemaking was one of few words but loud bed squeaks, many grunts, gasps and moans as Mark worked his cock to elicit as much pleasure to his lover and to himself. Dale wimpered as Mark fucked him to within an inch of his life. To him, it felt like a much pleasurable death, one from which he certainly didn't want to reincarnate.
Their lovemaking continued for several long minutes. Climax eventually grasped both lizards, and they dropped to lay down, exhausted.
"I'm too tired to make dinner now," Mark said as he held his mate close to him.
Mark kissed Dale's snout. "We can eat out. Then come back for more, maybe? Not like I have to work tomorrow."
Dale grinned. "Sounds good. Do you have a preference for a restaurant?"
"There's this nice, small cafe right there on --"
"17th Avenue!"
* * *
*DING!*
Dale opened his eyes. Fallen asleep, would had almost missed his stop.
He waited for the others to get out before him. Stopping at his usual spot, he took of his shirt. After putting his backpack on, he walked down the street. He wondered if any of the people inside the cars coming the opposite way down the street ever showed even the slightest interest in him as he walked the mile or so back to his home.
He stopped to pickup his mail, then continued the rest of the way to his home.
He opened the door, dropped his stuff, and took the rest of his clothes off. He made his way to his computer and booted it up to check the latest images on his favorite sci-fi gallery.
Dale pondered what to have for dinner. He sighed and decided on a can of vegetable soup and crackers. He was in no mood to make anything. After showering, he sat down back in front of the computer to check a few things as he ate.
Eventually, his time for bed arrived. He still had four more days to go in his workweek. He shut down the computer and headed for the bedroom. He curled under the sheets, the darkness and the chirp of crickets to keep him company as he fell asleep.
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