Two Guys One Couch
Ellos, made another one out the blue so yeah. dunno why it took so long to make x.x~
He never would have guessed that an hour after being trigger-happy during a few games and laughter over how stupid celebrities were on the channels they flipped through that he would engage in this. They were all young adults and it didn't hurt to try new things - after all, their side conversations about their sexuality carried on a while between their times of boredom when alone. Anthony was curious about how it felt being with another man and Gary shrugged that shit off when he was bursting headshots to the AI left and right. Said that he didn't care. Claiming that he wasn't interested seemed off for someone like himself. Even when Thomas brought up the flirting the gator did earlier he made no excuses.
All it took to get those three out their shells was pressing the talk more. Not about liking guys and all that mess, but _just_them. The "what if" case being thrown out by the lion Anthony made several responses that neither of them expected but joked about, who would top, who would moan the loudest, and even the question of who had the biggest manhood. Thomas was slightly embarrassed by the atmosphere. Gary was slightly curious, that gator revealed his hidden self through his chortles and grabbing his denim bulge whenever Thomas and Anthony talked or one of them went off to the kitchen or bathroom. As the topic got even dirtier, oddly with Thomas asking about masturbating, the guys felt like the personal topic allowed them to get out of their comfort zone.
"I, uh... I wouldn't mind with y'all." Anthony choked up in his comfy little corner of the sofa, hiding for cover in an abandoned building in the game. "O-of course if no one tells. Just between us three."
"Yer damn straight no one'll tell!" Gary cut off in his lazy posture. "As long as we have known each other, it'll be just our secret. I don't care either, it's cool with me."
A pause.
"...So Anthony, wanna start it?"
The golden feline's sluggish eyes suddenly shot forward at Gary. For some strange reason the lion could still navigate the menu in the game, as if he memorized the layout off-screen. "The hell do I gotta start it for? We were just talkin' about if it happe-Oh for fuck's sake, I was behind the damn wall!" he complained when his avatar's sniped brain matter splattered all over his panel of the screen, waiting for the dwindling seconds to respawn from thirty in annoyance.
"Yeah, and you said you didn't care. Or do we gotta keep talkin' about it until one of us can't stand it any longer, mostly you?"
Thomas gave out a snicker between the guys arguing, idly hunched over in his gaming position. In reality, he was the one starting to get hard with this talk. It was one thing to just casually talk about sex with people but with two of the people in his life he sorta had a thing for, it was embarrassing. They came across this bridge before but barely took it seriously. If he had to break the ice confessing of having a boner followed with laughs by both parties, then sure. It's most likely because the others are too shy to admit it themselves but at least it opens the doors to the heart of their ...discussion. But why would he have to right now? These two always amused him with their petty arguments or at least had him amused in their debates or conversations. Anthony's inner teenager that was just about to leave his maturing body gave off a roll his eyes and back to the screen.
"Please, I saw you touching yourself while we talked about it, fag. You're probably waiting for us to talk about some shit like sucking dick. Something you'd be glad to volunteer for in a heartbeat."
"Oh, you know that's something you're good at. Why else are ya gettin' teabagged online?" the gator sneered at the screen. "And that wasn't even me this time."
"Hey, you're the one in most denial about it, Gary," Thomas smirked. "I don't mind and Anthony said he was just curious. You're startin' shit but can't even have a mature conversation about just, err... y'know, experimenting."
"Heh, sucking cock is experimenting now?" the large gator threw a leg up on the arm of the chair. He didn't even care about the firefight now as his cut eyes just stared at the screen with a grin pulling up one side of his face. He was right behind a camper and delivered a clean blow to the skull with a dagger. "Well, I ain't in denial, I don't fuck around with just anyone, fellas. All I'm sayin' is what happens here stays between us."
"Uhuh..." the lion's eyes didn't leave the screen, finally respawned and ready to redeem himself. "...That snout's big for a reason..." was heard, followed by a cough.
"Mind repeatin' that, pussy?"
"Shit, you both are like a couple." Thomas sighed. Their conversations supported the visuals he had in his perverted brain making his ear twitch along with something else between his thick thighs.
"You tryin' to get in this, too, eh?" Gary responded with a flick of his tail. "Big Tom wants some dick for experimentin'?"
"Well..." he started off with his thumbing over the glossy colored buttons of his controller, "I don't mind tryin; you even dodged the question about how big you were, so I don't have anything to worry about from your side." The thick gator snorted, looking to Anthony who did nothing more than an audience-sounding Ooooh~ to the comeback. Being the wary feline that he was, the lion glanced over to the two guys, waiting for something to happen now that the canine came out his barrier. His covered groin was stirred though; with all this talk about what he liked about the most, he was almost jumping out of his mane whenever his controller vibrated to the kills.
"Hehh, I never measured. I was too 'busy' with it." Gary admitted, scratching his pudgy belly, which lifted the skull shirt to show some skin, just by chance. "I'd say around nine inches and a third."
Thomas' interests sparked under his beanie from the guessing, his short tail waving under the table. His eyes trailed towards Anthony, who shrugged it off. Why even believe that bull? He's just bluffing, he thought.
The wolf took a chance and leaned back, rubbing the plastic of the controller against the bump in his jeans. Surely one of them would see that he was doing it openly, but they were probably were too afraid to look at each other. "Nine? Really?"
"And a third."
"C'mon, that's a pretty high guess, man." Thomas reacted.
"Yeah? And how big is your dick?" Gary sounds as if he were concerned, having a small bit of a dark tone to his voice. "You didn't say anything, either. Ya just beat around the bush but spotlight's on you."
"Hmm, I'm almost at eight." Tom didn't hesitate with a cocky look of pride.
"Damn, Tom. Packin' heat for the ladies," The buff lion chuckled, glancing at the wolf's bulge, moving the controller away from his bulge. "I'm around there, too."
"So eight's a rough guess but nine ain't believable. Pfft-"
"I never said you were lyin' Gary," the big wolf grinned, "I just think it sounds pretty big for a thick guy like yourself."
"Heh, big guys can be endowed, and my gut ain't the only thing that's thick, chump." Gary rumbled with a reassuring grin to the canine. Thomas looked across the table to the gator with a look of interest. It would seem kinda slutty for him to do, but he didn't care. Having the hots for an alligator around his size made it not only comfortable for appearance sake, but it perfectly suited what the wolf looked for as a chaser.
And it seemed like the gator knew it by the way he was acting, slowly revealing more of his round stomach to his observer and flashing a flirtatious lick over his teeth.
Anthony thumbed around the analog stick, finding his cue, "No, I think that's about it. Unless the moobs count, too!"
The green tail flickered with stifled laughter coming from the furs. "Ey, is muscle-mania over there bitch about sucking at the game, or ya gonna show us your pencil dick already?"
"I'm far from a pencil and I ain't showin' anything yet. One of you do it first and I will, too." The firefight reached its stopping point with the winner, being someone that they didn't give a shit about online, glowing from the top of the listing. After a few seconds of the loading screen back to the Searching for Next Match blinking, the three guys had a moment of boredom. Should there be a topic changer? The wolf sighed softly when he pulled off the stitched beanie.
Gary shifted in the chair to suddenly rise up with an idle shrug of his shoulders as he slowly walked over to the couch where Thomas was to make his move. "Suit yerself, dude." He'd think all eyes were on him but it was just Thomas glancing up to the scalie and back to the game with a sudden wave of bashfulness crashing down on him along with two-hundred and thirty three pounds of brute to his side. The wolf gulped but hid his fear while continuing the game. Or at least he tried to. "Hey there, bud," the gator smiled as he swung an arm around the wolf with a comfortable hand on his shoulder.
Thomas shuddered softly. Fuck it, he thought as his dark eyes left the screen.
"And hello to you, hot stuff." He replied, playfully resting a hand on the denim leg brushing against his. Gary was a large fellow, but several years left behind attempting to get in shape as a linebacker for school kept a bit of his tone; it refreshed the wolf's mind when his claws trailed down the denim. "These matches are fuckin' ridiculous, right?"
He nodded, clenching and massaging the far away shoulder. For someone trying to break the rough tension, Gary was probably coming on a bit strong. "Sure does with them damn campers and shit. And it's boring the hell out of me."
"Well, we could try other things." Thomas glanced up, his silver hand finding its way to the gator's zipper and dragged it down. Their friendly conversation of just fucking around was definitely leading somewhere. "I'm down for it if you are."
"Yeh?" Gary said quietly after a bit of silence, raising his jagged eye ridges. Tom's soft hum to his question gave the okay to slowly pop his jeans open and kick them to the side. The heavyset was in a nice pair of tenting boxers with a pair of his thick legs resting against Thomas. Being the surprising gator, he allowed the wolf's grope across his covered erection when he revealed more of his stomach. "I think you gotta prove that. How about takin' that shirt off?"
The wolf's shy fingers left the bulge and curled under his sky blue t-shirt. ...but they weren't moving. He gave a soft chuckle; this was awfully nerve-wracking. Why does he gotta show his body first?
"C'mon, you got nothin' to hide from me." The alligator murred as his eyes were practically stripping his wolf.
"I know, I know. I'm not that much into showing off my...self," Thomas stammered to his words. He knew what he looked at everyday in the mirror and just didn't care about it that much. Tolerable? Yes, but attractive? The burly wolf had his share of compliments but he never had been looked at that way. "I need to shed some weight off."
"Hey, you ain't unattractive. Actually, I think you look hot," the gator smirked to the blush he brought out from the rosy Thomas. The green snout came close to the shaggy ears as if he were telling a secret. His voice suddenly rumbled through Tom, "Too hot to be in those clothes." The frozen nerd felt Gary's large hand sneak over to his shirt, slowly shifting it upwards as warm breath ran against the wolf's fuzzy face. "I always wanted to see you shirtless. Guess I got what I wanted."
"S-shit, Gary..." the petrified wolf sighed as his chest was groped, his flimsy shirt suddenly was thrown near the furniture where Anthony silently observed in awe. The thick wolf bared his thick slabs of pecs, each with a protruding black nub surrounded by body hair, and a bowling ball-sized gut similar to the gator's with a good trail. It wasn't the chiseled body frame the golden lion had, but it certainly seemed like a heavyset build for someone that tried not being a couch potato through exercises. "You turnin' gay on me all of a sudden?"
"Mmmmnnn...." The gator's eyes scanned up and down Thomas, caressing his burly chest. It was getting kinda gay on that couch; they didn't need to strip and show off their nudity just for a jerk off. "Don't care, man. You don't even mind if I turn gay on you for a bit, anyways. You like it."
Tom laid there with his eyes looking over the gator. He was telling the truth; that was all eye candy that Tom could feast over. Hell, if he did go gay for him then that's all he needed to really let his hands roam. Which was definitely the vibe he was getting from the "nervous" fellow rubbing his gut and groping his chest.
"I guess you're right...but you gotta take your shirt off, too." The wolf groaned. "It ain't far on your part."
"It'll come off soon," The gator smiled, admiring his bashful friend, "just hold on; we're having fun here." The violated canine shuddered; his bulge was now more of a bump than earlier. Gary had fun teasing, making Tom radiate with heat and turning red. The green hands slowly revealed more of his lighter scaled belly with his shirt bunched up and resting under his chest; he too had a fuzzy trail away from his boxer's waistline. If they never established the atmosphere a few minutes ago, he would've stuttered like the worried virgin he was. The scaly partner was leaving himself vulnerable and that alone was all Thomas needed to come out of his shell.
"Fuck yeah, show it all, man," the canine stared, unfastening his baggy jeans and kicking them aside. His tent was exposed but then covered by his massive palm, twisting and hugging around its tip in a slow, circular motion. Tom ran his hand across Gary's belly, feeling the firm scales as he trailed up to his nipples that brought out a "Fuck...that's nice," from the gator. He felt his lewd desire overcome his innocent character and easily accepted it. He was in control as long as he pressed the right buttons.
"Damn, aren't we impatient. Guess I can't blame ya. I'd be a perv if my crush was about to get butt naked with me too," the lusty baritone voice rumbled. Anthony glanced over again at the men, growing a slight bit red at the wolf's bold move. Seemed like he was being on a set of a fucking porn scene. Just as he was about to pop his fly open, a deep _Brrrrr!_rumbled under his back pocket quite loudly. The cat sighed as it shook and realized it was his phone's alarm. The two on the couch gave the confusing face but it soon faded away when the violet phone zipped out the pocket as he tapped the alarm off. He didn't mean for his phone to vibrate like that on purpose...hell, he had other things for that purpose in his room to compensate.
"Shit, where'd the time go?" his feet met the floor that instant and checked the blinds, only to see a line of streetlights and jet-black covering nearly everything. Anthony quickly got his shoes on and searched for his jacket.
"I gotta get going," the golden cat sighed. "I forgot my Dad wanted me to go get dinner with him."
"Oh, uhh... that's cool," Thomas hummed. For the interruption, it most certainly kicked the two men back in reality, but this was a pretty fucking embarrassing point to pause at. "Guess we'll see you later then."
"Mhm, sorry I have to... bail on ya. Thanks for having me over." With his jacket folded and an awkward wave, the lion pried his eyes off the two and left the scene.
"Gehh," Thomas breathed. "I was actually looking forward to all three of us goin' at it." Soon after, the skull shirt Gary worn flew past the wolf's eyes, tossed to the floor. The tubby gator had a bit of hair on his meaty pecs and bared some tone to the perfect gut resting beneath them.
"Well, I'm still here." Gary's dark grin appeared once again with one arm resting up on the head rest. The other however found its way to Tom's stretchy waistline with a playful tug, just to see some of his dark pubic fur exposed with a pleased growl. "And by the smell of it you seem like you're ready to continue."
Just their scents alone made his mind go crazy. Thomas moaned, reclining back in the cushions, his boxers slowly lowered. His messy head tilted to Gary, rubbing his tent followed with a devious smile. His felt very large- in fact, larger than his. Tom's mouth could've been drooling when he could almost see the outline of his large penis through the fabric. And he wasn't kidding when he joked about it being thick!
"Hell, you weren't lyin'...look at that," muttered the alligator after he tugged the boxers to the shaggy ankles, greeted by eight inches jutting up in the air. A meaty green finger cautiously made contact with the veined foreskin, brushing it up and admiring its visuals. Soon the rest of his hand grasped the musky tool softly and ran down the skin to the hairy base. For a scruffy canine, his groin was awfully smooth but the size negated the unusual touch. That one stroke alone received a glob of precum followed by a swift throb in the gator's fist.
The wolf relaxed lazily, slightly spreading his shaggy legs more and without second thoughts gave a buck in the hand. Even after weeks of being pent up with the most delicious porn on his computer screen, it couldn't even match what it felt like being stroked by someone other than himself. Having a swirling hand tease and glide over his dick that he couldn't control, just sitting there and watching helplessly was such a turn on for the dog. It wasn't exactly the delicate hands he thought of, but with the way that gator rubbed his tool without any hesitation made him even more sensitive combined with the heated air.
"Heh, and I thought I was a horny fucker!" Gary grinned, giving a decent pace to not throw the man over the edge so soon. Tom's tugged the green beast's boxers down, watching a thick piece of meat send a loud slap against the scaled belly. He couldn't control himself either; he was holding someone's cock that's nearly as big as his.
"Looks like that to me, bub." Thomas licked his dark lips watching that semi-erect tool rest on that perfect gut. Gary's member left a small streak of pre, slowly dragging down to rest on his thigh, lazily looking back at the wolf's body. "Geez, that thing is big..." Thomas sighed out, feeling his sensitive glans stroked by a thumb pressing his thick crown downwards, gently brushing over its cockslit. The gator smirked as he felt wetness greeting his thumb along with groans of approval as its circular motions stimulated more of both, lifting a few times to see the strand of clear slime connect his digit with the dribbling tool. The reptile's hand left his dick and wrapped around its own that it was already familiar with after his teenage years. "Seems that we're both horny from the looks of it."
"Heh... Y'think so?" the sleazy gator hissed. "Been a few days for me..." he gripped his dark tube of skin and waved it around teasingly, slapping against his rippling belly. "And I told yeh. Nine solid." It sure looked like nine. Sounded like it too with its loud slaps. It only made the observer crave for more as he stroked himself.
"You... said you weren't sure."
The reptile scoffed, stroking his flesh tube around idly. "Heh, guessed about right, didn't I?
Thomas seized Gary's large nipple, slightly tugging and twisting it as if it were a dial. A really_thick_ dial. It felt great turning and rubbing it to bring the gator to his submissive side. His darkened cream-colored nub stood firm and the alligator grumbled a "Grrrnghh...you sure like messin' with those things, eh?" in his low throaty voice. The hand left the round pec and was replaced with a warm mouth, licking over and around the stubby flesh. "Horny fucker," Gary repeated softly as his large hands pressed Tom's head closer, bringing his arm over his broad back.
"Yeahhh, big guy," he egged on, rumbling with pleasure as his nubs were sucked. The wolf clutched and caressed the firm belly and ran down to clutch a good handful of Gary's balls, slowly rolling them around. Thomas moaned into the taut flesh for a long moment before he gave the same erotic treatment to the other nipple; there's no way he'd let such perfect pecs go to waste. It seemed like their owner approved of it too by his semi hard tool beginning to throb upwards, poking at the fur's gut.
"Harder," Gary snarled, clawing his way under Tom to mess with his nipples too. The canine trembled as he his lewd slurps and bites to the nub got more intense, licking it in swift motions.
The alligator could've considered this lewd session as some sort of wrestling between them both with how they were acting. Big Tom looked up at him with a lusty sneer. "You taste pretty damn good for a reptile." The enormous hand punctuated his statement with a firm squeeze to those hung testicles, eliciting a healthy twitch above and a wince out from Gary. "Mmfff, didn't know your junk was hairy, too."
"Hehhh, that's about it, though," the pleased gator readjusted himself in the corner of the couch, "Why not get a better look?" Gary was presenting his lower parts with a leg hanging off like some model (A damn good one in the wolf's taste, honestly). Just his girthy length alone could make several guys jealous or even intimidated; Tom was beginning to doubt that even he could take something so large. Without any hesitation he came into contact with Gary's groin with a deep inhale; the dark cock bounced around from such a sensitive brushing over his fuzzed over nuts.
"Easy, hehehhh," the gator moaned softly, grazing his fingers over his own stiffened bumps on his chest. "They're pretty full."
Oh, yeah they are, Tom thought while his tongue traced over the rigid line dividing his scrotum and pressed his snout deeper in those alluring balls. All those times they went through those awkward conversations, personal moments chatting about their sexual thrills and whatnot, it was well worth it. It may have been an abrupt way to have it happen, but it was well rewarded with Gary's large ballsack pressed into his face with a powerful scent Thomas could never forget. His thick tongue slowly parted Gary's hairy orbs and savored the musky taste, hearing a low moan from above.
"You're enjoyin' this a bit too much, bud," Gary smiled, feeling his hung balls tense up closer to his thick body. "Acting like -ggahhhh- you never went down on a guy but you seem like you know what you're doin' awfully well for a first timer. Experimentin' my ass-Ooohhh yeh.." the large tongue gave those orbs a break, bringing attention to his fleshy taint with a few fingers. Thomas grasped the pulsing cock and slowly stroked his dark foreskin down. It felt smoother than he thought, a bit leathery just like its counterparts hanging beneath.
"We aren't doin' bad for first timers, eh?" Tom cooed, drooling over the mere sight of the exposed crown. It was ridiculously large and wet; for some odd reason it wasn't a hot pink like most dicks Thomas seen in porn. He gave a small kiss to the swollen glans then wormed his tongue over his piss-slit continuously; both of the men groaned and filled the room with their mixture of sounds.
The pleased reptile lulled his eyes as he leaned his rigid head back over the couch, petting the wolf between the ears. For a first timer, he found the gator's weak spot quite quickly. Just when he was about to tell him to go easy, his suckled tool was suddenly swallowed in an instant. All at once. Every single inch was resting in Tom's warm throat, feeling all his tongue work visit his pulsing cock. "Ffffffuck, man..." He hissed through his sharp teeth, "Juuust like that..."
Almost there. Time dragged on with barely any progress on Tom's part. The large wolf twisted his head all over and around Gary's manhood. His teasing tongue that bared enough thickness cradled under the veined tool, wiggling and tickling its way over the gator's wet skin and smooth glans. Thomas was actually surprised that his gag reflex didn't kick in with his throat lodged with cock, rumbling around it with a seductive moan. He didn't stop his rolling his musky, low-hanging balls around either with a tender clutch of them both.
"God_damn_, dude..." the tortured gator had no other choice but to lay there like a fool and praise his friend. And this was his first time? Thomas sucked like a damn pro with the way he's working himself down there, leaving Gary eyes crossed like a dazed toon, mouth agape accompanied with a lazy tongue. The gator sat like this for...hell, he didn't keep track. Last time he glanced at the time was when the lion left. The sucking picked up its pace as Tom's slobbering mouth deepthroated the tool with ease. Now the scalie was bucking his hips, grunting under his breath.
"Gguuuuhhh, ffuckin' shit, Tom," Gary clawed at the arm of the old furniture, gritting his teeth, "I'm gonna fuckin' cum if you don't stop."
The wolf eased the restless orbs back over Gary's taint and dragged his palm over the pubic scales, licking his lustful lips. "Well, I'm not gonna stop ya," his burly hand wrapped around the drippy prick and guided its drippy crown over his chest tuft, burrowing the sensitive head all over his bristles and up to his scruffy chin.
"God...goddammit, Tom...!" Gary panted, shifting himself in his corner of the creaky couch. He couldn't hold his urge back at this point; his climax was reaching its peak. "S..so close!"
"Yeh?" The large hand stroked the beast nonstop, licking his maw at the mere sight before him. Big Thomas could feel that climax coming too from the way the alligator bucked his fat dick in that fist, trying to drive the beast out of him squeeze by squeeze. This was no longer two "curious" guys having a clean jerk off together -- this was Thomas getting what he worked his mouth over with that hunk of a man, legs spread in front of him. "Do it," he shuddered quietly under the reptile's moans in heat of the sweaty moment.
The gator's hands clutched whatever they could, his sausage toes curled. Thomas didn't stop working that prick, enticed by having the brute in heat. He watched that dark foreskin swallow his crown up and present it again with his rapid, squelching strokes. The dangling balls beneath bounced around before tightening up towards their owner. Gary's moans built up almost as if he were going to sneeze with his sharp grunts growing louder and louder. A sudden roar ran through the house as a rope of thick seed shot at Tom's face, right in his mouth. Another shot of musky fluid made most of its way in the wolf's maw, some stuck on his stubble, which wasn't a problem for the canine as he kept tugging for more, aiming the spilling member at his chest. Gary shot around five full strings of his thick cum all over the top half of Tom before it died down to make a mess on himself.
"Haaa...haahffffuck..." the big gator rested on his barrel arms, panting over his sweaty chest to the painted canine stroking away at his post-erupted cock. It only took several moments for Thomas to snap out the afterglow of it all and realize what he had done.
This was probably the moment when feeling awkward would kick in. Thomas glanced at the drooling mess that stuck over his broad chest, his mind searching for something to say. Anything can do, just _anything_to break the tension in this tainted air.
The alligator's heavy breaths died down, flickering his jagged tail. His lazy eyes finally left from the ceiling towards Tom.
"Told you they were full," his lips curled up. Thomas scoffed. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I should be asking that. Maybe we took it overboard but," the wolf finally stood up, thumbing some of the leftover semen off his lower lip with a warm smile. "I, uh...I enjoyed it."
"Hehehh, knew ya would. I never eat that mess when I'm done. What about yours, though?" his claw poked in the direction of the wolf's half stiff penis, swinging around freely when he fetched himself a towel. His hairy shoulders shrugged as he brushed off everything else his tongue couldn't reach.
"Oh, I can take care of it later...or you can. This was just as good."
"You sure?" Gary hunched over with hints of his strong afterglow struggling to leave his eyes. "I can take a facial, too."
"I'm sure you can, slut." Tom laughed. "Though that's tempting to do. Maybe... later tonight?"
"Later, huh?...You know, I never thought of us doin' this shit," Gary trailed off, swiping his clothes from the floor with a grunt. "Think we should be, y'know. Fuck buddies?" he murmured.
_And Gary's still himself despite the screwing around,_Thomas thought. Upfront and informal as usual, but he didn't care. Thomas stammered softly, sitting back on the couch with his towel beside his clothes. "Well shit, man...I gotta think about it. Wouldn't being on the down-low all the time be annoying for you?"
"No one's gonna know, it's just between us. I won't care, I was just...throwin' it out there." The gator hummed, running his hand over the shaggy arms. "And honestly, I was thinking."
"What?" The gator looked him over, scratching over Tom's arm. His rumbling groan ran out his narrow muzzle as he pondered. He zoned out, hypnotized by the large man he caressed. The annoyed Thomas frowned. "Oh for fuck's sake, you can talk about gettin' off with me and bein' fuck buds but actin' like a pussy now. What is it?"
Gary laughed to himself, which seemed to be in a bit of arrogance. His fingers ran along Tom's scruff and brought him closer, shaking his head. "Well, Big Tom, I was kinda lookin' forward to you putting that _thing_to use on me."
He couldn't mean that. At least, that was what the canine thought until he noticed that Gary looked serious, just without the dumbass grin. Thomas raised a brow and received a responsive nod, answering the question that just pondered around in his mind. His eyes widened like it faced a fresh dose of ice water.
"Oh, you're kidding me," he started. "That's a bit too much, ain't it? You don't even seem like that sorta guy to be taking it."
"Shocking, right? A guy like me being a bottom. But it's between us, not even Anthony. Besides, you're big as hell, dude." He got a glare from the wolf but blocked that look, rolling his eyes.
"I meant your dick, tubby." Gary scoffed, stealing a nice view of it. His groan made clear that he wanted more along with some fairly pleasuring belly rubs that stimulated a husky sound out of Tom. "Pretty damn hung, man. And I don't care that you're big, that's a plus. I mean...Fuck, I wouldn't mind you toppin' me."
Thomas turned deep red, instantly picturing the gator in several lewd positions that would've made blood shoot right out his leathery nose. His almost deflated erection agreed, rising to the conversation and the images Tom tried to veer away from. The sly gator chuckled, feeling a bit of red sneak up on his snout, too.
"So... yeah, just throwing it out. Don't have to if ya don't want to."
The wolf reclined back into the couch. Gary exhaled as if he got a confession off his chest and looked at the dim tv screen. It seemed like they all had forgotten the game was still running. Though it was still dark outside, the time barely passed. Thomas could see their night being long with games, food and movies... though the perversion still didn't leave their minds.
"Shit, you are serious about it." His warm smile to Gary beamed down to his length and grew even wider, tapping his claws on his gray legs. "Well, I'll make it worth your time if I can bottom, too."
The gator felt his toothy grin creep up again, fondling his junk. There was nothing to be shy about now, they were both comfortable and established a new bond. Gary was actually impressed to see the nerdy wolf come out this way to him, considering that they avoided this kind of talk.
"Heh. Sure thing."