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Soaking One's Speedo For Timelorddragon By Draconicon

"And you'll be swimming for how long, sir?"

"Few hours, give or take."

"Alright, that'll be -"

"Tab."

The vixen behind the desk blinked, and the alligator chuckled. He didn't really look like the guy that would have a tab here at the pool, he guessed. Unlike most of the customers here, he hadn't come in dressed in his swimsuit, but rather in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, leaving his feet bare from the parking lot to the front desk. Despite standing six and a half feet tall, he was a rounded alligator, with his belly sticking out past the waistband of his sweats. His arms and legs were thick with muscle, though, and even his bigger belly had a surprising amount of firmness to it past the bulge it made, as anyone that had stuck around him long found out.

"Ooookay. Can I have a name?"

"Scutes."

He watched her go through the computer database looking for his name, ignoring the bit of grumbling behind him. A few wolves, a dragon, and a feline already in her bikini waited behind him, all shuffling their feet as they waited for their turn to pay for their pool time. Scutes ignored their annoyed mutters, crossing his arms.

"Ah, yes, Scutes. You do have a tab here."

"Told ya."

"Yes, sorry sir. The cost will be applied. Do you need a locker key?"

He chuckled, pulling one out of his pocket.

"Ah, yes sir. Sorry. You know the way."

"Bet your ass I do. Thanks."

"You're welcome sir, have a pleasant day."

The alligator walked around the desk towards the males' locker room. The door was open, and only a few feet of wall separated the changing guys inside from the rest of the guys inside. Scutes smirked a bit as he walked around the tiled wall, taking a moment to enjoy the view.

Unlike some of the bigger pools towards the center of the city, this county pool had a small locker room. Only three rows of lockers ran through the middle of the room, and there were a fairly limited number of benches between them. He could spot locks on most of the lockers, some of them personal rotating locks, while others were padlocks with the pool's mark on them. The lockers themselves weren't very big, taking up about two feet of height and six inches of width, mostly to keep as many open for people as possible.

Walking around the first row and getting an eyeful of a hippo's ass - pausing for a moment to enjoy the view - Scutes made his way towards the middle lockers. He turned down the aisle and stopped at the far end, sitting on the bench and reaching for his locker. He'd put a padlock of his own on it, and a quick twist of his key opened it.

"Heh, been a little while."

The smell of musk and chlorine poured out of the locker as he opened it, his speedo inside crinkled up from being left here over the weekend. A little wash from the shower would fix that up, he knew from experience, and it would hide the little spots along the front that were left over from last time as well. He chuckled, pulling it out and throwing it onto the bench.

He had just gotten his t-shirt off when someone else walked down the aisle, and the alligator paused to get a good look at the newcomer.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt - odd for the warm weather - the boar looked even bigger around than Scutes did. He probably didn't weigh as much, but since he barely seemed to reach five and a half feet in height, his weight didn't have as much room to be spread out, resulting in a pudgy, almost rolly-polly look to the porky guy. His belly bounced lightly as he walked around, and Scutes smirked as the boar looked both ways before wiggling his shirt off. It was almost cute how the pig seemed a bit nervous.

He waited until the porker was getting the locker open before speaking.

"First time here, big guy?"

If he hadn't been sitting down, the alligator probably would have fallen over laughing. As it was, he held a hand to his stomach as he let out a big belly laugh at the sight of the pig leaping up. The tufted tail at the boar's backside flicked up high, nearly lifting the jeans up with it, and the squeal from the other male was absolutely hysterical. He was still laughing when the boar looked his way, and had to wipe his eyes to see clearly.

"What's so funny?"

"You, big guy. I swear, if I'd known you were going to do that, I'd have whipped out my phone and filmed it."

The boar blushed, turning back to the locker and throwing his shirt in as fast as possible. He reached down to his pants before pausing, looking back at him.

"Uh, can you...turn around?"

"Heh, what, nervous?"

"Maybe. Just a bit."

"Not like you got anything I haven't seen before."

"Yeah, but -"

"Just messing with ya. Heh, go ahead. I need to change too."

The alligator stood up and yanked his sweats down, knowing that the boar would be staring at him. Everyone did when he was changing, considering they never expected him to be going commando. It was more comfortable for him, though, particularly with his anatomy. Unlike mammals, he didn't have his cock in a sheath or sticking out and hanging loose. Instead, it was nice and tucked away inside his cloaca. No dangly bits meant that he didn't have to worry about grinding them against his clothes, at least, so long as he didn't see anyone that interested him. He chuckled at the thought, shaking his head at the memory of seeing a nice looking elephant a few days back. A good reminder of how much the zipper on a pair of jeans could hurt, he thought.

Stretching out, he took his time getting his sweats into the locker. He knew that the boar was looking - he could feel those eyes staring at him even if he wasn't looking at him - and the alligator was fine with putting on a show. He straddled the bench, one leg on each side, and grabbed hold of his speedo. Lifting one leg just enough to stretch his cloaca open, he made sure that his watcher would get a nice view down there as he slid one thick leg into his speedo. Following with the other, he continued taking his time, getting off on being stared at.

By the time that he stood up and his speedo was on, he was sporting a bit of a semi. The front of his swimsuit bulged, and when he finally looked the boar in the eye, he could see a bit of red underneath the fur. He smirked, shaking his head a few times before patting him on the back. The boar jumped, but didn't pull away.

"Something tells me you liked the show, big boy."

"Uh, I, uh -"

"Or is that wet spot in those jeans of yours something else?"

That blush just got bigger, and Scutes laughed again. God, these new guys were fun. No clue how to handle a locker room at all.

"Um, are you..."

"Am I what, piglet?"

"Oh geez, forget it."

"No, what did you mean?"

"Nothing."

"Say it, boy. What's your question?"

The boar tried to turn away, but Scutes grabbed his shoulder. Spinning him around, he gently pushed the half-dressed porker against the lockers. Looming over him by about a foot, the gator grinned at him.

"What's your question, piglet?"

"Come on, stop calling me that."

"Can't call you anything better when you ain't acting like it."

"Geez. Fine. Are you...um...are you gay?"

"Gay as fuck, yeah. You?"

"Um..."

"Hell, you're at least bi, with what you're showing."

"Well, yeah, I guess."

Scutes smirked, his free hand coming up and groping the boar through his pants. He felt the other male jerk, but between the grip he had on those balls - geez, they had to be as big as jumbo chicken eggs, he thought - and the hand on his shoulder, the boar wasn't going anywhere. A little moan escaped the piggy's snout, and those tusks lowered a bit as his mouth spilled open.

"Heh, don't get a lot of action, do you, piglet?"

"Can't, oh god, can't you call me by my name or something?"

"Can't say what I don't know."

"....Bristle."

"....You're kidding, right?"

"...."

"Oh god, you're not?"

"...."

"Oh my fucking god, you're not kidding. Oooooh fuck, that's good."

He wanted to laugh more, but it was taking all he had to not make the boar feel worse about it. It had to have been one of the more embarrassing names to have, he supposed. It would be like naming him Scales or something. If that happened, he'd have punched the lights out of most people he came across.

Shaking his head a few times, Scutes shifted his grip from Bristle's balls up towards his cock bulge. It wasn't hard to find, and judging by what he felt through the denim, he didn't think that the boar was all the way hard yet. Not bad, considering he was already getting up to seven inches in there. A well packed piggy.

"Turn around."

"Wha-"

"Turn. Around."

Looking both confused and embarrassed, Bristle slowly turned around, and Scutes wasted no time yanking on the back of the jeans. He ignored the surprised squeal and just enjoyed the view he got. Beneath those jeans was a lovely hairy ass. The cheeks were bouncy to the touch, rippling at a quick spank he gave, and the tail seemed to know just what to do, going up at the first smack. Even as Bristle tried to pull back, the alligator grabbed him by the hips, spreading his ass cheeks with a practiced tug with his thumbs. It was perfect looking, clean and clear.

"What the heck are you doing?!"

"Heh, inspecting the landscape."

"What are you -"

"Hey, don't blame me, piglet. You're a sexy guy."

He let go when Bristle wriggled again, still chuckling under his breath. The gator reached down and patted his bulge, which had grown further past a semi to something closer to full hardness. The tip of the bulge wasn't much to look at, but as his cock continued pushing outwards, filling up the speedo, he could feel it getting tighter and tighter inside his swimsuit.

But he ignored it, instead going back to his locker and letting Bristle finish getting changed. Of course, that didn't mean that he did it quickly; he wanted a show after all.

It was quite the show, too. Bristle's face was as red as he thought it could get, and the boar had tossed hesitation to the wind, favoring haste over caution. It didn't help that the boar wasn't that quick, though, and several times he dropped one piece of clothing or another as he was trying to shove it into the locker.

While he was doing that, Scutes got a good look at the boar's dick. It was throbbing hard by now, and the top two inches corkscrewed lightly before turning straight. It was surprisingly long, only a few inches shorter than what the gator got when he was particularly aroused, and the balls below were even bigger looking than they'd felt. But they weren't the best part for the gator.

No, that was reserved for the boar's backside. As soon as the pants came down all the way, he had one hell of a view. The chubby nature of the boar extended everywhere, and it was one hell of a boost for his ass. It jiggled and bounced every time that he moved,and the gator found himself licking his lips as he stared at it. That tufted tail, so different from the pig tail he kept thinking he'd see, waved back and forth like a beacon, almost like he was being begged to stare there. He didn't want to disappoint, so stare he did.

Before long, he could feel the familiar urges building in his crotch, that need to touch and stroke and tease himself, or to get someone else to do it. Scutes smirked as he stood up, putting a hand on the boar's shoulder.

"Hey, piglet -"

"Bristle."

"Piglet. What do you say to a bit of fun?"

"You have to be joking."

"Does my dick look like I'm joking here?"

He loved the way that Bristle blushed as he looked down, and this time, he didn't let the boar get away with just looking. Grabbing onto one of the porker's trotters, he yanked it over to his crotch. Dragging those rough fingers up and down his bulge made him moan softly, and he could already feel a bit of pre running out of the tip, darkening the top of his tented speedos.

"Wha-what are you doing?! Someone's going to see!"

"Heh, what's wrong with that?"

"They-they'll tell someone!"

"Now that's insulting. I think they'd rather just watch. Like those guys."

Scutes pointed over the boar's shoulder to a pair of cheetahs that had walked in, both staring with eyes wide and one of them with a boner of his own. With the heat coming off of Bristle's face, he almost thought that they could have fried an egg on the piglet's cheeks.

He ran off before Scutes could do anymore, though, and the alligator watched the boar's retreating rump as it went around the corner into the showers. Barely holding in a deep chuckle, he started making his way past the lockers and the still-staring felines.

"Let the chase begin."

Bristle must have had the fastest shower on record, because he wasn't there when the alligator made his way into the water. Only a few guys were, most of them in swimsuits but a few of them stepping out of them. The hanging bits were somewhat enticing, and there was an elephant with an ass that rivaled the boar's, but Scutes kept to himself as he cleaned his scales off. He'd already picked his prey, and he wasn't going to change his name only partway through the hunt.

As soon as he was clean, he strutted out of the showers and out to the pool. The noise of people splashing and shouting and having fun was a familiar shock, and he grinned as he looked around. It wasn't a big one, only about twenty feet wide and sixty feet across, but there were a fair number of people inside. Not as much as there would be later in the day, but enough to give a good bit of cover to someone that was trying to hide. Foxes, normal pigs, tigers, even a shark or two were making their way across the pool, and with the big crowd, Scutes couldn't pick out his target.

That didn't stop him, though. Shrugging, he made his way to the edge of the pool and leaped in. The cool water surrounded him, buoying him up to the surface before he forced most of his body back under. With just his snout and his eyes above water, he looked fairly similar to his feral cousins on the other side of the country, and the thought wasn't lost on him. A few of the swimmers around him chuckled at the sight, while others pulled back from him at the look in his eyes. They looked almost frightened, he thought. They shouldn't be; he wasn't after them, and even if he was, it wasn't like they were going to dislike what he'd do.

He started swimming around the pool like that, his tail waving lazily behind him as he made his way from one side to the other. Nobody bothered staying in his way when they saw him coming, and they always saw him coming. Some darted to the side, while others swam under him. The former he ignored, while the latter he made sure to drag against. Not so much to freak them out, but because they felt good to grind against; the erection in his speedos hadn't disappeared yet, and he wanted to keep it ready for when he found Bristle again.

One lap, two, three, and there was no sign of the pig. Scutes was starting to get a little frustrated, and pulled himself to the side of the pool. Putting his arms on the edge to give himself a bit of a break, he turned to his right -

-and almost laughed at the shocked expression of the boar's face looking at him in the same moment.

"HAH! Found you!"

"Uh, uh, no you didn't, I'm just -"

"Don't even bother." He grabbed the boar by the arm, pulling him in close enough for their chests to touch, and for everything else to touch as well. "Look at you, running away while we were getting ready to have some fun. And you're still so hard, aren't you?"

"Uh, I, we shouldn't -"

"Shouldn't ignore those needs at all, should we? Glad to see we're on the same page."

Before the boar could say anything else, Scutes grabbed the porker's bulge again. It was thick in between his fingers, and as he roughly stroked the chubby male's cock, he could feel Bristle weakening. The boar grabbed the side of the pool in a white knuckled grip, and whimpered with every up and down movement of Scute's hand. All the water around them kept him from feeling if Bristle was actually starting to leak a bit, but he would be that his prey would have been soaking his speedo if they were out of the water. That, he thought, was something that he wanted to see.

Still stroking the boar's cock, Scutes pulled himself out of the pool, and tugged the boar after him. A few eyes had turned in their direction, including the lifeguard on the far end of the pool, but the alligator only grinned. It was even better when their eyes started going wide at what they were seeing, as the boar's erection gained more prominence, pushing out the front of his speedos.

"P-please stop, they're staring!"

"Heh, that's just what I want them to do, piglet."

"I'm not -"

"Yep you are. You're my little piglet, Bristle-boy. Now stop complaining. You know you love this."

"Mmmmph...."

He moaned loudly as the gator squeezed his balls, drawing the attention of more and more people around them. A few hurried out of the pool, disgusted by what they were seeing, but most of the men were still staring at what was happening. The sight of two chubby men fondling each other wasn't something that they saw every day, Scutes supposed. Well, they were about to see a whole lot more.

Smirking, Scutes reached down to his own speedo. A quick little tug at the front brought it down enough to reveal his own cock. Several people - including Bristle - gasped at the sight of it, and for good reason. He was a full foot long with a spade shaped tip. It went from an inch wide at the tip to almost three inches wide at the base, and the whole thing was slimy looking, coated in the juices of his cloaca as well as with his own excitement, and the smell of musk drifted off of it strongly enough to overwhelm the scent of the chlorine, at least close by.

Bristle put up no resistance as he was shoved over, only staring over his shoulder as the alligator positioned the both of them. The boar was shoved onto all fours, and the back of his speedo was pulled down. Not far, just enough to expose his hole and keep the stiff pig-cock contained.

It was just as good looking as it had been in the locker room, Scutes thought to himself. Maybe even a little better with the way that the fur was pressed down by the water. He shoved a finger between the porker's ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down between them a few times to rub away the excess water, and he held back a laugh as his little piglet moaned.

"Sensitive, ain't ya?"

"I, I just -"

"Heh, just fucking with ya. Just enjoy the ride, piglet."

Whimpers turned to moans as the gator's finger found Bristle's hole. It was loose enough for one finger to slide in without a problem, but not two. Must have been playing around a bit, the gator thought as he scissored his fingers back and forth a few times. They moved, but barely. The piggy was going to be one tight fuck, that was for sure.

As the swimmers continued to watch them in shocked silence, Scutes pulled his fingers out and scooted in closer. His cock rubbed between the boar's ass cheeks, the wet fur stroking his thick shaft. To his surprise, Bristle actually reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole. Oh, he whimpered while he was doing it, but he still did it without being told. The act put a smile on the gator's face.

"Heh, good piggy."

"Just, just put it in."

"Oh come on, you can't just say that. Say what you really want."

"But -"

"Say it, piggy."

"....Fuck me..."

"What was that?"

"FUCK ME!"

The shout echoed around the pool, and it was all the invitation that the gator needed. Grabbing the boar's chunky hips, he dragged himself forward. The spaded tip of his cock rubbed between the cheeks for a moment before finding that pucker, the tip sliding in quickly before the rest started getting slowed down. A few grunts from the pig and a little push from the gator later, though, and it was forced in with a slight pop. Scutes could only imagine the wide-eyed look that the piggy had on his face from that, but if he thought that was big, he was in for a hell of a surprise further on.

Both of them were wet, and it meant that it was harder to keep a grip on the boar now. Clenching his fingers tighter through the short fur around the boar's hips, Scutes pulled himself further and further in. His cock was slick with the pool water and his own juices, but it was still hard going. The tight hole resisted him, and he had to push hard to get any ground. He growled deep in his throat as he forced inch after inch inside, his cock throbbing as each additional bit of length was swallowed up.

Somewhere around the halfway point, he felt his prey push back. The piggy's hips shoved back against his cock, making him grunt as more of the hot hole swallowed up his cock, pulling it in. He froze in place, but that didn't stop Bristle. His little slut started pushing back and forth, actually fucking himself on the top six inches of the gator's cock, and moaning all the while as he did it.

"Fuck, look at you. You really are a little piggy slut."

"That's...that's a big piggy slut, to you."

"Heh, guess you are a big pig."

"Good. Now, now fuck me."

Chuckling at the boar's eagerness, he did just that. Getting a grip again, one hand on the hip and one reaching around to the boar's bulge, he started thrusting forward for real. Back and forth, in and out. The tip of of his cock forced the inner walls of the piggy's hole open wider and wider, and the thickness of his shaft kept it open as he plunged deeper and deeper. Scutes clenched his teeth, his jaws pressing together as he started really going to town on that ass.

It wasn't long before his crotch slapped against the boar's ass, all twelve inches of his cock hilted in Bristle's hole. He looked down, smirking at the sight of the porker's rim stretched out around the base of his cock. It was a hell of a view; three inches of diameter wasn't something to sneeze at, that was for fucking sure, and Bristle had managed to take the whole thing.

As he started to pull back, the piggy moaned, and that set him off. He started bucking in and out, hard and fast. Crotch and ass hit each other with loud smacks, each time echoing back at them in the otherwise silent pool. The gator moaned louder and louder as he sped up, his pre making it slicker as time went on and making it sound like the boar's ass was just slurping him right back in. Hell, it almost felt like it was, especially when the boar shoved back at him, trying to get his ass filled up again.

Hot, wet walls surrounded the gator's cock, and they clenched around him with every thrust. They squeezed and rubbed at his cock, tightening when he tried to pull out and relaxing when he gave his cock back. Oinks and squeals of pleasure were forced out of the boar's mouth every so often, and Scutes could see the blush still on the boar's cheeks as he was reduced to nothing more than a little piggy fuck toy.

Their audience seemed to love it too. One person ran out of the pool, but came back with a cell phone in hand, taking pictures. Others had swum right up to the edge of the pool, staring up at them as they watched the boar getting fucked. Some of them had their arms moving underwater, probably enjoying the show just as much as the performers were enjoying giving it. Scutes grinned at the thought, feeling his own need getting hotter, his own lust getting stronger.

He couldn't hold out forever as he kept fucking the boar, particularly with an audience this big. His hand sped up under the boar's belly, stroking that twitching cock through the speedo. He could feel it throbbing as much as his own, and he knew that they were both going to cum.

Smack, smack, smack went his crotch against Bristle's ass, and just as he felt like he was going to cum, he felt the boar give out first. Hot wet spurts squirted against the tip of the speedo bulge, and he heard his prey moaning loud. He grinned, squeezing the piggy's cock, spreading the cummy stain and goo across that big boar cock.

And finally, he came as well. His cock twitched as his balls finally unloaded, flooding the boar's ass with a good load of cum. He felt the heat cover his cock, adding to the already furnace levels of heat that the boar's ass had, and he sighed in pleasure as he started pulling out. The well-fucked hole tried to tighten around him, but after getting stretched out so much, there was no way that it could tighten enough to stop him. His cock slid out with a wet pop, and he could see the white ooze of his cum trying to flow out after it. He yanked the boar's speedo back up to stop that, chuckling as he did.

"Oh god...oh god..."

"Heh, told ya you'd love it."

"Always....always that good?"

"Yep."

Scutes stood up, pulling his own speedo back up as his cock retreated into his cloaca, and Bristle slowly did the same. A wet stain in the front marked his own orgasm, and a spreading stain in the back marked the creampie that the gator had left him with. And that blush, oh that blush was just too cute. The boar tried to cover himself, but the gator yanked his hands away, making sure that he, and everyone else, could see the evidence of how much Bristle had enjoyed being fucked in front of an audience.

After a few more cell phones had gotten a picture of the event, he let go of the boar's hands. By now, though, it seemed that Bristle didn't care quite so much. At least, he kept his hands to his sides even though he was still blushing. Scutes chuckled at that, shaking his head as he looked back up at the boar's face.

"You always come here on Tuesdays?"

"Uh, yeah, wh-"

"Good. I'll see you next week."

Scutes smirked as the boar stared at him, jaw agape as the gator leaped back into the water. The crowd scattered away from him, going back to what they had been doing and pretending that they'd seen nothing. Even the lifeguard was trying to look away and be professional, though with that big boner in his lap the gator doubted that anyone would buy that little pretense.

From underwater, Scutes could see more than a few bulging swim trunks, and he watched as some people fondled each other, and some did their best to ignore the urges building down below. Nobody was going soft anytime soon, though; everyone was rock hard even five minutes after he'd gotten back in the pool.

He ignored it all. He was more focused on what next week's fuck would be like, anyway; that boar had one hell of an ass, and he couldn't wait to give this audience another show.

The End