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Nalz grunted and checked his phone for the third time in as many minutes. He scanned the room one more time, just in case he missed his entrance, and still did not see him among the small crowd. All the other interns were there: Jenni, Marcus, Shelly and Mara. Mara was the intern from his department. Jenni, Marcus and Shelly each belonged to a different department. Every summer the company took several bright, young students from the nearby college. When Mara made eye contact with Nalz, and smiled shyly--fluttering her eyelashes--he took a long drink from his red, plastic cup and turned away.

Mara flirted with him relentlessly during breaks at the office and on the way out at the end of the day. She was a cute, petite, bright-eyed and a smart girl; some breed of dog, but Nalz had no idea what breed that actually was, nor did he particularly care. He was sure she had told him at some point, as she tended to prattle on about herself when she delayed him. He had no interest in her; not to mention, he didn't want to lose his job over banging some young thing. Relations within your own department were discouraged, to say the least. Outside of your department, however, was a different matter entirely. It was almost encouraged as a sort of game to fuck with the other department heads. Of which, Nalz was one of them. He'd be damned if he was going to lose again this summer.

All unofficial, hush-hush, of course.

Another long swig and his cup was empty. Nalz made his way over to the ersatz drink table and ladled himself another cupful of the fruity concoction. If there was any alcohol in it, he could barely taste it. Not surprising really, considering whose house the party was in. Darrel, the homeowner, was not known for his excess, quite the opposite really. A regular miser. It suited his short, squirrel self--always hoarding his riches. Nalz pulled his flask from his back pocket, tipping it over the rim of the cup until the drink was properly spiked.

A buzz in his front pocket demanded his attention. Nalz pulled the phone out with a third hand as he screwed tight the cap on his flask and read the new text message.

Just got here. Traffic was shit. I've heard Darrel is a cheap-ass and I know you've always got a flask. Make me something good, please?

Nalz scoffed at the audacity of the boy. Rather forward for the head of a department! But he made short work of mixing him up something nice and stiff. He hoped the younger man hadn't pegged him as an alcoholic; he just liked to make things interesting.

The front door opened as Nalz pocketed his flask. He picked up the fresh drink and weaved around several groups, like the obstacles they were, to reach his objective. The young man standing in front of the door pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down, revealing a tousled mohawk of cerulean hair and a handsome face. A paintbrush stroke of red outlined his grey eyes against the brown scales covering his short snout. The young man smiled shyly when he spotted Nalz strutting confidently toward him. He looked down at the cup offered him and took it hesitantly. His fingers brushed the older males as he took it and a faint blush crept into his cheeks.

"It's a good thing you don't work for me, Jake," Nalz grunted and took a drink from his own cup. Jake straightened up at the reprimand.

"How come, Mr. Z?"

"'Cause I don't like it when my charges are late."

Jake looked down into his cup and swirled the liquid idly. "Sorry, Mr. Z."

"Save it. I'm kidding." Nalz turned around and motioned for Jake to follow him deeper into the crowd. "It's a fucking almost-mandatory work party. Like I give a shit. You probably want to be here less than I do. Probably some young thing you'd rather be out on a date with, anyway." Nalz waved his hand in the air over his shoulder. Jake took a long pull from his cup, downing half of it. He stifled a cough, surprised at how strong it was.

"Not really. I've got nothing in that regard, to be honest."

"Oh yeah," Nalz asked in disbelief, looking over his shoulder. "Never would have guessed." Jake crossed his arms and took another sip.

"What do you mean?" It wasn't a very serious question. Jake had realized, weeks ago, that Nalz always seemed to find time to talk to him, even though he interned in a completely different department of the company.

"Come on now! A cute young boy like you should have girls falling over each other to get in his pants." Nalz said it so nonchalantly that Jake coughed into his cup, mid sip. The larger reptile--well over a foot taller than the younger lizard--chuckled at the reaction. "It's not that hard to believe."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Z," Jake said into his cup, using it to hide his blush.

"Damn right whatever I say! I'm twice your age, I've got just a wee bit of experience," Nalz said with a smirk. He took a swig from his cup and scanned the crowd. There were about forty people from work. The room was large enough to accommodate separation between groups, but only just. Nalz didn't really want anybody to hear him flirting with the intern. He also wanted time for the alcohol to get into Jake's system. Nalz had been talking to and subtly hitting on Jake for a few weeks, so he had a feeling Jake might be persuaded to indulge the older man.

"Well, we should probably mingle a little bit. Make ourselves seen and what not. Word of advice for company get-togethers. Talk to everybody, so that if you bail early everybody will say they saw you and just think you were off with another group the whole time. Oh, and," Nalz pulled out his flask with a lower hand and held it out to Jake, "take this. Darrel's shit is weak, as you heard. Help an old man out and save my liver from me. Who knows how much mileage it's got left in it."

Jake took the offered flask and eyed the intricate engraving on it. It was an eagle perched on top of an anchor behind a globe, a rope twined around the end of the anchor. The design looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Something military affiliated came to mind. He wondered if Mr. Z had served. Jake looked up at the taller male and raised a red brow. "You're not old at all, Mr. Z."

Nalz smiled and ruffled Jake's hair affectionately. "Thanks for the compliment, kid."

"I'm not a kid," Jake said with a frown. He couldn't help that he looked so young! Well, not wearing sweatshirts that are two sizes too big might help...

"You are compared to me, boy" Nalz grinned and padded away, melting into the crowd.

Jake watched Nalz go and then finished off his drink. "Hmph, kid," he grunted in annoyance and made his way to the drink table.

He decided he'd drink all of Nalz's hooch out of spite. Despite Nalz teasing him about his age, he did find the older man intriguing. Everybody else his age seemed to be so concerned about themselves that they had nothing left for anything else. Selfies, constant social media posting about how great their lives are and trying brag about it. Granted, he was sure Nalz hadn't been hitting on him for weeks out of some altruistic notion. The big, four-armed lizard did at least show restraint while trying to charm his way into Jake's pants. Jake also knew where his place would be if he accepted Nalz's advances. He wouldn't mind being the bottom of that totem pole.

Punch sloshed into his cup as he ladled it in. A four second pour into the cup from the flask followed. As he sipped the mixture, he spotted Nalz in the crowd. His mouth was open and his shoulders shook with laughter. Jake couldn't deny the man looked handsome in his dark green dress shirt. The color contrasted his grey and black scales, crimson stripes and head spines. He exuded a confidence that Jake had felt drawn to since he'd met the reptile. Not to mention the aura of strength and stability the man carried and a wit he wielded like a weapon. He kind of wished he interned in Nalz's department. Although, that would mean Nalz would be ignoring him. Company policy and all that nonsense.

Nalz turned and caught Jake staring at him and smirked. Jake returned Nalz's infectious smile. The lizard lifted his cup, nodded and took a sip; Jake returned the gesture. His three companions--all old hands and department heads--turned to see who Nalz was looking at. All three smirked and gave Jake a knowing look. This puzzled Jake, especially when all three turned back to Nalz and he looked suddenly embarrassed. It was as if all four of them were in on something and he had no idea what. He did, however, have a sneaking suspicion that it concerned him.

"What're'ya staring at, Jake?" Jake started at the sound of Mara's coquettish voice at his side.

"Oh, uh--hey, Mara. I'm not staring at anything." Jake tried to sneak Nalz's flask in his cavernous front sweatshirt pocket. He knew all about Mara's shameless attempts to flirt with Nalz.

"Is that Nalz's flask?" Mara said prettily, but Jake could hear the jealous tone as if it were dripping from her fangs. Everybody in the office knew Nalz carried it, but nobody in management seemed to care. He kind of wanted to rub the fact he'd giving it to him in her bitch face.

"Yeah, it is. Mr. Z told me to take as much as I wanted," Jake started and then shrugged, "but he told me not to share with anybody. Dunno why." Jake shrugged. Mara's brow furrowed. He smiled in triumph at her internalized rage.

"I see," Mara said curtly and stalked back to the group of interns, fists clenched. Jake figured she'd been watching him the whole time he'd been talking to Nalz. The crocodile-skink, with his head held high, decided now was a good time to mingle.

*****

Jake jumped when he felt something brush his backside. He spun to see who had been so presumptuous, but there was nobody close enough to have done it.

"What're you kids talkin' 'bout?" Nalz slurred slightly as he inserted himself into the group of interns, directly to Jake's left.

"Come on, Mr. Z, you already know, just dumb kid stuff," Marcus said mockingly.

"I figured. Just thought I'd see if any of you had elevated yourselves to adulthood yet." Nalz shrugged and cast an eye onto Jake. "Looking for somebody?"

"I guess not. Thought somebody touched my butt," Jake said sheepishly. The other interns snickered.

"Huh, strange. Wouldn't surprise me though. Hey, where's Mara? Maybe she did it and ran away." The other interns chuckled at their fellow intern's expense. They all knew Mara couldn't have done it. Not only did they know she was hot and bothered for Nalz, they knew she had it in for Jake ever since Nalz had started talking to him.

"No way, Mr. Z," chimed Jenni, "she'd never do that. She's probably off brooding about something."

"I wonder what it could be," Nalz said dumbly, as if he had no idea. "Say," Nalz said after he killed his drink, "ya'll don't mind if I steal your boy Jake here, do ya?" Nalz put his hand heavily on Jake's shoulder and squeezed it. "Wanna talk to him about an upcoming project. Our departments are going to be working together on it."

Jake looked up at the taller male nervously. Nalz's empty flask was light in his sweatshirt's front pocket and his cup was almost empty. His cheeks were warm with his intoxication. He hadn't heard anything about any new project. The current one wasn't even half finished!

"Nah, Mr. Z. Not like we can tell you no, anyway," Shelly sighed.

"That's the spirit!" Nalz pushed Jake away from the group, both upper hands on the boy's shoulders. "Myself and Jakey-boy here have a lot to discuss!"

Nalz pushed Jake along, away from the party goers. The only people that seemed to notice were Nalz's earlier companions, unbeknownst to Jake. They started to jokingly place bets among themselves on what Nalz had planned for the intern.

"This your first time at Darrel's?"

"Yes," Jake replied timidly.

"Well, get used to it if you end up working for the company once you finish your degree. He always volunteers to host these shindigs. If he wasn't so cheap in every other way I might call him generous. Honestly, nobody else wants to host these things. I'll be damned if I ever host one at my place."

Jake just nodded as Nalz rambled. He wondered how much the big lizard had had to drink. Nalz didn't ramble when he was sober. "Where are we, uh, going, Mr. Z?"

"To talk, of course!"

"I know, but where and why away from--"

"Right here!" Nalz interrupted and abruptly stopped.

Jake hadn't really looked at the size of Darrel's house from the outside. They were far enough away from the party that the sounds of voices were distant. Nalz had stopped in the middle of the hall. There was one closed door just to the left and one open one slightly ahead and to the right.

"Okay...so, what's this new project?"

Nalz turned to face Jake and turned the younger, shorter crocodile-skink to face him. Jake looked up into the older male's stoic face. "Uhm, Mr. Z?"

"It's a personal project. A simple one, really. Between you and me. You just have to answer one question." Jake put his hands in his sweatshirt pocket, a nervous habit. Wondering if between you and me meant what he thought it meant.

"O-okay." Nalz leaned down, looming over the intern.

"Better not lie, or give me a bullshit answer now." Jake stepped back and found the wall against his back. He was a little bit scared, but a strange excitement bubbled in his gut.

"Yes, Mr. Z," Jake answered obediently.

"Are you attracted to me, Jake?"

Jake blinked, dumbfounded. He'd never had anybody ask him that so bluntly. Nalz watched him like a hawk watches prey, waiting for confirmation of what he was sure he already knew.

"What?" Jake whispered.

"Yes, or no?"

"I--uhm, I--y-yes, Mr. Z." Nalz stood up straight and nodded his head once to himself.

"Good, figured as much." Jake blushed and fidgeted. He'd just admitted to the man he looked up to as a mentor that he also had a thing for him. The whole situation had him completely out of his element and he had no idea what Nalz was going to do next. Suddenly, a thought came to him. What if he could turn the tables on Nalz?

"What about you, Mr.Z?"

"What about me," Nalz asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the intern.

"Do you like me?"

"Dumb question, boy."

"Why, Mr.--?" In one smooth motion Nalz stepped forward, slid his lower hands around the boy's slim waist, gripped his ass firmly and lifted him off the ground. Before Jake could process what was happening he found himself at eye level with the tall reptile; gazing into his predatory eyes before the man's lips pressed roughly against his. His head bumped against the wall from the force of Nalz's inebriated kiss.

The mixture of alcohol and being dominated by the older male sent shivers of heady arousal down his spine. He'd never expected something like this to ever happen with Nalz. Not even during his horny, daydreaming alone time in his dorm. The lizard tilted his snout and groped Jake's rump greedily. Jake hesitantly opened his mouth to the man, who instantly took advantage of the opening. The crocodile-skink exhaled through his nose and inhaled the smell of alcohol and maleness. He pulled his hands from his pocket and slowly wrapped his arms around Nalz's neck.

Jake learned quickly that Nalz was a man on a mission, feeling the reptile's upper pair of hands sneak under his sweatshirt, palms sliding up his soft-scaled chest. Despite him working at the company, they were hands that knew a hard day's work. A strength that made his body tingle in a new, wonderful way. The couple other guys he'd been with had never come close to causing this new sensation. It was intoxicating.

"M--Mr. Z," Jake finally gasped into Nalz's mouth. He wanted a moment to catch his breath, to process what was happening.

"Shut up, boy," was Nalz's grunted response.

Any further protest was silenced when Nalz's tongue slipped between Jake's lips and into his snout. He moaned, unable to silence himself, as Nalz's claws raked down his sides. The lizard's tongue tangled with his own. Even during the most intimate of kissing, Jake yielded to Nalz's utter dominance.

When Nalz ground against him, between his wide spread legs and felt the reptile's yearning desire, Jake knew he would completely surrender himself to the man's will. He'd do whatever Nalz demanded. And only because he so desperately wanted to please this powerful, possessive man.

Nalz's strong hands groped Jake's rump freely, fingertips probing between his cheeks and under his tail. Jake's body tensed when the roaming fingers brushed his tailhole. His cock flexed in response, straining against his tight underwear and shorts. He was surprising himself with how turned on he was.

Finally, Nalz lifted his lips from the boy's. Jake gasped for breath and his body quivered from the adrenaline burning through him. Part of his brain was confused, stuck in the "flight" response of fight-or-flight. He was clearly at the mercy of another. Nalz didn't seem the type to ignore a 'no'; but why would he even want to bother finding out?

"Not bad, kid. Your ass feels even better than it looks," Nalz growled, voice dripping with lust, as he give the intern's rump an appreciative squeeze. Jake blushed hotly.

"T-thanks, Mr. Z. It's nothing special, really." Nobody complimented him on his ass. Personally, he was quite proud of it.

"Don't argue with your elders," Nalz chided and dragged his claws down his sides again. Jake gasped and arched his back, inadvertently grinding his erection against the big lizard.

"You seem to be quite enjoying this," Nalz chuckled and started firmly rubbing Jake's crotch. He smirked as the intern's mouth opened in noiseless pleasure.

Jake's eyes snapped open when the secure presence of the wall disappeared from his back. He tightened his arms around Nalz's neck. Nalz carried him down the hallway and through the only open door. He kicked it shut behind him, taking a moment to lock it, and headed straight for the garish, pink couch in the middle of the small room. Nalz dropped heavily onto the couch and Jake found himself sitting in the lizard's lap, directly on top of the man's erection. He didn't need to see it to already feel it was impressive. The perceived size intimidated him. Not even his toy was this large. Jake didn't know what the man had in mind, but he knew it involved himself and Nalz's dick.

"The couch may be ugly, but at least it's comfortable." Nalz stretched his upper arms out across the back of the couch, lower hands on Jake's slim, fetching hips. "Speaking of, why don't we both get more comfortable?"

"How do we do that, Mr. Z?" Jake asked timidly, hands back in his sweatshirt pocket.

"By taking clothes off, duh. You can start with me." Nalz relaxed into the cushions and waited patiently.

Jake swallowed and nodded. His hands left his sweatshirt and fumbled with the top button of Nalz's dress shirt. The trembling his hands were doing was impossible to quell. Slowly, each button came undone, revealing more and more of the older man's defined, well-muscled torso. Nalz assisted in removed the shirt from his arms and tossed it to the floor. Jake took the reptile's body in. In his eyes, Nalz's body represented the quintessential male form. He couldn't help but run his hands over him, marveling at his gleaming, lubricious scales--feeling each contour and muscle. This was a man that took very good care of his body.

"Pants, boy, don't forget the pants," Nalz interrupted. He was enjoying the intern's obvious delight with what was before him, but he couldn't ignore how badly he desired that boy's mouth. Nalz quite enjoyed being appreciated, especially by such a sexy young thing.

Jake nodded and climbed out of Nalz's lap. He kneeled on the floor between Nalz's legs and unbuckled his belt. The button of his pants and zipper followed. Nalz lifted his hips as Jake tugged his slacks off his hips and down to his ankles. On the way down, Jake admired Nalz's sculpted thighs and calves. He didn't particularly have a thing for feet, but there was something about Nalz's that interested him.

The pants joined Nalz's shirt in a heap. There was only Nalz's boxer briefs between Jake and the man's cock. Nalz's erection was clearly outlined by his underwear--thick and lying horizontally across his upper thigh and pelvis.

"Tsk, don't be so greedy, Jakey," Nalz teased, smacking Jake's hand away when he reached for the hem of his underwear. "It's your turn. Stand up, turn around and lose the shorts. But! Do it a little slow-like. You're not allowed to drop them. Pull them all...the way...down."

A small whine escape Jake's throat. "Come on, Mr. Z, do I--" Jake silenced himself at Nalz's baleful glare and did as he was told. With his back to Nalz and eyes closed, he unbuttoned his shorts, slid the zipper down and slowly pushed his shorts down. He gripped the article tightly and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. Here he was, at a company party, bending over, butt on display to the man he had a crush on. The whole ordeal was pushing beyond every boundary he thought he had. He wasn't about to stop pushing, even if those boundaries crumbled.

When his shorts were around his ankles he opened his eyes. His tail was down, out of sheer embarrassment, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Shyly, he looked between his calves. The predatory grin stretching Nalz's lips made him shiver. Excitement and uncertainty intertwined. Nalz's gaze traveled from his backside and down his shapely legs until they met Jake's eyes. Jake looked down at the reptile's feet.

"Undies too, boy. No, don't stand up all the way. Half way, just like that, yeah. Nice and slow, now."

"Yessir," Jake squeaked.

Jake hooked his thumbs into the elastic and began to slowly tug his underwear down. He didn't get far before he had to free his straining boner to get them any lower. His cock bounced free in the open air and his undies slid smoothly over his round rump. Nalz made an appreciative sound behind him, making the intern feel self-conscious about how his backside looked. Jake secretly hoped it was good enough for the man. He pulled his undies down more quickly once they were off his hips. As he stepped out of the pool of clothing he felt something push his tail up.

Nalz had two toes on either side of Jake's tail base and was lifting the intern's last attempt of modesty out of the way. Jake jumped up, covering his butt with his hands, but not before Nalz had gotten a wonderful view. Nalz smirked his signature smirk.

"Kid, there is absolutely no reason to be bashful with an ass that perfect," Nalz assured the mortified intern.

"Perfect ass. Mine?" Jake repeated to himself, as if he didn't understand what he'd heard.

"Yes, boy. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Now, turn around. Might as well show me the rest." Nalz sat up and impatiently assisted Jake in turning around, hands gripping the boy's thighs.

Jake turned reluctantly, self-conscious about his dick, being nowhere near as large as Nalz's. When he turned around he realized the extent of how he didn't compare. The lizard's violet, rigged length stood proudly in the open, touching Nalz's belly as he leaned forward.

"Right as always, I am. Perfect cock to go with that perfect ass and that cute face of yours," Nalz practically purred to himself. Jake watched, without really comprehending, as Nalz pulled him closer and then engulfed his member in his long snout without a second thought. The intern gasped and he steadied himself, hands on Nalz's broad upper shoulders. His body quaked as the lizard's tongue dragged up the underside of his cock. For showing such a hard exterior the man sure had a soft mouth, Jake's hormone clouded mind managed to think.

"Mr. Z--ah...fuck."

Jake's cock pulsed and he shivered as the older man sucked him. Of all that had happened so far, this was the most unexpected. He couldn't believe his cock was buried to the hilt in the reptile's snout. Maybe Mr. Z is drunker than I thought, Jake wondered as Nalz groped his ass with two hands and a third fondled and squeezed his balls. Having someone with four arms blow him was even better than he'd imagined.

The intern was a quivering, moaning mess when he felt two fingers probe his tight ass. Jake couldn't handle any more and grunted, eyes screwed shut as his balls pulled up tight to his body. Orgasm washed over him and all the tension in his body flowed out of him through his twitching cock. He felt Nalz swallow each spurt of cum with aplomb as lizard's rough tongue caressed his sensitive tip.

Nalz tugged and squeezed Jake's softening length until he was satisfied he'd sucked him dry. He sat up and then dropped back into the couch's plush cushions. A broad, self-satisfied grin on his lips. He wiped his lips on his arm and eyed the quivering crocodile-skink.

"And that's how you suck a dick proper, Jake," Nalz said with drunken swagger. Jake nodded, his legs shaking. "On your knees now. Show a dirty old lizard what you got, kid."

Jake swallowed heavily. "Yes, Mr. Z." Jake hoped he wouldn't crack under the pressure. He didn't want to let Nalz down. Not on his first personal project with the man.

*****

Jake opened his mouth, both hands around Nalz's impressive endowment, and lifted his head. A thin tendril of cum stretched between his lips and Nalz's cock. He hadn't been quick enough in swallowing, nor had he expected quite so much. Cum slithered down his thumb, threatening the cuff of his sweatshirt.

Then, a knock at the door. Jake's eyes snapped to the door and he eyed it warily.

"Fuck," Nalz growled, "looks like we have to cut things short, boy. Too bad" Nalz put a hand on Jake's head and ruffled his disheveled Mohawk. "Got you naked from the waist down and didn't even get to do anything about it!" Jake pulled his tongue back into his mouth, realizing it was hanging out, and licked his lips nervously.

"Probably Darrel wanting to show off his hideous pink couch. 'It's designer furniture,'" Nalz mocked, parroting Darrel's nasally voice. "Well, don't just sit there savoring the taste! Put your pants back on, boy! But not before I get another feel." Nalz bent down, stretching to grope Jake's plump posterior. Having attained a solid grip, Nalz pulled Jake into one long, last kiss.

Jake nearly forgot there was someone at the door.