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“What the hell is going on here?!”

“Dad!” Deion scrambled away from the lizard on his bed, both of them looking shocked. Rather understandable considering they’d been making out and doing a little more when Jackson had walked into the room. Of course, being a teenager, Deion was quick to turn things around on him. “Don’t you ever knock?”

“Don’t try to play me, Deion! I saw what you were doing! Damn fool, you’re too young to be having sex! Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“We’re just doing what feels good, Dad! And we’re not too young, other kids are doing it too!”

“That doesn’t mean anything! Jesus Christ, you’re fifteen years old, you’d get a man arrested if he did something with you!”

“Gage is fifteen too! No one’s gonna get in trouble!”

“You’re already in trouble! We’re going to have a long talk about this, and you’re gonna be grounded for a long time-”

“Like hell!” Deion suddenly jumped up from the bed, and Jackson had to step back, unsure what his son was going to do. But all he did was storm to the door, and Gage, who had just been a spectator, joined him. “You’re not gonna keep us apart, Dad! You can try all you want, but it’s not gonna happen, we’ll find ways to sneak around you! So get over yourself!”

The two of them left, slamming the door behind them, the final words ringing in Jackson’s ears. He felt his blood boil - the nerve of that kid! He’d had his share of issues with Deion, raising him alone had that effect, but this was very new territory. Sure, he’d seen Gage hanging around Deion, and the two had been getting closer as of late, but he hadn’t suspected a sexual relationship.

It wasn’t a problem that Gage was a guy, he knew that some of his family members would be a lot more troubled by that, but hell, after Denice he wasn’t about to demand anything like that from his kid. But having sex? He was 15, and Jackson was sure he didn’t know the first thing about safe sex. He sure as hell hadn’t seen any condoms in his garbage. Was he fooling around with others as well?

The worst part was the attitude. Yelling at him like that, like Jackson had done something wrong checking in on him and trying to assert some authority over him? He had half a mind to march right after him, maybe with a belt in his hand...

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. No, he couldn’t let anger rule him like that. Deion was a teenager, and that was what teenagers were like; just forbidding him wouldn’t amount to anything, it would only make him resentful and more liable to sneak around. He had to find a different way of dealing with the situation, one that would help them all and leave them with a minimum of conflict.

Perhaps...the lizard boy’s parents can help. I’d best meet with them...they deserve to know what’s going on as well. They might be able to help keep things in check. Just gotta find out his name…

Then he saw the bookbag. Gage had left in behind when he’d joined Deion, wherever they were going...hopefully he’d ruined the mood enough to keep them from any funny business. But more importantly, he could get his full name. He opened the bag and rummaged through it. Even better - he not only got a name, but there was also a letter in there, with an address. Now he had all he needed, the only thing left was for one of his parents to be around.

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A twenty-minute walk, and there he was, at the condo where Gage lived. He was fairly certain the two of them hadn’t absconded here, but he was ready for a confrontation if that had been the case. Taking another deep breath, he knocked on the door.

It took a few seconds, but he heard movement from inside. A moment later, the door opened, and a tall male lizard appeared, looking at him without any clear expression. “Can I help you?”

“I think so. My name’s Jackson, I’m the father of one of Gage’s friends. He’s not around, is he?”

The lizard shook his head. “Haven’t seen ‘em today. Is there a problem?”

“A bit of one, perhaps. I’d really like to talk with his mother as well. Would she happen to be...around?”

He knew immediately that he’d struck a nerve; the reptile’s expression contorted darkly, and though he appeared to remain outwardly calm the tension in his face and voice was all too clear. “His mother is...most likely living it up with her rich boyfriend somewhere far away, and the farther away she remains the better.”

Guilt sank into Jackson; sure, there was no way he could have known, but that didn’t make it feel any easier. “I apologize...shouldn’t have assumed.”

Another shake of the head from the reptile. “No, I should be apologizing...shouldn’t be pushing my problems onto strangers like this. Sorry...it’s just kind of a rough deal…”

“It’s all right...I’m kind of in a similar boat, myself. You’re a single dad, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. You too?”

Jackson nodded. “About eight years now. So I know a bit of what you’re going through, I think. Is it all right if I come in, Mr…?”

“Just call me Rhett.” He stuck out his hand. “And you?”

“Jackson.” He shook the lizard’s hand, and then the door opened wider for him. As Jackson walked in, he felt almost at home; the condo didn’t look like his house did, but there was an undeniably familiar atmosphere, one of a busy dad and a teenage kid doing there best to make the place look like some amount of attention was being paid to it. He had the feeling that Rhett was very much in the same boat as he was...he’d be able to connect with the lizard just fine.

“You want something? Coffee, tea, soda?”

“Coffee’s good.” Rhett nodded and poured him something as he sat at the table near the kitchen. The chair squeaked under him, and he noticed a bit of wear on it. He was pretty good with touch-ups like that, perhaps he could use that if he needed to ease any tensions with Rhett. Though hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

Rhett came, and the coffee came with him. The lizard sat in the next chair over, getting another creak from it. “So, Jackson...you said there might be a bit of an issue with our kids?”

“Ah, yeah. I came home today and went to check up on them, and they were...well, going at it a bit.”

Well, he’d definitely caught Rhett’s interest with that, as the lizard’s eyes widened briefly. “You mean, sexual ‘at it’?”

“Yeah. Not full on, but from the sound of it this wasn’t the first time, and I kinda suspect that they’ve been doing a lot more than what I just happened to see.”

Rhett sighed. “To be honest, I had my suspicions. I found some searches on his computer, looking at that kind of stuff...figured I’d have to talk to him about it at some point, but it’s been busy lately and I hadn’t gotten around to it.” He sipped at his coffee. “He hasn’t been...pushing your boy into doing anything, has he?”

“Not that I know of. Deion seemed pretty much on the same wavelength as him. I haven’t seen anything like that on his computer, but he’s probably hiding it.”

“Well, at least it’s mutual...I worried that he might go a bit far, he’s always been, well, eager. But I guess that explains why he’s been so cagey around me when I ask what he’s been doing with his friends. I’ll have a talk with him, make sure he knows what he’s getting himself into and that he’s staying safe and treating your boy right.”

“You’re not...going to stop them?”

“Might as well try to stop a volcano from erupting. They’re at that age where they want to be themselves and get their hormones pumping, and once they’ve set their mind on it anything you do only makes them push harder - and that’s when disaster happens.” Rhett sighed again. “Believe me, I share your concerns, and if I had my choice they’d be keeping it clean, but I’d rather know they were nearby and careful than dodging around and being risky.”

Jackson considered this. There was a definite truth in Rhett’s words. And he didn’t want to lose his relationship with Deion, he was his only son and only real family around, there was extended family but they didn’t live nearby and were rarely seen. He nodded in agreement with Rhett. “I guess you’re right. Best thing we can do is give them a safe haven if something goes wrong, and make sure they know what the right thing to do is. Hm, now I feel kinda bad about yelling at them when I got in there…”

Rhett laughed quietly. “Nah, I think they needed a reality check. I’d’ve done the same thing...it’s one thing to talk about it, another to actually walk in on it.”

“Still, maybe I’ve already caused trouble…I don’t know if Deion will be as receptive when I talk with him about it. Teenagers can be fickle beasts...”

“Nah, I doubt it. I’ve had a couple rows with Gage, too...you’re only in trouble if you cut deep, hurt him at who he really is. These kinds of things, they’re typical stuff, kids always expect their parents to try to hold them back. Those things patch up easy when you talk gently with them.”

“I hope you’re right.” He took another sip of his coffee, and the conversation went quiet for a moment. “...Hard to do on your own, isn’t it?”

That got a nod from Rhett. “Sounds like you know it pretty well, too. Eight years, huh?”

“Yeah...though in some ways it’s been a bit longer. Feels like it’s been a while for you as well.”

“About seven now. If you’ll pardon my asking...what do you mean by it being a bit longer? We could swap war stories, if you will.”

Jackson hesitated. “Well...you sure? It sounded like I hit on a bit of a sore point earlier…”

Rhett waved a hand. “Don’t worry about that. I was just caught off-guard, happens when someone brings it up when I don’t really expect it. But it actually kinda puts me at ease to talk about it...especially knowing I’m not the only one who’s got it hard.”

“Well, if you’re all right with that, I’ll be more than happy to chat about it with you. It’s a pretty tragic story, but not in the same way as yours. Wasn’t another guy that stole her from me, it was madness.”

Rhett certainly looked intrigued. “What was her name?”

“Denice. Married her a year out of high school, after we’d been dating for two years. It was great for...about six years. Got our own place, had a kid, seemed like life was all that. Then she starts acting weird. Starts hearing things, seeing things, and coming to me with all these wild stories. And she started not being able to keep it together...couldn’t do stuff she’d been doing for years, couldn’t take care of Deion, and just acting weird as hell. Brought her to the ER after she hurt herself with a knife, not intentionally, just being reckless...they got a psychologist in there, and said it was schizophrenia.”

“Oh, dear. That doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah, most everyone’s heard of it, and it’s as bad as they think it is, even if they don’t know what it is exactly. When she took her meds, she was all right, but hell if we could keep her on them...tried all the time, but then she’d miss them, and you could see it in her that she wasn’t well. Then about four years after it started, she took off in the middle of the night...only had a thousand bucks in cash, the clothes on her back, and one of our cars. They found the car about a week later, but she was gone, and there’s been no word about her for eight years. At this point, she’s most likely dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Those stories rarely turn out well...wish there was a way they could actually cure that kind of thing.”

“Yeah. It sucks...it’s worse than if it had been cancer or something. I mean, those things are terrible and tragic, and take people from you way too early...but at least we know what they are, at least we kind of understand them. I couldn’t get anyone to tell me what was wrong with her, why she wasn’t able to keep to her meds, because they don’t really know what the deal is.”

“Too true. Maybe they’ll discover a cure for that, and maybe they’ll also find a cure for cheating bitch at the same time.”

Jackson chuckled in spite of himself. “Are you sure I’m not gonna be opening scars?”

“No, no...the more I talk about it, the easier it gets to deal with. I don’t know that I’ll ever be over it, but keeping quiet just lets it build up.” Rhett took a gulp of his coffee and sighed. “Her name was, well, it was Beatrice, but I called her Bea all the time. I met her in high school as well, but we didn’t start dating until after we graduated. We got married just over a year after that...maybe too soon.”

“It’s always so hard to say. I knew someone who got married after about two months, and they’re still together after almost a decade...and then there was the guy who dated for eight years, finally got married, and then they divorced about two years later. Course, that was all his fault...he was the cheat in that one.”

“Yeah, that would do it. Me...I don’t know if it was my fault at all or not. I mean, I never cheated, never would’ve considered that, but was there more I could’ve done to keep things together? I don’t really know. Bea was a flirt, and I guess I wasn’t as attentive to that...or to her. I mean, I worked hard for her, I always did what I could to keep her happy...but...I guess I wasn’t exciting or rich enough for her. She always wanted expensive stuff, and wanted to travel all over...we took vacations once a year, as much as I could manage with the job, but about nine months out of the year she would be whining about being stuck at boring old home.”

“That sounds kind of like the things I was hearing from that guy. Was she cheating on you?”

“During the last year, for sure. Before that, I don’t know. She definitely got the attention of other guys, and I certainly wouldn’t put it past her...she loved attention, and getting it was sometimes all she thought about. But there were other times where she would be scandalized if a friend ever said anything like that. It might’ve been an act...but who knows.”

“But at some point, she definitely was.”

“Yeah...I didn’t notice it until she sprung it on me. It was a bit more than seven years ago now when she came in and told me she was leaving. Like, right that moment. Told me she’d met a rich playboy who could give her everything she wanted, and just...walked out. Literally...she didn’t even take anything with her. Guess she didn’t think there was anything worth taking. My guess is he’d been buying plenty for her already...I don’t know exactly how long she’d been seeing him but looking back, the signs were there for almost a year, and I just didn’t want to accept it. And after that...I never saw her again. Not even for the divorce proceedings...she mailed it in and said she wanted nothing. Not even partial custody of Gage.” That scowl crept back onto Rhett’s face. “That was the worst part. She wasn’t a very good mother...she paid less attention to Gage than I did, even though I worked so much, and she was less than patient when she did. But he still loved her, and it hurt him a lot that she didn’t even care enough about him to try to get custody. I guess she considered him a burden on her lifestyle as well.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah. Makes me sick...she doesn’t even care what she did to him. I’ve done my best to raise him and teach him right, and make up for her neglect and absence, but it still hurts him, I can see it.”

Jackson nodded. “I know what you mean. Deion has always struggled with what happened to Denice...he knows she was sick, but he doesn’t understand it, just like most everyone else. It’s hard to talk with him about it because he just gets so angry, he doesn’t get why he had to be deprived of a mother like that.”

“It’s hard on them...and on us, too. We lose the people we were closest to, and all that came with that. Haven’t been able to find anyone else...honestly, I haven’t really tried, the betrayal’s just made it really hard for me to deal with women at all.”

“Yeah...honestly, I tried a little bit after Denice went missing, but it never really worked. I wasn’t over her at the time, and I don’t know how Deion would react now. But it’s tough. I miss the closeness, the companionship, all of that.” He paused for a moment. “And I hope you don’t think this is crude, but I miss the sex, too.”

“No need to worry...I sympathize with you on that.” Rhett sighed again, wistfully. “I didn’t really have as much of the other stuff with Bea...I don’t think we ever meshed like I thought we would back when I married her. But she was great in bed. I wouldn’t want her back just for that alone, but it’s something that I do miss.”

“I mean, we’re maybe a bit past our primes, but we’re not dead yet. I’ve thought about dealing with it a lot of times, but just...I dunno, none of it’s ever felt right to do.” Jackson let out a small, quiet laugh. “When I think about it, I guess there’s a bit of jealousy in there, you know, with Deion. He’s getting it on with a guy, when I haven’t been getting in on with anyone. Don’t really understand the whole thing with doing it with a guy, but if that’s what they want, I ain’t stopping them.”

Rhett was quiet for a moment, and Jackson started to wonder if he’d gone a bit too far...then the lizard said something which surprised him. “You want to try it?”

“...What?”

“Well, easiest way to understand it is to give it a go.”

“Are you…”

“Sure, why not? Haven’t been with someone else in a long while myself, and even that was an escort, no real connection to make, just getting my rocks off. Might be better if it’s not someone who I know I won’t be seeing again.”

“But, I mean...I’m not…”

“Ya sure? You chatted up another woman since? Eight years, no sign of her, you don’t sound like you’re expecting her back…”

“Well...I mean...I don’t, but...I haven’t really…” Jackson paused. It was true, he hadn’t really made any moves to find a new relationship, there were opportunities but he couldn’t find it in himself to make a move. Then again, he hadn’t moved on guys, either…

“I’ve been thinking about it a while, and I don’t think most of us are as locked in as we think. Hell, even wild animals will do it with other guys if there aren’t any females around...maybe they ain’t really gay but they don’t think about that.” Rhett set his coffee cup down onto the table. “After Bea, I just couldn’t deal with women anymore. I know most of them aren’t like her, but...well, I just couldn’t handle the thought of it. Maybe it was just that I’d never be able to get by without thinking about what had happened. So I was kind of out of women. But that didn’t meant I didn’t have urges...eventually I just started using material with guys. It worked better than I thought it would...maybe I’ve just a touch of bisexual in me, or maybe it’s just the same as those animals when no girls are around. Not the first thing, or the most effective thing, but it does the job when it needs to. And it doesn’t have any of the baggage that I have with women.”

When he thought about it, it certainly didn’t sound that bad. Jackson knew he was starved for some kind of contact of that nature, though he hadn’t considered another guy. Then again, if it worked for Rhett, why couldn’t it work for him? “You ever tried it before? I mean, in person?”

“Haven’t had the chance. But it can’t be that bad. Hell, gay guys have to get something out of it, and we’ve got all the same equipment. I wouldn’t mind giving it a go.”

“With a guy you barely know?”

Rhett smirked slightly, just a twitch at the corners of his mouth. “Well, if things hold true, we’re probably gonna be seeing more of each other...unless the kids have a blow-up, and Gage ain’t really that type. Besides, there aren’t a whole lot of other openings...don’t know a lot of single guys, especially single guys who’d go for it. And we’re kind of kindred spirits...we know each other a bit more than your average two guys who’ve just met, because we’ve been through similar stories in life.”

That pretty much settled it for Jackson. “Well, what the hell. I can’t think of a good reason why we shouldn’t give it a try. If we don’t like it, well, nothing’s lost, but maybe it’ll be fine and we’ll find a new outlet for ourselves.”

“Was hoping you’d say that. So...you wanna take this upstairs, then?”

“Sure, why not.” The two ascended from their seats and Jackson followed Rhett up the stairs towards the bedroom. For a condo, it was a pretty nice size, it didn’t feel small for two people unlike the apartment Jackson had lived in with Deion for the first year or two after Denice had disappeared. He was glad to get back into a house after that, but he’d thought about a place like this, smaller but enough for two and less upkeep. It was hard to keep things clean with him working most of the day and Deion either in school or being a teenager and doing everything he could not to help out around the house.

Rhett led him into a fairly spartan bedroom, nothing much for decoration, just the essentials. “Hope you aren’t big on scenery...I just don’t really go for anything like pictures on the walls,” the lizard said apologetically.

“Eh, it’s fine, I doubt I’ll be focused on anything like that anyway.” Jackson couldn’t deny feeling nervous, this was something very new to him and he wasn’t sure what was gonna happen. He was trying not to show it, but it probably was pretty obvious. “So...uh, you know what we’re supposed to do here?”

“I’ve got a general idea, from some of the stuff I’ve read and seen. I guess the first thing to do is get our clothes off…” It was almost a relief to Jackson that Rhett sounded as nervous as he felt. It wasn’t just him...somehow if he was at ease with it, it wouldn’t have been as welcome. “First time I’ve been naked in front of another guy...hell, I don’t think Gage’s ever seen me in the buff. Though I can’t say the reverse is true…”

Slowly the pair of them stripped off their garments, a bit uncertain about it the entire way but keeping pace until they were both standing bare in front of each other. It was clear Rhett was in fairly good shape for his age, just as Jackson was - neither of them were muscular but they didn’t have guts either, they did just enough to keep themselves healthy enough for their years. He found himself a bit curious about the reptile’s equipment, it wasn’t hanging out there like a human’s. “You gonna show up at all?”

“Yeah, yeah, hold your horses.” Rhett worked his dick out of his slit, getting it to start growing as he fished it out with a few well-placed finger strokes inside. It was a pretty impressive size, bigger than Jackson’s own, and seeing it was definitely giving him a few unfamiliar twinges of arousal. He definitely hadn’t been turned on like this by a guy before, but after so long without any attention, he was finding it more than a little effective.

A bit of stroking and self-titillation later, the two of them were both at full mast. Jackson had to admit, strange as he was, Rhett had it going on down there - large and thick, slightly textured, shaped more pointed than a human, thinner at the tip but thicker near the bottom, it was unlike anything Jackson had ever seen and he was kind of digging it. “That’s a pretty neat tool you’ve got there, man.”

“Er...thanks?” Rhett looked a bit embarrassed to hear that. “I guess it’s not as exotic if you live with it.”

“Fair enough. So, uh, what now?”

“Well...I mean, there’s a couple different things we could do...one of us can try taking the other up the ass, or we could use our mouths...you got a preference?”

Jackson made a face. “I...really don’t wanna put my mouth anywhere around there, or have yours there either. No offense, nothing to do with you, I just...never could get behind that. Even with Denice, no mouth stuff, it just always grossed me out.”

“Really? I mean, it’s not unclean or anything...or, well, not any less clean than anything else we’d be doing.”

“Yeah, I mean, I know that, but...it’s just a thing, you know? I’d have an easier time doing the whole anal thing than anything oral.”

Rhett shrugged. “Well, I’m not gonna force you. Supposed to both be enjoying it...I guess anal it is, then. You wanna give or take?”

Jackson thought for a moment, then decided if he was going to do this, he might as well go all in. “What the hell. I’ll take it. Kinda curious about how that feels, anyway. Just make sure you go slow, okay? You’re kind of a beast down there.”

“Of course. Gotta get you ready first, though. You wanna bend over on the bed there?” Jackson did as instructed, settling his entire upper body on the bed and looking over while Rhett went to retrieve a small bottle from his dresser drawer. “Glad I keep this stuff around for jerking it...I don’t have any condoms, though. You okay with that? I can guarantee I’m clean.”

“Hard to catch anything when you don’t get any. I’m fine, but we probably don’t want to mention that to the kids, they might start thinking they can get away with that.”

Rhett snickered a bit. “I’m in favor of not letting the kids know about this period. Can you imagine their reaction?”

“Yeah, for sure. But if this becomes a thing, ain’t no way they won’t figure it out at some point.”

“Point. Heh, I guess it’s a bit of like father, like son here, eh? Kinda taking some of the same risks they are...they’d take us to task if they found out.”

“We’ve been on this earth forty years and change, we’ve earned a bit of risk-taking, I think.”

“With you on that.” Rhett sat down on the bed next to Jackson’s upturned rear, squirting a bit of the lube in the bottle into his hole. The human gripped the bedclothes tight as he felt a finger prod in there, pushing in as gently as possible. He tried to ease up, not fight the intrusion...it was difficult, the feeling was very unfamiliar and started out very uncomfortable, the little bit of stretching not making him feel all that great, but Rhett went slow enough that he was able to adjust after a bit. Slow breaths and heavy sighs came as he tried to keep himself relaxed, letting that finger do its work of spreading the cool stuff inside to ease the way.

It got a bit tougher when he worked the second finger in there, opening him wider than before. A couple of grunts came out as he found himself in a bit more discomfort, enough that Rhett paused his ministrations. “You okay?”

“Fine...just...a bit slower, okay?”

“Sure.” Rhett began working him again, but went at a slower pace, stretching him more gently than before. Jackson found that to be a bit more manageable, and he was better able to relax and adjust to the insertion, the discomfort receding and leaving an odd sensation of fullness. Rhett continued to work deeper, as deep as he could, and it still felt all right, if not exactly pleasant...then he felt the fingers brush up against something a bit firmer inside, something that felt really good. He let out a loud moan as his cock jerked a bit underneath him.

“I think I hit the right spot there,” Rhett observed with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, no kidding...that felt pretty damn nice.”

“You think you’re ready for the real thing?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Jackson nodded. “Yeah...don’t think I’ll ever be more ready, so let’s just...get to it.”

“All right.” Rhett shifted off the bed and lined himself up behind Jackson, pointing his hard dick at the prepped hole. Jackson could feel the slick tip, cool and wet with the lubricant, gently pushing against his ass. That slightly bumpy surface felt rather distinct from Rhett’s fingers, unusual but not unpleasant as it rubbed against the ring of tight flesh. The first bit wasn’t problematic, but as Rhett push in further, the thickness began to exceed what he had been exposed to, and he began to feel uncomfortable again. His breathing got deeper and heavier as he once again tried to relax, let himself open up for the big lizard cock...relaxation wasn’t coming easy, even though Rhett was taking it very slowly, holding himself back from going any deeper while Jackson tried to adjust. Each fraction of that staff felt like it was taking longer to adapt to, and he was starting to wonder if he shouldn’t back out.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt the tip of Rhett’s dick touch that spot again. The feeling was once again sensational, and after a bit of a reflexive response, he felt his hole finally relax, the discomfort receding as the tension gave out, allowing Rhett passage into him. This was accompanied by a loud grunt from Jackson, enough to give Rhett pause. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah...I’m doing fine now…” Without the tightness in there, it was starting to feel pretty good...Jackson didn’t know if that would remain the case if Rhett went deeper, but he was willing to try. “You can keep going...I think I’m past the worst of it now.”

“If you’re sure...just let me know if it starts to be a problem.” Instead of simply pushing in, though, Rhett pulled back a bit, letting Jackson’s hole get a moment of relaxation before pushing in faster, sinking inside him more firmly than before. The human felt a twinge, but it went away quickly, helped along by the pleasant rubbing of his insides and the brush of contact with his prostate. He was panting again, but this time in a relaxed and pleasured way as Rhett started into a slow rhythm, drawing out and pushing in just enough to keep him feeling good. Slowly his thrusts worked himself deeper, a fraction more every time he entered, the increased girth providing brief moments of uncertainty which receded on the next thrust, until they were gone and he simply felt full, and not in a bad way.

He wasn’t sure how long they had been going at it, but at some point he felt scaled hips press against his buttocks, the last inch of lizard dick embedding in him. Rhett was panting above him, not used to this kind of intense action after being without a partner for so long...it took a lot more energy than he remembered, but it was oh-so-worth it. “That’s all of it...damn, I didn’t think you’d be able to handle that, not your first time.”

“What can I say...I’ve gotten pretty tough.” There was a bit of an ache in his rear, but nothing Jackson couldn’t handle, and there was enough good feeling that it was pretty overshadowed. So far, sex with another guy was turning out to be better than he’d thought...and being so close to someone else, so intimate, was another pleasure on top of everything.

Now Rhett began to thrust again, moving a bit more quickly and forcefully than before. The ache rose again briefly, but so did the pleasure, quelling any second thoughts Jackson might have harbored. He moaned loudly as he was penetrated by that bumpy shaft, the tiny nubs rubbing him in peculiar ways deep inside him, and as his most sensitive inner spot was given a routine striking, amplifying the sensations with spikes of pleasure. He lifted himself up a bit on the bed, pushing back into Rhett as the lizard worked him over...and then it got better, as he felt a scaly hand slide under him and start stroking his own cock, making him leak precum all over the bedclothes and Rhett’s fingers.

Rhett was enjoying it just as much. Jackson’s rear hugged his member tight, a wonderful warmth surrounding him that he’d lacked for so long. It felt so alive and different, not like his hand, not like the toy he’d tried out her and there that just didn’t feel right. There was just something about having another person, someone to share it with...that was the real joy of sex, not only receiving but giving as well. And his partner was so receptive, despite it being his first time like this...well, it was Rhett’s first with another guy as well, but he wasn’t finding anything to complain about. He might even have dared to say it was better than anything he’d even done with Bea...though maybe his emotions were coloring those memories in a less pleasant light. He leaned in closer to Jackson, wrapping his free arm around him as his chest pressed against the human’s back, pumping him harder both front and back as he felt himself approach his limit.

Jackson was getting there too, the cascades of ecstasy working their magic on him. His cock twitched as he felt that familiar tightness in his gonads, all signs pointing to release. He didn’t fight it, didn’t try to hold it back, he’d been needing it for too long to do so now...with a restrained cry he came, letting it all go as he shot his load onto the bed, soaking the fabric with his load, perhaps not as large as it was in his prime but still plentiful enough to make a mess. It felt good, a rush through his body, making him clench down around Rhett a bit, tightening himself a bit more than he wanted to but the force of his orgasm blocked out any discomfort.

Rhett wasn’t far behind, thrusting in rather hard on his last motion as he hissed, a deep almost primal sound signaling the onset of his own peak. Healthy ropes of reptile seed splashed inside Jackson’s ass, giving him yet another new experience as he was filled for the first time in his life. Rhett was more productive than he’d expected, with plenty of fluid leaking back around his cock and dribbling around his hole even as more of it sank deeper inside him, leaving him with an oddly nice wetness deep within his body.

Their orgasms subsided soon enough, perhaps too soon for them, yet the pleasant feelings persisted. Both of them lay on the bed, panting hard, unused to the intensity of the romp, but deeply satisfied, happier than they’d been in a long time. They’d found something they’d both been missing from their lives, and even if it wasn’t love per se, it was something they knew they both needed, and that they’d both be indulging in again. Laying together, Jackson in Rhett’s arms, no words needed to be said...they both knew the score, they felt it within each other, and that was all that mattered.

Until the sounds of a door opening down the stairs reached their ears. They both perked up a bit as they listened to the footsteps traveling around, two sets, though they didn’t seem to be coming their direction, at least not yet. “You think they’ll come in here?” Jackson asked.

“Maybe...Gage wants me, he’ll look here if he doesn’t find me. Then again, they might just go do something on their own...you think we should cut this short?”

“Mmm...nah.” Jackson felt a little grin form on his face. “Feels too good to let it go now...they have a problem with that, they can just deal. Besides...pretty sure that even thinking of your old man having sex is a great mood-killer...might get those two hotheads cooled down just a bit.”

Rhett chuckled at that. “I can get behind that.”