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I drummed my fingers on my leg, feeling the muted ripple in my leg with each tap. The plane felt somehow still and hectic simultaneously - the loud sound of jet engines washed away the life in everything, but there were still flight attendants meandering about and children throwing tantrums. At this point in a flight, I would usually have immersed myself in a movie, letting noise cancelling headphones cut away the throb in my head, but I'd planned pretty poorly over the last few days. Yesterday, I figured I'd download some movies or a show to my phone, but I put it off until earlier today. Apparently, I'd also decided to take a rain check on setting an alarm, and had gotten up three hours before my flight. I ended up making my priority to pack clothes and drive to the airport, not entertain my future self.

I was seated in the middle of my row. To my right was an empty seat, and to my left was a very large crocodile. Or, maybe an alligator, I really don't know the difference. I looked left, gazing out the window at the rolling tufts of cloud beneath me. Doing my best to go unnoticed, I moved my gaze just a little to get another look at the croc. Earlier in the flight, I had wondered if he might be eight feet tall, but seeing him from this close made it unequivocal. He was at least eight feet tall, and his body was sized to match. I quickly peered up at his eyes, making sure he hadn't noticed me. He was still engrossed in his book, so I continued staring. His body was covered in large scales, a dull green color plastered over him. On the underside of his chin and down his neck were finer straw-yellow scales, which likely covered the rest of his underbelly, too. His head had a trail of rough spikes that followed his body down his back, eventually stopping at the end of his thick tail. For a crocodile, he was actually somewhat slender. Not to say that he was skinny, of course, but his body was just tight muscle - not an ounce of fat apparent on him. As I was about to turn my head back, his bright blue eyes locked onto mine, his sharp white teeth exposing as he grinned at me.

I threw my head to the side, breaking eye contact and staring at the fabric back of the seat in front of me. He'd caught me staring at him. I could feel my heart throbbing with the adrenaline in my veins, my body panicking in tandem with my mind. Trying to quell my nervousness, I continued tapping on my right leg with my hand. I named each finger in my mind as it struck my thigh. Thumb. Index. Middle. Ring. Pinky. I did it again, taking a breath in through my nose as I did.

Thumb.

Index.

Middle.

Ring.

Pinky.

I felt a large palm fall onto my left thigh. The large crocodile's hand was big enough that his fingers nearly encircled my leg at its thickest. His claws lightly dug into me through my jeans as he gave my leg a gentle squeeze. I looked up at him, and saw him doing his best version of a kind smile. It was still a little intimidating, considering his teeth.

“Don't worry about it."

Although his words were forgiving, his deep voice and powerful tone rendered them as a command. I smiled back at him, feeling his hand lift off of my leg as he went back to his book. Although he'd told me not to worry, I was feeling a lot more anxious than before. I pulled a long breath into my lungs, slowly releasing it to clear my mind. Unfortunately, the contact had stirred up some unwanted thoughts into my mind, and I was having trouble getting them to go away.

I bet he could pick me up and rail me without breaking a sweat.

I tried to remember what color my luggage strap was.

My head probably fits in his maw.

Was it Thursday or Friday? Or, maybe, Saturday?

I wonder what his dick looks like.

What's the exchange rate from euros to USD?

I wonder what his dick tastes like.

Defeated, I stood up and headed to the bathroom. I needed some time to clear my head, or I was going to get an erection next to the giant crocodile. Distance grew between us, and I eventually reached the little metal door of the bathroom. I slid it shut, flipping the small latch closed and turning on the lights. I leaned against the wall of the bathroom, taking deep breaths and easing my mind. Okay, I was fine. Really, nothing too weird had happened. For all the crocodile knew, I was just looking at him. And the leg thing wasn't that bad either - he might just be a handsy dude. There you go, we're just mutually strange people.

A chill ran down my spine, resonating with a quiet knock at the bathroom door. Suddenly, stress crept back into my mind. Who knocks on an airplane bathroom? Luckily, this situation didn't require any complex decision making. The only thing I could do was open the door, especially considering I wasn't even using the bathroom.

I opened the door latch, turning the light off in the process. As the folding door slid open, I felt the blood rush from my face. In front of me was the crocodile, standing at least two feet higher than me. I looked up at him, eventually forcing words out of my mouth.

“I'm done." Regretting my idiocy, I wished I'd said nothing at all.

He didn't reply, just grinning a little. He looked around, making sure nobody was looking, his toothy smile growing as he stepped into the bathroom. As he entered, he steered my body with his large hand, pushing me back into the cramped stall. I was speechless as he locked the door again, the lights flickering on and illuminating his sharp teeth.

“Actually, I think we're just getting started."

My face contorted, a feeling of sick discomfort and arousal creeping over me. I felt his large hands grope at my back and shoulders as he pulled me face to face. I could feel his moist breath flow over my ear as his voice went on. This time, his tone was almost a whisper, his pitch higher and less threatening.

“You want this, right?"

I hadn't expected him to ask permission. His hands stood still on my body, his grip soft enough that I could squirm away if I wanted. I didn't know how to answer his question. I was aroused, for sure, but I didn't know if I wanted this. Eventually, I convinced myself to limply nod. His menacing smile firmed along with the force of his hands. His left arm coiled around my back, his hand grasping the left side of my waist. His right grasped my head as if it were an apple, tilting me back and allowing him to press his mouth to mine. My jaw lolled open as his tongue pressed against my lips, the heft of cool wet flesh probing into my mouth. A lot of mammals find the cold-blooded aspect of reptiles a big turn off, but I'm used to it - my last boyfriend was a gecko.

His heavy tongue pressed into me further, nearly filling my mouth. The crocodile couldn't stick it out past his snout, so he'd turned his head sideways, pressing my skull between his large jaws as he tongue fucked my mouth. The sheer lack of control was euphoric, the feeling of surrendering myself to this larger, stronger male - no, to this carnivore, had my blood boiling in my veins. As his wet flesh rolled against my own, I could feel his slimy saliva pooling in the back of my throat. I worked up the courage to swallow it, feeling my knees buckle as I did. I collapsed in the strong crocodile's grip, my entire weight supported by his powerful arms. The thick tongue writhing between my cheeks pinned my own tongue to the floor of my mouth, making my body shudder at the dominance. I began to gag as the girthy tongue pressed at the opening of my throat, a sensation I certainly wasn't used to. The pressure on the back of my head began to wane, letting the tongue slip from my mouth and allowing me to take deep breaths again.

Supporting me momentarily while I reoriented myself, the enormous reptile set me down on my feet in front of him. His clawed fingers held my arm tightly as his other hand unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. In front of me was his long genital slit, covered in the faint yellow scales of his underbelly. I was frozen in place, but the sleeky muscled man took control on my behalf. He brought my hand limply to his slit, pressing my palm to its apex.

“We don't have a lot of time in here. Get working."

He pushed me onto my knees, my shoes pressing against the metal toilet bowl behind me. I followed his command, pressing my index finger against the tight lips of muscle sealing his manhood insidej. It slipped in, instantly being lathered in his slick slitfluid. I looked up for confirmation, but the crocodile looked a little agitated.

“You're going to need more than a finger."

Certainly, his slit had more than enough room for a few. My middle finger wormed in, fingering his slit twofold, but I still found there was no reaction. As I pressed a third finger in, I could smell his overpowering musk spilling from his freshly aerated slit. It was so strong that I could almost taste it, and that was enough to show me just how much I needed to really taste it.

Soon, I had four fingers sliding in and out of his slit, the muscle around it beginning to loosen. Time wasting away, I decided to take things a step further. He was large enough for me not to worry when I allowed my thumb to follow the rest of my hand into his body, wetting my entire hand with his fluids. The extra reach it allowed me let me feel his limp cock gliding over my lubed fingertips, and I started teasing it. I could feel the spire of flesh beginning to harden against my ministrations, the crocodile petting my hair as I worked. Wrist deep in the reptile, I felt the cock extend enough to slide into my palm. I began stroking it, tight walls of flesh on all sides of my hand as his member began to kiss the dry air.

I felt his hand grab my forearm, clutching me stiffly as he wrenched my hand out from his slit. The tip of his bright pink cock was peeking out of his groin, finally exposing itself after being well teased. Its smell was even more potent than before, an odour of fishy saltiness dwarfing every other scent in my mind.

My face was quickly smashed up against his crotch, his moist cock dribbling pre against my cheek. I got the message, bringing my lips to the drooling rod of meat. It was a little strange to blow a room-temperature dick, but I was too caught up in submitting to the larger male to care. I suckled at the exposed flesh, feeling the bite of salt against my tongue. More of the croc's meat filled my mouth, slitfluid and pre overpowering my saliva in both taste and volume. I bobbed back and forth over the throbbing tapered cock, the thickness taxing on my jaw as it stretched to fit.

The crocodile's cool meat was fully erect now, and I guessed it was about ten inches long. Every sensation reminded me how large the male who was using me was, at least twice my weight and nearly so my height. I could only fit about seven inches in my mouth, his cockslit bumping at the back of my throat with each thrust. He was still petting the back of my head, and I could feel his body stiffening as he approached his climax. Occasionally, I gave the clubbed head of his cock all the attention, gently lapping at it and drinking all the musky pre I was awarded. Other times, I let my tongue worship his heavy urethra, occasionally toying with the throbbing veins under the taught skin of his cock.

The crocodile let me take the pace for most of the blowjob, but as he became stiffer his hand took charge, pressing the back of my head along his cock more rapidly. I did my best to keep my tongue moving, never letting my teeth graze his gargantuan flesh as it violated my mouth. The thrusts became shorter, shakier, and more frequent, warning me as they did. I braced myself and wrapped my hands around the flesh I couldn't fit in my mouth, holding it tightly. His other hand grabbed the back of my head, suddenly pushing me down to my limit on his cock. I took a quick breath through my nose before ropes of thick cum began shooting out of the meat inside of me. Initially, they were violent, belting along the back of my throat before dripping down my gullet, but moments later it became a sensation of pouring; Cups of cold musky semen merely drooling into my maw, waiting for me to swallow.

The taste made me shiver. The undeniably sharp reptilian tang, somehow dry and oily, coupled with a bitter stinging and wet saltiness. My tongue was coated in the crocodile's savoury seed as it poured into me, the big croc still holding my head in place. The flow reduced to a thin trickle, only small strings of the dense, viscous cum left on my tongue.

A sharp pull yanked me off of the spire of flesh, pulling me back to my feet before spinning me and pressing the back of my head tightly to the crocodile's muscular chest. In the top of my vision, I could see his maw, sharp teeth visibly glistening in the straw lighting of the airplane. The cock that had so recently been in my mouth was now turgidly straining against my middle back, reminding me how tall this reptile was.

Without any warning, a large scaled hand drifted to my waist, quickly pulling my underwear and pants down to my knees. The leathery palm wrapped around my penis, dwarfing its average length in his enormous hand. He gave me a few quick strokes, teasing at my cockhead with the tip of a claw. I was pretty sure each of his his fingers were bigger than my entire cock, and I shuddered again. He's so big.

The crocodile patted my filled stomach, lowly grumbling out as he did.

“I've still got a lot in me."

I rolled my head back, looking at his head above me. His heavy hands found my sides, wrapping around my entire waist with ease. He picked me up effortlessly, barely straining at my weight. His maw tilted downwards, letting his tongue quickly find its mark and plunge deep into my mouth. His moist member was resting between my buttcheeks now, the crocodile lining himself up. I had been fairly certain we were done, but it seemed that things were just about to accelerate. To be honest, I was a tad scared of letting him put that thing inside me, but I did my best to trust him.

In tandem, I felt his tongue press deeper into my jaw and his slick cocktip spread my pucker open as it pushed in. His tongue went back and forth into my mouth, but his meat slowly ventured onwards, opening me further as it found more available space. I felt fullness like I never had before, being stuffed from both ends, a load of the crocodile's virile jizz already inside of me.

I swallowed another mouthful of his stringy saliva as he kept pumping into me, the tapered cock wedging me apart as it nudged further and further into me. I wasn't sure, but I felt like he was almost entirely inside of my bowel.

Scaled hands crept over my body as he fucked me, pinching my soft skin gently and squeezing over me. I whimpered against the cold tongue that filled my mouth, the feeling of being owned, overpowered, used, driving me wild. I'd already decided that this crocodile could have me, and my muscles were limp in his grasp.

His enormous palm moved back to my throbbing cock, miniscule in comparison to his. He cradled it between his scales as he pumped into me, slowly beginning to run his hand up and down my cock. I was in ecstasy, feeling the thick rod of pink croc meat in my intestines, something similar invading my mouth, and an enormous hand jerking me with three fingers, playing with my balls with the other two. All I could smell was the crocodile's breath as my head rested limply in his maw. I started to feel my butcheeks slapping against his scaled hide, bringing me to realize he was thrusting his full length inside of me. As I approached orgasm, I clenched my ring around the intruding flesh, hoping to bring him to his own.

It worked.

He pulled my hips taught against his crotch, the thick cock spraying volleys of gelatinous, sperm-rich seed into me for the second time that day. It actually felt cold inside of me, drawing the heat out of my insides to warm the cum from his temperate testicles. As the voluminous ejaculation emptied into me, I shivered as I, too, came. The crocodile tighly held me against his chest as I tensed, several ropes of my own load landing against the bathroom wall. I could hear him heaving behind me, deep breaths causing his body to arc outwards before moving back to a resting position. His second orgasm was shorter, the heavy influx of cum that filled my gut coming to an end.

As he lifted me up off of his cock, I did my best to clench my sphincter closed. I really couldn't afford his cum spilling out of me onto the floor, or worse - my clothes. He completed his task successfully, his cock now drooping limply in the air.

After cleaning up, I exited the bathroom first. I was glad the crocodile hadn't tried to give me some sort of power display by coming out with me. He didn't seem to be particularly dominant outside of certain contexts.

I reached my seat, soon seeing him exit the same bathroom I just had. I scanned the plane for strange looks, but nobody seemed to be paying attention. Somehow, I think we've gotten off scot free.

The behemoth crocodile approached me, waiting for me to tuck my knees back so he could squeeze past me to his seat. Every motion reminded me that I was filled with his jelly-like cum on both ends, somehow arousing me only moments after our rigorous depletion. He settled down into the undersized seat, buckling himself in before looking at me. We hadn't really talked much, but the toothy grin he gave me seemed far less intimidating. I smiled back, somehow feeling closer to him now than I had during our intimate excursion.

“That was pretty crazy."

I spoke quietly, not wanting to stir suspicion around us.

“Yeah, it was. Was it… Y'know, good - for you? It seemed like you were into it, but I had a feeling you wanted someone pretty dominant so I didn't ask."

I giggled softly, realizing that this intimidating epitome of maleness was a actually scaly teddy bear putting on a little show.

“Yeah. Really good."

I looked down, lifting the armrest up from between us. He moved his arm aside so I could fold the bar away, effectively putting us in one large seat. I could see him relax, freed by the addition of extra space for his body.

“Thanks," he mumbled.

His arm raised up over my head, lowering down atop my shoulders. I took the hint, letting it drape over me as I rested my head against his shoulder. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, slowly thundering away. His hand opened up on his knee, the satin scales glowing in the reflections from the plane's window. I extended my own hand to meet it, resting it on top. We both marvelled at it for different sides of the same reason. He was so big, and I was so small. My entire hand, fingers fully extended, was barely larger than his palm. After ogling the discrepancy for a moment, I slid my hand up, interlacing our fingers together. He closed his hand over my palm, enveloping it with his smoky green scales. My eyes closed, safe in his embrace, but I was soon stirred by his voice.

“So, Australia. Do you live here, or is this a vacation?"

“I don't live here yet. I'm moving in a few months, though."

As I spoke, I felt his hand slowly pat my back. I started drifting out of wakefulness again, but he kept speaking.

“I live in Adelaide. Where are you moving to?"

There was optimism sizzling in his voice. I had to think for a moment, as I wasn't ready with any quick answers.

“Currently, my plan is just Australia. I just can't stay in Denver. I really don't want to get into it."

“Okay."

The air was still for a moment.

“After this, I want to see you again."

Head still tucked against the crocodile's breast, I smiled softly. Squeezing his hand, I replied.

“You will."