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GATOR TAILS: CAR TROUBLE

Thomas was not having a good night. First he got held over an hour on his extended work shift. Then while on his way home, the cloudy night sky burst open with rain and it was coming down quite heavily. He had never seen rain like this since vacationing on an island earlier that year. The third thing to happen was the car accident, which a police officer flagged him down and informed him about, that resulted in the road being shut down. So he took the next available turn off the main road and stopped to turn on the cab light, before grabbing the road map from the glove box in his truck and figure out where he had to go. Unfortunately the car accident happened in a very inconvenient stretch of the road itself, with very few connecting side roads. The current one he was on took him a little out of the way, but it at least reconnected at another point past the location of the car accident.

Thomas switched off the cab light and switched on the bumper mounted fog lamps, before resuming on down the road. He remembered from the map that there was a branching point not too far along and he needed to make sure he remained on the current paved road. The man had to reluctantly keep his speed down and be on the lookout for any unfortunate animals that got caught in the severe downpour and happen to be crossing the road in front of him. He wanted to roll the windows down further than just the crack at the top, due to the air conditioning being broke and it was still pretty warm outside. But that would mean the cab and seats getting soaked. Thomas briefly pulled the truck over and proceeded to shed his t-shirt and shorts, before grabbing a brown towel from behind the bench seat. He then spread it out behind his back and under his ass. The boxers came off next and were tossed over onto the floor board with the rest of his clothes. At least he could now resume driving and not sweat quite as much, while sitting comfortably on the towel between him and the sticky vinyl seat itself.

He was not sure exactly how long he had been driving, but was quite sure the road should start gradually bending like what he saw on the map. Instead it just kept going in a relatively straight line and he could swear he had run out of asphalt to drive on. An unsettling feeling then began to set in and he began to wonder if maybe he missed the split in the road and was now going the wrong way. At that moment, the fog lamps illuminated something very large and black moving very slowly across the road. Thomas spotted the animal and slammed on his breaks, causing the light empty back of the truck to pitch. He quickly grabbed the wheel and tried turning it to correct his swiftly changing direction. It was too late and he heard the tires leave the road and a bush scrape the bottom of the truck, as it skidded off the road and then down a gradually sloping embankment. He did manage to bring the truck to a complete stop mere inches form ramming into a tree that quickly came into view.

Thomas then put the truck in park and looked out the back window of the cab, to check where the animal was in the rain. There was no sign of it anywhere. He then put it in reverse and carefully applied pressure to the gas petal, to get the truck moving back towards road. At first there was no movement, then the truck lurched backwards a little before the tires begun spinning and the back end pitched, moving his truck to now be parallel with the road he was on. He immediately stopped the truck and just sighed, before turning the ignition off. All he could do now is get his clothes back on and walk up to the road and wait for another person to drive by his spot. Hopefully they had a truck too and could pull him back onto the road. Thomas then slipped his clothes back on and stepped out of the cab into the pouring rain.

He closed the door and walked around the truck, using it as support on the wet slick grass. The man then stepped away from the truck and took his time going up the slope. He had made it almost to the road, when his foot found a bare spot in the ground and it shifted under the weight of his stocky body. First his foot slipped, then his leg followed and then his whole body pitched, before falling over onto the ground and rolling back to the truck. Thomas raised himself up onto his hands and knees, before doing a quick assessment of himself. Nothing felt damaged or broken, but now most of himself was splattered with mud. Although his head remained clean to a certain point, he had pieces of wet grass now stuck in his short hair and full beard.

“Great. Nothing broken, but now over half of me is covered in mud." Thomas mildly criticized himself. “At least that won't last for long, with this heavy rain. Just need to get back on my feet and stand at the truck for a moment."

Thomas gripped the tire he rolled against and then gripped the edge of the truck bed, as he carefully brought himself back onto his feet. At this point, his sandals were beginning to shift under his wet feet and would make the second attempt up to the road a little more difficult. He sighed and carefully bent over to remove them, then tossed the sandals into the truck bed. The feel of the wet grass and dirt under his feet actually felt soothing and the rain itself was actually a welcome relief from the summer heat earlier that day. Thomas then got an idea and got back down onto his hands and knees, before crawling up towards the road again. This time he actually made it all the way to it's dirt surface, which gave him absolute confirmation he was off the original detour path. He looked both ways into the rain and could see nothing as a reference, to judge just how far he had traveled on the dirt road. The man then just sighed and simply stood there, as he began using the rain to begin removing what mud had not already washed off of him.

By the time he finished getting the mud removed and all the grass picked out of his hair, his eyes caught something moving in the distance. It vaguely resembled headlamps on a vehicle, but it was at the far limit of the viewing range in the rain. The twin spots of light then began to slowly grow in size and clarity, as his ears picked up on the faint sound of a large powerful engine running. As the headlamps got closer, it was obvious they set high up off the road and had to belong to a truck. As the vehicle got closer, a vague outline manifested to reveal it was indeed a truck and set higher off the ground than his own. Thomas then raised his arms and began waving his hands through the air, as the outline of the large tires started to become visible. The truck was not traveling all that fast and easily slowed down enough to coast on up next to him. He watched the truck stop and then heard a door open and close from the other side. An equally stocky and hairy man, dressed in just denim bib overalls with a full beard, then appeared from around the front and extended his hand out towards Thomas.

“The name is Fred. What brings you out this far into my neck of the woods stranger?" He asked politely and shook the friendly hand extended by the man in return.

“Bad car accident back on the main road. Had to take a detour and then missed the split in the road. Now I am stuck here, with my truck down there by the trees." Thomas replied and pointed at it.

Fred looked past him and saw the truck sitting at the end of the grassy embankment, with it's passenger side directly facing them.

“Looks like a simple enough fix. Any major damage to the truck?" Fred inquired.

Thomas shook his head.

“Good. Let's get you into the cab and dried off, while I get my beast turned around and ready for pulling it back out. I'll give you a hand with climbing on board."

Thomas then turned towards the truck and just now noticed the door handle set just beyond his head. Past the door on the left was a vertical handle to grab for leverage. He looked down and saw a heavy metal step made from a thick pipe, with a noticeable tread plate attached to it. Fred reached up and opened the door for him, as Thomas put one foot on the step and grabbed the nearby handle. He then boosted with his other foot on the ground and pulled with his gripping hand, to get himself up to the truck cab. He then stepped in and sat down on the thick dark towel already proved for him. It was large enough to cover the back of the bench seat as well.

“There are additional large towels behind the seat, that I keep handy for weather like this during this time of year. Oh… don't worry about the floor with your muddy feet. I keep it covered with vinyl all weather mats. Easier to keep clean." Fred assured him.

With those words, the passenger door was closed. Thomas took a quick look around and noticed just about all of the truck interior was black. It's styling suggested it was a vehicle old enough to not be all that electronic. The driver side door then opened, before Fred hoisted himself up into the cab at surprisingly quick speed.

“Now. Let's see about getting your truck back on the road."

Fred then put the truck in gear and did a slow careful three point turn, pointing the front towards where Thomas's truck was sitting. The sound of the engine lent assurance that it could handle pulling his truck free from it's muddy prison. The truck was then put in park and the engine left running, before the emergency brake was engaged.

“Okay. Need your keys for getting it in neutral, before attaching the wrench and getting it pulled free form the mud." Fred suggested and held out his hand.

Thomas just nodded and handed him the keys, then watched Fred hop back out of the truck just as easily and then walk around to the front. Metallic clicking then began echoing into the cabin, as the man began slowly stepping away from the cab. He leaned forward in the cab and saw a thick metal cable and a slick coiled black one connect Fred to the truck, as he slowly and carefully made his way down the embankment. He then finally took the opportunity to notice the man was not wearing any boots. Thomas was baffled at how the man himself was even staying vertical, while holding onto both the metal cable and some large box with buttons. He just shrugged and watched as Fred proceeded to get his stranded truck hooked up to the wrench. Thomas then decided to finally take off his soaked clothes and begin the process of drying off, as he watched Fred do his thing with the other truck. He had no idea where to properly set his clothes out of the way, so he put them in a pile on the floor at the center of the truck cab. He was grateful for how generously large the towels were and had himself dried off, by the time he heard the motor rev up and the wrench engage.

The truck only lurched a little, as Thomas watched his truck slowly move towards the road and turn itself at the same time. He was initially unsure how this was being done and then saw Fred's arm hanging out of the window of the driver side door, while holding onto the wrench control box. Once the truck straightened out to face the one Thomas was sitting in, the engine settled back down to idling levels. He then saw Fred get out of the attached truck and walk back up the embankment, using the wrench cable for support. The man then walked on around to the driver side again, and got back into the cab. It was at this point Thomas realized he was still naked and for some random male hormone related reason, had a hard cock. He politely draped a towel across his lap, as Fred looked right at him.

“You don't have to bother with covering yourself up, on the account it's me. I'm not a woman and we are both adult men. So what if you popped a random boner. Happens to us healthy men all the time. Anyway, I got the truck into position, for pulling you completely free form the muddy embankment. Just need you to get behind the wheel and guide it, as this big beast truck of mine finishes the job. Sound good?"

“Sure. I think I can handle that and thank you for your help tonight." Thomas replied, before he opened the door and held onto the towel, as he stepped back out into the rain.

He then carefully stepped down from the truck and wrapped the towel around his waist, before closing the door. The man then slowly and carefully made his way back to his truck, while using the taunt wrench cable as support. This time he managed to get all the way back to it, without even slipping once. Thomas opened the driver side door and noticed his keys were left in the ignition and the transmission left in Neutral. He then slipped the towel off and sat down in the seat, before closing the door and wiping the excess rain off the inside. The man put his arm out the open window and gave Fred a thumbs-up that he was ready.

The other trucks engine then revved up to higher levels again, before he felt a slight lurch and then watched in utter amazement, as the bigger truck effortlessly crept backwards. It's tires didn't slip once and continued to pull him with his truck on up the embankment. He then saw Fred wave a hand out the window in a circular motion, before seeing the bigger truck begin to turn. Thomas got the signal and turned the steering on his truck, to match the altered travel direction. His truck eventually made firm contact with the road after a couple minutes and soon had all four tires back on the road. He lightly applied the brakes, to prevent his truck from rolling… but it didn't respond and thankfully stopped on it's own. Thomas had a suspicion there was at least some critical damage done.

“I have something important to show you!" Fred yelled form his truck, as he stepped out and walked in between the two vehicles.

The headlights reflected off what was now a completely naked and hairy man with a belly, as he came right up to the driver side door. He motioned for Thomas to then step out and then pointed to the ground towards the truck, as the man reluctantly did as requested. Fred had a flashlight in his hand and it was pointing down to the muddy road. The light was illuminating the mud directly and revealed darker coloring flowing in a thin stream from under the truck itself.

“Looks like when you took out the bush, it snagged and broke both your fuel and brake line. Pretty much makes the truck undrivable. Fortunately I know someone that can fix it and have you back on the road tomorrow. Hope you are not in a hurry to get to where ever you were going."

“Shit." Thomas cursed under his breath and sighed. “Well. At least tomorrow is my first day off. Mind if I trouble you for a little tow back to your house and then use your phone?"

“Don't mind at all. You can even stay the night in a spare room. Get cleaned up properly there too. Want to help me with a little lifting, after I get my truck turned around for the tow?"

“I can try. How much weight are we talking?"

“It's just a simple four wheel dolly frame, for the front wheels of your truck to sit on."

“You actually carry one of those around all the time?"

“It has come in handy for situations like this many times. The swamp land can be harsh on vehicles not built for it."

“Swamp? Just how far did I detour from the main road?"

“Oh… we are about ten miles from it right now and I can guarantee the direction you came from is already covered with water too deep to travel through with your truck. Seen these heavy rains before and know what they do to the local dirt roads."

“I guess I'm helping with the dolly and going back to your house then." Thomas confirms, then raises his hands in surrender and chuckles.

Fred echoes the chuckle and gives him a pat on the shoulder, before walking past him to the bigger truck. Thomas allowed himself to briefly glance downward a little and could have swore the other man's cock was also hard and looked quite big. Once the other man stepped into the headlamp light, he even allowed his eyes to linger on Fred's hairy ass and absentmindedly gave his own hard cock a couple strokes. He then shook his head and got back into his truck, where it was less wet and finally rolled the window back up to a crack. Thomas then watched Fred get his truck turned around, while using the one towel to wipe down the wet door some more. When Fred jumped back out of his truck and walked to the open end with no tail gate, Thomas noticed the man still had a hard cock and glanced down to see his own was also still hard.

“Are you seriously trying to get us both in trouble?" He caught himself telling the throbbing flesh, before stepping back out into the rain.

Thomas then closed the door and walked in between the two vehicles and kept a neutral expression, as the headlamps fully lit up his whole lower half. Fred simply pointed for him to step up to the opposite side of the truck bed and then reach in for the dolly.

“We will take it nice and slow. You look like you can actually handle some serious weight, but just want to be safe instead of sorry."

“I work on a construction crew. I should be okay. Nice and slow." Thomas assured him.

Fred then nodded and shuffled over close to Thomas, before reaching in and unthreading two barely visible cargo straps. He then shuffled back over to his original spot and looked right at the man, before exchanging a nod and jointly reach for the dolly. Both men effectively rolled it out and safely lowered it to the ground. There was two attached heavy metal arms, Which Fred grabbed one of and lowered to the ground, before crawling under the truck. Thomas could hear metal sliding and clicking, before seeing the man appear back in sight and then walk around the dolly to his side. He politely steeped back a little and allowed the man to then crawl under the truck again, to secure the other arm.

“Alright. That should do it. Now let me show you a neat trick for special situations like this." Fred announced before crawling back out and getting back to his feet.

Thomas took a chance at touching him and helped the bigger man use the rain to get the mud off his front. It was simply unavoidable for his hands to occasionally brush over the large hard cock, but kept the movement of his hands restrained around it.

“Don't be afraid to help clean off the sausage too. It got just as dirty under the truck." Fred assures him as Thomas relents and proceeds to thoroughly rub his hands all around the phallus.

He then felt his cock throb and slap his own belly. Quick thinking motivated him to say something and distract the other man from noticing his obvious aroused reaction

“What do you need me to do with this trick?" Thomas asked.

“Just stand clear and simply watch. Looks like your truck is already perfectly lined up with the dolly. Just got to get it on there." Fred told him and looked him right in the eye, before grinning big. “Need to get in your truck to do it though."

Thomas stopped with the assisted cleaning and watched Fred then turn away and walk over to the driver side of the truck, before getting in it. Fred then started the engine and gave it a few test revs. Thomas moved back a couple of steps and watched as his truck then quickly lurched forward on the next rev. It's front wheels clipped and bounced off the low metal frame of the dolly, sending the front of the truck into the air a short distance. The truck then lurched forward slightly, just before the front tires came back down right on the dolly itself. Both vehicles briefly rattled and shook with the released force. Fred then switched off the engine and stepped out of the truck, while also making sure to roll the window up completely. He then walked all the way around the back of it and then up to Thomas. Presenting the keys from the ignition with a big grin.

“Told you it was a neat trick. Cute bumper sticker by the way. Real Men Like To Get Dirty."

Both allowed themselves a brief moment of levity and laughed, while not being sure if the other one understood the hidden double meaning. Fred then stepped on forward and got very close to Thomas, before picking up one of the man's hands in his own and setting the keys down in the open palm, before closing the fingers around it. He then held onto the hand and moved the one that was holding the keys to the back of Thomas's head, before pulling their faces together. Both men closed their eyes and parted their lips, as tongues extended and jointly explored oral cavities. Fred shuffled his lower half a little forward and allowed his throbbing cock to bob and rub against the other throbbing cock, releasing generous amounts of syrup as the head glided up and down the length of it. He then broke the kiss and took the truck keys back and then walked past Thomas to the passenger door. Fred briefly opened it and climbed inside to shut off his truck, before returning back outside and closing the door. Both his hands were now free to do what they wanted with his new play mate for the night.

Thomas watched the man walk back up to him with building desire and immediately fell to his knees, the moment the larger man was close enough to touch. Fred simply stood in place and allowed the play mate to touch and caress his dripping cock. The hands felt experienced, as fingers glided over the front and then dragged the syrup residue with them down the length of it. He closed his eyes and reached out to run his finger's through Thomas's short wet hair and massage the man's scalp in gratitude for the slow sensual attention. The larger man then felt lips part and his head sink inside a warm mouth, encouraging him to increase the syrup flow to a steady trickle. Thomas moaned around the cock in appreciation of how sweet and great the substance tasted in his mouth, thinking he never had precum this good before and wondered how much the sexy bear could produce for him. He then got a tap on the head and angled it upwards, with the cock still in his mouth and his tongue still gliding across the bottom of it.

“How about I see how great that ass tastes." Fred requests of him.

Thomas releases the cock and raises back to his feet, before exchanging a quick passionate kiss with the larger man.

“Fuck. Your precum tastes wonderful." He compliments Fred.

The larger man simply grins and spins him around to face the front truck fender, before lowering to his knees and firmly gripping the man's hairy ass cheeks. He then raises and lines his forearms up to point at each other with his hands, before digging his fingers in and spreads the cheeks wide. Fred then presses his face in as far as it would go, extending his tongue to lick and immediately push in a little at the pulsing anal entrance. Thomas plants his hands firmly against the fender and bends over a little, while moaning at the immediate wonderful attention his ass was getting. He then felt the tongue move all around it and all along the sensitive puckered area especially, causing his cock to resume throbbing and slapping his belly. This man was experienced at pleasuring ass and likely fucked every single one it touched and Thomas definitely wanted that now. He needed Fred to show him just how big that cock really was. At that thought, he felt the man's tongue and face leave his ass and then appear over his shoulder, as that same tongue gave his ear a long sensual lick.

“Now let's fuck right here in the mud like real dirty men." Fred whispered into his ear and then firmly gripped his shoulders and turned both of them to face away from the trucks.

Thomas then felt the hands push down, giving him the message to lower onto his hands and knees in the mud at the edge of the road. He then felt a little sloppy mud splash against his legs, as Fred came down on his knees right behind the man and shifted his legs to be on the outside, before firmly gripping his ass and guiding that large cock forward to touch his ass crack and stop.

“Ready dirty boy?"

“I'm ready. Plow that ass."

Thomas then felt the large cock smoothly slide on in between his ass cheeks and make contact with his pulsing hole. Fred only paused briefly and then pushed forward, as the large cock head slowly and sensually opened the man up and then gradually sunk into the warm depths of the warm ass.

“Mmm, yeah. You got an experienced ass. I'm going to enjoy filling you dirty boy."

All Thomas could do was moan in response, as the cock made contact with his prostate and sensually glide right over it, before stopping just past it and pausing. The cock then pulled backwards and kept going until it was almost out of his ass, before sliding forward again and stopping at the same spot. The motion was then repeated each time and the pace was slowly increased.

“I'm going to breed you good dirty boy and when I am done, I guarantee you will be coming back for more. Feel that mud slowly begin to swallow your hands and knees? Feels great, doesn't it? Feels so soothing when it slides in between the toes, as your feet sink into it."

Fred resumed fucking Thomas as his own knees began to sink into the mud of the road and it slowly consume his own toes. The one on his hands and knees was quickly approaching orgasm and found it difficult to form any words, as his brain kept transmitting new stimulation information. The cock was relentless in staying restricted to his prostate and he loved it. He could stay in this position for a long time, but knew it would soon be over for them both. Thomas could feel that wonderful precum spill everywhere inside his colon and started to feel his whole crotch area begin to warm up, as he finally felt his orgasm approach and crash through his aroused mind.

“That's it. Start milking my cock with that sweet twitching ass. Your close. Don't hold back and let it on out." Fred encouraged him.

Thomas then let that familiar feeling fill him, as that new ambient warmth consumed his crotch and his first load ejected from his bobbing throbbing cock. It somehow felt stronger than usual. Like he had not got off in nearly a week.

“Oh fuck!" Thomas exclaimed, as the first shot was strong enough to splatter upwards across his chest and hit his beard.

The cock inside him kept going and picked up pace. He said nothing and rode out his orgasm, as the cock kept stimulating his prostate to keep pumping more cum out of him. Then when he had none left, he road out the afterglow and then powered through the overstimulation from the cock that would not stop thrusting or producing that sweet tasting precum. He wanted this sexy bear to finish in him and fill him up as promised. He wanted to be filled enough to have it slosh inside his belly.

“Good first shot. Now on to the next one."

A wicked grin spread across Thomas's face. Did this larger man know this was also his thing. Being overstimulated and then pushed onward towards the next orgasm? He certainly didn't need to say anything and simply remained in place, as the mud completely consumed his hands and the front of his feet. He could feel it creep halfway around his shins as well and was sure the same thing was happening with Fred. The overstimulation soon passed, as the ambient warmth began spreading further down his legs and crept across his belly. He then began pushing back into the thrusts.

“Hold on there dirt boy. Plenty of time to bury it in you. I'm not ready yet and trust me, it will be worth the wait." Fred assured him and gave the man a couple slaps on the ass.

This Fred was definitely the type Thomas liked, being the same sort of breeder himself. He then felt that familiar euphoric feeling flow through his mind again, as his prostate primed itself to fire another load out of his cock. He was ready and hoped the second load was just as big. The man soon got what he desired and more, as the cum ejected out of his throbbing cock again. Thomas moaned through this orgasm loudly and quickly found out this orgasm was lasting a little longer. The ambient warmth had now completely consumed his lower half and was now creeping up towards his head. His mental state began changing in the midst of the more potent orgasm, as the structure of his logical thinking began to weaken and purely sexual thoughts began rushing to the forefront. Something deep inside him wanted more and didn't want this to stop now and as if the man was reading his mind, Fred continued to thrust and keep his prostate stimulated.

This was new to Thomas. He had never been with a man that could last this long or dump so much precum into his ass. The stuff was literally beginning to leak out around the cock and run down the inside of his thighs. Fred was definitely an experienced breeder and someone to visit on a regular basis. The man could teach him some great things with such experience. Things that he in turn could use on other men and turn them into singing sexual canaries in the bed, as he pounded their ass with the same intense breeding passion. Little did he know, his own body was responding to his sexually orientated thoughts and had begun to hungrily absorb what was being dumped into him. This was why the spreading of the ambient warmth increased and soon the thoughts themselves would be enhanced with it's arousal inducing presence in his head.

“Now time for your third and special orgasm boy. Trust me, you have never felt anything like it before and then wonder how you could have ever made due with anything less. Get ready to become my simple minded fuck toy." Fred whispered into his ear possessively.

Thomas felt the cock pull back one more time and then plunge back it, without stopping at his prostate and kept sinking into him deeper. His immediate reaction was half gasps and moans, as he felt that large cock begin releasing much more precum into him and continue to sink further. He had a feeling this man wanted all the way into his guts now and he had no problem with giving him access, if it meant the bear fucking machine could continue to make him feel this good. The ambient warmth soon reached his head and completely consumed it, as a massive wave of lust rushed through his mind. His structured logical thinking didn't stand a chance against the assault of pure desire and rapidly fell apart, as it melted and collapsed under the relentless bombardment.

“Now you can push back my dirty boy."

Thomas did exactly that and pushed back as far as possible. He felt the large man's cock touch and then push on through the second opening inside him, as he felt that familiar warm liquid presence begin to gush directly into his guts. He wanted more and kept going until he felt Fred's crotch hair crush into his ass cheeks and the man's larger balls slap against his own. The combined sensations triggered the man's prostate to throb harder, as his own mind began sinking into the all-consuming abyss that was his lust and his third load traveled up his cock. The rain around him and Fred began to come down harder, as the sound of it hitting the trucks and road drowned out every other sound. Especially that of flesh morphing and bones popping, as the large mans body began to change. Thomas remained oblivious to all this, as his third orgasm finally ejected from his throbbing cock.

“Time to finally fill you up properly dirty boy." Fred announced with a much deeper voice.

Thomas road out his orgasm and found himself briefly loosing all coherency, as his cum simply flowed out of him in a steady strong trickle. It felt like he was pissing and cumming at the same time, as it continued to flow through his cock. He had become so lost in the sensation of being filled with so much cock and releasing so much cum, that the man barely recognized the new changes happening around him. The wet skin that had been sliding over his own, was quickly becoming a lot slicker and not from the rain. Fred's hips were rapidly gaining mass and began feeling just as slick, as the changing alligator shifted their orientation into a more comfortable squatting stance. A large armored tail quickly manifested and grew, as it made contact with the mud of the road and then began slowly swaying back and forth through it. The beast then moved his growing hands forward and into the mud, just past his fuck toy's shoulders. His increased body weight swiftly pushed them on into the mud and made them disappear under the hovering surface rain water. He then waited patiently for his head to finally widen and flatten out, as his nose disappeared into a forming muzzle that stretch his face forward. His ears were already gone and his lips had changed to tough inflexible leather.

Meanwhile the man under him was quickly becoming simple minded, as he became completely lost in the sensation of continuing to cum and his own belly quickly filling up with the sex syrup that was now surging out of the alligators large cock. Had it not been for the rain, both breeding partners would have heard the gurgling. Thomas's belly soon reached it's round limits and pushed into the mud under him, as the syrup seeped through the entry into his stomach. More gurgling echoed inside his body, as the stomach briefly protested against the new visitor and then quickly surrendered to being overrun by it. The man's arms finally felt the same comforting ambient warmth, as the core essence of the sex syrup was now going everywhere in his body and began making small subtle changes, to make him a more compatible breeding partner for Fred. At this point no logical thought existed in the man's head. Everything that made his distinct identity relevant was pushed out of the way by his new desire to continue cumming and be used like a fuck toy.

Then the final part to make his new purpose official manifested, as his mouth began filling up with the syrup that had traveled to it from his stomach. It was now flowing completely though his body, reducing the man's existence to being nothing more than Fred's fleshlight. Thomas and the alligator beast continued to sink into the mud, until finally stopping at the man's elbows. Syrup then spilled out of an open slack mouth and soon began to flow in strong ripples, as if it was literally being pushed right through him. Fred simply remained in place and rumbled with arousal, as he continued to push more of his special sex syrup right through his new fuck toy. He occasionally panned his head around and wondered if maybe they would be visited by a couple of his brothers tonight. After all, they shared everything they claimed.