Part 4: Pit Stop
#4 of Spitting Dicks
Spitting Dicks
Part 4: Pit Stop
"So how did you and Dominique first meet anyway?
Aldo squirmed in his seat on the couch as he considered the question Bill had just asked him. The duck was sitting beside him with an expectant look.
"Come on," said Bill, "you said you were going to tell me later, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," the gator said with a tone of resignation.
Bill crossed his wings and waited, staring up at the hulking reptile. Bill was just curious, but Aldo's hesitation had really piqued his interest.
Aldo sighed deeply and shook his head, but after a moment began to tell Bill the whole story:
**
The full moon shone brightly down on Aldo as he made his way back to Swampwood from Bill's apartment late one Tuesday night. As much as the gator would have liked to stay, he had promised a co-worker friend at the factory that he would switch shifts with him tomorrow as a personal favor. Aldo was glad to help really, but it meant he had to clock at the crack of dawn. Since work was right by Aldo's own apartment, it made more sense for him to sleep at home; he'd just roll out of bed and into the factory the next day.
However, as Aldo got into his walk he started to feel nature's call. He ignored it for a while and continued on, but instead of dissipating his pangs of need grew more and more urgent. Finally it got to the point where his eyes were desperately scanning the horizon for a good place to take a dump.
Luckily, Aldo spotted the neon glow of a nearby Ducktown gas station. He hurried over towards its entrance without any ado.
A bell rang as Aldo opened the door and bustled inside. The room was small but packed with the usual convenience goods: soft drinks, air fresheners, magazines, and the like. A gangly attendant duck looked up from his newspaper and froze as he saw the alligator. For a white feathered bird, Aldo thought, it's strange that the duck still somehow seemed to pale at the sight of him.
Aldo didn't want to spook him any further though, so the gator said said humbly, "Excuse me, could I please use your restroom?"
"S-sure," the attendant stuttered, "it's right out back. You don't need a key."
"Thanks," said Aldo gratefully. Not noticing any other exits, he went back through the front door and walked around the building. There were two restroom doors in the rear; Aldo swiftly entered the one marked "Drakes".
Aldo found two stalls in the restroom--only one whose door was ajar. Aldo rushed inside it, locked the stall door behind him, and finally sat on the toilet, lifting his tail out of the way. Immediately he began relieving himself. As the gator's tension swiftly gave way, he sighed aloud with some amount of pleasure.
Satisfied, Aldo pulled a length of toilet paper and wiped himself, discarding it into the bowl. He was just about to flush when heard a *psst* sound. Aldo paused and listened.
"Psst!" heard Aldo again. This time, he made out that the sound was coming through a worn hole in the wall between the two stalls.
"Hey gator," said the voice, "you want to have your cock sucked?"
Aldo was sure he had misheard. "Uh, excuse me?"
"You heard me--do you want to have your cock sucked?" said the voice.
Aldo was seriously taken aback, though his initial gut reaction was strangely stimulating. The alligator had rarely indulged in oral sex; most gators had sharp teeth that made it difficult. But here? With a duck? Who was this guy? Was it a guy?
Aldo's frenzied train of thought was interrupted by the realization that he had not yet flushed. He reached over and pulled down on the handle, and water rushed into the bowl.
Just then, Aldo's attention was caught by a few white wingtips that emerged from the hole and rubbed against the sides. "Just put that fat dick of yours in here big guy," said the voice, "and I'll take care of the rest."
Aldo gaped at the opening in disbelief. "Um, I don't think so," he said waveringly. Unknowingly, he also continued to hold the toilet handle down as the bowl filled with dirty water.
"Come on, I'm not going to bite you," the voice laughed, "I couldn't do that if I tried!"
Aldo laughed nervously to himself as his eyes stayed transfixed on the hole. What had he gotten himself into? Aldo's prick however had other ideas, as it slowly began to become engorged.
"Aren't you curious how it feels? I promise, you're really gonna like it."
"Err... ahh... I'm not..." the perplexed alligator stammered, as he tried to form a cogent reply.
Aldo also began to notice the sound of dripping water as he felt something wet by his foot. He looked and saw that he was still holding down the toilet's handle, as it overflowed with murky brown water which cascaded onto the tiled floor. Aldo jerked his paw away, but the toilet continued to run over. He simply panicked, yelling aloud at the plumbing disaster he had created.
The gator burst out of the bathroom stall. In his haste, he slipped and fell on all fours. Aldo recovered from his fall and twisted around to see a white duck emerge from the other stall--his seducer. The bird alertly scanned the room and saw Aldo scrambling away from the sewage as it continued to spread across the tile.
Aldo stopped crawling and flipped himself over. "Help!" he yelled, "it's everywhere!"
The duck saw Aldo's horrified face, but he couldn't help glancing at his midsection too. Longingly regarding the gator's semi-hard penis, he sighed deeply, shook his head, then told Aldo, "Hold on."
The duck left the bathroom, but quickly reentered with a long plunger under his wing. He swiftly entered the errant stall and ferociously attacked the toilet bowl with the plunger, attempting to unclog it by working as fast as he could. After frantically jamming it for a while the blockage began to give way, and soon the toilet water began to swirl on its own. The duck removed the plunger, waited, and gave it a final flush to finish the job. The rest of the dirty water ran away through vents in the floor.
The duck finally emerged from the stall, dirty and disheveled. Aldo thought he looked like he had been in a fight, which he supposed was true to some extent. Aldo stood himself up.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so much," he told his avian savior.
"Sure, no problem," said the duck curtly, "but I think under the circumstances you owe me one!" Aldo blushed but vigorously nodded his agreement. The duck stuck out his wing. "The name's Dom," he said with a grin.
"Aldo," said the gator as he shook Dom's wing. He was dismayed by how wet his palm felt afterwards.
"Listen," said Dom as he tossed the plunger under the bathroom sink, "I hope I wasn't coming on too strong back there. Most of the guys that come here aren't looking for conversation."
"No," said Aldo a bit too quickly, "I just...well...I'm just not in to that sort of thing."
Dom knew the gator's body language was betraying his words, but he kept that to himself.
"All right--Aldo," said Dom, "but I was serious about you owing me one."
The gator eyed him suspiciously as Dom continued, "Well, I've never met an alligator before. At least you can take me out for coffee--I'd really like to get to know you."
Aldo thought about it a bit. "Just coffee?" he asked.
"Sure," said Dom with a smile.
Aldo shrugged. "Okay, that sounds good."
"Perfect," said Dom.
(end of part 4)
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