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This story was written for Gman420 as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and anal vore!

A is for Anal Vore

"E-excuse me... Mr Gawjo, s-sir?"

Taking a heavy drag off his cigar and setting his whisky down on the bar, the hulking crocodile turned his head to regard the blushing, trembling fox standing close by. Spinning on his bar stool, the crocodile's huge belly almost knocked the fox reeling, practically bursting forth from the white string vest he was wearing over his stretched, well worn jeans. He raised one deep green scaled eyebrow, and fixed the shrimp of a fox with his sharp, beady eyes. He didn't say a word, but let the questioning silence hang in the air as his gaze travelled up and down the twink's body, from his flushed and wide eyed face to the thick, stuffed envelope clutched in one of his hands, and down to his slacks, neat and tidy all except for the crotch, which bore an undeniable tent in it even as he stood there in the midst of the crowded bar.

"I'm a fan, Sir. A huge fan. A-and... I have a friend, he said... t-that is, he told me that if I gave you, i-if you were free, and if you were interested, I could pay t-to... to have you..."

Gawjo rose from his seat with a low rumble from deep in his throat. His huge form lunged forward with surprising speed, and closed one hand around practically the entirety of the fox's forearm. A finger probed its way into the fox's hand and teased the envelope out of it, and soon the heavyweight wrestler was peering down at its content, leafing one clawed fingertip through the stack of slightly crumpled banknotes held within. He looked around, tapping at the bar and drawing the attention of the stallion standing nearby behind it.

"Hey, Carl? Look after my whisky. Anyone drinks it, they'll be drinking through a straw for the next three months. The back alley free for me to use like normal?"

He pulled a twenty dollar bill out of the envelope, then another, and slid them across the bar to the horse still calmly cleaning glasses like nothing was amiss. The burly equine nodded to the still far larger, stronger crocodile, grasping at the banknotes and pocketing them with a dry chuckle.

"Go for it. I'll save your seat, too."

Gawjo grinned a toothy grin, looking back at the fox and slowly, purposefully slipping the envelope into the back pocket of his jeans. He licked his lips, chuckling as the twink of a vulpine shuddered and pawed mindlessly at the front of his slacks right there in the midst of the bar, and reached out to grasp one of the fox's hands in his own.

"C'mon, shrimp. Let's go make your most lewd and twisted dreams come true."

Ten seconds later Gawjo was leading the fox through the back room of the bar, listening to the younger, skinny male whimpering and gasping in joyous awe.

"O-ohh god, it's happening. It's really happening, I'm g-gonna, I'm gonna be... o-oohhh yesss..."

Thirty seconds later they were pushing out through a rear exit of the bar and into a gloomy alleyway beyond, lit by a single flickering fluorescent flood-light. The alleyway stank of beer dregs, stake cigarette smoke and piss. The perfect location for what Gawjo and his fan were about to share. The crocodile didn't even bother to look around and ensure that they were definitely alone before he began to strip, wasting no time in pulling off his string vest to fully expose his bulging gut and fattened but still super muscular torso overall. By the time his hands were reaching down to unbuckle his jeans, he glanced over at the still staring, still trembling fox, and nodded at him as he watched the fox still rubbing mindlessly at the front of his own trousers.

"You're gonna make a mess in them if you keep 'em on much longer. That, or I'm gonna make a mess of 'em."

A strangled whimper escaped the twink, and Gawjo chuckled as he watched the fox begin to nervously but desperately strip down while constantly, fearfully shooting glanced towards the open end of the alley which, though enclosed by a corner of the bar from which they had emerged, no doubt opened out onto the public street beyond with no actual security or any physical barrier to prevent people from wandering back and seeing them. Still, if they choice came down to risking being caught, or not going through with what Gawjo now seemed to be openly offering him... there was really no choice at all for the desperately needy vulpine.

Soon he was naked. Soon they were both naked, and the fox dropped to his knees in wonder, in reverence, in all-consuming rapture as he found himself face to face with the huge crocodile's colossal and rapidly thickening cock. Crawling forward over the cigarette butts and litter upon the ancient, cracked concrete floor beneath them, he stretched both arms outward pleadingly towards Gawjo. The crocodile just grinned, crossing his arms over his barrel chest and thrusting his hips forward. He laughed as his cock twitched and slapped the fox across the face, the vulpine male yelping in shock and brief pain, but his own knotted and vastly smaller cock twitching and unleashing a thick ribbon of pre-cum in its excitement as he instinctively reached for his face not to sooth the sting of the impact, but to feel the drizzle of Gawjo's own pre against his fur.

"Go on. Be the needy slut you know you wanna be. Lick it. Suck it. Worship it. When the fuck are you ever gonna get this chance again?"

The fox took the advice, and gurgled happily as he buried his face in Gawjo's now fully erect, throbbing and huge, thick cock. He licked it, he sniffed it, he ducked underneath it and rubbed all over the shaft with his trembling hands while his face pressed into the flesh of Gawjo's colossal balls. Finally though, panting and whining, his own erection twitching and dribbling a near constant stream of pre-cum over the ground below, the needy male drew back just far enough to bring his muzzle into direct contact with the very tip of Gawjo's member. He stretched his jaws wide apart, as wide as they would let themselves go, and as he forced the first four or so thick, throbbing inches of Gawjo's cock into his muzzle, choking, gurgling and desperately trying to get enough of a seal around it with his lips to suckle and slurp at the thick pre-cum that oozed forth, the fox's eyes crossed in complete euphoria. He grunted. He huffed breathlessly around his muzzleful of cock, and Gawjo chuckled as he reached out and rubbed almost affectionately at the fox's head while he watched that needy twink's cock begin to spray ribbons of cum all over the ground at his feet, cumming hands free purely from the rush of finally being able to stuff even a small portion of that throbbing shaft into his whimpering maw.

For a few minutes, Gawjo let the twink suckle on him and worship his cock. He growled and moaned and bucked his hips a few times against the fox's muzzle, grinning each time he heard the male gag and choke on his liberal volumes of pre-cum but not once attempting to pull back and give the fox a breather. Eventually though Gawjo did pull back, and as he saw the fox's eyes bulging and his mouth moving like a child trying to latch onto mother's nipple, he knew that the time was right. Under the thrall of his body, of his thick and rich musky, sexual scent, the fox was ready. At least, as ready as any submissive, slutty idiot of a fan could ever believe themselves to be.

Padding heavily away from the twink, Gawjo wandered across the alley to its far wall. He leaned against the cool brickwork, his right cheek and the upper portion of his chest and shoulders scratching across the stone as he spread his legs wider apart in a solid, immovable stance that had baffled countless opponents who had tried to move him in the ring. He reached around behind himself with his hulking strong arms, grasped at the heavy, muscular cheeks of his buttocks, and spread them apart. Peering over his shoulder, he grinned as he saw the fox staggering towards him on trembling legs once more. He saw the much smaller male's eyes bulge as he peered between Gawjo's cheeks, and he smirked as he clenched his muscles and made his pucker wink at the fox, a fresh burst of pre-cum erupting from the male's recently spent but still rock hard and knotted erection and a fresh yelp of lust erupting from the fox's maw.

"Go on. Don't start holding back now. Get up in there."

Gawjo wiggled his fat, powerful ass at the fox, and closed his eyes in pleasure a few moments later as the male's next yelp was muffled by the sudden presence of thick, meaty cheeks on either side of it. He felt the fox's nose press against his pucker and inhale, and moments later he felt yet more pre-cum lashing the back of one of his ankles. He felt a rough tongue probe at his pucker and pierce it, seeking entry deeper and deeper. Gawjo growled lustily, and as he reached down between his legs with one hand to grab at and start stroking his thick, still rock hard cock, he reached behind himself with the other and held it to the back of the fox's head.

"No going back now. Don't worry, cutie. I'll let you out again in a few hours. You don't have enough cash for me to keep you in there any longer."

He pushed, not that the fox needed much in the way of encouragement, and hissed in pleasure as he felt the tongue being joined within the pucker of his ass by the pointed snout of the fox. He felt the twink starting to squirm and writhe slightly as his face was hurriedly swallowed up right to the base of his muzzle, preventing any further breath from being drawn outside of the intensely musky and limited supply available internally. He felt open palmed hands slapping at the cheeks of his ass, then trying to grasp at them, and he felt more wetness against the back of one leg; not just pre-cum but another full on orgasm erupting from the desperately horny fox. Gawjo grunted, grinned, and pushed harder on the back of the smaller man's head. He felt it being swallowed up in no time flat, and began to push back a little with his hips, wiggling and thrusting back as the fox's whole body began to press against him. The twink's arms weren't pushing back, he wasn't trying to grab at Gawjo's fat ass to keep himself from being pulled in. Quite the contrary, he was trying to gain leverage to push himself in faster. And until his shoulders slipped in and the angle of his now restricted arms' movement made any further assistance impossible, Gawjo welcomed his additional pressure and all the squirming, all the sensation that came with it.

"Yeah. Y-yeah. Ahhfuck, yeah!"

Gawjo grunted and snarled as he felt his ass becoming more and more actively involved, his inner workings clutching and squeezing at the fox as the twink wriggled and writhed both within and beyond his body's limits. He could feel himself starting to draw the fox inward. To consume him inch by inch, more and more of the fox's body adding to the stimulation of his prostate as Gawjo tossed his head back, powerful jaws wide open as he panted, gasped and jerked his cock faster and faster.

"Ahhh... ahhhyeahhh, fuck me. Fuck me you little bitch!"

Soon enough the fox was so deeply consumed within Gawjo's ass that only his lower body remained with its toes curling and scrabbling at the concrete alleyway floor, and the crocodile snarled in pleasure as he felt the other man's crotch being drawn inside of him, still hard, knotted and twitching cock, balls and all. He felt the fox throbbing inside him. He felt him wriggling, straining, humping at the inside of Gawjo's body. The clawed fingertips of Gawjo's free hand dug into the masonry of the wall leaving deep scratches behind them, and he let loose a pleasure stricken roar as his other hand upon his own twitching member became a blur. Thick ribbons of cum lashed out over the alleyway wall within moments, and as Gawjo grunted and bellowed his way through his orgasm, the fox's legs lifted off the ground as he was swallowed up to his knees, then his calves, then his ankles with only twitching, wriggling toes and feet present outside of Gawjo's stretched but still hungry asshole.

"Wriggle. Squirm for me, slut! Yeah!"

Gawjo was still jerking his cock, and thick strings of cum were still spurting out across the wall in front of him as he cried out to the fox. Moments later he felt the last inches of the vulpine male's body being consumed by his own, and he closed his eyes once again, revelling in the sensation of the fox wriggling and writhing inside his ass while for a little longer his own body continued to clench tightly around the smaller, now utterly trapped male with each throbbing twitch of his huge shaft.

"A-ahh... ahhfuck, yeaaaahh... that's the fucking spot, right there..."

Minutes later, he pulled himself away from the sticky, claw-marked wall with a grunt of satisfaction. He staggered over back to where their clothes had been discarded, and attempted to re-dress himself. Attempted, of course, because now he had an extra hundred pounds and change of weight bulging around his midsection. He dragged his string vest up and onto his torso once more, but getting his underwear and jeans back on over his huge ass and still throbbing, rock hard cock was no mean feat. In the end he simply came to the realisation that it simply wouldn't be entirely possible, and thus after pausing only long enough to grab the fox's own clothes and ball them up under one arm, Gawjo strolled back into the bar with his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and the bulging crotch of his straining underwear still hanging out of the front showing off the outline of his erection in all its glory.

All eyes fell upon the crocodile as he walked back into the bar, and even the stallion bartender couldn't help but stare as he sat down and swung himself back around, his cock grazing the bar and twitching against its woodwork through his underwear. Gawjo looked around, chuckling as each time he moved to meet a pair of eyes they suddenly found something else very interesting to look at instead of him, but finally he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out the envelope within. He tossed it down on the bar, grinning as a handful of notes spilled out and a murmur of hopeful approval rang out amongst the bar's suddenly much less shocked, much more intrigued occupants.

"No questions, and the next round is on me."

Gawjo growled to the bar's occupants, reaching down and squeezing his cock shamelessly as within his ass, now being squeezed between his body and the stool upon which he was seated, the fox wriggled once again.

"And, of course... if anyone fancies helping me take care of this while we drink?"

Gawjo was already reaching for a new cigar as he rubbed his cock through his underwear, watching the stallion bring him over his whisky from before, freshly topped up to almost the very brim of the tumbler. He licked his lips, and called out shamelessly, lustily to everyone in earshot of his booming voice.

"Do that for me and my sweet ass, and I might just be convinced to pay for folks drinks' the whole rest of the right."

By Jeeves

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