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This story was written for Serling as part of my themed Patreon request day for March. The theme for this month was "March Madness". This story contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and lewd, wet, muddy fun involving a misspelling of the theme that was too fun to resist. <3

Marsh Madness

"Y-you sure you wanna do this? We could just... y'know, go play basketball or something instead?"

Despite his obvious nerves, it was with excitement rather than any real amount of fear that Callum addressed his partner. Even as he looked towards Diego however, the other alligator was already stepping out of the last of his clothes and tossing them onto a loose pile upon the grassy bank. Diego turned to face his lover, one scaled eyebrow raised and a smile twisting the corners of his long, toothy snout upward. Between his legs, his cock was already rock hard as the hot sun bathed his body through the canopy of the swamp's trees, the air far more thick and humid than the water beside which they were currently standing.

"Cal... c'mon. This was your idea. This is your fantasy. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's pretty fucking hot..."

He gestured down to his cock, which twitched and left a glistening bead of pre-cum resting at its tip as if to enhance the point.

"...but this whole day trip is because you were the one who wanted it. And, let's face it. Once you get in the water? Once you take off your clothes and you realise that no-one's immediately gonna jump out of the bushes and arrest us for indecent exposure on our own damn property..."

Diego stepped closer to his lover, and even as he continued to address Callum he began to unbutton the other gator's shirt. To start stripping him down just as he already was.

"...you're gonna be so horny, so turned on and worked up by what we're doing, you won't even remember feeling nervous right now."

Soon both alligators were nude, the pale scales that ran across the underside of their snouts, down their torsos and over their inner thighs practically touching as they nuzzled against one another. A soft, passionate hissing escaped Diego as he rocked his hips forward and grazed his own member against that of his lover, and he chuckled as he felt Callum shudder and heard a hiss of the other male's own echoed right back at him. One of Diego's hands slipped into Callum's own, and as the more confident of the pair began to step backwards, towards the edge of the bank where warm, murky water was lapping at the edge of the swamp's more solid ground, Callum made no effort to resist. He followed the man he loved into the water, and even before he felt the warm water and the cool, thick mud below it pressing in around his toes, Callum's cock was already twitching and drooling even more so than that of the gator beside him.

They stood together in the water, only a foot or so deep, and embraced. Diego grinned as he felt Callum shaking, shivering, the other gator rocking back and forth slightly as he wriggled his toes down into the real reason for them being here. Not the water, not the cool relief from the harsh summer heat. Not the fact they were outdoors. Nothing more or less than the cool, slippery, dirty substance which lay beneath the surface of practically the entire swamp.

Mud.

"Does it feel good?"

Diego knew the answer to that question of course, he could feel the answer throbbing against his own erection, quivering and dribbling with each passing second as the other alligator shifted his feet slightly and they slurped loudly free from the mud's embrace, drawing a ragged groan of excitement from Callum's snout.

"Does it feel so good between your toes, Callum? All over your feet, sucking you in, swallowing you up... covering all your scales inch by inch..."

He felt his partner's fingertips clawing at his back as Callum's whole body tensed up, dragging themselves down the ridges of his own scaled form.

"D-Diego... please..."

Grinning wider and wider, the gator hissed to his shuddering, desperate lover once more.

"How good would it feel to slather yourself all over in the cool mud? To feel it everywhere, cooling you, soothing you... except for your cock. Your hot, rock hard cock, stroking it harder and harder while you roll and writhe in the mud?"

Callum let loose a rattling roar of desperation, and bucked his hips feverishly against Diego's body, the other gator's own legs now buried ankle deep in mud even though he wasn't actively trying to submerge himself.

"Oh god! Oh, Diego! I'm... I'm gonna...!"

Diego hissed tenderly back at his lover as Callum let loose a frantic, near orgasmic cry of longing.

"You're gonna get so dirty. I love you, my messy, muddy man."

He murmured passionately to Callum as the other alligator's eyes rolled in their sockets in pure, overwhelmed lust, and then, before Callum could do anything to stop him or indeed anything to even consider for a moment what was about to happen, Diego lunged forward against the man of his dreams... and sent them both tumbling over, collapsing, arms windmilling and tails thrashing, into the water, and into the mud.

They landed not only with a splash, but a squelch, and as Callum's entire back was

plunged into cool, thick, clinging mud, he erupted. His cock began to twitch and spasms, and as his back arched and his crotch broke the surface of the still shallow water of the swamp's edge, he began to launch thick ribbons of rich white cum out over his own belly and over the glistening swamp's water swirling brown with loose, silt-heavy mud all around them.

"Yes! O-ohh god, Diego! Yes!"

Callum thrashed, splashed and deliberately, joyously made as much of a chaotic mess as possible as he came. Still though, even through his flailing and writhing, Diego managed to straddle his lover's body. To drag himself up out of the water, fling his muddy lower body over his partner's legs, and to bring up his mud-stained hands from below the surface, only to start rubbing them all over Callum's smooth scaled chest. For almost half a minute the mud loving gator continued to writhe, to hiss, roar and let himself be coated in the swamp's submerged matter. For almost thirty solid seconds the mud surrounding him and being caked upon him in ever growing quantities by the man of his dreams kept his cock throbbing and spurting without pause.

Even when it was over though, even when his first climax had begun to abate and he was left trembling, panting and whimpering in the mud, his passion was far from spent. Indeed no matter how nervous and embarrassed he had been before, just as he was every time they visited the swamp, Diego knew that his lover was barely even getting started. Now that he was here, now that he was in the water and surrounded by the mud that inexplicably got him so worked up by its mere presence, its very touch against his scales, they were at what was only the beginning of a long, deliriously fun and deliciously messy day together.

Within a minute, Callum was dragging himself onto all fours and crawling deeper into the swamp, grunting and moaning almost constantly as he buried his hands and feet in the swampy water's muddy bed. When finally the water got too deep for him to crawl in, he lifted himself up onto his knees and wriggled, writhed his way into burying his legs once again. Soon his crotch was underwater, and it wasn't long before Diego slipped up behind him, wrapped his arms around the other gator, and dipped one hand beneath the water. Callum's eyes bulged, and though it had barely been five minutes by that point since his first orgasm had abated, he hissed in joyous relief rather than any degree of discomfort as his partner began to masturbate him all over again.

"All day..."

Diego whispered as he reached down with his free hand, scooped up a palmful of mud from the river's bed and rubbed it slowly, soothingly against the scales of Callum's heavy, swollen balls.

"We have all day together. A whole day to spend here, in the water... in the mud. Tell me how you want to spend it, Cal. Don't hold back. Don't resist. Just think of the mud and all the fun you could have with it, all the things you could do with it... in it, and tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Callum's eyes bulged. He hissed in frenzied joy and desperation, and as cloudy bursts of his cum began to launch themselves out into the murky water surrounding his throbbing cock, he began to moan to the man he loved his heart's deepest and most wonderfully lewd desires.

*********

"Yes! Yes! H-haaaaahh... harder!"

It was almost noon, and their bodies were almost entirely brown with rapidly drying mud from the waist up as Callum and Diego knelt on all fours upon a particularly muddy section of the swamp's edge. Callum had his head thrown back and his jaws spread wide in an almost constant, gleeful snarl, grunting pure pleasure as Diego fucked him while the other gator's toes and fingers were able to curl down into the mud. Deep into the soft, rich, smooth mud that somehow made every thrust deep into his ass feel a hundred, a thousand times more pleasurable by its mere presence alone.

If Callum had thought that was hot however, it was no wonder that when Diego threw his weight forward upon the other gator, driving Callum's arms out from beneath him and pressing him face down into the mud with a loud squelching splat, he almost immediately began to cum, cock throbbing as he breathed in the rich, wet, earthy aroma of the mud while hearing Diego crying out his name, and feeling the other alligator's seed flood his tight, clutching rump.

*********

By mid-afternoon, Callum was in heaven. He twitched, he wriggled and squirmed in joy. Or at least, he tried to. He tried, but failed as from the neck down almost every inch of his body was buried in mud, still being caked on in thick, wet, sloppy handfuls by Diego, kneeling and working by his lover's side.

The only portion of Callum's body not buried in the mud, a small section of his form left clear for easy access, was of course his cock. Three times already he had been jerked to the very edge of climax by Diego's hand, only to be left helpless and throbbing as the other gator began to bury him in more and more layers of thick, wet marshy mud. And when Diego stopped working, cleaned his hands off in the river water, and started to tease and stimulate Callum all over again, the lust-stricken, mud-bound alligator had no reason whatsoever to suspect this wasn't just the fourth of many more sessions of edging yet to come.

Still, he tried to buck his hips. He tried with all his might to drag himself free from the mud, able to force the heavy, thick muck all around him to slurp loudly as air pockets were opened up for brief moments, only for its weight to suck him back into place again and draw another frantic hiss from his scaled snout.

"Oh god! O-oohhh Diego, please!"

Callum wailed to his partner as the other gator squeezed his balls firmly in one hand while relentlessly pumping his cock with the other. He was so close, and getting closer by the second. Any moment now he knew that Diego was going to stop, and that it was going to be absolute heaven and hell rolled into one when he did. He needed to cum. He didn't care how good waiting felt, how incredible it felt every time he was brought to the brink and left there, straining and howling. He needed release. He needed to cum. Now.

"D-Diego!"

Callum practically screamed as he was taken so close, so fucking close to the edge that he couldn't believe his lover was timing it so perfectly. It would be agony, sweet, glorious agony to be stopped now, and to know that his precious mud was the only thing keeping him from the single thrust of his hips or stroke of his own fingers that would send him over the edge.

To the gator's shock however, Diego didn't stop. The other alligator grinned down at his frantic, pleading, wide eyed lover, and kept pumping, squeezing, pleasuring Callum to his absolute limits and beyond. He kept stroking and milking Callum as the mud-locked male howled and roared and came longer and harder than any thus far that day, and even as Callum grunted and begged for relief, for respite from the now overly-stimulating touches to his hyper-sensitive erection... still Diego continued.

"If you want me to stop... get out of the mud, and I'll stop."

Diego murmured tenderly to his partner as Callum thrashed and begged for mercy, though unable to escape the heavy mud encasing him. Unable, or at the very least, unwilling to truly try.

"Or, you can stay in the mud. Feel it holding you, clinging to you, all around you... and you can cum again, Callum. Not for me. Not even for yourself. Cum again... to show the mud just how much you love it."

*********

After a long day of sex and mud, of burying and swimming and wrestling and rolling around wailing with laughter and pleasure in the swamp's muddy outer limits, the two alligators lay upon the bank as the sun set over their mud-caked figures.

They lay side by side, heads tilted and long snouts touching, blushing and moaning as they each stroked themselves, rubbed and masturbated their rock hard cocks one last time while their tails and feet along hung over the edge of the grassy bank, toes and tail-tips splashing and wriggling in the mud together.

Soon, they cried out one another's names. They shuddered. Hips bucked. Backs arched.

They came hard, tails thrashing, toes splayed out and flicking free the damp mud clinging to their clawed tips.

And then, as they sank into one another's arms with a weary, satisfied mutual hiss, Diego whispered to the man he loved one more time.

"There now..."

He grinned, and pecked Callum gently upon the lips.

"...wasn't that more fun than basketball?"

By Jeeves

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