Gentlemen's Agreement
A quickly-written followup to the scenario in "Respectable Behaviour". The anonymous dragon stumbles across his gator "guest" again whilst out in the woods one morning
GENTLEMAN'S AGREEMENT
The bespectacled dragon was wandering through the woods, lost in his thoughts, as he was wont to do on a Sunday morning. Mostly those thoughts centered on the long and shiny yellow rainmac he was wearing with drops of water running down it, and the heavy black rubber boots that accompanied it, and the lack of anything else to keep them apart from his body. It felt good, hands thrust into his pockets as he felt the slicker sway gently against the hard-on he was sporting underneath. And he loved indulging it in the rain, both because it was what the outfit was made for and because it felt like it suited his grey scales. He'd find a quiet spot to relax and enjoy himself. What could be more natural in the great outdoors?
He walked for a while, not for lack of good shady hiding places to settle in and masturbate, but because it felt good to wait, to build the anticipation whilst enjoying the greenery and the drizzle in the air, the smell of the plants and the rain, the squelching of the mud under his feet as it slipped and gave way just enough to his bootprint, and the calming solitude of it all. Had he been less determined to stretch out the experience he could've done it within five minutes of entering the woods after all. It was that desire to make it more of a large and pleasurable event that led him to a startling encounter as he progressed further into the foliage
The dragon had been walking for forty minutes or so when he rounded a rocky outcropping only to dart back behind it as he saw an alligator in a slick black rainsuit and boots, sat on a boulder, with his pants unbuttoned and his cock in his hand. The dragon cautiously peered around the rock. Clearly the gator was too self-absorbed to differentiate his footsteps from the dripping rain. He certainly was a picture of self-pleasure, head tilted back against the stone as his hand expertly caressed his own dick, now fast, now slow. The dragon grinned to himself. This guy was an expert wanker, that was for sure!
As he looked more, he realised he knew the gator. "Knew" was the wrong word, but they had met. The alleyway, the encounter with that forceful pipesmoking elephant and their interloper who became an active participant... this was the same gator! The dragon wasn't one hundred percent sure, but really, a raingeared alligator whacking off in the woods? And he definitely bore him at least a strong resemblance. The dragon's mouth was rapidly turning dry. He seriously wanted to talk to the gator, and more for that matter as his own arousal wasn't being diminished by the sight of the gator's enjoyment. Memories of the gator roughly riding his arse filtered back to him as he pondered what to do
"Don't panic! We've met before! The alleyway!" The dragon mentally scolded himself even before he saw the gator's rabbit-in-headlights expression. There couldn't have been a less subtle way of introducing himself and he hoped nobody was coming up the trail behind him. Still, as he swallowed the lump in his throat, the gator wasn't running away, merely eyeing the dragon with what looked like a mix of incredulousness and raw panic
"Damn, I'm sorry," the dragon blushed. "I just uh, I recognised you and wanted to introduce myself and uh..." he looked at the gator's cock, embarrassed and fully aware that his own stiff cock must be at least a little visible tenting out his slicker
The gator continued to stare awkwardly for a good while. "Are you... asking to have sex with me?"
The dragon grinned and bit his bottom lip. "I guess so, heh." He came closer, kneeling down by the gator to let them see eye-to-eye. "Um, if you're up for it"
The gator gave him a conflicted expression as he looked about awkwardly. "Well... I don't really normally go for guys..." he began, struggling with his words. Despite that it was clear he wasn't turning the dragon down as such
Without being asked or invited the interloper placed a hand on the gator's cock, gently caressing the stiff penis sticking out of his rainpants. He could smell the tantalising musk of his companion overpowering the woodland's own sweet scents. "So... you mean you're straight?" he asked as he glanced up
The phallus's owner nodded, cheeks reddening visibly. "I can make an exception for mac and boots though. I don't know why, I guess my fetish is just that strong and I never get to put it into practise. Sorry about..." It was clear he couldn't bring himself to finish it
the dragon nodded understandingly. "It's okay, I like it rough." Part of him wanted to tease the gator over the rape, but he knew the gator would feel awful if he did that, and no amount of persuasion would convince him that such heavy treatment was actually part of the dragon's lewdest desires. Instead he kissed the gator's rod lightly, working from the base to the tip
"Ohhh... there's something I need to tell you..." the gator said with a moan, "...I'm married"
"Are you telling me so I know we're not going to be boyfriends, or because you're cheating?"
"The latter"
He looked up at the gator who gave him a wry smile. "In fifteen years that alleyway was the first time I've ever done anything that crazy. My wife doesn't even know I like raingear, let alone that"
The dragon nodded again, mentally weighing the gator's confession against his own wish to suck the inviting cock and satisfy both their libidos. "Normally I won't do anything with people who're cheating. Open relationships are okay but... do you *want* to cheat?"
The gator sighed and looked away. "Kind of, I think. I love her, don't get me wrong, but I could do with a good raingear FUCK sometimes. Stop being the tidy white collar man of the house for a little while"
Stroking his fingers over the gator's cock once again, the dragon continued. "Well, honestly I still think your wife deserves to know what you do with your penis, but we're here, and I'm kind of needy as well... I'll be your little infidelity if you like"
The gator shuddered at the thought and the fingers on his cock. "I'd like it a lot"
"Okay, on one condition though"
The gator chuckled. "If you're going to ask for a blowjob I'll try it, but I can't promise anything"
His companion laughed, rose and sat down next to the gator. "No, not a blowjob. I give the blowjobs, believe me. No, uh..." it was his turn to be embarrassed now as he pulled his own cock out of his mac. "Here, just hold my dick a moment would you?"
The gator complied, making the dragon tremble. "Okay..." his companion continued hesitantly, "uh, how big do you think my dick is?"
"Well... you're okay," the gator offered. The dragon shivered more, closing his eyes slightly
"No... I want you to be honest with me... please"
The gator flicked his eyes between the dragon's cock and its owner. "Okay... honestly you're kinda... small." He went wide-eyed as the dragon gasped in response. "You want to be told you're small?"
the underendowed dragon nodded. "Yeah, it's a turn on for me, I just... like being reminded I'm like four inches down there," he chuckled ruefully, "and you've gotta be eight at least"
"Eight and a half exactly," the gator replied, beaming proudly as the dragon looked at him and grinned
"Mmmm, big boy huh?"
"Well I certainly have a little more to go waving around in public," the gator teased now, squeezing the grey dragonmeat and feeling its owner whimper involuntarily
"Careful, I could pop..."
"Mmm, no staying power either then?"
The grey dragon only trembled more. The gator was getting the hang of domming him very quickly. "Not like you," he gasped before tentatively adding "...Sir. Maybe you could show me?"
The gator grinned toothily. "Mmm, I hear you queers give great blowjobs. Why don't you show me that and we'll call it a trade?"
Blushing again and licking his lips, the grey dragon nodded and slipped off the rock to kneel down again. Once more he kissed and licked the stiff prick lightly, drawing shivers and rumbles of satisfaction and the sound of that thick, powerful gator tail occasionally slapping against the rocks around him. "I'd be honoured," he said, feeling hoarse from his arousal, "thank you for letting me suck your big straight dick Sir"
The dragon hummed and bobbed reverently on the gator's cock as he felt those strong hands stroking the back of his head. A moment later he felt the gator pulling the hood of his mac up over his head and continue stroking him through it, which only excited him more, feeling more objectified and devoted to this greenscaled dominator because of it. One of the dragon's hands cupped and squeezed and played with the gator's hefty balls whilst the other stroked his slick-covered thigh. Anything to keep himself from jacking off too soon. Part of him wondered why the gator was white collar, he was sure those hands would've been great doing rugged blue collar work. The fantasy of the gator working on some oil rig or trawlerboat in that slick outfit, even shinier from the spray of the ocean, made him almost dizzy with arousal. Nor could he pass up the pleasure of a guy who was apparently comfortable enough in his heterosexuality to fuck another male regardless
"Mmm, keep talking dirty to me," the dragon moaned as he let go of the cock for a moment before plunging back onto it. He heard the gator stifle a laugh
"Oh I will you horny cocksucking faggot," came the reply, "keep on sucking my cock Tiny, get a real man's dick in your snout." The dragon trembled from the abuse. Clearly the gator was loving having the OK to talk filth, now thrusting his hips up a little as he carried on. The dragon didn't mind being called a faggot or a queer at times like this, he didn't think for a minute that the gator meant it and was simply playing up to the moment. He hoped he was sincere in calling him 'Tiny' of course, gasping and running his tongue the full length of the salty shaft as he heard the name again before swallowing it again to the hilt
"Oh yeah that's it Tiny, put that slut mouth of yours to work," the gator continued, "since your little cock's no good for anything"
The scene continued for what felt like an eternity, the gator deliberately flaunting his ability to hold off cumming as he instructed the dragon with increasing fervour on how to suck his dick and the dragon complied. The grey prick sticking out of his raincoat was twitching furiously with desire, the dragon having to fight to keep both hands busy pleasing the gator so as to stop himself beating his meat, something he was sure the gator knew
Finally, the gator was clearly on the verge of bursting, making sure his bitch knew it. "You're going to swallow every drop," he moaned, pushing his submissive companion down so far that the dragon had to struggle not to gag. He felt the gator's rod spasming moments later, and hot spunk began squirting into his mouth as he struggled to swallow it all. It was too much for him as he felt his own dick bursting too, overcome by arousal from the gator's forcefulness
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes that's it, good little bitch Tiny, swallow it," the gator ranted lustfully as they both came, finally letting his toy let go and get his breath only when every drop had been spilled. The grey dragon kept his head bowed as he glanced upwards
"I'm... afraid I came too, Sir"
"Oh wow, good dragon," the gator laughed, "and you did it without even touching yourself." He stuck his boot out to see the dragon's cum indeed dribbling down the muddy black rubber and grinned lewdly at him. The dragon blushed and looked down coyly for a moment
"What can I say? I get excited. Want me to clean it?"
"I'd rather wear it as a trophy," the gator grinned, "but what you can do is stand up and turn around for me." He gave the dragon a wicked look as he said it, the dragon not immediately realising what was being asked of him
"Oh! Sir?"
"I'm not finished yet Tiny," the gator replied. "I could do with stretching that arse of yours again"
The dragon's cheeks burned hot again as he did as he was told, trembling self-consciously now as he felt the gator's scaly fingers poking around the base of his tail. The elastic surrounding the hole in his mac was loosened enough for the gator to wiggle his fingers in and find the dragon's anus, chuckling cruelly as he began pushing a digit inside
"Yeah, you need stretching. Think you can manage my cock up your arse a second time Tiny?"
The dragon sighed. "Yes Sir, whatever you think I should take, I'll take"
He felt those strong hands gripping his hips. "Then sit down Tiny"
The dragon bit his lip again and did as he was told. The gator guided him into place, feeling the still-erect dick push through the hole in his raincoat and between his buttocks. A moment later it pressed up against his anus, making him whimper and squeak involuntarily as the gator showed no signs of being gentle. He didn't want him to be gentle, he wanted him to make him a whore, and either the gator understood and was happy to oblige, or he was just a very rough lover waiting to be let out of his cage. It didn't matter which
"Take it dragon," the gator growled as he pulled his greyscaled plaything down onto his dick, "I want to hear you begging me to fuck you hard like the faggot you are"
"Oh god yes fuck me Sir," the dragon replied, "I want your big straight dick up my arse"
"Good boy," came the answer as he felt himself pulled further down, the gator's cock stretching him both painfully and pleasurably as he was used and abused thoroughly. "Think your little dick will pop again?"
"I don't know Sir... I hope so..." The dragon closed his eyes as he felt the gator's hand on his cock, pumping him up to full hardness again
"You'd better or you'll get a good slap to those nuts," the gator answered, giving them a squeeze for illustration that made the dragon whimper and hop on his cock, feeling it slip a little further inside even as the pain was exploding in his balls. The gator really was rough when he got out of that white collar he talked about, and the dragon was feeling drunk on the excitement of being on the receiving end
The dragon felt sure he'd burst from it, but the gator managed to bury himself down to the root, rumbling with satisfaction as the dragon sat down against his balls. "Good boy Tiny, you're a real pro I can see," came the gator's voice. The dragon couldn't see his face but he could imagine the way he must be leering at him even as he was lifting him back up to fuck again. The dragon pressed his boots against the gator's, rubber squeaking on rubber as he gritted his teeth and moaned through them. He felt owned by the gator, an object to be used, the thoughts and the gator's hand wanking him keeping him on edge like this
As the dragon's passage adjusted to being ploughed by the gator, the thrusting became more forceful. "Good slut," the gator grunted, "take my cock, take a real man's cock up your arse, Tiny." The dragon gasped and spluttered his agreement, begging and thanking the gator as vociferously as he could manage and incurring an even more forceful buggering for his sins
"Sir, I'm going to cum," the dragon moaned as the gator kept on stroking him furiously, hell-bent on holding the dragon to his word
"Good bitch, let's see you fire that little peashooter of yours. I'm going to fill your arse," came a snarl of a reply, cock still pounding him mercilessly, and the dragon didn't doubt him
"Please... do it Sir," he begged, "I want your cum inside me"
The gator didn't reply in words, he just slammed home once more so hard that he nearly knocked the dragon's glasses off as his toy felt him cumming, grunting and moaning loudly as the dragon came too, splashing his seed over his own raincoat and the gator's hand
The two of them sat panting for a while as the spent gator rubbed his snout idly against the dragon's mac, casually wiping the dragon's spunk off his fingers and onto the slick yellow mac. "Tiny," he finally said
"Mmm?"
"I have to be honest with you... I don't think I can keep faithful to my wife. I mean, not now. I love her but I really need an outlet as well, somewhere I can blow off a little steam on the weekend without doing something *really* stupid like going to a prostitute"
"And you want me to be your bit on the side?"
"Only if you're up for it. It wouldn't be a romantic affair, I'm not looking for a lover. Just... a little casual forest sex on the weekends"
"Shouldn't you look for a raingear fuckbuddy with a vagina?" The dragon chuckled, and the gator chuckled back
"No... it feels like if I'm going to cheat I should keep on cheating with someone with a cock, especially a little stubby one like yours"
Tiny moaned a little at the words and the gator laughed more dominatingly
"Yeah you do like that huh?"
"I do Sir..." the dragon gasped as he felt the gator's hand wrap around his dick again
"Then are you up for keeping me company on my weekend walks, Tiny?"
The dragon moaned softly as he thought about it. He didn't know if he felt right being the guy whom the gator was cheating with, but then again he guessed at least he could vouch for where he himself had been. Damage limitation, he justified it to himself. "Okay Sir," he finally gasped, "I'll do it"
"Good boy Tiny," the gator rumbled, helping the dragon up off his dick at last. "Lie down for me," he instructed, and shakily the dragon did so, settling on his back looking up at the gator. In turn the black-clad dominant knelt over the dragon, stroking himself once again. Tiny licked his lips as he watched, and with a little more jerking and vulgar talk, the gator came a final time, shooting his cum over the dragon's slicker
"Consider that a contract signed," the gator chuckled. "Now if you're as good a bitch as you say you'll walk back to your car with that spunk all over you"
"Mmm, I'll be walking further than that," the dragon replied coyly, "I walked here all the way from my house in Polchester"
The gator laughed as he got up and gave the dragon a hand. "I bet you'll still do it though won't you?"
"As long as you keep calling me Tiny, sure," the dragon grinned. And with that the two of them went their separate ways, promising to meet up again next Sunday
The dragon was both impressed and startled by the gator's transformation, though he realised he shouldn't have been so surprised to see that socially upright exterior fall away after their first meeting. Contemplating this, the dragon let himself return to rambling through the woods, hands thrust into raincoat pockets, only the mess on his slicker as a tell-tale sign that he wasn't exactly innocent. Which he guessed was true, but right now he wasn't too concerned about it. It had been a good morning after all