	Marco Worth the cuntboy iguana was having the most amazing dream. He was dreaming that just last night, he and his stallion horse Ezra had gotten married, and right now, Ezra was shoving his massive cock deep into his lizardly vagina. He dreamt of that wonderful feeling that only the closest contact with the one you love dearest could bring, of the warmth of his seed flooding his moist opening.

	That was when he woke up and realised it wasn't a dream. He was indeed lying on his side in bed with Ezra lying behind him, balls deep in his vagina and pumping jizz into him... while snoring.

	You insatiable stallion! muttered Marco groggily through his pleasure, Sound asleep and still you can't get enough of me!

	The fact of the matter was, the previous day Marco and Ezra HAD gotten married. They had been so worn out after the wedding party had lasted long past midnight that after they'd gotten home to Marco's parents' place, they'd just collapsed into bed in their tuxedos, unzipped their pants, joined genitals and fallen asleep after a lone, quick ride. Most of their nights together involved at least two. Ezra's black tuxedo had a large cumstain on his abdomen and pants where jizz had leaked and dried overnight, stains shared much more prominantly by Marco's white tuxedo.

	Once the massive thrusts of ejaculation ceased, Ezra became still once more, his soft snoring returning to its usual rythmic pace. Marco smiled wryly as he felt the tantalizing warmth of jizz dribbling down his leg and the base of his tail. He couldn't deny that the statement he'd just muttered to the sleeping Ezra applied just as much, if not even more so, to himself.

	His tail was already draped over Ezra, so to help where he was going to aim, he glanced behind him to his sleeping stallion. Time to have a bit of fun himself. 

	He began tracing around Ezra's anus with the tip of his tail, causing Ezra's snoring to become erratic again and his balls-deep cock to flare again. When he finally plunged the tip inside Ezra's puffy hole, the stallion woke with a gasp. He yawned and then smiled warmly at his scaly husband.

	You're one hell of an alarm clock, Marco, he said sleepily.

	And you're one to talk! replied Marco, waggling his tail tip inside Ezra to coax out cute noises, Us getting married has made you so horny you sleep-sexed me awake!

	Ezra looked down at their combined crotches in surprise. Sure enough, in addition to the dried stains from last night, fresh fluid was pooled on and around their thighs. He looked back at Marco with a smirk on his face.

	Must've been doing something right then, to wake you up, he said coyly.

	Marco playfully shoved Ezra's shoulder and twisted himself onto his back, the stallion's flare coming out with an audible 'splop!'

	Married, eh? he said in bliss, ... Did you see this coming that weekend we were forced to share a bed?

	Marco had gone to Ezra's house as nothing more than a friend about a year ago, having planned a weekend of video games and movies whilst both of their parents were out of town. With the spare bed accidentally locked in Ezra's parent's closet and the couch being too small to sleep on, the two of them had been forced to share Ezra's bed. After an uncomfortable evening of trying to ignore what was to come, Marco accidentally let slip his secret of being a cuntboy, the two of them beheld each other's naked forms for the first time, and they had ended up falling in love and sharing their first sexual moments with each other.

	Not in a million years, replied Ezra, shuffling himself closer to hug his husband, But who'd have thought all it would take was a spare bed being locked away? After all's said and done, I wouldn't change a thing, pet.

	Oh, you, said Marco warmly, bending his arm around Ezra's head to stroke his long mane, Your proposal as well... I'd never be able to forget that. Mum's told me many times of how dad proposed to her  setting up Christmas lights on a boat to spell out the question. All you did was stuff me senseless with your man-milk and ask while I was still riding you. I like my story much better... Having said that though, if we ever end up with kids, we might have to borrow a little bit of mum's story. It wouldn't do too well to simply say 'Daddy fucked mummy senseless and asked if mummy'd like to marry him while his rod was inside him. The end.'

	I dunno, sounds like a good story to me. replied Ezra, giving his iguana a kiss on the side of the neck.

	Yeah, that's because you're not a kid anymore. Come on now, let's get cleaned up and get our tux's in the wash... I'd like to wear mine in public again at some point in the future.

	That sounds heavenly  the white suits you, dear, said Ezra with a slight wince of pleasure as Marco's tail left his ass and the sexy twink of an iguana sat up, It makes the forest-greeniness of your scales just... POP.

	And the black of your tux makes your brown fuzz even more mouth watering than it normally is, replied Marco affectionately.

	As they got up and stretched, Marco glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. Crikey, they had slept in  it was almost one in the afternoon. Oh well, the wedding had been worth screwing up their sleep pattern for a couple days.

	Taking some clean clothes with them, they stealthily made their way to the bathroom  if Marco's parents or sister was still somewhere inside, the last things they probably wanted to see were cumstained tuxedos and Ezra's softening dick slowly shrinking its way back inside his unzipped pants. 

	They had their usual affectionate shower together, sensually rubbing bodywash over each other's bodies, followed by lots of kissing in various places for good measure, and Marco massaging shampoo through Ezra's mane. 

	They'd become experts with each other over the year that they'd been boyfriends; Ezra never accidentally trod on Marco's massively long tail, and Marco knew just where to tickle to prompt an erection from Ezra. He also now knew that if he gently scratched behind Ezra's ears, they would involuntarily fold backwards in his bliss... and if, at the same time, he used his tail to tease and tickle his balls and manhood, there would always be an ejaculation as his reward. It was no different today, regardless of the fact that the stallion had blown a massive load not ten minutes before  there was something about those two places being teased simultaneously that pleasured him JUST right.

	Why you sneaky little lizard! gasped Ezra, jizz trickling down the glass of the shower door where it had flown, and dribbling its final pulses down his penis, I knew I shouldn't have shared that little tidbit with you!

	Well, you're stuck with me now, hun, replied Marco with a smirk as he knelt down. Then, wedging Ezra's thick dick between his tongue's forks, he licked up and down Ezra's length, lapping up the stallion's sweet, sweet cream.

	I don't know how you do that, stuttered Ezra through his quivering bliss, I can't stand the taste of it.

	Hmmm... I dunno, said Marco, smacking his lips as if tasting an exotic wine, Sweet and tangy, with just the right amount of saltiness? ... Tastes fine to me, Stallie!

	With all these pet names you keep coming up with for me, I might have to start coming up with more for you! How about Snugglepussy?

	Too raunchy, said Marco as he turned off the shower, Maybe... Hug-a-cunt?

	How the hell's that any less raunchy?

	... I guess it isn't, is it? Oh well, points for barely trying!

	The pair dried and dressed and went downstairs to put their tuxedos into the washing machine. As soon as the machine whirred to life, they were startled by Irine, Marco's sister, who had walked in behind them and was leaning against the doorframe when they turned around.

	Well, well, she said, smirking, The hubbies are finally awake! You two were snoring so loudly, I'm fairly certain you'd have made less noise just fucking each other all night!

	You would've liked that, wouldn't you, perv? said Marco mockingly.

	Irene began absently inspecting her claws for chips, the smirk ever-present on her face. It would've made yesterday even more interesting, yes, she said, but at least SOMEONE in this house was able to get to sleep. I kept waking up due to the pair of RHINOCEROSES in the next room, and mum and dad have been down in the lounge watching TV and practically shouting their conversations since they got back from the wedding last night. They're over-giddy with excitement that their little boy and his long-time best bud decided to go all the way.

	We don't snore that loudly, do we? asked Ezra.

	Nah, I'm just playing with you, she chuckled, waving her hand dismissively, I kept waking up because I'm just as excited for my little bro as our parents are. I'm actually glad you're awake though  I was on the verge of coming to wake you both myself. A couple hours ago, I answered a phone call asking for either a Marco or an Ezra. She wasn't sure if she had the right number, but apparently she knew you both from high-school and wanted to catch up with you, so I told her it was.

	She? Marco was trying to think which girl from high-school would want to call HIM, of all people. It had been about five years since he'd finished school, and he couldn't think of any who would.

	She said her name was Dana, said Irine, Ringing any bells?

	Yes it was. Marco remembered who Dana was: the tiger shark girl who, unlike so many of the other shark kids at his and Ezra's school , had always been friendly and kind. She had been close friends with both him and Ezra, but had moved to the UK for university after they'd all finished their final school year.

	Dana? She wants to catch up with US?

	Apparently she managed to get hold of Ezra's parents first, but they told her the most likely place to get in touch with either of you was here. I told her you were sleeping in after a night of partying, so she got me to write down her phone number so that you could get back to her. I know it was a bit of a fib, but I didn't want to spill your... togetherness to some random person who claimed to know you.

	That's mighty thoughtful, Irine, said Marco, extending his hand, Now may I have that number please?

	What, with your man right there? Irine raised an eyebrow as she handed the number over, Whatever are you playing at, my good sir?

	Oh, stop it, Marco gave his sister a light punch on the shoulder, I just want to catch up with a friend I haven't heard from in several years.

	I wouldn't mind hearing what Dana's been up to myself, admitted Ezra, She was a blast to hang with.

	Okay, you can have your little threesome, just leave me out of it. Irine put her hands up in surrender and left the husbands to their own devices.

	I'll put Dana on speaker on my cellphone in our room, said Marco as they made their way back upstairs, We shouldn't get interrupted by my sister or parents in there if we shut the door.

	It'll be good when we can afford our own place, observed Ezra, We won't have anyone just barging in whenever they feel like it.

	Your parents are easier to deal with than my lot, replied Marco, My folks are used to just coming into my room uninvited... It's always fun when they walk in on us trying to share a quiet moment, isn't it? Maybe we should move into your place for a bit more privacy.

	What, and stop all the wonderful stories? Like that time your sister admitted you were so hot you might be making her bi? teased Ezra with a playful nudge.

	Don't remind me, groaned a blushing Marco in response.

	The morning after Marco's most recent birthday, the freshly engaged couple had just finished sharing very intimate morning sex and had been on the verge of falling asleep again when Irine had snuck into the room and taken a photo. She had intended to get a picture of the boys sleeping together for their phone or computer backgrounds, but it hadn't QUITE turned out that way.

	Marco had been lying on top of Ezra and the two were kissing, their groins joined. Marco was wearing a joke gift his sister had gotten him  a pink 'Perfect Princess' shirt and a white cheerleader's skirt  and had not taken the situation well. When he'd stood up to order her out of the room, Ezra's jizz had started dripping out of his pussy and down his legs, and Irine had admitted that seeing cum dripping from her cuntboy-brother's fanny was hot. 

	Whilst the photo Irine had captured was absolutely precious to both Ezra and Marco, so much so that both boys used it for its original purpose of  computer backgrounds, all three of them usually did their very best to pretend that THAT particular moment had never happened. It didn't work very often.

	Marco looked over Dana's number and tapped it into his phone, setting the call for speakerphone. He plopped his phone into the centre of the bed and the two of them sat on either side of it. After a few rings, their call was answered.

	Hello, Dana speaking, came a gentle voice. Her time in the UK had given her a slight accent, but it was nevertheless unmistakably the Dana they knew.

	Hello hello, Dana. It's Marco speaking, he said, mimicking her answering.

	Oh, Marco? Dana sounded overjoyed, So I did get the right house! Was that you mum I was talking to? I felt a bit awkward just giving out my number to her.

	No, it was my sister, replied Marco, She's harmless enough. So, what's brought you back from the UK?

	I've finally finished my studies, replied Dana, I was able to get a job as an attourney back here in my hometown... so, here I am! Is Ezra there as well? His parents said your place was the best place to call to get hold of him.

	Yes Dana, I'm here, said Ezra, Welcome home!

	Oh, hi there stud! Spill the beans... How've you two been?

	You know... a little of this, a little of that. Just got married last night... the usual stuff.

	Married last night? Oh wow, congratulations, Ezra! Who's the lucky lady?

	I guess you could call me a lady, interjected Marco, But TECHNICALLY, I'm a dude.

	Oh... I have to admit, you boys never had me pegged as THAT type, said Dana, surprised, But regardless, congratulations, guys! I'm pretty sure you two are wondering why I've just called you out of the blue like this, yes? Well, I've been dying to catch up with you guys, and was hoping you felt the same way. I had a bit of a falling out with most of my friends before I left for Britain, and was hoping at least a couple of them didn't still hate me.

	Oh no! gasped Ezra, his hands flying to his mouth and the pity obvious in his voice, I'm sorry to hear that, Dana. I don't know where you got the idea that I might hate you, but I don't. Plus, I'd love to hear about your time in the UK.

	Likewise, added Marco solemnly. Poor Dana. What had happened?

	Oh, superb! exclaimed Dana in delight, apparently ignoring her solemn addition to the conversation, Where would be the best place to meet? I'm free at any time; I don't start work until next month!

	Marco looked at Ezra in thought. Where'd work best for you, hun?

	The backyard? shrugged Ezra, We'd be able to talk more freely than at a coffee shop or park.

	Is the little stud a bit shy about his relationship? teased Dana.

	We both are, replied Ezra, Despite the fact that we've been together for roughly a year by now, we haven't really flaunted it to anyone but our parents.

	Not even your other friends? I remember you guys having a few other than me.

	We've kind of become distant from all of them, said Marco, They've either moved away or gotten girlfriends. We were with some of them when they insulted a gay couple sitting on a park bench. We thought it best to distance ourselves from the homophobe ones and stick with the last couple who haven't moved away, but lately we've only had time for each other.

	I'm sorry to hear that, boys, pity was now obvious in Dana's voice, But on the brighter side, if you only have time for each other, you two were just MADE for each other! And that, my friends, is adorable.

	Thanks, Dana, said Ezra warmly. There was something in her tone that just melted away all sadness from the conversation. She was just so easy to talk to, no matter what she was saying.

	Also, said Dana ponderously, you do realise that whilst you've yet to shout it from the rooftops, so to speak, you DID just let it all slip to someone who you haven't seen in five years, right?

	You're just that easy to talk to, you slippery fish!

	Dana chuckled. Oh stop it, you! Anyway, if just hanging at your place is what you want, I'm pretty sure I remember the way. I should be over within the hour. Sound good?

	Sounds great, Dana, replied Marco, If you get lost, just look for the corner store  it's still got that rusted old green roof, and take the next right. We'll see you soon!

	Will do, boys! Ciao!