“I…err…yeah I heard about the party, Ryan right?” Spoke a burly, gruff, annoyed voice as the speaker stood across from the oak desk.
“I didn’t call you here to ask, I called you here to inform…You are on the party’s cleanup detail.” A well dressed, older gray wolf spoke candidly to the other male.
William, or Bill as his friends called him, was an experienced maintenance man with the college campus of which he worked, he had been there for years and while the alligator no doubt had higher aspirations earlier in his life, he settled in quite nicely with the college crowd. “I reckon, I just kinda know one of the guys that are gonna be there, ain't there some sort of interest conflict or whatever?” Bill relented, rubbing his forehead with his calloused hand.
“While I understand, it wasn’t something I expected to happen, but the student’s money is in, and the hall is theirs for the event…we are not the medical industry so your…relations with any party are of no consequence to me.” The Older Wolf spoke softly, motioning his hand toward the door. “We expect the hall to be up to FU standards, so please, keep your hands to yourself William.” 
“Yeah, FU alright…” Bill sighed as he spoke to himself, walking out of the Dean’s office, an entendre of both Furveris University and the gator’s feelings towards it.
If it wasn’t for the competitive hourly rate, and the medical benefits the job had, he may have left it years ago, however working in a campus with tons of curious, fresh out of puberty young men had Its own benefits, one such benefit being slightly involved in why his workday tomorrow would be busy.
Reaching into his overalls pants, retrieving a flip phone well past its due date, the gator began the long process of sending an sms, something he hated doing but for some reason, it was the preferred method of contact for his ‘associates’.
“Ur boy gon make a mess???’ asked the gator, his massive claws barely able to work the confounded device. Bill let the clamshell phone slap shut as he tucked it back into his overalls, knowing full well that the recipient would need to reply when he was able and alone.
With a sigh, Bill strode down the hallway, waving and grunting in response to various faculty and students alike who walked past him, greeting him with attitudes far more chipper than his own. Such was usually the case in the administration building, where all of the suit-clad hussy types were working and the star students and new applicants were being shown the ropes. Just about two weeks ago, Bill himself had spotted a cute blue and yellow spotted frog twink, being escorted out by one of the secretaries. And what a cute frog he was, imagine the old gator’s surprise when that toned rear ducked into that specific and special stall when he finished his tour, what luck he had. It took very little time for the frog to show him a good time through that barely accommodating gloryhole, and beyond.


Meanwhile, a few buildings away, laying on a sofa with his head comfortably resting on his boyfriend and dorm roommate’s lap, Dart was idly watching the show that the former had picked for them.
“I just think maybe, an entire hall, is just a bit much?” The frog looked up as he spoke, matching his beloved’s gaze with a soft smile.
“Baby you already know I’m a real social butterfly, I gotta spread my wings and that takes the kind of space a lecture hall provides.” Ryan, the stallion, honestly replied as he brushed his hand over his mate’s exposed yellow spotted chest.
“Well I know, but we just got this dorm, and if your friends from out of town are too rowdy, they might kick you out and that would really suck…” Dart pleaded, a large furred finger shushing over his lips as Ryan replied.
“Trust me baby, you won’t lose me, we’ll all be on our best behavior…will you?” 
Dart smirked, he usually was, with only one notable exception his loving stallion was blissfully and thankfully unaware of. “Of course I will, baby.” Dart said, leaning up to mash his lips lovingly against the horse’s own.
It’s not like he wanted to betray Ryan, he was a sweet horse, his personality and nature was unlike anyone the frog had dated before, not to mention how long their relationship had lasted in comparison to others before him. But that fateful day a few weeks back really sent a jolt down the previously pent up amphibian’s spine, one that just hit differently as they say. Sure the guilt was intense especially after he and the larger, muskier, thicker male had finished, however it was quickly replaced with more lustful machinations of what would occur the next time the two of them set up another romp.  It was impossible to deny the older gator and himself had a deepening connection.
“Mhhh, Baby, I think that’s your phone?” Ryan interrupted their kiss as he pointed to the device that vibrated briefly across the cheap, new coffee table across from the couple. With an annoyed huff, Dart reached over and grabbed the phone as he unlocked the screen and read the text, he smirked and tapped out a quick reply before tossing the phone back to its spot on the coffee table.
“Who was it?” The ever curious Ryan inquired as he wrapped his broad hands around his beloved’s waist.
“Maintenance department, just checking on the reservation you made for tomorrow.” Dart half-truthly answered. It was indeed a text from the maintenance department, more specifically one member of it that had grown to enjoy Dart’s company when out of Ryan’s earshot.


Bill tugged his cleaning cart along, his destination being a nearby frat house for Sigma Equine Fraturnis or SEF for short, apparently they had a major party last night, and cleanup was a bit much for the frat or its new pledges to handle. He grunted in reply again to passers by as he tried to brace himself for whatever alcohol, semen, and Lord only knew what else was littering his soon to be problem task for the day as his pocket chimed loudly with a default notification tone. Stopping in his tracks, the excited older gator tugged that cruddy flip phone and flicked the screen open, only a few people had that phone number, a special number he kept nice and secret for a reason, and only one would be texting him back at this time of day. With a wide toothy grin, Bill read the reply gingerly sent to him. 
“Nope, but I bet you will ;)” 
There in the middle of the sidewalk, the long and tumultuous task of tapping the numbers repeatedly to reply began, licking his toothy chops as he pushed the buttons and felt his girthy red shaft twitch inside of his sheath, the reptile hit send after the aggravating yet necessary task was finished, his reply hitting the airwaves enroute to the frisky little mated frog.
“U bet tht sweet lil ass i am” 
Deeply making out with his boyfriend, the reptilian tongue mashing with the loving dampness of the equine’s, the pair's intimacy was once again intruded upon by the vibrating of Dart’s phone. 
“Jesus christ, can’t you turn that thing off baby?” Ryan groaned, his flared shaft had already been removed from his jeans and was standing freely up between the smaller male’s toned rump, only clad in adorable purple boxers.
“Yeah, yeah, I will, but you’re not the only social one babe relax!” Dart playfully bapped his mate’s long snout with one hand as his other unlocked his phone. Thankfully he was already aroused atop his loving, oblivious stallion, or the sudden moan of excitement and violent throb of his stiff amphibian cock would have been easily noticed by the equally horny mate beneath him as out of place.
“Ohh damn baby, you’re getting excited by the minute…God I want you…” Ryan spoke softly, whispering in lustful tones up to his mate whose hands were both occupied with his phone. Dart softly hissed as he ground his soft, smooth boxer clad rump against his mate’s pillarlike shaft, while his thumbs just out of the horse’s vision tapped away a sweet reply filled with lust not given to the one he ground upon.
“Mmm, this sweet lil ass is ready for every rope of that mess~” Dart replied, before powering his phone off, he was horny as can be and eager to play with the alligator once again. Even though the pair of them had only fucked three times now, once in that stall, once in the library after hours, and once on top of the very same futon sofa the mates now cuddle and grind on top of, the gator’s older shaft was like a drug in it’s experienced, deep thrusts, and Dart wanted another hit.
However, right now, he was grinding on the larger, honestly more inconvenient to take shaft of his oblivious and adoring stallion, he’d have to milk that down to soft, especially knowing how long it took Ryan to recharge, if he drained his stallion mate’s nuts tonight, he probably wouldn’t have a horny thought in his head tomorrow.
“Mmh, there, it’s off, I need you too, so bad…” Dart lied, leaning his head down and pressing his lips to his fluffy equine’s, as their tongues mashed and the horse’s pre seeped through those purple boxers, Dart could only try as he might to imagine that the stallion’s minty fresh, well maintained teeth were actually the tobacco stained, older, grittier pointy gnashers of his secret alligator hookup.




-The next day, mid afternoon-


The generic party music reverberated through the hall, each thud of bass hardly overheard by the chatter, glasses clinking, and food being served from the buffet tables nearby to really be enjoyed. In the middle of the sprawled chairs and tables, stood the man of honor for the evening, the freshly twenty-two year old Ryan, his outfit a sleek black suit with a white sash draped over his shoulder, reading ‘Neigh-borhood Birthday Boy!’, a 
“Yo, Ryan!” one cheerful voice called out, to which the stallion turned around to see who spoke. He laid eyes upon a friend he had made from out of state during his move, a fellow stallion with soft white fur, and a blue mane draped down his shoulder. “Yo! Bale! What’s good my brother?” Ryan excitedly said, clasping his fellow equine’s hand with his own in a dap as they began to chat.
“Oh goodness, should I go see if the buffet has apples for you two to graze on?” Dart coyly teased, slapping his mate’s backside with a giggle. 
“Oh that’s not specist at all.” Ryan replied, Bale laughed heartily before replying. “Actually yeah, granny smith if they got any, otherwise don’t bother.” sending a chortle through Ryan’s snout as well.
“I’ll let you two compare horseshoe size then, I’mma go find something to wet my mouth with.” Dart said, as he stood up on one foot, planting a kiss to the birthday boy’s lips with love. “Nnn…thanks baby, have fun, it’s a party after all!” Ryan spoke before turning his attention back to the other equine and the pair began reminiscing about the past. 
With a sly smile, Dart walked away from his loving, celebrating mate, and opened his phone, biting his lip as he exited the hall’s doors, the balloon clad handles closing with a thunk behind him, fully separating him from his beloved’s exciting day. 
“Where at?” He tapped into his text, sending it to Bill’s phone with his left foot tapping on the ground. The frog was clad in a short black dress, with a sweater vest draped over his chest, the effeminate frog wanting to match his boyfriend’s attire, his feet were clad in stockings and black matching flats. 
A few moments passed by as he awaited a reply, receiving none as he huffed in aggravation, it’s not like he had infinite time here.
“How about right here…” The gator’s burly voice spoke out from Dart’s left, the frog turned excitedly to him and walked briskly to the larger male.
“Hey big guy…mmhh, where?” Dart asked with excitement, wasting no time and trailing his hands along the older gator’s overall clad muscled tummy down between his legs, right there in the hallway where any unlucky spectator could have seen.
“Mmmh…careful slut, don’t wanna get me fired or you caught eh? Over here…I set us up a little something.” Bill spoke with a soft growl, taking the femininely dressed frog’s dainty wrist, and pulling him along with him down the hall just a few short feet before arriving out front of a door marked ‘Employees Only’ “Get in there, I’m gonna ruin that dress.”


He would have worried about the possibility of Ryan’s seeing his dress ruined, but the frog’s intense burning lust for another dose of that stealthy, older, more experienced reptile’s red cock pushed him through that door before he could manage to care. The door closed as Bill walked inside, latching it locked, as the pair of smooth reptiles stood side by side in the heated confines of the building’s boiler room, comprised of the large appliance itself, the lights hanging from the roof, a few tools and cleaning utensils, and a cheap mattress that lay on the concrete tiled floor, a bottle of lubricant laying on the ground near it. 
“Get on slut, I need that tight little pucker of yours.”  Bill ordered, his hands undoing his overalls quickly exposing himself from the waist down, he didn’t bother wearing any underwear knowing full well how quickly he would be naked for the frog anyway.
Dart gulped and tossed his sweater vest off, letting it land on the dusty concrete floor as he obeyed the older gator’s command, crawling on all fours invitingly onto the dirty mattress beneath him, hiking his dress up to his smooth thighs and hissing in desire as he leaned downward, his shoulders level with the bed as his rump was arched upwards. Dart also had skipped on the underwear that night, his lower half was completely exposed, his smooth rump shining in the industrial lights, candy for the predator kneeling downward to his backside. The less than horny horse had been drained so deeply inside of Dart’s hungry throat the night prior, he had never laid a hand on the frog’s lower half, thankfully, his mate was completely unaware of why he had been pantiless under the dress he had worn to that special party.
“Mmm…good boy, nice and ready for me…you clean up down there?” Bill growled as he dropped down onto his knees, kicking the overalls aside, now wearing nothing but a sweat stained wifebeater that hung over his chest but exposed his muscular gut perfectly while he leaned his head downward, his hot breath hitting the mated frog’s tender exposed yellow pucker. 
“O- Of course sir!” Dart whimpered, his stocking clad legs spreading just a bit further apart from his secret lover.
“Good boy, I like it tidy.” The janitor growled, half of his compliment being muffled as it echoed into the mated frog’s depths, his lengthy reptile tongue burying inside of the twink’s tight pucker.
“Ohh god fucking damn, I wish he ate me out…nnhhh” Dart groaned out, his stiff yellow cock twitching, pre already dribbling down onto the cruddy mattress in ecstasy, finding that he felt a deeper rush when he mentioned his beloved during these chance encounters with Bill. The growling reptile’s tongue was too occupied to respond, instead he took two handfuls of the mated, bare ass he lashed his tongue deeply inside of, squeezing each plump mound with his clawed fingers firmly.
“Mhh, just like that…oh f- fuckkk…” Dart whined, his head laying jaw flat on the mattress, drooling from both his lips and his quivering cock as he shivered, the long tongue of the larger male easily hitting his sweet spot as it swirled inside of him.
Almost painfully, Bill tugged his head back suddenly, letting his tongue achingly exit the whimpering heated mess that was Dart beneath his drooling toothy maw, his grin returning as he extended his hand, grasping the bottle of lube and flicking the lid open, pouring a carelessly large amount of the friction fighter down onto his fully erect red member, and between the frog’s smooth taken cheeks and over his inviting well licked hole.


“Wanna get right to it slut? Been itching for that ass all day.” Bill growled as he slapped his sloppy shaft over the blue and yellow rump under its throbbing girth.
Dart nodded his head and hiked his dress up fully over his lower back, his yellow cock suddenly being gripped by that large calloused gator hand he yearned for, his eyes rolling back as he felt Bill stroking his dainty smaller length in firm pumps while the gator’s sloppy wet cock began prodding against, and into, his tight quivering depths.
“Take it whore, you little cheating whore, you want it deeper don’t ya?” Bill teased, delivering an intense slap to Dart’s left plump asscheek as he spread them apart with his shaft, inching in deeper while his other hand intently stroked the frog’s own manhood. “P- Please! Agh, god yes please fuck me!” Dart whined out, his shrill effeminate voice bouncing over the walls just as the music had at his oblivious boyfriend’s party just a few yards away down the hall.
“Good slut, rrggg, fuck how do you stay so fucking tight.” Bill growled out, his hand once resting on the frog’s dainty bubble butt now reaching upward and tweaking over his own nipple, adding to the gator’s fiery lustful pleasure.
“F- for you sir!” Dart answered as he whined, feeling Bill’s massive red cock bottoming out inside of his depths, that pre-oozing older tip mashing against the frog’s small, dainty and needy prostate, sending a gush of thick clear pre down onto the mattress from Dart’s shaft, a few dribbles lubricating the older gator’s hand as he pumped the frog relentlessly.
“Ugh good boy, C’mere, I wanna see that face when I breed your slutty little ass.” Bill growled, his hands suddenly gripped ahold of Dart’s midriff and twisted, easily manipulating the twink frog’s light frame in his embrace, flipping the mated boy onto his back, his dress hiked up to his navel as the panting, girlish frog whined under him.
He didn’t waste a moment as he began thrusting again, fucking the dainty taken frog in missionary, his hand wrapping again around the tiny yellow appendage that twitched in pleasure to each, deep relentless raw thrust Bill delivered to his lover’s fleshy depths.
“F- fuck, just like that…good boy, lift em up!” Bill growled, holding Dart’s smooth stocking covered legs up over his shoulders, he used his snout to push off one of the frog’s little flats, delivering a warm, intent dominating lick up over the nylon covered amphibian’s foot from heel to toe, marking the frog in scent in yet another spot his boyfriend would never think to check.
“F- Fuck! Oh god s- stop I’m sensitive! I’m go- gonna!” Dart whined, his eyes tensely closing in pleasure as he felt the lengthy gator tongue lashing him on such a sensitive area, his pre streaming down over the older male’s hand in a torrent.
“Cum? Gonna squirt like a good little slut for me? Do it, do it NOW!” Bill firmly demanded, slamming his hips forward in a firm thrust. Dart hollered out in bliss, lust, and soft loving tones as he felt an intense orgasm leave his shaft into his lover’s hand, gushing rope after rope of his stringy, pent up cum onto the gator’s perfectly caressing palm.
“Holy shit, you’re eruptin’ boy.” Bill grinned widely as he clapped his hips against the frog’s rump, loud slapping only dampened by the growling pleasure of the gator and girlish pleasured moans of the frog beneath him.
“Y- Yes sir!” Dart’s tongue hung from his mouth as he locked eyes with Bill, the gator at least twice if not more than his age, grunting in deep pleasure above him, eagerly ravaging the hole that supposedly belonged to Ryan. 
However in the last few weeks, that feeling was dwarfing, he couldn’t help but admit, if only to himself and the gator, that he felt better impaled on his red rod, that he felt warmer, filled with his cum, that he felt, in Bill’s embrace…better.
Bill felt similarly, at least in this moment, his eyes narrowed as a loud, guttural hiss left his toothy smiling mouth, his hips colliding one final time with his submissive, dress clad, sweating frog, cum spraying deeply inside of the raw, uninhibited slutty boy under him as he bred him deeply.
“Oh g- god, f- fuck y- yes…” Dart whined in heavy, sweating breaths as he gripped that dirty mattress tighter in his grip.
After breeding him deeply, Bill found himself feeling a way he had not felt in many, many years, as he peered down at the well pleasured, cum matted, drooling in pleasure frog beneath him, he felt compelled to lean down and mash his lips across the groaning frog’s lips, embracing the young male in a deep, passionate kiss.
Ryan could never, or, would never, match this passionate, messy, drooling embrace of tongue to tongue, that tobacco tasting, older, growling maw was heavenly to Dart’s effeminate mouth eagerly lapping at his own. The pair held their embrace for a solid five minutes before Dart suddenly pulled away for a moment, looking at Bill with his afterglow making way for realization.
“OH my GOD, how long has it BEEN?!” He panickedly asked.


A few moments later, the doors of the lecture hall swung open, and Dart rushed into the room, his stockings mal adjusted on his legs, one higher than the other that hung over his leg. His breath was heavy and his dress was haphazardly hanging over his lower half. For a moment, he took in the scenery and gulped as he realized more of the partygoers were looking at him than he expected. His mind was still racing with lustful afterglowing thoughts of the older alligator who briskly entered the hall as well, from a different door on the opposite end, his cleaning cart in tow as he grumbled at the room, his overalls stained at the crotch, hardly caring to wipe up the mess that Dart’s wonderful taken tailhole had caused him.
Neither of the two who entered bothered to check themselves, nor the party room itself properly, before entering, if they had, they may have noticed a few peculiar details of where the party was going currently. First, the music was softer, it seemed like the party was slowing down some. Second, the buffet tables had been packed up, food had stopped being served. And last, the lights had dimmed, making way for the soft, illuminating purplish glow of black lights. Of course it was black lights. Ryan had often spoken about how dearly he enjoyed seeing his beloved mate’s soft blue and yellow spotted skin illuminating like a holiday under them. However, as Dart looked up and saw the heartwrenching glare on the stallion’s shocked face, he solemnly realized that those damned lights were illuminating far more than the spots on his skin. Dart’s stockings glew like the sun under the light’s revealing show, the semen that dribbled down them in long, white streaks clear for each partygoer to see, the same as on the front of Bill’s overalls, the pair of them, without saying a word, just through eyes on both, had been quite literally illuminated in evidence to the entire room.
“B- babe?” Ryan gulped as he asked, slowly raising his hand to the incredibly abashed frog across the floor from him.
Dart could only gulp, his eyes not daring to match his betrayed boyfriend, instead, almost instinctively, his stare went to the white-glowing crotched alligator across the room. 
“B- Bill?!” He whined out, almost desperately, his innate desire for the gator in lust now dwarfed by his feeling of need and security as he slowly at first began walking toward the older male, soon turning into a run at full sprint toward him.
The gator sighed, wrapping his arms around the frog in a defensive posture as he lifted the smaller male up into a genuine hug, He had been single for years, might as well take what was being eagerly dropped right into his lap. 
“W- what…The fuck?” Ryan whimpered, taking a step forward with his fists balled, tears in his eyes, before a hand gripped his shoulder, he turned to face Bale who simply shook his glowing white furred head and softly spoke. “Trust me, It isn’t worth fighting for…I got you bro…fuck him.” The other stallion said with obvious experience in this field of betrayal.


Dart didn’t turn back, he buried his tearful, regretful, embarrassed face into Bill’s burly chest, letting the Gator carry him out of the room with a firm, devoted face, not of pleasure or love, but of defense.
It may cause the frog some difficulty with his rooming situation, and no doubt the dean would either fire or chew out the gator for what he had done so brazenly in that boiler room with Dart, But the two of them, in a clinging embrace, left that party and the cuckolded birthday boy behind, without a care in the world. Together they could overcome the upcoming obstacles, Bill would have no issue finding another custodial gig if need be, and Dart could always keep that lonely one bedroom apartment that Bill had just off campus occupied.
The two of them silently walked down the hall, back to the boiler room, shutting the door and latching it shut, this time, they laid on the dirty mattress in a cuddle, not a fuck, the intergenerational pair embracing eachother in comfort, Dart did have a cry, as short lived as it was, he knew what he had done was cruel, and wrong.
But sometimes, pain must be endured, for pleasure to follow, and he knew in his heart ever since that day he cheated on the stallion on the phone, when he didn’t bother to hang up, when he didn’t mute that fateful blowjob…That this was inevitable. 




It may have been Ryan’s birthday, but Dart was the one who received the greatest present of all, a real man.