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God, I was so fucking stupid.

Going out to surf on a day when the tides were strong was one of the dumbest ideas I ever had. The yellow flag out by the lifeguard tower had barely phased my confidence. As a wolf, I had a natural ability to at least doggy paddle and I had been surfing for so long that I had developed a good swimming pattern but that did not matter where I was going. One rogue wave later and I was thrown off my board and now sinking down into the great abyss of the ocean. Davy Jones was about to have a new toy to play with.

I sunk down beneath the waves like a heavy rock. The undertow from the rogue wave was already working its evil magic and I was spiraling out of control. There were only two times in my life when I was consciously reminded I had lungs: whenever I am sick and can feel the mucus in my lungs and whenever I am underwater. As the underwater current pulled me along for its twisted ride, I was in a spinning drowning machine. I could not tell which way was up and no matter how much I flailed my arms, I could not orientate myself.

There was a splash above me. The water above separating. From my vantage point, I only got a brief glimpse of the water above parting and a looming silhouette above me. I wanted to yell out for them to turn back or they would be captured in the same cycle that I was. I reached my arm out and my hand grazed solid muscle before I was pulled down.

The world had stopped spinning. My lungs were burning and I had to close my eyes to prevent the dizziness from turning into nausea. The figure was swimming me lower. I could feel the pressure on my ears; enough that the pain spread throughout my head as if someone was stuffing cotton balls inside of my skull.

I held onto whoever was pulling me up for dear life and I wrapped my arms around whoever had a hold of me. I nuzzled in between his pecs and allowed him to bridal carry me towards the surface. It was like being pulled by an imaginary force. Nothing felt real at that moment. If I was somewhat conscious, I would have realized that my savior had swam underneath the undertow in order to avoid the vicious currents.

At some point, I felt warm air on the face along with sunlight as I was dropped onto the stereotypical red lifesaver that the lifeguard had. Disoriented, I looked back behind me to see the sunset dipping below the horizon. It shined back brilliant oranges and yellows which told me the time. Boats were being piloted in the distance and the light blue of the Gulf sparkled nicely in the setting sun. It would have been peaceful if I wasn't hacking up salt water onto the lifesaver, splattering the red in mucus.

The lifeguard by me was watching me with a mixture of judgement and relief. I mean, I couldn't tell but I could FEEL it. When I finally looked over at him, I could see just satisfaction in a job well done. He was a tall crocodile, his pecs the size of small balloons and abs that would make straight men blush. He had a nice v-line near his pelvis and he wore one of those stereotypical lifeguard speedos that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The bright cheery red speedo had small drawstrings on top and a big white cross on the crotch area.

His bright blue eyes looked down at me and he gave a toothy smile.

I was not expecting the cheerfulness and I had several heavy blinks before I gave several hard coughs.

"You need to be more careful when surfing on yellow days. Clearly, you bit off more than you could chew, pup," he said with that wide grin. He had a deep, baritone voice. It sent a shiver down my spine and I frowned.

"I...appreciate it," I replied back. My ears fell low and my cheeks burned with shame. The lifeguard, although smiling, made his point.

"It's my job, but don't be stupid next time," the croc said as he continued paddling me to shore. "The loss of your board is enough of a punishment. I saw you out there and knew there would be trouble. The board looked like a good brand, too."

Now he was just rubbing salt in the wound.

The frown that I had turned into a pout. "Yeah, it was given to me for Christmas. I just got it, too."

"Murphy's law."

Oh, so the croc was smart, too. Handsome, smart, and savvy. Even though he seemed to be savoring the moment he had over me, I did not care. I could listen to his voice all day. There was one thing to address, however.

"I'm sorry?" I replied.

"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. You were a prime target today, it seemed," the lifeguard said as he finally made it to a shallow area. He stood upright, his body broad and intimidating but the toothy grin he had made him seem much more approachable. I decided to stand up myself, my arms still slouched over the lifesaver.

With the warning on the beach, many of the beachgoers were standing pretty close to the shore and the spotlight was on me. Several families watched me being escorted by the big, meaty croc and knew something was up. I could feel their eyes on me and part of me wished I could have dipped my head underwater and completely disappeared.

"Mmm."

"Yep. Anyway, I gotta make up the paperwork for this up at the tower. You gotta come up with me and then I'll let you go."

Fair enough. I figured there would be some bureaucratic stuff to take care of. That part did not bother me in the slightest. I gathered the remaining part of my wits and passed the lifesaver over to the lifeguard and made my way up to the shore. He whistled as I got up out of the water, my grey fur dripping with water and I shook myself.

"What?" I asked, my voice a little hoarse from the talking and only moment's ago practically drowning in salt. It was as if someone had suddenly pushed a ton of saltines into my mouth.

"You got a pretty good bruise on your ankle," the croc stated as he pointed towards my right ankle. Sure enough, right when he pointed it out, it started to begin to throb in pain. The board that I had must have ricochet off my ankle. I looked over at the croc to see a worried look on his face.

"You'll need medical treatment as well. Luckily, I got a first aid kit at the lifeguard tower with your name on it. Speaking of..."

"It's Russel," I say with a nod. "And...thank you for saving my life."

"Not a problem, pup."

He put a hand confidently on my shoulder and led me towards the lifeguard tower. I felt like a small child being led by a parental figure. He looked to be at least two years older than me so that put him at about 22. Still, I felt so young in my white and blue speedo. I curled my tail around my legs as I walked and the croc noticed.

"My name is Robert," he said with a smile, attempting to take eyes off of me. It took some edge off of the fact that everyone around me was still watching me. The vinyl building of the lifeguard tower stood confidently above everything else and was held up by a wooden scaffolding. A small, red light blinked on top and a radio antenna stuck up above along with a bright yellow flag. The lifeguard grabbed the doorknob of it and opened it up before leading me inside.

The interior was comfortable. A small rolling chair that led up to a radio. The radio was presently turned off. A small walkie talkie was by the desk and a constant stream of static came out of it. There was no one presently on the radio and I found myself thankful that at least I wasn't hoarding the lifeguard for myself.

"Make yourself at home," Robert said as he hung the lifesaver on a hook near the door. He watched me carefully as if I was going to suddenly keel over. I sat down on the rolling chair, looking out of the glass windows that led out into the ocean. The sunset was so gorgeous from the sitting post that I felt almost transfixed by it as it slowly started to dip down into the horizon. The moon was already in the sky and slowly taking its rightful place above. Stars were starting to twinkle in the Australian night sky, lighting up the beach.

I felt pressure being applied to the bruise and I winced as an icy cold numbness shot through my ankle. The croc was kneeling at my feet and looked up at me with that shit eating grin as he pressed an ice pack to my right ankle.

"It's just a little swollen. It doesn't appear sprained. You should be able to be up and about in no time. How do you feel?"

"Aside from drowning about thirty minutes ago, not half bad," I said with a chuckle. Robert's personality was infectious and already getting me to loosen up a little bit. That toothy grin was starting to send a couple of shivers down my spine. Or maybe that was the ice pack. Either way, I found myself smitten.

"So, you going to be surfing again?" Robert asked as he got up from his crouched position and allowed me to attend to my ankle.

"Yeah. Just need a new board. Only used my previous one about three other times."

"That really sucks," Robert said as he placed his whistle on the hook near the lifesaver. His tail was lifted up, showing off the curves of his assets and rump and I couldn't help but take a little peek. He clearly maintained his body and part of me was jealous that I was a much leaner build than he was. Now, I wasn't a twink by any means but I certainly wasn't fat either. If I had to define my body type, it would probably be athletic.

I stared a bit too long because when Robert turned around, I had to quickly look away and I did so with a blush. The croc chuckled.

"Getting your life saved by a lifeguard really gets your blood pumping, huh puppy?" he chuckled. He walked forward, a confident swagger in his step and he crouched down near me. His eyes scanned me over. This time, they appeared like a predator stalking his prey and I pushed the ice pack harder to my ankle.

He looked me up and down, his gaze trailing over my speedo and lingering on my bulge for longer than I anticipated.

"You are quite a cutie," he mentioned while licking his lips. "Say, how about we take a little night out? Just you and me. Don't have to do anything if you don't want to but..."

He was so confident. I never expected something so sudden and I had practically seized up. "Oh, well...I mean...."

He had that smile again. It practically made my heart melt. I felt like a piece of fish caught in a net and the croc knew he had me around his finger.

"So, you want to get something to eat? I can drive and then drop you off at your place. How's that sound?"

The fact that he was being so friendly was disarming enough. I mean, the man just saved my life and he was talking to me as if we had known each other for a while. He was so bold and confident that I was open to any suggestion he gave. Giving a curt nod, I smiled myself.

"Yeah. I would like that."

His grin got larger. "Good. Bring the ice pack with ya. My shift is up and we can go down and share the shower cubicle."

"O-oh. That's fine by me!"

I had a sudden perk in my step when he mentioned sharing a shower cubicle and jolted up out of the seat. He chuckled and shook his head. "Well, don't act so unenthusiastic about it..."

"Well, I didn't know that getting my life saved and losing my surfboard was what I had to do to get a hunky lifeguard to chat with me," I mentioned with a purr to my voice and this time he got a little flustered.

"Heh, whatever. Go downstairs. I'll meet you at the walk-in. It's big enough for both of us."

I made my way back out to the beach, ignoring the throbbing in my ankle as I walked down the sandy, wooden stairs. Right by the lifeguard tower and standing alone by itself was a small walk-in shower. It was surrounded by tough wooden walls and had a door that allowed complete privacy. The walls were non-existent at the very bottom; however, which meant that people could see our feet. I placed the ice pack to the side, not even worrying about my ankle since the excitement of what was coming up ran through my mind. That little tid-bit did not dissuade me from walking in however and my heart thumped with excitement when I closed the door and sealed myself off from the outside world.

Turning the nozzle connected to the shower straight to the right, I was welcomed by a blast of warm water. Who knew that drowning made the body stiff due to stress? I immediately felt my muscles lock up when the warm water hit me and I rolled my shoulders back to try to massage some life back into my aching muscles.

I allowed the warm water to run down my back and over my fur. It pitter-pattered on my speedo and rolled down onto my legs and dripped onto the tiled floor. I gave a sigh of relaxation, allowing myself to be taken in by the water as it soaked my fur.

"Enjoying yourself?" A voice said behind me and the deep, Australian accent that hit my ears told me everything.

"Yeah. Just thought I would get acquainted with it."

"Hah, that's perfectly fine. Although I don't need it, I bought shampoo and conditioner for your fur. You wolves and your thick fur..."

I turned around, noticing he was still in his speedo as well. His bulge was prominent; probably more prominent than up in the tower. I raised an eyebrow at that and snatched the shampoo from his hands and gave two large, generous squirts on my paws.

"I'm not used to this climate. My skin dries out so quick."

"Yeah, I automatically recognized your accent. Are you from the Midwest?"

"Yeah. I'm from Wisconsin."

The croc nodded and moved closer towards me and more into the shower. The space was starting to get a little crammed. It looked like he had done this before though because he moved towards a specific corner of the cubicle and started to rub water into his scales. The green tinge that was already in his scales from swimming all day shined even more brilliantly when the fresh, saltless water washed away any debris that was left on them. A mixture of sand, sweat, and dirt began to move down his body and I wanted to reach forward and rub away the remaining stuff on his scales. Part of me wanted to do what the water was doing and run down his body and through his swimwear before ending down at his toes.

He was watching my eyes and gave a smirk.

"Seems my American boy is all distracted."

I blushed and started to lather up my grey fur. The coarse salt that filled my fur started to wash out and the shampoo added a nice softness to it. When I felt hands on my back, I nearly melted. Robert smiled contently as he started to rub my back and I whined softly.

"You seem tense. Have you ever showered with another guy before?" Robert asked casually as he started to rub down my back and my shoulders.

I shook my head, my heart starting to beat out of my chest. It felt as if it was right in my mouth.

He smiled and softly stroked across my shoulder. "That's okay. Why don't you tell me what brought you to Australia? After all, Americans don't usually come here for leisure."

I gave a chuckle and thought back for a moment. The time that I spent reminiscing took my mind off the fact that Robert's hands were starting to move lower towards my lumbar area. He pushed into one of the knots in my back which made me hiss out before giving a small moan.

Robert brought his body close right at that time and I felt his muscular body push up against mine. His speedo clad member brushed against my rump and I blushed. I quickly gathered my thoughts.

"W-well, I came down here to study marine life. I'm working on my bachelor's in marine biology and it so happens that Australia is really diverse..." I say with a sheepish smile at Robert who was grinning ear to ear.

"Oh? Well, I'm glad I saved you before I could welcome you to the continent," Robert said with that charming smile and his hands moved around my flank towards my pecs. He started to play with the muscle carefully. I was proud of the muscle that I developed from working back at the farm in Wisconsin and it seemed that Robert seemed to enjoy squeezing my pecs and digging his fingers into the sensitive muscle.

"Does that feel good?" he asked with a hot breath to his voice.

"Yeah..." I replied back and I did not fight him when his hands began to dip down to my abs and he started to use his palm to push into the high points and crevices to really dig into the sinew. My tongue rolled out of my muzzle and hot puffs of air tickled Robert's cheek. The crocodile still continued.

My body was reacting to the sensations of being touched and I was chubbing up in my speedo. My cock formed an outline at the front as if I stuffed a banana down the front of my swimwear and the tension from the material pulled it to the side.

Robert still was focused forward and just enjoying my soft fur against his scales. He kissed my neck sweetly and I did not protest. It felt so nice to be wrapped in such a warm embrace. The flight over to Australia brought with it jet lag and my body had felt its effects ever since I landed two days ago. It was nice to get that tension rubbed out of me.

He stepped away and to his amusement, my body started to lean back towards him. He braced me with his paws to stop me from falling backwards.

"Whoa there," he said with a smirk. He reached below, grabbing the conditioner and squirting it onto his paws. He rubbed them together and came back to me again. I huffed out as he started to rub me down again. He started out much more adventurous this time. Beginning at my shoulders, his hands slowly started to rub down and across my shoulders before making their way to my backside. His touch was so gentle that it felt like he was taking a small feather and lightly grazing my back.

"You still doing okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm feeling pretty good," I replied back as his hands went right down to my rump and he gave it a light squeeze. I jumped, my tail flicking back and forth and my ears perked up. He chuckled, continuing to rub across my rump and up near my tail. He brought his fingers up to the base and rubbed across the sensitive area where my tail connects to my lower back.

"Heh, I love how jumpy and shy you are. It's really cute," Robert said as he leaned forward and started to kiss up my neck. I sighed, the gesture gentle and soft. My legs started to shake as his hands began to move to my front and lightly rub the inside of my thighs. He felt across my lean muscle in my thighs and then moved towards my bulge in my speedo. He quickly moved away, his hands starting to move up to your waistband. He grabbed the top and pinched the rim of the waistband.

"You mind?"

I shook my head.

He gripped the waistband more and started to pull my speedo down. The material practically stuck to my body due to the water and the top of his knuckles grazed my balls. I blushed as he stripped me carefully, my naked body now on display for him and the water could now pour over my exposed body. Robert did the same with his own speedo and peeled it off, the whistle still around his neck and he pushed his body up close to mine.

I was panting openly now. I tilted my head up and leaned against him, the intimacy of the moment was warm and familiar. It reminded me of my ex and how we would find the strangest places to just be with one another. This was a lifeguard who I met probably an hour ago and now I was naked with him.

He wrapped around me and pulled me close. I could feel his groin up against my rump and his pulse light on my back. His claws started to lightly move through my fur and I gave a long huff of air. He watched me close, those beautiful eyes following me.

"You are so handsome," he said as his hands started to move to my hips. They were so close to my member that he should have just been rubbing it. I looked over my shoulder and his eyes were glittering. A small light above the shower turned on. The sunset was starting to disappear and lady night started to make her appearance.

"Thank you," I said softly. He gave a warm smile to me.

He leaned forward. His cheek brushed against mine and my ears flicked. I could feel his warm breath against mine. It was oddly comforting. Like I was right where I belonged and that fate had led me to this moment here. I craned my neck and scooted closer to him. His member brushed against my rump and he was getting hard. His maleness was sandwiched between my cheeks and I did not mind one bit. He was generous in both the length and girth department. I had an idle thought of how he managed to stuff it into his speedo.

"Do you mind if I also kiss you?"

He was so forward. I was surprised but at the same time, I knew this was coming. I moved until our lips brushed against one another. He smiled.

We kissed at that moment. He took control, using his powerful jaw to dominate the situation. I was at his mercy but he took it slow. His hand moved around my body, gripping one of my pecs and his other hand brushed across my abs. Heat flushed in my face and started to move between my legs. Our tongues slowly began to move into each other's muzzles. I grazed his sharp teeth, feeling the points of them and then explored his tongue. He turned me around that moment, the water coming out of the shower now at my back. His hands wrapped around my shoulders and our members were up and at the ready.

The bottom of our shafts rubbed against one another. The sensitive nerves sent small bursts of pleasure down my spine and my college-focused mind was starting to unravel into lust. Our kiss started to heat up and our lips smacked together. He started to lead me towards the wall of the shower, our lips colliding again and again. My tail started to wag and his hand on my abs moved behind to my rump and to grab my cheek possessively. When we finally broke the kiss, we were both a panting mess.

My tongue was rolled out of my head and I couldn't keep my eyes away from his. They were piercing and looked like the ocean. I could get lost in them forever. When they started to dip lower and began to look between my legs, I had another suspicion of what he had in mind.

"Let me know if I do anything that you don't want. I don't want to hurt you."

He kissed me on my forehead. Then he kissed my chest and next he kissed my abs. Finally, he made it to my cock. He grabbed it in his hands and my breath hitched. My legs quivered for a moment and I huffed out. I wasn't a virgin but any means, but it had been a while.

"Hey, I don't know how long I will last..."

He was kneeling now, the water spilling over his back. Although the warm water did not land on me, I did not feel cold in the slightest.

"This isn't for me. This part is for you."

Noted.

The intimacy was delicious. It was...different then my other hookups. It felt wrong to even call it a hookup. His lips made contact with the bridge above my crotch; the little V just before he got to my member. He gave that a light kiss too, his ocean blue eyes looking up at me and sparkling mischievously. He opened up his maw, nice and wide and I could see a nimble tongue in between sharp rows of teeth. The dangerous maw that I was about to plunge deep into added a thrill to it. A tingle went up my spine as he started to move closer to my shaft and in one fell swoop, he took me in and it was like my cock was enveloped in warm, living velvet.

I had to bring my index finger up to my muzzle to prevent myself from moaning out in case anyone was around and the croc just had that stupid grin as he started to sink deeper. At least there was nothing confusing about the look that he gave me. He was into the whole situation, too and his eyes watched my face closely. He slowly brought more of my cock into his muzzle. I lost sight of it at one point specifically because the whole thing was lodged inside of Robert's muzzle.

It felt so wonderful. The muscles that contracted and moved around my cock with expert precision knew just where to get me and in the moment I didn't feel Robert's hand by my own. The croc had grabbed my right hand and I looked down in time to see him squeeze the tips of my fingers gently before leading my hand over towards his head. He placed it gently on top and I blushed.

Taking control, I set the pace for him. I rolled my hips and groaned each time his flexible tongue licked across the bottom of my base. When I developed a fast enough pace, Robert grabbed my ass. He pushed me forward and I chuckled at his eagerness. He pulled me as close to his mouth as he possibly could and I was balls deep inside of his warm, wet muzzle. I heard him gag for a moment when I tickled his throat and then continued to move past it but he was a trooper. Being a lifeguard, he was used to tough situations and he seemed to take this one in stride.

We started to pick up the pace. The warm water that flowed down our bodies combined with the sexual pleasure I was receiving was starting to go to my head. Heat flushed across my body and my hips began to involuntarily flex. My hips bounced off his chin and my balls did the same. He was loving the treatment; moaning around my cock and stroking his own. I brought my paw forward, lightly playing with the base of his cock and feeling how thick he was. He was bigger than me by a longshot. At least eight inches of pure croc meat and I thanked my lucky stars that he did not want to shove it up my ass.

He started to suck harder and faster. I was along for the ride and barely kept up with his libido. Robert continued to moan, stroking his dick with more urgency and the vibration from his constant vocalizations rumbled up along my shaft. I was in ecstasy, my head leaned back and my tongue rolling out of my head. I brought the hand down to his left cheek and rubbed it affectionately and he nuzzled against my palm.

"I'm going to cum, Robert," I said quietly as he continued my thrusting. It was starting to get sloppy and all of a sudden I heard Robert's breath hitch and I looked down to see him shivering. The lifeguard must have gotten off on the fact that he was getting me over the edge and blew his load. Strings of white flew across the shower, splattering the floor and some even hitting the wall behind me. I could see his balls dancing between his legs; flexing before relaxing with each heavy shot of cream.

I lost it. I groaned out, probably a bit too loud for my own good, and climaxed straight into his open mouth. The load went right down his throat and he took it like a champ. I watched his throat muscles work as he took it all without a second thought. My eyes were wide with surprise when he pulled off of my cock and he let the last few shots hit him in the face and then he allowed the shower water to wash away any leftover evidence.

When he was finished, he swallowed the last of my load and he stood up. I realized how small I was now that my arousal was gone but he had that dopey smile on his face and he wrapped his arms around me into a big hug. I jumped for a moment, but quickly relaxed into it and allowed myself to be taken in the embrace.

He looked at me for a moment, a soft smile on his lips before he leaned forward without a word and kissed me passionately. I could kiss my offering on his lips and my tail wagged behind me as his lips pushed against my own for a moment before he pulled away. He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the middle of the shower where we continued to make out underneath the stream of water.

When the moon was high and the sky, we decided to call it. We stepped out, dripping wet and we cheekily pulled on our speedos.

"So, still want something to eat? I didn't think we would take that long but..."

He blushed, a coy smile on his lips. I chuckled.

"How about we skip that and you can stay over at my place?"

He grabbed my hand and clutched it tight in his. "I'd like that."

We made our way out to the parking lot and I was excited for what the night was going to bring. Who knew that a brush with death could bring me such pleasure? I had a content smile as we walked together and I looked up at his ocean blue eyes. He seemed so determined. I knew that this one would be a keeper. Who knows, maybe next time I can blow his whistle....