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There was nothing like a good camping trip. Getting back to the wild, away from the busy chaos of city life, restful and relaxing (if you knew what you were doing), communing with nature. Even in the modern world, many still seek the relief of such a trip, though even this is becoming increasingly modernized. Still, there's a place for those who seek true release.

Krel and Shane were two such people. Their style of camping was far from modern - no modern conveniences, just a tent and some basic gear. They didn't go to any big campground either, they went to their own refuge, spots in the wild unclaimed by anyone. This time around, they found a little place near a stream, out of the way, a good couple hours of hiking away from where they parked the car, which itself was quite a ways from any road. THIS was getting away, and they relished it, just a chance for some quality time together.

They set up their tent near the stream, practiced hands quickly erecting it and securing it in the ground. It wasn't needed for now, the weather was fine and they would only require shelter in the evenings. Then they set to getting things organized at the site, setting up a pit for a fire and gathering some wood and detritus for lighting it, as well as getting their stuff set up around, standing torches for extra light when the sun went down, repellant to keep the bugs away, little touches to improve the experience. It took a little while, but they weren't worried about time - that was one of the things they were getting away from.

Soon enough everything was set up, and they looked upon their little home away from everything with approval. “Another fine job, Shane...we should be in good shape here. I think we've got ourselves a nice spot for the week, don't you?"

“Yeah, I think you're right, Dad. It's gonna be lots of fun."

One would be forgiven for their surprise that the two would be father and son, given that Krel was an eight-foot-tall, red-scaled dragon, while Shane was a shorter, dark-haired and fair-skinned human. But that was how it was nonetheless - Krel and his wife Ilina had adopted Shane when he was only two years old, after his parents died in a plane crash. Ilina had known Shane's grandmother, the only living relative in the country, and she was in poor health and unable to care for him. The dragon couple had never intended to have kids, but after a long discussion and a lot of soul-searching, they had decided to take Shane in, and raised him as they would any child of their own.

For Shane, life with dragons had turned out to be rather interesting. He'd gotten a reputation rather quickly in school, his obvious adopted status becoming a source of interest for some, ridicule for others. It hadn't always been easy, but fortunately, having dragons for parents made one somewhat tougher - they encouraged physical fitness and standing one's ground even when it wasn't supposed to be allowed. Shane had his share of fights from jerks who didn't like him for no good reason, and though the school wasn't happy about it, he always privately got some praise from Krel for not letting himself be pushed around. Unable to really remember his biological parents, he often said he couldn't ask for any better parents than what he had.

As the minutes and hours passed, they whiled away the time enjoying themselves in relaxing fashion. Dipping into the stream, sunning themselves on the grass, a bit of time reading...at one point, Krel brought out a special knife for Shane and guided him through some whittling, showing him some techniques and getting him started on a simple wood figurine. It was one of Krel's hobbies and Shane had often been fascinated by it, but they hadn't had a lot of opportunities to really practice it lately. By the time they were done with the trip, Shane hoped he would have a new figure of his own, as well as one or two from his dad.

Dinner came as the sun started to make its way down, hot dogs cooked over a campfire. Krel had ambition to hunt down a deer for them during the trip, and they were planning on doing some foraging for wild berries or such, but for now they ate what they had with them, hot dogs and chips and canned fruit, things that would keep for a while. Experienced campers both of them, they were well-prepared for a week-long trip, and ready to take a brief trip into town if they needed anything more.

As the light faded, the torches were lit, and they kept the fire roaring. It was a nice, warm night, so the warmth wasn't overly necessary for them, but the light it provided was perfect for the ambience of the evening. They watched the sky as the sun fell, enjoying the bright colors cast overhead, a show that was more satisfying than any TV program they could think of. The slight streaks of clouds only added to the splendor, creating extra streaks of brightness against the pinks and oranges of the sky.

“You enjoying your 18th birthday so far, Shane?" Krel asked, trying to make it sound like idle conversation but unable to hide the hint of intent contained within.

Not that Shane needed it hidden. “Yeah, Dad…it's the best birthday I can remember. Not that you haven't given me a lot of good ones...but this is just great."

“Great already, huh? I think it can get better, though."

The boy blushed a bit. “Yeah...if you're thinking what I am...yeah, that'll make it even better."

“Oh, you know I am." Krel stood up and shed his shorts, leaving him completely nude. His slit started to part, showing his growing shaft to the boy, who felt his heartbeat quicken as he gazed upon it. Krel stepped over to him, towering over the boy as he too felt himself get more excited. “Get your shorts off, boy...you knew what was going to happen when I told you to pack light on clothes, didn't you?"

“Yes sir…" Shane hastened to strip off his own shorts and underwear, unveiling an erection which had been at full mast for at least a little bit. Krel licked his lips a bit as he saw it, enjoying Shane's arousal quite a bit, the scent of it on the air fully now. His own cock was growing steadily, eclipsing Shane's by a large amount, maxing out at over thrice the human's length and girth, complete with a thick knot at the base. Before the night was over, Shane would know every inch of it intimately.

How long they'd been waiting for this...ever since Shane was fourteen, and he caught the boy looking at some sexual materials. At the time, he'd just expected to have to have a mature talk with Shane about his sexuality and what he would or wouldn't have to worry about with them...until he'd seen some of the stuff that Shane was keeping from him. Among other things, there were pictures and stories of him and Shane together in the most carnal way, some of which strayed into pretty kinky territory. Needless to say, it had been quite a shock...and, strangely, somewhat alluring.

He hadn't exactly been pining after the boy, but then again, Shane had only recently really started growing into his sexual maturity, and it was like a switch flipped when Krel got those ideas of Shane's into his head combined with the knowledge of his approaching adulthood. It led to him putting off the talk until he could process everything. Ilina wasn't much help, she simply laughed and told him good luck. Not that he expected much, she didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the idea of the two of them together - dragons had rather greater openness about sexuality, and had fewer taboos than others.

Eventually, he and Shane were able to come together and explain their recognized feelings for each other. But Krel had nonetheless forced them to wait; though adopted, Shane was still legally his son and a minor, and anything they did then would be very much against the law regardless of whether they both consented. Even if no one found out about it until Shane was of age, the illegality would carry over. And the last thing any of them wanted was that sort of scandal on their records.

So they had been forced to simply endure, for years. It was hardly an easy task, especially since Shane never stopped producing materials of the two of them, which very frequently 'fell' into Krel's possession. Eventually they'd progressed to putting on little shows for each other, one of them pleasuring themselves teasingly while the other watched, never touching but always enjoying. This, at least, wouldn't cross any legal lines, so they indulged in it whenever the occasion offered. It was enjoyable, but there was always an undercurrent of unsatisfied need, the desire for more…

But today, things were different. Shane turned 18 today, and was now a legal adult. And though he was still officially Krel's son, he was of the age where he could legally consent to such activities even under those circumstances. Now, no matter what they did, the law wouldn't touch them, and they were free to do as they pleased. And they were going to do quite a bit, both of them knew for sure.

Shane settled on his knees in front of his father, the big dragon cock right in front of his face. He didn't need any prompting at this point, he'd been salivating over the prospect of getting it in his mouth for years and now that he wasn't being denied, his restraint was rather lacking. His mouth opened, taking the tip of it inside, his tongue licked around the slit at the end. His hands came up to rub the rest of that massive cock, massaging it all over from the base of the knot up to the flesh beneath his lips. There wasn't a prayer of taking in more than what he had in his mouth, but Shane didn't care, this wasn't the part that mattered most anyway. Right now he just wanted to savor the thick, musky flavor of dragon that danced on his tongue as he slurped up the taste of his cockflesh and pre.

Krel growled appreciatively, putting a clawed hand on his son's head. It wasn't the most sensational oral stimulation he'd ever had, but it was the knowledge of who it was that was getting him going the most here. His other hand stroked Shane's shoulder and back, almost petting him as he enjoyed the human's mouth.

Much as he loved what he was doing, Shane felt his jaw getting a bit sore rather quickly; it was more than he was designed to handle, even that little bit. He contented himself with taking his mouth off the tip of the cock and instead lavishing attention on the rest of the length with his tongue, licking with long strokes from the knot up to the tip. He kept rubbing as much of the other parts of the cock with his hands, trying to keep as much of the staff occupied as he could.

“That's right...lick it over, my little bitch of a son...get it nice and wet, that's all you'll get for when I claim your ass." The raunchy, forceful language was a nice little bonus from Krel, he knew from the stories Shane had written that he liked the air of dominance and power that Krel could produce, and he was making sure his son got him just the way he wanted for his birthday treat. Indeed, he could feel his son shiver under his hand, that little chill that spoke of such desire and eagerness. He'd need to practice that more, it wasn't something he employed often with Ilina.

The youth ministered to Krel's cock lovingly, almost slavishly, not stopping until every inch of it had been thoroughly licked by his tongue, wet with his saliva in preparation for what was coming. Finally Shane pulled back, eyes still locked on the beast in admiration. “It's so...wonderfully big…" It wasn't the first time Shane had seen it, but he always marveled at its size; tonight, he intended to do far more than marvel.

“I noticed you've been practicing…" Krel rumbled teasingly. “When you were preparing, did you ever reach this size?"

Shane blushed a bit; his activities had long been less than a complete secret from his adoptive father, but that didn't make it feel much less embarrassing to have it pointed out. “N-no, I didn't let myself...I wanted to make it easier, but I wanted you to be the biggest I've ever had. I want it to be like nothing I've ever felt…"

Krel growled approvingly; he very much liked the sound of that. “That you shall, and you shall feel it all, just as you should." He stepped forward, grabbing Shane and pushing him onto the ground, allowing himself to get a little rougher with the boy. In days before, he had worried about harming Shane accidentally through his actions, since there was the species difference between them; however, he had promised himself and Shane that he would treat him like a dragon, hold him to the same respect and same standards, and he wasn't about to stop now. He would have Shane as a dragon, rut him forcefully, tie him and flood him with his seed. That was what they both wanted.

For his part, Shane felt no trepidation, no concern. He'd made sure he could handle his father's massive size without trouble - though he hadn't ever used a toy that big, he'd made sure his hole could stretch wide enough to take something as big as the dragon's knot without tearing. It had been months of preparation, of special treatments designed to properly loosen him up and make himself more amenable...all for that moment when it all came to fruition. And having Krel get a little rough with him...well, there was a reason so many of his stories had those kinds of themes in them.

Now Krel descended on him, his body looming imposingly over his adopted son as he dropped down, his hands pushing the boy's legs apart. Shane eased back, letting the big dragon put him just how he wanted him, his hands clutching the grass as he waiting eagerly for his birthday gift. He could feel that huge cock nestle up against his crack, sliding along it and wetting it up with his natural slickness as he tried to catch that waiting hole. A moment later it did, and Shane felt the tiniest bit slip in, pushing him open just the barest bit to hold him in place.

“I'm ready, Shane...if you want me to hold back, now's the time to say it."

The human shook his head, heart pounding. “Not even a little dad...take me like a dragon, please."

Krel needed no further assurance, that was what he wanted to do anyway. He shifted, bracing his hands on the ground around Shane and shifting his legs back to give himself the proper force. Once in place, he readied himself and pushed, forcing his cock into his son's ass for the first time. It wasn't quite ramming speed, but it was pretty fast and relentless, his sheer power ensuring nothing would hold him back, and he didn't stop pushing until his knot was pressed up near that ring. A pleasured growl escaped his clenched jaw; it was definitely the tightest thing he'd had wrapped around him in a long time. “How's that feel? Are you all right?"

“Ngh...yeah, just...gimme a bit…" Shane panted out. Practiced and prepped as he was, it was still the largest thing he'd ever taken, and his body simply wasn't willing to go further without some time to adjust. Still, he wouldn't have traded it for anything, it felt incredible, even if not fully pleasurable just yet...this was more a psychological pleasure, the satisfaction of finally having the one he desired claiming him the way he always wanted. He definitely wanted more, wanted him to show him the true power of a dragon and leave him dazzled.

After a minute of rest, Shane gave his father a nod, and the dragon went to work. Drawing himself out and pushing back in quickly, he started moving at a brisk pace, his natural fluids and his steady leak of precum making sliding through that passage easier with every thrust. His body rumbled, deep growls and grunts masking the quiet, breathy moans of the human underneath him. Goddamn, Shane felt fantastic around his cock, his ass clung to him like it needed his presence inside him, trying to keep him from coming out and clenching down firmly every time he drove in. Slowly he sped himself up, driving in more forcefully than ever before.

“Guh...f-fuck, dad…" Shane's back arched and he pushed slightly into that big dragon dick. Now he was fully into it, fully in the throes of pleasure from Krel's humping; his body had adjusted and spikes came through him on every thrust, especially with the jolt to his prostate every time. His fists clenched in the grass reflexively, pulling some of it up every now and then before grabbing another fistful. “That's...so good...please, more, I need it so bad…"

“You got it…" Krel suddenly pumped it up, harshly plunging into Shane's rear with amplified speed and force, his fingers and toes digging into the ground to bolster his purchase. The feelings in his cock were amazing, but nothing was better than hearing the moans and pleas of his son underneath him, that sexy temptation that had had him in its grips for nearly four years. The realization of that was driving his heartbeat so much faster than it had for any other sexual encounter since...it reminded him of the early days of his romance with Ilina, when the passion was fierce and they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Not that things were bland between them, but they'd settled in and their passion had turned into a stable love. This, this was fresh and new and exciting, especially after the long wait.

How true as well for Shane, who was getting off just as much to the dominant growls of his father as the pounding cock in his ass. Nothing else he'd done had ever compared...he'd had a few sexual encounters with classmates, but those were flings that mainly just served to sate their typical teenage horniness. Not undesirable, but none of them were what he had truly been wanting...Krel, he wanted badly. And all of him as well. “Dad, I'm...I'm getting...close...please, give me your knot!" He could feel his body shaking, trying to hold back the coming storm and nearing failure...but he wanted to feel that knot inside him before he came, that huge bulge that would seal the deal between them.

It was quick for Krel, but he expected that, his son was less experienced with something like this. Fortunately for him, he could pretty much end it as early or late as he wanted...getting his knot inside would bring him to the limit very quickly. So he pushed it to the limit, driving in as hard as he could, slamming his knot against that tight hole and feeling it start to give under his efforts. This had been the part he'd been most worried about beforehand, but in the heat of the moment he wasn't holding anything back, hammering himself into Shane with abandon and forcing that hole to accept him. Slowly that ring loosened, until with one almighty thrust, he forced that thick knob of flesh inside Shane, the human letting out a loud cry as he felt himself spread beyond anything he'd ever felt before, beyond anything he'd ever dared.

Almost in tandem they hit their climaxes, Krel's roar mixing with Shane's cry as they both began unloading. Shane's first shots were the fiercest he'd ever had, his spurts launching straight up from his cock and splattering against Krel's stomach before the rest of them just unloaded over him, giving them both a painting of seed. But his were nothing compared to what was filling him now, a hefty draconic load sealed in by that huge knot, surging deep into his bowls and anointing them with a warmth and pressure eclipsing any other he'd ever had. He squirmed around a bit on that knot, clenching a bit and trying to force more out of his father. “Aaah...that feels so good, dad…"

“Fuck yeah…take it all, boy…you'll finally smell like a real male dragon..." Pent up as he was, Krel knew he had plenty to offer, but he could swear this was the biggest load he'd ever shot. Each shot was joined with such a wonderful tingle down his shaft, and he only encouraged Shane to keep draining him, let him feel that over and over. When it finally ended, he was almost surprised that Shane didn't have a lump where all his load was laying.

Both of them were panting hard after their respective peaks ebbed away. Krel's knot was going to last a while, he knew, so he wrapped his arms around Shane, lifting him up and holding him close as he rolled over on his side. His son's arms joined him, encircling as much of his as they could and keeping them mutually in contact. The human's face met the dragon's muzzle, and they locked lips in a deep, passionate kiss, Krel's tongue easily overpowering Shane's and taking the dominant role, not that Shane had any problem with that at all. Soon they broke apart, giddy, slightly weary grins plastered on each of their faces.

“Dad, that was...fucking amazing."

“Heh, glad we agree." Krel held Shane tight, nuzzling him along with his embrace. “It was worth waiting until you were of age...now we can do this whenever we want, without worry." He snickered quietly. “And now that we can...perhaps we should start acting out some of those stories of yours."

“Yeah...and maybe you'll inspire some new ones, too. I can't wait."