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  Drew looked down onto Zeak's body. The object of his desire for the last three years was now under him, his beautiful dark blue scales faded with a gradient down his chest to Crisp, clean, white. Zeak's face was flush, he was embarrassed; it was his first time ever with another guy, but Drew knew what he was doing. He leaned over Zeak's naked body and whispered softly into his ear,

      "we can take this as slow as you want to, I won't rush you."

      When he pulled his head back he lightly kissed Zeak.  Zeak blushed then looked away.

      "Ok if you say so. Can we switch spots,  ya' know, so I can be on top?"

      Drew smiled as he moved back moved back and helped Zeak stand up. He then took the place where Zeak was laying only moments ago, his scent was still lingering on the bed sheets. Now it was Zeaks turn to look down and admire his soon to be lover's body. Drew was strong; you could see is muscles under his ash gray fur. His biceps where bulging. Zeak's eyes began to wander further south, Drew's phallus was throbbing. He looked away quickly.

      Drew brought his hand to and softly stroked Zeak's face" You go when you're ready."

      Zeak was afraid, he had toyed his hole many times before, but this would be the first time anything fleshy and throbbing penetrated him. He raised himself over Drew's erect Phallus and slowly began to lower himself onto it.

      Drew shot himself upright in his bed, his breathing was hard and he was in a cold sweat. "Ah, fuck me! Another dream. "

      He looked at his sheets seeing the tent his night time fantasies had pitched him." Now I need a shower."

      He threw his covers off and stripped his clothes away, walking into his bathroom to cool off. It was true though even his dreams knew it and were trying to tell him. He knew he was gay and sure he accepted himself for it, but Zeak just wasn't ready to take himself over the edge. He stepped into the shower; the cool water running over his head, down his back, reducing his size. he began to plan what he would do with his Friday.  "I suppose I could go to the mall and talk with Reba; she's always given me good advice about what to do."

      Rebecca was Zeak's good time friend, and she just happened to work at Zeak's favorite store.

      Drew was walking around the mall, looking at the stores, he found Becca's store he made his way to the entrance.

      Silently he stalked past the front sign and crept around the aisle looking for Becca.He walked up to the counter unseen.  "Miss I would like to ask about the Special, for today."

      Rebecca turned around and eyed Drew. She pointed to the back where the dressing rooms were, "Sir I can help you in a minute" batting her eyes at him in a Seductive glance.

      Drew walked into the back of the store and found an empty dressing room and waited for Becca.  He pulled off his shirt and unhooked his pant buckle.

      "I'm taking my lunch break now!" She called hollowly in the store. Then crept over to the dressing room where her Stud, Drew, was waiting for her eagerly.

      Becca had barley gotten the door open before Drew pulled her in shut the door, and lifted her into the air, slid her panties to the side and dropped  her gracefully onto his member. She was taken by mild surprise but Drew liked to be spontaneous and a little rough when in public. She began to undress herself while drew set to work.

      Drew thrust forward again, Becca let out a soft moan. He placed his hand over her mouth.

      "Shut up, if your manager finds us having sex in the dressing rooms again you'll get fired. And I don't think that 'I was helping him see how low friction these panties are' will work again."

      Drew began to pump his hips again, as Becca moved hers in unison. Each thrust, stirred his insides building pleasure. Each pull back removed the filling her loins so desperately desired to be there. He brought his arms up in the small room. One, he reached forward as he cupped Becca's breasts; the other brought their faces together as they kissed. Drew could the tremors along her spine, she was nearing her end. Drew wasn't even close to reaching his limits, as a precaution he covered Becca's mouth; she wasn't always the most silent one during an orgasm. With one great thrust Drew bottomed out and Becca snaked her legs around his muscular body, gripping him tightly at his hips, pulling him in as her dripping sex clamped down onto his erect member. Drew cradled Becca in his arms while she regained herself

      "Ah Drew sweetie, you're no fun. Sex in public not doing it for you anymore?"

      Drew began to lift Becca off his stiff cock, while she insisted on talking.

      "I remember a time when you were a virgin and would never outlast me," She began to run her hands through his chest fur and traced her finger around one of his nipples.

      " We used to get tied together for hours." When he set her down ,she turned her back on him as if insulted. "Hmff"

      He sighed shallowly, bringing his hand to rest  on her shoulder. "Yeah well those were great times, but I guess having sex with you everyday could have made me better."  He had a small grin while she turned back and played with his chest "Hey Becca? How would you feel if I wanted to add another person to my nightly lay-out?"

      Her eyes narrowed and she pinched Drew's nipple with her claws out "If you're sleeping with another woman you won't have a dick to touch yourself at night with."

      Drew was biting his knuckles furiously hoping Becca would let his tender nipples go soon. "Not a girl" he said between fingers and teeth. "Now let go you crazy bitch."

      "Oh! I love it when you talk dirty. But I see where you're going with this; it's that dragon dude right? Zeak I think." She released her grip on his nipple, and licked up the small trickle of blood that came forth from it. "You won't need to try too hard he comes to the store a lot and I think he likes you." She nudged her elbow into his ribs

      Drew brought a finger to Becca's lips shushing her. He kissed her tenderly "I think you need to get some clothes on and get back to your resister, your 'lunch' break is almost over."

      "It wasn't a very good one Andrew, im still hungry." He gave her another quick kiss, and pulled his shirt back on. Drew poked his head out of the dressing room door, saw that the coast was clear and left Becca to finish getting dressed again.

      While Becca was putting her clothes back on she sniffed the air, it reeked of sex. 'I am going to have to spray something in here, before I go' she thought. After she finished cleaning the room she left and resumed her post at the front register.

      Drew was leaving the store when he bumped into Zeak.

      "Watch it. Oh hey you're that dragon..." he paused for a second then the name came to him, although he knew it all along. "Zeak, right?"

      Zeak stood there for a moment, he was looking at drew, the one person in the world he wanted more than anything else. He tried to speak but could only manage, "Yeah" to answer the question. He had so many things he wanted to say but, he could never form the words. Things like 'I love you' or to just kiss his then and there. But he could not bring himself to do any of it, only "yeah".

      "Hey Zeak, over here!"  Becca called Stumbling out of the back of the store to Zeak as he walked past drew.

      He walked over, being gay was no problem for Zeak. He loved shopping for clothes and didn't mind that he shopped at a girl's clothing store. It was talking with and hitting on other guys, this is what he was unsure of himself about.

      "Well hello Reba, how's work?" he leaned on the counter making small talk.

      Her face was still flushed from the sex earlier. "Oh it's great, so I saw you talking with Drew." She nudged an elbow in Zeak's direction. "You going to ask him out or what?"

      Zeak blushed and looked away. "You saw that did you?  You know I'm too shy to ask him out. But your right, he is smoking hot." He found drew's form walking away in the mall and eyed his, what he hoped was, firm muscular wolf butt. When he looked back Reba had leaned in closer to him. Their faces almost touching

      "I'm throwing a party this weekend, and Drew is a randy drunk." She raised her eyebrows and nudged him some more. "You can throw out; a mercy lay if you want."

      "Reba, what the hell, you're at work. And I might think about it, not the drunken sex, but coming to your party in general. Ok, so, what's new in the store? Anything I might like?"

      They talked more and when the day ended, everyone went home to think about what was going to happen this weekend.

      His routine was almost over; he had just finished his push up set. He rolled over and lay onto his back to do some sit-ups.

      Drew was finishing his nightly workouts, and as he sat at his computer desk, towel around his neck, forehead glistening sweat, he opened the internet and began a chat with Becca.

      Rebecca was sitting at her computer desk, when suddenly she got an IM from Drew. She just happened to be talking with Zeak as well.  'So Zeak what are you up to right now? Well can you guess who I'm talking to right now?  Want me to bring your name up? Well I'm going to anyway.' Things went on like this for a couple of hours, but Rebecca grew tired of playing devil's advocate, creating sexual tension.

      The conversation was heated and she could feel the ember growing in her loins. She finished her chat with Zeak and drew and carted herself off to bed where she would extinguish the smolder that grew in her loins during her moist chat with the boys.

      She striped off her increasingly wet panties, and unhooked her bra. As she crawled into bed, the soft silky sheets, caressing her curves, she drooped over the edge and fished her night time box out from under her bed. She opened her treasure trove and looked down and her prizes.  She had many toys and vibratos; among them she had it, her most prized toy of them all.

      The toy in question cost her, a large sum of money, because it was a custom job, and Drew doesn't like to sit around. She got the box containing a hard silicon replica of Drew's erect member, complete with vibrator, and suction cup.

      It must have been an odd situation for the model maker she hired to cover Drews' penis in the blue goo, and plaster bandages. Even odder still when he was done he asked Drew, if he could keep it and give him a percent of this models sales. Â

      Rebecca removed the toy from its box, and laid back onto her bed, with her legs spread, her hot fluids coating her legs and dripping onto her bed. She began to rub the toy across her moist slit then stopped. "Eh, I had sex with drew 5 times today." She set the toy back in its box and put it under the bed. "Don't want to be greedy."  She said with a smirk.

      With her hands she began to knead her breasts, then slowly her right hand began to worm its way down to her dripping sex. She gently rubbed the outer layers with two fingers, working up a good slick before she plunged two fingers into her aching core. Her other hand found its way down to meets its partner.  She played with her clit, working with her right hand more, diving her fingers deeper into her crevice.  Her sex burned for the feeling of a real man, but she silenced it, curling her fingers, stroking her G-spot.

      Now immersed with her right hand, her left hand began to act on its own kneading just over the top of her vagina, every now and then she would rub against her clitoris, sending tremors down her spine, and could feel the clamp of her inner walls as she approached her climax. Every so slightly she extended a single claw on each finger just enough to touch her G-spot and clit simultaneously, sending the quake rippling through her body. She mewed loudly as she hit her climax.

      The fluids rushed over her hand and her walls griped her fingers and pushed them out, her legs stiffened and laid out as she peaked and let the feeling consume her. She extended one of her claws and began to trace around her nipple thinking of the events, both of that night and of this weekend.  It was a glorious night but the weekend would was sure to more entertaining.

      Zeak never had plans at night he mainly did what he wanted and tried to stave off thoughts of other men. But tonight he needed advice from Reba; he was too overtaken with the store new stock that, he had forgotten to talk about what he wanted. He found her on AIM and proceeded to extract what he wanted, but was bombarded by some questions of Reba's. 'Nothing, I'm talking to you because I have questions. I don't know who? No Reba, please don't. Damn it! Why even ask if you didn't care what my answer was?'

      As the evening progressed Zeak found no help from Reba she was too busy attempting to hook them up then listen to his problems. He had no clue what Drew was saying, he could guess it was something seedy, base on how Reba was acting though.  He made some sexual comments of his own, some including what he wanted to do to Drew. He could never say those kinds of thing directly to Drew but somehow he felt safe talking about it with Reba. It was late and Reba left to "handle something" as she so bluntly put.

      Zeak figured he would do the same, no use waking up from another dream, with a Dream assisted tent pitched. He stood up from his computer and stretched his arms and wings out, as far as he could.  On the way to his bed he made a scheduled stop at his closest, where he fished out a bottle of lube and one of the few toys he had. He shed his boxers and jumped into bed.

      Staring at his smooth crotch, he began to think of erotic thoughts, to try and lift his member from its' hiding place. As he phallus crept out of its' sheath and stood at attention, he slicked up the toy he planned to use that night. He eased the toy into his tail end, with his right rand. With the left he gripped is erect member and sets to work alternating between hands; one in, one out.

      His thoughts wandered to Drew, his average height, muscular physique, and possibly his huge throbbing member. Masturbating was so boring to him, up and down, up and down, and with the other back and forth, back and forth; it was so methodical it hurt. Maybe he didn't have enough lube.

      It was all the same stimulate the prostate and rub the tip of the glans and down the shaft, repeat, until climax is reached, where is the spice where was the trying new things. Sometimes he wished he was a girl so he could be exotic when he masturbated, but no he had a penis and was restricted to the same boring routine. He finished off his evening, toy in ass, phallus in hand, and ejaculate on his now glistening scales, satisfied. The only thing that he could not wait for was the weekend, and the potential for having sex with Drew.