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I grew up on a dragon farm. It's a bit of a silly-sounding name for a noble institution; my family were, and still are, in charge of providing dragon mounts for the nearby cities. I suppose that counts as a type of farm, but we were really more of a breeding institution rather than a farm, trying to keep the dragon bloodlines healthy and strong, while suitable for usage as a mount. Our farm was in a natural dragon habitat, consisting of a cliffside with many caves for them to sleep in, and the massive plains underneath it. As I mentioned before, we were really less of a traditional farm and more... something else. Such mighty beasts couldn't really be forcibly kept in a corral like, say, horses. Instead, being almost as intelligent as us humanoids, we played to their vices; we kept them well fed and comfortable, with plenty of opportunities for sex, luxuries they wouldn't have outside of our care. That's what kept them here, and willing to let us sell their young as mounts when they were old enough. Of course, over the generations they had grown tamer than their ancestors, too. The ones too spirited or fierce to be properly kept in check by what we offered were let go, as we only wanted the calm, submissive ones, and we wanted them as eloquent as possible; the best ones could speak about relatively complicated topics, although not on the same level of abstractness as we can. Still, a properly raised mount could warn its rider of danger, or be given commands.

Growing up in a place like that was strange. I first learned about sex when I watched one of our studs mount one of the "hens", as we called them. Even though at that age I had no idea what was happening, watching his enormous cock plunging in and out of her willing body, their climactic roars... it seared itself into my memory, and as I reached puberty, it became something I had to repress; it was extremely taboo for dragon breeders to mate with their dragons themselves, although there were plenty of stories of it happening. What made it worse is that my fixation was more on the males, and being male myself, that was even more frowned upon.

When I went to school, the few times anyone tried to bully me they'd focus on that, the negative stereotype of a redneck breeder fucking his own animals. "Dragon fucker," they called me. Granted, none of that really went anywhere, as a wolf I was strong enough to stand my ground and when necessary, crack some skulls, but it shows how pervasive that attitude was. Yet, when I discovered masturbation, it was those images that would intrude into my fantasies, with it being me underneath one of the dragons, getting bred. Of course, that wasn't really possible since we were both males, but no matter how much I fought to be normal, I couldn't do it. Instead, my obsession became stronger, no matter how much I wanted to be normal and interested in girls of my own species.

That left me rather lonely in those formative years. With no interest in girls, and not a lot of gay men (at least not openly gay ones) I was left outside when everyone else was flirting with each other and experimenting with sex. Instead, despite the burning guilt I was feeling inside me, I'd sneak off to watch the dragons play and I'd fantasize about being one of them. Or at least an egg-filled breeding slut for one.

Truth be told, I never did understand the taboo, and that's not something I say out of bias: the dragons were, as I said earlier, almost as intelligent as humanoids. It seemed as if it the only reason we weren't allowed to get involved with them romantically was tradition, or xenophobia, fear of that which is different from yourself. Perhaps it was a leftover rule from some darker times, when dragons would eat our kind, back before we developed enough technology to tame the beasts. As things were now, I couldn't understand why such practices were frowned upon. I did still feel ashamed of such urges, however. Luckily, it'd probably never happen. Or so I thought, anyway.

As I grew older I discovered the Internet. It didn't take long for me to get taken in by rather unsavoury communities. It turned out that there were whole anonymous message boards with the same kinds of fantasies that I had. Of course, discovering these, and tons of videos, art, and stories about mating with your dragons more or less destroyed any hope I had of relative normality, but the first, second, and third times clicking on videos of gay dragons mounting each other brought with them feverish masturbation and mind-shattering climaxes. Well, they still do.

Such discoveries, given my raging hormones at the time, of course prompted me to ask the question of whether or not we had any gay or perhaps bisexual dragons on our farm. I'd never seen one, but I resolved to watch them more, sneaking out at night when my parents were sleeping or away.

Of course, my new online friends had all kinds of suggestions. Smear myself with the scent of a female dragon in heat. Suck one of them until I had conditioned him to want to mount me. While pleasant fantasies, they didn't really gel with mine. I didn't want to trick them into mating with me, much less force them to. I wanted one to claim me out of his own free will, willingly deciding to rut with me, hopefully forever.

What I had noticed during my nightly excursions was that some of them studs were hesitant at best about fulfilling the desires of the females. One in particular wouldn't do it at all, and I figured he - "Scorch" as we had named him, was my best chance. Of course, this brought with it overwhelming nervousness. How would I even approach him? How would I best show what I wanted to do to a beast that barely could speak with me? What if I offended him? And worst of all, what if I got caught? I knew I'd be instantly disowned by my parents, but the forbidden fruit is all the more tempting.

Still, I didn't find the courage to do it back then. Instead, I had to be content with simply getting off to these deviant desires in the safety of my own room, out of sight. Scorch was a beautiful dragon, with iridescent blue scales that took on an unearthly glow when any light reflected off them. Him and his thick, ridged cock - I'd never seen it, but I had seen other dragons' and assumed his was similar - featured in many of my fantasies.

Of course, fate wouldn't let me stop there. One day, I found a post by someone complaining how after letting a dragon take him, his belly had swelled despite being a normal male like myself. That wasn't possible, most people replied, but soon enough word slipped out and all kinds of newspapers reported on it; being fairly magical creatures, there was apparently a very rare chance that male dragons could impregnate other males. Of course, the headlines weren't exactly scientific. Speculative at best, really, overly sensationalist, and all too eager to condemn such practices as extremely degenerate and perverted, as a threat to the morality of our young, and politicans even talked about making it outright illegal.

This obviously turned me on beyond measure. Just the idea made me salivate as I rubbed my knotted cock raw. I didn't quite believe it was possible, but say it was; what were the chances of it happening to me? Did I actually want it? The idea of being full of a dragon's eggs was like an aphrodisiac injected straight into my veins, but would reality be as pleasurable as the fantasy? Should it happen, I'd definitely have no chance to hide it, and be left with no other options than to escape with whichever drake had bred me, and live far away from civilization. Not that we lived close to civilization as it was, our farm was in the middle of nowhere, well outside of city limits, just not far enough that we'd be completely alone.

So far, I hadn't seen Scorch show any interest in the females. To be fair, he hadn't show any interest in the males either, but that might be because he knew they wouldn't like it. I could ask him, of course; that was the benefit of raising dragons instead of other animals, their capacity to understand and produce speech, at least to some degree. Smart enough to talk, lazy enough to be okay with lives as mounts and breeders; at least our variety was like that. There was a problem with "just asking him", though, namely that he might be offended if I asked, or he might suspect that we were trying to get rid of him since he wouldn't produce any offspring. I could _show_him what I wanted, but then, if it wasn't to his liking, I risked an irritated bite, or worse yet, he could tell my parents if he was offended enough.

As summer drew near, my parents had an announcement to make. They told me they were planning a vacation with just the two of them, leaving me to watch the farm. It was something about me having to learn how to take care of the family business, but I barely heard of any of that, focusing on pretending to be slightly annoyed, so as to not cause any suspicion. What would be more suspicious than a teenager eager to work?

Of course, I did plan to work, but you already know what the more exciting prospect was. The two weeks before their - and my - vacation started, I could barely contain myself. Even if nothing came of it, I'd at least be able to get much closer to our dragons than normal. Given that it was probably the only chance I'd have for an entire year, I realized it was now or never, consequences be damned.

Time slowed to a crawl, but eventually, it was time. School was over, and when I arrived at home, I discovered my parents had already left. Apparently, they got the tickets last minute, as explained by a letter on the kitchen table, and so I had free rein of the whole farm. Of course, I still had to wait until nightfall. Even if Scorch agreed to mount me - and the thought made my mouth water - I had to make sure the _other_dragons didn't notice. I made some food, cleaned the dishes left over, and then got on my computer, to anonymously ask my Internet friends for advice. Perhaps not the best advice, but at least something.

I posted that I'd be alone on the farm. At this point I was pretty much an accepted member, so even if nobody knew which farm I lived on, they all knew it was some farm. I also added what I was planning on.

"Jealous! :P" one comment read.

"Just don't go for one of the huge ones, there's no way it'll fit," another one commented. Gee, I didn't know physics existed. Luckily Scorch was one of the smaller dragons, so while it'd be tight, I'd probably be fine. Probably. I'd certainly warm up first, though.

"Just be straightforward with him. The blue ones aren't easy offended," someone helpfully pointed out.

"Man I know what I'll be pawing off to tonite, the thought of u getting bred by a dragon. I hope u get pregnant, like that dude on the news" was a fourth.

Of course, there were a lot of other comments. It turns out that even people with similar interests to mine didn't always like it when both participants were male. It was somewhat ironic, given that being gay was only a small taboo compared to fucking your mounts, and easily more so than accidentally getting knocked up by one. Of course, for me the chance of that happening probably didn't even exist, but there were plenty of examples with straight couplings between humanoids and dragons procreating. Such acts were harshly condemned, and half-dragons were usually forced to live in the wild, or in their own special colonies. A similar fate to what awaited me if I was caught, even if nothing magical happened, but such a life would be harder for me, being someone used to all the comforts of civilization.

With nightfall, I anxious awaited for the dragons to go sleep, most in their caves, but others too lazy to fly up there and preferring ground level shelters we'd built. Scorch never slept at ground level, of course, which was just as good since plenty of other dragons did, while the caves offered some privacy, and even without wings, there were staircases and ladders to the caves you couldn't easily climb to; we needed a way to get eggs down and into hatching. Most of the dragons preferred that approach, preferring to fuck without the consequence of childcare. Only a few actively preferred taking care of their eggs, which effectively forced the female to stay near them to keep them warm.

When I was sure everyone was sleeping, I got outside and started the climb to Scorch's cave. It was pretty high up the mountain, which gave me plenty of chances to hesitate and turn around. Despite it being summer, the nights were pretty cold out here. Most of the cliff was effortless, though every now and then I had to take the stairs, which felt much shakier than they actually were. I stopped halfway to look over the farm from a higher vantage point; I almost never had to come up here since my parents preferred to do it themselves or hire help, and I couldn't help but admire how beautiful everything looked under the stars. Below me was the farm and a massive grassy field, surrounded by dense forests, which continued for quite a distance. Far in the horizon, I could see the city lights, which looked like a permanent sunset, bright buildings and signs bleeding light into the dark skies. It was far enough to not disturb our view of the stars much, and the sky was absolutely full of them. I'd never really thought about it before, but Scorch's scales reminded me of the stars.

Remembering my actual purpose for tonight I resumed the climb. I finally reached Scorch a few minutes after that. He wasn't quite asleep yet, but perked up when he noticed me approach, looking alarmed, as far as dragons had facial expressions. My eyes fell to his underside and I could see why; his thick maleness was jutting out of his slit, wet with... saliva? I looked at his face and noticed he was rather wet around his muzzle too. It wasn't hard to figure out what he'd been doing, which in turn gave me a perfect opening line.

"Uh," I started, cursing my nervousness. "I could... take care of that for you, if you want..." I stuttered, trying my hardest to sound soothing.

He looked at me for a few tense seconds. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Then, he flopped to his side with a thud, and rolled onto his back, grinning at me upside down. He didn't say anything, but from the way he splayed his legs, and the eager twitching of his cock, he didn't really need to. My head swum as I walked closer, stroking his belly and taking in that musky scent of arousal. I climbed onto him, which he was used to enough, even though riders would normally side on the other side. Before I could lose my courage, I wrapped both hands around his shaft. I was half-expecting it to be cold, but instead it was burning hot, and slimy with both his saliva and precum. He had the ridged stiffness that every dragon seemed to have, and a slight swelling at the base of his cock. Not quite a knot like mine, but close enough.

He grumbled in appreciation as I slid my hands - warm and smooth compared even his tongue - up and down that beautiful member, even as stringy precum oozed from the tip. He was almost as thick as my forearm, but not so big that mating would be impossible. Although Scorch was a little bigger than a horse, dragons weren't quite as excessively endowed.

So there I was, inches away from my grand prize. I leaned in closer, lapping at his shaft even as my paws pleasured him. I wouldn't be able to take much of him into my muzzle, but I had a broad, lupine tongue, and even as his salty precum spread onto my tongue, he gave another grumble of pleasure, nudging at me gently, as if telling me to go all out. I did; forbidden fruit always tastes the best, after all. I spread some of that musky pre onto my nose so I'd be breathing in that heady scent of arousal, and then engulfed as much of him as I could into my eager muzzle. Fighting hard to suppress my gag reflex and relax my jaw, I began giving the dragon his first humanoid blowjob. First one given by anyone except himself, most likely. As I suckled on him, running my tongue along each ridge, giving his tip gentle kisses, my paws were at work on his shaft, squeezing, rubbing and massaging it.

Scorch struggled to get my clothes off, presumably wanting to return the favour, and ended up shredding through my pants, letting them fall off onto the cave floor in tatters, and leaving my ass - and the rock-hard lupine cock underneath me - in full view. He seemed to like what he saw. I would've been frustrated about my clothes getting ruined, but I had a mouthful of dragon cock, finally realizing half my fantasies, which was more than enough to keep my mind off such trivial matters.

Then, craning his neck up, Scorch gave me a lick, all the way from my cock to under my tail, causing me to moan around his cock. Then he did it again, and then again, sticking his blunt muzzle under my tail and really taking in my scent and taste. I felt his tongue probe at my sensitive hole, feeling like I could cum right then and there. Then it slipped inside me.

The sensation was almost indescribable, having his tongue inside me, lubing me up with his warm draconic saliva. Faintly, I realized I was dripping onto his chest too, but he didn't seem to mind. For how pent up he must've been, both from a lack of mating and his earlier attempt at autofellatio, it was a wonder how gentle he was being.

Suddenly, his tongue withdrew, leaving me feeling empty.

"Grrf... let's go for a ride," I heard Scorch rumble. While not exactly eloquent, it got his idea across well enough, and the idea of riding him that way was quite a delicious one. Giving his maleness one last, loving slurp, I pulled off him. For a second, a strand of saliva connected my muzzle to his cock.

I turned around, facing him. He was panting with very visible arousal, his blue eyes focused on my own erection. I wondered if he'd fit inside me. It wasn't impossible, the dragon being around 12 inches or so, as long as I could stretch enough to adapt for his considerable thickness. Luckily, I was fairly stretchy, having played with a variety of toys while thinking of this moment. I really wanted to feel that knot lock him inside me, like it would a female dragon.

I stood up on the dragon's armoured belly for a moment, and his strong build easily supported me. I positioned the dripping tip of his draconic cock at my entrance, nudging it against my tailhole, and took a deep breath. This was the moment I'd been waiting years for. But when I sank down on that tantalizing maleness, there'd be no going back. Not that there was any going back now, but once he was buried inside me there was no way I'd even want to pull off before he filled me with his virile seed. I didn't know if there'd be any consequences, but it didn't really matter.

Really, any sane person wouldn't have taken the risk of possible male pregnancy by dragon. Hell, a sane person wouldn't be in this position to begin with. But at that point, I was far too aroused for sanity to catch up with me. I felt like I imagined a female in heat must feel; I needed to feel his cock inside me, and I needed to feel him seed me, deeply.

So, against any kind of better judgement, I rested some of my weight on that cock. With both my hole and his eager cock wet with a slick mixture of precum and saliva, it easily spread me open, though not quite enough to slip inside. It wasn't painful, but somewhat uncomfortable.

"Rrh... never hesitate to mount my back... don't hesitate to mount my cock..." Scorch rumbled. His somewhat broken attempts speech were rather adorable. And then he thrust upwards, and everything happened in a split second. I fell onto his cock, all the way, as it split me open with no resistance. I would've been angry if it wasn't for suddenly feeling like I had a hot baseball bat driven into me, which was something completely new and alien. And incredibly arousing. I found myself just sitting there on top of him, mouth hanging open in a silent moan. My draconic lover had a similar expression; this was, after all, probably the first time he sunk his cock into someone else's body.

For what felt like minutes we were still, staring emptily into each other's eyes, adjusting to each other and savouring the sensations, both of us having just lost our virginities.

My cock ached with how aroused I was. I didn't doubt for a second I'd cum instantly if I touched myself, and I was determined to not do that before my mate did. So I acted first, and started rocking my hips back and forth, still holding his full length inside of me. Scorch threw his head back and let out a grumbling moan, and I saw, and felt, his muscles tense and relax. He began slowly humping against me, not that he could do much, choosing to let me remain in control of the ride, caring at least enough to not risk hurting me.

With this beautiful dragon lying flat on his back, I indeed had full control of what I wanted to do, and I settled on a gentle rhythm of raising and lowering myself on his cock, especially over the ridged portion, which sent euphoric vibrations through my spine each time they slipped through my tight pucker. I noticed Scorch was drooling, his tongue hanging out, so it probably felt equally good for him. No doubt I'd have him do the work on subsequent matings - and he was probably eager to try it - but for now I was doing a good enough job of breeding myself on his tool.

My thoughts flitted from one erotic thought to another. I imagined the dragon's seed transforming my insides to enable impregnation, through some kind of primal magic. How would it feel? Would I go into heat if that happened, but I wasn't successfully knocked up? Would other species be able to make my belly swell afterwards? All of these thoughts should've really been alarming, I suppose, but I was already in heaven, aroused to the point where I couldn't think straight. Somewhere in the back of my head I thought about pulling off him before he came; then, I could always have more fun with him in the future, while living my comfortable life. My lust-fogged mind rationalized it all, albeit poorly; the chances of anything happening were tiny, if even possible at all. Letting Scorch cum inside me would perhaps make him bond to me, keeping him more eager to mount me in the future. And worst come to worst, my strong dragon mate could protect me in the wild, if we had to run away. A mind inflamed by passion is hardly receptive to true reason.

Both of us laid there as I impaled myself on that wonderful breeding tool over and over again, almost automatically, while he thrusted upwards into me. I could feel each throb, each jerk of his cock inside me. Neither of us really had any control at this point; we were locked into our ancient dance, as both rider and mount, and as lovers. I suppose that was the beauty of it, riding my beautiful dragon in a way nature never intended.

Or perhaps it did, given the possibility of offspring. Didn't that invalidate all of the old taboos? It seemed like it should; if dragons could breed with anyone, why would it unnatural to do so? I knew society wouldn't see it that way, but it felt right, a brief moment of clarity in the fog of lust that had swallowed me up like a derelict ship.

Each time I hilted myself on him, that slowly swelling knot at his base threatened to tie us together. It wasn't as big as mine, which was already fully swollen, but it would be enough; I could tell from the way it spread me even wider every time. It wouldn't be long now. Scorch was grunting constantly, huffing and puffing, sometimes producing small gouts of flame, sometimes smoke. He was trembling now, as we built up towards our mutual climax.

"Rrrh, keep riding... going to breed you soon..." he growled, and while I appreciated the warning, I wasn't about do anything but what he suggested.

Just a few minutes longer, and suddenly I discovered I couldn't pull off him anymore; his knot was wide enough now to make me wince with pain as I tried, and I ended up clenching hard around the very root of his cock. All I could do now was rock my hips back and forth while he gave me the most intense humping of my life, speeding up to the point I was almost bouncing on top of him, although not very high. This locked position had his ridges rubbing directly against my prostate, and it was too much; despite my intention being to not cum before he did, I couldn't hold out any longer, and I climaxed hard, probably harder than I ever had. My lupine cum shot out over his belly and chest, even reaching his muzzle, and he instinctively lapped up every rope that he could reach. The orgasm was so powerful it made my mind totally blank out as I squeezed and clenched around the very base of his cock, coaxing him to fill me up.

And fill me up he did. With a deafening, triumphant roar, I felt his cock jump in the warm, wet sleeve that was my body, and then his molten draconic seed surged through his length, into me, soothing my battered insides. It was a liquid sense of heat, intensely comforting and arousing at the same time, and it seemed to go on forever, until I felt bloated from the sheer volume of that forbidden cum being pumped into me. Spurt after spurt of that sticky stuff filled me with each throb, seeking to breed me... or turn me breedable. I could almost imagine my insides shifting to suit his needs, and found myself fantasizing about my belly swelling with his eggs later.

I collapsed on top of him, slumping down onto his chest, reduced to boneless jelly from that earth-shattering climax. I still felt him twitching inside me as his small thrusts squeezed out every last drop of seed that his balls had to offer. I almost fell asleep, but then the dragon did something unexpected, licking my face affectionately. We couldn't quite kiss, he was too big for that, but still he licked across my lips with obvious love, and I returned the gesture best as I could, kissing the bridge of his nose. I think I did in fact fall asleep at some point, though not for long, while he finished properly inseminating me.

It was still dark outside when I woke up, and Scorch was now snoring loudly underneath me. For a moment, I panicked, thinking I needed to get back inside before my parents woke up. Then I realized I didn't have to, I could spend the night here cuddled up to my surprisingly warm drake, and the feeling of relief was palpable. Drifting in and out of slumber, I think he fucked me again at some point, perhaps while both of us were asleep, as I woke up in a puddle of his cum in the morning.

I know we did it again later, though. Like horny teenagers, which I suppose we both actually were at that time, we mated in every position we could think of, several times a day. I'm sure the other dragons noticed, but none of them said anything, apparently accepting that I was now Scorch's mate. Many of them did look at me with wry smiles, though, as if they knew exactly what was going on. Considering how I was constantly filled or covered with Scorch's cum, it probably wasn't hard to tell.

We managed to agree that we'd meet in the forest when my parents returned, neither quite willing to let the other one go after just one week together. We didn't. Instead, we effectively became the archetypical star-crossed lovers, sneaking out to be together, unseen. I couldn't know if dragons could feel love, but Scorch certainly acted as if they did, being increasingly affectionate with our matings, and possessive at other times. Perhaps he knew that his seed had taken. I didn't, not yet.

Although I started waking up nauseous a few weeks later, it wasn't until I noticed a bump in my belly weeks after that that I was forced to confront the consequences of our wild, feral matings. But that's another story for another time.