New In Town
Commission for Azil34
"Howdy! Welcome to Fred's Bar and Grill. Just take a seat anywhere, sir, and we'll get right to ya!"
"O-Okay. Thanks."
The 6 foot tall dragon meandered his way across the diner and picked the only available booth at the far end of the room, near the toilets. He shifted awkwardly but somehow managed to squirm himself into the seat, wedged between the table and the cushions, his tail shoved in underneath him to avoid any discomfort.
He hated being called sir. The dragon, named Gray, was always a little uncomfortable with formalities and being treated as such always made him blush. He smoothed his clawed hands over the mop of blue fure that ran along the top of his head and down the back of his neck, idly scratching at his white and cyan scales. His red eyes flicked around the diner, realising he caught the eye of a few patrons. That didn't surprise him: dragons were a little bit of an oddity, but perfectly functioning people. Still, the looks made him uncomfortable.
There was one core reason why he didn't like being referred to as sir-- it gave people the impression he was an adult, but the truth of the matter was that he was no older than 10 years old. His particular subspecies tended to grow quite large, so it was no surprise to those in his immediate family that his height was that of a normal person at such a young age. People tended to be mortified when they saw how tall his father was, but there were houses built to deal with such things. They were uncommon enough for it to be difficult to find a suitable place to live, but common enough not to cause a panic with their very existence.
Gray had come into the diner purely on instinct. He and his father had moved into the city recently and were struggling to adjust-- at least, Gray was. He had taken the time to explore a little whilst his father, the somewhat slob that he was, took an afternoon nap. His dad was never worried when he went off on his own: Gray was naive, but he had the strength of at least 3 adults. He wasn't going to be easily bullied in the street.
Gray raised his head when a petite feline waitress approached, and she offered him the brightest smile she could manage. Gray couldn't help but grin back, feeling the heat rising under his scales, around his cheeks. Gray was a kind-hearted boy; it was no surprise that someone being friendly to him incurred some sort of emotional response.
"What can I get for you, honey?" She asked, pen and notepad at the ready, and Gray awkwardly cast his gaze about. He hadn't really come here to order-- he had money, but he was mostly exploring. He had sat regardless, and the thought of food might ease him a little. He picked up the sight of a small basket of fries on someone's table.
"Can I get some fries? Uh, and a rootbeer, please." He asked, and the waitress nodded along with him, scurrying the notes down on her pad.
"Anything else?"
"Uh...no. Thank you."
"You're welcome, sugar. It'll be just a hot minute." She assured him. With a parting smile, she turned on a heel and made her way back down the aisle, tearing the note from her pad and placing it on a nail stuck up by the window looking into the kitchen area. Gray breathed a sigh and looked back down at his hands, shifting uncomfortably in his baggy clothes. They only barely just fit him-- he was growing so much lately.
Gray had sat in silence for a good couple of minutes, focused on his claws, glancing out occasionally to the world beyond. He had the fortunate luck of having his booth sitting next to the window, allowing him to stare out over the street beyond, the sun bouncing off of the windows on the opposite side of the road. He was so enthralled in his own little world that he jumped when he felt a hand tapping his side. He whirled his head around, expecting some sort of attack, his eyes wild and alert.
"Woah. Sorry." There stood a fox, clad in a plaid shirt and baggy jeans with a slightly bulging gut, glasses teetering on the end of his nose. He held his hands up in surrender, an apologetic grin spread across his muzzle.
"I, uh, tried to get your attention a couple of times. Didn't realise you were busy-- sorry if I startled you," He began, and Gray shook his head, casting his gaze away for a moment. "Is, uh, is that seat taken? Can I sit?"
He pointed towards the seat opposite Gray's own, and the boy silently shook his head and gestured for the fox to sit, if he so chose. With a smile, the fox slipped into a seat and relaxed. The waitress came moments later to take the fox's order-- a simple coffee-- and assured Gray that his was on the way before she went away again, leaving the two in a slightly tense silence. Gray wasn't one for talking; it wasn't that stranger danger was an issue, but he was just a naturally quiet person.
"So...you were kinda looking into space there a moment ago," The fox began awkwardly. "You okay?"
It was weird for a random stranger to ask if he was alright, but no-one had really asked how he'd felt before. Gray wasn't sure if he should really be honest about how he was feeling or not.
"Um..." He began, scratching the side of his head with a claw. "I am, just...me and my dad moved here, so I don't know anyone, or where anything is."
"Oh," The fox seemed understand. "A little big and scary then, right? Don't worry, this place is nice. You'll like it."
"It seems nice...the people are friendly." Gray cast his gaze down and heard the fox chuckle.
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," The man replied, and Gray saw the fox's hand extend outwards into his field of view, palm outstretched. "I'm Rusty."
"I'm Gray." The dragon introduced himself in kind, if only because it was polite. They shook hands and the waitress came over, setting down a coffee, rootbeer, and a basket of fries. She arranged them carefully and beamed, before leaving them in peace once more. Gray idly picked at his fries, chewing thoughtfully and sipping the rootbeer through a straw.
"What was your old place like?" The fox asked, and Gray hummed quietly at the thought.
"There were a lot of people like me," He began. "I don't know why we moved. I had friends there that I can't see anymore."
"That sounds rough." Rusty nodded solemnly and Gray sighed through his nose, agreeing with that sentiment. He missed his friends, wherever they were now.
"Well, if you want, I can help to give you a little tour of the town-- help you settle in and introduce you to some of my friends. We're a chill group, I'm sure you'll fit right in." In a city such as this, Gray wouldn't have expected such a kind person to welcome him with open arms. The young dragon was momentarily moved for a moment, before he realised that the fox, like everyone else, likely considered him to be an adult. He lowered his gaze at the thought and wondered if Rusty would still invite him if he knew the truth. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to explain it.
"Y-Yeah, maybe," The Dragon began awkwardly shifting and sliding out from his seat. "I need to use the bathroom."
"Okay. I'll come with you," The fox began with a grin. "I need to piss as well."
It was a little weird, but the young dragon was a little too innocent of that sort of thing to really think about it. He rose from his seat and moved towards the back of the diner, which wasn't all that far, and he pushed through into the men's bathroom, the fox following not too far behind him.
He stepped around the corner and paused when he realised that there was a urinal missing. There was a kind indication of where it should have been in the wall, but for reasons unknown it wasn't there, leaving just a single urinal in its place. There were cubicles, of course, but Gray had no use for them.
"Huh. One urinal...I can just use a stall." Rusty pointed out.
"I don't mind sharing." Gray meant it innocently enough, but the embarrassment was clear on Rusty's face. The fox casually trailed his glance over the Dragon's body before up towards his face, staring into those confused, innocent eyes.
"S-Sure." Rusty cleared his throat, stepping towards the urinal. The dragon did much of the same, standing slightly to the side to allow for some space. Rusty deliberately hesitated with unbuttoning his pants, watching the Dragon begin to pop the button of his baggy shorts without hesitation. The shorts dropped to his ankles and a thick, humanoid cock flopped into view. It was a pretty impressive endowment for an adult, and even more so for a 10 year old-- 5 inches of flaccid cock hung there, and lord knows how thick it would be when it was hard.
Rusty quickly exposed his sheath, plump and thick, and the two of them stood there, waiting on bated breath. Since Gray didn't really feel any sort of embarrassment, he was the first to start, a steady trickle shooting from the end of his foreskin and hitting the bottom of the urinal with ease. Rusty's stream joined his moments later, the two of them intermingling and crossing together as they disappeared down the drain. Gray was too focused on his own cock to even notice Rusty's fervent, quick glances as his body, and especially at his member.
After a little while, their streams began to die down, settling into little trickles and eventually stopped altogether. Gray idly flicked the end of his member towards the urinal to shake off any droplets on the end of his length, and out the corner of his eye, he saw Rusty's hand moving towards him.
"What are you doing?" Gray asked rather casually, more out of curiosity than anything else. Rusty's moving hand immediately froze and he cleared his throat awkwardly.
"I, um...can I touch it?" Rusty countered, and Gray teetered on the spot for a moment.
"...Why?" Gray couldn't understand the connotations. It didn't bother him if he did or didn't, but he couldn't understand why he might want to.
"Uh..." Rusty wasn't sure what to say. "Because I...find you attractive?"
Rusty sounded dumbfounded, but Gray was ultimately a little confused. He was, after all, only 10-- this sort of thing had never happened before, and he doesn't really understand the idea of sex or sexual encounters. When he doesn't reply, Rusty slowly moves his hand forward again, until his fingers touch with the length of the Dragon's young cock.
It was strange, but nice. Gray didn't quite know how to describe it other than that: he felt a tingle of pleasure and a peculiar exhilaration that he hadn't experience before. The touch was strangely foreign, but not in a bad way-- it was exciting. Gray shifted on his feet, toes digging against the tiles as Rusty quietly ran his hand up and down the dragon's length, trailing his fingers from the base to the tip.
"Let's go somewhere a little more private." Rusty suggested, reaching up his other hand to slightly push against the Dragon's belly, coaxing him backwards. The tall Dragon waddled, moving further and further back at the fox's instruction until he slipped through the narrow doorway of one of the cubicles, stumbling with his pants around his ankles until he fell onto the toilet, inadvertently taking a seat on it. Rusty squeezed his way inside and shut the door behind them, giving them a little privacy.
"W...What're we going to do?" The Dragon asked cautiously, his member steadily hardening under the fox's touch as Rusty dragged his fingers back and forth a little more, curling his digits around the pulsing length of the dragon's cock, unawares of how old his new fling was.
"Well...I have a few ideas." The vulpine's face flushed as he slowly lowered himself, getting down onto his knees as best as he could, with his feet sticking out from underneath the cubicle door. He bowed his head forwards, trailing his wet nose along the underside of the dragon's growing member, sliding out his tongue when he reached the tip. He peeled back the foreskin to admire the thick head of the humanoid cock, pursing his lips against the soft, warm flesh and rolling his tongue around. Gray let out something akin to a quivering moan, visibly shuddering in his seat as his member throbbing powerfully against Rusty's tongue, pulsing to life rather rapidly under the tongue's assault. A thick, generous spurt of pre-cum splattered against Rusty's tongue, arching along towards the back of his throat, and he greedily gulped it down, tail wagging fervently. In a matter of moments, Gray was nearing full-mast, his scales tingling and his cheeks flushed red. He felt strangely hot and fidgety, but he didn't know why.
"Does that feel good?" The fox murmured, dipping his head to pepper kisses up the dragon's length, and the boy quivered a little, unsure what to say. Eventually, all he could think to do was nod, his quivering lips and heavy breathing a clear indication of his body's reaction to such tender loving. Rusty closed his eyes and relished the way the dragon's cock throbbed against his tongue and pulsed in his hand, each vibrant twitch encouraging him to lick more, to taste more. The pre-cum that oozed from the end practically pooled against his hands and tongue, and he fought to stem the flow, licking it up where able.
Eventually, he dragged his tongue back the the head and opened his mouth, lapping at the glans as he gauged the length of the cock with his hands, feeling an excited string of pre-cum shoot against his tongue. He guessed the dragon's length to be 12 inches or so, and the mere thought had his own loins aching, desperate for it inside him. That would have to wait for a little longer, for Rusty was still keen to make sure the cock was completely slick and ready. Slowly, he guided the member into his mouth, letting it slide along the length of his tongue. The dragon above him sucked in his breath and a quiet, gentle groan escaped his lips, his body tensing as the mouth descended on his turgid member.
Rusty could tell he liked it: the member violently, rapidly throbbed within his mouth, pushing against the roof of his muzzle and sliding effortlessly against his tongue, pre-cum splattering against the back of his throat, where it was eagerly gulped down. The fox was surprised for a time to find that the dragon was so copious, but he chalked it up to his species, unawares that he was giving a rather ruthless blowjob to an underage dragon. Regardless of his musings, he slathered his tongue around every available inch, making sure to completely coat the cock in a thin film of sweet, sticky spit, accompanied hand over fist with globs of clear pre-seed.
He slowly bobbed his head, making sure to smear that spittle around, but his intention wasn't to blow the dragon to completion; rather, he had something else in mind. He inevitably eased his mouth off of the member and rose, admiring the dragon's flustered expression, his parted lips and quiet, panting breath. Gray looked confused, and for good reason-- it felt great, so why did the man stop?
Gray soon found out, for the fox slowly turned on the spot and let his shorts drop to the floor along with his boxers, revealing his slightly chubby behind and jiggling cheeks. The dragon parted his lips and was about to ask what he intended to do when Rusty began to back up, wedging himself between the dragon's legs and grinding his bare furred ass against the thick length. The member slipped snugly between the fox's grinding cheeks, the underside of the member easily dragging back and forth, smearing spit across Rusty's behind and between his cheeks. Rusty eventually grew impatient and raised his ass up far enough to firmly push the head between his buns, reaching down with a hand to guide the cock up against his pucker.
With a groan, Rusty pushed his ass down, the tight ring of his ass swallowing up the head of the dragon's member in a matter of moments. The fox didn't hestiate in pushing his hips down, taking inch after inch as Gray shuddered beneath him, unable to resist reaching his hands out and placing them on the fox's hips, holding onto him. Deeper and deeper his cock went, until his pelvis met with Rusty's behind, all 12 inches of his length firmly embedded in the man's insides. Gray could see those warm inner walls clamping down around his cock, a firm pressure forming at the head of his member where he appeared to be meeting some resistant. Gray couldn't help but whimper and pant, squirming a little in his seat. It was a pleasure like no other, and it was overwhelming.
"Mmh...you like that big guy?" Rusty murmured quietly, rolling his hips up and down a little, coaxing the member to withdraw an inch or so before slipping into him rather effortlessly. He slowly began to ride the member, but he could only guess that from the way the member throbbed powerfully inside of him, the dragon wasn't going to last long. Gray couldn't stop himself from letting out quiet, inexperienced moans, his toes curling against the tiles, his breathing deep and laboured. After some time, Gray was unable to stop himself from thrusting forwards, driven by a deep animal instinct that he hadn't felt before. He wanted more, though it was more accurate to say he felt as if he needed it. Each thrust was greeted to a wet slap at the thick, plentiful pre-cum that oozed from his cock aided hus thrusts, until it began to seep out of Rusty's clenching cheeks, dripping down onto the dragon's inexperienced young balls and onto the floor.
"H-Hnn...I feel funny." The dragon complain after a while, his length panting slowing into heavy, deep breaths as his hips bucked effortlessly, filling with air with the wet sounds of their sex. Rusty had barely registered the dragon's complaints, focused solely on the sensations that spiked and rushed through his body. He let Gray do most of the work as his knotted cock bounced between his legs, pre-cum spurting from the end and splattering on the floor between their legs. Gray began to groan with a greater intensity, and Rusty knew what was coming. He felt the dragon's claws dig in against his flesh, though not enough to break skin, and a final whimper escaped Gray's lips as his impending orgasm finally rolled over him.
Rusty couldn't recall a time other than that moment when he'd experienced so much cum inside of him. The dragon practically pumped jet after jet of seed into him, the virgin creature's inexperienced cock sliding up and down, dragging back until the cum oozed from Rusty's behind, dripping readily onto the floor between their legs. Gray's quiet groaning was reduced to soft, gentle pants as the air filled with the wet squelching of his convulsing member, each hard throb emptying another thick rope into Rusty's ass, more of it seeping out of him and staining the dragon's fat balls and the tile floor.
Gray was, for want of a better word, overwhelmed. Left panting and gasping, he slowly pushed Rusty off of his cock and stared down at his half-hard member, coated in a mixture of pre-cum and seed, his pants damp with cum. He hauled them up and rose to his feet, anxiously putting his clothes back on and awkwardly teetering on the spot. He didn't know why, but he wanted to go. Part of him was scared, the other worrid they'd be caught. He felt as if he'd done a bad thing.
"What's the matter?" Rusty seemed to sense his distress, frowning up at him.
"I need to go." The dragon grabbed Rusty and moved him aside, effectively pushing him up towards the toilet and taking his place by the door, where he pulled it open and waddled out. He made an effort of covering his front as he left the bathroom and sped past the booth he was in, not even thinking to pay. He could hear someone calling for him as he left, but he didn't reply. He left the diner and bolted down the road, thinking of nothing but home.
x x x
Gray returned home roughly an hour later, after taking the time to try and dry off his shorts in the best place he could manage: a dimly lit alleyway with enough sunlight for the warmth to reach his crotch. Eventually, after an hour of trying desperately to dry them, he had ended up going home anyway.
His house was an amalgam of things, but it was primarily a bungalow that sat roughly as high as a two-story house. There was no stairs leading to rooms above: everything they needed remained on the single level, but all the rooms bore high ceilings. There was a normal door for people to pass through, and a larger one that also worked as a garage. There was only one reason for this: Gray's father.
Drake was a slob of a man, but not unhygienic. If there were any other word to describe him, it would be 'lazy'-- he had the benefit of working from home, but he spent most of his time not working. He was a freelance man who did odd jobs and occasional manual labour out in the city, but he took the opportunity to be as lazy as possible at any other chance he got. Some chalked it up to the stress of working life. Others, being a single father. Regardless of his reasons, it was his laziness that left Gray alone most of the time, though the boy didn't mind: on the rare occasions where he did get to spend time with his father, the man could be civil and even a little nice, but their disparaging height difference made for an awkwardly relationship.
"Dad, I'm home." Gray called over to his father, who lay draped out on the largest couch known to man, enough to fit 8 ordinary people, but was too short for a 15 foot tall man. Clad in just a pair of loose shorts that left nothing to the imagination and a vest that covered his front, the thick-thighed dragon, with similar musculature and anatomy to his son, raised his head to glare over at the boy.
"Where've you been?" He demanded to know, though his tone sounded relatively indifferent, making it hard to gauge if it mattered to him or not.
"Just out exploring town. I found a nice diner," Gray deliberately kept his back to the man, glancing once over his shoulder to smile. "I'm going to get changed."
With an approving grunt, the dragon went back to resting his head down, averting his gaze. Gray stepped into the wide hallway that stemmed off from the main living room and briskly made his way down to his own room, changing out of the dirty shorts and putting on a fresh pair.
The day went back fairly slowly after that. The events of what had happened to him at the diner swam around Gray's mind, clouding his thoughts for the majority of the afternoon and leaving him spaced. His father didn't question him about his behaviour, whether he was assuming he needed space or didn't really have the energy to care about it. They eventually shared a lukewarm dinner and idle chit-chat some time in the evening, before Gray knew he had to sleep. He headed into bed at his designated time and drifted into a quiet slumber.
It was the middle of the night when he awoke again, the clock at his bedside telling him it was 1am. He would have normally rolled over and gone back to sleep, but he instead eased himself out of bed, his body telling him he needed to use the bathroom. He padded his way down the hall until he reached the bathroom door, but he paused. The sound of heavy breathing and wet, rigorous movements caught his attention, the noise originating from the living room. The sounds were familiar to his own venture at the diner, and he found himself drawn to him, driven by curiosity and anxiety. He made his way further down the hall until he reached the entrance to the living room, and he poked his head away the doorless corner.
There, hunched over himself and staring down at a small laptop, sat his father. His hand was curled around a member far bigger than Gray had ever seen before, and Drake was furiously masturbating, his shorts discarded on the floor, his semi-feral body lined with sweat, the vest clinging to every curve of his torso. Big, fat nuts hung beneath his cock, touching with the cushions of the couch as he sat, squinting, and whatever was on the screen. Gray wasn't in position to get a good look, but his eyes weren't on the laptop anyway: they were on his dad's massive cock.
He must have made a noise, because Drake suddenly snapped his eyes up and then cursed, closing the laptop lid and trying his best to cover his member from prying eyes, though it hard to hide 40 inches of thick, turgid meat beneath hands as big as Gray's head. The young dragon stood there awkwardly in his pyjama shorts and T-Shirt, unsure what to say, and an uncomfortable tension fell over the two of them.
"W-What're you doing up?" The older dragon demanded, looking decidedly awkward about the situation. "You should be asleep."
"I got up to use the bathroom." Gray mumbled, his eyes still on the impressive length that his father housed. Drake did his best to try and hide it, but it proved to be a difficult cast. He eventually resorted to shoving it between his legs and tucking it underneath them, but he seemed to visibly shudder at the sensation and the dampness in the carpet made it clear that Gray had caught him at a bad time.
"Dad," The boy began awkwardly. "I, um...something happened at the diner today."
"U...Uh-huh." Drake looked distinctively uncomfortable and wasn't sure what the boy's line of thinking was.
"There was a man who was really nice, and he touched my...you know, my thing." Gray began, stepping out from his hiding spot and making his way across the room. The tenting in his pyjama pants showed how much he'd reminisced about that moment with the Fox, and about the size of his dad's cock.
"O-Okay," Drake cleared his throat, trying not to look at his son's obvious arousal. "How did it make you feel?"
"Well, he put it in his butt, and it was...good. Really, really good. I made a lot of mess...it felt like I peed in him or something, but he seemed really happy. Is that what you're doing? With your...?" Gray glanced down to his father's legs, which were neatly pressed together. Drake hesitated for a moment and shifted in his seat, slowly spreading his legs and allowing his throbbing erection to bounce forth again, revealing itself. This time, he didn't bother to hide it.
"Why don't you show me what he did to you? I mean, just the touching." Drake asked and then quickly added, before Gray got the wrong idea. With a nod, Gray slowly stepped forwards and placed a hand on the length of his father's cock, watching the way it throbbed eagerly under his touch. His father let out a quiet sigh and leant back, resting against the back of the massive couch and spreading his legs a little wider, letting his fat balls hang low.
Gray didn't know what to think about his dad's member. For one, it was practically as long as his torso, perhaps even more, and it was incredibly thick-- about as thick as his own head. He couldn't even fit both hands around it, but he felt determined to do so-- he wrapped each digit around the length of the cock and brought his nose to the tip, mimicking the fox's own actions as he stuck out his tongue and slathered it up the head of the thick humanoid cock. he found himself briefly recoiling at the taste of it, yet he felt strangely driven to continue, closing his eyes and exploring with his tongue as his hands pumped back and forth, clumsily dragging the skin back and forth.
"O-Oh, yeah...he did it like this, hmm?" Drake asked casually, as if deliberately focusing on the topic to cover his own obvious lust. Gray silently nodded and dragged his tongue along the edge of the glands, pressing his palms against the warmth length, feeling each thick throb, the pulsing of the veins under his digits. Pre-cum oozed from the end and the young dragon found himself tasting it, scooping it up into his mouth and gulping it down. It dribbled down his chin and onto his T-Shirt, staining it with pre-seed.
"Mmh. Go a little faster, and a little harder. That's it..." Drake instructed him, guiding him with how hard to grip, how fast to pump. He allowed Gray to liberty to explore his tongue around what he could manage, but the real crux of their encounter was those pistoning hands, those tightly squeezing digits that urged the older man further and further towards his inevitable release. He had spent so long using his own hand that he'd forgotten what another's felt like.
The lapsed into a quiet silence, with nothing but the sounds of Gray's wet hands yanking up and down and the man's quiet groans to accompany them. It didn't take long for the man's breathing to quicken and his cock to throb, encouraged by his son's eager and curious strokes. Drake knew he wasn't going to last long with the boy's firm grasp, and that suited him just fine: the very situation itself made him want to go further. Though Gray wasn't to know, he had been looking at particularly incestuous, morbid videos on the internet.
"Just a little more," The man begged, beginning to grunt and huff, his mouth hanging open, his tongue lolled past his maw. "I'm almost...!"
With a final groan and a slight arching of his back, the dragon orgasmed. A thick jet of cum splattered from the end of his member, crawling up the length of Gray's maw and along the top of his head, the rest arcing over and landing on a neat line on the coffee table. It didn't end there: one after another, thick spurts arced in all number of angles, though focused on a singular point. His fat balls churned and tucked up against his taint, his breathing slow and gentle. Gray did his best to catch what he could at first, but when he tasted the salty liquid coming from his father's cock, he decided against it.
Drake's climax eventually subsided, and with it the torrent of seed that now stained the coffee table and the carpet below, oozing down Drake's cock and onto the couch. The dragon leant back and sighed, not bothered by the mess, and his son climbed up onto the couch with him, cuddling up against his side.
"Can I sleep with you tonight, dad? I'm really sleepy..." The boy mumbled, his arms aching from the physical exertion of stroking Drake's member. With a grunt, Drake shifted, sliding into a laying position on the couch and dragging Gray up onto his belly, where the boy sprawled out, relaxing against his scales. He could feel his son's member poking his stomach, but he didn't mention anything about it. They'd already done enough tonight.
"Goodnight, kid. Tell me all about your adventure at the diner tomorrow, okay? I'll need to know."
"Yes daddy." Gray mumbled, his eyes already closed.
"Good kid." Drake put an arm behind his back and closing his own eyes. It took little effort for him to drift off into a quiet slumber, the two of them closer than ever.