Chapter 2 - Warmth
#2 of Flat Line
*beep*...*beep*...*beep*...*beep*...
He awoke startled, not even having realized he fell asleep.
'It's hot...but how?'
He looked around again, as he'd been doing for as long as he was able to remember, in an attempt to scan his surroundings. This time, however, was different. He sat in complete amazement as his new surroundings stirred all of his senses.
'The wind...I feel the wind...and the Sun...'
He found he was sitting outside, not in the vast blackness that he remembered from before he'd fallen asleep, sitting among a lush, green forest, in what appeared to be a small clearing in the trees. The wind was gently blowing, the grass and trees rustling in response. The Sun was burning bright, and the few visible clouds were gently soaring across the sky.
'But how did I get here? I was alone...and I don't think I moved anywhere.'
The sound of the blowing leaves drowned the sound from the quiet beeping that he fell asleep to. He sat in awe of his new environment, as if he were an alien on his first visit to Earth. He shuffled along through the grass on his hands and knees, bending lower to sniff the green blades of living plant life.
'This smells so fresh. And the wind is so cool against my skin, yet the Sun is making me sweat a little...'
In the darkness, he could only see and hear, and could only touch himself; there were no life forms to touch and smell, there was no Sun to heat his leathery skin, and no wind to tease his still-nude body. These simple pleasures that we all know and take for granted, were now new and exciting to him.
After quite some time, he sprawled his body onto the grass, lying on his backside and staring at the quiet clouds above him.
'I still don't know where I am. What happened to those voices? Oh...hmm...I guess I can still hear that beeping noise, at least that's familiar.'
He sat up, then stood and walked to a nearby tree. Looking up from beneath its branches, he began to seek entertainment for himself. After a brief glance around while he thought about how to go about his idea, he took one hand and firmly dug his claws into the bark of the tree before him and began to climb to the nearest branch that he felt could support his weight.
'This'll do.'
As he laid belly-down on the thick branch and let his limbs dangle beneath him, he stared at the grass and again contemplated his situation.
'I don't know why it didn't occur to me before...but I don't remember where I came from. I remember that I came from somewhere, that I had a place I called home but I don't remember what it looked like or where it was or why I left it. Were there others there too? What about those voices I heard? Were they there? Why can't I hear them talking now? Where did they go? Why did they leave, better yet? Why wouldn't they answer me? Could they even hear me? Where did this forest come from? Did I dream that darkness? No...it was so real...it wasn't a dream. But...I was sleeping when I woke up here...so maybe I did dream some of it...'
His mind exploding with unanswered questions, and a heavy mix of depression and anger setting in from the aforementioned, he slowly started to drift to sleep again due to the straining exhaustion of his racing thoughts. His head resting on one arm, and his other limbs hanging comfortably below, his eyes drearily closed as the cool Summer-like breeze continued to flow over his back.
"Cal...I wish you'd wake up. I hope you'll be ok. I miss you so much. I brought you some lemon pie, it's your favorite, remember?...You know...just in case."
He awoke in a startled, yet groggy mindset, then sat up on the tree branch looking around to find the familiar voice.
"Hello? It's you again; the boy from before! Can you hear me? Hello?"
'It's him; he's talking to me...wait...Cal...that's MY name.'
"I can hear you! What do you mean 'wake up'? I'm awake! You don't have to miss me, I'm right here! Just come out where I can see you, or answer me or something! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Again feeling his own confusion and anger from being ignored, he listened for a response from the strange voice.
'Nothing...again...'
With a strong leap to the ground below, he got down off the branch he napped on and looked toward the sky.
'I feel like I slept all day, but the Sun is in the same spot as before.'
He looked back toward the tree he had climbed and just gotten off of.
'I dug my claws into the bark...but the holes are gone...'
Plopping onto the grass and leaning back against the tree he just examined, he stared off into the distance, watching the trees and the grass as they shook in the gentle breeze, no more strong or weak than before.
"Do you remember that one time just after we met, Cal? I thought my body wouldn't keep up with your sex drive. *chuckle* It was fun though. I miss those times. You were more like a big kid than a grown up. It's been a long time for you now, huh? I know what you're like and if you were awake I'm sure you'd be crying by now after waiting this long without release *chuckle*. Maybe you'd like a little story...? If you can hear me, then it might help pass the time a little for you..."
"I do remember that. I can't remember your face...but I remember that it happened. I remember that you said you were sore, but didn't want me to stop."
'Actually...I can't believe I forgot was sex was until you said that. It was so great...like being handed a little piece of paradise. I just wish I could remember your face, or your name...or how I know you.'
More speaking aloud to himself than to the Voice, he began to recall the events of his life before he awoke in the darkness. The more the Voice talked, the more he remembered. As the Voice began to tell a story of some sexual adventure between him and Cal, Cal simply sat and relaxed, taking the opportunity to enjoy the company, although the boy was not actually with him at all. The Voice was right, he figured, this story actually did help pass the time.
As he listened to the graphically descriptive story from his apparent friend, Cal reached down and again gently groped the relatively small slit in his crotch. After just a moment, he tugged out of the slit his now stiffening manhood and his heavy, full set of testicles. Lightly dragging a claw up the underside from the penis's base to the pointed dragon-head tip, he softly sighed as he enjoyed the story and the pricking feeling from his claw. His member fully engorged, and laying against his stomach in its proud, 12" glory (not at all unusual for his species, considering he stood already 6'10" tall at only 21 years of age), he then wrapped his powerful palm around the long pinkish flesh. Moaning ever so softly to himself from the sensual touch of his own hand, he began to stroke gently up and down, his eyes now shut and his mind fully envisioning the Voice's story as best he could without knowing what the boy looked like. As the Voice continued on, describing how Cal would be making love to him in graphic detail, Cal was continuing to envision the feelings and emotions of sex: of how his long, thick, barbed dick figuratively split the boy beneath him in two, touching the deepest crevices of the boy's insides; of how the boy moaned and fought back tears of immense pleasure and a slight bit of pain as the large draconic cock mated with his tight, boyish rear; and most of all he remembered how he felt totally at peace, how honored he felt that the one he loved had allowed him to mate with him. With all these thoughts now occupying his mind, he was now rapidly stroking his throbbing meat. His once comfortably loose balls were now pulsing and aching with masculine fluids and held tight against his black skin. As the Voice neared the end of his story, Cal neared the end of his willpower. With a mighty roar that echoed through the trees around him, his eyes held tight and his head tipped back, the young dragon relieved his throbbing testicles of their seed, thoroughly coating his stomach and chest, and a little splashing onto his armored muzzle.
With that, the Voice fell silent and Cal's breathing slowly returned to normal from its previously speeding pace. He continued to relax against the tree, his mind blissfully quiet in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, still with his eyes shut and his arms comfortably resting on the grass beside him. Then, for the third time in what he felt was only one day, he drifted off to sleep; with only the accompaniment of gentle sounds of the wind and the familiar beeping he'd almost forgotten was even there, as well as the Voice which he assumed was with him since he had not heard it leave like in the darkness.
*beep*...*beep*...*beep*...*beep*...