Family
#1 of Family
Okay, so this isn't part of my 'Adventures of a Truck Driver' series, but sometimes you need a break, hmm?
Murry padded dejectedly into the cave that he called home, a cave he shared with his father. When his dad saw him, he said, "Hey, Murry, how was your day?"
The younger dragon simply padded past the central cave and into the smaller cave that was his room. He sighed and plopped down, his heart aching and his body hurting. 'It's all his fault,' he told himself. 'I got beat up cuz of how he is.' He buried his face in his paws.
Ever since his mom and dad separated, his dad decided he had enough of the female side of the species. Word got out to the community about his father's choice and, naturally, not everyone was in agreement with it, a fact that was pointed out so roughly today.
What makes it hurt more is that Murry was having doubts about his orientation. He went with one of the few friends that he had, and both dragons had accidently stumbled upon a female busily pleasuring herself. Through the moans and groans and finally the screech of orgasm, Murry didn't feel himself get aroused, though his friend seemed to be aroused enough for the both of them.
Then entered another dragon, a quite obviously male dragon. It would seem that this newcomer had come prepared for the female, as his cock was very much in evidence. Murry had tried to avoid looking at the massive, dripping dragonhood, but he was mesmerized by the length and thickness of it, the way it throbbed with the dragon's heartbeat. The organ continued to hold Murry's attention until it disappeared into the female.
Suddenly, he heard his friend chuckle. "So, now you react." Murry's shot a glance at his friend, and saw his friend's muzzle in a smirk, his eyes focused between Murry's hindlegs. Murry directed his gaze down there, too, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw his own member had slid out and seemed to be standing proudly. This sight caused Murry to meep, and he thought of other thoughts, thoughts not related to the yiffy scene, nor to the cock that he had just seen.
Murry shook his head, as if to clear his mind of the memory. When he did, he sensed that his memories of that encounter once again triggered his erection. He stared at it accusingly, then resigned himself. He told himself that he could be bi, if nothing else. Murry smiled to himself, and curled a paw around his throbbing rod, smearing some of his clear pre all over it. The feeling that shot through his body at the touch caused him to let out a quiet 'mmmm' sound. He traced one of his clawtips up and down the bottom side of his shaft, his body trembling at the sensation. He did this a few more moments before returning to stroking with his entire paw.
Using his other paw, the young dragon clasped his nuts, fondling them for a bit, then moving up to scritch a claw around his sheath's collar. Each movement brought a moan from deep within Murry, the dragon hissing slightly when he touched his sheath with his claw.
Suddenly, there was the sound of his father clearing his throat coming from the entrance to Murry's room. Murry's eyes shot open and focused on the form of his dad. Murry panicked and tried to find someway to cover himself even as his father padded in. Not seeing anything, Murry folded his wings around his front and sat there, blushing, refusing to look at his father, embarrassed at having been caught, and angry at him for what happened to him today.
Murry's dad looked at him. "What's wrong, Son?"
Murry still kept his eyes turned from him. "Nothing."
"Nothing? I can see you've been hurt. What happened?"
The younger dragon finally met his dad's eyes, Murry's own eyes full of tears, frustrated tears. "I got beat up, Dad! They ganged up on me and beat me up! Why!? Because you're interested in other males!"
The father blinked. "Murry, I'm sorry." He sat there, helpless to do anything, except wrap his arms and wings around his son in an attempt to comfort him. At first, Murry resisted, but then began to weep uncontrollably, wracking sobs shaking his body. All that his father did was hold his son against him, rocking and crooning, rubbing Murry up and down his back. "Shhh, Son, things'll be okay."
Murry wanted to demand how things were gonna be okay, but simply sought out comfort in his dad's arms, just like he did way back when he was just a hatchie. To his surprise, it did make him feel better. He could hear his dad's heartbeat surrounded by the sound of his crooning, the feel of his strong arms and warm wings around him. These sensations chased away the hate that he felt toward his dad, his mind reminded of the fact that, despite everything, his dad loved him. Murry's sobs began to lessen in intensity, then finally stopped. He looked up at his father.
Murry's dad looked back at his son, smiling warmly. "Feeling better?"
Murry nodded. "Yeah, Dad. Sorry about that."
"Hey, it's understandable. You had pent up emotions and needed to let them out. It's good to relax to the best of your ability."
He smirked slightly. "As a matter of fact, you were doing just that, weren't you?"
The younger dragon blushed rosily. He could still feel his hardon pressed against his wing and was abit startled that it was still there. Suddenly, his dad shifted a bit, causing Murry's wing to rub against it. Murry jolted slightly when he felt it and he purrmoaned, his eyelids fluttering shut a little.
His dad chuckled. "You still have it, don't you?"
Murry nodded.
"Do you want some help getting rid of it?" he asked his son. "Teasing yourself like that is mean, especially if you deserve more." As if to emphasize his offer, he shifted again, this time deliberately, rubbing Murry's wing against Murry's cock.
Murry's hips automatically pressed his rod against the inside of his wing, and the young dragon squirmed in pleasure. He caught himself, though, and shook his head. "No, Dad. It wouldn't be right."
The older one nodded. "Okay, Son. I'll leave you alone, then." He moved to get up again, and padded out. He called over his shoulder, "Have fun!"
Murry watched his father's departure, emotions churning in his mind. Had he really wanted help to ease his tension? Did he want to find out what kind of experience his dad had in this particular area?
These thoughts were answered by even heavier throbs from his shaft. He sprawled again on his back and started stroking himself again, staring thoughtfully into the ceiling. He eventually brought himself to his peak, spraying his hot cum all over his chest and neck. As he rested in the afterglow, idly rubbing himself still, he realized that, during his orgasm, he was thinking of his dad. These strange, sick, though oddly pleasant thoughts floated around in his mind until he fell asleep, unaware that he had made himself hard again.
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Murry woke with a start, his eyes snapping open into the dimly lit space of his cave. His mind immediately searched out what woke him up and he realized that there was a warm paw stroking slowly and gently up and down his shaft. He looked around, his eyes adjusting rapidly to the dimness and saw that his dad was below him, his head resting against one of Murry's inner thighs. His dad had his eyes shut, and was working Murry over with a paw. Murry clenched his teeth, nausea and pleasure battling it out in his mind. It seemed that pleasure was winning, for, despite himself, Murry let out a gentle moan, his body squirming.
Murry's dad opened his eyes and looked directly at his son. He withdrew his paw, nuzzling Murry's thigh. "Hello, Son," he whispered faintly.
Murry looked back at his father, the one who helped raise him since he was a hatchie, the father who was always there for him when he was down, the father that loved him very much, and so loves him now. Murry gave in and wrapped his tail around his father's arm. "Hey, Dad."
They looked at each other for a long moment. Then, his dad reached forward with his paw again, laying it questioningly atop of Murry's cock. Murry responded by moving his hips against the warm paw, mmmmming as the offer gave him the freedom to feel what he wanted, a feeling that seemed totally natural now.
The other dragon started to purr, a deep, vibrating kind of purr, and curled his paw around his son's member. Using the pre that appeared to ooze out continuously, the dragon began to slide his paw up and down the younger dragon's shaft, the liquid making his paw slide smoothly and slickly. Through his continued purrs, Murry's dad let out a slight moan of pleasure, enjoying the sensation of his son's member sliding and throbbing against his paw.
Murry trembled and shuddered at his father's attentions, his tail stroking up and down his dad's forearm in the same pace as his stroking paw. He moaned helplessly as the slow, steady movements of the paw electrified his system more and more. Suddenly, Murry felt a warm, moist tongue slide its way from his knee to his crotch in a slow, carressing stroke, only to turn around and repeat the manuever, moving back the way it came, triggering even more delight in the younger dragon.
The elder dragon licked a few more times up and down Murry's leg, then concentrated between his legs. Murry squeeked in surprise when the warm ribbon of flesh started to lick around his tail hole, shuddering. Then, Murry jolted in response to one of his dad's tongue tips slipping into him. Helplessly, Murry squirmed himself down on the invading tip, thrusting his hips side to side, back and forth. Murry started panting, his orgasm building up in him quickly. Then, the other tip slipped in, and Murry thrashed uncontrollably, squeezing his insides against his dad's wiggling tongue in his hole. The older dragon moaned again, throughly licking out the hot area.
After a few moments, Murry's dad took his tongue out, then proceeded to run it up from Murry's tail hole, leading a trail of his saliva between the oriface and his destination: the full nutsack of his son. Without missing a beat, the dragon lapped his tongue thoroughly against Murry's nuts, feeling the already strained occupants swell more and recieving an actual whimper from Murry himself. Murry's dad, being the kind, loving father he is, took pity on his son and quickly moved up to take Murry's shaft in his hot mouth, mmphing at the delightful taste cascading along his tongue, the feel of the organ throbbing solidly and spilling pre in his muzzle. Immediately, he began to suck on the cock, his son responding by shoving his prick in and out of his muzzle. The older dragon continued his purring, smiling at Murry as he humped his muzzle.
The younger dragon was in heaven. Never before had he ever felt this much pleasure, this much ecstacy. It seemed as though his entire being was infused with delight and lust. He trembled. He shuddered. His wings twitched rapidly. His paws clenched and unclenched. His tail, having unfurled itself, swished back and forth, brushing unknowingly against his dad's own hard member and his hips moved against his father's suckling muzzle.
Murry tried to hold onto the pleasure, relishing it, but when his father's paw clenched down on his balls, the pleasure level in Murry shattered his attempts, and he began to cum, shooting load after hot load of his seed into his dad's sucking mouth. Murry's dad continued to suckle almost greedily, moaning at the taste of the younger dragon's cum. Murry continued his thrashing, shooting again and again and again. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Murry's climax died down, and he moaned, slumping to the ground, shuddering every once in a while as his dad's tongue continued to carress his now sensitive cock.
The older dragon grinned at the moaning, quivering mass of scales that was his son. He continued to lick as he purringly asked, "You liked that, didn't you, Son?"
Murry finally gathered enough energy to meet his father's gaze. He nodded.
"I couldn't help but notice how much you liked it when I had my tongue up your tail hole."
Murry's eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned at the memory, his cock spurting another strand of cum onto his belly scales.
Chuckling, Murry's father licked up that as well, murrrmurrring out, "Would you like to feel something else up your tail hole?"
Hardly believing that he was doing so, Murry replied, "Oh, yessss, pleassse..." Murry wiggled in glee.
Patting Murry's thigh, the other dragon crawled over beside his son, rolling onto his back and lifting the younger, unresisting dragon up to straddle his lap. Murry could feel the dripping tip of his father's cock brush against his tail's hole, the sensation making him moan, his own cock throb painfully. "Are you ready?" his dad asked.
Murry growled in an affirmative, wriggling in his dad's paws, wanting to feel that hard cock buried deep in him, already feeling the wet tip of it brushing teasingly against his hole. His father, sensing the urgent want...urgent need of his son, slowly brought the other dragon down, gently impaling Murry on his shaft. He felt his son tense up when he first started in, but then the other dragon relaxed, squirming against the invading pole, sending bolts of pleasure searing through his system at each of the squirms. Eventually, he reached the completely in point, his seeping pre coating all of Murry's insides. Shuddering, he pulled out of his son.
Murry squeeked, meeped, purrred randomly as his ass was spread open by his father's large, thick cock, the member's entrance filling him with throbbing magnificence. He felt every throbbing vein as it penetrated him, thanks to his father's slow moving. Murry tried to pay him back by rippling his insides against the wonderful organ, eliciting a groan from the cock's owner. Slowly, Murry's dad sped up, his pace quick, but his thrustings smooth and rythymic.
Murry closed his eyes, concentrating on the blissfull feeling of his dad's rod pumping in and out of him. He tilted to one side, leaning against something warm. He peeked through slitted eyelids, and saw he was leaning against his dad's hindleg, just above the paw. Without thinking, though his mind stopped doing that when he first experienced the wonderful, euphoric feeling of his dad's rod enter him, Murry wrapped his arm around the hindleg, drawing the paw closer to his muzzle. He set about kissing and licking at it as soon as it was within range, his tongue wrapping around each of the pawdigits, his teeth working over every succulent inch of scales on the hindpaw. Murry recieved a groand and a shudder as a reward for his efforts, whereupon Murry redoubled his efforts.
The older dragon writhed and squirmed under his son, the feel of his tight as rippling around his cock and his teeth and tongue working his hindpaw over nearly sending him over the edge into his climax. Murry's father increased his thrusting, and Murry, sensing the imminent eruption of his father's cock, clamped down on it with his interior muscles with as much strength as he could muster. This final sensation proved too much for the older dragon, and he roared in ecstacy, slamming into Murry, shooting his cum deep into the writhing, eagerly moaning dragon. Wave after wave coated Murry's interior, the feel of his ass being filled with hot cum from his father's cock making his own member start ejaculating, coating his father's chest. Murry continued to lap and kiss his dad's hindpaw as he slowly drifted down from his climax, his downward spiral slowed by the feel of his tailhole full of dragon cock and dragon seed.
Murry's father looked up at him. "You see why I am the way I am, Son?"
"Yesss, Father," Murry purred back. "I want to be just like you. At first, I thought of myself as just bi, but now I know better."
"Like father, like son, eh, Murry?" his dad chuckled. Slowly, he pulled out of his son. He curled up next to Murry. "You wanna try something else, son?"
Murry turned to face his dad, his paw automatically reaching for the softening shaft. "What's that, Dad?"
The other dragon squirmed a little as Murry's paw contacted his cock. "I have to urinate and I wanted to know if you wanted to try some." Suddenly, there was a suckling force on his tips member. The dragon perked and saw that his son already had his muzzle on his cock's tip. He chuckled, and released his piss, the younger dragon gulping it down as much as he could. What he couldn't get, Murry allowed to splash on his chest. Murry's father groaned as he relieved himself.
When the liquid stopped coming forth, Murry smiled and snuggled up against his father, right between his legs. Sure, he smelt like cum and piss, but at least his father loved him. Murry purrred and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The older dragon smiled fondly at his son as he slept. He nuzzled him softly, running his tongue all around the younger one's body, cleaning off the cum and piss. Then, he curled up with his son, and joined him in happy slumber, content in having spent some quality time with Murry.