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His dragon legs tore through the underbrush, seeking a quiet speed, in vain. Holly branches rustled as he whipped them off; briars nicked his jeans, but gashed no deeper than their green-and-brown camo; the parting gift was a field of loose threads, as if yanked by a cat. Out of breath, taxed by the sprint, he took solace to see the bushes open up in front of him; a few taller hedges in-patchwork, whereupon he could duck, hide and breathe.

Past the narrow stretch, he stood taller, not forcing himself through twigs and low tree limbs. The silver gun he'd clasped fell low to waist-level; his five red fingers on its handle grew less-pink, gripping loosely. One colossal sigh did escape him, cursing in its whoosh the name of his best friend. At least he could know he was in shape; while stamina refilled his lean legs, so too did the ability to whisper full phrases. "Fuckin'... Gung-ho ass... Save some gumption for the other Marines... Not R-'n'-R with me..."

The exertion tested him; he felt a curdle in his low, tight stomach, though sporadic and gone as he recovered. But all he'd done was get his breath back; the problem still approached, strongly tailing him. He expected to hear any second the same rustle, on a dead-heat to find and secure him. For now, he leaned forward, laying palms and clawed fingers on his knees; gasping, less to gulp down air and more to focus, think of where in this jungle he could hide. His head throbbed, and wincing merely dimmed it; then opening his eyes, he looked to his gun, pristine, with no outward sign of its faultiness. His purple nose scrunched to sneer; in lapse of self-control, he tossed it on the mud, to have it clack-clack and rest by a rock. Theo never did much outside his own nature; he should've known that ram would give him a weapon that jammed... Who else but a jarhead would know if a piece was action-worthy. The snafu minutes earlier - where he'd popped out from foliage behind the ram's back, pulled the trigger and sickened himself with its *click*, before diving through the scrub, white-faced and fleeing - had been done to him.

He grew aware of his sweat; it trailed cherry-red facial scales, tiny, cooling stripes. A bird startled him, taking off from leaves high above and reviving his attention. He swung around in search for the most dense, dark cluster of brush, where he might keep invisible. This song-and-dance was done before: let Theo pass him, once, maybe twice, wait for the low, miffed voice to hit his eardrums; calling off the action, after so long of no success and new boredom.

He caught the faintest chime; that oversized zipper on the ram's jeans had snagged a branchlet, and graced the dragon's slitted ears just prior to some rustling. The fact it grew in pitch meant he'd been right, the buffer between them shrank fast; desperate, he dove for the gun, pulling it and himself into the nearest short magnolia. Its glossy, thick leaves would conceal, he hoped in silence, crouching by a smooth grey trunk.

Twenty seconds were the sum between the first sound and him seeing the bushes move, through what tiny views could make it through his lush, green shelter. Right where he'd broken free, so did Theo, appearing just the way he'd imagined. A thick, hard neck had the ram gaze left and right; his yellow eyes were sheer intensity, trained to spot so much as an aphid nibbling a leaf. His arms, the size of some nearby trees, so thick at their forelength in a coat of cream-tan fur, held slightly out from him; his gun, in working order with a healthy magazine, pointed just higher than the dirt. At a second's notice - the quickest hint of where his target lay low - he could pepper that dragon right between the eyes. That's to say if he was unscrupulous... Rules of the game led him to point more honourably, paint was much simpler to wash from the body than the forehead. His pecs hilled up a black wife-beater; the sheer confidence, so self-assured he'd come out the winner, had him shirk the standard camouflage; this, and ragged jeans beneath it, just dared his peacetime-enemy to go for it.

The dragon kept crouched, stiller than sleep, watching Theo scope the landscape. The ram's upper lip stiffened; he checked everything from brush to the cradles of their canopy, to even if the mud surrounding them was deep enough to hide a crafty refugee. Once, he even peered straight through the magnolia, making dragon's blood run cold; but a dearth of motion made even the elite combatant's eyes inadequate. Huffing air behind his top, he paced around all walkable sides, unconvinced that his 'foe' made any tracks beyond. He curled a smirk; by what he knew of his friend's gun, he knew the danger was null, and quiet was pointless. "Kyle, I'd honour ya," he appealed, walking slow by the perimeter, "Stealth ain't something where you skimp. But by now you're getting tired..." His free hand reached down to his lower back; sturdy, beefed-up as the rest of him, it was scratched. "... Oughta take advice from your gun. It knew who's after you. A man's rifle's his tool and his compass."

Kyle took the window, while Theo's back faced him, to roll his sapphire eyes, even lip-sync an answer. "Yeah, play it up, bastard. Thanks to you I'm here to begin with, so call it quits while we're young."

By so doing, his focus strayed from balance; it was nearly lost, and the only compensation was to grab the trunk and steady himself. The magnolia barely shook; before Theo blinked, he'd turned a 180, and his gun was centered straight to Kyle's chin. But the tree's shock ebbed briskly; the dragon went unseen, and all that changed was for that muscly ram to swing his curled horns around a few more times, looking harder.

All to no avail; and by a few more seconds, even the ram's thick legs had shown to loosen up, their girth relaxing. From a battle-hardened stance, he drew straight to a pose more casual; standing all of his six-foot-five height. Still unsavvy of that five-eleven dragon, who sat watching him pace back and forth, right above him. Once, Theo's hand even brushed the same foliage, close enough for Kyle to smell his 'Polo' scent. Dragon's heart hardly slowed from when it nearly beat out of his chest; but calm, it would seem, had come both of them.

Theo looked about ready; as Kyle saw it, the time was oncoming where a truce was announced, and he'd pop out of the tree and scare the bejasus out his pal. And yes, the ram had items to say, as he slowly quit pacing; but it came with a hand moving onto himself, right at the split of his legs; the yellow eyes gazing down, on the crotch he now clasped. His face drew a mix of smile and sneer; neither one the stronger. "Damn... Well, it's fine..." He mumbled warmly, "Just the wilderness, ain't a soul to care."

But however low, Kyle picked up on it; just as his eyes picked up on his buddy, turning slow and loose towards the tree where he lay hidden. It didn't dawn on him at first; not until Theo's hand drew just far enough away that it could latch on his zipper, and pull it down. His eyes shot wide; he stifled a gasp, and realized Theo looked to the side, away from him. Everything rational would have him stand up and surrender; but something had him frozen. The game wasn't off, but neither was it ample cause to sit and take what he observed was happening. His friend, reaching in his jeans, tugged on what lay behind them; and out fell six fat inches of meat, veins running every side, coloured black and in the heaviest dangle. The ram looked forward again, but not high; just straight on his dick, even playing a bit, bouncing its foreskin-hooded tip. Waiting for the flow; chuckling to think that each hand, on the end of his godlike build, held its own type of gun.

Kyle's mind ran away with him; the rest didn't budge. He had no name for what occurred, what kept him there, but the most he could think in logic was to plead with fate, motionless. "Oh fuck, no..." His brow meekly scrunched. "Please... Please don't piss on me..."

Theo's chest emptied its air... The sound proclaimed irritation. Not that he wasn't cool on the day's reconnecting with a friend, no less after months of deployment. Rather, what he'd put aside; the other, unsought option. It was like pulling teeth just for Ashley to calm herself, and take with grace how much longer he'd gone without his bro; why he might choose this for a weekend, as priority, for once. Regardless of her place in his life, or even his vows, impatience took a toll. Of late, she'd been working outside her own favour, what might make him attend her. Argumentative tension, resenting his absence; Hell, who could even know how she tended her devotion? Doubts were so easy to fill him; much moreso than to shake his head, relax and disregard. Kyle was entertaining and a good spend of time; maybe a bit of a complainer, but that could foster laughs in its own right. Wherever he's hunkered, Theo mused, I hope he knows it's been a blast.

Three feet below, one-and-one-half just ahead, the dragon shuddered. It wasn't a shiver, he was warm... Nor disgust, but something so opposite. He was at a loss for himself, sitting still as a statue, having Theo's stream collide with the tree, spraying him and the leaves above his head. Foliage fluttered in the pressure; each one cast down the drops of piss. They trickled by his brow, rilled down each cheek, trailed his neckbone. It could only grow clear to him, once his breath reintensified: adrenaline, a different kind than the thrill of their 'hunt', had his skin crawl rampant pleasure. His snout drew in the smell of salt, a faint lick of beer, as the beefy ram recycled it all over him. More and more of his shirt grew heavy, sopping-wet; a few branching streams invaded his pants, at the front. Some part of him just ached to croak a tiny whimper; Theo's wizz made a swamp of the bulge in his fly; the more he felt warmth stream past his dick, the more it grew. His lip even twitched; fighting new urges, the fag it would make him appear, struggling not to groan like a bitch.

But nothing - no restraint or self-discipline - would remove the phrases in his head. 'Why... Do I just... Fuck, why's it feel so good, havin' him leak all over... The smell when it's right on me... I mean it's comin' out his dick... Goddamn, I shouldn't want-...'

He'd taken all he could in control. His chin dipped, and carried his eyes to study it. Six-point-five inches of dragonhood, making his camo a mountain. He alone knew the red, throbbing rocket that teased him... So rigid, begging for action, wet with his best friend's piss. In looking down, he'd let more of the leaf-drips to his scalp; they wet the back of his collar, still warm, still acrid, salt and hops. He'd seen enough of his dick, poking his zipper; he gazed up, and his eyes were locked on Theo's crotch. The Marine had focus for anything, even when it came to admiring his junk... His hand pushed forward a tad, mounding up a wrinkle of foreskin, admiring how it was sized even soft. His stream abated; less and less each second, while he stood patient, letting it run out, making a narrow, wet line from the tree to dirt and grass beneath his cock. Down to a few last drips, he squeezed forward, shook it off; his huge black meat flung droplets, and the leaves above Kyle sent them down, putting the last they held to his shirt. His chest heaved with panting; he could feel the blood course through his dick. 'So fuckin' hard ', he thought... 'When I hit that 'ho from the diner it didn't go this stiff...'

Knowing what he did, what his body pulled him to accept, that groan finally won a rise past his throat. 'Fuckin' shit, I'm a qu-'

His mind, body and everything were jarred. He saw Theo's lurch, leaning back, pursing one lip and dropping jaw. The red of dragon skin at-once felt cold; the black of his pupils shrank tiny. In his pants - right up against a cold steel fly, what repelled tiny beads of Theo's yellow - every inch of his tool pulsed and screamed arousal. The ram himself could be no further from that. As he began seeing what he'd blindly overlooked, muscles tightened all over him; most of all in his stomach, an empathy for Kyle and his conundrum. So it remained, but fought immense shock and disbelief. "K-Kyle, you... Get outta there, c'mon! "

The pity morphed to nausea; his mind was wracked to process what crazy commitment it would take for Kyle, staying put in the face of what just happened. He didn't budge an inch, just watched in a stupor, while the red, soaked dragon leaned out from the tree, rose slowly to his feet and pattered softly, shamedly forth. All sound above their breath was the light crunch of leaves under Kyle's boot; around it stamped tiny borders, wet patterns, marking how well the dragon had been showered.

The best of Kyle's luck was that in standing, his pants obscured the wood. Otherwise, his judgement was to pass off anxiety, move for a safer reaction; disturbed, uncomfortable and mortified. He held his head down, looking straight-on Theo from the crest of his eyes, telling low, embarrassed phrases. "You don't say a fuckin' word. Crack a smile, and you'll be under the bushes."

Theo didn't pick out the flutter in Kyle's voice. Instead, he went on to fully-dash the bittered request, first with one corner of his mouth upturned, then the other. A swift chuckle escaped him; he raised a fist to his own mouth, trying to restrain. It met with total failure; he pitched forward, launching into laughs, every howl flattening his lungs. Kyle's face, were it not naturally red, would display how he took it.

The ram was 'gone' for thirty-odd seconds... Not so much for what he saw as for the whole idea. A few honest words would herald calming. "You... *ffh*... You win, dude. Got my guard down, you coulda wrenched my gun and sprayed me." He held up a hand, with a half-step forward. "Up top, good game."

Kyle, and his stoneface, left Theo hanging. The ram's hand drifted down; the red, sopping dragon rode more on emotion, flustered and intense. "Fuck your bull, man, that ain't some reprieve. Look at me... Not a patch of skin or clothes you didn't wizz down." Irate, he dramatised expertly, as some fleck of it was genuine; save for what he couldn't well-hide, the slight break between words.

Reaction hit a one-two combo: first Theo's disappointment, brow falling, before his eyes retreated in their lids. His body drew up; the raised posture was himself in resolve; a true Marine, laying down a sage counsel. "Then fuck you for losing it on a mistake. You get riled like this, it just shows the puss you really are. Plus, you..." He paused; a twitch flew above his eyes, where in the back of his mind the pieces didn't fit. "... You coulda got up any time, and just sat there."

Kyle's absorption in the moment harmed awareness, the presence to know it'd be noticed. His neck reeled a tad; he blasted Theo with more, but now-on it could never be as confident. "... The game, man. I came *this* close to an upper-hand, the first time in-"

"How? " Theo sank to full-bicker mode. "You had a broken gun. I ain't even do it, man, you saw me bring three and give you first pick." His hands held up and open, miming his truth. He stepped up; his finger menaced Kyle's snout. "I can't teach you skills, man. Your hope's zilch."

Kyle's mouth twisted to a sneer. What cut deeper than the slam was Theo stepping closer; an intended disregard for personal space. It evaded him that his wood had never dropped, tucked in behind the rolling camo. He did to Theo as was done to him, near-jumping forward, cutting their distance to nil, colliding and pushing Theo back. The power of his anger, how unique and unsettling, just worsened. "You wanna throw down, I'll tie those arms in a pretzel. You Jarheads squeal like a skirt-"

He ended early; it was due to Theo staggering back, a new shock ascribed on his features. Wide mouth, wide eyes, even flare from his nostrils. The ram centered much lower than Kyle's eyes. He spoke; it nearly whispered. "-The fuck? "

It so bit into Kyle's focus, no one could slight him for losing it. The rage would have to wait while he traced Theo's sightline; what he found would be the last thing he wanted.

He knew he'd felt something; a pressure on the pole between his legs, just enough to tingle. When he'd hit Theo, to intimidate, then too had the ram felt something. The form, the length, unmistakeable shape. He learned, in a flash, how a red dragon's dick felt on his own.

Hysteria fed his mind. Kyle, for all his pomp and put-on, hid tremendous things, both figurative and literal. The light 'stamp' had touched him from his own limp dick to just above his stomach; he felt every inch, all the breadth of its soft spines and endpoint. When he could finally shake his head, and look again to Kyle's wretched eyes, it begat only stammers. "You... I mean all th-... How the fuck c'ld... You're a-"

Kyle's throat was parched; sweat streamed down his face through a residue of manpiss. He knew naught else to do but wipe it, and fail his own reply. "It's not what it looks... Bro, I'd never..."

Theo burned with rage. All he could brood on were the hard, heinous facts. While he'd stood there relieving himself, thinking he was alone, his best friend chose to lay low and get pissed on. How long did that faggot get to stare at his dick, hangin' out his jeans while it worked.

But the member, low-hung and ebony, rebutted him. Beneath his denim, caked with mud and dotted with a circle for what he hadn't fully shook, it was stirring. He confronted more jolts. With Kyle in front of him, looking on in alarm at his silence, he knew the implication. His fists clenched, and lunging, he pinned Kyle against the nearest tree. Knuckles dug into dragon's collarbone, and he scrambled to wrench free. But training served Theo well; where he held his less-muscular friend made escape a short-lived dream.

Kyle's heart fluttered; he begged, fearing for his life. "It was STUPID, man, I didn't ask, I didn't want it..."

Theo's eyes were aflame; his lower-lip quaked; even fur seemed to darken, with the skin below flushing. "SHUT your FUCKIN' mouth, I'll make you sorry." He stood awkwardly; having his arm hold straight, restraining Kyle, with all else on him unusually close. One could barely fit an open hand between the crotch of Kyle's pants, where his boner retracted, and Theo's... Where six soft inches creeped up to seven, stirring more, starting to fill with blood that raced by passioned turbulence. "Lied to me all these years!? Every time we hung out, I towed a fuckin' cocksucker!? "

Kyle's resistance surged; the insult lit a fiery scowl. "FUCK you, that ain't me! You think you know a goddamn thing about-"

"How many, you piece o' shit!? " His face encroached on Kyle's. While the shouts would rise in anger, his eyes, independent, slowly lowered. "How many dudes shoved their fuckin' dicks down your throat!? "

"None you bastard, I-" He delayed; there was nothing natural in how far Theo chose to lean; breath from the ram's nose blew on his mouth, even up his scaled snout. "How many split your ass, queer!?... Think that shit's good for you!? " The rage, for what it was, became a panting stream of syllables. Through breathing so close to Kyle, he smelled it; all he'd pissed out on the dragon, ex-beer, stuck to every side of his best friend's hide. "Think I'd let you off for that shit, like you're lucky..." Kyle's brow rose; his eyelids, betraying him, went lazy. "Wh-what? " He could only murmur.

"Said'jur ass is lucky..." The hand that had held Kyle so hard against the tree, slipped loose; fingers curled in, trailing over Kyle's jacket. The shape of pecs reached him; not as deep as his, but very much a presence. "... I... My old lady, she's held out, and I... If..." His breathing worsened; little more than panting, up on Kyle. His hand moved a trail, across the dragon's chest, to sidle it. He looked down; Kyle's pants were tightening again, and he could feel his own at critical; the tool behind them grew more erect each second, pumping hard. His nose, and Kyle's snout, barely touched. He smelled more beneath the scent of his own piss; Kyle, from this close, had the odour of man. Running through the woods, perspiring as they'd chased each other... So distinct. So clearly male, and yet...

... Theo's other arm reached up between them; it guided his hand to Kyle's jacket, by its top button. His other hand met it; slowly, firmly, it began to undo. He was speechless. The best Kyle could manage was a low-pitched. "What're you...", petering to heavy end. Theo's feet were planted, but his hips drifted in to Kyle's, meeting crotches. Both felt the shape of each other, how their manhood throbbed and threw heat, the speed by which they grew and stiffened.

Theo's hands were skilled by maintenance of guns; and so were swift in handling each button, having two undone before Kyle could even sputter a protest. "Dude, I never... I hit gash, that chick at Benny's, she-" It struck him how close their lips had drawn. No instinct could restrain or put it off; his neck, and body, led the way to plant his mouth on that of his comrade.

The ram's hands were half-down the jacket; Kyle's firm, red chest came exposed, would've gleamed in salty glaze had Theo's shirt not pressed into it. They parted lips; Theo tasted the sweet sample of dragon spit, whose own tongue returned bearing morsels of beer and lemon balm. The hardy sheep had listened, hearing Kyle's true mindset in the tone, far apart from shields of reluctance. He spoke at his longtime friend; for as butch and brash as Theo lived, he would leave his ego wanton; they entwined as equals. "She won't hear shit... You won't tell Ashley..."

It was sworn through second kiss... Deeper, both men exploring each other anew, jousting tongues, pressing throbs at their hipbound source. Theo's hands brought the last jacket button to surrender; it fell away behind, putting lean, scaled beef front-and-center. His breath flowed down Theo's neck; looking low, moving digits to the the base of Theo's shirt, he clasped tenderly in claws.

Theo leaned in, halfway-closer to the dragon's ear. "Know what I smell on you, man..."

Kyle's nod was shallow, subliminal; concentration dwelled in his arms, lifting the black top, pulling warm fabric past each canyon and curve of Theo's muscle. "Yeah... You made it." He looked in Theo's eyes, holding his shirt at the crest of pec's mass. "Wanna taste, you take it."

The guess was intuitive. Theo's head moved down, nosing past Kyle's neck, past drips the colour of sunlight. Through his balmed lips - still flavoured of Kyle's mouth - he poked a fat tongue, sliding it out to Kyle's chest, running slow, tracing moist, wayward tracks. The blend was vivid: beer, sweat, piss, a sour tang from man's grunge, sped lushly to his mind in an instant. By now, his throb was vigorous; pulsing, huge behind his denim, taking jeans to their limit. Strength in the knit couldn't hold; as Kyle yanked the top clean past Theo's head, lobbing it away, sticking tongue deep in his maw, sharing their hunger, they felt a small explosion. Theo broke his own fly; the button tore off, ending pressure, permitting massive dick to slide in its new, loose sleeve, slung atop the zipper's brass.

Kyle's face nudged the ram's temple, knowing what happened and scrambling to a selfish view. Gazing showed him a head beyond words; ebony, wide as the canned ales they chugged, a dome emerged from foreskin with pre in a teardrop, placed the same as where that Marine streamed piss through the tree and down the dragon's core. Any thought of restraint or pacing was absent; greedily, pained from the long, pointed pipe walled in his camo, he took Theo's zipper in left hand and released it, shoving right palm around the prize, cradling its girth.

It thanked him with heat, strong in each vein and nine black inches of skin. He preferred mammals, even in the past's many females; smooth, supple hide on all he touched. Only now, he'd find in Theo's cock a power no chick could ever hold... Maybe in its throb, unwrapped from its cover, or just its purpose. The ram's grin aimed groundward; just as Kyle stared on his manhood, he watched with bliss his being fondled, having rough plated hand serve the friction he so wanted, blue jeans hanging from his thighs like a banana's opened skin.

Their foreheads held on each other; Kyle's palm cruised the bulge of his buddy's veins, his lungs heaving for the unexplored crave, ears feasting on the groans he drew from Theo. Ram's abs pushed into him; instinct had the larger male edge forward, thrusting into his hand, uptaking sensory nirvana. As Theo shut eyes, warbling warm notes and sighs, Kyle suffered his underside's restriction; with chest fur brushing his scales, he declared it. "Man, undo me..." Theo listened; shuffling a bit, his pants lost grip and slid to a crumple on his shoes. Kyle saw, but had more to mumble. "It's hurtin'... Get this dick out, it's lonesome..."

Theo's nod strung a whoosh of air, confined by the moment. Kyle had seen him in the past, if only soft at a urinal, covertly; but with their urging, the unforeseen, no telling what awaited him behind that brown-and-green. Kyle wrapped another hand on his monster, praising two-handedly, strokes as loving as he'd ever show his own. How its head enlarged as he yanked to the base of foreskin; how mighty it weighed his hand, and surged blood through such a mass; how his dragon tongue drooped past pointed teeth, holding drool as if wax in a candle's wick. Some span beneath, the ram's hands forced inbetween them, feeling heat in firm red scale of Kyle's stomach, grabbing the camo jeans' fastener. No time for caution; opposed to simply unfastening, he funneled strength in each furry hand and ripped it away. The metal clasp flew off, lost among sticks and leaves. He could only grin wider; with his mind moded primal, it thrilled to know those pants would never again secure, never block him. As the camo dropped, unable to cling on smooth reptile plates, Kyle's meat exposed its glory.

They traded moans, leaving all but pleasure; as the dragon toyed and lusted on his friend's giant cock, Theo set palms and fingers firm on the instrument before him. It lured him to coo, well-impressed... Half-an-inch above seven, such exotic shape, a long, smooth arrow paired with spines to either side of the bulge for Kyle's 'pipeline'. He squeezed, it pulsed on his every knucklepit, past his clutch to its tapered tip... Nowhere was a throb more overt, to rise a full inch with Kyle's heartbeat pumping bliss to extension.

"Fuuuuck..." bayed the dragon, thrusting through the tug like his friend had led, eyes shut and rising to the sky in shafts of tree-filtered sunray. "... Unnngh..." Theo's hand was a force upon him; military mettle, tempered just enough to rake gentle past his spines, making each a spot of separable ecstacy. Their bodies met from collar to abs... Below, Theo stroked him in a curve, so to bring the barbs and head past his warm-blooded tool. Kyle had looked to the sky, overtaken, but the ram kept on the show, tending action as life had attuned him. His groaning beat Kyle's, pushing dick up on his buddy's, orbiting, frotting every side of rigid pipe. For an instant, he peered up to Kyle's face; seeing elevated snout, hearing gasps bubble up his fellow male's gib. A certain pride ignited; something he placed as comraudery; something he'd never know before the contact. 'This is how it is? ' he speculated, gliding manhood on Kyle's, feeling bigger and harder than so much past. 'What the queers get? '

He shoved rod on Kyle's; a ram's mammoth dickhead raked over dragon's smooth rocket, meeting tips, shaking each man in his boots. Kyle meant to shout; instead, he whimpered. "Shitdude, feelslike... OhhhGahhhd..."

Theo doubled effort, the speed by which he stroked and frotted Kyle, groveling loud for his senses to sharpen and remain with him. Tiny, clear trails leaked from each of them, becoming one down their meat, slicking every side of the site. Theo's smile lifted high on one side; something hit his mind, an inkling in-line with exploration. Slowly he retreated; their peckers lay dripping, achingly hard, ideal for his intent. He met their heads, as if kissing the slitholes; steady, his hand slid up his own cock, pulling ripples of foreskin. They watched alike, as the ram's intact hide moved over the dragon's point, and laid a slick cover upon it.

Theo rumbled sounds; they mixed a groan, a gasp and warm laughter. Kyle's throat rasped a trill, light and euphoric; the heat of Theo's cock filled even its tip, and cloaked his own member where most sensitive. Their pissholes pressed together; every pulse of each's girth was like a tiny quake. Every one of them had the other's tool tremble, tiny strikes of pleasure down every inch. Theo's hood, thick and rich with nerves, still could feel no better to him than the heaven it sent through Kyle's inches, like the rod itself was solid bliss.

So the dragon whispered, instinctual and craving to say how it infused him. "Daaaamn... It's like... You're fuckin' my dick..."

Theo's heart skipped a beat, most for Kyle's tone and its raw-goodness. He edged in, fluttering his thumb on the foreskin, short strokes on every side of where they docked. "Yeeaah... Fuuck, y'know... There's even better ways..."

The ram thought of nothing but that dragon cock, unlike his own yet so similar; Kyle's arm surprised him, sinking under their cocks and his hands, where the butch Marine's sack lay pulsating, drawn close to his sultry taint. The dragon's chuckle was a model for deviance; he clamped on those balls a soft squeeze, rolling them, feeling the shape of what Theo's species endowed him. It accelerated splendor, ram's foreskin just as flagrantly pleased in cupping Kyle's head as how it coddled every cell in that dragontip.

Kyle's chest moved in small, fragile breaths; the skinhood squeezed down on his pisshole. His other arm worked faster, brushing Theo's chest, ruffling the fur, resting up on thick pecs and their black oval tips. The ram knew what was imminent, but nothing could explain to him the feeling... Not before Kyle's hand clamped on his nipples, the rough skin twisting and tweaking.

Theo's voice filled the woods. "Shhii-i-iiit... OHHfuuuck..." He dipped for a moment, so slightly; the bliss threatened to take his legs out from under him. In checking it, he shook apart their dock... Though by now, any more in that route would send him off, make him shoot all over. They stood aware that value was endurance, and this commerce should only be the start.

Kyle's teeth were out, every one exposed; the end of reluctance, and replacing it was fierce, thoughtless crave, as if all their years of kindredness had built a flood to be released. "Moan, bro... Rub my fuckin' dick... Gimme yours, up the side..." He put a verse to what the ram continued; then let a groan, while Theo's veins bumped his length, inches three-to-nine upon him with hedonistic friction.

But he gave the ram ideas. Standing tall, Theo focused himself on their rods, letting Kyle's abuse of his chest simply happen... Until the sensation, the bodily peak, could have him wait no more. Another facet of his service life announced itself: adept and accurate, he whipped arms up to Kyle's, parted them, laid a grip on the dragon's shirtless back, pulled down and whipped them to a close, heavy dive. Kyle gasped, hitting the dirt, instantly cooled by dewy leaves. Theo landed as he meant to, on top of his friend, the weight of his core brought to Kyle's by force of gravity.

The force, the jarring of their senses, put each to seek the other's mouth, sharing more tongue, their hardest yet. As Kyle showed glimmer of dominance, it commissioned Theo to retake the moment, channel his manner in the bedroom. He barely stayed on Kyle's face, drawing back his soft lips from Kyle's tougher set... He was prompt, and moved for what he knew would drive them wild. Sitting up, his legs above Kyle's, he brought no distance to the pose of their hips. Each male's trousers hadn't left their ankles; the shirts were in a heap some yards afeld. Their naked loins, throbbing with an untold want, met again. Theo's strength came into play; his thrust slid a pure might on Kyle's dick; they filled each other's ears with howl, and Theo's clear lube brought the dragon's pipe a smoothness like latex. What little thought could rally for Kyle, told that his stud-of-a-friend screwed like a horse; nearly hung like one, and already he fucked the dragon's dick like a porn king, sending both to waves of goosebumps, like their own bodies climaxed long before their equipment.

Theo's voice raised; though it boomed, the pitch was only low, a buffet to Kyle's ears, untempered masculinity. "Fuckman... GODitfeelsgood... I want... I fuckin' want..."

"Y-yeeaaahhhh? " Kyle chirped back, hoping the sound wasn't as a bitch, though as Theo had him feel.

The ram set hands on red, smooth hips, locking down an anchor. So quick it had Kyle reeling, he shot back, sliding rigid ram cock down dragonhood like one would strike a match. His one pause, was to watch the reptile seize, raise his neck and moan, the throb in his dick unspeakable; then, it went to slipping rod down Kyle's gooch, painting pre on his prostate in the width of penstroke, headed right for the open tailhole. It was rough, tight, but clammy; and like Theo's, virgin. He could've gone steady, attentive and compassionate; but even their hunger hadn't blinded him. As he poked its end, he knew just what he was doing; his decision was to tighten hip-anchor, flash a grin, and shove brutal.

Kyle's back arched; his throat wheezed in spurts, clicking, empowered for no more. Though it was given reckless, a rigid, pulsing monster made to stretch his hole, putting his lower core to bulge, there came with it no spit or command. Simply rough, strong fucking, to hollow Kyle's cave, twitching every muscle within him; no implied submission, but the meeting of two males, taken up in the abandon that eked from every word they spouted.

Theo's core drew in; how he worked the dragon's ass, how it gave more with every punch of his girth and head, had his own breath restricted. "Shiiit... Ohhh, maan... Unnghh..."

Kyle craned his neck; a thorned scalp rest on the littered leaves, digging in with passion. His teeth grit tight as the entry Theo bashed. "RRrrghh... Hit it man, ohhhHH-H-FUCKyou'rehuge..."

Theo's groan slipped by a growing smile. His eyes lit on the action; watching his mass slide out of Kyle, then cruelly back in, like beams of ecstacy shot through his every inch. An urge - one more familiar - had worked into his mind. "Yeeeeaahhh... Take that shit... Nnngh... Fuckin'slut for a big gun..."

"You... Ohhnng, you got it, man... T-tear... OHHH... Tear it uuuup, bro..." He struggled to confirm it past the flail and sore bliss Theo injected. His body found trouble, taking Theo at the onset... But as it loosened, as the pain could subside, so too could his arm slide down a sweaty red core, find his throbbing meat and start jerking. His pre went from drip to trickle; one hand became two, his ten lithe digits yanking up on his meat, affirming how they begged him to tug on their span.

The ram's smile lifted to a sneer... Working Kyle's cave, breaking in, full of ego as he'd always be. What he saw, meanwhile, still was new... In his utter zeal, his mouth released tidbits as they came to him. "Ahhhhduuuude... Beat it, yehhh, like... I beat in... Your ass..." He thrived on Kyle's tremble, strongest in the tail, as the ram's heavy sack dragged on its underskin. His want to spray a load only heightened; but as the boom left his voice, the blistering pace fell in behind it. Kyle could barely whine, focused on stroking pleasure through his seven-and-more herp rod; at best, he looked up through tiny cracks in closed eyelids, and breathed just so to make known he wanted Theo to proceed. The ram saw; he wore the sort of smirk only seen from a serviceman.

But he had his own plans. Pulling out, watching his dick leave his buddy's tailhole, feeling Kyle clench and quiver around it, he took its mass in his hand, holding high the very moment it exposed. His body dove; two furry fists hit the dirt, stirring twigs and tiny seedlings by his kneel. From the knuckles, he pushed forth; in Kyle's surprise, his hands sank off his tool, resting close. Again, Theo's monster cock would glide over Kyle's, filling veins with sensation, meeting two versions of uncompromised manhood. Theo's left arm outstretched to Kyle's shoulder; it picked up, drew him in to the ram's chest; having Kyle look up to him, huffing through his snout and the valley of deep mammal pecs.

The Marine put intent through a simple, straight sentence, gasping up top and throbbing below. "I wanna know.. How a dude can suck."

He caught Kyle positively; dragon's eyes danced with the notion, though also quickly cut away in doubt. "My... My asshole, man, you just-"

"-I just want to feel your mouth down my cock." More and more of Theo, what Ashley knew from brighter days, was out and in charge. He pushed Kyle's head into his chest; heat and firmness of the beef had all the dragon's reticence dropped. "Man-up. You'd only taste where I fucked you."

It was on. Theo let himself fall, in the way of his rear, once more catching with his fists. Kyle tried nothing to guard himself, but only dipped down Theo's chest, past his abs, poking forked tongue to taste the fur in passing ram's navel. Fast as any thought - maybe that of Kyle's yielding, bringing self to submit - he worked down Theo's upper loins, and tasted the sweat of ram's base. He leaned back; all nine inches swept under his chin, and his tongue's tip on each as they sped by. He could already smell it; the musk of his own rear, so fresh on Theo's meat, what had taken his cherry. To say he craved it would simplify; to say the drool flooded his mouth, and a deep, rakish moan hit Theo's ears, would do justice.

Kyle's eyes were shut; his muzzle, spacious by kin, still wrenched around his friend's godly size. But the head was taken in, and bit-by-bit, Kyle pulled the ram's snake deep in his throat.

"Ohhhhgeeeezuss..."

Theo's horns lowered, a counter for his rising chin. What he felt down below sent shivers up his spine; Kyle's mouth was watertight on his unit, finding utter sensitivity... Not even the sworl of pre and drool could leak past the dragon's gums, foregoing all else but to suckle his bud's mass. Though hidden from sight, Theo felt every trace of what Kyle sent through tongue; whipping his cock with its long, forked anatomy, hugging the veins in a spiral. Theo's stomach bent in; the abs flowed as a wave, a way for the Marine to weather what he took on every inch. Kyle moaned as a hum on his member; his had no such muffle, and sent through the spacious woods, under shades of green. What they shared in that moment, was unfettered twitch in many of their fingers; as Kyle tasted his hole, and the salt on Theo's trophy, his 'coating' hit the ram's nose, a stank of gold, the long-processed beer that had bathed him. Acrid, strong, it so enriched their actions; Theo's dick was stiff as their paintguns, but by scent, it throbbed faster.

Kyle bade more than suction; he tightened muscle in his neck, and pulled, as if Theo's cock was a part of him, joined gums-to-glans. The tongue, a willing prisoner to the ram's girth, pulsed out and in, crunching down its spiral just to open out again, whisking every speck of every side of Theo's pole. The ram forced a look downward; of himself, he could see only a peek of the root; all else was in the clutch of his best bro's greed, lusting and loving on taste, scent and the motion of ram's body, how evident the bliss he caused that serviceman.

Theo breathed in sputters, resembling how he spoke. "S-sss... Suck harr-rd-dd, man... Fuuuck yeah... Gonna steal that nut... Make off with my..... Sticky......" He hadn't the power to finish; as if all control and ableness was pulled through his dick, like the ropes of pre his rod gave so readily to Kyle, who lay low, dick throbbing in his hand, enamored.

Each new deed was a prize all its own, most deeply to Kyle; how huge it felt down his tongue... The veins, their coursing arousal evoking only manhood, purest potency... A steady stream of pre, the light, scrumptious sour down his throat, calling to fact how much his dick would shoot when taken over. He'd known like any male, the penis and its will: once sent any pleasure, it begs to be satisfied. His own begged him, with his hand stroking its rigid flesh to-the-arrowhead. He now learned, by the push on every part of his mouth, the insistence of another man's dick. He gulped more pre; it seemed to refuse an end, and confirmed every clue that it would blow as massive as it grew. His mind was harnessed; roped in by the spell, the strength of those inches. Nothing came over him but crave, and joy, and filth. 'Goodddamn I want his jizz... Hope he howls while I suck down that cream... Bet he peaks like hell, with his balls gettin' emptied... Only thing I'd want more... The one place... If he goes back..."

Theo, turned on to only his dick's unholy pulse in Kyle's gob, still had open eyes to see the dragon. What he caught was more than the stiff red neck, or eyebrows arching with the reptile's devotion, throating his knob so deep and hard... But a quake, a spasm by the root of that tail, not missed or mistaken. Theo's maw gaped... A single drop of drool clung under it, like leaves of the tree still holding licks of his piss. "K-Kyle, man... You wanna turn the ground white..."

Everything in Kyle's body shook, as did his lips, now tracing Theo's girth up and down, truly worshipping.

Theo went on; the rumble in his beef shook the spit from his lip, to splash the crest by Kyle's eyes. "Want that blowin' finale... Make us cannons, shootin' all that load out... You want mine on... Your fuckin' body? "

Kyle's chest went concave; his tail whipped the dirt, tongue hugging Theo's dick like a boa.

Each saw the other as equal; but as a twinkle hit the ram's eye, for the first time he pulled as Kyle had: away.

The sound as they parted was wet; the feel in Theo's dick, streaking up his spine, had him shake the trees with a howl.

He pounced. In mere seconds, he'd reached under Kyle, threw him up by the shoulder blades, grabbed his arms and shoved down, leapt on top the instant Kyle slammed the ground, wrapped furry mitts on Kyle's ankles and lifted. Throughout, the dragon's face was shock and awe; but knowing what awaited him, a groan was all he gave to Theo. He lay helpless; back on the dirt, ass and tail just above, legs held high in Theo's grip, his dick in throb and leak down his stomach. He saw the ram's look, his intensity. He knew it would hurt, and that it would be heaven.

Theo opted for a slow means. First, looking down the length of Kyle's body - and sorely-firm spear - he sank his head's tip in the pucker. He crossed grin and sneer; the tension was reduced, leavings of his own aggressive breakin. The girth slid wonderfully, like connecting two matched ends... Kyle's hand started up again, and with his whimper, the ecstacy refilled his wanton tugging.

Ram was in the zone; he kneeled to so easily push forth, filling dragon's ass, returning as if on a spring. Every thrust was smooth, strong, carried so deep into Kyle; for a few breaths, the ram's head made pivots to the sky, groans and winces in-time with his work. Beastly drive remained, but conditioning was done... He, and his butch, submissive comrade, cashed in adrenaline for a steady, deep zest. He tensed those arms, lifting a smooth red body so to ram his club with skill. Kyle lay joined to him, in more ways than position would convey.

Accordingly, his chin set to dip; he looked on his friend, the male he knew. Attention geared to Kyle's hand, loving on his own stone-rod, milking droplets of pre. "Maaaan..." A part of it was heat; clearly reflex for the paradise. But part wasn't.

Kyle - even laid back, mewling, thirsting for more of Theo's dick so fully given, so tight on his prostate - worked up an answer. "Y-yeeaahh-hh-h? "

"N-nice pipe... I thi-NNNgghh.. I think..."

Kyle's hand tugged faster... Already, it felt so close. "W-wut, man... Ohhhyeeeahhh... Wut's on y'... Ohhhhdaammnn..." He split the gap between manful chat and a true whore's unmeasurable want.

Theo's pumping strengthened; heels dug in the loam, and with every second his nuts brushed harder, side-effecting a teabag to Kyle's supple tailbase. He would act before humouring the reply... Quick and finessed, he reached out, and bumped knuckles on Kyle's. At first the dragon kept on, enrobed in self-attending rub; but a second, harder swat to his hand twitched his gut, and had the arm fall limp to his abs. In the same, heaving breath, Theo reached even further; and now he'd speak his intent. "I'll take that over."

He wrapped a fist around it, feeling for the first time how it boomed with pulse, like screaming back at his hand to crank it. No time was put to easing on; he sped to stroking it, holding tighter, pulling faster than Kyle himself had. The dragon's head atrophied; his lower half stayed tense, while Theo butted in a monster length. But from chest-up, he fell disabled, defenseless, letting breezy cries as Theo worked his tool. The ram gazed on it, fixed on every inch, a rock of man in his palm that ached to cum, no less than his own blessing. He shoved in, pushing Kyle's innards, sending joy through every vein with every thrust. The ram, the dragon, in their gasp and glaze of sweat, lay close enough to taste the thought of climax.

"O-one more time..." Theo struggled to murmur, stabbing huge cock into Kyle, thriving on his pal's subby echo.

"Time t-... T'whaa-aat, bro? " The dragon whined back to him, his weight juggled on the ram's huge arms, his toes and fingers stiff as his meat.

Theo moved again; he could barely stop the delight, manhandling his bud, sliding out and pulling Kyle in by the ankles. Only now, he'd put himself in motion; carefully falling over Kyle's legs, back-to-the-soil, sidling up and all-but-throwing the reptile's back onto his pecs. Kyle's ardor, and blood rushing to his tool, had him delirious; next he knew, he lay spooning the ram, their chins and cheeks together, his ass once more at mercy of Theo's arms. A distant bird sang mating calls; by their duration, Kyle cried out, having his hole recaptured. Theo's hand squeezed his cock its tightest yet, as the hulking Marine pushed by his tail, re-entered with a blitz, and fucked him from below.

The dragon's back, and ram's chiseled front, were as slices of bread enclosing sweaty sheep fur. Theo plundered his friend, shoving hard up his ass, paving a route that would never regain its tautness. Both fuzzed hands lay on Kyle's cock, in squeeze and coordinated crank, laying pressure in time with dragon's throb. The red scaled body lifted, put upwards by the force of Theo's hips... By just inches each time, but it felt like being held to the sky, exposed and shown in how his friend had turned him out. His jaw fluttered, as if chilled; few things could have his chest quit its wobbly expansion, pulling air as unstable as the whimpering moans he pushed out. Theo's head stayed high; through focus, and pleasure, and breaking the lesser-built dragon, he kept an upper lip stiff as the nine dark inches.

"Ohhhhhfuuuuck..." Kyle sniveled, at the mercy of his bounce on Theo's rod.

The ram's legs smacked his uke's, upper-thigh-to-lower; muscle hit muscle; a huge, thick manhood stole into Kyle's hole time-upon-time. "Rrrghh... Unngh, take... That shit... Fuckin'... Scream what I do't'yh'..."

"Ohhhnnrr-r-h-h... OhGodman... Hit it... Theo... FUCK me..."

"Nngh... NNNgh... Want my... Gawdamn... Loads..."

"FUUUCK, MAN..."

Kyle lay so close to finish, but the sound wasn't peak; it prefaced his chin and jaw's swing left, turning to the space by Theo's lips. His mind had no part in this, but to bring the involuntary move, planting maw on Theo's, laying into the ram, shoving tongue in to meet and marry with his bud's. Neither the Marine nor his best bro had known a kiss to this level; swapping pushes, each one's oral muscle invading the other in turn, exploring their differences, relishing their tastes, drunk on each other to the point that words would fail. As it went on, Theo only bore stronger; Kyle's tender ass was drilled, knowing now like his own tail how Theo's veins raked past the stinging pucker. What hurt most for Kyle were his own shallow abs; made to flex and tense for so long, they stung him even more.

Ram and drake left each other's lips. Kyle wailed, and writhed, and felt the rise in force before Theo could even vocalize. But the sub's slitted ears kept sharp, Theo's monster flushed its hardest, and the woodlands were a tunnel to amplify the cries, beastly and exploding from the ram.

"AGGHHH... AAAAHHHHSHIIITI'MGOOOIINNN'OOOFFF!!!! "

Kyle's neck flew back; only Theo's shoulder staved recoil. Cream exploded into dragon ass; under Kyle's stomach, Theo's cock plunged into orgasm, fucking jizz so deep in the reptile. Ram's jaw locked open; his teeth shown out, brow tightened, throat slammed the air with virile screams. The ear of Kyle's closest to this would ring; his chest, and all else of his core, would writhe and shimmy like plywood in a gale. Below his abs, so much of what lay within him filled fast; it sent waves of euphoria, by this and to know he was flooded with Theo's sperm.

Shot after shot, each one driving a thrust, every drop caught and shoved deep by such a monster cock. Theo's reasoning fled him; crazed by the intensity, the abandon, he dove his maw to Kyle's neck and latched down with teeth. The dragon wailed; instant pain, beneath the ears which still received Theo's shout from his gritted, biting chops. Twenty loads, and still the ram fucked loads of white, such a wondrous feeling to crawl up Kyle's innards. Rawest ache in the dragon's neck and ass, with purest bliss in his dick and deep under his navel... Theo repositioned and crunched on Kyle's neck even lower, a mouthful of meat by wing-and-shoulder-blade, and all the while, tugged and massaged his friend's pipe. Just as he'd put out in reverse, he felt the critical expansion in dragon's dick, and only then did his brobud send volleys of whining, leaning in by Theo's horn, so submitting to the glory of his climax.

"Ohhhhhhh-h-h-h it's cooomin' maaAA-AAN!! "

For as hard as Theo's dick shot into him, the pointed drakerod went head-to-head with its force. From the arrow-tip, beams of seed shot out, first hitting Kyle's chin, then Theo's nose. Too quick to count, flying all up and down the dragon's height as it reclined against Theo's. Both men fought moaning battles, unleashing their cum, Theo's stored tight in that tailhole and Kyle's spraying all of them its targeting could reach, lured on by Theo's hand and its polishing. One rope sent so far as to splat the ram's horn; it slid down the tough curve, so many of its brothers still rocketing from Kyle's rigid fuckblade. The drake simpered, unquit from his bob on Theo's abs, shaken in a climax so hard it raced tingles through the hide of his scalp. The ram beneath him, hosing inside that twitching asshole, took his crest with identical passion; fur stood on end, from his stout calves past the pit of his mountain-chest, and the much-hairier bends below his arms. Sweat in that pair of pits held in; his hands lay low, taking Kyle's advantage, cranking that spear as it stood spitting bullets of cream, soaking their forms and bringing Kyle to paramount yelps.

Theo proved to be the most backed-up; as they dove into another kiss, tranced in each other's heat and scent, he still lasted in filling Kyle through the dragon's own peak, though his moment began so much sooner. Kyle, just now regaining what came close to his senses, aided his friend; sliding down the ram's pecs, enhancing the shoves, rewarding for such generosity. Theo's yell surged for a moment; then, with each of them leaking the last thick stragglers, it receded.

They collapsed on each other, spent and limp; Kyle's tail made a course up Theo's thigh, a gingerly rub on the side of his asscheek, one of so many muscles that had given what Kyle held deep inside of him. Sluggish, feeling heavy by the extra quart of mass by his stomach, the dragon's eyelids cracked. He realized he faced straight to Theo; by the ram's temple, where he might see the hue of his eyes.. But also to see the dangling thread, a rope of pearl by the end of Theo's horn.

He edged back, slow and tawdry up the ram's chest; leaned the nape of his neck on Theo's shoulder blade, and shot out his tongue. Just enough of his own semen to spread the taste along his tongue and gum, while Theo sighed, warm and sated. He knew the sound, while Kyle moved that rope to his throat and swallowed... Somehow it was grander from this male, than from those otherly-gendered to precede him.

Primitive urges had seen them through to here; but though it crumbled boundaries, they would have to think again, have to make eye contact. As they did, mugs aglow in cheer, a look glossed over them. Quick, almost as laughter that's suppressed, but it broke the ice by which they start to speak again.

Kyle's hand reached down to his buddy's haunch. He held it firmly, manfully; they stayed in their spoon. "Shit, dude... You wanna tell me what I say to the clique back home? "

"Fuck if I know." It came from Theo flatly, and genuine. He swirled fingers under Kyle's softening dick, toying with the slit where emerged. Watching the herp's maw purse reactively, he stifled the slight impulse of chuckle. "You wanna tell me where we go from here? Or Ashley... The hell's gonna happen with us..."

"Heh..." It struck Kyle how they might affct each other, or already had. The notion of trouble, however, had a short life. "... I can say this. No matter what goes down..." His pitch was soft; masculine, but sweetened. "... You got a place to let it bleed. Drop the hassle."

"Drop somethin', I'm sure."

Kyle's head rest by his ear; the grin expanded by his vocal cords. "Preach it."

Theo sighed, and snickered. "How 'bout that... We finally know what you can do."

"Alright, sermon's over."

This is ended.