Storm Drain
"What am I doing?"
Max clenched his fists, his heart pounding so fiercely that he thought it might explode. Run away, run away, every fiber of his being screamed. He hadn't been seen yet. It was past four o'clock on Friday, all the teachers and administrators were long since gone, and by all rights, he should have left for home an hour ago. Why had he stayed around where it was dangerous? This wasn't his fight. It didn't involve him. He couldn't win, anyways! Run away!
"I can't run," he said with a finality that his body with all its might fought to ignore. The red panda adjusted the blue scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and pushed his bent glasses back up the bridge of his snout. From his hiding spot just around the corner of the school gym overlooking the courtyard, he could hear familiar voices rising. He peeked around the corner to see the pit bull, Derik, and the cheetah, Tyler, advancing on Erii. The dragon had been cornered; his back pressed against the cool steel of one of the temporary overflow buildings that had been set up over the grass by the parking lot.
The advance of the two teenagers was put to a sudden and unexpected halt when Max bolted at full speed, pushing past them and blocking their path to Erii by outstretching his arms. "Leave my friend alone!" he demanded, a scowl on his muzzle.
Tyler and Derik glanced at each other, confusion marking their muzzles at first, only to be replaced by great amusement seconds later, and they joined in a laugh at Max's expense. "Hey, Erii, you got Criesalot coming to your rescue now?" the pit bull asked, looking over the red panda at the dragon. It wasn't a difficult feat; both the more athletic boys stood over a head taller than Max.
"You shut up!" Max demanded and even all three boys recoiled in surprise. The red panda glanced behind him at Erii. Now that he was closer, he could see a trickle of blood rolling down the dragon's snout, leaving a slight but noticeable stain on the boy's hoodie. Of all the things that had been done to him, none left him more furious than seeing that blood. "Assholes... Hey, are you okay? Get outta here, I'll hold 'em off, okay?"
Erii wiped his nose clean and gave the red panda a smirk. "Heh, your funeral!" he said before bolting.
"Hey, get back here! We're not fuckin' done with you!" Tyler yelled, his legs tensing up to sprint after Erii, but the cheetah did not expect a red, cream and brown furball to intercept and crash into him, sending him tumbling to the ground just a second after he'd started running. Though inertia allowed him to rolled right back on to his paws, Tyler whirled around and snarled at Max instead of pursuing after the dragon, and the red panda swallowed, the consequences of his actions becoming increasingly clear. "Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? You got a death wish?"
"Fuck you, guys," Max retorted. His heart beat so quickly that his chest ached, but at the same time, the adrenaline rush was insane. He felt stronger and faster and braver than he'd ever been before, and even cursing was a lot easier now. His breaths were short and shallow, and he felt dizzy. "You guys keep picking on everyone. I'm not gonna let you do it anymore, especially when it's my friend!"
"You're really friends with that little shit?" Derik started approaching from behind and Max glanced over his shoulder before turning to face him. A familiar sense of apprehension started to return when he realized that he'd effectively trapped himself. There wasn't an avenue of escape that didn't involve moving in closer to either the pit bull or the cheetah.
"Don't call Erii that!" Max demanded, though his voice had lost much of the force it once had, wavering and unsettled now. The sound of cracking knuckles appeared directly behind Max, and the red panda spun to find Tyler's muscular chest directly in front of his snout. Out of sheer reflex, he took a step backwards, and backed directly into Derik. Without thinking, he immediately tried to rabbit, but the pit bull reacted quickly and grabbed Max's arm, pulling him back. "Let go!" he cried out, squirming, but Derik grabbed his other arm and bound them painfully behind his back. Max winced, the rush of his adrenaline draining quickly and leaving him growing steadily more frightened. He writhed and squirmed, but could not break free of the stronger dog. The first onsets of panic began to creep in. "Let go of me, you assholes!"
"You got mouthy all of a sudden..." Tyler grabbed a pawful of Max's soft curly hair and tugged, the sharp pull on his scalp causing the red panda to squeal out in pain. "It's really starting to piss me off. I fuckin' hate mouthy twerps."
"I didn't do anything! You--"
"Shut the fuck up!" Derik growled, tightening his hold, and Max grimaced, barely able to keep himself from crying out again. His gut churned with a plethora of emotions, from fear and anger to weirdly enough, relief. At least Erii had gotten away, so maybe it was all worth it.
In all the years he'd been picked on, no bully had ever seriously beaten him up. He'd been pushed into lockers, knocked down, and once he'd been forced to walk into a pole, but somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he'd naively thought that it couldn't have been too bad. Everything he'd been through had been tolerable to a point. When Tyler's fist slammed into his stomach, Max very quickly realized his own arrogance. Time seemed to stop as his brain failed to comprehend the immense amount of pain he was in. His legs went limp and started to buckle, and somehow, he'd forgotten how to breathe. His eyes lost focus, and when he'd finally started to regain his senses, he was laying face first in the ground, cradling his aching stomach. Unable to even speak, he started coughing and wheezing.
He felt pressure on his shoulder and had barely surmised that it was someone's foot before he was rolled on to his back. The red panda started to curl up again, but someone grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and scarf and tugged him back up to his feet. Somewhere inside him, formed by years of humiliation and catalyzed by the sudden spark of pain, was the will to speak up, premature and infantile, but existing nonetheless. "You guys..." he growled through pants and gasps, "are ass---"
He didn't get the chance to finish before Tyler's fist rushed towards his face. He didn't feel the impact. He didn't hear the sickening crack of the fist bludgeoning into the side of his muzzle or see his glasses flung from his muzzle by the force of the blow. He didn't recognize that acrid metallic taste of blood as it trickled from his nose into his mouth, and he didn't feel the ground rush to meet him again.
It wasn't until he heard a faint voice, calling for him in the darkness that he finally began to feel, and while those sensations were dull at first, the closer to consciousness he drew, the more apparent, and painful, they became. He was hoisted into a sitting position, in a daze, his arm looped around someone's shoulder. The sting on his muzzle came first, and he tentatively clutched at it with his paw, wincing when it stung even more. "O-oww..." he groaned, forcing his eyes shut. Even in the shadow of the temporary structures, the afternoon light was too bright and only caused him more pain.
"Hey, you okay, dude?" a familiar voice called out.
"I... I think so..." the red panda responded, rubbing his temples and blinking, testing the light. "How... how bad is it, Erii? Where're my glasses?"
"Not bad but your face is gonna be fucked up for a while..." Erii unhinged Max's arm, letting the red panda support himself. He handed Max the bent frames; the left lens had been knocked completely free and couldn't be inserted unless the frames were realigned. Max tucked the damaged frames into his jacket chest pocket. "But that shit was so stupid. I could've gotten out by myself, ya know. Why'dja do that?"
"Cause we're friends, right? That's---" Max groaned and covered his muzzle with his paws. The pain radiated from his gut and snout to every other inch of his body. "Oww... that really hurt..."
"You got yourself punched in the face cuz ya thought we were friends?" Erii perked an eyebrow. "You a fuckin' moron?"
"W--?" Erii's words bounced through Max's head several times. "W-what?" Each time he heard them, repeated them, he felt a blow far harder and more vicious than the one that just before, and even Tyler's fist couldn't have ever compared. Even though he was sitting, he suddenly felt a wave of vertigo, as if he were looking over the edge of a cliff or a tall building. "But... but you said...."
"I mean, no offense, you're kinda cute or whatever, but that gryphon friend of yours was gonna kick my ass if I didn't say sumthin'! Besides, who the hell wants to be around a crybaby all the time?"
"C-cause... that's...that's what I am, huh?" Max tried. He tried as hard as he could. He'd promised himself, promised that for the sake of his mom and dad, he'd never cry again, but this... this was more than he could handle. The tears flowed freely as if a dam had opened its floodgates. The drops, larger and heavier than they'd ever been before, streamed down his face, flowing across his muzzle until they dripped on to his scarf. "Just... just a big crybaby...."
"Plus, it's kinda not healthy to be around ya..." Erii said, not yet noticing Max's soured mood. "I mean, if people pick on you all the time what kinda shit do you think they'd do to me if I started hanging around you? It's already happening and all I did was fuck you!" he said, nudging Max with his elbow. When the red panda didn't join in his humor, the dragon finally glanced over to see him sobbing. "What the fuck? Seriously, dude... ok, stop it! Aww, geeze, fuck! I was just kiddin' around!"
"I can't stop it, okay?!" Max yelled, jerking his shoulder away when Erii tried to reach out to him. "I mean, I get it! Nobody likes me! I just thought... I hoped... but you just... just... fuck you, okay?! Fuck you!"
"C'mon, man...."
"Just leave me alo--gah...." Max tried to stand, but his stomach cramped and he fell back to the ground. The impact caused his jaw to snap close, jarring his muzzle and making it hurt that much more. He gingerly cradled his muzzle with one paw while tending to his stomach with the other. "Oww..." he sobbed quietly.
Erii fell back against the grass, looking up into the sky. It was a cool gray day, but the chance of it raining was slim. The dragon tucked his claws into his hoodie and sighed. "You really thought we were friends, huh?"
Max wiped his scarf across his muzzle, but only succeeded in smearing the tears into his fur. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop the deluge gushing from his eyes. "Chris told me... he told me I shouldn't trust you. He said you were just fuckin' with me." The red panda clung to the scarf tightly. "I told him that you were cool and that you weren't really a bad person. I told him how I listened to your jokes in Biology and how you were really funny, but you're right. I'm just a fuckin' idiot."
"I was just talkin', dude. Don't have to take it so personally."
"So what? Freudian slip?"
"What's---"
"You're an asshole! Everyone I've ever met is an asshole! I didn't do anything to you guys, and you all treat me like shit!"
"Hey, at least I'm trying to apologize to you! I mean, fuck. I'm not very good at this, okay, so ya could at least stop cryin' for a sec!"
"Sorry to be such a huge inconvenience," Max grumbled.
"Oh, fuck me... Maybe if you weren't such a big baby and haf'ta take everything so personally, this'd be easier!" Erii ran his hand through his hair, scratching in frustration. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd ever apologized, and this was the first time he'd ever done so willingly and without having been told to first.
"Why do you care if I cry or not? Not like you're any different than them, right? You call me that stupid fuckin' name all the time just like them, and I always had to swallow that down and ignore it. I don't even know why I...." Max stopped himself and started wiping his face with his scarf again. His fur had grown slick with his tears, and his scarf proved itself ineffective at drying.
Erii threw up his hands and let gravity slap them against his legs. "Oh my fuckin' god! I already said I was sorry! What? What do I gotta do to prove it to ya?"
Max glowered at the dragon. "I don't know! It's not my problem, and if I told you, then you'd just be trying to do it just so you can fuck with me again!"
"Oh, for fucks' sake!" Erii threw his hands up in defeat and rose to his feet. "Dunno why I'm even bothering, but fine, whatever. Stand up and I'll prove it to ya," he said, offering his claw towards the red panda.
Max glared at Erii's hand for a second, but something inside of him wouldn't let him just knock the claw away. That spark, a mix of curiosity and hope, overrode his frustration, and he accepted the gesture. Erii tightened his grip and helped the boy to his feet, steadying Max when the red panda started cramping and threatened to fall again. "Okay?" Max asked rather hostilely, blinking away several tears. Without his glasses, his eyesight was already poor, and crying had left everything a blurred mess. He could make out Erii and everything within about ten feet, but everything else looked like amateur watercolors.
"Just shut up and follow me. It's like twenty minutes away." The dragon started forward, tugging Max along with him. They moved away from the school, leaving through one of the back alleys and emerging on to the service road that ran parallel to an elevated highway. For the most part, they walked in the shadows of fifty-year old buildings made of brick instead of concrete, with clouded windows that were on the verge of breaking. The two boys followed the road up an incline before Erii led Max off the sidewalk on to a grassy field. After another five minutes of walking, he finally halted. "Ya know where we are?"
"By the river, right?" Max rubbed his eyes. The river had a peculiar fetid smell that often washed over his apartment with the south-bound winds, and four years ago, he'd complained incessantly about it. Now that he'd gotten used to it, it wasn't so bad, almost comforting and familiar. His cheeks had flushed slightly from the extended time spent holding Erii's hand, and while he tried his best to stay angry at the other boy, his frustration mostly radiated away. His tears had dried finally, though he still ached in his muzzle, his gut and deep inside his chest.
"Alright, here it is..." Erii said, nodding towards a storm drain half-buried into the ground. The concrete surrounding its mouth had long since crumbled to the forces of nature thanks to lack of maintenance. The dragon knelt and entered into the concrete tube, over four feet in diameter, and Max followed shortly afterward. The red panda's eyes didn't need to get used to the dark; moments after he ducked into the storm drain, Erii let an old oil lantern with a lighter, illuminating what proved to be a surprisingly cozy abode. The bottom of the drain was layered in old sheets tracked with the footprints of sneakers, and there were several cushions scattered about. Empty and used paint cans, scraps of paper, candy and fast food wrappers and cups, and other trash littered the place.
What caught Max's eyes, though, were the plethora of comic books. "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, sinking down on to a cushion and picking up one of the graphic stories. They weren't particularly well maintained, with torn pages and water damage, but the red panda didn't care. "I didn't know you were into comics! Oh, wow, you got 'Irredeemable'?! I love Mark Waid! What'd you think of the Plutonian? He's like Superman but not nearly as lame!" He started looking around at some of the other comics. "You got any of the other issues? I've only looked at the first issue when it was at the library," he said, his frustrations forgotten, replaced entirely with pure enthusiasm.
"Uh, yeah, maybe..." Erii slumped against another cushion and folded his arms. "I'm not a collector or anything. They're just some trashy comics I found a while time ago. My dad was gonna throw them away." The dragon's eyes narrowed and he smirked at the thought of his father. "I just read 'em cause my dad hates 'em. But whatever, sometimes I just wanna get away, ya know? So I can do my own thing."
"Maybe, I guess... Huh, what's this?" Max asked, putting down the comic and picking up a piece of paper that, unlike everything else, had been neatly folded and pressed until of crumpled and discarded. Hidden within was a very intricate graffiti design, easily comparable to the best work Max could accomplish on his best day. Erii snatched it away, leaving the red panda shocked and groping at the air. "Sorry. I thought it was really good..." he said meekly.
"Whatever. It's nothin'. Forget about it. So, ya done cryin' now? I showed you my special place, so if ya don't accept that, I dunno. You're impossible."
"This place is incredible, but... I don't get it. You're the one who said we weren't friends, so I don't get why you'd show me this."
"Fuck if I know!" Erii said, throwing up his hands again. "Okay, I don't? Happy?"
Max flinched a bit and started withering. "Why're you getting mad at me?" he asked, shriveling against the wall of the storm drain. "I was trying to give you a compliment...."
"Ugh, just shut up already!" An uncomfortable silence followed as Max compiled, drawing his legs to his chest and averting his eyes. The two didn't speak for several minutes before Erii finally relented. "Ugh, fuck. Fine. I'm sorry! It's just that I've never had anyone stick up for me before. I'm mean, fuck, I just bolted and let you get whaled on. You seriously thought we were friends, wait, fuck, I mean, we are, but... ugh, fuck! I don't know!"
"It's okay, I guess," Max said, his face sullen and despondent. He clutched his elbows. Though the inside of the storm drain was warmer than the ambient air outside, he couldn't stop himself from shivering. He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, pushing against his teeth. None were loose, though there was a sharp pain when he pushed up against his incisor. "It wasn't that bad," he said reassuringly.
"You're a fuckin' awful liar, ya know?" Erii chastised and Max couldn't help but smile sheepishly.
"Haha, yeah, well... I'm okay, I swear. That's the truth."
"So you forgive me?"
Max gazed up at the top of the storm drain, illuminated by the flicking light of the lantern. Tiny cracks, hairline fractures and little chips ran length-wise out to the mouth of the drain. This decrepit place was Erii's special spot, and he'd been invited without even asking. Chris's words echoed in the back of his mind, a constant incessant warning, but the red panda smiled. "Yeah... yeah, I guess I do."
"I know I said some stuff... it was pretty fuckin' stupid of me ta say, but I--what're you doing?" Erii's haphazard apology was interrupted when Max left his spot opposite of him, crawled over and sat next to him. The red panda's tail draped over his own, and Max leaned his head in to rest on Erii's shoulder. "What the hell?"
"I can't sit next to you?" Max asked innocently.
"No! I mean, yeah, you can, but it's just kinda weird, you know?" The white fur on Erii's cheeks had become stained with red.
Max started to pull away. "Sorry..."
"No, you can lay there, it's just... I dunno! Ugh, fuck me... just, I dunno, do whatever you want!"
"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, though."
"Ugh, fuck, here!" Erii looped his arms underneath Max's and tugged the other boy between his legs, holding the red panda flush against his chest. "There, happy now?"
Max tried to speak, but his words failed him. Much like earlier, his heart raced at a thousand beats a minute, and his breaths were short and ragged, but it wasn't adrenaline or fear that consumed him. Gingerly, his laced his fingers with the dragon's and couldn't help but beam when the other boy didn't pull away. He was only able to speak when he felt Erii's chin rest between his ears, and he spoke softly, saying "Y-yeah... I am...." 'More than you know...' he thought to himself.
The two boys sat together, unmoving for the better part of an hour. No words were shared between the two of them, and Max found himself threatening to slip into a nap. For the most part, he'd grown used to his aches and pains, recognizing them as duller throbs instead of sharp stabs. In Erii's arms, it didn't hurt so badly, and he'd just closed his eyes when he felt the most peculiar and wonderful sensation. It appeared on the back of his head, right at his scalp, where Erii's lips had just pulled away. An odd but wonderful tingle ran down Max's spine to the tip of his tail and set his heart a flutter, and he nestled in closely to the dragon.
At some point, the red panda slipped into unconsciousness, his dreams dark but peaceful. The first light of a dream had only just begun to materialize, when he was roused from his sleep by the rustling of paper and a repositioning from Erii. He could hear the dragon's breath, rapid, as if he were panting, and there was a slight pressure in the small of his back, like something pushing against him. He cracked open an eye, curious. From his angle, he could only see magazine from an angle, but what he saw caused his face to flush.
Stretched out across both pages of the magazine was one of the most gorgeous canines he'd ever seen; a German Sheppard, his short groomed fur working as an accent for his chiseled abs. Just below that, he sported a sports jockstrap, one far too small and tight to restrain and cover what was easily the largest, thickest cock he'd ever seen. "Holy shit," Max heard Erii hiss through his teeth, and that pressure against his back grew firmer. He recognized the motions; the dragon's other hand was tucked into his jeans, fondling and stroking himself. With his head against Erii's chest, Max could hear the other boy's heart, beating faster and faster, and the hand moved quicker with less and less regard for the subtlety that had once been there.
Max's own cheeks were burning, and the red panda could help but slide his legs together. Worse yet, was that he could smell the faint hint of Erii's arousal, seeping from crotch and permeating the air. The enclosed space of the storm drain only helped intensify the scent, keeping it concentrated around them. Only half-minute had passed before Max couldn't contain himself anymore, and he let out a moan, one that caused Erii to tense and quickly toss the magazine to the side in a panic. "Y-you fucker!" he said, breathlessly, shoving Max forward. "I thought you were asleep!"
The red panda picked himself up and turned to face Erii, licking his lips. The lantern had dimmed considerably, and the sun had already dipped behind the skyline of the city, drenching everything in shadow. He rubbed his eyes, his pants having grown painfully strained. "I was," he admitted, not looking at Erii's eyes, but instead at the dragon's crotch. Despite having pulled his hand out in a hurry, Erii's shaft was still very hard, and Max could see the magenta flesh peeking out from underneath his waistband. He crawled forward slowly until his nose was just inches away from Erii's crotch. "But..."
"You wanna taste again?" Erii asked, his shock turning into playful amusement. Max's eyes had clouded, just like they had before, and a pair of lips around his dick would feel a lot better than his own hand. When Max nodded his confirmation, Erii unstrapped his studded belt and unfastened his jeans. His briefs, red and black, were soaked with his pre.
The heavy scent washed over Max, and the red panda inhaled, taking it all in. His body exploded with neediness; he shivered despite wearing his jacket and scarf, his ass clenched and his mouth hung open, drool collecting on the tip of his tongue. Sure, Erii's cock wasn't as impressive as that German Sheppard's or even Chris's, but unlike those two, he'd gotten to feel that amazing shaft slide between his cheeks and sink deep inside him. Max's cheeks flushed again. He'd held the dragon's seed inside him for the rest of the day, and it'd driven his libido to levels that actually terrified him. That night, he'd been obsessed, unable to think about anything else. He'd hidden in his room, pretending not to feel well, but had in actuality been masturbating nonstop for several hours.
That same dick, owned by the very boy whom he'd had a crush on for almost four years, stood erect and proud, taunting him with a constant dribble of pre that ran down its length and soaked Erii's drawers. He couldn't resist even had he wanted to. He didn't want to. The need inside him burned furiously. He wanted to taste that beautiful uniquely shaped dick, no, he had to taste it! Max curled his fingers around Erii's waistband, and pulled it forward and down, exposing all of the dragon's length and even his balls. Erii sighed, gravity weighing on his cock and tilting it towards Max's nose. The freedom felt wonderful, and dragon rewarded the red panda's motion with a tiny squirt, a dollop of pre that splashed across the bridge of Max's nose.
"Oh, fuck, dude... good boy," Erii cooed, resting both of his hands on Max's head when he felt the warm wet embrace of the red panda's muzzle. His fingers laced through the other boy's curls, rubbing lightly, encouragingly. Gone were the taunts, the jeers, the humiliation, replaced by gentle sighs and compliments. There was no rush, no fear of being discovered, no punk gryphon looking down on them, no threat of his face getting pounded in. Erii glanced down at Max, watching the boy servicing him with an eagerness he'd not seen with any other guy. The boy wasn't just horny, there had to be something else there. His throat started to grow dry. "Hey, dude, hold up a sec," he said, gently pulling Max's head up and off his dick.
"W-wha, why?" Max asked, rubbing the side of his muzzle. "Sorry, I was trying to do it differently so it wouldn't hurt my muzzle so much."
The red panda spoke with such an eagerness to go back down, Erii couldn't help but chuckle. "Haha, nah, dude, that was awesome, but I wanna have some fun, too. Lay down," he said, though he didn't even give Max a chance to comply before he'd started pushing back on the boy's shoulders, forcing Max on his back. Max lifted himself up on his elbows, watching as Erii unbuttoned his jeans and pulled until both his jeans and his underwear slipped around his ankles, blocked by his shoes. With a mighty tug, the dragon pulled everything free and tossed all his clothes to the side, leaving the red panda bottomless and barepawed.
"Hey, I need tho-oh, f-fuck...." Max curled his toes and flinched as a new sensation overpowered his senses. The tip of Erii's long tongue slid along the inside of his foreskin, the rest of the tongue coiling around the head and upper part of the shaft. The boy writhed and squirmed to such a point that the dragon reached up and grabbed his wrists, just to try and restrain him. He could feel his sensitive cock teased, his foreskin stretched and licked by the nimble tongue. His length, modest in size in comparison to Erii's, disappeared easily into the dragon's maw, and Erii locked his lips around that shaft, tightening his hold a little, and bobbing his head.
Max's pre was sweet, if very slimy, and Erii enjoyed the red panda's mewls whenever he rolled his tongue over the particularly sensitive spot about a third down the length of his shaft. His own cock throbbed, anxious and eager, desperate to plunge back into somewhere moist and hot. When a loud groan caught his attention, Erii glanced up in time to see Max fall on his back, panting, his paws gripping the sheets. The dragon lifted his head and smirked, his fingers massaging the red panda's ball sac. "Heh, wow, ya look outta it."
"That... felt awesome... I didn't know that's what it felt like... holy crap...."
Erii perked his eyebrow. "What, no one's ever given ya a blowjob before?"
Max sat up and shook his head. "No... until you...w-well... I'd never had sex before." The red panda blushed heavily, his paw groping at his length, running his fingers up and down the shaft. "You were my first...." A smile so wide, Max thought he'd done something stupid, spread across Erii's face. "W-what is it?"
"So you've never fucked a guy before?" When Max shook his head, Erii's smile grew wider. He crawled to the furthest section of the storm drain, where tunnels too small to fit through all joined together. He reached into one of the tunnels and returned with a small bottle in hand.
"What's that?"
"Somethin' to make it easier, but you're pretty slick anyways, so it might not matter!" Erii, in a single practiced motion, shed his socks, shoes, pants and underwear, keeping nothing on except for his hoodie. He stalked towards Max on his hands and knees, tail whipping about like a feline, a predatory grin on his snout. "I've been needin' this for a long time," he said, approaching Max from the front. He traced his claw along the red panda's body, starting as his paw and moving up his leg, his eyes focused on the other boy's.
Those words, along with Erii's touch as the dragon climbed atop him, sent an electric shock racing through Max's body. "You... you mean that?" he stammered, falling backwards as Erii's snout neared his own. Erii brushed the red panda's paw away from his cock, taking it in his own. The dragon stroked lightly as he moved into position, a leg on either side of Max, long colorful dick just inches away the red panda's nose. Erii grabbed his own tail with his other hand, hoisting it over his shoulder, and sank down until Max's dick began to slip between his cheeks, grinding against his asshole. Max's eyes went wide as a tight warmth squeezed around the head of his dick, and he moaned loudly and arched his back as Erii worked more and more of his cock into the dragon's rump.
"Oh, yeah... totally slick enough," Erii said, letting go of his tail and tossing the bottle of lube aside. Grabbing hold of Max's shoulders, he squeezed down around the red panda's dick, grinning when he heard a pleasurable groan in response. "Like that?"
"U-uh huh," Max whimpered, his body tingling from the overwhelming new sensation.
"Kay, put your paws on my hips. And sit up a bit." Erii guided the red panda's hands, holding them gently until Max was holding him the way he wanted. "Now work your hips a little like.... Oh fuck, just like that... keep going."
Max bit his lip as he followed Erii's directions. In truth, he had no idea what he was doing and his mind spun so quickly, he couldn't have thought about it if he tried. The pleasure spread quickly, filling his loins, and somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to go faster. In his excitement, he bucked too hard and on the rebound, he slipped out. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
"Heh, just put it back in," Erii said, his muzzle still smiling. The change was subtle, but Erii couldn't help by snicker when he noticed it. As he bounced in Max's lap, his rump bucking against the red panda's hips, the other boy was getting more and more into it, taking more and more control. Soon he wasn't in control of the rhythm anymore, and he was perfectly happy just to enjoy the ride. The sound of their hips smacking against each other was music to his ears. "Good boy," he said again, laying his arms over Max's shoulders. His cock dribbled pre all along the front of Max's jacket and scarf. "Breed me nice and hard..."
"Oh, fuck... fuck...." His inexperience proved too much for him, and Max pulled Erii down into him, grinding up against the dragon, his cock throbbing as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot into the dragon's bowels. For a full minute he clung to the other boy, riding out his orgasm until finally he realized he'd been holding his breath. He fell back against the sheets, panting. "H-holy crap... whoa...."
"Heh, you okay?" Erii asked, and Max nodded. The dragon pulled off of the red panda's softening shaft, grinning at the feeling of cum leaking from his ass and trailing down his thigh. "Yeah, been way too long. Wanna finish me off?" He knelt over Max, his dick throbbing, and the red panda took the length into his muzzle. He hated to admit it, but the boy had some talent, and he'd gotten close just from that short amount of time. His angle had been damn near perfect, stimulating his prostate, and thanks to all that, Max had not sucked for thirty seconds before his muzzle was filled by an overflowing wave of delicious cum, so much that it dribbled from his mouth. Max swallowed as much as he could, but, in the end, his scarf had become filthy. When Erii finally pulled himself free, Max laid there, a total mess but a happy one at that.
Evening had passed, and night had come, the sky filled with those stars whose light was strong enough to penetration the light pollution. Erii and Max, cleaned up for the most part, crawled out. The dragon tucked his hands into his hoodie and smiled sheepishly. "So, guess c'ya later, then?" he asked.
Max flushed and nodded. "I gotta get home, but, um... I didn't know if you think you might ever wanna come over, sometime, maybe? I don't think my mom would mind if I asked...."
Smirking, Erii reached out and looped an arm around Max's shoulder, tugging him in close. He gave the red panda a quick peck on the cheek before whispering, "It's a date, then."