Friends with Needs
Friends with Needs (excerpt from Amplifier Saga)
By: Lucien Quinn (Zmeydros)
Burkiel looks at the clock on his nightstand and sighs. If he doesn't cum before he visits Srendt he might have to hide his erection again, which makes him very uncomfortable whenever it happens. Especially when Srendt hits him playfully from time to time. He looks at his cock and frowns. It is receding back into his slit. Oh well, he just couldn't masturbate when he knew there was a time limit. He watches as his red penis disappears into his slit and smiles to himself. His white scales contrast with his penis so clearly. Whenever he is naked in front of someone for the first time they often compliment him about how pretty his scales look against his erection.
He gets out of bed and takes a moment to inspect himself in the mirror to make sure he has no drops of pre sticking to him. Finding pre or cum on his white scales is actually pretty hard. He looks into his own bright red eyes and makes a seductive face. Laughter bubbles up in himâ€"he looks so feminine when he acts sexy. It may have something to do with his lithe frame or his scant five feet and three inches of height. His toned appearance adds a bit of masculinity to his form. He is built more like a ballerina than a bodybuilder, which is fitting because he moves and fights like a ballerina. Memories from his childhood float through his mind. There was a time in his childhood that he had tried to appear more masculine, but he quickly grew out of that phase when he realized he had only succeeded in looking ridiculous. Years later he settled on bringing out both aspects of himself and people started to treat him with more respect.
Upon inspection of his two eight-inch, s-curved black horns he finds a string dangling from one of them. He takes the string off and weaves it through his fingers. His horns are all that dresses his head. His parents tried to convince him when he was young that he was a purer breed of dragon because he had horns instead of hair. Burkiel shakes his head; his parents' version of reality is such a terrible place. That is the main reason why he moved out of their houseâ€"the reason that he fought constantly with them as a child. He throws the string away and grabs his martial arts uniform out of his dresser.
Once he has his uniform on, he looks at himself in the mirror once more to make sure he tied his red sash correctly. Damn, he looks good in this uniform. He got it when he reached the second highest rank possible in Hsrabakin. It is black with white seams and buttons. His instructor told him that the black represents the emptiness of death, the white represents the order of living things and the red sash represents the struggle against death. Burkiel thinks it sounds cool, but metaphysics isn't something he tries to analyze, so he just focuses on the fact that he looks awesome in the uniform.
After taking a look at the clock and seeing that he is late, he walks out onto his balcony. He closes the sliding door and flies as fast as he dares toward Srendt's apartment.
He lands in front of Srendt's door and sees a note on it.
"I went to the park we normally go to so that I could start practicing and stop waiting. You late bastard! I hate waiting. Hate it!
Your best friend (who also hates you),
Srendt"
Burkiel laughs before flying toward the park. Srendt is a very amusing person... Sexy, too... No! This type of thinking will give Burkiel a boner. He has to stop.
The park in question is nestled in the crowded area of the city that Burkiel and Srendt live in. They almost never call it by name and Burkiel isn't even sure he knows the name. Jurhall, Jhurhail, Juradumbass? Laughter hits Burkiel unexpectedly and he wavers in his flying. He sees Srendt practicing with his tonfa near a small tree.
When he lands near Srendt he is ignored. For a moment Burkiel just watches his lanky six-foot-ten friend. Srendt's scales are a bright and shiny red color. His black dreadlocks are short, which makes him look awesome. Srendt's massive tail thrashes powerfully as he practices. His long snout has an expression of serenity on it, and his reddish-orange eyes show an intensity that awakens Burkiel's fighting spirit. Burkiel smirks as he opens his dimensional pocket and pulls out his practice staff. He runs over to Srendt and takes a swing at him. Srendt seamlessly blocks the staff with one tonfa while he rotates and tries to hit Burkiel across the shoulder.
Burkiel pushes into Srendt's block and moves to the side. Then Srendt tries to kick Burkiel, who pulls his staff back as he ducks. The moment Srendt's foot passes over his head, Burkiel hits the back of Srendt's knee with his staff. Srendt falls right over and Burkiel puts his staff across Srendt's throat when he lands.
"Good one, Burk. Sometimes I think your short stature is more of an advantage than my tall one. Oh, and you are really late. You bastard. So you are at a negative a thousand points." Srendt pushes Burkiel's staff out of the way and gets up.
"I was docked one thousand and one points just for being late?" Burkiel makes a very melodramatic pouting face. "That is unfair. I lost before I even started fighting. Why did I even get out of my soft bed this morning? I guess I will just go home and stare at the wall until it is time to go to bed."
Laughter erupts from Srendt.
"Now you're laughing at me. Why does everyone laugh at the misfortune that is my life?" Burkiel sees Srendt try to stop laughing and is delighted when he fails.
Srendt finally gets his laughter under control. "Now you are only at negative thirty eight points."
"I don't believe in negative points, so they don't count." Burkiel smirks at Srendt.
"And I don't believe in staves. Let's make a deal. If you manage to score a point without your staff I will reset your point total." The smile on Srendt's face suggests that he is looking forward to having the advantage in the fight.
Burkiel smiles. Srendt probably wants to see him lose a couple sparring bouts to make up for him being late. "It's a deal." Confidence wells up in Burkiel. Srendt didn't prohibit him from using magick. A big mistake.
After they both take a fighting stance and bow to each other, Srendt dashes straight at Burkiel, who waits until the last moment to react to Srendt's overhead strike. Burkiel dives to the side and then uses telekinesis to defy gravity and slide just above the ground toward Srendt's side. He hooks his legs around one of Srendt's legs and braces his tail against the ground. Srendt senses what Burkiel is doing and puts his tail across Burkiel's throat. Burkiel grabs Srendt's tail and gets out from under it while he untangles his legs from Srendt's. By the time Srendt tries to hit him again Burkiel is on his feet.
Seeing that Srendt's attack is a diagonal one that is aimed at his side, Burkiel steps back and catches Srendt's arm while he wraps the end of his tail around Srendt's ankle. He pulls Srendt's arm to the side and pulls his ankle the opposite way, as he uses telekinesis to lift Srendt's other foot off the ground. Srendt is again lying on the ground. "Looks like I get to use my staff now."
"I forgot to tell you not to use magick. It has been a while since you used magick during one of our sparring matches." Srendt sits up.
"You seem to get frustrated if I use it too much, but you did use some magick on me last week. At least I didn't use one of my illusionary techniques. I know you hate those." Burkiel relishes in the feeling of his tail wrapped around Srendt's ankle for a moment before he unwraps it.
"I hate illusions because I like to be able to trust my senses, and your fighting style is all about messing with your opponent's perception. After seeing you fight in the tournament two years ago, I don't think I could beat you if you went all out." Srendt gets up and offers his hand to Burkiel. "It is already time for class now. You need to be early one of these days to make up for your being late."
"I might just do that." Burkiel gets up and puts his staff back in his dimensional pocket.
They both fly to class.
* * * * *
Inside Srendt's humble apartment Burkiel is preparing dinner while Srendt tries to figure out one of the new moves he picked up in class. He looks ridiculous because he is trying not to hit anything while he practices. Burkiel puts the turkey burgers onto buns then puts swiss cheese, fried onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, and lettuce on top. The moment Burkiel starts to pour some water into glasses he hears something crash.
"Oh, fucking shit fuck." Srendt sounds frantic.
Burkiel looks over toward Srendt and sees pieces of a lamp scattered around the end table that Srendt is standing next to. "Stay right there. I will fix it."
A look of disbelief appears on Srendt's face. "Come on, how can you fix that? All I have ever seen you fix are simple things like broken belts and stuff. This lamp is in many tiny pieces."
"Just trust me. Don't move a muscle." Burkiel walks over to Srendt and starts putting all the pieces that are on the table on the hardwood floor. Once all the pieces are near each other he closes his eyes and feels each piece with his mind. Then, just like Urtus taught him, he gathers energy from one of his dimensional pockets and his surroundings while he concentrates on fitting the pieces back together. Once all the pieces are fit together he stitches them together using the energy he gathered.
"This may be the coolest thing I have ever seen you do. It looks like the lamp is growing back together or somethingâ€"like you have flipped the direction of time for the lamp." Srendt kneels down next to Burkiel.
Burkiel smiles to himself. The lamp is back together and shining again. He feels Srendt put his hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much." Srendt picks up the lamp and looks at it thoroughly before putting it back on the end table. "I can't even tell that it was broken. My sister gave me that lamp. You are more talented than I imagined." He takes his hand off of Burkiel's shoulder and stands up.
There was a tenderness in Srendt's thankful touch that Burkiel has not quite recovered from. Sexual images involving Srendt and himself cause his cheeks to feel warm.
"Did fixing the lamp break your mind?" Srendt offers his hand to Burkiel.
"I uh, was thinking about something." Burkiel grabs Srendt's hand and lets Srendt pull him back up. "You are welcome."
Srendt walks toward that kitchen. "Time to eat. You sit at the table and I will bring the food. It is the least I can do."
Burkiel takes a seat at the table and watches Srendt pour water into the glasses. "So, anything new with you?"
"I have much to tell you about the trials of a sexually frustrated dragon, but that can wait until after dinner. I normally don't talk about this kind of thing with you, but I need to talk to someone about it." Srendt walks over and puts Burkiel's food in front of him. Then he goes back and brings his food to the table.
"I look forward to hearing it. How is the turkey burger?" Burkiel takes a bite of his burger.
"I haven't even taken a bite of it yet..." Srendt takes a bite. "Oh, this is great. What did you put in it this time?"
"I put red peppers and roasted garlic into the ground turkey. I am glad you like it." Burkiel takes another bite and downs it with a sip of water.
"No more talking until we scarf these down. I am really hungry." Srendt bites into his burger viciously.
Burkiel is glad that he made two burgers for Srendt. His metabolism is off the scale. A couple minutes later he finishes his burger and is surprised to see that Srendt is almost finished with his second. Burkiel watches Srendt devour the last bite of his second burger. "Wow, you massacred that burger."
"I don't like getting that hungry. Let me put the plates away and then we can talk." Srendt grabs all the dishes and puts them in the sink.
The grease on Burkiel's hands is too gross to ignore. He gets up and washes his hands in the kitchen sink after Srendt finishes washing his own. Once they are both sitting at the table, Burkiel looks into Srendt's eyes.
"My last date was a disaster. I couldn't find the restauraunt and I knew five minutes into the date that she was not my kind of woman. She had good morals and she wants to have a family some day, but she had no sense of humor." Srendt raises his hands in defeat. "At this rate I am going to be a virgin for ten more years. I don't know if I can live with that."
"Waiting till you are married to have sex always seemed like a bad idea to me. What happens if you get married only to discover that you are sexually incompatible on your wedding night?" Burkiel has had this discussion before.
Srendt's look of exasperation turns into one of concern. "I have heard you say that before, but for some reason I am not able to just dismiss it like I normally do. The other day I was thinking about the fact that I like short women and how I might not fit. Why can't the world be simpler? I grow weary of all the moral grey."
"Well, here is how I look at it. Waiting until marriage works for some people and it doesn't for others. I am a person who can't even imagine doing that to myself. And to be honest, from what I know of you, I think that there is a good chance that waiting for marriage will not work. You have told me before that you have a very healthy..." Burkiel gulps. This subject is causing him to feel turned on. The thought of Srendt being horny was delectable. "...sex drive."
"I am about to the point where I don't care about waiting. I have turned down so many propositions and now I regret doing that. My date a week ago went nowhere, and I haven't masturbated since then, because I get frustrated when I even think about masturbating. I think to myself: ‘is this all there is for me?' and then I feel like going for a long walk." Frustration is clear on Srendt's face.
"So..." Burkiel braces himself. "You are really horny right now?"
Srendt's look of frustration gives way to a look of surprise. "Well, not right this minute. Are you blushing? I know you are bi, but I thought that you viewed me as only as a friend."
Burkiel can feel the heat on his face and he wishes he had dark scales to hide his blush. "I, uh, am blushing. And..." This is it; he has to tell Srendt his own frustration. "I want to get you off. Not only do I find you attractive, but I have watched you tie yourself in knots to follow your morals. I think you are so wound up that you can't play the dating game to your full potential."
For many seconds Srendt remains silent. "Let me think about this for a moment. I never considered that you would offer to help me in this way. I trust you, but I am not sure I can enjoy sex with a guy. It seems so gross and I am not really attracted to guys."
"T-there is more than one way to have sex with a guy. Both men and women have mouthsâ€"I could give you oral. I don't care if you imagine that I am a woman while I do it." Burkiel feels his erection coming out of his slit. "I want to see you get release and you will be giving me something I have always wanted... Intimacy with you. Try kissing me. See if you are turned off by it."
"You are really feminine and I do want to experience oral sex at least once in my life. Can you promise me that you will not bring up what we are about to do ever again if I don't bring it up?" Srendt looks into Burkiel's shining red eyes.
"I have wanted to do this for years, and the fact that I have waited this long to bring it up proves that I can keep your promise. I do not attach as much meaning to sex as you do. Are you sure you won't regret this?" Burkiel feels a strength within him. He wants this to be a good experience for both of them.
Srendt looks like he is trying to solve a huge math equation when he doesn't even know what the variables mean. "I trust you and I know you will let me stop at any point if I become uncomfortable." He gets up and walks over to Burkiel. When he bends down to put his lips near Burkiel's he hesitates for a moment. "Pretend you're a woman, huh. It's worth a try."
It seems like eons have passed from the time Srendt put his lips near Burkiel's. In those eons Burkiel's penis emerges all the way and his heart races. Then in one glorious instant Srendt's lips touch his. The kiss lasts only a couple seconds, but Burkiel feels joy rush through him.
"That wasn't that bad actually. Let's go over to the couch. I want to make out. I have never made out before and I want to know if I am any good at it." Srendt takes Burkiel's hand.
Make out with Srendt? Burkiel is frozen with delight; he cannot believe what is happening.
Srendt laughs. "You look like the happiest dragon in the world. Don't make me beg you."
Burkiel gets out of his seat an lets Srendt guide him onto the couch. He is speechless as Srendt sits next to him. He watches Srendt calm himself and then feels Srendt put his arm around him. A feeling of absolute bliss washes over him. For so long he has waited. Srendt kisses him again and he kisses back. He enters Srendt's mouth with his tongue. Then Srendt enters Burkiel's mouth with his. The curious motions of Srendt's tongue cause Burkiel to feel even more horny. He can smell his own arousal.
Eventually Srendt breaks the kiss. "That was really fun. I like the feeling of someone else's tongue in my mouth. What should I do with my hands when we kiss?"
"Um, put your hands on my head and neck. As the making out heats up you can start to feel my chest with them. After that you can make your way to my abs. Then my thighs and tail. Only after all that do you put your hands on my crotch." Burkiel wants Srendt to be an accomplished lover some day. "I will do the same to you. If that is ok."
Srendt kisses Burkiel even more passionately. He seems as though he is getting more confident in his movements. His hands tenderly hold Burkiel's head as they kiss. Burkiel puts his hands around Srendt's neck. They break for air and then Burkiel initiates another kiss. The feeling of Srendt's long tongue in his mouth is exceptional. He plays with Srendt's nipples through his shirt and Srendt responds by kissing him harder. Then Srendt lifts Burkiel's shirt and starts to feel Burkiel's chest. When one of his thumbs strokes Burkiel's sensitive nipples, Burkiel moans into the kiss. Srendt moves one of his hands down to Burkiel's abs. The warmth in Burkiel's pants in unbearable.
The kiss is broken again and Burkiel looks at Srendt's panting face. Burkiel is panting as well. "You are... doing very... well. Let's take off... our shirts... and start to feel each other's... parts." He finally catches his breath. "I want you to take my pants off slowly. We will kiss more intermittently because we are going to pant even more when we start to touch each other's crotches."
"I am taking my pants off too, because my penis feels like it is getting crushed." Srendt stands up.
Burkiel can see the huge tent in Srendt's pants. He watches Srendt take off his shirt, and then holds his breath when he sees Srendt release his cock from his pants. It is a little over a foot long and it is almost as thick as Burkiel's wrist. "How do you hide that thing when you get a boner?"
Srendt shakes his head. "I don't even try. I have gotten really good at keeping it from coming out when I don't want it to. Looks like yours wants out too."
As Srendt's penis gets closer to Burkiel, the sheer size of it becomes even more apparent. He is really glad that Srendt didn't ask for anal. When Srendt sits down, Burkiel immediately starts feeling Srendt's tail with one hand while he rubs Srendt's thigh with the other. Srendt responds by unzipping Burkiel's pants and reaching behind Burkiel to unbutton the button above his tail. Then Burkiel stops rubbing Srendt's thigh and tail to immerse himself in the feeling of Srendt's hands as they remove his pants.
Now that Burkiel's pants are off, the wetness in his briefs is obvious. His natural lubricant is everywhere. Srendt seems to notice Burkiel's enjoyment because he removes the briefs slowly. Pleasure shoots up Burkiel's cock when Srendt's hand brushes it. Burkiel responds by feeling Srendt's thigh again and slowly moving his hands toward Srendt's penis. Srendt starts feeling Burkiel's thighs and tailâ€"Burkiel moans loudly.
This is it. Burkiel grabs the slippery head of Srendt's penis with one of his hands. Srendt thrusts suddenly into it.
"Oooh, it feels so much better whenâ€"ahâ€"it is someone else's hand." Srendt grabs Burkiel's six-inch penis. His hand is almost the same color as Burkiel's penis.
The feeling of Srendt's large hand on his six inches of manhood sends a wave of pleasure up Burkiel's spine. He growls and strokes Srendt's penis harder. Then without warning he leans over and takes Srendt into his mouth. Srendt moans loudly as he grabs the couch with one hand and one of Burkiel's horns with the other. Burkiel wraps his tongue around Srendt's cock and starts to thrust his head down onto it. Srendt thrusts into Burkiel's mouth and Burkiel controls his gag reflex.
"Oooh, thisss feelsss wonderful." Srendt's tongue is hanging out the side of his mouth.
Burkiel stops himself from laughing. Srendt's cock fills his mouth so well and it has tiny ridges going around it that feel good against his tongue. Srendt's tail wraps around Burkiel's cock and he moans. This situation is so hot that Burkiel is about to burst. He puts one of his hands around the base of Srendt's penis and Srendt responds by thrusting erratically. Burkiel knows that Srendt is close. This is Srendt's first time. He growls as he moves his head over Srendt's cock. The vibrations cause Srendt to growl. After a few seconds Srendt's growl turns into a scream and Burkiel feels Srendt's penis contract. Ropes of Srendt's seed pour into Burkiel's mouth and he drinks every last drop of it. The taste is very heavy and rich. Srendt really has gone too long without release.
"Oh... Burk, that was the best orgasm... I have ever had. I feel so warm... and like I am floating." A look of pure bliss is on Srendt's face.
After a few more thrusts on Srendt's cock Burkiel sits up and licks his lips. "Your penis is simply awesome. I have to get off now, if you don't mind."
"I want to try." Srendt looks into Burkiel's eyes.
Burkiel's heart skips a beat. "Are you sure? It will be hard to pretend that I am a woman if you do that."
"Just lean on me for a couple minutes... and I will take care of you. I stopped pretending you were a woman eventually..." Srendt smiles and puts his hand on Burkiel's cheek. "You were the one who I was fucking so I thought about you. Just the way you are."
A tear falls down Burkiel's cheek. "That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me."
Srendt leans in and kisses Burkiel. "You are my best friend. I don't think we can be lovers, because I want a family and I am much more attracted to women, but I think our friendship can survive if we throw oral sex into the mix."
"That sounds great." Burkiel sees a mischevious flicker in Srendt's eye, and before he can react, Srendt starts to take Burkiel's penis into his mouth. A growl mixed with a moan escapes Burkiel. Burkiel grabs Srendt's head and guides Srendt's movements. Srendt wraps his tongue around Burkiel's penis and starts to move his head up and down. The movements are unsure and clumsy at first, but Burkiel is able to guide Srendt's movements so that eventually they are very pleasurable. Burkiel can feel pressure bulding at the base of his spine. He was so close before Srendt even started giving him oral.
Burkiel starts thrusting hard into Srendt's mouth and then Srendt starts to growl. He learns fastâ€"Burkiel feels a flash of heat spread through his body. "I am cuuuummmiinggg. Ooooooh, Ssssrrrendt!" His sperm erupts into Srendt's mouth and a feeling of ecstasy fills his body.
Srendt swallows. Then he moves his head up and down on Burkiel's cock a few times before he sits back up. "I don't like the taste of sperm, but I think I will live. That was intense."
"You did... great." Burkiel kisses Srendt.
"You're the one that taught me by example. I feel much better now." Srendt pulls Burkiel close. "Thank you for having the courage to ask me to do this."
"No problem, I would be happy to help you out any time you need it." Burkiel is happy, but he realizes that Srendt will have a lover some day. He will just have to enjoy the time he has.
Note: "Friends with Needs" is an excerpt from a project I call "Amplifier Saga." Burkiel is one of the main characters in this saga. (See my journal about "Amplifier Saga" for more details about it.)