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"What the hell, man? I thought we were going to hang out today!"

"I know!" Quinn winced at the sharpness in Davis's voice. He couldn't blame the cat, though, it was his own fault. "I totally forgot, sorry...I'll make it up to you later, okay?"

That didn't stop Davis from grousing about it. "Man...you know the movie's not gonna be as fun without you. And we were gonna hit the club after, find a guy to share, see if we could make a few bucks off of him...the hell're you doing that's so important, anyway?"

"My uncle asked if I could watch my cousin for the evening. They had some kind of appointment, I don't know the details. I would've said no if I'd remembered that we had something planned, it just kinda slipped my mind."

"I guess I get it...my parents try to rope me into that, too. But forgetting one of our nights out? That's not like you, Quinn."

"I know, I guess I've just got a fair bit on my mind lately." That was the truth, at least...and Quinn certainly hoped that that would satisfy his friend, because he didn't have another lie at the ready. Heck, the story about the babysitting sounded like a pretty weak lie to him, one he didn't know if Davis would buy. The truth of it was that he was pretty annoyed at having to miss the night out as well, but this might be the only night this week he had an opportunity to go through the third round of things with Travis, and he couldn't take the chance of missing it and hoping things opened up later in the week, with still no certainty about when the dragon would be called in for his interview.

And I know where I'd rather be...he's pretty fucking lucky that I'm still going through with it.

"You have seemed a bit out of it since last week...are you sure everything's okay, man?" And then there was Davis...of all the people Quinn knew, he was of course the one most likely to notice his distraction. He'd considered letting the cat in on the loop, but it was too risky - either he'd flip out at the idea or he'd like it TOO much and try to get in, which would have been far too much for Travis. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yeah. It's...fine. I'm just trying to work through a couple things. It's...I'll tell you about it at some point, but I'm not quite there, yet."

Davis frowned a bit at the response, clearly not happy with it. But... "Okay, Quinn...just, I'm there for you if you need me."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks...I'm sorry again."

"Don't worry about it. We'll have another chance soon enough! See you later!" Quinn watched Davis scamper off, certain that the feline was more put out that he was trying to show. He sighed a bit, shaking his head. Wasn't much he could do about it...after he was done with this, he wouldn't have to worry about any more missed outings, so it probably wouldn't come to anything more. And when he finally did tell Davis about it, the cat would probably forgive him if just for the story and the mental picture.

Though he'll probably be irritated that I blew him off to get a dick up my ass. His smile returned at that thought. Even if it was Travis's.

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Things were definitely a bit different this time around...he wasn't the one hosting the day's activities. His parents were going to be home all day, and there was no way they were going to escape noticing things happening in their son's room. However, Travis's father was going to be away at a business function, leaving Travis on his own...and that meant that there was a chance for them to go through lesson three, if Quinn went to the dragon's residence.

And he wasn't entirely thrilled about that. Sure, it was easy enough to tell his parents he was studying with a friend (and even keep a straight face about it), but he was very much not on his home turf, and if things went badly...but Travis had gotten through the last two sessions, there was reason to be hopeful. And if he could make it through this one...well, that was pretty much everything vanilla about gay sex that Quinn could teach him. And he definitely wasn't going to go beyond that as far as sex acts. Maybe he could put some polish on it, but if he didn't that was okay. All Travis really needed to do was know how to do what he apparently needed to do.

Though, Quinn wasn't totally convinced that he needed to. He still had his doubts about the dragon's straightness - despite the fact that he was still being pretty adamant about it in school, in fact perhaps more so than ever. It felt like a bounceback, like he was trying to put forth such a fervent display of heterosexuality that no one could ever suspect he was doing gay stuff. It rankled Quinn, but he couldn't really do much about it - he wasn't about to tell off the dragon for it where someone could see it, because that would get him in the hottest water. But still, he wished he could get Travis to knock that off...

But I can't focus on that. That's just liable to piss him off. I gotta keep my feelings on that to myself.

The dragon's house was on the other side of town from his own, and as Quinn expected, it was pretty big and fancy. Not a mansion, but clearly a status symbol, far larger than needed for two people. And Quinn knew it was two people...it was no real secret that Travis didn't have a mother in his life, his father was the only authority. And he wasn't a lax authority, but he was a busy man and didn't always have time for a watchful eye...and caretakers and nannies weren't always a good substitute. This resulted in one of the most bizarre aspects of Travis's behavior - for as much of a bully as he was, he flat-out refused to give shit to kids of single parents, even defended them from time to time from other bullies. It had never really mattered to Quinn before, since he didn't qualify for that special protection, but now that he was having to get some insight into Travis, it was starting to make him wonder about what caused the bad attitude in the first place. Because clearly, he wasn't just a pure jerk.

I wonder if it had anything to do with that bad crowd he said he ran with before. Maybe something happened with them that made him need to always be the tough guy and push others around to get his satisfaction...but he still can't do that with kids who already have broken families like his.

Quinn shook his head. He wasn't a psychologist, and it wasn't going to help him much to try to dig into this. All he needed to do was get in, get fucked, and get out. And he was pretty sure he could do that.

He didn't even get a chance to knock on the door before it opened, Travis waiting inside for him, already entirely nude and even everted...he must have been alone and not at all worried about anyone else arriving to be in that state. As usual the ruddy dragon looked nervous, but not as much as the previous two times. "Hey."

"Hey yourself. Nice place you got here."

"Eh. It works. Come on...let's go to my room." Clearly Travis wasn't in the mood for small talk, though that suited Quinn fine. He followed the dragon up the stairs to the second floor, into a room that was rather spacious, with a good bit of workout gear and a relative paucity of books. Though there were some sports and workout magazines...at least he was reading something. The bed was something else, though, it looked huge and luxurious...about the only thing to be jealous of in there for him.

Travis seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time checking the lock on his door as Quinn disrobed. "Okay...so...today we're gonna get into the butt stuff, right?"

"That was the plan. You having second thoughts?"

"...Not really." Quinn took that to be a 'yes but I still don't think I have any choice so I'm still doing it' response. "I mean, I figured that was coming, so...I guess I'm not as nervous about it as the other stuff."

"Really? Because you seem more nervous than ever about anything that might make you seem gay when we're in school." Quinn mentally slapped himself after that slipped out. Goddammit, me, did I NOT just tell you not to bother with that shit?

To his surprise, though, Travis looked suitably chastened. "I...yeah...I know. I...probably shouldn't be, I know. It's...look, I'm...kinda getting more okay with the whole, uh, gay sex idea. I...I guess I see what you mean, it's not, like, that unusual...but...I've got these friends, and they're like...even the tiniest hint of gayness and they're just, they're right on top of you. And, like, I swear I'm not even kidding, it's like I'm setting off their radars. Like, I know I've been...off, lately, because of everything, but I haven't given anyone any hint that I'm...doing this stuff with you, or what it's...gonna lead to. But it's like they KNOW, man, they don't have any proof but they just know. And...they're kinda putting the pressure on me pretty hard."

Well, it was an explanation...it didn't quite completely put Quinn's ire to rest, but there was at least a step back. "Okay...but you know, if they're that easily upset about anything gay, why even bother with them? You know they're gonna give you the shit the moment they have anything, and it's really unlikely you can hide it forever. Maybe you'd be better off without them."

Travis looked away, brow furrowed. "I don't really...have enough friends to get rid of them just like that."

Maybe if your attitude was better and you didn't hang around bigoted assholes, you'd find more of them. Thankfully, Quinn was able to stay his tongue that time. "I'm just saying...you probably want to know who your real friends are, because...look, I'm not going to say anything, but the moment someone who doesn't like you catches on to anything, it's out. And you won't have any control over that. It's why I came out right away...that's the only time you get to control the reveal. And I was lucky enough to not have any friends who were bothered by it, but you're not going to be that lucky, clearly, even if you're not really gay."

"I know, I know...I just...don't know how to deal with it yet. I'll try to think of something...like, you think they probably wouldn't buy that it's only because I needed the job, right?"

Quinn sighed. "If they're that anti-gay, they won't care whether you are or not. If it looks like it, they'll be all over you."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I guess...I'll just try to think of something. Even though thinking really isn't my strong suit, I guess."

Quinn furrowed his brow. "Mm...sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It's not really relevant to what we're doing...I guess it's just, coming from someone who's gotten a ton of shit about being gay, it just...rubs me the wrong way, you know?"

"Y-yeah...I guess you're right...but I won't be doing any more of that. That's part of the deal."

"Well, I'd sure hope you wouldn't..." Quinn wasn't sure he remembered that, though. "Though, I don't remember hearing you say that before. When did we make that deal?"

"Not...that. But...the deal with my dad. He said...I have to lose the attitude and stop acting like a goon. That I have to be respectable if I wanted respect from him. And if he doesn't have respect for me, he's not giving me shit."

Travis's father was sounding better in Quinn's eyes by the second. Maybe he'd had his issues controlling his son before but it sure sounded like he was making up for that in spades. "I'm sure the other guys will be happy to hear that."

"Your friends, probably...mine'll just think I'm going soft. Already get shit for backing up some people...but I guess that's just me who's gotta take my lumps." Travis let out another sigh, this one half-frustrated. "That's what I thought would happen, you gotta always show how tough you are, or they'll see you as weak no matter how much you can bench press. And I hate looking weak, to anyone."

"Well, a lot of strong people don't just randomly push everyone else around because they want to look good. They actually do good things, and the image of strength comes from that."

"Yeah, well, don't expect the guys I know to give a shit. Can we, uh...get to the lesson, now?"

Of all the lessons they had, this was the last one that Quinn thought Travis would be trying to speed along. But he wasn't about to argue. "All right. Well, you know what the lesson is about. You're going to have to give and take, like usual. I hope you're mentally ready for that, because I can't stick around if I have any inkling that you're about to flip out, you understand that?"

"I...yeah, I...I promise. I...tried to...psyche myself up for it..."

"...Psyche yourself up?"

"I..." Travis swallowed hard. "I...looked at some gay porn. To...get used to the idea, I guess. Because I remember what you said...I can't just be freaking out over the idea, I gotta...be at least okay with it. And I thought...well, if I can look at that stuff, and not flip out, maybe I can get to be okay with it quicker. And I mean, I know it's different actually doing it, but...I guess, if my brain can handle the idea of a dick without wanting to send me running, then...my body probably doesn't really give a shit as long as it feels good, right?"

And here Quinn thought things couldn't get any more unexpected. "Wow, that's a...good response. You're right, sometimes you have to find, uh, ways to get used to the idea of things, and exposure very much helps. Still, we'll try to ease into this, because it's still a good idea to take it slow...you'll be on the giving end first, and then...well, the other end."

"I know...I think...I can handle it. But...yeah, maybe...easy."

"That sounds like a plan. You want to use a condom? Might take the edge off a bit."

"Hell no." The response was a bit more adamant than Quinn had expected.

"You sure? I mean-"

"Even if I wanted to," Travis cut him off, "There aren't any in the house. I've never used one. Neither has my dad, I've checked."

"W...wait. You've...NEVER used a condom?"

"Never. And if you're going to go all 'safe-sex freak' on me, I'm not gonna hear it."

"N-no...I mean, that would be pretty hypocritical of me, I love feeling a guy dump his load in me. Just...I only have sex with guys, that precludes a kind of serious complication. You sure you haven't knocked any girls up?"

"Not a chance. I got the No Kids injection, and I'm reupping that for a good long time. My dad said he doesn't want to see me spawning any whelps until I'm retired from sports, or thirty if I don't get a career there. And I'm with him on that one, last thing I think I'm ready for is kids."

Thank fucking heavens, Quinn thought. "Okay, fair enough...but how do I know you haven't caught something?"

Travis growled a bit. "Hello? Dragon. Immune system like a fucking TANK. Why do you think bunches of us work the disgusting jobs? Why do you think I didn't ask you about it, you sleep around too!"

Quinn could have smacked himself - of course he knew about that. And Travis was making him look silly, he wasn't catching anything from the dragon and the dragon wasn't catching anything from him. Even if he had reason to worry - he'd vaxxed up as much as possible, on his own dime, to lower his risks so he could go condom free most of the time. "Right. Well, then...I guess I just have to make sure, you're not gonna freak if you feel something shoot inside you, are you? I mean, it's probably a moot point to ask since you won't know until you're there..."

"Ngh, I know, but..." Travis clenched his jaw and shook his head. "This guy who says he wants to hire me, he's trying to take advantage of me, you said? Then he's not gonna wanna use a condom. He's gonna want his spunk inside me and on me, really try to...mark me up, I guess, make me look like...well, something. Might as well get used to the feeling now, right? Try to get over it as much as possible."

Another shockingly good point from Travis, and it was leaving Quinn quite baffled. Was the dragon actually making connections about what Quinn had said? He must have been thinking about this more than he'd let on. Once again, the anole was finding himself questioning the dragon's sexuality...but that could be considered later. "Well, then, I'll be happy to help with that bit of desensitization. But...you first, I guess, it'll probably help."

"Uh...I don't...think that's..."

"Fucking hell. Of course it's not..." Wow, am I out of sorts today. Is the change in setting really messing with me that much? He's got a huge fucking knot, that's gonna take a while to go down. A while that he's gonna be able to linger on the idea and have second thoughts. "Right, then...your choice, face up or face down. Either way, get on the bed in that position, and I'll take it from there."

Travis nodded, and with another deep breath stepped over to the bed, plopping down on it, face-down. Probably easier for him if he didn't have to look at the person who was nailing him...though, in this case, that worked out fine, since face-down was a popular position for people trying to get their dominance on. At least in Quinn's experience...and he couldn't say he didn't enjoy that from time to time. Something about a big guy taking charge and putting a little muscle into it thrilled him in the right context, though if there was a lack of trust or respect he knew it wouldn't have the same ring. Fortunately, Davis seemed to know the best guys to take charge like that - he was MUCH more savvy than Quinn and seemed to have studs wrapped around his finger.

He, however, was not a big guy, and wasn't planning on getting overly aggressive. That was just asking for trouble. So he was much less forward as he stepped up onto the bed and towards Travis's tailhole, taking hold of the thick appendage as he tried to settle into position. "I can do one or two. What's your preference?"

"Both," came the tense reply. Quinn figured it wasn't a good idea to question that, the way Travis sounded...psyching himself up had probably helped, but getting penetrated for the first time after years of an anti-gay mindset was still probably rough. Once he was past that, he'd probably be okay, but he had to get there first, and that meant not belaboring any points. So he merely brought a hand down to press his shafts together and push them up against that tightening tailhole. His natural slickness meant that extra lube wasn't entirely necessary, but probably would have helped for a newbie...but he doubted there was any more of that around than there were condoms. Dragons had a reputation for going at it rough, something that Quinn had been on the other end of a few times and had an appreciation for.

"All I'm gonna tell you is that you should try to relax if you can." No response from Travis, but he was pretty sure it had gotten through because he felt a bit of flexing at that pucker, like he was fighting to try to get it at ease. Not consistently successful, but Quinn was able to use it - he put some force behind it, the pressure of his cocks putting Travis's tailhole to the test, and when it loosened up briefly he was able to sink in just a bit, getting the process properly started. He could feel the clench immediately, SUPER tight around him, but not enough to force him out. Holding tight to the suddenly unsteady dragon tail, Quinn leaned in and pushed a bit harder, fighting Travis's subconscious resistance to slide in little by little.

A muffled moan drew his attention to Travis. The dragon had his jaw locked down tight on a pillow, claws dug into it like he was about to pull it apart. His eyes were screwed shut tight, no tears that he could see but he was clearly shaky. Again, a bit irritating that he was so overwhelmed by this, but Quinn kept his feelings to himself; maybe after he got into the groove he'd be able to break that stigma from the dragon's brain. Though, not too quickly, lest he cause Travis pain...

Slowly he worked his way in, thrusting gently here and there as his twins earned further depth. The tension was easing a little more now, Travis either had figured out how to relax a bit or was just controlling it better, giving the anole a bit more freedom to dip inside. The bolts of precum lubing up the dragon's passage were helping as well, making it easier to slide around. He rose up a bit the further he got in, keeping a tight hold on Travis's tail and leaning over his body more as he started to go a bit harder at him, working himself in towards the hilt. Finally, he felt himself press flush with that taut rear, the entirety of his dicks wrapped in the tight velvety warmth of a dragon ass.

"Ngh...there...won't be any deeper than that. You're doing fine." Again no verbal response, though he was sure he heard a quiet muffled mewl. The dragon was so amazingly tense, it felt like he was going to rend himself in two at any moment. Quinn needed to get him loosened up, relaxed a bit so that he could break out of this state, this tension wasn't going to be conducive to enjoyable sex for either of them. Fortunately, he knew a trick that was pretty effective at loosening up anyone with something up their rear...if he could find it.

Slowly he began to thrust again, pulling out a short ways and slowly thumping back in, just enough pressure to indicate that he was ramping it up but not so much that Travis would find it even more uncomfortable. As he did, he shifted around his angle here and there, trying to tease out where he could find the spot he knew would make things easier for the dragon. It did seem he was relaxing just the slightest bit on his own, at least the tense grip on his dicks was slowly getting less crushing, though it did spike here and there. That wasn't enough, though, there was so much further he had to go before he really wasn't tense...

Travis WAS trying to fight it, but it was like a war being waged in his mind. The sense of sheer wrongness at something so thick coming into a part of him that he thought it wasn't supposed to, in bitter struggle with his attempt to finally get used to it, kept him from really being able to release his tightness. The physical sensations alone were tough to get used to...the penetration had been a little uncomfortable for him at first, but he never would have forgiven himself if he had wussed out on taking the two at the same time - he might not have been gay, but he was still a dragon, he wasn't going to go meekly. But just the wetness back there, the weird pressure that he wasn't used to feeling...he couldn't figure out what they saw in it, maybe just some way to make others feel ugly and used like he was trying very hard NOT to feel. Even though he knew it couldn't have been that simple, not after having used a finger to get Quinn to blow in their last session, but...maybe he just didn't have that same thing...

Or so he was starting to think, until Quinn shifted his angle again and thrust in, and Travis felt it. And oh, did he FEEL it, there was no way he could have been ready for the spike of pleasure at the moment that spot was contacted inside him. His eyes shot open wide, his jaw releasing its death grip on the pillow, his back arching as he let out a long, low moan, a sound that was almost foreign to him. Okay THAT must have been what they got out of it...his own dick had been flagging underneath him, but it was swelling back up again as it found a reason to return to attention.

He didn't know how to tell Quinn to do that again - his brain wasn't exactly giving him much chance for words at all anyway - but Quinn seemed to have no problem replicating that motion, and not just one time. The thrusts got a little harder, but that just made the stimulation on that spot even better, getting more moans out of him and making him start to squirm, even push into the thrusts a little bit. The tension in his body was rapidly melting away as pleasure started to take over, got even better as that tightness ceased, letting him get really at ease with things. Maybe his mind hadn't fully let go of the weirdness of the feelings, but something that felt this good couldn't be THAT bad...

In fact, it was good enough that he was starting to leak pre onto his bed, his own cock drooling heavily and pulsing out harder with each stroke to that spot. His prostate, if he remembered right...it sounded almost mythical to him when he'd heard about it originally, but it sure as heck wasn't a myth anymore. Girls were also supposed to have something like that, but he'd never seemed to be able to find it...then again, he didn't really do very good at pleasuring his partners anyway, he had a bit of a poor reputation when it came to the bedroom. Certainly, he'd never made a female moan like HE was doing now...at least, not on his own.

Quinn was feeling better by the moment, he had picked up the pace now, some sloppy spurts of preseed slurping out onto the bedcovers with his more vigorous extractions. Travis was clearly relaxed now, the dragon had almost melted once he'd found that hot button and now he was wriggling, pushing into him, moaning louder than most guys did. Perhaps that made sense, after all that was uncharted territory, things usually felt more powerful when they were unfamiliar...he kept at it, feeling his arousal grow further by the second. There was still tightness, but now it was more reflexive and pleasure-oriented, giving him just the thing to ramp up his own lust, he hissed a bit as he felt his climax start to approach fast. He'd been at it for almost as long as he usually lasted, though it had been a bit tougher to build up at first...Travis was making up for that, for sure. Hopefully he wouldn't have a sudden turn back once he felt a guy's cum in his ass...

Just as he was on the verge, though, he felt Travis push back HARD, almost throwing him off if he didn't keep that tight grip on the dragon's tail, and let out a much louder moan. Not loud enough to hide the sloppy splatters from underneath him that left Quinn dumbstruck. Holy shit, he's cumming! Just from getting his prostate milked...fuck, I've never made anyone do that! Eagerly he thrust into the tensing passage, and only a few seconds later he joined the dragon, a pleasant moan escaping him as well as he let his seed gush out into the no-longer-virgin tailhole. Oh, it felt incredible, Travis was clenching down on him with just the right pressure to milk him as he shifted back and forth, letting rush after wonderful rush of thick spunk pour into his bowels. He could have stayed in there for an age, as good as it felt, the walls massaging his staves with intense liveliness, giving him a finale that was well worth all the strain to get there.

He almost felt bad that it had to end, but both of them had to come down from the peak sometime. Travis was definitely a thousand times looser in body as his orgasm faded away, though his tailhole still felt reasonably tense around Quinn...well, he was using two, that usually made it stay a fairly tight fit. As he pulled out, a few last weak spurts of cum coated the rest of the passage, and there was a bit of leakage out of the dragon as he finally extracted himself fully. Sitting back on the bed, he couldn't help but have a goofy grin on his face. "Ah...there...see, not so bad, right?"

Travis finally flopped over onto his back and pushed himself to a sitting position; he looked a whole lot less inhibited, almost starry-eyed. "That...was way better than I thought it would be...at least, at the end there. Fuck...now I know what you guys see in that...even made me cum just from that..."

"Haah...I wouldn't expect that every time, the prostate's a fucking amazing spot but usually guys need a bit more than that to get the flow going. But I think because you had no idea what you were in for, it was just...so much more intense for you that it got you all the way there without help. I only wish I could cum as easily just from being fucked, I love how that feels."

"Well, now I know why...not sure having cum up in me like this is all that awesome, but...it doesn't feel as bad as I thought. I guess that's kind of a, uh, running theme, isn't it? Just way too uptight about gay sex, it's...just sex, with a few different details, but it can still feel good just the same."

Quinn nodded, smiling wider. "Exactly! And now you have at least some insight into what a female would feel like, can't get every aspect of that but you can get a few. You can understand what makes them moan a bit better."

"Hng. I only wish I could say that I can make them moan...guh, I've got the worst reputation with the women."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah...I'm..." Travis flushed hard, looking nervous again. "I'm not very good at it, really...it's tough for me to stay hard and I'm super clumsy with them. I guess I'm just nervous about being alone with him...with I'm with other guys, it's easier for me to stay into it, but I guess being one-on-one is a bit too much pressure."

That was setting off ALL of the klaxons in Quinn's brain. If he'd had doubts about the dragon's sexuality before, this was almost a smoking gun. But, this wasn't the time to bring any such idea up, not when Travis was in such an amenable mood...you didn't alienate the guy right when you had him in a good position. "Well, now you have more idea what to look for...girls have different parts, obviously, but a nice throaty moan means the same thing no matter your equipment. Just gotta be more adventurous and exploratory."

"Yeah, I guess you're right...just gotta figure out how to get myself going better and get deeper into it, and then I'll know what I need to hear."

"You'll figure it out. But, uh, for now...I wasn't actually expecting you to cum like that, is that gonna make it harder for me to return the favor?"

Travis rubbed his head, looking down; he was still plenty stiff, something that didn't usually happen when he was in other encounters. He was able to jerk himself several times in a row, but had a hard time even staying hard when actually with a partner...but, that had been a real treat he'd just gotten, so maybe that was helping. "I think, uh, I'll be good to go again. If you are, that is...I guess you probably don't have to really teach me about going in."

"I don't, but like with oral, if I get the chance, I like to give the chance as well."

"Huh. Do all guys do that?"

"Not at all. And I don't do it all the time...ah..." Quinn suddenly felt himself redden, letting that out wasn't his intention. But maybe it would help Travis feel at ease. "I, uh...well, if they want to get blown or take me, I won't, uh, necessarily ask them to let me do the same. Some guys, they, uh...they like one side better than the other...it's, uh, you can call it, well, topping or bottoming, and guys who do both, they're switches, but a lot of switches still have a preference. I'm a switch, but...well, I guess I spend more time bottoming than topping."

"Huh...you wouldn't know it, you've been pretty, uh...well...good at topping me."

"Well, that's good to hear. I guess my frame makes people less inclined to think of me as a top, though, and...well...I do like being on the bottom a lot. So it's partly about opportunity..."

"Is it, though?"

"Huh?"

Travis was looking at him quizzically. "I mean...you said you like to give them a chance to, uh, top, if they bottom for you, but...well, you don't really ask for a chance when you bottom for them. You always want to make yourself have a chance to take it, but not always want to give it...I mean, to me, that sounds like...well, a bottom, who just likes to play with the other side a little, rather than, uh, someone who's really into both sides..."

Quinn wouldn't have expected to hear that from Travis, of all people. But, he'd only just learned the definitions, not any of the nuance behind them, so of course he might be inclined to think that about Quinn. Then again...maybe he had a point. He didn't ever feel truly satisfied leaving a sexual encounter without taking it up the ass at least once...even when he went into something intending to top he rarely fought it if he had to take a bottom role the whole time...his generally most wonderful moments were when he could shoot without anything touching his cock at all...

Wow, who am I kidding? He's totally right, I'm not a switch, I'm a bottom who likes to sometimes have a chance at the other side but would totally be able to live without it. Davis is never gonna let me hear the end of it, that's what he's been telling me over and over...

"You may have a point...I'll have to think about that more." That said, he didn't want to get into that whole discussion with Travis, that was outside the scope of their interaction. "But for now, why don't you come and take your turn? You don't have to go too easy on me, though it's probably best if you don't just shove it all in right away."

"Uh, yeah, okay..." Travis seemed surprisingly hesitant as he sat over on the edge of the bed, Quinn moving over before he could ask anything and pushing up against his body as he positioned himself over the dragon's dick. "Uh?"

"Another position. Hold your partner and kind of use your arms to help lift them, too. Figured a workout nut like you could appreciate it."

"I...guess. Um...I don't know if I'll, uh...be able to last..."

"I heard you. Just do your best."

Still uncertain, Travis nodded slowly and took hold of Quinn. A slow drag down, almost pulling the anole down on his shaft...he closed his eyes, letting out a drawn breath as he felt the tightness envelop him. It was significantly drier than he was accustomed to, but outside of that he couldn't claim it felt that much different from going into a female...and Quinn wasn't exactly making it more difficult, he was clearly used to something this size, judging from his lack of any sign of discomfort. In fact he was able to get Quinn's rear bumping against his knot before he had to start doing any real work. Easier than he thought it would be...

Quinn moaned quietly as he felt himself reach the dragon's bulge. The dragon felt as big as he looked, and as big as Quinn liked them. Hopefully he'd be able to maintain that...some guys had a problem with going limp, but it was mostly in their heads. If Travis could handle this, maybe it would give him more confidence down the road. He tried to massage that cock with his ass, providing what extra stimulation he could to try to keep it fully rigid within him.

Slowly Travis began to work into a rhythm. The position was unfamiliar but not difficult for him to parse; he had to lift and pull, not just buck his hips which he could only do a little of sitting down like this anyway. It was certainly more of a workout, but he found he didn't mind that, exercising his muscles at the same time was helping him get into it. Soon he was giving off his own multitude of moans, and picking up the pace as he felt the pleasure start to really build. It usually happened around this time that he flagged, but that didn't seem to be happening this time...he felt as hard and aroused as ever, not softening one bit as he plunged deep into Quinn.

Which wasn't going unnoticed by him. Fucking hell...can't keep a stiffy in a girl but I can pound a guy's ass with no problem? The hell is up with that? To say it was a bit frustrating was putting in mildly...true, Quinn had given him a better time than most of the girls he'd been with in other respects, but still, that was even more embarrassing. Clearly he had a lot of work to do...still, that embarrassment wasn't enough to kill his boner, not when it was this close to a proper knotting, something he rarely got the opportunity at. After all, as far as it was concerned, it was just pleasure, right?

Quinn could feel Travis start to push against him more forcefully now, shifting up and off the bed here and there as he added his own bucks more to the mix. And that was helping promote his soft cries and moans as the pleasure was really starting to spike in him. Bolts of bliss were coursing through him as he kept getting his hot spot smacked hard - whether Travis was making a conscious effort at it or not, he was doing a more than effective job. His twins were drooling again, it seemed like the dragon was propelling him towards his own hands-free orgasm...oh, that would be a treat, he did all he could to encourage that. The more he got pounded, the more he clung to Travis, helping support himself in that tight grip and push into the dragon more, briefly forgetting both himself and the dragon's discomfort with his type.

What he didn't except was for Travis to suddenly stand up. It threw him for a brief loop, but that was all the time he had to be thrown, as with a deep growl Travis began to really go to town on him, pounding with furious jerks of his hips while his arms yanked the anole back and forth. Now Quinn was calling out freely, trying to push into Travis as much as he could and let the dragon get that fat knot into him. He hadn't expected such vigor from him, everything Travis had done had been pretty tentative, but THIS was definitely the kind of intensity he could muster, and Quinn was loving every second of it.

Finally, with a sharp jerk and thrust, Travis put on the pressure and didn't let up. Quinn relaxed as much as he could, a practiced maneuver, and felt the delight spike with a twinge of discomfort as the knot forced its way it. The discomfort quickly faded as his orgasm hit, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as the anole unloaded onto the floor on front of him, thick gushes plastering the wooden surface and making a nice gooey mess all over the place.

Another gooey mess was happening right inside him. Travis's growls came low and fierce, his grip tight as he spurted a fresh load of dragon batter right into Quinn's passage. To the dragon, it was a bit of heaven he so rarely got to enjoy...the feeling of taut flesh around his knot, rubbing and stimulating it and milking him of his seed, and one that he had all to himself. For a brief moment at least, he didn't care that it was a dude, it just felt so good, so NEEDED that the ramifications escaped him for a while, letting him revel in the pleasure. And he was reveling, for sure...holding Quinn so tight to him, bucking slightly here and there, trying to fill him up with everything he could. And there was so much of it, rarely was he this productive in any situation...but, he had been a bit pent up lately, so it was more than welcome to get that load off his balls.

Eventually Travis sank back onto the bed, still shooting a bit into the anole, tied nice and tight with him. Quinn's load had faded before Travis's had, and he was fully in blissful afterglow mode. "Ah...damn...I'd say...you don't need any help with that part..."

"I guess not...ngh...that...actually feels really good..."

"Heh, see? Not so bad...I guess there are parts that are easier to get used to than others."

"Yeah...at least I stayed hard. Though, the guys would never let me hear the end of it if they knew, knowing how bad I am usually..."

Quinn shook his head a bit. "Best not to let yourself dwell on that. Last thing you want when you're in the middle of the fun is to feel pressure from someone who's not even there and...well, that you have no intention of ever letting know about what you're doing."

"Mmph, that's probably true...guess I'm being stupid..."

"No, it's fine. I think most people have that happen at some point or another...I called them phantoms when I had them. My worries about what some of my friends or family would think about me if they saw what I was doing, they killed the mood a couple times before I got my confidence all the way there. You'll do fine if you work on just focusing on the moment and not worrying about phantoms...you just have to be aware of the issue before you can really, uh, deal with it, but...how you deal with it is up to you."

"Yeah, okay..." Travis squirmed a bit. "We're gonna be really close like this for a while, aren't we?"

"You'd know better than I would. That bother you?"

A moment of quiet from the dragon. "I...guess not as much as I thought. Maybe it's hard to worry about closeness when you've already been, well...all the way inside me."

Quinn nodded. "Good position to take. I'll try not to make it weirder for you."

"Thanks..." Though, as he sat and waited for his knot to deflate, Travis was sure it was too late for it not to have gotten weird for him. Everything about this whole thing had been weird, really...but, if it helped him do what he needed to do in the end, maybe the weirdness was something he could put up with. So long as it was a private weirdness...and he wasn't entirely sure it would stay that way. Maybe that was another thing he had to be ready for.