Klen's First
Commission for Etis.
This was it. His first day.
'God, please, don't finish early', Klen thought.
The barely legal lizard strode up the stairs towards the fully open doors, like he was walking into a courthouse, and his reptilian nostrils immediately picked up the vivid, haughty scent of sex the second he passed through the door. Though the small lobby of the building, wide was it was, lacked any civilians and people waiting, the fact that the crotch-tingling smell travelled as far as the doors was a marvel in itself. He had hesitated in the doorway and his eyes locked with the receptionist sitting barely 7 or 8 metres away, smiling at him brightly from behind the long desk. Klen could feel his face warming as he quickly strode forwards, adjusting the shoulder bag that weighed heavily against his left shoulder.
"First time?" She teased, and the 18 year old black reptile could do nothing but grin and awkwardly chuckle, stammering out some sort of agreement and then silently telling himself to shut up.
"Name and ID?" The receptionist requested, holding out her slender, white-scaled hand for his documents. Klen stuffed a hand in his pocket and retrieved a small plastic card, slipping it into her palm.
"Klen Gahlri." The teen spoke his name clearly enough for her to catch it and he shuffled awkwardly on his feet, wondering if he was overdressed in his plaid shirt and simple three quarter length shorts. He didn't know what to wear and had panicked. His parents weren't much of a help either.
"Gahlri...ah, I've got you here, scheduled for...oh, just now! Quite admirable to pursue his line of work, by the way." She encouraged him with a smile as she rose to her feet, shuffling around her chair in a sleek, tight black dress with a professional buttoned up front and a jacket over the top. She turned and walked towards the photocopier behind her, waiting for something to be spat out.
"Let me guess, you're probably thinking it's just an easy way to get laid, right?" She sounded amused and some might have considered her words unprofessional, but it was the way of the world. Klen offered something of an awkward, shy grin and she didn't press further. After a moment the machine whirred and a piece of paper appeared from one end-- she retrieved it and returned to the desk, sliding it across the small, raised section of her desk that was for people on the other side, with her computer and office supplies hidden beneath.
"If you can fill out this short questionnaire for me first..." She began, rifling for a pen and placing it beside the paper. "When you're done I'll take you through."
"Okay..." Klen took the pen and began to fill in the blanks on the sheet, which namely required his name, age, ethnicity, and other personal questions that were likely just for a survey. In a matter of moments, he'd be at the heart of the action-- he could hear the quiet, yet audible groans through the doors to the woman's left and right, no doubt leading into rooms beyond. Just the thought had him shifting nervously on his feet. This was all for the greater good, sure, but part of him just wanted to fuck.
Though the country of Catasta-- quite literally meaning 'platform' or 'stage' due to how most of it's landmass was raised up from others-- was prosperous, fertility rates were on a rapid decline, and had been for the past 300 years. Many had complained it was due to cellphone signals, microwaves and other electromagnetic stimuli that had rummaged through and destroyed their internal organs irreparably, but the truth of the matter was eventually found by scientists a good 3 or 4 months after it became a problem-- genetics. As easy was it was to initially bear children, the consumption of modern foods, changes in diet and more had slowly but surely reduced the fertility of their offspring and their ability to conceive, and it was a problem that was getting more and more prevalent over time. Yet it wasn't until figures were released detailing how the population of their 250,000 square kilometre semi-plateau had dropped by nearly 4 million in the past 30 years did the government finally take action.
It wasn't a pretty name, but 'breeding houses' were created by district governments and dotted around both major and minor cities, as well as small towns. Many complained about their existence, but they were a necessary measure if they wanted to hope to advance the population. With on-site medical staff taking daily research notes, other laboratories conducting trials to increase fertility and more, such establishments for women who wanted a baby and men who were willing to help became a commonplace thing. Of course, it wasn't for everyone-- studies showed that only 10% of the population considered taking part, but thankfully a number of IVF clinics and beyond were established to help those in a loving relationship conceive as well. It was with the hope that these organisations and buildings could level the population decline enough for them to come up with effective methods to increase fertility rates, and for now they're working...but it's hard to tell in such a short period.
So, when a government opens up collective buildings to keep fertility rates up by allowing everyone to, well...do what they want, how does one keep up the numbers of those wanting to participate? A monetary incentive was the first thing, and it drew the majority of men to their buildings-- Klen was no exception to this. As an 18 year old fresh out of high school and looking to start college in the fall, he wanted as much windfall money as he could get. 'Working' at one of the many 'breeding stations' around the city, as some had come to call them, seemed like a win-win for both his financial situation and his ego.
"Here you go." Klen slid the questionnaire across the counter and cleared his throat, reaching up to absently rub the side of his reptilian neck, feeling his heartbeat quicken. This was his first time doing anything like this. He'd heard stories from his friends who'd already taken part, they'd insisted it was a lot of fun and a great way for him to lose his virginity and be a hero to the community, and yet...he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Alright, if you'd like to wait a moment, someone will come and tell you where to go." She smiled at him and he nodded, retreating from the desk and taking one of the handfuls of seats that sat on both and left and right sides of the room, with an open, eerie space in the middle. It was all a little too professional, but these buildings were erected and fitted out only recently-- it was unsurprising that they had been given the bare minimum. Klen didn't see that though: he just felt strangely nauseous about the whole situation. The nerves were eating at him.
Klen waiting for what felt like an eternity before someone called his name, making him jump. He turned his attention to his left, where a reptile of bulky stature stood in the entrance of a doorway leading off into a small corridor deeper into the building. He offered Klen an encouraging smile and the reptile quickly rose, crossing the lobby and following the man through.
"You look nervous," The doctor surmised as they walked, past various doors towards a room at the back end. "Don't be. You'll do fine."
The man, clad in a basic sweater and trousers, as professional as can be with his name tag and identification pinned to his chest, pushed open a door and stepped through, holding it open for Klen to join him. The reptile quickly made his way inside and the door was neatly closed behind him. It looked to be a basic locker room of sorts, a place for people to change. The lockers themselves were tiny, basic the side of a backpack, stacked one on top of another against the left and right walls. At the far end were a pair of small paths leading further back, its floor and ceiling tiled, and Klen guessed there were showers beyond. Benches sat in the middle to sit on but, much like the lobby, it was otherwise sterile and empty-- the only difference was the faint scent of sweat.
"Number 35. That's yours," The reptile crossed the room and fumbled with a master key, opening up the locker to reveal its empty contents. "You can store your clothes in there once you're changed. Feel free to start at any time."
"O-Oh, right." Klen mumbled, placing his shoulder bag down beside him, realising it probably wasn't necessary to take it. When he zipped it open, inside contained a towel and a set of different underwear and undershirt, just in case he needed to use it. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, revealing his fairly athletic, unblemished scaled features beneath, along with the exotic stripes of light grey that ran along his ribs and faded towards his abdomen. He dropped his pants next and stowed them clumsily away in his bag, leaving him in just his underwear, the flatness of his crotch a sign of his internal organ.
"So, I checked through your questionnaire and I have your file as well, from the government database. All checks out...oh, you can take those off," The man pointed promptly at the reptile's underwear and offered an apologetic smile, tapping away on a tablet in his hands. "You won't need them. So, just to be sure...no STD's of any kind, no substance abuse, anything like that?"
"N...No, sir," Klen began awkwardly, hooking a finger into the waistband of his boxer shorts and slipping them down. "Not that I'm aware of. I haven't really, uh..."
"Ah. I see." The other reptile replied, not pressing for more information when Klen trailed off. It didn't take a genius to see how nervous Klen was, standing in the nude like that-- though his figure was well kept, in shape, and decidedly masculine at least. Between his legs sat something all reptiles had: a genital slit, its entrance smooth, the scales and flesh curled inwards to form a neat and clearly visible line. The lack of external junk often meant that the more androgynous amongst their people made it hard to tell gender sometimes, but they got by. People like Klen, for instance, evidently had the stature and tone of a man.
"Alright, when you're ready, just step out of this room and head into one labelled '3C'. Okay?" The reptile patted Klen's shoulder firmly and didn't linger, allowing him some privacy. He retreated to the door and tugged it open, hovering by the entrance for a moment, as if he had more to say.
"And...just try to relax, okay? Everyone had their first time sometime." He smiled again, knowingly, before closing the door behind him. Now in the privacy of just himself, Klen relaxed and sighed, rubbing the back of his scaled neck. Jeez, this was embarrassing. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest just from standing there listening to the man, evidently a doctor. Hell, he even tingled a little when the other man had stared at his slit. He was admittedly rather scared, but he tried to take the man's advice and just relax. Stuffing his boxers into the bag, he stowed it away in the opened locker and then closed it shut. For safety, he made sure he could open it again and breathed a sigh of relief when it pulled open at his command. With that, he turned to the door, and after a minute or two and doing his best to conjure up the confidence to walk in the hallway, naked, Klen pulled the door open and stepped out.
Thankfully, no-one was around. He glanced at the doors in front of him, labelled '3F' and '3G' respectively and turned in the opposite direction of ascending letters. It took him a few seconds to find 3C and he quickly pushed open the door, stepping inside.
Of all the things Klen expected, the least of them was that the room was occupied.
Klen stood, staring at the sight of two other couples at the far end of a fairly basic room. There were no beds in sight: just plush mats on the floor, bean bags, a number of sex toys and even some books what looked to be visual and written erotica. None of those books and toys were being used, however-- both couples were evidently already paired up and going at it. Two of them in the corner were gyrating with a rather sensual intimacy, in an otherwise ordinary missionary position, but the other couple was strewn across a beanbag that what could best be considered to be a 'reverse cowboy', from Klen's internet knowledge. Not only did Klen get an eyeful of the woman's shapely body, flat chest and stretched cunt, but he also got an eyeful of the man's pistoning, reptilian member and his glaring eyes, which locked with Klen's immediately.
The reptile, barely missing a beat as he pounded into the woman above him, her eyes closed, gestured furiously for Klen to just come in and shut the door behind him. The nervous 18 year old quickly obliged and quickly closed the door, doing what he thought was best and taking one of the bean bags in the corner closest to the door. He sat there, as awkward as can be, as his mind filled with both the sounds and the scents of the two couples mating not that far away from him. Thankfully, Klen was at least a little self-aware-- he realised just sitting there would be awkward and so he picked up a magazine, turning his attention to its contents.
A little nudey magazine wasn't above even an 18 year old like Klen, who'd perused one or two in his younger days, yet even he could see that what the building provided was not the best material. The magazines were old, frayed and crumpled at the edges, and the women inside ranged from anywhere between 20 and 50, their photographs glittered with makeup and whatever editing tools they had at the time to capture their version of "beauty"-- which was outdated, at best. Still, it did the job at least. A few pages later and Klen's crotch was already tingling and stirring. He would have reached down to fondle himself if his attention wasn't thrown asunder by the sudden growing moans of the female reptile from the other corner of the room. The man atop her, his body less than in peak condition, relentlessly pounded into her and Klen was given a rather candid view of his cock sliding and pumping into her stretched slit as her legs hooked tightly around his hips and clung to him. Klen attempted to turn his attention back to the magazine, but those moans were hard to ignore. Combined with the scent in the air, the entire situation was making the 18 year old feel more and more uneasy, both physically and sexually.
A piercing sound broke through the weird cacophony of noises: the sound of the door handle turning. Klen raised his head and watched as the door pushed open to reveal yet another person joining the party: a female, no less. Just as Klen was here for help further their species and be patriotic, so too was she here for the same reason-- though she seemed young, perhaps a year or two above him, there was no glimmer of anxiety in the way she walked and stared across the room. Her gaze swept over to two gyrating couples as Klen took in the sight of her body: distinctly feminine, considering her curvy hips and slender figure, and her scales were a warm summery yellow with sharp, orange spots and stripes-- exotic, to say the least. He watched as she passed her attention over towards his corner and then focused her eyes on him. Of course she'd single out the one guy sitting on his own-- seemed obvious, now that Klen thought about it. After all, it was what they were here for, right?
Yet nothing could stop the pounding in his ear-holes and the hammering of his heart as she came closer. He was nervous-- no, terrified. Not of the act, but of how he may perform. It would be a man's worst humiliation to be a 'two pump chump', and Klen didn't want that to be his first time. Klen could feel himself trembling as she came close, standing barely half a metre away from him. She seemed to notice his anxiety and physically retreated for a moment, before stepping closer, affirming her actions. She turned, and lowered herself, and Klen did the sensible thing in scooting to the left so she had space to sit.
"First time, huh?" She whispered, her voice a little lower than he expected. She didn't hesitate in placing a hand on high thigh and Klen shifted awkwardly, acutely aware of how much their scales pressed together and how close she was. His attention was, yet again, briefly pulled away by the couple in the corner, who reached an explosive and abruptly loud climax that had most in the room turning their heads in their direction. Klen got a good look at the cum pooling out of the woman's slit before he cleared his throat and averted his gaze, turning his attention back to the woman sitting beside him. He didn't reply in words, but gave her an anxious nod and an awkward smile. She seemed to understand, but her body pressed further nonetheless, her hand sliding towards his inner thigh as she lifted her head up towards his.
"I'm Billie." She introduced herself casually enough, considering her fingers were inches away from his slit. Klen did his best to relax and leant back, resting against the bean bag as Billie traced her snout across his cheek, moving it closer and closer to his own. As she slinked towards him, the couple in the corner rose to their feet and slowly made their way out the room, looking tired but happy. Klen could only assume they were going to go and change back into their clothes and continue about their normal, everyday lives.
"U-Um..." Klen began, regaining his composure after being briefly distracted, clearing his throat for a moment before dipping his voice into a whisper. "Klen."
"Well, Klen..." She began, lifting up her leg and swinging it over his body, quickly straddling his masculine form and pressing her chest up to his. "Just relax..."
She raised her head and in an instant, their snouts touched together a quick and sensual kiss. Klen's snout tingled and he reached up, his hands shaking as he pressed them to her sides. His lips parted and she slowly did the same, angling her head a little to the side to better press their snouts together. Their tongues touched and a whirlwind of desire shot through Klen's body. His loins practically quivered with the implications and he groaned under his breath, running his hands from her sides and up her slender back, fingers tracing the contours of her spine. Billie propped herself up on the beanbag a little as he pushed her hips down towards his, their slits warmly sliding together.
Klen trembled again, though it wasn't his nerves this time, but the sheer, raw, unbridled lust that rolled through him as their slits rubbed up and down against one-another. He'd masturbated often, of course, but there was something deeply different about being with someone else: it felt new and exciting, and the woman atop him was...well, quite pretty. Another quiet moan escaped his lips as her tongue pushed deeper against his, slipping into his mouth a little, where they roamed and tasted each other. A spike of pleasure suddenly shot up the black reptile's spine and he soon realised he was already starting to 'show' himself, his pinkish red tip prodding with her entrance. He was about to mention it, but she suddenly pushed down against him and swallowed up the tip into her without hesitation. She gasped, just as he did, and the two of them tensed together, locked in coitus.
Billie moved, slowly and subtly on his member, rolling her hips as she felt the cock grow and stiffen inside her inner walls. They weren't even kissing any more at that point, though it wasn't for lack of trying: Klen had all but focused entirely on the pleasure he felt and he barely paid attention to much else, as all virgins do. Klen stared down at her flat chest, his hands clutched tightly to her scaled hips and behind as she moved and pushed against him. She could probably feel how hard he was right now, but Klen knew for sure he was at full mast, 7 inches and pulsing inside of her. It was good-- intoxicatingly so. He wanted more, but was afraid of doing too much.
"Mmh...your cock's pretty big." She murmured to him, low and quiet. He blinked up at her and immediately felt his scales warming beneath their surface around his cheeks. If she was doing it to tease and embarrass him, then it was working-- and it was also making him harder. He leant back a little more and pushed his head against the bean bag to get into a more comfortable position, staring up at her with a slightly agape maw and gently lidded eyes. As he pulled back, she sat up accordingly so he could get a good luck at the entirety of her body. His hands curled around her sides and ran up her stomach and stomach her nipple-less, scaled chest.
"You're so pretty." He murmured, barely above a whisper, and his eyes widened when he realised he'd said it out loud. Billie clamped her maw shut and did her best not to snicker, aware that the couple behind her were still fervently going at it, and quite wildly at that: she couldn't see, but Klen very clearly saw the other reptile's cock slamming against the woman's entrance over and over, to the point where pre-cum practically dripped and oozed down his legnth, flicked in all manner of directions by his powerful, manly thrusts. Just the mere sight of it made Klen's cock twitch inside his own woman and he gulped, looking back at her. She did nothing but quirk her eyebrow at him before she grasped his hands, guiding them back down her body towards her hips.
Slowly, she lifted herself up, sliding up the reptile's pulsing length until she was almost at the tip, before she lowered herself again, letting gravity do more of the work as she dipped in one fell swoop. Klen visibly tensed and did everything in his power not to moan as a ripple of raw pleasure coursed through his body and made him tingle all over. Billie rolled her head back and Klen distinctly heard her grunt, both in discomfort and pleasure, before she flicked her head back forwards and smiled widely at him, her face looking flushed-- or rather, as much as it could considering her scales. Before he could ask if she was comfortable, she raised herself up and did the exact same thing again, causing the black scaled reptile to tense and groan through his teeth. She was good-- tight, even. Tighter than he would have ever expected.
Klen was glad, however-- he thought he might have finished rather early, but he knew he had a little while to go before he was anywhere close to climaxing, which meant he could enjoy this all the more. The couple in the background didn't even matter anymore-- he was focused entirely on Billie and her bouncing form. She picked up a steady pace now, having only really withdrawn completely a few times before she opted for a steady rhythm, sliding halfway up his cock before bouncing and down using the momentum to lift herself up again.
"Oh god..." Billie murmured after a minute or so of panting, rhythmic riding, that had the both of them fully enraptured in the act of their sex, to the point where nothing else mattered. She leant forwards, using his chest for leverage as she pressed her palms to his scales and began to speed up her gyrating hips, causing Klen to quietly groan and curl his toes against the carpet. He became more and more aware of how wet their sex sounded: lewd, wet slaps bounced around the room over and over, intermingled with the other couple's same audible noises.
Klen huffed through his open maw, his pleasure growing and growing, but it seemed that Billie was enjoying it more than he was: her moans, low and groaning, were steadily getting higher and higher in pitch as he almost desperately rolled her hips over and over on his cock in a particular rhythm and angle. Her fingers curled against his chest as she scrunched up her eyes, her movements laboured and measured. Klen grasped her tightly and sought to help her, pushing his hips up against her body and attempting to thrust against her. When he tried, she slowed her own rhythm and let him move as often as he licked, and he slowly picked up the speed of his hips, planting his feet to the floor and thrusting up into her. That seemed to do the trick for her, but her moans grew heavier and heavier.
"Oh god...I'm gonna cum...!" She cried out, not caring for who heard her now, bowing her head huffing deep, panting breaths that Klen could feel on his athletic stomach. As he thrust and she shuddered above him, the consistency and sound of his pistoning hips changes: gone were the light slaps of his slit against hers, replaced by warm, wet squelching that Klen would have instinctively tied to his own orgasm, rather than hers. His eyes trailed down her front as his hips slowed and he pulled them back, watching as a trail of oozing, off-white fluid dripped down his cock at all manner of angles and sides. Confusion crossed his face for moment: he hadn't cum yet, of that he was certain, so what was this?
Klen went to sit up and studying it some more, but Billie's hands pushed fervently against his chest and forced him down, and she suddenly bowed her body, pressing her maw to his and pulling him into a kiss. In hindsight, Klen knew what her intention was now, but in that moment he was drawn into her sensual touch, closing his eyes and relaxing against her roaming tongue. She began to gyrate her hips again, almost needily, as she moaned against his lips, and he was encouraged to begin to thrust again. There was no mistaking that he was getting close himself, after so long-- the sudden extra 'fluids' certainly helped as well, making it all so warm and sickly.
Between his bounding hips, their deep kissing the wet sounds of their sex, the now non-virgin reptile was steadily growing closer and closer to his climax, evidenced by the familiar tightness in his loins that he experienced whenever he jerked off. The more he thrust, the better it seemed to feel, until he was practically moaning against Billie's lips in turn, squirming and breathing hot air against her tongue, eyes lidded over, hands clasping and squeezing. His moans grew higher and heavier, and she did the same in turn, as if she was trying to goad him along. A tremble rushed over his body, a sign of his impending release and the delightful point of no return. All it took was a few more thrusts...
With a long sigh, followed by an aching, needy whimper, Klen's body trembled and his orgasm hit him like a truck, causing his cock to spasm and his body to clench as the tip of his member, cone-like and narrow, spurting thick, hefty globules of cum deep into her slit, with the hopes of impregnating her. She parted her lips from his and trailed it across his cheek as he craned his neck back, moaning into the air and pushing as deeply as he could into her entrance. Her innards squeezed as his member throbbed, coaxing spurt after spurt into her tight pussy. He groaned, pushing up just a little bit more before his body gave out and he sunk himself down, his muscles relaxing. For a first time, it was...better than he had hoped. He remembered the stories of his friends, some of whom had horrible first experiences. He would have a story to tell of his own now.
Something was bugging him, though. Not only the sudden addition of fluids to his and Billie's lewd encounter, but the prodding against his pelvis, warm and prominent. He raised his head, sliding his hands up the woman's body as Billie slowly but surely lifting her body up. Klen watched as she revealed her front, his eyes travelling down her scaled chest and to her stomach...and his eyes settling on a pink object, sticking out from her slit, just above his cock. Its end, sticky with cum, was neatly prodding his scales.
The realisation dawned on him slower than he would have liked. He sat there, stunned for a moment, as Billie sat up completely on his body and rolled her-- or rather, his-- hips around Klen's member for a moment, that pink length growing and growing until it sat limply, free from Billie's body.
"Mmh...that was fun. Thanks, Klen." Billie beamed and stood, slipping from Klen's body. The black reptile continued to sit there for a moment as Billie retreated, and he sat up, beginning to splutter something, anything, in protest. He wanted answers, or at least an explanation! Yet, before he could even get to his feet, Billie had sensually and somehow rather quickly sauntered out the door. Klen silently fumed for a moment, sitting on the bean bag, before he realised he might be ruining the atmosphere. The other couple were still going at it, after all, so Klen quickly stood and left the room.
The corridor was quiet, and Billie was nowhere to be seen. He shouldn't have hesitated in going after him, or her, or whatever-- he couldn't tell, couldn't be sure, and his head was a mess. He stumbled his way down the hall towards the lockers and stepped inside to find it as empty as the hallway. He headed for his locker, number 38, and tugged it open.
He froze when he saw something inside he hadn't put in there before: a note, a tiny piece of paper, folded neatly and placed atop his bag. He took it from the top and quickly unfolded it. There, written in tiny handwriting, was a number and a single name: 'Billie'.
Klen's jaw clenched and he wrenched his bag from the locker, placing it on the bench and pulling his clothes out. He rummaged through until he found his phone and stored the number in it. He wouldn't call, not yet, but he would soon. Or at least, hand it over to the police. He was pretty sure that these clinics were entirely for the purpose of breeding, not same-sex flings.
Just as he was about to get dressed, his phone buzzed. He realised then, in that moment, that he had 3 missed calls from a buddy of him, and numerous texts asking how his first time went-- a typical 'lads' tradition, if there ever was one. Grimacing, he brought the phone to his ear and called back.
"Hey, it's me," He answered, pausing as they clamoured on the other end of the line. "O-Oh, yeah, it went good, uh...no, no, I lasted a little while...no, I didn't."
They'd asked if he'd gotten the girl's number. He stared down at the paper in his hand, gritting his teeth, before grabbing his underwear and haphazardly tugging it on with one hand, bouncing on one foot as he tried to fit his other foot through the leghole.
"I'm just getting dressed now...drinks? Yeah, sure," Klen agreed to meet up with his friends. "See you in two."
He hung up, placing his phone to the side as he grabbed his shorts and yanked them on, his face growing darker and darker. He had a choice here: call up this person and arrange to meet, or just report it. Klen might be young, but he's not stupid-- if they got in that easily, they probably knew someone who worked here. He couldn't just report it. He'd have to get the truth himself. For now though, he'd keep it quiet-- he didn't want anyone knowing his first time with with a man.
With that, Klen tugged on his shirt and grabbed his bag. Next stop: drinks. Then, answers.