Scaled Pair Pt1
So...I died on here story wise XD *updates* More smut fo ryeh, im trying to improve, this is prolly the longest i ever had done, trying character personalities and such to not be so direct and not be HEY WANNA FUCK BRO, SURE! scenarios. Ehh ill shutup. M/M, muscleboys, nothing too great and nothing too little. ^.=.^
Ugh, This work is horrid.. Thought a young dragon all the way in the back of a large classroom full of several furs and humans. The time went just as slow as the days before and the boredom grew as the days passed. The dragon groaned as his teacher's lecture dragged on and on, its spell was cast on several scattered students that were beginning to fall asleep. The dragon's eyes were beginning to wander around as he tried to pick up something interesting before he was hit with it as well. Nothing new, of course.. He groaned, rolling his eyes in thought. Several people whispering to each other of how this class sucked, a group of females discussing how horrible their boyfriends were several nights ago with their antics, and a c-- "Mr. Stryder." The teacher spoke out in his calm voice, which didn't seem like the voice fit for a middle aged man. The conversations didn't cease as the dragon's head jerked.
"Y-yes, sir?" he asked with a soft tone, his tail coiled around one of his thick legs. His fingers fiddled with his dark pen, wondering what exactly was the teacher's intention of keeping him on track, out of all people. Probably his average ranking in his senior high school class, being in the top fifty and usually known for his way of being away from the crowd; his past was quite difficult, being picked on because of how he was, or just how he looked. He was just a dragon, nothing special about it. His body was covered in lavender scales, a few grey and white scale patches around his body as well, along with a creamed underbelly. For his school attire, it just involved throwing on an ocean blue shirt and a loose, black jacket. His jeans were lengthy, baggy with several straps on its side that showed off his tail more, but his habits were quite childish for his age, coiling his tail around himself when threatened or nervous. What made him even more nerve wrecked was a large figure behind his table. Stryder never even considered speaking when he sensed his presence around, afraid if the gargantuan would make insults stronger than a blunt hit to his most vulnerable spots.
He awaited the teacher's response as they exchanged looks. "Please finish your work."
Stryder nodded, looking down to his worksheet with a groan. Dammit, why are all of these questions mind games with me? He thought again, scowling at the questions. With another groan, he had jotted down answers that gave debatable remarks if one had read through them carefully.
The teacher glanced once more to the dragon, "If it's that hard for you, why don't you ask people around you?"
Oh God, don't use that old social communication shit with me, man.. Stryder gulped. That's the last thing I need, working with someone we all know I have a grudge against in projects and stuff. The drake replied back with his casual "Oh, I'll be fine."
The teacher shrugged and continued with his lecture. Stryder frowned to his answer sheet, knowing to expect at least a C if the teacher was going to go over his classwork 100%. With simple reasoning, it would be obvious to him that he'd like a review from his peers, but he didn't really have anyone to talk to. He glanced over his shoulder, only seeing an empty row of tables close to him, with that scalie right behind him. He looked as if he was doing the work with no problem at all, his answers looked long in length but shortly, he caught his hazel eyes glancing to him before turning around.
"Shit.." the violet dragon cursed under his breath. With two hours of his class left and a worksheet that was for the time being, it was just too dull.
Just go for it, Stryde.. The dragon gave a slow look over his shoulder, seeing the scalie resuming to his work. His tail tightening a bit around his leg, he gripped his seat and spun around to where he was in front of the stranger.
"E-erm.. I beg your pardon." He spoke up very softly. The reptile's eyes only moved to the dragon, still frozen in his position. "I hate worksheets like these, giving opinions.. I was wondering if-
"Speak up, son," a deeper, more masculine voice said, cutting the dragon off. "I can barely hear yeh."
"Err, sorry.. Just wondering since you're the only one around this area.. Could you check over my answers and give your views on it?"
He gave a snort as his meaty hand gestured for the paper, Stryder gave it to him. The reptile leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet on the corner of the table with a deep exhale. Well, that wasn't so bad.. Stryder sighed in relief, looking over the stranger. He wore large boots that looked like they were a men's 14 at least along with a few parts of its soles tearing off. He had a large yet muscled body frame, a shirt wrapped around his frame that stretched its design of a bloodied skull on its front along with a torn up jacket. His scales were deep red with a grayish jaw line. Above the paper being read, he could see the stranger's chest heaving up and down slowly; he looked like he was muscular with a bit of a belly, too. The dragon was shaken by his sudden few chuckles, his large body bouncing in sync with his voice.
"Hmm. Does'n look too bad to me." he chuckled, cutting his eyes to Stryder with a smile. "Jus get more in depth with th' answers, 'Mistur Stryduh."
The dragon shook his head, taking the paper. "Tsk, he needs to actually teach for once. To be honest, I don't really need this class to graduate in the next few months."
"So, guidance put ya in here too, eh? I's be here jus' to be here. Diddin' know that cutehs like ye'self would be in such a class."
" W-whoa, what?" Stryder paused for a moment. His tail loosened as he tried to pick up on what in the world just came out the stranger's mouth. "Sir.. I don't even know you."
"Now, now.. " the bigger male smirked, hunching over with his elbows resting on the table, his head ducked down as if he was a vulture in a perfect position, "surely, you must've paid attention to them there 'tendance sheets he calls out. Name's Durk."
Stryder gave a hand out and received a firm grip from the student. His hand seemed bigger and more massive compared to his own. Along with the handshake was Durk's scent, something new to Stryder; it was as if he had been outside during the rain.
"...Well, hello, Durk. It's nice to meet you."
"Very nice to meet someone like y'self as well. 'Ere's my paper if you'd like to revise it." he smirked, sliding it over to Stryder, as if it was on the down-low. The dragon skimmed over his answers, which were answered in full detail. He seemed like he was more than what meets the eye.
"Well, you certainly write a lot more than I do. It's an A for sure." Stryder complimented. "You write a lot more different than you speak."
"Eheh, thanks.. I ain't so great on stuff like this." He replied with his body bouncing chuckles again. "I'm from the ol' southern' areas. Ol' pop dragged me here when I was jus' ten."
"Oh.. I was raised here all my life. Didn't really have anyone here to talk to; most of the time I was just picked on."
Durk gave a gentle swipe to the dragon's cheek with a claw, "Aw, lil' draggeh got a buwwied life before?" he spoke in a mocking tone. Oh Lord, he's touching me.. Stryder thought, stuttering with a slight blush under his scales, quickly knocking the large hand away from his face. It was humiliating just to think of someone bigger than himself bring out one of his main causes of depression, just being bullied. The lizard smiled with his spare sets of teeth poking out like thick vampire fangs, looking straight in his eyes.
"Sorreh, but I hafta admit, I did a few parts of bullyin' back in my younger years." he explained, idly rubbing his index finger's claw against his thumb as if he was bored, " I stopped the habit.. I'm a good boy now."
Stryder smiled, taking his bag from the floor. "Ha, from what you tell me, I guess so. As f you made some epic turn around."
As the two talked together, it seemed like it was just ten minutes when the bell rang for dismissal. The lizard looked outside to the rainy exit, feeling the water droplets hit him in a swift fury. The bigger reptile gave a grumpy look followed with a groan of frustration.
"Well..my home's a bit far from 'ere. Ya got a cell, fella?" Durk spoke out, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a jade green outlined cellphone.
"Huh? Oh yeah, not a problem." Stryder gave his flip phone to Durk, giving a few giggles as several clicks and clacks were made by his fat digits on the dialing pad. Under several minutes as the purple drake looked outside to feel rain hit his scales, he received his phone back with a nudge.
"I'll see ya next week, Stryde." the hybrid winked to the drake before walking off into the woods near the school.
The drake stood there for a moment, slowly giving a smile. A new friend made just by a boring as hell class. he giggled with a blush, making his way home_. And we have things to relate to!_
The happy dragon hummed tunes to himself as he got to his house, a small portion, really. Stryder's porch only went up to four wooden steps, leading the visitor to its main door. As soon as Stryder went to his neatly organized room, he felt one of his pockets hum in his jeans. He flipped it out with a slight smirk. Heh, I wonder who this could be. he though as he clicked open his Inbox.
"Have a good wknd cutie " popped on the screen in grey text. The message made Stryder blush, over thinking... He can't be.. It wouldn't be that obvious that I don't have a gal.
"No.. Well, I never was interested in a relationship.." the curious drake told himself, tapping the cell to his palm, glancing to a pile of his magazines, several involving the study of tests, strategies of killing bosses in games, and a specific section in the middle of the stack. That specific section held numerous lewd images and screenshots of muscular dragons with poses that would even make a heterosexual blush!...or squirm in disgust. "I can't really take a side.. Then again, I cant be with someone just 'cus of their looks.." Was he really crushing on the hybrid, or just unsure with the small sense of pressure? For evidence, he does have a porno stash of gay dragons he'd wish just to meet in person, although he could never work up the nerve to even hold someone else's manhood, let alone stroke them. His thoughts overwhelmed himself as he was interrupted by a large tent between his legs. Stryder gave a calmed sigh, shaking his head. "You're the least of my problems.." he muttered to himself, amused with his index finger pushing the tent downwards, only to let the boner spring upwards in its cage. Stryder smiled, ignoring his sore-thumb erection sticking out and continued to organize his clothing and finish the assignment in that dreadful homeroom.
As the weekend passed, the two friends texted each other, the majority of some of the replies back to Stryder making him think about his orientation, texting back as if he was ignoring the flirts. Some were too personal or just too funny for the unsure dragon, either pranks or just childish, immature thoughts. Hell, Stryder needed action in that class before their winter break would start. Only Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday would be focused on and it's a whole week and a half to sleep his ass off.
It came to be the last class of Monday as Stryder came to his homeroom and sat in his arranged table. The weather outside was just a few spatters of rain falling off the school's roof, and there was something different about the classroom. Stryder saw Durk enter the room along with some of the other classmates. The hybrid pulled up a seat beside the drake, which didn't really phase him much.
"Ey, cutie." he smiled, giving a playful push to his shoulder. Stryder rolled his eyes, his mind that had forgotten his husky breathing, his deep voice that rumbled his name had came back, refreshed. Even though there was enough room for the two to sit at behind the table, Durk purposely had his elbows out as he began taking some of the things out for the class including his notebook and the large textbook that wasn't fit for the weak people.
"Hello, big guy." the drake smiled back. "How was your weekend besides spammin' me with texts?"
"Oi.. Exhausting, I'll tell ya that." the hybrid laid back in the chair with a snort. "I had to keep liftin' logs for pop, we were choppin' and makin' firewood when we could've simply put the heat on! Says its manly work, he does. But it's all over. How about you?"
"Oh, just cleaned.. I cant complain compared to your weekend though." Why is his voice so interesting to me? I find him... cute? No, I'm not gay, I'm not supposed to think this!
"Yeh must be one of dem people that OCD on the cleanin'!" he chuckled, patting Stryder on the back roughly. there's that laugh.. The one with his whole body...
"E-err.." the dragon tried speaking up, a lump in his throat must've came up, "Just hush, I like havin' my crap in check. Makes things quicker to find."
"Hehe, whateveuh. I put shit in a place, and when I need it I get it from that place. We have a substitute in this class, ya know."
Stryder groaned in agony, seeing a man not his teacher and out of place. This class was just the last two hours of his life wasted with nothing to do. Durk gave a carefree grin, putting his hands over his head as he kicked back as if this was some sort of break. "We kin' just talk just like Friday, fella. Time'll fly."
"I suppose.." the drake sat up, fiddling his fingers as the substitute played a movie of evolution, dimming the lights. The class' peers got in their usual huddles and talked as if- déjà vu so to say- it were that Friday again.
The purple dragon sighed in the corner of the room, looking to Durk's paper, as if he was writing something. With his sleek, thick tail rubbing against his knee, his lips parted. "So, do you mind if I ask why you keep calling me a cutie, Durk?"
The large framed lizard glanced to his friend and got his seat back to its original position on the floor with a brief grunt. "Heh. Sorry, I can't help myself. You're such a nice fella."
Stryder held his breath, looking around as that blush continued sneaking up on his face. Is he being serious or did this class' spell REALLY hit him that hard on the head? The lavender dragon gave his leg the squeeze that had left it alone a reminder of its coiling, extremely nervous of what in the world was happening. He was second guessing his likings, Durk could be someone he likes, and he had been having more "interruptions" than usual.
"E-erm... I can't really say that I find myself attractive to others." the shy drake said with his head lowered, twiddling his fingers around. "I never had someone to call a mate, not even an ex. Just didn't really occur to me, y'know?"
"...Well, ain't dat somethin'?" he spoke with his maw splitting into a wide smile as if he had just won a lottery, teeth exposed with his eye ridges raised. His look made the dragon slightly groan, just wondering, Goddammit, there's that look.. Please don't do something that'd get us in trouble.. "Heheh, well then..." his rumbling, low voice trailed off, slowly setting a large palm on Stryder's leg under the table, "I think I can change yer status." Stryder's eyes shot up to the substitute as soon as his leg was touched, blushing harder than usual whenever feeling violated by the large beast; that sub was just having his back turned, reading a book along with everyone minding their own business. Stryder's golden eyes slowly looked down to his legs and he figured the worst-- he was tenting a small bit. He could just imagine it, the girls laughing to him being violated, the jocks and other guys being grossed out by his cock springing out for attention and being suspended for weeks just because of that hybrid horsing around in a place where he shouldn't be.
"Heh, someone's arousin'!" the beast chuckled like a perv, moving closer so no one could see what was going on in the isolated corner, slowly cupping the package. "Bet ya didn't jack it in a mighty long while, fella."
Shit.. Shit.. It tickles.. the dragon squirmed, giving a soft eep. Why am I allowing this? It's such a great feeling, though! His caressing over my legs..his.. Fondling.. I... like it...
"Nngh.." was all the surprised dragon could muster, squirming even more, his tail coiling tight around his leg with a vice grip. Durk sighed softly, his throat rumbling with lust as he pulled off, exhaling deeply as if he had gotten a deep secret off of his chest, spreading his legs out.
"Damn, Stryde.." the hybrid looked to his legs and leaned his head up with a soft groan, careful not to be too loud. The lavender dragon moaned just as he had set his sight on Durk. The large reptile's jacket was exposing his muscle gut, looking nice and round followed with those magnificent pecs sloping above it; his nipples looked hard from how the skimpy design shirt hugged his body. Below his torso were his tight jeans that looked as if they were painted onto his thick, muscular legs. And in between was what made Stryder really blush-- there was a mound in between his legs, a perfect, thick bulge protruding outwards, slightly twitching and moving like a machine going haywire, bouncing and shaking around in its place, throwing a terrible fit, and his hands were no where near his crotch. What made his lewds pose even more sexy to Stryder was something he never saw before from the beast- his tongue was elongated, thick and lying on his chest!
"You should whip 'em out, fella. " Durk spoke in a lustful, deep tone. "Bust it right here on this 'ere table for a prank, eh?"
"W-what?! You're fucking crazy!" the violated dragon whispered. "You need to stop this!"
"Mmm, but mine's not even touched yet, babe." he seductively raised an eye ridge with his hands behind his head, he knew what Stryde was looking at, even just for a glance. In return, he made his bulge twitch again, giving a moan as his tongue swiped around the drake's smooth jaw, almost as if he was held by the tongue.. "You gotta return the favor."
"Not a chance!" he growled back, blushing as deep as ever, his erection not ceasing to go back flaccid. With a idle shrug, Durk got up and cricked his neck, stuffing some papers in his back pocket. For some odd reason, his bulge disappeared, as if he lost his hardness pronto.
"Hehe, fine. Your loss. But I'm sure you'll reconsider aftuh class, Sssstryde." he smiled, getting his bag as the bell rang, he left with no hesitation. The drake looked around his desk to see if he made anything, and back to his pants. *sigh* damn, that was too close for comfort. he thought, relaxing in his seat as his penis went back to its soft state. He got me WAY too excited.. Now, the paperwork to turn in. The dragon raised his eye ridge, looking all around his desk for his papers, but none were found.
"The hell??" he mumbled, looking through his bag. "I KNOW I did those papers!" Five minutes of searching had him sighing, checking his phone for the time. "I swear to god, if he took them papers... Of course he did." he scoffed, reading the new incoming text:
"My house. Ten minutes. Or notes go byebye >3"
Prick.. Of course he would. After turning all of that delicious, fresh meat down, there was bound to be some sort of catch! Stryde couldn't believe what he was going to do, but his primal lust took over his brain; he trailed off to Durk's house.
The residence wasn't far from the school, but it was a good option for Durk to wear boots; his home was near a muddy forest that took a lot from the recent rainfall. His house was not as small as the dragon's but its location pretty much summed up the consif the place had any. The wooden door opened as Stryde came in quietly and closed it silently. He felt a cool air hit his face as he looked around the living room, a loveseat In the middle and its television sitting up on its dresser. Stryde slowly walked around, checking a few of the things lying around, clothes, CD's, basically a clutter.
"Durk, I know you're here. " the dragon growled, checking empty bedrooms, bathrooms, and closets befoe running into a hallway were one of the doors were closed right at the end of the corridor. The was another sound heard besides Stryde's exploring through the household. It sounded like a heavy breathing behind that door, but it had stopped as the creature heard the lavender drake's footsteps.
"Strip to your underwear." said the voice behind the door.
"I'm not here for that, I want my school crap back- It's due before break!" Stryder shouted to the door.
"Hmmm, unless you want it back messy with spunk, do what I say, cutie."
The dragon stood there, his fists tightened. Why is he like this... he thought to himself, slowly clasping his shirt and peeling it off, shaking slightly. His form wasn't bad at all- in fact he was I ngreat shape, a broad chest, nice set of six packs, with a good set of arms hidden by all of his clothing. He looked to his pants and groaned, regretting this. He knew he could've rewritten the notes or got them from somebody else. So why is he going this far... just for notes? After several moments a lustful, long groan came from the door, bringing Stryder out of his mind. "You better work up that damn nerve, Stryde... this underwear sucks after a good long while!"
Stryder kicked his pants off and slowly turned the knob, cracking the door open, seeing what seemed to by Durk's room. His posters of flames all over the walls, his dresser cluttered with pens, cups, and other kinds of items, a large bed with a big hybrid on the end, licking his chops as soon as e saw the dragon coming in. He was only in his grey underwear briefs, posed just like he was in class, this time with his junk twitching more visually.
"Mmmurr~ the waitin' was worth it!" he smirked, leaning back. "I'm sure comin' here was worth it to you, too!"
He drake closed the door behind him, taking a gulp. His package was like a sore thumb just by what was teasing him, his lust taking effect. "I... I guess." he murmured, trying his best not to deny it. He wanted that big hybrid. Every part of him. "Is anyone else here besides us?"
Durk chuckled, licking one of his claws lustfully, cutting his eyes to his victim. "Oh, no... pop's gone for the week, prolly the break, too! Well, half of it. I can live off on my own for a bit though. But cuttin' to the chase." He beckoned the poor dragon just to the point where they were facing each other. "You follow my lead and help pop our corks-if you catchin' my drift, you get your stuff back. Deal?"
"...As if I got no choice."
"Hmm.. True, but I thought ta be more respectful than shovin' my dick up your ass without permission. Speakin' of which.." he rubbed downwards over his massive body of muscle that was disguised to look like a muscle gut belly to his underwear's waistline, "I want suckin' on mine."
Stryder gulped, looking to the reptile's eyes and back to his held-down tent pointing to him back; he could somewhat see the indenture of his penis through the fabric. He knelt down bt before he did, a palm interrupted his submission.
"Oh no, fella. I want you to make your way down." he chuckled evilly, holding Stryder's jaw to his chest, his elongated tongue seeping out of his maw. "How about a kiss to set the mood right?" Durk held his jaw closer to his, their musk mixing together as the purple drake parted his lips slowly, eyes scrunched together. The hybrid locked lips with him swiftly, his tongue licking all over in a frenzy and darting down his throat, surprising his friend. What ended the kiss seemed like endless hours under the past 2 minutes as they panted together Durk tugging and twisting one of Stryde's nipples to his creamed pecs, eliciting a whimper.
"Great affection.." he smiled, pinching them together as hard as possible, making the dragon yell in pleasure and agony. "start from my chest down, buddy."
He pulled off of the dragon, leaning back to his reclined position as Stryder hugged him closely, rubbing his rugged, scaled back. His snout nuzzled against one of the lizard's thick nipples before sucking on it, making it nice and stiff in his loving maw. It was like flesh, but he could not see the same thing as from any other part of the body with his lewd actions, groping the lizard's other pec or muscle before going lower to worship his round belly. Durk gave an exhale out his teeth, grinding against Stryder's frame until finally, he was at eye level with his musky groin. A claw pulled his waistline slowly, exposing his pubic spikes, mor hesitant as he pulled down even more.
"Hehh... " the large hybrid began to show a small blush under his scarlet-grey eyes, his mouth peeling up to a pervy grin as more of his uncut cock was shown. It flipped out its cage finally, proudly sprung high and mighty, throbbing like a mad machine bout to overflow; the drake shuddered, almost drooling as he could feel the thick heat just from his balls alone. He slowly came to lick it but as soon as he got close, the tool sprang even higher out of his reach. His eyes made contact with the dark shadowy ones above the belly.
"Don't just suck it.. Admire the girth and worship it all." he chuckled, having it repeatedly slap on the snout. Fuck.. I'm going for it so eagerly! Fine.. I'm gay. He slowly grasped the fat tool and dug his snout into the large ball sack that took his opening maw. A low, pleasured breath was heard from above as the drake inhaled his scent, licking all over, suckling on each testicle, stroking the thick member.
"Yess.. Damn, you're into it arentchya, fella.." Durk groaned, rubbing his head as his lower bits were teased. His shaft was taken, pulled all the skin to the base exposing his thick head and was slowly taken by that greedy mouth. There was a soft rhythm of the muscle gut hybrid bucking to Stryder's face, the small bit of pudge he had on his belly brushed on Stryder's horns as he twisted his head up and down on the throbbing meat that was offered and damn well taken with pleasure. He tasted a bit bland with musk, a hint of being salty with beads of precum spurting out every time the lavender dragon's tongue licked over his pisshole before diving down between his legs, the heavy balls brushing up against his chin with slight groans and murmurs of Stryder's name seething through Durk's rumbling breath.
"Aagh, Sssssstryide you'd make them porn actors.. pretty jealous, eh?" he panted with a brief laugh. "G-gettin' close there.."
From what took a lot of effort he grasped the needy dragon's head and pulled off with a loud, audible pop, his cock throbbing with multiple strands of his saliva departing like webs. "That was a close call, babe!"
With several pants, Stryder wiped his lips with his and, looking away. "I... never thought it'd be.. that delicious. "
The muscle chub scalie bent his legs a bit and reclined back, standing, stroking over the dragon's face, his hand clapping against his groin. "Hehhh.. I'll save the real action during the Break.. don't want a weird limpin' between classes, eh?"
"Makes sense to me." the dragon panted, eyeing the tool being played with as the climax was pressured to keep up. "Paint my face already, I wanna see the results of how well I worked you!"
The scalie chuckled, beating off faster as he felt his euphoria sneak up on him- Durkpulled his foreskin back and felt his dick jump and contract, ropes of thick, warm cum spill and hit all over his face, his purple scales invaded and taken over by the hot spunk, slowly drooling down his face and snout as more new loads kept coming to glaze the dragon. Stryder lapped up and licked his cheeks for the cum. After several pants and grunts, the two overexcited males calmed down and reached their afterglow, laying on the bed.
"Ugh..you got yer damned notes.. " Durk panted, looking over to the drake. "I see ya didn't whip it out." STryder glanced between his legs, feeling himself in his underwear that was still not taken off.
"Fuck, you're too crazy to not pound it during!" he laughed heartily, patting his shoulder hard enough to almost knock Stryder off the bed. "Well..don't even bother now. Consider it a challenge."
"Ugh... a-are you serious.." the drake questioned, gasping as he was groped by the hybrid's pudgey, thick hand, right to his tip. "Agh, okay, okay!"
"Heh, silly fella, always followin' the rules. Stay or leave, ima sleep..night, cutie." the large muscle head hybrid winked with a lick to his face before turning over. Stryder chuckled, rubbing Durk's large back and gave a small hug around his body. If this was a blackmail plan he had all this time just to end up with Stryder hugging him in bed, he damn well succeeded.