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This has been a massive delay, and I am glad you all decided to stick around. But this sites disclamer is that you have to log in, and read tags of the story, so no need for that.

I aim to actually finish the third part in a reasonable amount of time, although it isn't going to be almost 16 pages either. But I hope I did good, and i will be trying to edit this as days go by and fix some problems that are without a doubt going to arise.

Here is the link to chaper 1:Closer than Friends Chapter 1

Enjoy

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The small pocket of trapped air worked like a blanket laced with muscle rubs. While it warmed the humans back exclusively, the rest of the body however was left out to the steadily dropping temperatures. Combined with hearing the soft exhale of air across the room, stuttered from short shivering episodes. Stan needed some form of warmth.

The moderately sized room had an eerie darkness to it. Offering blind sight where his mind had placed the few objects in as slightly lighter, but revoking night vision from being possible. This was what he was working with as he took small shuffling steps, hands creating belonged ovals to feel his path out. Ears seemed to bend to track Hryssar's breaths. Still searching for a visual clue instead of walking around, in a limping zombie style fashion. Going step by step to his prey.

With each step, Stan drew closer to his goal. His hand reached down on a rather lengthy step, rubbing his hand along the cloth covered hay. Speaking to himself in a hushed whisper, he directed himself to his slumbering friend. "You need brighter scales. Or a light in general..." With a smug smile, he stared a step forward to get around. Trying to step over where he believed the tail was. Unknowingly planting his foot next to the threat in an effort to make a fool out of himself for stepping over where his mind planted the image of a tail. And then he turned.

The unexpected resistance caught Stan off guard. The lack of vision made knowing he was falling a reality when his body collided with the packed dirt. The impact primarily at his elbow, coupled with a hissing groan. Cutting it off in fear that Hryssar was one to attack when awoken. For a moment, he held his breath. Listening for movement as he wasn't aware how heavy of sleepers' raptors was. "Did practice and raw meat take that out of you?" Without bothering to stand up, he crawled onto him. First feeling around to where Hryssar was, and how much bedding was available.

The cloth itself was warmed already. Soft feeling, and without the hay jabbing up at him as he searched around a little more. Lifting his left knee, right hand seeking forward to the scaled warmth before he ran his hand along it. To the leftward movement, the scales seemed fluid. His fingers glided along it to feel a small bulge against his hand. A light pat sent a though of limitations. This should be his stomach. Pressing down lightly, the scales bending inward to show the level of elasticity it offered.

Along the right, the scales offered resistance. Tugging at his fingertips to as the ribs made pushing down neigh impossible. How long are the ribs? He thought. Unable to reach the neck as he took another knee. Closing his heavy eyes once again as he curled himself up along the bed. His black hair acting as a barrier between him and the emerald scales. With the slow breaths of the raptor, his head seemed to dip down the stomach slightly. Shifting closer to the mass to get into the 'too close' area.

Despite feeling wrong. The added warmth was welcome. His head settling down unknowingly with each breath below him as he moved in a more comfortable area. His hand rested up along the bulge of what was believed to be the food recently eaten. The entire right side of his head felt the pulse of blood.

It felt...comforting. Like a reminder of how much Hryssar has done for him. Apart from making him rub cream all over him and almost set this all up. But that was a discussion to bring up when they were both awake. In the time being, the light pulses and radiating warmth felt right enough to fight off his wandering mind. His fingers moving in a wave-like motion as he lulled himself to sleep.

Things weren't as much as they were for Hryssar. While not in a deep sleep, his mind was just shut down to basic needs. But one thing was for certain. The thumping on his sheath. His awake mind would have shoved him away. But while asleep... it started to shape his dreams.

The sun shone down warmly, radiating heat onto his scales and the meadow. Blades of grass bending, as well as contouring to his every move. The dirt compacting around his back and neck more and more with each little movement of his legs. Hryssar lied there, soon finding the balanced point where his legs were spread and was able to look up at the clouds. Clouds formed to shapes of old, moving past the stage of fluffy blobs. Instead, he saw in a growing compilation of them, what had to of been some shark of his past. The time he was pulled out into the ocean after needing to cool off. He had never felt so helpless than that time. The undertow more than he could handle, pulling him into deeper waters where his claws couldn't even find sand. The waves running over his nose to fill them with salty water. Choking him out in the tortuous ways that only the oceans can.

And then, as a small cloud came under the large mass, so did his hope. He could remember some major details about his savior. While unknown at the time, his rescuer ended up as a tiger shark. He had a silly name, but that was a minor detail. What stood out were the dark blue tribal markings on him. As well as the speed that bent his tail in to touch his neck.

Quickly the memory skipped ahead to the shore. The shark breathing down into Hryssar's nostrils to supply air. And using his tail as a means to knock out the water, he bashed against the raptors back as hard as he could. Cracking a few scales to force an exhale out, in which seeing the run of water out of the nasal slits were a relief.

And then things got a bit weird. The ruffle of grass, and a drop of a few flower heads onto him, he looked over to Stan. "What are you doing here?" He asked rather lazily. Preserving his position in the sun. Saying nothing, the mental projection of the human walked towards him. Shirtless to show his slightly tanned skin, and not so special build. And on him were the blue shower shorts he always wore. Lightly being tugged at by the wind. With a light lean, he brushed the flowers off down to the triangular sheath and over the opening into his rear. "Sorry. I hoped they would have gone off." He stated with a childish form of lying as he walked behind his friend.

Brushing his soft hands over the sensitive stomach, Hryssar giggled as he watched. Closing his eyes as the sun peeked through the clouds again. Moments later, he felt the hands run over his sheath and his tail hole. "Thanks I guess." Nothing would have prepared him for the next move. Two fingers pushed into his vent. Quickly pulling his flaccid member out of his body. "Stan!" with a strong kick to the left, he hopped onto his feet. His length slowly growing so it can then recede properly.

With a quick move, Stan was gripping the tail, and his slick length. "Now don't deny it. You know you have needed this. And nobody is here. So lets, you and me, have some fun like you did with that shark friend of yours." A smirk grew much larger than his lips could muster, dimples forming to pull in the extra slack needed. "So how you start..." With a lick of his lip and half closed eyes, he dropped down to his knees. Pulling his blue shorts down to reveal only his cheeks and what they hid from him. "Let me see just how extinct you are."

In the dark room where the two had both begun to sleep peacefully, right along the humans head was a slowly growing part of the raptor. Making its way onto his left cheek and coating it in the slick pre that enveloped his gradually hardening shaft.

The sun shone down as Hryssar figured one thing. The last time he had been able to get any release at all was when he was in the showers at the beach. At least that he was with someone else. But looking down, a wide grin, as well as a warm smugness swept over him. "I guess you figured out what happens every time we shower. But as tempting of an invitation it is, I don't know if it is possible. I mean, I easily out mass you in every way naturally. And unless you have a better idea, I must turn this down for your safety." However, ending himself off with his tongue lazily drooping over his teeth and salivating a little detoured his meaningful intent.

Turning to divert his temptation, he could only chuckle out, "You do know you are too small for me, right?" His legs widening, and his head went down to raise his tail up high. The laughter fading from him. With his tail up high, the thin slit of his anal vent stretched up. His sheath bulging wider as the first sign of arousal was beginning to show. His head melting off of the grass as he looked past his right leg back to his friend. "How about we get creative? I can't fully penetrate you. I know that by looking at you. And since you don't know what an invitation is...How about you get over here and help me out." He asked, rather smugly.

This was more than enough to seduce the young human. If he had gel, and long hair, he would have been able to have it hold straight back effortlessly. Leaving nothing but small insects in the air by where his feet were. Gliding his hands along the smooth scales, Stan deliberately ran his fingers along the entirety of his anal slit and then reaching under to questionably feel a pair of bumps between the anus and the sheath, grinning in joy during it. "Someone hasn't been active for a while." Giving them a light press with his right thumb, he leaned in to get his prize. Quickly pulling the rest of the raptors flaccid member from the sheath. Causing some of the preseminal fluids that protected it to squirt over his hand and the grass. Giving a light squirting sound as it was done. Giving an opportunity to lock eyes with his closest friend.

He didn't want to show it, but past the spine tingle of excitement, the perverse nature of the situation, and that he had someone else's hand that was able to reach it... he was resisting the urge to shudder from the feelings alone and fall over to make a fool of himself. "When you can find a way to get your cock in your mouth, let alone me to, and not bite it. You let me know. I would love to hear. But at least I have something you don't."

"What is that? A tail, scales? A row of sharp teeth?" He asked. Tugging on the slickened piece of interest in his hand.

Eyes rolled back and mouth ajar, he let out a long hiss of enjoyment. "I have the decency to be without clothing, and here you are in shorts." Giving a light think with his tail, he saved Stan the embarrassment of forgetting by hitting him on the head. "So. Here is what I have in mind. I will widen my stance a bit more for you go get under. And then you are to just let me get the head in. And then I, uh, we can see where it goes from there." His tail began to waive in the air to demand attention.

As the human walked closer, his sides began to hurt. While his left side seemed to be body spread, his right had small spiking areas of pain. "Hryssar!" He heard with an echo. "Hryssar, wake up!" The voice came again. Things began to fade as a rather enjoyable dream ran out of film. The jabs of pain becoming a reality as he gained an incomprehensible grunting moan.

"You were having either a really odd or good dream, because oh... Yeah. Waking up coughing and being jabbed in the eye from your dick!" A heightened degree of anger boiled up within his small frame. "And you know what I was coughing up? You can't guess wrong on this one."

The two stared at each other in silence. Still as can be with their chests raising and falling in tangent. Hryssar had the advantage in the quiet game that had started.

"Well?" Stan spat out. Wiping the clear fluid off his cheek. Holding it up by Hryssar's nose. "You were humping my mouth and leaking furiously. You better be having one hell of a dream... and I should be glad I woke when I did. If you would have slept any longer, you would have a metal rod rammed through your tail and through your mouth, all the while rotating you over a fire."

"Sounds delicious. Except for it being me. But might I ask you something? But you have to promise not to take it the wrong way." Both his hand seemed to scratch at his scales. Even if his chest had no reason to itch. His eyes averted their gaze down to his left foot. "It has to do with my dream as well, and I have to get this off my chest. I want to..." The soft touch of two hands holding his jaw closed put his words back in his head.

The stern and angry tone had softened considerably. "You speak too much. Considering what you were doing. I would say you had a sexual dream. And nothing else is going on and I doubt I can sleep with you being horny. So I promise. Sort of." His grip along the snout weaned.

Waiting for a time to speak without biting the hands, he looked at the blue eyes of Stan. His words wavering along themselves as he started. "We. Well... I um... In my dream I was... How to say this right, but you and me were. Naked to start."

The shocked look snapped on the human faster than the gasp could even begin. "You were having a dream about having sex with me?"

"No... Didn't get that far. But I was about to though." Out of guilt of admittance, he turned around. Tail bending as it ran along Stan's ribs. "I can understand if you see me different now, but it was a dream, just that."

"It is never just a dream. Never. It explains a lot, though you and I aren't compatible if you look at it realistically. For instance, you can compete with Jerome. Although he still has length on you. He always will. Though, feed my curiosity here. But how do you think it would work. And do you have something so I can see more than a shadowy figure of you?" A pair of claps lit the room up to a vibrant white glow.

Along the walls, the dirt covered pieces of wood and metal along the sloped base, up to a work in progress wooden wall. Off in the far wall, next to the door were one of the three lamps, and a large portfolio and paint set on a lengthy desk.

"I am going to kill you for the light, but bring you back so I can ask what you draw." Stan asked as he walked up to the series of papers.

Behind Stan, Hryssar walked up quickly. Both his tail and futily trying to hide erection. "No, don't look at those. They are private." He piped up quickly. Lunging forwards to rest his foot on it. Although in the process of holding his foot up, he showed himself off to his friend. Hissing out a warning of aggression.

"Easy Hryssar... You act like you have a private journal in there, or that you have had these feeling for longer than I thought. And I don't know why I am not reacting like I should. Guess you peeping on me and me violating you a couple times does that to a man."

A gentle sigh came from the scaled being. "I want to have a relationship with you, I honestly do. Though the last one I had, he did something to me that make things complicated..." He sighed out, removing his foot from the portfolio. "I have problems where I can't really control myself all that well. As to natural instincts. And if you look at my neck, and by my sheath. You will find these small specs where my skin is scarred from mating bites. While I would love nothing more but to have sex with you, or to get help relieving myself. I find myself trapped in if I do I can hurt you. Or that is would be enjoyable for both of us."

Backing away ever so slowly, Stan eyed the widening shaft in fear. "You are too thick, even at the tip. And is that another problem you have. Can't masturbate on your own? And to be fair to you, I sort of purposely pushed my thumb into you." It was Stan's turn to be ashamed. His cheeks reddening a little.

"Someone's blushing..." A coy voice responded to him. "And tell me. How would I? I have sharp claws, and teeth that can sink into the flesh of any animal with the slightest effort. You think I can make myself cum that way? And I don't like to use the collector my dad has. Some female gecko or something gave it to him because of some college course. Although she never did get it back. "Followed swiftly by a light chuckle and the widening of his right eye.

Walking back by the far wall, Stan stuffed his pockets with his fists. Squeezing tight before relaxing them. But one thing had stricken his mind. 'I have to figure out what he doesn't want me to see... And how does he draw? He can barely sketch in class, but he acts like he has a diary full of dirty secrets.' As he turned asunder, his eyes focused on how his friend was so comfortable. Hell if he were naked with an erection, he would have thrown a sheet over it and hoped they weren't paying attention. "Hey Hry..." He spoke wavering. "How can you stand that?"

Walking towards Stan, he easily lifted him onto his back. "Easy. There is a hole and well. You don't have to be a crow to figure it out. Though it takes a while to figure out position wise." Stan adjusting him self onto his back felt familiar. Much like a jockey on a horse, or a child on a dog. He walked with an off balance strut, while trying poorly not to bounce. Smiling cruelly from the groans and displeasure behind him.

Right across the hall was a smaller room. In the very center of it was a bulky design. Obviously fixed up over time. The most visual piece of it was the fur covering it. It was like the beast he saw earlier, but constructed to have a tail and neck on it. Other than those, it was set up for a raptor to fully dominate its prey.

Stan fell off of his friends back and limped over to the machine. Scuffing up dust as he walked. The 'collection' machine felt soft. Padded with firmness of muscle, but without any budge. First he checked out the tail. Fluffy, with a semi-opened hole from use under it. As well as another below it with a larger gape in it. His hands never touched those areas. Rounding to the front, he looked at the neck. Thick leather in layers was bored through with sharp punctures. "This might explain why I can't find your mother at all here."

Watching Stan look the machine over, he lined himself behind it. "She is long dead. But Here. Let me show you how this works." Hopping up to line himself up, he leaned forward and bit the neck area. Slowly closing the distance from his hips to the 'preys' hips.

Near dumbfounded, Stan looked him over. "You are going to in a way masturbate in front of me? Let alone go to cum in front of me?" his hand raised up to slap Hryssar on the nose. "What is wrong with you?"

Looking over at Stan, his expression of happiness changed to him bearing his teeth to him. Anger boiling up. "I am going to have to cum weather you like it or not. Otherwise you can just fall asleep with me threatening to hump your mouth or hair. Your pick." Lowering himself from the machine, he leapt just inches from Stan. "Or... you can help me out. You don't thin I got the signs of your them going in me? Or that you would rub a cream all over me for nothing in return? If I knew better, you would want this. Oh and the fact that you didn't beat me for that. For all I know, your dream was with you and me having sex."

Raising a fist into the air, he slammed it into his friends jaw. "What are you talking about!" his actions primarily in a defensive manner. Knowing full well the extent of the damage that could be caused by a light nip. "I don't want sex with you, you know that Hryssar. Now just go get yourself off with that machine. I am going to try and get some sleep. And then in the morning, we can talk this over. Understand? " His eyes glaring up as if to threaten to hit him again.

The room fell silent of all noise before an angry sounding hiss came up deep within Hryssar's chest. A short snort left him as he snapped at the air near his nose. "I am going to get you back for that. Do you understand...Stan?" His head cocked gently to the left as his eyed furrowed in a glare. Following him walking out before speaking lightly. "Why else would he wear shorts with netting?" Digging his talons into the dirt in frustration, deep bores giving meaning to his heavy steps. A steady stream of creaks could be heard as he mounted up onto the machine. Growling into the neckpiece.

"I can't believe him... He tries to think I want sex with him, and yet he is the one who started all of this." As he walked into the room, he now had to know what was so secret with the portfolio he had. And what was in the desk of his. Something, anything to explain this would be required. Especially when sleep now wasn't an option. Walking up to the desk was mindless. He could hear the creaking sounds enough to know when he would head back. And he could only assume he had at least ten minutes or so to find out what goes on in his friends head to use as leverage. First he started with the drawers.

Pulling the first one open took a little work but finding a couple pencils, and paintbrushes would confirm the drawing aspect. Even the multitude of colors neatly arranged in a near color wheel fashion showed his care of them. "So he does draw. Although it would explain why he has these large canvases." With a short step, he opened up a couple and was amazed. A few self portraits that couldn't be real.

The first one was arced in as if he was looking in a mirror and took a snapshot. The nostrils were closed. Eyes open to show off his gaping smile. Even with a few emerald scales mixed in like it was done recently. Although the incomplete background of a poorly made sunset threw it off as unfitting. But surely better than anything in class. Although why didn't he do the same?

The next one was impressive. A full body shot with both him and his father. Or mother. The lack of any defining characteristics in the species didn't help the matter. However as he looked into it, the wooded forest in the fall let their green colorations stand out from the brown and plethora of warm colored leaves on the trees. Under the smaller raptor was a brown smudge, more than likely to resemble prey. 'This must be the memory of his first hunt with his father.' Stan thought. Listening faintly for creaks that slowed down to nearly one every two seconds, down from three. Closing the portfolio in a satisfied feeling in his gut, nothing but vivid memories had to be left. And If he knew all them now, it could only be a disaster. Looking around to find a better position to hear, he lost track of the creaks, taking it incorrectly for slowing down to savor the heightened amount of endorphins longer than a few seconds. Then he wondered just why Hryssar would have acted so strange when found near the desk. He was covering something exclusively over anything else there... the journal.

A guilty trio of steps brought Stan in front of the desk. Looking at the wide hard covered book. Tan with red lined paper. Wavering hands stretched out their thin fingers to clutch the journal. Sliding it over the smooth surface to his chest. Apaun opening the well used cover, the name contained no name whatsoever, but flipping the page was a hastily written entry.

_Dear journal, As a first entry, I must be the luckiest raptor there is. Down at the beach, enjoying the glorious sun bathing I was able to get. Just to be warm and cushioned by enough sand to dig a hole and cavern system to rival a colony of ants. Although the water going in didn't help.

This is where I became lucky. To cool myself off, I went in the water. Just enough to crouch down and my head in the air. I was hit quickly with a large wave that crested over head. And then I could have lost my life. The undertow pulled me under and deeper to where I had to stand on claw to keep above surface. Which meant that I was sent even deeper to where no raptor should ever be... deep enough to not touch the bottom._

Kicking as hard as I could did little but tire me out enough to start sinking. Having water fill your lungs is the worst feeling to have next to eating vegetables. His handwriting curved near the end as he tried to squeeze his thoughts in the smallest line on the page. However flipping the page continued what he forced on.

_As things went black, I am not sure what happened exactly. However, this shark was above me, with my chest hurting and water dripping down my snout. It wasn't later that we would see each other again. I know it was him as he had some dark teal patches along his back.

We met in the showers of all places. Both washing the salt water off of us before I am not sure what happened to get us there...but we kissed. Only I pressed back into it. We even set up a meeting to the beach the next day. The last words were; "You can call me Michal Huux. Preferably Huux as that is what everyone calls me._

As Stan closed the journal, mouth agape at what he just read. Cautiously pushing the journal to where it formerly rested, he looked towards the door. A sharp hiss rose up before a wise toned voice spoke above him. "Did you enjoy breaking my privacy? And I think we need a talk."

His reaction caused him to freeze before he looked up in a fearful reaction of being caught. Sprawling out, he jerked back to bump the thick chest behind him. "I just opened it, I didn't even get to read more than the silly title people use in these things." He spoke quickly in his defense.

"Do you know how long I have been here? And by the way, I guess it is right for all the times I have done it to you. But I guess it is out for me then." He spoke holding his tone. Turning tail to return the hit on Stan's arm as he closed the wooden door. "And that is only for bumping into me, I still have to his you a good couple of times at an undisclosed time... and keep in mind. I have legs with claws designed to sink into flesh." a hidden smile covered his face. Returning to a stern, eyes partially closed stair. "Nothing leaves, all this is between you, the dirt, and myself. Follow me." Walking silently down the rooms length, he lied down on his bed. Head lifted up in a half laying, half sitting position waiting for his company to get closer.

Reluctantly, Stan walked closer. Running his fingers through his black hair. "I would have expected you to say that you wouldn't bite. Although I know you have more control over your anger than I do." Guilt hanging low and getting lower as he closed the distance. Any time the words 'we need to talk' came out of anyone, it was always bad. And yet, he owed it to Hryssar to give in for an exchange of words. Tentatively, he walked up within reach. Watching the eyes watching him. Though he remained in a standing position, ready to jump back if it came to it.

As tired as it came out, it was a self punishing expression that burned his throat with each word. "Stan, you have to understand one thing. That journal is something I never wanted you to read, and you must realize that by now... From after practice. I never intended to let another person know this. But I have had a relationship with another male." His head looked down at the bed. Which a soft hand lined up to catch.

"You should know by now that I don't care. I am not going to turn away from you over this. You will get much further just from having faith in your friends." A encouraging smile wrapped up his bit of recycled advice. His fingers squeezing open the raptors mouth.

The fingers were removed with a strong lift of his head and stretch of the jaw. A little bit of tongue to push the fingers out helped as well. "I am serious Stan. The last person I was with had a passion hotter than the pavement on a summers day. It was great at the start, but you would figure changing things would help enjoy the..."

Cutting into Hryssar's words, he had to stop him. "I am not going to have sex with you if that is what your asking. You have a dead deer machine for that. And we may be friends, but we aren't that good of friends." A step back, and he was ready to step on the thick tail.

"Don't you think that I haven't thought this all out? I tried to get the message to you all year long. Between getting a look at what would be your entire body, and to have my hand slip over your groin a couple of times. I wanted to at least get to explore you a bit more. As with you to me. Mutual. Please." His eyes widened as he used them to beg.

"No chance. We aren't that kind of friends. What about the other guy who you were with? Hux." Stan asked.

Jumping up from his laying position, Hrysssar loomed over Stan. "It is Huux. And we split because it was one sided. He was a dominant. I even have a good bite mark from him under my scales. But when I tried to be the one to take him. He became frustrated. And then shoved me into a small pool. After, it was a rough couple of months before you arrived." His hands rested on his friends shoulders. "Can you for just this once. Just tonight. Can we be a bit closer than friends? I swear I can repay you for this." The grip soon turned into a hug as a step forward allowed the thick scaled head to press against the lightly muscled back of the quarterback. Squeezing to maintain the hug as resistance was swiftly met.

When he broke free, Stan glared at him. "Repay me how? By 'returning' the favor? Then I might as well have us be your closer than friends. Heck, we might as well lie on our backs and spread our legs." Sarcasm drove his statement strongly. Although he couldn't expect the sarcasm to come off so weakly.

Falling back onto the bed was soft, and his legs opened up with a light lift in them. In this position, the beds shape lifted his body to a gentle curve for a natural look ahead notion. The scales were slightly lighter, a pale green fade under his tail and up to the chest where it was a deep green. Between the slightly moving legs, was a triangular sheath that had a little shimmer to it, and the slight quivering of a nervous tail hole. "Thank you for this."

His jaw dropped at this sight. "I. I." His right hand pulled down his face. "I didn't mean that you should go and get in position. Jeesh you are pushing our friendship."

"Just explore a bit. No harm from it can be done. And then you can understand my kind. I mean we are extinct, no? Do you know what just a few years ago that just being able to see my kind alive would have been monumental. And here you are getting the opportunity to touch one without fear of becoming my lunch. And when I say that I will repay you, I mean in more than full without any sex or groping involved. How about going to your old state and being able to show off your own raptor? It would be funny for the both of us to have them see a raptor for a first time and fun in fear. Now tell me that little noggin of yours will say that it is worth it in full." A sick grin stretched his face back. Playing several cards against Stan.

While the temptation was there, he had to think about it. While he would want nothing more than to have Hryssar jump onto a few particular individuals and scare them to death, that would also go into the lines of murder... or animal control paying a visit. And then another idea came up. "While the offer is tempting, add in one thing. You need to traumatize a few people to the point that they will never be able to hear anything about dinosaurs again." His added proposal would come at it's own cost as he heard a set of vibrating vocal chords in front of him.

"You just help me get aroused and it is a deal." A grin being hidden by hi scales.

A hasty end of the bargaining was made with a firm. "Deal." The once hidden grin parted his snout at Stan. A clawed hand slid down smooth scales to his sheath. Using Quickly indicating for tan to come closer with a curl of a single digit.

Stan approached with a wary acceptance. Resting his right hand cupped the tip of the sheath. Thumb resting along the slit. Resting it along the small scales, taking time to get used t the feeling of the strangeness that pulsed out in thick waves. While the two looked at each other, it resembled a fractured mirror. One shard showing the thankfulness, while the other showed nothing but agony.

Hryssar was the first to help the situation. Holding Stan's hand in place in an effort to ease the tension. "It is alright. You are making it worse than it should be. There is nothing wrong with it. Nothing leaves this room, so you have nothing to fear on that. And just to do me what you do to yourself." The green eyes glimmered in anticipation. Asking as a friend for Stan to continue.

As innocent as it seemed, the soft tip of the saurian cock pressed against the thumb holding it inside. Quickly dropping up through the warm fingers. Slick in the protective liquids that allowed the cavity to remain moist. At first it was pale. Translucent even in his hands based on the color alone. Stained the color of his own fluids. The shaft itself was flaccid. Slick, flaccid and felt like a earthworm by burrowing through the hole of his hand. Small bumps of the thin veins filling up and expanding on both sides oh his thumb and index finger. It would have been one thing if it was dry. But the cool and slick aspects of it were enough for his hand to try and pull away as his friend held him still.

As it plumped up with blood, it was strongly tapered. Supporting a little bend to the left and right. The color fading from a deep purple up to a orangey red. Soon with a hiss to show he was done growing. As it still seemed like it wasn't done, it felt like there was a layer of blubber over his thin cock inside of it.

"what do you think?" Hryssar asked proudly. The near inch and a half thickness was what he was happy about. Still rather small length wise, but he still was growing. Leaning forward, he removed his hand from Stan's. Pushing up to get a small thrust in and to ensure his available movement.

The thrust into his hand caused Stan to recoil back with him still holding the shaft. A light chuckle surprised them both. "Well, I think a German shepherd would be able to laugh at you. But I guess I know where your fat is stored." The merry mood of the raptor was crushed into shame.

Eyes looked down as the hand of Stan covered up the majority of his shaft. "words hurt you know. And I am built this way for a reason. Otherwise we risk hurting our mates too much. And it is much easier to get something in when it can be smaller. And give me a year and I will be much larger than your species pets. But I will eat any dog anyways. Sure may be larger. But at least my balls don't look like someone took a leather bag and glued it to me." Hryssar was always one to rebound from a small insult. But in light of the circumstance, it was all the same thing. And shepherds were freaks of nature anyways in his eyes.

Four eyes closed in unison. Two of bliss, two of wanting to not see what he was doing. Sliding his hand up, the liquid popped with air between his fingers. A simple motion was able to work by gripping it like a toothpaste tube. Squeezing it let his hand rise up, while relaxing his forearm would let it fall. It felt familiar, as if he had used petroleum jelly handy at his bedside hidden nicely under the corner.

Squeezing small sections of his hand, the member in his grip could hardly be considered real. It was literally silicone that pulsed with surges of blood to thicken for only a second before it grew soft. "Are you sure this is it? I mean it feels like I have a box of latex gloves that I am squeezing." A firm squeeze was added as emphasis. Forcing out a light lungful hiss of pleasure out of the squirming raptor.

"It is very much real. But give me some credit. I am not fully engorged yet. Lets see you try ejaculating a second time within the hour. It is doable, but you don't get hard until about the end." Kicking his left leg out to a full extension, it held out to tense out the thick haunch. The foot curling up into a compressed ball. As the feeling of surrounded pressure along his length was the sensation he knew he needed more of. But Stan surely wouldn't let him... would he? Bashing his membrane eye lids over his eyes and cooing, his hand rested along the humans wrist. "Stan? Would you mind doing something else for me?" His head cocked to bunch up scales on his left. Tongue drooping out from his fading feeling. Using his hand, he lifted the humans arm up and down to remind him to pump his hand over him.

The grip broke. A light web of fluid that weren't just form the pre fluids. Snapping back to even out the two surfaces of flesh. "Enough Hryssar!" Stan beckoned out. "This is too wrong. I try to abide by your kinds culture and traditions. I do. But you have to ok at mine for a moment." Using the slickened hand to hold out his index finger. "First, humans have pets that are animals." Holding out an additional finger, he pokes the large reptile in the stomach. Fingers showing just how loose the scales could be as they pressed inwards. "Humans having sex with animals is called bestiality. Now I am not sure if it applies with you to one of them, but for humans. Sex with animal equals bad and against the law for many reasons. Now you. You are an animal, so am I. But it is like if I had a pet iguana and for some reason decided to have sex with it." As he backed away, the light grip on his hand thickened to a vice. Claws threatening to tear the skin if he continued to tug away.

"I may be a reptile to you. But you mistake yourself." Hryssar wanted to be firmer. Show dominance on the situation, but knew he had to keep himself the rational one of the two. Using his tail, he swept himself up to take Stan with him. Pulling the human into his neck. "Stan. Your kinds pets are not capable of talking. Now unless if I am a figment of your imagination, then tell me this. What is so wrong about this? Friends help each other. And you know I would return the favor. Even convince a few females I know on the cheerleading team to help you out to 'wash the gay' off of you. But Stan... there is more to this than you want to deal with. Right now, I could easily force myself on you. I never would. But I want to experience something that only close friends could. You see it as wrong. But most won't see it at all. Now please can you help me get some relief. I was right near the end."

More than one light went off. Not all white either, but a few red ones as well. "Hryssar, know this. I am only doing this because I know if I don't you would end up crying about this and find some way to go into a depression over all of this. But for our friendships sake. Please don't have me to this again. I can barely stand to look at myself masturbate in a mirror. Now doing it to someone else is enough that if I think about how gross it is, I will end up throwing up" As the two made their way to a calmer state of mind, Stan took a knee on the bed to the standing reptile. "Just give me a warning besides a hiss."

Wrapping his hand over the girth base, he squeezed along the bottom with his thumb. Skin pulling taught behind the finger, with the front bunching up. With the blood. As well as on reaching the last few inches, a growing bead of pre that soon turned into a thick string that hung down only an inch before wrapping up on the warmer hand. His hand went to where his pinky was acting like a small ring to keep some pressure on the darkening point.

Above the hand, the raptor was making small fissures into the dirt below his feet. Shuffling back and forth to avoid hopping up and down, or even collapsing to the side in the sensation of someone else stroking him. His breathing matched the pumping hand. Slow to exhale, but quick to inhale. Soft hisses gurgled in the closed mouth to try and suppress a moan that really wanted to come out. Soon losing as a grunting bark pushed his tongue out over his lips and sagged. Salivating up as he rested it outside of his moist mouth.

"Hey Hryssar? Can you move your leg up a little so I can switch hands?" The right leg lifted up to rest a few inches out to widen his stance. As the human adjusted himself, most of his slender frame was under his friend. "And if you fall, I am going to de scale you." The frustrated human uttered. As his former able to grip thing hand was slickened with the thick watery liquids that seemed to drool out of the tapered shaft. Forming a quick pace to start off, he slowed only a little to realize he was going to make his friend cum before a warning could go off.

Hearing hissing above him still, he assumed he still had time. Quickly feeling the shaft grow much firmer. Still a little bit of give to his hand, but life surged through it with enough force to make the rounded bump on the far side of the triangular sheath cave in.

On an exhale, open mouthed from working his arms out. Trying to slow the inevitable stream to get away did nothing but let a good teaspoon amount of liquid land inside of his mouth. When he loosened his grip to try and block the buildup, a highly pressurized strand roped his face. Coating most of his nose and left cheek. Even getting some areas such as the top of his ear as it dribbled down his hair. The ejaculate was like liquid fire. Hot, and stung the scratches the raptors claws made on his wrist.

But his mouth had it the worst. The lingering taste of a very thick glob rivaling mucous seemed to be like he stuck a salt lick in his own mouth. Just the nature of it stuck to his teeth. As he tried to push it out. However, even getting a large amount of it, the salty nature made him salivate enough to swallow involuntarily the remainder. Forcing out a gag as his hand dropped in dismay. He wanted to yell, but the long string that melded with his nose gave a sensation that had him scratch his face. Only smearing the paint white love fluid of his friend around.

Meanwhile, a large moan left the raptor. One that made his legs quiver as he forced out a thrust down. Moving the last strain to coat over Stan's right eye. Hovering in his after glow, he lifted hi leg up wide as if dismounting a mate and backed up to catch a view of Stan. "Thank you so much Stan..." he spoke. Trying to suppress the growing urge to laugh at his friend in a locked position that could only put the word 'why' into the air. "you are the one who put your head in front of it, that was your fault. Although it isn't too bad. But I doubt you would let me help you clean up a little before it dries...although if you want it to dry, I would love you all the same, if not more."

Clenching his fists, he glared up at Hryssar. "I asked you to warn me by not hissing. And now look at what happened! If I wasn't afraid to have cum in my nose, I would say that I reek of you! Just.. Whatever. Get this stuff off. I can feel it shifting around and I would rather get it off than smear it." Expecting Hryssar to grab a towel or a cloth, he just saw the green scaled reptile lean down to him. Being able to look into the nasal openings on his exhale gave a last hint of what was meant by cleaning him off. "I barked didn't I. I did warn you." The playful manner if the situation left his tail wagging in wide arcs as the purple shaft disappeared into the sheath. As the wide tongue dashed out, Hryssar began to lick along the humans face. Making it wet with his saliva. Stepping forward to keep the retreating male within distance of his suffocating licks. Giving up after a few steps in. Assuming he wanted to leave some on his chin and neck. "There. Was it too bad? And I don't know why you complain on the taste. It is rather bland if you ask me."

"Because you are a creature who is like my dog after he ate my sock. I am sure it was just bland to him too.. And yet you wonder how this is bland to you... Now just give me some space from you so I can forget all of this." Stan grumbled to himself as he stood and walked to the desk. Looking over some of the pictures again.

Behind Stan, a soft thud came out as Hryssar dropped into his bed. "I think I can take a nap now. I am wiped. But during the day, we will go to the beach. I want to show you something that you read in my journal earlier. Should help clarify a few things. In a way that just shows two friends going to a beach. Trust me Stan. Not even your dog will know about this."

As Hryssar curled up to rest his head on his tail to sleep, he looked once more to see Stan burrowing his head in his hands. Perhaps forgetting all too soon that they were coated in a layer of pre. But it was the next best place to get some solitude, and forgetting what was just on your hands would only be a good thing for the time being. Although the musk and scent of a raptor was now able to soak in for a good laugh another day...Although it might be good to want to be spoke up as well.

While on the bed, the smell of his own ejaculate and pre was able to be smelled. And if traced by a keen nose, it could be traced to the hovering source of Stan's slowly drying hands and cheeks. A good thing he was unaware of that fact so far...

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Let me know how I did. And the usual. Like if you liked it, not sure how cum works, but I assume it is a sign I did a really good job for someone. But in the mean time. any ideas, suggestions. Anything at all. feel free to ask in a comment or through pm. Even suggestions if you have something you really want to see.

Thanks for being patient with me and my lazy nature kicking in. And I hope i didn't mess up to make a wait a bummer.