Need
The first thing to hit my bedroom floor is my backpack followed in short order by my jeans and my boxers and then, after a few seconds struggle, my singlet. This leaves me completely nude as the day I was born, but rather better equipped and far taller. There isn't anyone in the room to really appreciate the sight of an aroused fully grown male black dragon though, so I don't bother flexing or putting on a show and instead just turn and fall back onto my bed. The bed springs groan in protest as a good two hundred and forty pounds of dragon fall onto the cheap mattress, being a full time student and part time retail means I should be glad the spring don't just break through and stab me. I'm only just barely aware of these though as one hand has already wrapped around my sizeable dragon dong while the other rubs my nicely sized nut sack, my fingers toying with the familiar sack and making my entire body hum with sexual energy.
I'm not hard yet but already my dick's too big for one hand, a good two inches of black dragon meat hang one on side or the other as I stroke. It may be unfair but it seems like natures made me a shower and a grower. It doesn't take long, literally a second or two, for the blood to start pumping down there and my length to thicken up, spreading open my grip until my fingers barely touch and the length... Well let's just say every time a guy has grabbed a ruler to measure he's had to put it back and get a measuring tape instead. It's not entirely the length for that either because my prick's got this mean curve to it so that when I'm standing up my ebony inches end up pointing straight up. Apparently it's normal for big guys to be curved, something about getting trapped in clothes or something, never worried me to be honest.
I reach over to the dresser with my ball stroking hand and yank open the draw and fish around inside through spare change, condoms, USB sticks and other collected clutter until I find the lube. Usually I'd add just a few drops of the silicon stuff, just enough to let my hand move freely, since it's so hard to clean off properly. But it's been one of those days so I just squeeze and waste a good five bucks of silicon along my shaft which, after my hand spreads it around, leaves my cock looking like a porn stars equipment, all slick, shinny and big.
My lungs give out a deep exhalation and with it goes the stress of the day, the same day that made me have to get naked the moment I got through the door. My hand moves nice and slow, pleasuring my length while in no way building up to an orgasm yet. Just working my shaft slowly to let it get as hard as it can because as big as it is now it can get bigger. I glance down over my firm pecs and developed six pack and feel a flush of arousal flow through me. Yeah I get turned on by the sight of my own cut dick as it goes through my hand, but then I bet you do too and your dick probably isn't as nice as mine now is it?
My dick swells a little and redundant precum swells from the eye of my fat head. I ignore it though and let it build until I feel it's warmth splatter onto my firm stomach. I don't usually pre at all when I use lube but then again I don't usually need to get my clothes off the moment I get home either. My hand speeds up just a little and my ball fondling hand returns, a little lower down now though and a single finger traces my taint as I let my mind wander.
The day had started with my alarm failing to go off so I woke up from a dream where I had this stud of a wolf on all fours, my dick ploughing him like he was a farm, or a farmer, to a throbbing erection and my phone telling me to get out of the shower. A cold shower later and my dick was as flaccid as it could be, which isn't saying much. I knew there was no way I could wear jocks today so boxers it was. I don't really like wearing boxers out and about though since with my size I like a little support. Little did I know the entire day would see my prong in varying degrees of hardness that meant that boxers were hardly the right choice. I didn't have classes so instead it was work.
A bus, a train and a jog later and I was at the store just in time to take over from my boss, an elderly lion who put my muscles to shame. Not that I actually find him hot though, he's tried to pick me up once but the kind of stuff I've heard he is in to made him entirely off limits. I like my men like I like my milkshakes, vanilla or minty fresh and full of cream. Plus it's never a good idea to fuck your boss. Anyway the store sells all those health supplements and fat burners and stuff that body builders know how to use and other guys buy hoping it will make them look like me.
I know it's why I was hired, well one of the reasons anyway. Skinny little guys come in, see a seven foot tall black dragon with muscles all over and ask what I use or what I suggest since I'm all built. Unfortunately for them my build's mostly genetic since my dad was a behemoth, which gives my black scales a light purple tinge, and my mum was a black dragon. My dad's also the one responsible for the length down my pants threatening to firm up, I honestly don't know how my mother takes him all. Anywayl I know what the stuff does and it's not like I'm swindling them, I tell them they need to exercise and get a trainer for the best results. Some guys come back and they're all buff while others just stack on the weight and wonder why, it's hardly rocket science if a guy like me can work it out.
I shiver as I feel my balls churn and I slow down my strokes. I want this session to last and I haven't even gotten to the good part of my memories yet. The entire day was hot guy after hot guy coming into the store wearing as little as possible. Which made sense since it was that first week of true summer where everyone is surprised by the heat. Now I'm no slut but my eyes checked out every ass, from the firm toned body builders to the chunky ones that demanded my hips slam against them of the power lifters to the skinny round things of the twinks coming in hoping to graduate to one of the other rumps. Then there were the crotches.
I grit my teeth and let my paw stop and just hold the base of my erection, finger tips no longer touching no matter how hard I squeeze, and damn do I squeeze. As much as the sight of a nice rump gets me going the amount of guys who came into my shop wearing sweat pants or sport shorts was damn high, but expected of course as we're right next door to a gym. And those pants like to fall back and outline a nice compact fox sheath or a long dangling bit of bear meat or a boars thick, cut dong. The entire day I couldn't spent more than ten minutes without seeing a rump I wanted to plough or a cock I'd have loved to have had in my mouth or hand. One memorable guy had both, a skunk power lifter of all things. His ass just begged to be spread, fingered and then ploughed by an eager dragon and his dick... I don't think I've ever seen one that big on a mustelid before, and he was flaccid. I don't usually bottom but I would have lifted my tail up high and begged to feel the skunks large belly grinding against my back. After he left I had to think of as many gross Internet memes as I could to get my cock back to manageable.
Ordinarily that would be the memory I would be retrieving from my spank bank and it is tempting to do so but there was another thing on the way back on the train that trumped it. The train was crowded and I only just managed to squeeze into the train, reminding me of my first boyfriend only without the whimpering. Anyway once in there I ended up wedged against the wall and then this cute young fox was against me. He couldn't help it either since this rhino in front of him and her two little kids were taking up so much room, polite about it but still. So he's pressed up against me so close I can smell him and it's nice, some kind of fruity scent there. People say foxes have a strong musk but to a dragon it's not really apparent. Anyway his ass, a nice firm bubble butt, is pressed right against my crotch and there is no way he can't feel my dong hardening. Every turn of the train and every stop or slowing point pushes him against me, and he wiggles his hips just enough that I'm not sure if he's being polite and trying to avoid my dragon dong, which he can't, or if he's deliberately teasing. He gets off one station before I do though which leave me unable to get off until I get home. Hence why the quick strip and why now my hand is working my cock nice and hard.
My breathing gets deeper as I focus on this memory but this time the fox doesn't get off a station before me. Instead he stays on the train. My cock stars to drip now as I let my taint rubbing fingers grip my sack and give it a gentle tug. The fox presses and wiggles even more than before and then as the train comes to a stop he turns and winks at me and guides a hand down along his t-shirt to an obvious bulge in the front of his shorts. I let out a grunt and thrust my hips up into my hand, my orgasm still a distant objective but damn is this mental fox pressing all the right buttons.
Now we're somewhere else. There's a bed so it's a bedroom obviously but it's not mine. The fox is in front of me and I'm already naked. He takes his time stripping off and at the same time I already know what he looks like naked, gotta love your imagination for that. He's a skinny little twinky thing just like on the train and his prick suits his frame, slender, canine and pointed, slim and average length. It's also leaking copiously, like a cock can only do in your imagination or stories. Then he's on his knees and his cute muzzle is stuffed full of dragon meat.
I shudder and thrust up into my hand again, the muscles on my stomach tensing along with my biceps as I really get into it. I imagine his tongue, his soft eager tongue, lapping along the underside of my shaft while his paw works what his mouth can't take. Screw that though, instead he's taking me all the way down like only a certain horse has done before, that long face coming in advantageous, and the foxes paws are cupping my sack and stroking my stomach.
I grunt a little louder and now I can feel my load in my balls. Or at least the pleasure of orgasm building. I don't ease off either like I normally would. I need this release more than I need to prove to myself how long I can last or how much pleasure I can give myself. In less time than it takes to think the fox is now on all fours, his red and black tipped tail hiked up, his shapely rump spread open by his paws as his green eyes look back all lust filled. I line myself up and do what I can never get away with except with the most capable of bottoms, I thrust in to the hilt in one hard thrust.
My hand can't simulate the feel of an ass accurately but I let it go from the head down to the base and give it a tight squeeze and hold that squeeze. My other hand takes other the stroking as in my head I start to fuck the fox. I imagine how tight he is, how willing he is, how he moans and pushes back against me, how his voice breaks as he begs for more, how he tells me how no other guy has made him feel this way. My balls throb and I let my paw settle right up near my head to stroke at my sensitive points. It doesn't take long for my balls to start to lift and then... and then...
"Hey, Mal!" I hear one of my house mates voices through the door. I ignore it though and concentrate on the fox. His hard dick so close to release as I wrap my paw around it.
"Mal, you should see what Adam and Jamie are doing now." The voice comes again, louder now so I can tell it belongs to Barry. I ignore it again though the lock on the door will keep him.
Wait.
Backpack, jeans, boxers, shirt.... lock?
Fuck.
I look over in time to see the door handle open and there is no time to do anything. No time to pull up the covers or grab my boxers, not even enough time to turn to face away so he can only see my ass instead. Nope the door opens and Barry the mutt steps in.
"They're blowing.... up... uh..." Barry said and then his mouth caught up with his brain which was getting real time updates of a dragon with an almost impossibly long dong in hand and his stomach coated in his preseed. Now Barry only moved in three months ago to replace Phillip who moved in with his girlfriend and we've gotten along well. He moved in since things weren't working out with his girlfriend at the time. But we hadn't yet had the inevitable running into each other nude scenario that seems to happen to all room mates, though I had noticed him stop and look at my shirtless a few times. While I had expected him to see me nude at some point I hadn't expected him to see me quite so fully.
"I.. uh..." He said as he awkwardly raised a paw to his stomach and scratched it, the slight belly jiggling. The mutt wasn't fat enough to be called a chub, heck even to a gym buff like me I wouldn't even call him fat, but then again I liked him. I think comfy might be the term I'd use, he's definitely the biggest I'd think about fucking, any bigger and my dick just dies. He identifies himself as a mutt as well but, and I know this sounds racist, honestly one dog pretty much looks the same as another. He's got a slightly curvy tail and thick floppy ears like a beagle and his fur is all white with brown and black spots, one big brown irregular splotch right over his right eye half hidden behind his glasses.
Then I notice the bulge in his pants, the way his tongue is hanging out of his muzzle just a little, the look in his eyes and how they are focused on my dripping shaft. That's not really the kind of look a straight guy has even when they are amazed at my size, I haven't always lived off campus after all. I give myself a slow stroke and he sways a little on his feet and licks his lips a little. Now as I said Barry Isn't exactly my type and I learnt a while back not to complicate the room mate arrangement with sex but then again there is over a foot of black dragon meat going to waste and an appreciative audience right here now. So I sit up and turn and spread my legs, let the mutt admire the view. He drinks it in like he's not had water for years, a cock drought suddenly being quenched by a flood.
"I should probably... go..." Barry murmured softly, his voice saying the words but his body showing no attempt to leave. In reply I spread my legs a little more and open my mouth to reply. All kinds of porn dialogue fills my head like "Why don't you give me a hand," or "Like what you see?". Instead I decide to keep it simple and say a single word.
"Stay." My voice comes out deep, commanding and it may as well have been a command to the mutt who freezes on the spot. I stand and walk towards him, my eyes on his eyes but his don't look back, they follow the bounce of my dick as I approach him. It's a little shallow, a little manipulative but I use all the trick as I walk up. I tense and let him see my muscles, the definition popping out in the right places and his breathing turns into a pant. Once I get to him I reach forward, past his cheek and push the door closed and lock it. I don't think Floyd our other house mate is home but I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.
I don't say a word as I reach down and grip the bottom of Barry's shirt. He doesn't say a word either but just lifts his arms and head to help pull the t-shirt off and then I let it fall to the floor. His chest and stomach are soft and the fur covering them is also soft so that when i lean forward and my cock rests against his stomach, which makes the mutt shiver, it just feels like a warm shivering pillow against me. I hold him there for a few seconds, his head only reaching my chest just like the fox had done. The mutts scent is more raw than the foxes, sweat and soap, but it's not unpleasent at all. appreciate his body against mine and then I hook my fingers in his shorts and tug them down.
I hadn't really thought about whether the dog was a boxers or briefs kind of guy and it turns out both were wrong, the mutt liked to go commando. His schlong is so hard it bounces up as I pull down and the waist band to reveal him. Whats average for a dog anyway? I'll admit I've never actually slept with one and you can't go by porn averages. There jutting from his groin, perfectly straight and uncut which just made me a little jealous, were a half dozen thick inches. I guess that's average, below average? I don't know, don't really care either because it suits the mutt. The balls are a little too small for his shaft though, actually on second thought it's more so his sack is too small for his balls, the white furred sack free of the black and brown splotches of the rest of his body doesn't hang loose, it holds his nuts up tight under the nicely sized dog prick. Unlike the fox in my imagination Barry had a 'normal' non canine dick, which was a little disappointing. Disappointing in the same way that the free Porche you won was red instead of black, only a spoilt little turd could be disappointed.
I wrap my paw around it and am shocked by just how hot it is. Barry whimpers a little and finally looks up at me and opens his muzzle to say.. well I don't know what he's going to say since I press my muzzle to his and pull him in close by his cock until our muzzles pull appart. His body is amazing against me, his short fur and slight pudge meaning he just kind of melts against me. He's a good deal shorter than me as well but he just slots in against my chest and I engulf him entirely in my arms and hold him tight. My cock pulses and stains the fur on the front of him but neither he nor I care about that.
Slowly I draw us back, letting the mutt step out of his now discarded shorts, until we approach the bed. I step back and sit down on the bed, my legs spread apart to let the dog see all I have to offer. Barry looks at me for a second and then his eyes descend to my cock again. I'm used to it though, when your double the size of your lovers ex's they tend to be unable to look away.
Normally most guys get the message without me needing to say anything. My dicks hard, I'm sitting down so it's at the right height for them they drop down and suck what they can, or lick, or stroke and on one memorable occasion swallow. Barry though... Like I said the mutt moved out from his girlfriend and hadn't said much about why. My eyes look over his slightly chubby frame, the thick inches jutting straight forward with the head now half exposed up to the thin glasses frame and I wonder if it's his first time with a guy, if that's why things didn't work with his girlfriend. Doesn't matter in the end though of course, he's here now. He's hard now.
"You like my dick don't you Barry?" I ask. We both know the answer already but I like to hear it and I think he will like to admit it. He doesn't say a word though and just nods.
"No, you have to say it mutt." I say, my voice almost a growl and the dog shivers and his cock bounces a little. It was a gamble but then the way Barry acts around the house I thought he was the type of guy to get off on a little bit of verbal abuse. I reach up and grip him by the chin and draw him down to my cock. He whines and whimpers but his tail starts to wag behind him while his cock drips onto my foot.
"Say it." I growl out as I lean in and give his ear a soft nip. He jumps but doesn't stop wagging his tail.
"I... I like your cock." He says softly and I can feel his words blown onto my dick which just makes me harder.
"Of course you do, mutt" I reply and push him back away from my dick again and then press down on him until he drops down to his knees. "What do you like about it?"
"I... I..." He starts and freezes. For a moment I wonder if I've pushed him too far but a quick glance makes it obvious that he's fine. No cock is as hard as the mutts chubby inches and no tail wags that much if the dog isn't enjoying it. I grip him by the hair and pull him in close, letting the head smudge against his glasses and leave a gross smudge.
"C'mon little doggy. What one thing about my cock is making you drip all over the floor huh?" I growl and then lift my length up and slap it against the side of his muzzle teasingly. Barry actually barks a little at that, or it may have been a bark it could also have just been a grunt, either way it's hot.
"All of it!" The mutt replies louder than I had expected. "The length, the girth, the colour, the shape. It's perfect, sir." He then moves forward to lick it but I hold him back just far enough away that his tongue tip can brush against the underside of my cock but he can't get any more of his wide flat tongue against it.
You ever had someone compliment your cock like that? It's a real turn on and a half let me assure you. Having someone basically just worshipping your dong like it's the head of a new religion is... I don't think there is a proper word for it. Sinfully delightful. Sacrelicious. Hot. Plus he called me sir. He never calls anyone sir. The straight dog on his knees inches from my cock called me sir when I turkey slapped him. I know I am going to enjoy myself
I draw him up willingly between my thighs and then rest the tip against his lips for a second before pulling away, leaving only the lingering taste of my pre on his lips. He laps it up eagerly and then pushes forward towards the source again but I hold him back easily.
"How about the taste, mutt?"
"S..sir?" Barry looks up again and he's all confused about the question. He's already told me he loves my cock, why won't I just let him suck it is the question he's asking himself. If he's asking himself any questions that is, the amount of blood he's pumping down into his cock must be slowing his uptake.
"You told me you like the length," I stroke it in front of him. "The girth," I draw up his paw and wrap it around me, his fingers not even coming as close to closing around it as mine do. "The colour, the shape." I continue and shiver softly as his paw starts to stroke my length, I don't stop him as I continue. "But what about the taste?"
"I... I don't know, Sir." The mutt replies and that's all the prompting I need to draw his face in against my cock again and then up to the tip. I leave my hand on the top of his head but don't do a thing. It takes less than a second, less than a millisecond, for the mutt to test his limits and plunge down on my cock. I groan theatrically but I am in no way acting, the teasing, the jerking I was doing before, the entire day has lead to my cock wanting this more than any other sexual encounter short of my first time. Unlike my first time though I'm not ready to cum after a few seconds.
I let the mutt choose the pace, the depth, everything and he rewards me with his flat wide tongue and warm tight throat. I feel and hear him gag as he takes more than his muzzle can accommodate but still a good quarter of my cock is outside his lips. It's better than what most guys manage though, not that I tell him that. Instead I just give a deep grunt and start to pull him off. The mutt resists at first so I push him down further along my cock. Slowly inch by inch he gags and shudders until his nose is pressed right against my groin. Then I pull the coughing and spluttering mutt off my ruler defying cock and let it just rest against his nose.
"How does it taste?" I repeat, trying my hardest not to show the condition he left me in. If he noticed he doesn't let on though as he continues to cough and draw in deep breaths.
"So... so..." He breaks off into coughs again and I wait until he recovers. "So tasty, I could eat it all day long."
"What would do if I let you suck it again?" I ask in my sweetest voice. I offer him the tip again for a few seconds like the White Witch and Turkish delight. And then just like the frozen bitch I pull it away and leave the mutt whimpering for more. The look on the mutts face, his glasses all skewed, the fur around his lips damp with saliva or precum and the look in his eye. The look of a cock sucker born discovering his birthright. Maybe I've been reading too many fantasy novels.
"Anything." He replies and for the first time in at least five minute his eyes leave my dripping eye and return to my dark blue eyes. His brown eyes are honest and clear, he really would do anything to be allowed to suck me again. But then I already knew that. That is not how this game works.
"Would you give me your rump? Let me break it in? Leave you so loose any other guy won't be able to satisfy you?" I growl out and he hesitates, glancing down at my length, probably thinking about just how much it would hurt when applied by the force of a muscled dragon as myself. Then he nods slowly. I don't push him to speak though, the once straight dog just said I could fuck him in exchange for sucking more cock, that's worth more than a submissive "yes" any day.
"Would you let me record it, post it up on the internet, show all your friends how much a mutt like you like getting mounted by a dragon. How much the little doggy likes being a bitch?" I say as I bring my meaty shaft back to his lips again, leaving it there for a moment before I pull it just out of reach. His tail freezes at the thought of his friends seeing him being a bitch, but only for a second then he nods again.
"Will you wear a collar around the house? Be my bitch whenever I want you?" I growl out and again bribe him with the tease of my head for a few seconds before pulling it away. "Let me lift your tail up and mount you when there's nothing worth watching on tv?"
"ANYTHING" He all but yells and then pushes my hands out of the way and dives down my cock again. He doesn't stop where he did before but instead forces himself down where I had to drag him before. My eyes open wide as I watch him do what no short muzzled guy has ever done before without me forcing it as his moist nose presses against my groin. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and hold him there, not that I had to though, he wasn't going anywhere. He can't really suck or use his tongue, instead he swallows which squeezes and strokes me in a way I can't really describe.
If he had wanted to he could have demanded anything from me for another few minutes of his muzzle. I would have let him tie me up, collar me, fuck me raw, anything. Luckily he didn't know that though and just kept swallowing and moving his muzzle back and forth a little until I let go and start to push him back. I watch as my black dragon dong appears from his muzzle and wondered if the mutt was a sword swallower in his spare time. It's like some perverted magic trick and I half expect to only get half my cock back but before too long all of my length was there in front of the mutts muzzle.
"Bend over the bed, mutt." Is all I'm able to manage in my deep commanding voice. If the mutt notices though he doesn't let it slip and in a moment he's bent over my bed, his curly tail raised up high and proud showing a hole that may not virgin but may as well be compare to the size I'm sporting. His cheeks are spread but his hands are holding him up, he's got one of those rumps that just present themselves to you, and that makes my cock twitch. I grab the lube bottle and halve the left over contents between his rump and my length then throw the bottle over my shoulder, not caring where it lands or that I just used up the last ten bucks worth of lube.
Normally I'd use my fingers, normally I might even use my tongue, eat the mutts juicy ass out a little. But I can't, my cock won't let me. It's a poor excuse I suppose but it's true. The only reason I wasn't still balls deep in the mutts mouth, watching his glasses fog up, feeling his throat swallow again and again was because I wanted his rump. No want is too weak a word, I needed his rump in the same way my lungs needed oxygen. Another thirty seconds without his ass wrapped around my cock would be the death of me.
I give his rump a smack and he grunts out, barking or moaning again. I give the other cheek a spank and this time it's definitely a bark. I grip his sweet, soft cheeks even though they are spread for me, I guess it's habit. It's also habit the leads me to lower myself down, his smaller body all laid out before my seven foot tall muscled frame. I feel a bit like a giant or maybe he's a bit like a dwarf, either way my schlong rests between his cheeks and grinds back and forth letting him feel the heat of it, the length of it and the hardness of it.
"Mal..." I hear Barry's voice and the concern in it. I let one of my hands release his cheeks and stroke up his back and then rest on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. I look down at my head resting against his tight ring and wonder if the fat prick will even fit. I press forward slowly, experimenting to see if it's one of those rings that just spread like butter but it's not. I've fucked enough guys to know whats coming isn't going to be easy and I have two choices. I can take it slow, spend an hour or so easing myself in inch by inch, waiting for him to adjust, waiting for him to feel OK, waiting for him to let me slip another inch in. Or I can hold him down and slam a foot and change of dragon cock into a exit door designed for small packages exiting only.
No real choice is there?
I hear the mutt scream as I hold him tight, one hand on his shoulder, the other wrapped around his chest, and my hips thrust forward hard. His ring spreads around me because it's that or snap and the dogs body is far more pliable than his nerves like him to believe. I only get about half way in on the first thrust, the same length where a fairly nicely hung raccoon or skunk would be bottoming out, and it takes two more hard thrusts, each one making my prick harder from the heat of the bitch beneath me and the tightness of his anal ring acting like a cock ring. Finally my hips flatten against his plush rump and I pull him back until our balls rub together.
"You said 'anything', mutt." I rumble against his ear as I grind against him. "You don't offer a dragon anything lightly. Especially when that dragon puts your own pitiful cock to shame twice over." I run my hand down underneath him and find...
"Fuck, Barry, you're still hard..." My hand wraps around his average length, squeezing it, stroking it, and Barry just gasps and nods. He can't speak but he presses his body back against me and that says it all. Three months ago this thickish cock had being pleasuring his girlfriend and now it was dripping hard from something that would make your average faggot furry go soft. I draw my hips back a few inches and then slam in hard against him. His cock doesn't diminish at all, in fact it pulses, dribbles and hardens. So I pull back a bit further and then slam myself forward and the cycle repeats until every last inch of me bar the head is out of him and being returned in short order.
Now I've got the mutts cock in my paw and it's pulsing and is ready to go off like a grenade or a firehose or the cock of a guy being fucked like he's only ever dreamed of and never experienced. So what else can I do, I put my cock to good use and just grind myself around until I feel his prostate right there. I ease myself back until my head is resting against it and then ease back and forth, playing it like some kind of weird organic violin. With the sounds the mutt gives off it may as well be a violin as the entire room then the house fills with the sound of a dog moaning for more dragon cock, and a dragon very kindly supplying it.
"Stop, stop!" The mutt cries out and I slow down to see what he has to say. "Don't.. don't... going to..." The mutt gasps, almost sobs out, and even without the fill for the blanks I know he's asking for more time. I give his cock a squeeze and it's all to obvious the mutts past the point of no return and is living on borrowed time as it. I feel sorry for the guy, not to long ago he was the one on top thrusting away into some tight pussy. Now he was the pussy and his very first time was leaving him ready to blow just from having a dragon inside him. The nicest thing I can do is help the process on with a few more thrusts.
It doesn't take long at all for his cock to explode. One second I'm thrusting back and forth the next I can't move for fear of breaking my cock as his ass clenches like a vice. It hasn't been three minutes since I got into his ass and the mutt is right there on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly it's like I'm fucking a wild thing as the mutt writhes underneath me, pushing back and forth along my cock, like his body is too small for the pleasure running through him. His voice gets a new intensity too, whimpering and moaning, as his cock grows in my hand and then starts to fire thick wads of seed. I can hear the splats of his seed against my sheets and then his ass relaxes as I slide back in to the base again, the mutts spent dripping cock still my hands. Now he's all mine in a way no woman has ever made him feel.
I lift one of my legs and step it up onto the bed to let me get just a little bit more power into my thrusts. Each thrust makes the mutt groan and that just makes me thrust harder which just makes the mutt groan loader and soon we're stuck in a positive feedback loop. Then my balls start to draw up and I know exactly where this is going to end. I drop my leg down and pulls the whimpering mutt back against me and just go wild. I know I'm ruining his ass and yet with the noises he's making I just don't care. I feel my orgasm building and I don't stop it. Instead I go harder, better, faster, stronger. I gasp as I feel my balls pull up and my cock start to pulse. I pull back fast and manage to pull out just as I start to spurt, thick wads of my seed splattering along the back of the mutt underneath me. Each splatter of cum makes the dog shudder like he's been struck and I wonder what's going on in his head. I stroked my length quickly and milked the last few drops out, rubbing them on the mutts tail and then aimed myself against his once tight ring and pushed in, getting a moan from the mutt as I made sure to grind against his prostate as I slid in.
"Round two" I growled into his ear.
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Round two was a draw, round three saw him scoring twice to my once while in round four, the longest round by far, we had another draw. I scored first but he didn't let us finish until he got one last almost fluid free point. So I guess the ending score has the mutt wining by one point but by this point he's not much more than a gasping whimpering pile of fur and dragon spunk. I don't even want to think about my sheets, I'm just glad I have spares.
Slowly I pull myself out of the mutt and look down at the hole I've just ravaged. It's not pretty but then it's not bleeding or ruined so obviously the mutt is made of stronger stuff than most. He took everything I could dish out and then wanted more, wouldn't stop until he got it either. I sit down on the bed next to Barry and absently stroke his fur getting my hand sticky but I don't really care that much. He turns over and looks at me and then looks down like he's embarrassed or something. I don't know what he has to be embarrassed about though, the guy took a dragon dong like a champ. A guy who as far as I knew was straight until about three hours ago. Then again maybe that's the embarrassment, that in three short hours a foot of dragon meat undid the foundation of his personality.
"You did good, mutt." I say and pet his rump gently and his tail begins to wag a little again. So I'm not sure exactly whats going to happen now, I don't know if I can see us dating and he's probably going to have to work some shit out. I guess the only moral I can get out of today is that if you don't turn on your alarm clock you'll end up fucking your housemate. Hard. Four times.
And he'll love it.