Down In The Park
Sedric wandered along the gravel-strewn path, lost in his thoughts as he listened to the stone crunch lightly under his rubber boots and the gentle patter of the rain against the hood of his raincoat. He'd spent most of the day in his cellar, where he'd set up a PC and equipment to use as a recording space for his love of sound-editing. It had been the easiest room in the house to soundproof, and since he didn't own anything that justified being stored in a cellar it had been either a DIY recording studio or a dungeon. And he could be as easily handcuffed to his own bed when a little whipping, buggering and ballbusting was in order, he didn't need a special room just for that
Spending the daytime underground in artificial light will make you irritable of course, which was why he usually made his musical efforts during the evening, but he'd had one of those ideas he just <i>had</i> to try, mostly involving raiding his kitchen for utensils, cutlery and crockery as some kind of makeshift gamelan. Progress was proving slow though, and rather than continue cursing his lack of success at recording and modifying the sounds to his satisfaction, or bemoaning his lack of actual musicianship, he'd climbed back upstairs to the sound of the gentle rain on his windows. Perfect for clearing his frustrated head
So here he was now, shed of his civilian clothes (where music was concerned he rarely worked wearing his raingear), dressed head to toe in his slick yellow suit and black boots, inhaling the sweet smell of the rain and the earth, enjoying the placid grey sky and the mostly empty park. If it were dry there might be families and such scattered about, which didn't bother him at all. By now everyone in the Polchester area was familiar enough with the sight of a waterproof dragon out and about in all weathers that it was of no importance to them. But it was wet and he had the space to himself, head down in daydreams as he watched his rubber boots one in front of the other
Once in a while he passed others. He wasn't the only person willing to go walking in the rain after all, or who took pleasure in it. They didn't really dress according to his tastes, though he always lived in hope. A few wore wellies of their own, the dragon carefully trying to ogle without being seen to ogle. "So much live-action boot porn," he mused to himself with a sly smile as a cutely nerdy toad passed him by in neatly pressed slacks and somewhat incongruous and almost spotless green rubber on his feet. The toad would've definitely suited a more slick outfit to go with those well-maintained boots, imagining if the toad liked his wellies as much as the dragon did and if he would accept the dragon's snout buried in his crotch. Nothing to be pursued of course, he felt a little rude just by appropriating the guy for a saucy daydream that was now giving him a stiff prick that he wished would either dissipate or that he could risk disappearing into a copse or thicket to relieve it
His state wasn't helped by the next person walking towards him down the path, the dragon fighting a blush and looking more purposefully down despite the eyes that wandered back up for a peep. Ahead was a bulldog wearing an unmistakably shiny long, belted mackintosh, rain running down it, a deep charcoal grey in colour and matched to rubber boots with the kind of delicious raised detail suggesting protection of the toes and ankles and, beyond that, industrial usage. Whether the bulldog, who was a burly-looking figure it had to be said, actually wore them in an industrial capacity was impossible to say. Right now he was drawing ostentatiously on a cigar, savouring the moment even as Sedric was savouring the view, imagining being sandwiched between the tough, macho dog and the geeky toad. Maybe the two of them spitroasting him, passing the cigar back and forth over his head. The dragon had such a thing for men who smoked cigars or pipes, and now he was imagining the bulldog introducing the toad to the habit, his daydreaming was becoming too multilayered to stand in such a public space. He nodded to the dog as they passed, crunch of gravel almost in sync, a polite nod such as he might have given anyone else as if he didn't want to kneel and kiss the dog's boots and offer himself as a sex toy. The dog for his part gave a curt nod of his own, exhaling billowing smoke through his nostrils as he disappeared from Sedric's line of sight
<b>*SLAP*</b>
Sedric stopped dead, head up, mouth open. Okay, he had definitely felt that and not imagined it. A hand casually spanking his arse in passing. A very crude, inappropriate and blokeish gesture and one he should've been indignant about, <i>would</i> have been indignant about on any other's behalf but Jesus his head was already flooded with the thought of what just happened. He spun sharply, the loudness of it causing the bulldog to pause as the dragon looked back at him. "Yeah, like that huh darling?" the dog said in a voice that sounded like it belonged with a London gangster, turning himself and smiling, puffing out more cigar smoke
"Hi... I'm Sedric..." the dragon replied. It was an automatic response, the closest fit he could find to the situation having no previous experience of such a specific kind of come-on
"Larry, if y're interested," the dog replied, walking up to him, casually looking around to see if they were alone in this stretch of the park. They were. "So, are you interested?"
Sedric blushed harder and fumbled. "Just like that?"
"Sure, not the first time I've done it in the park." Dear god the dog was quick to business. Sedric was intensely aware of the fact that he was being offered a casual hook-up of the most quick and dirty sort, the sort he usually avoided in favour of something with a little more connection, and he had to admit he was in the mood for it
"Okay, um, where to?"
The bulldog laughed and slapped his shoulder and led the way
"Urf, I need a good fuck," the dog said bluntly despite his ever-present grin once they were what he judged to be safely deep within the trees. Sedric, whose sexual adventures in the Great Outdoors had been limited to the much more expansive Lans forest and the odd giving in to desire in city alleys, simply trusted him. Then he stifled a yelp as the dog stuffed his paw down the dragon's tented raintrousers without so much as a kiss, laughing merrily and filthily as he did so. "Yeah, no underpants eh?" he said as he grabbed Sedric's hard shaft. The dragon panted slightly and shook his head
"Nah... never under raingear..."
"Mmmm, best way to do it," the dog replied, free hand fumbling with the belt and then the buttons of his raincoat. Soon it was hung open despite the continuing drizzle, revealing a good, thick cock that Sedric immediately wanted stuffed down his throat. It was too much to imagine that that toad was going to pop up suddenly in a shiny yellow jacket and ask to join in, but getting the bulldog to himself so unexpectedly was one hell of a pleasure regardless
"So how y' wanna do it?" the dog asked, chomping the almost-spent cigar again. "I don't take it up the bum"
"I do," the dragon replied with a giggle, amused by the dog's blunt manner. "But um... can I taste it?"
"Good start," the dog said, dropping the used-up cigar and grinding it out under his boot, smirking as he watched the dragon's eyes go to it. "Aww, y're one of those types are ya?" he laughed, immediately fathoming the dragon's interest much to Sedric's embarrassment. "I don't really go for it, I mean hurting geezers a lot, but I can slap y' around a bit if you want me to"
"Just a bit," the dragon said cautiously. The dog nodded and removed his hand from the tight yellow pants, and before he knew it Sedric was surprised by the dog's sharp backhand across his face, nearly sending his glasses flying. Before he could recover from the sting of that blow a swift boot to his balls had him doubled over, sinking to his knees
"Good boy," the dog chuckled, pulling the dragon's head up to bring his lips to the fat canine shaft on offer. "Now suck on it"
The dog was all business now, thrusting his cock insistently into Sedric's snout. The dragon, still wheezing from the blow to his balls, happily obliged. Larry's cock wasn't excessively long but it had to be as thick as a can of coke. And the dog was making well sure the dragon showed it proper respect, one paw confidently planted on the back of Sedric's head whilst the other fished for another cigar. The ritual of biting the tip of the cigar off, spitting it out, lighting it, inhaling and exhaling made for a masterful performance that had the dragon melting even as he struggled not to be gagged by the pitbull's fat rod. "Good boy," he said again, "very good boy. Make a mess on my wellies for me"
Sedric was glad to obey, pushing down the waistband of his slick waterproof trousers to let his cock and balls spring free, one hand now beginning to masturbate whilst the other was clamped to the dog's arse both to fondle it and to steady himself as his mouth was fucked. Whatever the dog's claim not to like inflicting pain much, he was more than happy to dole out other abuses as he pulled the dragon in tight, forcing him to keep the dog's dick almost at the back of his throat as he moaned and gurgled around it. He did all he could to relax his throat and better take the dog, concentrating on his own hand's quick, eager strokes at his own cock. He could taste the hint of the dog's precum already, imagining the canine cum being hosed over his snout and slicker. His own dick dripped the first hint of precum in turn
"Keep sucking it lad," the bulldog growled, drawing hard on the cigar and exhaling the most expansive cloud of smoke yet. Part of the dragon was beginning to wonder if the dog would stub the damn thing out on his snout, and another part of him was wondering if he was masochist enough to enjoy it. But in the end the dog did no such thing, instead continuing to smoke it indulgently as he pistoned his hips against the kneeling male. Sedric could taste the precum being drawn across his tongue in greater and greater quantities, wanking more aggressively than he would've liked, as he loved to tease his own dick, in order to make sure he could spurt over the dog's wellingtons in time
"This is it... hmm yeah, this is it..." the dog panted, pulling Sedric in close again. "Get swallowing!" With that he thrust hard, almost choking the dragon as he began filling his snout with his cum. Sedric could do nothing <i>but</i> swallow, the dog all but drowning him as his own dick shot too, the first ropes of jizz splashing the wet grey rubber. It never stopped feeling good to know his spunk was landing on tough, work-ready rubber. Especially when it was being worn by the no-nonsense bulldog whose spasming cock was slowing back down to a trickle. "Good boy," he gasped a final time as he pulled back to wipe the drops off on the dragon's nose. "Now get up. Gonna stick it in that arse of yours lad"
"Yes Sir," Sedric replied a little unsteadily as he rose and looked around for something to lean against
"Aww, no 'Sir' okay?" the dog chuckled as Sedric found and leaned up against a sturdy-looking tree. "Really can't stand it when people call me 'Sir'."
"Oh, okay S- Larry," the dragon corrected himself hastily as he presented his rear to the canine. The canine in turn laughed and positioned himself behind his conquest, Sedric feeling the paws slap and fondle his rear end for a moment or two
"Oh very nice, very nice," the dog chuckled, "You take 'em big?"
"Mmm-hmm," Sedric replied without taking his eyes off the tree trunk
"Yeah thought so," Larry said, the dragon feeling the first touch of that fat cock pressing up under his tail. He bit his lip and braced himself as the bulldog, barely lubricated at all from the blowjob he'd just received, began pushing up inside him. "Feels nice huh?" he grunted, sounding pleased with himself. The dragon nodded, teeth gritted as he was spread wide, the dog's paws stroking over his slick-covered sides. Part of him was mentally giggling at the dog's pride over how his cock must feel inside when he would't take a buggering himself, but he was much more preoccupied with that aching, increasing sensation of filling that was growing in his guts
"Want me to go harder?" the dog said with a wicked tone, Sedric feeling him putting all his weight onto the dragon. He nodded frantically, eyes still fixed ahead
"Yes, fuck me like a machine," he panted, getting a laugh and a shot of exquisite pain as the bulldog obliged, shoving his thick pole in deep
"Your wish is my command," he leered, beginning to build up a rhythm. "Your arse is good, bet you get fucked up it a lot huh?" Sedric could only nod, feeling the bulldog inside him and his own cock twitching in the cool, damp air. Christ, he didn't want to make a regular thing of what was essentially cottaging, but right now it felt good to be so thoroughly used in such a casual encounter. Even more so as his body grew accustomed to the bulldog's forceful dick, making it easier and easier for the male in charge to properly sodomise him. He winced sharply and squealed as he felt a sudden spike of pain, the bulldog deliberately reaching under and tapping the head of his cigar against the head of his cock
"Like it Mr Masochist?"
"Y-yeah..." Sedric whimpered, "you can do that again if you like..."
The dog obliged, a fraction of a second longer this time, then returned the cigar to his mouth as the hand that once held it now wrapped its fingers around the dragon's tool. Now he could feel properly the rough texture of those hands, definitely hands that did heavy work, not at all like the dragon's arty fingers that he was so used to from years of jerking himself off. He loved that kind of masculine touch of course, feeling himself trickle precum onto the dog's fingers and that in turn being wiped up and down his cock
"Feels good dragon," the dog grunted, picking up speed now. "God damnit I can't wait to cum in your other end..."
"Oh Christ do it," Sedric replied, nodding eagerly, eyes squeezed shut. "Cum inside me"
He heard the dog's snarl of pleasure, felt him squeezing his abused dick tight as his guts were filled with the warm, welcome fluid from the cock now spasming and throbbing inside him. It was more than enough to finish him off likewise, jets of dragon cum spraying onto the bark of the tree and the forest floor as he all but sank his teeth into the wood. And then the two of them stood for a moment, the forest quiet again as they settled down, only the continuing patter of the rain, distant birds chirping and the odd rustle of critters in the undergrowth. The sensations blended with the sweet air, now with aging cigar smoke and hints of sex in it, and the generally blissful post-orgasmic state of mind
"Oh shit! I- I- ...sorry, I'll..."
Both bulldog and dragon turned to look at this new, stammering intruder who had picked the worst possible moment to disturb the peace, Sedric immediately blushing, dying of embarrassment at getting caught like this, Larry seeming like he viewed it as just an occupational hazard. Sedric's snout fell open. Surely it couldn't be? He was looking at the same nerdy toad in the green gumboots he'd seen before bumping into the bulldog
"Nice boots," Larry said casually, unaware of the dragon's thoughts, "wanna join in?"