Help The Aged
"They must ask about the rainsuit," Piero said, amused rather than critical. Sedric shook his head, comparing his cards to the ones laid out across the table. He was glad he never played poker for money, considering the hands he'd been dealt so far this evening
"Everyone in Polchester's seen me in raingear every day for the last five years Pete. If I'd been doing this when I moved here in 2006 they might have I guess. By now I'm just another charming oddity around town. Polchester has accepted me as its own." That particular evening the dragon was wearing jeans and a t-shirt not unlike Lee, their host for the evening's poker and not that relatively unlike Piero's more mature grey slacks and buttoned shirt. There was a loose agreement not to dress fetish for poker, implicitly aimed at the more outré dragon
"Not even once?" the ferret continued, "No 'Sedric it's lovely of you to help clean the house and cook dinner, but you must want to take those clothes off surely, it's not even raining'?"
"Nope. Everyone turns a blind eye"
"I envy your more convenient fetish," the ferret replied as he eyed his own cards, "or maybe just your more eccentric end of town. If I went marching around Orchard Square dressed as a clown everyone would think I was John Wayne Gacy. Or hire me for their kids' parties"
"You should do it," Lee piped up, "you could earn some pretty good scratch that way"
"Shut up and place the last card down," Piero replied bluntly
The rabbit laughed and did as he was told. "So the whole 'caring for old dudes' thing is keeping you busy in the daytime then Sed? I always said you needed a dayjob"
The dragon nodded thoughtfully, eyes on his cards deciding whether to bother putting any more chips in. "Check. And yeah, it's pretty cool. Stops me going insane in my splendid isolation. I know I probably seem aloof a little, being the 'professional' arty type," he provided the air quotes, "so it's good having something like a real job"
"Sed we never think you're aloof," Lee reassured him, patting him heartily on the back. "You're like our Big Lebowski"
"The Big Lebowski was the old rich guy," Piero corrected him, throwing several more red chips on the pile, "you're thinking of The Dude. But I don't think Sedric plays enough bowling or smokes enough weed to be The Dude." Sedric scowled at him and then turned to Lee who was stacking up his own share of reds
"Gotta match it to stay in, Sed"
"I'll fold," the dragon replied more cheerfully, "this is not a good night for hands in the Sedric camp. And I do have a pretty nice rug, Pete, you have to admit"
Piero chuckled and lay his cards out on the table, revealing the King of Diamonds to match the Hearts on the river. Then the rabbit laughed louder as he revealed three Aces, scooping up the pot with a grin. "I'm sure you know how to rig the deck," the ferret complained as he went to grab a second beer from Lee's fridge
* * *
Sedric slept in just late enough the next morning to enjoy the feeling of being self-employed. He always told his friends his greatest fear about making his living as a writer was of his life ending up like a hermetic version of Seinfeld, complete with slap-bass punctuation. Hence seeking out volunteer work, providing assistance to older folks around his area. Wednesdays he lent a hand to a toad a few streets away from him by the name of Wilfred, a widower in his eighties though no less full of spark for it. The dragon liked the leisurely stroll over there, arriving for ten o'clock as was the custom
"There you are, yellow as ever," the toad said as he greeted him at the door, himself portly but cheerful in brown slacks, white shirt and cardigan. One of the relatively few people in Sedric's circles who the dragon was actually slightly taller than
"Well you know me, I don't really follow fashion," Sedric replied brightly, "and when's yellow ever in fashion?"
Being an assistant was little more complicated than Piero had envisioned it, Sedric helping with the household chores, helping fix lunch, and providing company and a conversational ear and the odd game of chess. Occasionally he helped Wilf with his garden, which always brought the same well-worn shared jokes about the suitability of his footwear and Sedric's own carefully avoiding admiring the toad's gardening boots. The last thing he wanted to do was make his friend and client uncomfortable
The two of them were sat in the toad's living room as the afternoon crept in, having conversations about what they'd been up to, Sedric listening attentively as Wilfred told stories from his life, from the war and about his kids and grandkids and all the rest. The living room, like the entire house, was small but comfortable, filled with possessions and furniture that described a completely different world to the dragon's. It never ceased to fascinate Sedric to compare their environments, his own huge, deep sofas that would've swallowed the toad whole versus Wilf's solid and upright armchairs, or the toad's photos and mementoes of family versus Sedric's mostly books and CDs
"Sedric, you don't mind if I ask you a question do you?" the toad said out of nowhere as the dragon brought him a fresh cup of tea. The dragon shook his head as he settled back down
"Not at all Wilf, ask away"
As he drank his tea, he could already see that whatever the toad wanted to ask was weighing on his mind, immediately filling him with thoughts of the worst; Wilf leading up to telling him he had some terminal condition perhaps. The toad fumbled with his own cup, finally asking:
"Sedric, that raingear you're always wearing..."
Suddenly the dragon had flashbacks to Piero's joking the night before, suddenly awkward as hell but at least glad it wasn't going to be something fatal. He braced himself to make up some half-assed explanation of himself
"I just wondered if it was, erm, how to put this? A personal thing for you," the toad continued hesitantly
Sedric sipped his tea cautiously as he judged how to respond. "I suppose you could say that. It's kind of my style, if you like"
"I mean if it is," Wilf continued nervously, "and well, I have my raincoat and boots hung up in the garden shed and um..."
"Oh!" Sedric said abruptly, suddenly feeling his cheeks getting hotter as he understood what was happening. "So, you mean you'd like to-"
"Oh god, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry," the toad babbled, looking close to tears, "I shouldn't ask you something like that! I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"Hey hey, it's alright," Sedric said, rushing to reassure him and berating himself over whether he'd approached the idea too quickly and if he could have phrased his question better. He didn't want to come outright and tell the toad the explicit truth; that being propositioned for sex by a sweet old fellow with a raincoat was his idea of the perfect treat. Wilf was obviously panicking himself and he was worried it might just scare him more. "Listen," he said carefully, "obviously it's your choice, but if this is your choice then I'd like to do it"
"I don't want to treat you like a prostitute," the toad replied, struggling to look him in the eye. Sedric smiled
"Don't pay me then. I can be a friend helping you out, just like I am now. I honestly didn't think you were interested in something like this though," he concluded with a lopsided grin. Wilf fidgeted a little, making fleeting eye contact
"Well, I wouldn't say I was normally but, um, well I need some intimacy Sedric. It's been a long time for me now, and I did have my suspicions and I thought, you know, maybe you'd be willing to fool around with an old codger like me?" He was embarrassed but clearly hopeful, Sedric blushing a little in turn at being figured out even despite his transparency. Wilf was right that he was up for it of course, the dragon more caught between whether to take up the offer as-is or grant the toad the freedom to go without the peculiar wardrobe requirements. Eventually fetish-lust won out, the dragon rationalising it away on the basis both that Wilf had made the offer and that he'd doubtless seen much worse things in his long life
"Well," the dragon finally said, "if you're okay with wearing just your rainclothes I'd be honoured to help you out Wilf. I mean..." he patted his thigh self-consciously, drawing the toad's attention to the dragon's clear arousal underneath the yellow raintrousers, "...I do kind of go for an older gentleman anyway, and you're a gentleman Wilf." He winced to himself at the corniness of his own line, but it obviously relieved his friend who thanked him and went to retrieve his waterproofs
Sedric waited politely in the kitchen whilst the toad changed outfits upstairs, more apprehensive on Wilfred's part than his own. He himself was already shamelessly horny at the thought of all of this, and all the more so when his friend and client came shyly downstairs wearing the heavy green rubber slicker, darker than his own skin, closer to the green of a forest than the toad's naturally swampy colouring. Sedric couldn't help grinning excitedly, Wilfred grinning back a little more weakly as he picked up his boots and set himself down in an armchair. "Could you help me get these on?" he asked
"Sure thing chief," Sedric replied. He didn't think for a second that this was meant to be any kind of foreplay, but he was no less enticed by the prospect, kneeling down in front of the toad and picking up the first boot. They were charcoal grey rather than black, padded around the tops in slightly lighter material with untied laces hanging down. The dragon had often resisted asking what specific shop the toad got them in, convinced it might sound inappropriate coming from him. Now he was helping tug them onto his client's bare feet, hoping Wilf was enjoying the sensation of going naked under his gear even if he might not get exactly what the dragon did out of it. One boot was on securely followed by the other, Sedric fighting the urge to caress them too much at this point in time. "Well, um, shall we start?" he asked
Wilfred blushed a little. "Oh, um, I thought we might do this in the shed, if... if that's okay?"
Sedric nodded, rising and inviting the toad to lead the way. He didn't question or probe his friend's reasoning, as far as he was concerned what was most important was ensuring the old fellow's good comfort throughout. The two of them walked down the garden to the wooden structure where Wilf's waterproof gear had been waiting in the first place and stepped inside
The shed was dark and musty, filled with the kind of odours you'd expect from honest toil in the garden, year upon year. The dragon didn't mind at all, if anything he found it a little more intoxicating to be doing this in a space that was so obviously specific to the toad. On one side, against various garden tools, was a weatherbeaten wooden bench where Wilfred tentatively settled down, patting the space next to him for the dragon. Sedric took his offer, settling down with an arm around the toad and the other cautiously resting on his knee
"Any time you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?" the dragon said, getting a nod from the toad. Gently, and more than a little dry-mouthed from the prospect of pleasuring the sweet-natured toad, he edged his hand up Wilf's leg and slipped it inside his raincoat to feel the stiffening organ underneath. Equally gently he slipped it free of its owner's coat, Wilf blushing at being exposed like this. For his part the dragon couldn't help reflexively licking his lips as he admired it, playing his fingers over it and enjoying its warmth and thickness. His own cock was like a tent peg under the yellow waterproofs, but he could tend to it later. Right now his biggest pleasure was attending to the toad's, showing Wilf the good time he was in need of
"So... do you do much of this?"
"Well..." the dragon began, "you're not the first person I've done jobs for who I've ended up getting frisky with. It's not that I do this with a wicked eye to seducing you or anything, there was just a bit of a connection and we both felt we could do with the intimacy and why not?"
"Well I meant, you know, this really," the toad clarified, nodding and gesturing, a little embarrassed, at his dirty green mac. Sedric smiled and nodded, still rubbing the toad's prick slowly
"Oh you mean do I do it in raingear? I'm afraid so. I'm a bit unusual"
"Nothing wrong with being a bit unusual," Wilf said, "I used to keep prize snails when I was a younger toad." They both chuckled. "So your other clients wore their raincoats too?"
Sedric nodded. "And they were all very handsome in them, just like you are Wilf"
"Oh don't flatter me," the toad blushed. "So who else have you been naughty with?"
The dragon bit his lip. He knew better than to kiss and tell but at the same time he was feeling indiscreet and hoping it would relax him further. "Well, there's Mr. Woods from Number 78"
"Arthur?" the toad said, surprised. "He's married isn't he?"
"Mmm-hmm, she encourages him," Sedric giggled, fingers still tracing the toad's cock as he thought about the cuddly hedgehog inviting him into the back room in his fishing mac and waders. Wilf just shook his head
"The things that go on that I don't know about. Not that I can judge of course." The toad tentatively placed his arm around Sedric's shoulder as the dragon began masturbating him in earnest. If he was scandalised, it wasn't enough to suppress the toad's arousal. Sedric was as keen as ever to attend to it, one eye on the toad's body language all the way to make sure he was both emotionally comfortable and physically enjoying his work. They both had needs after all, and he wanted to fulfil them
"Oh... oh lord..." the toad said mostly to himself, stroking the dragon's shoulder. "How do I compare, Sedric?"
The dragon smiled, rubbing teasingly at the head of his client's prick. He didn't blame Wilf for instinctively needing to make conversation. He imagined this must have been the strangest thing he'd experienced in a long while. "I think you're sexy and polite with a great cock," he answered, feeling droplets of precum drip onto his fingers. The toad sighed long and slow, nodding in response
"Thank you," Wilf finally said, "I never thought I'd be, well, having a gay fling at my age. Or any age!"
"It can be our secret," Sedric reassured him. "Arthur doesn't really mind if I talk about it, but if you want me to keep it to myself I will. Just us and your shed, okay?" His client nodded greatfully, eyes closed
"Oh I'm, I'm very close Sedric," Wilfred gasped. The dragon nodded, eyes darting to his client's pleased, even somewhat bemused expression but mostly focused on the excited green cock dripping heavily onto his fingers as he masturbated him. With his arm around the dragon's shoulder for support, the toad closed his eyes and gasped as his cock shot, jets of cum splashing the shed's dirty floor over an impressive distance
Eyes open again, the toad saw the mess he'd made and laughed impulsively. "I never thought I'd do that!" he said, sounding relieved. Sedric smiled back at him, still squeezing his prick slightly. He wasn't sure about the toad, but he was feeling up for a little more yet
"Would you mind if I cleaned you up?" the dragon asked, nodding coyly to his client's organ. Wilf blushed a little as he realised what his assistant was suggesting
"Do you want to? I, well, can't promise anything..."
"Quite alright," Sedric replied, slipping off the bench and kneeling down, "can I at least taste it a little?" He could tell what the toad was avoiding saying, something about being old and unable to keep up performance the way a young dragon like himself might. The dragon inhaled the toad's scent, musky and laced with sex. He had no intention of allowing his client to chastise himself for being old, especially when it made him so very attractive. He licked the drops of cum from the softening green flesh, kissed it and then swallowed it
"My word!" the toad said aloud. Sedric didn't need to look up to imagine how flushed the old fellow's cheeks must have been, for all he knew Wilf hadn't been given a blowjob before. Then again as he corrected himself, his client had fought in the war. It was rude to assume he was inexperienced, though it was also hot to imagine he was giving him the first he'd ever had. First or not, he was satisfied to feel the semi-flaccid toadmeat stiffening again in his snout
"You're definitely good at this," Wilf said, hands hesitantly beginning to stroke the dragon's head to his cocksucker's delight. He let himself be tugged a little further down onto the toad's prick, thrilled to feel his client's confidence growing as he asserted himself a little more. Part of him wished they could be doing this sat on the garden bench out in the sunshine, performing unashamedly for the world, but it would've been unfair to drop the old fellow in at the deep end like that and the shadowy privacy of the shed had its own charms. The old trope about the garden shed being a man's little space all to himself. "Sedric," the toad continued, panting slightly, "do you want to, well...?"
The dragon could tell what he was asking, releasing his cock for a moment, hand continuing to massage it to keep the toad going. "Would you mind if I aimed for your wellies? I have a thing for that"
Wilf nodded, tucking his booted feet together in front of his assistant. "Oh please, you can get it all over them if you like"
Sedric smiled and took the toad's rod in his mouth again, one hand now unbuttoning his waterproofs to pull his own tool free. He was glad Wilfred didn't mind, sucking him even more hungrily in thanks as he began masturbating himself now. In truth every time he'd seen his client's grungy grey boots he'd wanted to either wear them or cum all over them or even cum inside them, though the last would have surely been a little too much for the toad even in his experimental state of mind
Wilfred for his part seemed to be shedding his inhibitions, humping the dragon's snout more confidently now. Sedric could taste more of the welcome fluid splashing his tongue, sure he wasn't going to hold off much longer. He tried to judge his own wanking in turn, wanting to cum in time with him, the hand not on his cock now stroking Wilf's muddy boot in turn
"Oh good God, I think I'm about to go again..." the toad gasped, pushing Sedric further down, "can- are you okay with me doing it in your mouth?" Sedric replied by sucking and bobbing more fiercely still, taking his hand off his friend's boot to massage and squeeze his balls as he jerked off. The frog accepted the dragon's response, and in a moment he cried out, Sedric's mouth filling with the hot, salty taste of the frog's seed. The dragon whimpered and groaned in pleasure around his work likewise, feeling his cock spasm as the first much-needed jet of cum hit charcoal-grey rubber
"Oh heavens, Sedric, I never thought I'd manage something like that," the toad puffed and panted cheerily as the dragon playfully bumped his snout against the toad's dick. Wilf chuckled and squeezed the last drops of cum from his prick onto the assistant's snout, grasping the dragon's tastes
"Do you want me to clean your boots up?" Sedric asked with a suggestive flick of his tongue. Wilf shook his head
"No, I wouldn't feel right having you lick something that dirty... and I don't really mind the mess on my wellies, it's what they're for"
The dragon accepted the toad's wishes without a complaint. Done, he kissed and nuzzled the softening prick a little more before getting up off his knees and offering his client a hand. "Thank you," the toad said bashfully, looking down at his cum-splashed boots, "I um, well, I really needed that!"
"That's alright," the dragon smiled, "I kind of needed it too. You didn't mind the dressing up then?"
The toad shook his head as he tucked himself away, then cracked open the shed door and stepped into the garden. "No," he replied, "it was definitely unusual, but it was rather exotic I suppose! I won't be able to tend to the garden the same way any more." He blushed and looked away from the dragon for a long time. "Unless, uh... unless you'd like to help me tending it again next time?"
Sedric grinned and nodded. "I'd love to Wilf. You know I would. But for now if you'd want to get changed I can go put the kettle on. Sound good?"
The toad nodded, and both of them headed back into the house