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Story by Zantal Everett was far into the woods, having left his aunt and uncle's place at least a half an hour ago. He knew he still had at least an hour or two to explore before he'd need to think about heading back, though; they had just started watching a mediocre movie on the TV when he'd decided to get some fresh air and revisit some of his old stomping grounds. The dragon knew he probably had much longer than that, even; the rest of the day was unplanned relaxation, and that was exactly what he was up to. Plus, it was unlikely they would venture to find him - despite the fact that he did not live here, the adventurous dragon was much more familiar with the woods than his aunt and uncle. Few dragons seemed to walk through woods, instead opting simply to fly over them heading where they were going. For Everett, though, the journey was part of the fun - he didn't have a goal in mind, other than seeing how all of the parts of the forest had changed since he was last here a few years ago and simply enjoying the outdoors.

He and his parents had come up here for a long weekend, a getaway several hours north of their home. Everett loved being here because of the full gamut of seasons - especially the current one, fall. It had just begun, and the forest was full of color - and the dragon could feel cold breezes that were normally so foreign to him, yet so longed for, sliding over his scales without being constantly cold. Everett's walk so far had been very enjoyable - he'd already found quite a few places that he remembered fondly. He thought he was heading in the right direction to visit another spot when he unexpectedly came to a small clearing.

After a few seconds, Everett recognized it as what he'd been looking for - the large oak that was his landmark having fallen. The tree, which actually looked more like the fusion of a few tress, had shaded out the other trees and plants with the expanse of its branches. Now, having fallen, it created a new formation - a small clearing providing light and a view to the sky. The dragon reminisced about seeing the same sky here as a child - he'd had to climb the tree then; its branches were too dense to fly through. As he climbed on the fallen trunk, Everett realized it must not have been too long ago - the clearing was still missing new growth; it was covered with a layer of newly fallen leaves, which also let the clearing a very autumnal smell.

Everett decided to take a quick rest in the clearing lay down, enjoying the slight cold sensation of the dampness of the ground on his back scales - though most of his scales were simply being tickled by the paper thin leaves that were covering the ground of the clearing. He soon found his thoughts of relaxation replaced with naughtier thoughts. He had been away from everything for a few days - no friends; no porn, no release ... and here he was, alone and on his back...

The dragon still pulled his wings up and around him, attempting to hide himself just in case of a passerby. The dragon's slit began to bulge and turn pink as the tips of his fingers danced around it and lightly teased the opening. Soon his tip poked out, and Everett rubbed his soft palm along it, encouraging his rod as it slowly emerged from slit. He began to massage his hardening, lengthening dragonhood, enjoying the delicate squishing sounds made as his paw squeezed and moved along the slit-fluid covered shaft. Everett traced a solitary paw digit along one of his ridges - it was such a teasing action for the dragon, yet few things could bring him to hardness so quickly.

When he had fully exposed himself, the dragon laid back, one paw under his head, as the other paw worked its way over the length. He paid close attention to the head, shivering slightly as his paw moved slowly, prolonging the sensation around the sensitive tip. Then, the dragon slid his paw down his substantial shaft, making sure to squeeze so his paw digits caught the ridges, shooting short, intense bursts of pleasure through him. He began to repeat these moves, and in no time, Everett's head was back, eyes closed, panting as he gave his body such sensations.

Hearing his own moan, the dragon paused and realized it would be obvious to anyone, even with his wings up, what he was doing before he would realize they were there. Plus, he wanted to enjoy the freedom, openness, and solitude of the forest, and he had no opportunities like this in home city. If his relatives came looking for him, they'd be calling his name, assuming he'd be hidden in the cover of the forest - so he'd hear them before they saw. Any other dragons wouldn't know him, and he could easily escape in the forest...and besides, other dragons wouldn't be looking down, searching the forest...in the very slim chance one was flying nearby, he wouldn't notice Everett anyway...

Giving in to his desires and rationalization, the dragon lowered his wings, feeling the familiar sensation of the cool earth and thin leaves against them. As he once again started the erotic motions, he realized the friction was now too much - his slit produced enough fluid to lubricate his entry to a dragoness, but assumed her fluids would take over from there. He brought his paw to his face and began to lick over it - coating it with slimy dragon saliva that Everett knew would help him continue his pleasures. As he did this, the dragon also licked off the remnants of the slit fluid, murring to himself - it was a unique taste in its own right; different from his precum and his seed yet similarly masculine.

Returning his paw to his needy cock, Everett lay prone in the middle of this forest, pleasuring himself. All that could observe him were the beasts of the forest. He wondered what they might think, and whether they recognized what was happening right in front of them - a powerful dragon giving in to his own needs, exposing his maleness and desires.

As he continued, the dragon couldn't resist thoughts of how he might better use the digits of the idle paw behind his head. He soon was tracing the tip of one claw down the red, sensitive, softer scales of his underside. The lack of nerves in his claw let him imagine this was the touch of another against his body, who he'd revealed his underside for and was now letting caress him... Soon his paw was near the other, and he began to sink a digit into his slit alongside the base of his hard cock. This exposed the sensitive, warm innards of his slit just a bit to the chilly air; he gasped at the new sensation. Everett pressed against the sensitive base of his dragonhood, and felt around the sensitive opening, adding new sensations to the waves of pleasure from his other paw.

It was little surprise to the dragon when he began to pre, but as the first warm drop fell on his stomach, the sensation quickly changed from warmth to a chill as the wind blew on it. He squirmed, loving this unique sensation - as well as the novelty of felling slight chills alongside sexual feelings. After all, most of these activities took place indoors, and cold was hard for Everett to come by even outdoors at his home. As the sensations began to increase, the dragon felt his tail begin to thrash beneath him in pleasure - stirring up the leaves and making even more noise. At least, he thought, it might cover up his moans. One thing he knew was that he wasn't going to stop, having completely given in to his desires and the sensations.

Feeling adventurous, Everett pulled his paw from within his slit, and traced it downward along his sensitive genital scales. When it reached his tailhole, he slowly began to worm one digit - still slick from the slit fluids it had picked up - inside. Everett was caught for a moment, unsure of who or what to imagine as he performed these lewd acts on himself. He settled on focusing on the sensations, feeling the stretching as his little-explored hole expanded around the welcome intruder. As it entered, the dragon's muscles tensed; he flexed against the ground at the strength of the still unfamiliar feeling. Continuing, he soon felt the paw digit surrounded by the warmth of the tight grip of his own insides, moaning at the thought and feeling of his erotic actions. Then, it grazed his prostate. Unable to continue focusing only on the sensations, Everett's imagination was now leading him exquisite places, as he envisioned himself moaning and begging the imaginary creature topping him to continue. The dragon felt his legs move apart, improving access both in fantasy and reality.

As he continued his digit's dance inside him, Everett grew needy from the light touches against his prostate. Desperate to feel the full sensation, he drew back his finger to the tip and thrust it into himself, a loud smack emanating from the dragon's genital scales as his paw collided with them. Everett moaned loudly as he succeeded in hitting his target, thinking just how compromising of a situation he was putting himself in but hardly caring. He'd gotten his digit far enough inside him to cause the feeling he had longed for, and that was all that mattered now. He repeated the pleasurable act a few more times before the dragon's own moaning, desire, and need embarrassed even himself too much to continue.A few seconds later, his digits were gone from his tailhole, and he was back to imagining. The imaginary creature over him had pulled out, mimicking the change in sensation.

Everett's thoughts drift, and this imagined situation inspires him to flip over, smiling at the thought of what he was about to do. Laying down again, this time he feels the cold of the ground and the light touch of the leaves on his stomach. The dragon, still smiling at his naughtiness, starts sliding his erection through the leaves. They reduce the friction, allowing him to slide it between his body and the ground, and the edges of the leaves gave Everett yet another new sensation. Though he controlled the movement, the touch of the leaves was completely unpredictable, teasing him delightfully - the pleasurable feelings heightened because the sensations were unexpected, uncontrolled by the dragon. His movements were exaggerated and wild as the leaves slipped and slid underneath his paws, causing him to have to work hard to produce even the teasing, light feelings. Moaning in enjoyment as he continues to hump against the leaf-covered ground, Everett's tail whips behind him, scattering leaves as it displays his enjoyment.

/*I think I'm going to remove the following sentences, as Everett's imagination was subby enough before, and I don't want to give the wrong impression. I thought I'd include it for you though in case you find it arousing :) */ As his humps continued, his imagination returned, and Everett's tail stopped thrashing. It began to rise as, in his fantasy, he advertised to the imaginary creature in a universally understood symbol.

Soon enough, though, Everett was longing for more as he realized that despite the exceptional feelings this produced, the exhausting movements were not helping push him any closer to release. With one last, longing hump into the leaves, he stands up - smiling to himself as he begins to remove leaves that were attached to his dragonhood and genitals by his own fluids. Thinking about what to do next, Everett smiles as he decides to fully expose and enjoy himself.

He moves to the edge of the clearing and leans against a tree he remembered leaning on while reading as a child - now to be used for less innocent purposes. He sits down and leans over, sticking his tongue out and licking the tip of his shaft. The dragon was only flexible enough for his tongue to tease it, though, and he quickly realized this would not be enough - he longed to feel his now chilly rod surrounded by slick warmth. Being a clever dragon - and quite horny - Everett quickly comes up with an idea. Turning himself upside-down, he hikes his back end up the tree - his back against the trunk - so he can use gravity to help. The upside-down position felt somewhat awkward, but gravity helped Everett's neck stretch just enough that he finally felt his lips envelope his now impatient rod. His lips and mouth formed a warm embrace from himself, one the horny dragon badly needed. He traced his tongue around his maleness, feeling the sensitive spots, enjoying performing these sensual acts so freely, so uninhibited.

Everett wasn't unfamiliar with these actions, though he had to be more careful at home - claw marks on the wall or a thump if he slipped would cause unwanted attention. Here, he was free to focus on the feelings he was bringing himself - the exquisite pleasure of sucking one's own cock delicately, slowly, carefully...knowing all the right spots to hit...and when to resist so he could prolong it...

The dragon's tail had once again started wiggling in pleasure, threatening to upset his balance. Everett smartly realized a better use for it, and wrapped it around the tree - helping him to better keep his balance.

The dragon shivered as another breeze passed through - the part of his dragonhood outside his maw that his tongue had still slicked with saliva sending a delicious chilling sensation alongside the feeling of the warm grip that surrounded the rest of it. Everett was again struck with the lewdness of his act - any passerby would see his tailhole on full display as he humped needfully into his own maw...traced his own tongue along his ridges...gave himself pleasures often reserved for two or more...gave into his needs.

Everett wasn't finished, though - as he pushed into his own mouth, he realized that his tail could help as well. As he began to use it to push, he felt himself go farther than ever before...the tip of his rod pressed against the back of his throat and began to enter.

Despite his inexperience, Everett had read plenty, and he knew what was happening. Nevertheless, it took him a couple of tries to suppress his gag reflex - though he wasn't going to complain about first couple of squeezes around his rod the involuntary movement of this throat muscles had caused. Soon, though, the dragon felt his throat penetrated by its first cock - his own. Gently, he continued to push, sliding his maleness into the hot, wet grip of his own neck - unable to gasp or moan because of its presence, though he desperately wanted to. His eyes pressed tightly shut in pleasure from these new, overwhelming feelings. As it slid in, the ridges on his dragonhood created a unique sensation as they rubbed against the slick, smooth insides of his throat.

As Everett continued his exquisite self-pleasure, he noticed another sensation. With his throat full of his own maleness, the dragon had been forced to breath through his nose - and each of his quickening breaths caressed his own genital scales with a warm, gentle current of air that teased him so delightfully. Overwhelmed by the erotic feelings, he hadn't even noticed that he'd managed to hilt himself within his maw, his snout now pressed against the scales his breath was teasing.

The dragon felt himself unable to hold back for long - he was already very horny from his pawing and ground-humping, and these new, erotic caresses of his own throat were too much for him to resist. All too soon it seemed he was approaching his climax, but he wasn't about to let up now...with a final thrust into his own maw, he felt his rod begin to twitch, soon to gift him with his own essence. With the first warm shot down his throat, Everett began swallowing - gulping his own seed. While his goal was to swallow quickly to avoid choking or having any move back upward, the swallowing motion caressed his length, pushing him to even higher levels of lust and pleasure.

Copious, pent up seed flowed from his maleness into his gullet. The dragon was lost in sensation for most of his orgasm, barely remembering to slide himself out near the end so that he'd have a few small shots in his maw to taste. As his tongue licked the last of his essence off of the tip, the thought again struck him of how embarrassing this scene would be if someone found him - the dragon nursing on his own cock, gulping down seed as the tip of his own dragonhood pulsed in his neck, pushing the cum into him - and it would be easy to see he was overwhelmed with pleasure from this experience. He smiled at the thought that his seed was a much better dessert than the store-bought cookies he had eaten earlier. As he collapsed, Everett knew that having swallowed his seed, the only trace he'd leave was the now crazily strewn leaves. He smiled to himself as he looked around, realizing just how strange the leaf formations would look to anyone who passed through before more leaves fell, covering up the last evidence that something happened.

/*Here again, I'm debating deleting this paragraph (or maybe replacing it with something else...like how it might feel to have another's throat around your rod :). Same as before; don't want to make you sound too subby. */ Relaxing in the afterglow, for a second, Everett wondered what it might feel - and taste - like to have another's rod pulsing in the warm, wet grip of his throat, feeding him its essence, then pulling out to leave some on his tongue for the dragon to enjoy the taste. Maybe someday he could share this place with someone. Of course, he'd managed to have plenty of fun by himself as well.