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--1

Life on a military base is tough and uncomfortable but satisfying. Everybody has a share of the grunt work and a stiff bunk with no privacy. Communal living takes away social stigmas like shy bladders and bashful nudity, but it also claims the finer things with it. Horny men in general find ways to hide and get their rocks off, but gay men unsatisfied with their hands alone have it much worse, and being hemmed in with so much raw meat at all times kept Cobbie and Acroth fit to burst in their pants. They did what they could to get by with a grope here, a grind there, or a lewd lick during showers but such little teases only made them boil over faster.

But Cobbie and Acroth were fresh into an entire month of leave with nothing to keep them from total nastiness. When they boarded their train they quietly and discreetly promised themselves they'd save the funny business for later. "We waited this long," Cobbie had said with a fond and lingering rub on the drake's shoulder. They opted for a private cabin on an upscale train, not wanting to spend six hours rubbing legs and elbows with dozy strangers. It was like a hotel room on wheels and it cost as much, but neither man batted an eye at the cost of luxury.

Acroth chose the moment they entered their small but cozy room on the train to lie down. He stretched his long, gold body languidly, flared his wings, lashed his tail and yawned without hope of sleeping. The excitement of leave had him too wired to snooze. Still he crooned, "Ah, that's soft," as he folded his arms behind his head. No part of his casually-dressed body was off-limits to Cobbie's roaming eyes. Sturdy biceps left naked by a tank top were smaller than the herculean muscles Cobbie boasted, but Acroth was hardly a scrawny drake. His pectorals and abdominal muscles were flattered by his snug white beater and few details of his great chiseling were lost. Like any stout dragon, he had strong and sturdy legs. Delicious, hard thighs in olive drab shorts caught Cobbie's eyes but the obvious outline between them kept his gaze for a few seconds longer.

Though the drake was no slouch, his cobra friend Cobbie was what he aspired to be. Cobbie was over six feet of dense muscle in hide of black and smoky shades. Yellow, vaguely evil eyes peered intensely from beneath an optionally flared hood. Bulging muscles stretched his tee and shorts tight like canvas. Dormant and lazy between his legs was the outline of his impressive penis, curled around the hefty bulk of his scrotum for an especially bulky outline.

Cobbie flitted his tongue as he appraised his prone buddy. Acroth lashed his tail and looked the snake from with a low angle with a sideways gaze. Cobbie brought out some confidence in Acroth, an ordinarily reserved creature preferring to be seen rather than heard. The influence went only one way, and Cobbie easily held onto his place as the more blunt of the two. "So you gonna hog that bed?" the snake grinned.

Often enough that Acroth expected it all the time, Cobbie teased him, but never anything malicious and nothing that Acroth ever took to heart. "I was thinking about it," the drake grinned back. His tail swished playfully. "You want it?"

Gracefully for somebody of his size, Cobbie knelt beside Acroth and was thus about a foot above eye-level with the dragon. "Shit, if I wanted it you'd be crying on the floor already." Underneath them, the car jostled. The wheels slid and whined against the rails just before they found purchase. The train was departing.

"Tough guy," Acroth said disdainfully and showed his teeth in his grin. His tail swished faster now and Cobbie's was doing the same, but with a much more deliberate air.

Cobbie loomed over Acroth and eclipsed the gentle, yellow light in the ceiling. Their noses bumped and the drake stole a gentle kiss. Chuckling lowly, Cobbie stroked a meaty hand from Acroth's knee to the very edge of his groin. The dragon shifted and huffed in at the denial.

"God," Acroth sighed, reaching out with both hands to pet and knead Cobbie's burly neck. "I thought we were gonna wait?"

One of Cobbie's eye ridges popped up jauntily. "We are," he answered, "unless you get off this fucking bed."

Acroth's grin was coy. "Why would I wanna get off this comfy bed? There's even room for you to blow me, see?" he crooned while he slipped down his shorts a few inches. His shaft was half-erect from the snake's attention, bowing under the elastic of his shorts.

The cobra licked his lips then did the same to Acroth's with his slender, forked tongue. Without looking down he clutched the drake's thick and fleshy penis, freed it from the shorts and squeezed it tightly. Acroth shuddered while Cobbie sneered. He first stroked down, then up and down again with his very rough grip. He jerked the drake off more fervently with a couple dozen quick pumps. Only when Acroth was grimacing and snuffling through flared nostrils did the cobra stop, though he maintained his rough grip. "You're gonna get off this bed," he all but commanded, "'cause you wanna ride my big, black dick."

Through Acroth's pleasure and supreme desire came a huff and lurid, broken words. "Ah, yuh-you got me pegged there..."

Not yet I don't, Cobbie thought. He was hard too, and for once he'd get to do more than just hotdog and smooch that tight dragon ass. But so long as Cobbie had a grip on his penis, Acroth had a proclivity to stay put. The cobra was well aware and he unhanded the drake's meat, promptly stood up, crossed his arms and glared down at the dragon with his typical sneer. Acroth was quick to move and get back to the pleasure. As soon as the drake was off of the bed, Cobbie claimed it. At first the snake flopped back and briefly Acroth wondered if it had been a ruse to claim the bed, and for all of two seconds the thought of snoozing did cross Cobbie's mind, but he thought of sex denied so many times by short showers and a lack of privacy. Cobbie shoved his shorts down to his knees. Like Acroth, he wore nothing under them.

Even without a single touch, Cobbie's penis was beautifully half-mast. Its black flesh swelled and the blunt tip drooled pre to sully the balls hanging below. Gazing on it, Acroth salivated and grabbed it. Greedily he buried the flesh in his maw, suckled down to the base and lashed it with his strong dragon tongue. His hands were far from idle. One found Cobbie's heavy balls, another stroked under his shirt to worship impeccable muscles and hard hide. Cobbie hissed, grinned and folded his arms behind his head.

For all of Acroth's sucking and gulping, Cobbie's full erection came quickly, and at its peak the snake ground into Acroth's maw and savored every detail of the hasty cocksucking. He found it funny that even in total privacy they were giving furtive blowjobs and handjobs for fear of detection. Cobbie reminded himself that they were free to do whatever they want and a grin spread all the way across his face. Appropriately then, he grabbed Acroth by his slim black horns and used them like handlebars to make the dragon bob and gulp. "Suck it or sit on it, baby," he hissed.

With nothing but time and a tight ass just begging to be fucked, the dragon defied Cobbie's hands and pulled off of the snake's cock sucking. A runner of slobber from his lip to the snake's cock glistened in the light and broke fast, and Acroth ditched his shorts to straddle the cobra. He pressed his muscular ass to the saliva-slicked monolith of Cobbie's dick and looked down with both a grin and a blush. "Fuck, I've been waiting for this," he growled.

The snake grinned, grabbing Acroth's cock in one hand and a hip in the other. "Quit fucking talking about it and sit on it, then," he grunted through his teeth.

Acroth reached back and grabbed Cobbie's shaft. It had been a long time since he'd dropped his ass on a cock, but it was a skill no good man ever forgot. A little prodding got Cobbie's blunt tip against his tight pink pucker; a sharp push down wedged the hole open and spooked a gasp out of both the cowboy and his steed. "Ooh, goddamn," Acroth hissed and promptly bit his bottom lip. The grimace and the blush he had made Cobbie grin. The mean snake loved that strained face guys made when they felt his dick inside of them.

"Shit, you're tight," Cobbie growled convincingly for a snake. "Fuck, if I didn't know better," he snickered and pumped Acroth's cock harshly. Inch by inch the dragon settled down on Cobbie's lap but the cobra's masturbation kept his asshole clenching and writhing. There was pain in that, but so much pleasure too. Acroth crooned blissfully and Cobbie managed to hiss both in dominance and reassurance to the dragon.

"Yeah, ooh yeah," Acroth panted as he set his ass down on Cobbie's hips. That big, black cobra dick held him open wide for a feeling he hadn't known in far too long. He felt the raw pain but also the weird pleasure that came with anal penetration after such a long time and he wanted more of it, so he started to bounce. For the first few bounces he was sloppy, but soon he found his groove. Deep inside of him and with dependable regularity, Cobbie throbbed and squirted his sloppy pre. This lubed the drake inside and kept the pleasure at the forefront. The pain was fading away already as his tight rear adjusted to the stretch and he sang for Cobbie with his moans and huffs.

With no pattern and no rhyme or reason, Cobbie bucked up into Acroth and pumped the bottoming dragon's cock more sharply. Feeling Acroth's asshole writhing and working his fat cock had him huffing even so soon. Cobbie was an endurant beast but after so much time chaste and with so few opportunities for a quick jerkoff, his endurance had a clearly short fuse. Under his breath he huffed, not to Acroth but in lust in general. Lewd nothings, hot noises and nothing more. His stroking on Acroth's penis was tight but only a modest pace, not enough to get the drake off even with anal pleasure helping him along, but the dragon didn't mind it. Any pleasure at all was welcome.

Rough and ready, Acroth rode proudly on Cobbie's dick. He rolled his hips and clenched in a rhythm to go along with the ride while his pre stained the snake's shirt in frequent spurts. Just like his reptilian friend, Acroth was hopelessly pent up. The volume of his pre was already a staggering amount by virtue of his species, for dragons are extremely virile beasts, but the peak of his sex drive made his pre a steady stream of clear, natural lube ripe with musk. Little surprise that the cabin smelled of musk assorted, though to Cobbie and Acroth, smells like musk and body odor had lost meaning after months on base.

But the scents still played to them subconsciously and boosted their arousal. Cobbie appropriately ground into the dragon's ass more frequently. The snake grunted and groaned and had lost much of his domineering sass in the pleasure. His plump, soft balls were drawing up into the crook of his groin and his cock was a throbbing, aching barrel ready to go off at a moment's notice. "Grrh, I'm gonna jizz so hard up that tight ass of yours, you're gonna taste it," he huffed, and his stroking on Acroth's dick decayed into a tight squeeze.

The dragon didn't even notice that Cobbie stopped stroking. He just gasped needfully, "Then do it, cum for me!" To sweeten the gentle demand, he wriggled his ass down against Cobbie's cock and clenched as hard as he could. He stirred the pain of fresh penetration back up somewhat but he didn't care, because underneath him Cobbie grunted, thrashed and then locked up.

So great was Cobbie's grip on Acroth's penis that the front inches swelled, and in the great spasm of release his back arched sharply. From deep in his throat came a domineering hiss and his seed splattered into Acroth, soon to the point that a half-dozen streamers of sticky cobra cum covered the dragon's anal walls. They tapered off into nothing but the heavy throbs that squirted them kept up and bulged his shaft against Acroth's walls which still clenched to milk every drop. "Fuck, fuck, shit," Cobbie mindlessly grunted. He eased off of Acroth's cock which fast flushed with its usual color and it spit such a heavy wad of pre as to be mistaken for a climax. "Oh, goddamn, I needed that," the lewd snake hissed and huffed. Afterglow swept over him and left him grinning.

Acroth was grinning too, also blushing. "Hey Cobs?"

Afterglow had Cobbie docile, though his mannerisms never truly mellowed. "What do you want?"

"What about me, now?" Acroth smiled.

Cobbie's eyes popped back open and his yellow gaze met Acroth's. Grins were shared and so were playful glares. Finally the cobra said, "Guess I can do something for you after riding my cock, sure..."

Before Cobbie could make a suggestion (or a demand as the case usually was), Acroth used some of the dominance his friend had rubbed off on him. He pulled off of the cobra's cock and shuddered at the thick and sticky mess he felt running down his taint and balls. He had no doubt in his mind that his asshole was anything but a pucker after that, but the idea made him grin in an impish way. With that very grin in place he straddled Cobbie's chest and prodded his drooling cock to the snake's lips. Cobbie looked up at him, sneered, and obliged Acroth when he took the drake's cock past his lips.

Overbearing manliness aside, Cobbie was very good at sucking cock. Afterglow had some influence on his eager sucks and gulps but his lust toward Acroth was equal motivation. What he didn't engulf in his suckling maw he gripped in a firm but careful hand while his other hand found the drake's ass. Despite having just reamed the dragon, he wasn't shy about burying two fingers in the wrecked pucker and he rubbed most intently on Acroth's prostate with his rough fingertips.

Acroth was sore from the recent ride and so Cobbie's fingers gave him a thrilling mix of great pleasure and subtle pain. The contrasting sensations spurred a toothy grin and he snuffled through his nostrils like a stallion. Cobbie's fingering was just a hollow remnant of his earlier dominance and the drake easily found his sexual need overwhelming his modest submission, and respectfully but firmly he grasped the sides of Cobbie's head and gyrated his hips for a slow but effective facefuck.

Cobbie was fine with Acroth's dominance and took some pride from it, it being the result of his own influence. Less a matter of humoring Acroth and more actual enjoyment of the blowjob, he suckled harder on the dragon's aching cock every moment it was buried balls-deep in his mouth. At any other point in the drake's grinding, Cobbie just squeezed with his dextrous tongue and meanwhile never let off of the dragon's prostate.

Expressions packed with lewd flair flashed across Acroth's ruggedly handsome snout as the unmistakable twinge of an orgasm occurred to him. What began as a tickle in his ass and through his cock became a full-body tingle, a sweet feeling of lust and well-being which walked over his moderate dominance and saw him grind more roughly into the snake's maw. Cobbie's lips sealed as tightly as ever even as the dragon ground inward and his sucking was a legendary affair, second only to his skilled tongue play. Acroth's pre came in sloppy rivulets which flooded the cobra's keen sense of smell with pure dragon musk and spurred harder suckling and fingering.

Ragged breathing broke Acroth's intent, lewd grin and he clamped his eyes shut in the exertion of his release. With a gasp he said, "I'm gonna cum so hard," and not a second too late. Rope after rope of his sticky dragon seed blasted into Cobbie's gulping mouth to be quickly swallowed down by the dutifully sucking and fingering snake. As the dragon rode out his orgasm and grunted mindless masculine praise for the cobra, Cobbie did his part and sucked down every drop of the drake's messy spunk.

The drake huffed and pulled back but a moment too soon, and his twitching cock shot its last complete rope onto the snake's cheek. Cobbie's eye flinched shut, only just spared the mess. "Ah-heh, sorry," Acroth chuckled between huffs. While Cobbie wiped his cheek on the back of his hand and the dregs of the Acroth's orgasm dribbled onto the snake's shirt, Acroth cooed, "That was a good blowjob. I've been dying for something like that."

Cobbie licked his lips. His hand which formerly fingered the dragon's ass instead rested on one of the hard and chiseled cheeks. "Me too," he said. A grin spread over his face a second later, one Acroth answered with a meek smile. "Leave's just getting started, too. Guess I know how we're getting our exercise."

"Heh," Acroth sneered. Slowly he draped himself over Cobbie and let their spent cocks idly frot. He tried to think of something clever to say, but instead sexual relief rendered him calm and dozy. A long snooze on the train was what his body wanted. Cobbie joined him in rest. They loved the open affection after months of being repressed.

--2

Cobbie and Acroth disembarked from the train rested and relieved, dressed in street clothes with their bags slung from their shoulders. They regarded the openness of the city with almost a mild form of agoraphobia having been on base for so long. Acroth sucked in all of the clean air he could and puffed his chest out. After a long sigh, he smiled at Cobbie and asked, "So, now what?"

The snake shrugged and started off nowhere in particular down the sidewalk. Nobody recognized them as soldiers in plain clothes and they enjoyed the anonymity of looking like average men. "Want to head out to the cabin now?"

"Hey, I feel like I just got out of prison," Acroth chuckled, nudging Cobbie's shoulder. "Let's enjoy the city a little bit. Maybe we can grab some food while we're out."

"What, like dinner?" Cobbie muttered.

"Stuff to cook on our own. Groceries." In the city, small stores were all around and the dragon found a fruit market not far off. "Let's check this place out. All the fruit on base was crap." So they did, yet Acroth ended up buying very little. At another store they ended up with a bag full of items typical of the common male like beer and quick junk food, these being mostly Cobbie's selections. Then at a third and final store, they bought themselves food to get through a few of the coming days, demonstrating fondness in idle chatter and considerate choices in what they grabbed.

A short and scenic ride in a cab left the cobra and dragon outside of the woods, warmly lit in the afternoon sun and hardly threatening. Side by side, each carrying their own burden of bags, they walked up the foot path and let the city vanish at their backs. Past the threshold of the forest, sunbeams cut through the dense canopy and shadows played across their hard bodies. Acroth once glanced over to Cobbie with a sweet smile brought on by the romance of the situation.

With an awkward smirk back, Cobbie asked, "What?"

"This is nice," Acroth said softly. "That's all, really."

Finally the small but cozy cabin came into view. The windows were dark and the door was closed, and so the cobra set down his share of bags and fished in his duffel for keys. When he tried to unlock the door he found that there was no need, and from the side of his mouth he said discreetly to Acroth, "I think somebody's in there already."

Acroth nodded smartly and set his own things down. They weren't armed, but they didn't need to be. Cobbie carefully opened the door and was relieved that it didn't squeal. The dragon stayed by the door and kept watch at their backs while the snake crept in. In lieu of a tussle or an all clear, he heard Cobbie say, "When the hell did you get here?"

--3

The dragon idly packed the cold groceries into the fridge but the beer didn't make it past Cobbie who took out three bottles and handed them around. "So you're a friend of Cobbie's?" Acroth asked the stranger, a naturally imposing shark by the name of Chance. Chance stood at a height to rival Cobbie and his muscularity was staggering. His nudity from the waist up allowed the drake to see his considerable ink which was a great many dark and thick lines all over his arms like the broad strokes of calligraphy

Chance sneered at the notion and then wet his tongue with a splash of beer. "Sure," he said, "we can use that term."

Cobbie strode by Chance and purposefully, heavily bumped shoulder to shoulder against him on the way. "Chance thinks he's some hardass because he spent some time getting assfucked in a prison cell," he breezily chuckled.

"Fuck off," Chance said with a strange lack of malice.

"And now he gets assfucked on camera because hey, stick to your guns, buddy," the snake grinned.

Acroth blushed and smiled toothily. After a thoughtful sip of his beer he asked, "You work in porn?"

"Yeah," Chance said calmly, "I do. It makes me money. What can I say?"

"What kind of porn?" Acroth meekly asked, his smile growing wider. Cobbie noted some infatuation in the drake and he wondered if Chance was perceptive enough to see the same.

"Gay stuff," Chance said coolly and then sipped his beer. "If Cobbie brought you all the way out here, I'm gonna guess you like the dick too."

"I do," the dragon said easily and glanced at Cobbie. "Anybody hungry?"

Cobbie and Chance shared glances of their own. The shark seemed to speak for them both when he shrugged and said, "I could eat."

While Acroth put into the oven a frozen pizza he and Cobbie had just picked up, the snake and shark wandered to the den and idly caught up, their exchange fraught with deadpan snarking and fuck-yous from both parties. As soon as he set the timer Acroth snatched up his beer and joined the pair again. "So tell me some more about the porn you do," Acroth coyly asked, earning not only Chance's gaze, but also Cobbie's. The snake was grinning in sharp contrast to Chance's stone face, but there was some vague mischief in the shark's eyes.

"Cobbie's dying to tell you," Chance obligingly said as he sat heavily on the couch, "so I'll just tell you different when he spouts some bullshit."

The cobra took to the single armchair and Acroth sat near Chance with no other choice but no compunction either. "Chance here works for a porno company upstate run by some zebra." The snake sipped his beer and waited to see if Chance had some correction. When there was only abiding silence, he said, "And so our friend the shark here lifts up his tail gets plowed up the asshole for money. Bigger the better, huh?" he grinned.

"You tell me," Chance said, unfazed. "The one time I got my cock up your ass, you sure seemed to like it."

Acroth smiled wanly. "You guys have fucked?"

"Of course we fucked," Cobbie said coolly, although his hood had subtly flared in the exchange.

"Heh, I guess you get around, Cobs," Acroth said. He scooted slightly closer to Chance and the shark softly patted his shoulder.

"Yeah, you got room to talk," Cobbie sneered. "You who tried to suck my dick in the shower with six other guys around. Although I imagine you would've sucked them off, too..."

The dragon glanced up at Chance, who had cracked the tiniest of grins, and then he looked back at Cobbie for a moment of incriminating silence and a blush to boot. "I'm gonna go check the pizza," he finally said, grinning in his fluster when he stood up.

"Yes, dear," Cobbie snickered, "don't forget to wear your apron."

Acroth said something rude but unintelligible as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Nice kid," Chance said to the cobra. "How'd he get saddled with a cocksucker like you?"

"He likes cocksuckers like me," Cobbie said, thinking back to the train ride with a tight, brief smirk. "I got the feeling he's gonna be all over you before you're outta here."

Chance considered and drank from his beer thoughtfully, draining most of what he had left. "I got no problem with that," he finally said.

Partway through Cobbie's hissing snicker, Acroth peered into the den. "Time to eat, guys."

Over the course of the pizza, the three of them managed to put away a staggering amount of the beer Acroth and Cobbie had picked up with the intent to make it through the next few days. They were going to have to restock the next morning at the rate they were consuming.

"I can outdrink both of you pussies," Cobbie said, already with a dangerous slur in his voice.

"You already outdrank us, you fucking lush," Chance said with a mouthful of pizza. The shark had managed to put away a six pack and Acroth was working on his fifth beer. Cobbie already had a baker's dozen in his gut and he cracked open another.

"At least he doesn't have any hair to hold," Acroth smiled at Chance, who grinned and laughed.

"Aw, fuck off," Cobbie moaned. "Where'd all the pizza go?"

"We ate it while you were drinking all the beer," Chance replied.

"Oh, gotcha," Cobbie said, nearly zen in his demeanor for just that moment. He made it through most of his fourteenth beer when he seemed to finally hit his limit. It was as if his body suddenly said to his lazy synapses, enough of this shit, you idiot. "All right," he said, setting down a quarter-full bottle of beer, "I'm gonna just go lay down for a little bit."

Acroth watched the cobra stand with considerable difficulty, but it never occurred to he or Chance to offer assistance. "Sleep on your stomach," the shark ordered.

"Why?" Cobbie asked, leaning on the threshold to the guest bedroom. "You gonna come fuck me up the asshole?"

A low, throaty chuckle suggesting anything but playfulness shook Chance's chest. "So you don't drown in your own puke, moron. And if I'm gonna fuck you, you're gonna see it coming."

The cobra disappeared into the guest bedroom. Acroth and Chance both watched the doorway and waited to hear a thump, but nothing came. And within just a minute, they heard snoring.

"He's an asshole," Chance said and dropped his crust on a plate. He didn't know or care whose was whose.

Acroth was inclined to agree, but instead he chuckled and put a hand on the shark's thigh. Chance noticed it but said nothing on that matter for the moment.

"How you liking the army, huh? I could never cut it in there. Prison was enough institutionalization for me," the shark murmured.

"It's not so bad," Acroth said. "I meet goof guys. And Cobbie," he smiled. Chance smiled too, briefly. "So um, hey... I'm curious."

"I took part in a riot and punched a cop's teeth out when he tried to cuff me," Chance said.

"Oh," Acroth replied, taken aback. "Thanks for being, um, so open about that."

The shark shrugged and then leaned back on the sofa which creaked tiredly under his heavy body. Acroth pressed close, and the shark gently wrapped an arm around his middle. It occurred to the drake that cuddling didn't come naturally to Chance and he had the feeling it wouldn't go much further.

"It doesn't bother me," Chance replied. "I paid my debt to society and all that bullshit. Besides, anybody with a computer can look at my mugshot if they wanna."

They both paused when a particularly loud snore from Cobbie seemed to catch in the cobra's throat. They waited three seconds, then five seconds. Seven seconds before he started to snore again, and then their conversation went on as if it hadn't stopped. "I've never been arrested," Acroth said meekly. "Never even had a parking ticket."

"I'm a bad influence, then," Chance mused. "Better watch it."

"You seem pretty nice to me, especially compared to Cobbie." When the shark only shrugged, Acroth rested his head against one of his new friend's tattooed arms. "Listen, um..."

"What?" Chance asked.

"You want to go for a swim? I mean, you're a shark," the drake smiled. "Get naked, splash around, just have a little swim."

Chance listened to the scraping drone of Cobbie's drunk snoring for a few seconds. Finally he looked down at Acroth and shrugged. "All right, sure."

--5

Just out past the cabin was a tepid lake illuminated well by a three-quarter moon. Acroth gratefully peeled off his tee and similarly shoved down his jeans to reveal his athletic, golden body to the shark.

In slipping off his shredded and stained jeans, Chance bared a thick and uncut penis to the clement air and more importantly to Acroth's gaze. Being a porn star and ex-con kept him from being bashful about his nudity. Acroth's flippant attitude toward it was owed to his time in the army though he could certainly appreciate a naked man.

They walked side by side to the shore. Acroth dipped a foot in almost timidly while Chance just rushed into the water and briefly disappeared under its surface. Acroth grinned and hoped to see the shark's fin. He was disappointed when his whole head popped out. "You gonna swim or what?" he asked.

"Hey, cut me some slack," Acroth said as he stepped in and started to wade over to Chance. "We don't get to use a lot of water on base, I just about forgot what it's like," he grinned.

"Military showers, huh? Fuck that shit. At least in prison you get to take a decent, hot shower," Chance hissed.

Not a foot from Chance, Acroth smiled bashfully. "Were you ever worried about other guys in the shower?"

"Me? Nah," Chance said confidently. "I had nothing for the scumballs in lockup. I'm not letting drug dealers and pimps near my ass. Easier and safer to just beat off," he said with a shrug.

Although he nodded wisely, Acroth reached through the cool, clear water to palm Chance's naked body. At first the shark seemed to not notice, but soon enough he sneered at the dragon. "Didn't I tell you I was a bad influence?"

"You don't seem like one to me," Acroth said with a quick kiss on the shark's lips. He was surprised when Chance returned it. Spurred by even that mild affection, he pressed in against the hard shark's flank and reached down to cup his thick, freely-hanging balls.

"Thanks, I guess," Chance said with his typical uncertainty at compliments. He could easily accept ones geared towards his body, but he wasn't as keen about his personality. With intent to dodge any further compliments he reached around and cupped the drake's tight ass. It took him no time at all to wriggle a thick finger between the cheeks and against the quivering pucker hiding there. Still somewhat loosened from his romp with Cobbie, Acroth shivered and obligingly pressed back.

Chance had starkly different things in mind for Acroth but he could humor the dragon if he wanted to play bottom bitch for a while. Of all people, Chance had no room to criticize that. In one smooth push he sank his finger, spreading open the dragon's snug anal walls with the water as ample lubrication. In return he felt the gold dragon palming more insistently on his balls, gripping his shaft a moment later to ease back the foreskin.

The shark made no lewd noises and his silence was in sharp contrast to Acroth's soft croons and growls. Soon he added a second finger to the drake's ass, and then he began to pump and rub, making subtle beckoning gestures to put pleasurable pressure on his walls. Acroth bit his lower lip and gave Chance's member a firm squeeze. The flesh was already growing beautifully thick and hard. "Your fingers are bigger than they look," the dragon said with a coy grin and a blush.

Digging more deeply in Acroth's ass and bearing his dramatic teeth in a smirk, Chance looked exactly like the big aquatic predator Acroth expected him to be. "They are, yeah," he said flatly. "Your asshole's just about reamed, though. What happened?"

"Cobbie happened," Acroth said simply. Chance said nothing but understood. Under the gentle water, Chance's member was completely swollen, just as Acroth's was in deference to the shark's pumping fingers. At a quicker pace than the fingering he received, Acroth pumped Chance's cock smoothly and skilfully. "This is a real nice dick you've got down here..."

I know, Chance thought. "Thanks," he said aloud, smirking.

"You, uh," Acroth mumbled as he squeezed down tightly on the shark's cock, "you want to paddle back to shore?"

"What for? You're the one who wanted to swim," Chance sneered. Maybe to add to the teasing, Chance wriggled his fingers in more strongly, wedging them in up to the knuckles.

It was no surprise to Chance when the dragon arched and crooned. A moment later he pressed in more closely and frotted the shark, gripping their swollen cocks together in one hand. His wet, smooth hide glided wonderfully along the shafts, albeit with a little difficulty holding onto so much thick meat. "Honestly," Acroth said after a soft pant, "it's hard to fuck in the water. Wouldn't you rather have me against something solid?"

Chance didn't burst Acroth's bubble just yet. He wriggled and spread his fingers deep in the drake's ass to let him revel in that bottom state of mind for a while longer. That pleasure was far from wearing thin when he slipped his fingers out and left the dragon's worn ass alone at last. "All right, if you say so," he conceded, giving Acroth a pat on the hip.

The dragon smiled coyly but fondly and kissed Chance on the lips. After a moment longer of pumping their hard dicks together, he gently pushed off of the shark and swam his way back to the shore, keeping his wings tucked tightly. Predictably, Chance submerged and beat Acroth to the shore with time to spare. What surprised Acroth was the way the studly shark sat back on the drier sand slightly upshore and leaned back. Acroth first thought the predator was inviting him to a ride. That swollen, uncircumcised cock glistened with water and drooled pre, begging to be sat upon, but when Acroth neared and knelt with intent to straddle, Chance eased back and more obligingly lifted his legs. He didn't hold them too far up but Acroth instinctively grabbed them at the knees and held them up.

"You want me to fuck you?" the dragon asked with more surprise than disappointment.

Chance looked down his hard body and then at Acroth's leery face. He disarmed the unease with a toothy smirk. "I don't have to explain why being fucked is nice, do I? I don't give a fuck what people think about it," he shrugged. "I do what I want."

Acroth smiled and shrugged for himself. "I can respect that," he said to the shark as he scooted in closer. Without wasting a second he unhanded a leg and gripped his hard, blunt cock just behind the tip. It didn't occur to him to loosen up or lube the shark, but when he pressed against the snug pucker hiding out under those heavy balls he realized that the shark was well-trained. There was no doubt in his mind that his readiness had to do with his career in smut. Slowly he sank his cock into the muscular shark who finally let out a pleasurable groan, even if it was a soft one.

It took the drake little time to hilt his impressive cock in the shark. When the gold dragon was flush against him, Chance folded his arms behind his head and sighed quietly. Acroth asked him nothing and started to fuck his tight ass with deep, firm thrusts, neither too hard nor too gentle. Soon he unhanded the shark's other leg and Chance settled his feet into the cool sand on either side of the dragon. "It's been a while since I topped," Acroth admitted, leaning over Chance to get a better angle.

"You're doing fine," Chance huffed as he closed his eyes. As a direct result of Acroth's modest but enjoyable assfucking, the shark's cock throbbed heavily and spat pre up along his body, leaving little ropes on his smooth but wet chest and stomach. Soon Acroth gripped it again and started to heavily pump it, his hand traveling from tip to base each and every time just to show how much he appreciated such a thick cock. "Ooh, yeah," Chance grunted almost too lowly to be heard.

Acroth licked his lips and hastened his pace both in fucking and pumping the shark. "Ah, goddamn, you're hot," he grinned. "I think you're an even bigger stud than Cobbie, but don't tell him I said that." He wouldn't have been as lame as to suggest that Chance was perfect, but the shark was a fantastic lay and a herculean stud all the same.

Conversely, Chance was thinking that the dragon was endearing with his naive sweetness but willfulness to top. Any compliments to do with his hard, chiseled body were a fast track to his heart, however, and he smirked lewdly. "Flattery'll get you everywhere," he chuckled. "I really don't know if I'm bigger than Cobbie, but... Fuck it, let's run with that."

"Works for me," Acroth chuckled to Chance, grinning absently. "I gotta admit, I was hoping you'd fuck me, but this isn't half-bad either."

"Lotta guys seem surprised that I like to get fucked," Chance said between soft huffs. "Like I said, I do what I want."

The dragon chuckled under his breath but the conversation soon withered away. It was becoming clear to the drake that Chance's idle clenches were getting more consistent and deliberate, and that big shark cock was throbbing all the more lewdly in his tugging grip. Just the same, Acroth felt his own pleasure starting to peak and he fucked the stud more intently, his soft hide audibly slapping against Chance's wet flesh, these sounds quickly dying off in the open night.

Chance's oncoming release was obvious when he started to grit his teeth and huff through his nostrils. Against the sand he beat his tail and his cock squirted greater and thicker wads of pre into the dragon's stroking hand as time went on. "Aah... Shit," he grunted. His body language spurred Acroth to fuck him harder and faster, always keeping his stroking in pace. The shark knew he wouldn't last much longer, made all the more obvious when he bit his lip and curled his toes into the sand.

When Chance came, he did so with a grunt and his body tightly heaved as his cock twitched and bowed. One rope after another of his potent shark cum splattered into Acroth's jerking hand, some escaping, some clinging to the drake's fingers in a fun, sticky mess.

While the shark panted and groaned in his release, Acroth quickly worked up to his. Over and over he pounded the tough shark even as his balls drew up tightly to his warm loins. As his release finally did strike he eased off of his rough pumps, hilted sharply and hissed through grit teeth. With eyes clenched shut and teeth bared, his intense oh-face perfectly matched the sloppy mess of dragon jizz he unloaded, rendering Chance's anal walls sticky and hot. The bliss of release saw him unhand Chance's cock and fall over the shark, bracing himself with both hands in the sand, but by then Chance's cock was almost painfully tender in afterglow anyway.

"Ooh, fuck," Chance growled. "That's the stuff..."

Before he could talk, Acroth panted harshly. In the rush of his orgasm he felt lightheaded. Only as he came into afterglow did he start to shake the dizziness, but even then he kissed the shark on his rough lips rather than speak. He wasn't surprised when Chance returned the kiss this time around, although his cute attempts to slip Chance the tongue were met with gentle refusal. When the kiss died off, Acroth settled atop the muscular shark and sighed heavily. Chance's eyes were half-closed when he softly squeezed the drake, just a brief moment of affection before he nudged his new friend. "All right, let's head back inside. I'm beat."

With a little effort they got back onto their shaky legs. Afterglow had both men pleasantly woozy. They dusted the sand off of their bodies, dressed and made their way back into the cabin where Cobbie's snoring was still agonizingly constant.

Ignoring the droning in the guest bedroom, Acroth kissed Chance on the lips but found the shark cold. Not quite deterred, the dragon said with a smile, "I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you tonight, what do you think?"

There was no pleasure in Chance's voice when he replied. "I'd rather we not."

Although Acroth's smile waned, he nodded and forced one more hug on the shark which was actually returned. "Sleep well, Chance."

Chance didn't say another word, but he nodded at the dragon. Turning on his heel, he made for the guest bedroom opposite Cobbie's, pausing only to shut the cobra's door.

I don't think you're such a bad influence, thought Acroth as he flicked off the light. Yawning and sprawling on the couch, he went to sleep with the hope that the rest of his leave would be no less interesting.