Frost's Alone Time
Alone Time
Frost plodded up the path to his front door and wearily pushed the key into the lock. The white-scaled dragon pushed through the door and unceremoniously dropped his side bag on the floor. Without stopping, he walked through the house to his bedroom, where he flopped down on the bed and let out an aggravated sigh. Work had been hell as usual and it was all he could do not to just walk out.
Frost rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, letting his heart rate fall to a normal rhythm. He gave another sigh and sat up, pulling off his black t-shirt and tossing it onto a laundry basket that sat against the opposite wall. His lightly muscled bare chest felt good without the constricting, hot fabric of the shirt around it. Closely following the removal of the shirt, a pair of grey cargo shorts hit the floor, leaving the dragon in nothing but white boxer briefs.
He slid a claw across his crotch area, half adjusting and half touching. He murred slightly and stood up, already feeling a stirring in his sheath. He walked over to his desk and sat down, booting up his computer. When the screen had loaded, he clicked onto the Internet and quickly found his way to the Fchan furry imageboard. By the time he'd arrived at the male only board, his boxer briefs were already bulging with his half hard dragon cock. He murred louder as his claw found itself wrapped around the thick dragon meat through the fabric of his underwear. He rubbed up and down the length, now fully hard at twelve inches, a pre stain already beginning to soak the fabric.
Getting bored with the normal stuff, he switched his attention from the Male board to the Alternative Hardcore board. There he found a thread titled "Watersports." He grinned, as pee play was one of his favorite fetishes. He clicked an image of a horse, fully erect, letting loose all over a husky boy who eagerly drank it down and let it soak his black and white fur. The dragon imagined himself being both the husky and the horse. He relished the thought of himself being drenched in another fur's piss. He could feel his orgasm building slowly.
He switched images, this new one a picture of a wolf fucking a cheetah in the ass and letting out his stream into the cheetah's ass where it dribbled out and down his legs. Frost caught his breath as he felt his orgasm sneak up on him. Before he could do anything, his cock was spasming in his claw and coating the inside of his underwear with hot, sticky dragon seed. The cum quickly soaked through the fabric, making it see-through.
He looked down at his mess and grinned, getting slightly turned on again by his wet underwear and being able to see his white cock through the fabric. He glanced back at the computer screen and got an idea. Smiling to himself, Frost stood up and walked to the bathroom, a claw never leaving his still hard cock. He stepped into the shower, but didn't close the curtain. Directly across from the shower was a wall mirror, giving him a perfect view of his mostly naked body.
He murred at the side of his cum drenched underwear and stood so he had a front profile view of himself. He murred and relaxed his bladder muscles, feeling the hot yellow flow work it's way out of his bladder and into his hard cock. He sighed as the flow reached his piss hole and began flowing out and mixing with the cum in his underwear. He watched in the mirror as the pee began soaking more than the cum had and started dribbling out where his cock head pressed against the fabric and also began running down his legs.
He moaned as he felt the warm urine running down his legs. He pulled open the waistband of his underwear and let the stream coat his chest and stomach, murring as he felt the warm liquid run over his scales. Just before the stream ebbed, he clenched his muscles and shot it up to his muzzle, catching some and swallowing it down. He licked his lips and enjoyed the strong salty taste.
As the flow subsided, Frost let his wet underwear drop to the ground and began stroking his cock, the cum and pee acting as a thin lube. His breath came in fast puffs as he pleasured himself. Lifting his tail, he brought the tip to his tailhole and pressed gently. His tail slid in with little effort and he moaned as he felt himself being stretched.
There were so many things Frost loved about being a dragon, he could tailfuck himself, he peed pints, and he could suck himself off. At that thought, he sat himself on the edge of the bathtub, still facing the mirror and lowered his head down to his cock. Without hesitation, he took the head into his mouth and began sucking and licking. He tasted pre, cum, and piss and all he wanted was more. He went down deeper, taking the whole 12 inches into his maw, lapping all over the head and the shaft as he bobbed his head. He felt his second orgasm approaching and began pumping his tail faster and deeper, pressing against his prostate with every thrust, forcing pre to gush into his mouth.
He moaned in ecstasy as his second orgasm overtook him. He gulped down the torrents of cum that issued from his cock tip, reveling in the taste. Pulling off of his cock, he let his cock paint his face and chest with seed before his orgasm faded. Panting, he stood up, murring at his messy reflection in the mirror. He ran a claw over his chest, smearing the cum, his cock finally gaining to soften and return to it's sheath.
Finally, after just leaning against the wall and staring for a while in afterglow, Frost turned on the shower and let the water flow over him, sighing contentedly as the hot spray washed away all traces of his naughty fun. He washed himself with scale cleanser and stepped from the shower, all his stress relieved. Tomorrow was his day off; he'd have to find more ways to entertain himself...