Adolescence & Dragon Love
Adolescence & Dragon Love By Drake Blackmore Hello furry community, this was my first foray into the world of yiffy writing. It's a little bit excessive, but hopefully you can see it for the fun it truly is. I welcome any comments or suggestions, preferably constructive. My e-mail address is [email protected] And of course anyone who isn't legal shouldn't read the forthcoming work. Maybe in a couple of years.
Dylan was in a state of shock; his large cock was completely out of it's sheath and had just spewed seed everywhere. It was something the young dragon had been waiting do do for a long time, ever since the other furs at school described the pleasure of it. He finally got to do it that day.
Dylan's mother had recently divorced his father and didn't want custody at all; she was a beautiful young dragon and obviously enjoyed the single life. Dylan's father Lance was a great parent, always caring about his wellbeing. However, he was a strict, masculine type, and during the day worked as military drill instructor in an elite forces unit. He wasn't crazy though and was a pretty normal parent after work. Dylan had a young little brother about nine years old who was growing up quickly. All three dragons who occupied that household were tough and hardened, and had partly gotten that way because of the divorce. Lance was a heavily muscled black dragon and worked out regularly because of his job. Dylan and Chris (Dylan's little brother) frequently saw their dad walking around with his shirt off, his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles glistening with sweat after a particualrily tough workout. Lance was confident about his body and told his sons to be the same way.
Back to the story: Dylan was home alone and completely naked. His red 15-year old body was already packed with muscle, no doubt largely due to the genetics he inherited from two virile parents. He had started the day at first stipping down to nothing but his briefs. He had fondled his large bulge through the fabric. Dylan had then stipped completely and released his tennis ball-sized testicles and large sheath into the air. He had then logged onto the computer and took his first look at the wonders of online porn. He first went to the heterosexual websites that featured huge-breasted lions, tigers, and dragons. He tried to masterbate to this, but to no avail. He followed a few promising links and wound up on a website full of gay furry porn. He loved it, especially a video of a huge black dragon fucking the brains out of a huge brown bull with characteristically gigantic bull balls. By this time, his cock had become extremely hard, harder than he ever remembered it before, and Dylan was amazed. He was so shocked at his size that this burly 15-year old jumped up and ran around looking for a ruler. Measuring tape would do, he had thought. His fully extended cock wound up to being 15 inches, a size he thought was huge, but was probably dwarfed by his big military father. He had seen his dad in his standard white briefs numerous times, and his bulge was gigantic. Dylan then had gone back to the computer. He kept repeating the video of the dragon and bull while stroking himself, and finally his large testicles released the huge load that had put him in shock in the first place.
"Oh my God," thought Dylan, knowing what this experience probably meant. "I can't be; my father is so typical male; what did I do?" By this time, Dylan was talking out loud. "Is this true?" He looked at the clock, 5:25 pm. "Oh my God, Dad'll be home in 5 minutes," Dylan was panicking. He quickly deleted his browser history and cache, and closed everything up. Dylan then grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned up the den where the computer was. He rushed into the bathroom and started a shower. It was then his dad walked in. "Dylan, I'm home," said Lance as he walked in the front door. "I'm in the shower, Dad," Dylan yelled.
In the shower, Dylan was in denial. He washed off thoroughly, especially his crotch, not wanting his father to know anything. He walked out clean, hopeful that he could return to the course of a normal teenage dragon, albeit a large muscled one with a huge endowment.
In the hallway, Lance was, as normal, sweaty and musky. His military uniform was tight to his broad chest and large biceps and a bulge could also be seen from the close fitting pants. He started to unbutton his shirt unzipped his pants. After a long day, he settled into the couch in their living room.
After dressing, Dylan walked into the living room to find his dad there. His military shirt was unbuttoned halfway to reveal his sweaty chest. His pants were completely unzipped and his briefs bulged outward a considerable bit. The musk was overpowering; draconic masculinity emanated from his father. "What's up, Dylan?" asked his father, obviously out of his military mood. "How was your day to yourself?" "Oh, it was great. I got some much needed rest." "Oh." "Well how was your day, dad?" "Great, we actually conducted a physical exam on all the new recruits." "Really, for what?" "Oh, just some measurements to measure their progress." "Really, what kind?" Dylan found himself strangely aroused. Maybe the combination of the musk, his dad's appearance, and an intriguing story. "Dylan, you know my unit only takes the best men to fight. We measure that in many ways." "Today, we measured their body against the model of masculinity." "Oh, really, like you, right? "Actually, my body is often used as an example." "Ok, what did you measure?" "The normal measurements, biceps, chest size, waist, calf size, and..." Lance hesistated, why was he telling his son this? He was young, but as he looked at him, Lance noticed his son shared his own body type. "... some other things." "What else, dad, what else?" Dylan was obviously curious. It was then that Lance noticed his son's pants. They were beginning to bulge. "Oh my God, Lance, not your son too," thought the father to himself. "It's not important Dylan," Lance answered quickly, then noticed himself. He immediately zipped up his pants and buttoned his shirt and walked into his bedroom. "What happened today?" thought Dylan. "Why is dad acting so strange?" He then realized his own bulge, and was horrified. "Oh no..." Dylan ran into his own bedroom and jumped on his bed. "How could I have let that slip?" Lance was pacing around his bedroom, thinking of what to do. He finally decided. Dylan heard a knock on his door. "Can you come out here, son?" Lance asked. "Okay, dad." Dylan walked out to find his father back in regular clothes, looking concerned. "Dylan, I know you're getting older, and I decided that maybe I should help you through this time. You've always known that your body is nothing to be ashamed of; I want to really show you that. I know you're growing now, so I think we should start one of those growth charts on the wall again. I think it'll help. Come on into the kitchen, I'll give you an elite forces physical exam." Dylan was scared, yet was excited to find out what it really was. He followed his father. "Dylan, take off your shirt," his father commanded, in true military style. "Dad?" Dylan whined, something he hadn't done in a while. "If you really want to do this, take it off." Dylan took off his shirt revealing his scuplted chest and abs. "Wow, son, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I bet your measurements will beat a lot of the recruits'." Lance said, proud of his masculine son. Lance took out his measuring tape. "We'll start with the chest" Lance wraps the tape measure around his son's muscular chest, and recorded. "Wow, son, 48 inches." "Is that good?" asked Dylan. "Yes, you're bigger than most of my squad." Dylan felt extremely lucky. He knew the kind of muscle-bound men that went into the military. "Okay, Dylan flex your right bicep," Lance said, continuing on with military protocol. Dylan willingly flexed; he was obviously getting into all this. He flexed his red bicep. He worked out frequently, but most of what was there would have been there anyway, just because of his genes. "Son, your almost as big as me, 20 inches." "Really, you're lying." "No, you are growing up well. Just like I did." "Okay, Dylan, sag yor pants a little and wrap this around your waist." Lance handed the measuring tape to Dylan, who willingly agreed. "35 inches," Dylan declared, and his father stood dumbstruck.. "Dylan, that's the same as my waist. Of course, I have a bigger chest and such, but that's a good, solid measurement; you're thickly built." Dylan was amazed at the way his dad was talking to him; it seemed to him that his dad was treating him almost like a man. "Okay, I'll do this one," Lance told his son, "Just hold up the cuffs of your pants." Dylan bent down and grabbed the bottom of his pants, pulling them up. That, as a result, left his muscular legs to be worked on by his father. Lance measured Dylan's calf: "19 inches, son, that's amazing." Dylan felt more self-confident with each measurement. "Okay, dad, what's next, what else do your recruits go through?" asked Dylan. His father sighed, knowing this was what he decided. Still, he hesitated. "Son, take off your pants," Lance said earnestly. "Okay, dad," Dylan responded. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered his pants. Now this muscular red teenage dragon was clothed only in white briefs, white briefs that left little to the imagination. "Okay, this is what the elite force calls total manhood measure, or TMP for short." Lance said. "You mean it even has an acronym?" Dylan wondered. "Yes, we use it a lot for assigning the best position for each individual recruit." Lance said, obviously repeating some commonly used reason for it. "Okay, what is it? "It is the measure of a furry's genitals. You first have them get into briefs, already the case for you, and measure from the abdomen to the outermost extent of the briefs. Everyone just calls it how big your bulge is. Son, I think you have a pretty healthy TMP from what I can tell, just like your father." Dylan blushed with pride. "Okay, you're fine with me doing this, right. I mean I've done it on 50 furries already today." "Yeah, dad, go ahead." Lance got a ruler and pressed down, although he couldn't very much, on his son's abdomen. It was rock hard. The ruler extended horizontally, and Lance used his claw to brush gently against his son's balls (which was extremely pleasurable for Dylan) and trace upward to the ruler. "4 and 1/2 inches. Son, that is bigger than any of our squad, save for that one big black bull." (Dylan remembered the porn and shuddered.) "Okay, son, you've probably guessed it. We also measure penis length. Let's see how you do." Lance was becoming more seductive, yet still following army protocol. Dylan willingly took his briefs off and showed his dad his endowment. "Son, you're growing, aren't you?" Lance joked. "I guess so, dad." "Son, you know we measure erect penis length, so go at it. Don't tell me you've never pawed off before. I did loads of times before I was your age." Dylan felt kind of embarrassed, knowing that today was his first time. "Yeah, it's just..." "Son, you have nothing to worry about." With that, Dylan started to rub his sheath until the head of his black cock came out. He sped up and soon his cock was almost as hard as earlier. Because of it's immense size, however, it did not stay level. "Son, get up on this stool." Lance encouraged, amazed that his young son's cock was a big as it was, nearly rivaling his own massive one. "Put your cock down on the kitchen island here." Dylan had never heard his dad talk like that, but it made him increasingly aroused. He plopped his huge cock down where his dad could measure it. "Dylan, 15 and 1/2 inches, that's huge." Dylan's father said. "Almost as big as our stallion back in the force." Lance then made a proposition. "Son, you've done all this, letting me see how you've grown. Would you like to see your father?" "Yes, yes, dad, you're much bigger than me." "You'll see..." Lance peeled off his shirt revealing his big, black, muscular frame. He was still sweaty and let off draconic musk into the air. Dylan's dad then quickly took of his pants, let his son see his huge bulge, then proceeded to take his briefs off as well. "Oh my God, dad, you're gigantic." Dylan said, his big, youthful, dragon cock now off the table and waving in the air. He was obviously extremely happy with what was going on. His dad saw that, and his predictions were found true. Lance then started to masterbate, pleasuring his well-developed body as his immense cock slowly slid out of his sheath. It just kept coming and coming, and Dylan was amazed. It was then fully erect, and Lance put it up on the island, of course not needing the footstool. "Son, put yours down here too for comparison sake." Lance offered. Dylan consented. On the countertop, his thick 15 1/2 dragon cock was put to shame by his father's two foot black monster. "Son, don't feel bad, you're still growing, and I think you have more than I did when I was your age." Dylan felt better. "Son, we are two well-developed dragons, aren't we?" Lance started to play with his son. "I guess so, dad," Dylan said, matching his father's lighthearted tone. Both of their cocks were still resting on the counter. "You know, Dylan, your mother really loved this beauty; I doubt she found someone as big as me. But son, I have something to tell you. The reason mom left was she found me doing something with this that she didn't really like." "What dad, what?" "She found me one night in the den looking at homosexual pornography, while pawing off. Son, I know what you might think of me, that I am this ultra-masculine military type. That is partly the case. But I really have been all along hiding my true love from your mom. I am sexually attracted to males: I love what we've been doing and I always enjoy physical examination day at work. Son, I'm a gay dragon." Dylan was at a loss for words, then responded. "Dad, I need to tell you something too. You know how you said that I had probably pawed off a lot already, to tell you the truth, today while you were at work I did for the first time. Everyone at school has always talked about it, but I've been too afraid to do it myself because I really didn't think you would think it was okay. Obviously, you do though... Anyway, that is not what I need to tell you. To get myself in the mood, I had to use pornography. It had two males having sex. That was the type that really got me excited. Dad, I think I'm gay." "Dylan, son, it's all right. Everything's going to be fine. But don't hide it; I've hidden it all this time and look what it did to our marriage. It's fine that you like that; hey, I do too. (Dylan laughed) But you should know what it means though, and I need to too. I've been wanting to do this for a long time now, even more after that little exam," Lance was encouraging, and Dylan wanted to know what his dad had in mind. "Dylan, I've never been with another male; I married your mom to conform to society, but I've always lusted after masculinity. Dylan, would it be alright if we did something sexual?" "Of course, I love you. "Okay, I want you, I want your young dragon cock; put it inside me, I need it." Dylan didn't need any more encouragement. He lifted his dad's heavy tail, well on the way to dominating his older, muscular father. He placed his cock, still hard as a rock, onto Lance's entrance. He pushed and pushed, finally getting past the outer ring of his dad's virginity. "Ow, oh God!" yelled Lance. "No, keep going Dylan, I've just never had something that big up there. Dylan kept going, slowly burying all 15 1/2 inches of his black cock into the black hole. It was red against black now. He could tell his dad was using his military resillancy to resist screaming; it was obviously burning for the big black dragon, but Dylan knew that a body like his dad's could take anything he was going to give. He started to pull out his cock and then slowly thrusted back in. Faster. Faster. Lance started crying out, but it was now because of indescribable pleasure, pleasure that he had longed for for years; now it was coming from his son. Dylan was in ecstacy. He pounded all of his draconic meat in and out of his muscled father. He kept going, kept going like that. Dylan started to sap all of his youthful virility; he roared and roared as he thrust harder, faster, deeper into the huge black dragon. "Dad, I think..." Dylan screamed out with all of his pent-up desire as he unloaded massive amounts of dragon cum into his father. Lance felt like nothing he had ever felt like before. He was utterly dominated by his huge son. It felt great. He could feel the seed of someone who came from his own. It was a unique experience. Dylan slowly pulled out his softening dragon cock out of his father and out came a flood of his own cum with it. The big black dragon whose tailhole was leaking seed turned around to his son and embraced him "I love you, Dylan." "I love you too dad. I think we should do some more of this." "Son, I think you're right." The two heavily muscled dragons, one red, one black, embraced each other for a time. Their thick cocks were squeezed between them, a sign of their love for each other.