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“Dekk! Run!" Shane shouts and points toward the window. “Brian, wait, listen, it is NOT what it looks like–"

“GGRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA–"

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I swing the window open and try to squeeze out when I feel Brian's shoulder dig into my back, sending us both hurtling to the ground. I attempt to extend my wings but it only slightly softens our landing in the bushes below.

“DEKK, YOU BASTARD!"

I raise my arms above my face and pray that Brian's too hungover to do any real damage.

“Brian! Stop!" I open my eyes and see Shane leaning through the window. “He didn't do anything!"

Brian holds his fist in the air. It seems our little outburst woke the house as a steady stream of people come to see the commotion. I look up at Shane and as more people fill the backyard he shrinks away, anxiety all over his face.

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS COOL!" I cover my face.

“THAT" Thud “WAS BEFORE YOU–" Thud “FUCKED MY BROTHEEERRRRR!!"

“Daaaamn, Dekk, get it in, br–" Brock whistles.

Brian bares his teeth at Brock.

“How could you violate the bro code like that, Dekk…" Brock shuffles inside.

“Bri, stop!" Shane is panting as he comes out into the backyard. “Get off of him!

Brian stops punching me. “Shane…"

“Please, leave him alone, Bri, seriously, he didn't do anything. We didn't. We were just, uhm…" Shane looks around at all the people staring and lowers his voice to an anxious whisper. “We were just cuddling…"

I want to hug him so badly. Poor little dude.

“Get up, Dekk." Brian glares.

“Can I go get dressed, at least?" I cover my pride with my hands.

Brian glares. “No."

“Brian I–" Shane grabs his brother's arm.

“Let me handle this, Shane," Brian replies and shakes him off. “Wait here."

I follow him and wince under the laughing stares, I find it impossible to ignore the clicking of people taking photos as the mostly-naked dragon with a big ass is escorted through the house.

Brian opens a door and throws two mostly asleep guys out into the hall. “Stay. I'll be back."

He shuts the door and I sit with only my underwear on in another little office that's been converted into a bedroom. Sleeping bags litter the floor and I scrunch my nose at the unmistakable scent of dudebros who haven't showered in recent memory.

Fuck. I should have at least kept my clothes on. Brian probably thinks I was trying to take advantage of Shane, especially because of how drunk I got last night. Shit. He's going to throw me out of the house, and probably his wedding!

Poor Shane! Fuck! I'm bound to get a hard time about what happened, but I can handle that. Can he? I pace the room until the door opens. Brian and Lisa step inside, glaring, but Shane follows behind and waves.

“What's up, Little Dude?" I try to smile.

“Not a word, Dekk." Brian says. “I told you not to rush shit!"

“After everything we said, Dekk, really?" Lisa shakes her head.

The pair tear into me for taking advantage of Shane, and how sensitive he is, and how I'm a total creep and a perv, and that they're disappointed in my behavior. I can't bring myself to talk back, what if they're right?

“I'm not comfortable with you hanging around Shane, Dekk," Brian says. “Did you seriously sleep in his bed last night? You made him sleep on the floor?!"

“That's not what happened!" Shane moves between me and his brother. “I took him upstairs and put him to bed, he was hammered."

“Shane, c'mon, let me handle–"

“I'm an adult, Brian." Shane points. “We did not have sex but if we did that's my decision to make! I'm not a kid, Bri."

Lisa frowns. “We're just trying to look out for you, Shane."

Shane scoffs. “We cuddled after a coffee date. A coffee date that was my idea, cuddling that was my idea!"

I smile at Shane, it's nice to hear that he likes me.

“Plus, Dekk is your best friend, how could you think he's some kind of creep?" Shane frowns. “He's been the perfect gentleman."

“You said that about Vic, too, Shane," Brian says.

Shane physically recoils and wraps his arms around himself.

Is that his ex? Also, I agree with him, how could they think I'm that sort of guy? Was Shane's ex so bad that they just get protective as soon as a dude shows interest, no matter who he is? Worse, I don't like how Shane reacted when they brought him up.

What did he do?

Lisa leans against the door. “Shane's right, though. We shouldn't assume Dekk was up to anything bad."

Brian unclenches his fists. “Sorry, Dekk, sorry Shane. You're an adult, and I do trust Dekk. I'm just… Hungover and seeing that first thing in the morning–"

“It's almost 1, Bri," Shane whispers.

“...Seeing that as soon as I woke up set me off, I guess. Sorry."

An agonizing silence settles over the room, I clear my throat and move closer to Shane. “We've only been on one date but, uh, your little brother is cool, Bri."

Shane grabs my hand. “Thanks. You're cool too."

D'awww! “I'd never do anything without his permission, I swear dude." I put an arm around Shane's shoulder and he leans into me. He's looking up at me with those adorable blue eyes, his hair's a mess from laying in bed, I just want to pick him up and–

“Good God, Dekk, really, now?" Brian gags.

“I'll go get you some pants." Shane pushes past Brian and Lisa, his face tomato red.

I look down. “I can't fucking–I can't control this thing, okay?!"

“Try, Dekk, try, because you're going to put someone's eyes out."

Lisa laughs.

“I'm going to cut my eyes out of my head after what I've had to see today. I need a drink." Brian throws his arms in the air and leaves the office.

“Sorry, Dekk. Brian's been stressed lately. Probably wedding jitters and stuff." Lisa says.

I grab her shoulder before she leaves. “Hey, can I… Ask you about this Vic guy?"

Lisa takes a deep breath. “Bri should not have said that, you're nothing like him."

“Was he really that bad, Lisa?" I'm afraid of the answer.

“Worse, Dekk." Lisa squeezes my hand. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry and… I trust you to keep Shane safe."

Lisa leaves and in another minute Shane arrives with clothes.

“I'm sorry they did that." Shane doesn't look away while I get dressed. “It's none of their business, and they overreacted."

“They just want you to be safe, little dude." I walk up to him with my arms open. “But a hug would make me feel better."

“Goofy derg," He wraps his arm around my belly and rests his head on my chest. “I'm uh, I'm gonna go read by the pool."

“Do you want some company?" I ask.

“Um… Not right now, I kinda just wanna be in my head for a bit, okay?" He looks guilty.

“No problem, you have my number. Just let me know."

He stands on his toes and kisses my cheek. “Thanks."

“Have fun, little dude." I give him a short headstart before I leave the room.

I head to the kitchen for some water and look out the window. Shane is sitting by the firepit with his head buried in a book. He doesn't look up but I see that he's smiling, which makes me feel better.

I spend the next couple of hours watching the game with some of the guys when Brian grabs me and pulls me to the side.

“Sup?" I ask.

“First I… I'm sorry. I do think you and Shane would make a good couple and… You're a good guy."

“Apology accepted."

“Seecooooooond, I need a favor." Brian scratches his neck.

“Sure, what is it?" I ask.

“Can you head to the store and get some more champagne? We fucking destroyed it last night." Brian says.

“Uh, sure, no prob. Let me go get my wallet." I reply. Brian nods and I text Shane to ask for permission to go into his room. His only reply is a thumbs-up emoji.

My wallet is, of course, buried in the bottom of my bag. I sit on the floor and look around the room. Shane's got all kinds of stuff in here. Without getting too nosy I explore his stuff. Action figures, comics, all sorts of cool merch.

I crouch to get a closer look when I notice that several of the figures look cracked and are missing pieces or look like they've only recently been glued back together. Huh. I go back through the books.

A few look like they're missing pages, and others are brand new and barely opened, including copies of 'The Hobbit' and the rest of 'The Lord of the Rings', I thought those were his favorites.

I continue my snooping and find something behind one of the shelves. Two things. Books. They look awful and bloated like they'd been soaked in water.

I move the shelf and grab them.

Gunmage Book Two

Gunmage Book Three

Nothing else is legible, it's all ripped or the ink has run off. I thought he said he didn't have these yet. Why does he have so many new books? His brother said he's been a huge reader his whole life.

Why would he lie about not having the other books? And… Why would they be destroyed like this?

I grab the plushie off the bed and turn it over in my hands. It's been sewn back together in places. I must have been too hungover to notice the damage, but I can't stop seeing it now. Boardgames with dinged boxes, cards with torn sleeves, glue and thread to patch up broken things.

What the hell? Last night Shane washed his hands after eating one chip before picking up a game to show me. I can't imagine him being this careless, he loves this stuff!

My phone buzzes. 'You leave yet?' it's from Brian.

'Leaving now.'

I make sure everything is back exactly as I found it before leaving. When I pass by the kitchen I get an idea. I grab a cider and approach Shane. He smiles when he hears me coming and waves.

“My hero," He says taking the cider. “What's up?"

“Just going to the store for champagne and stuff, need anything?"

He shakes his head. “No, thanks, Dekk."

I slowly open my arms. “You suuuuuure?"

He leans forward hugs me and kisses my cheek. “You're cute. Drive safe."

“I will, I will, be back soon. If you think of anything you want or need just text it to me." I wave.

“Niiiiiiiiice Dekk, niiiiiiiiice!" I'm barely inside before an arm is slung around my shoulder. “Brians little brother, damn, that's bold."

“Brock."

“So glad you're getting some, dude, I'm not gay, but if I was I'd be like, 'yeah Shane's hot' or is he 'cute', he's like a… Twink?"

“Brock. Shut up." I glare down at the tiger.

“I'm just sayin', ni–"

“And leave Shane alone, and don't talk about him, don't make fun of him, don't gossip, nothing. If you do, I'll tell Brian and Lisa, and they'll kill you." I gently remove his arm from me and turn him around, I offer a firm slap on his, admittedly, nice ass and send him away.

I have to walk over a street to find where I parked my truck. There's a wine shop across the street from a liquor store and one look at the shopping list that Lisa texts me says I'll need to go to both. At least the drive is short.

My mind is stuck on what I noticed in Shane's room. It gives me a profoundly uncomfortable feeling, and when I think about how Lisa and Brian talked about this 'Vic' guy… Nah, I'm being crazy.

First stop, liquor store. The clerk looks at me like I'm insane but I just laugh about an engagement party and she calms down. I put everything in the back of my truck scurry across the street and grab a couple dozen bottles of champagne.

While I'm trying to organize everything so that it doesn't break before I get back I spot another store nearby. A book store. I think back to the books I found and decide to make a third stop.

I'm especially careful on the drive back. My cargo is too precious to risk, and I promised Shane I'd drive safely. People shout as they pass me, but with the occasional clinking of dozens of bottles and the potential spill, I don't speed up.

I call Brian and have people move their cars before I get back so I can park closer and I'm pleasantly surprised when the driveway is empty. I back into a chorus of cheers and hollers, Brian must have told everyone.

A small crowd lends their paws, claws, and hands to unloading the irresponsible amount of booze. I reach into the passenger seat and grab a small paper bag. I skip around the back of the house to avoid the commotion in the kitchen.

Shane is still in the same spot, his legs crossed on the couch in the backyard.

“Hey, little dude,"

He doesn't look up from the book. “I just got to the Mines of Moria."

“Damn, didn't you just start that?" I sit next to him and rest my arm around his back to massage his shoulder.

“I'm a fast reader." He smiles and looks up at me. “What's that?"

“I got a present for you!" My tail wraps around his lower back and I pull him closer. “Here."

He takes the bag and looks at me suspiciously. “I told you I didn't need anything, Dekk, but thanks this is–" He gasps. “Oh my God. Dekk…"

My heart skips a beat when his smile fades and I see tears collect in the corner of his eyes. “Shit, little dude, I'm sorry I–"

His arms wrap around my neck and his showers me with light kisses. “Th–This is so thoughtful, Dekk! I–I didn't even think you remembered what the series was called! This is so sweet, so thoughtful, Dekk!"

I notice Brian staring from across the pool at us. I wave.

Shane pushes me down onto the couch. “Hey! I like the enthusiasm, little dude, but–Mmmf!"

He kisses me hard, this time shoving his tongue in my mouth and despite the size gap he deftly wrestles my much-larger tongue down. Hot damn, he is really good at this.

“Uhhh, Shane. Dekk. What's up?" Brian asks a slight twinge of amusement in his voice. “Kind of a public venue for making out."

Shane pushes off of me and laughs. “Brian! Look," Shane holds up the bag.

“A bag?"

“No, ugh!" Shane reaches in and holds up both of the books, Gunmage Book Two & Gunmage Book Three, brand new. “He got me books!"

Brian's smile is so wide it could split his face in two. “Dekk, dude, that's awesome! You do know we've lost him for the weekend, though, right?"

Shane blushes. “Noooo, I'll hang out."

“Remember you promised to be social, Shane."

“I'll wait till Monday, then." Shane looks down at me, smiling.

Brian looks at me and then at Shane. “You can read the new books, Shane. Under one condition."

“Yeah, what?"

“You can't just hide in some corner and read,"

“It's sort of hard to read around your friends, Bri," Shane turns, sitting firmly in my lap.

Oh Fuck, don't look at his butt. Do. Not. Do it. Dekk. I close my eyes and try to focus on anything except the way the cleft of his ass warms my junk. I swear it feels like his cheeks were made for me.

No! Stop thinking of his beautiful, perky little ass! Think unsexy thoughts!

“That's true… Well… Dekk's right here, and hanging out with him is more social than you've been pretty much ever." Brian shrugs. “You do have to play a couple of drinking games, though. Fair?"

What?

“I can read as long as I'm hanging out with Dekk?" Shane asks.

“Sure, but please keep," Brian waves his hands at us. “Whatever this is in your bedroom. And be quiet, I'd like to continue imagining all you're doing in there is reading."

“Uh… Are you okay being stuck with me Dekk?"

I nod, trying not to think about how good his butt feels pressed up against my crotch.

“Cool, we're gonna start barbecuing soon, but until then you can read and just hang. Alright? Don't make me regret it!"

As soon as Brian walks off Shane starts in on the book.

“Uhh, Dekk, can I talk to you for a quick second?" Brian nods toward the grill.

“Sure, s'cuse me, little dude." I lift Shane and set him on the couch, he doesn't even look up from the book.

Brian doesn't say anything until we're by the grill, he lights it and starts throwing burgers, hotdogs, and brauts on. “You're not… messing with him, right? Buying him books?"

“What? No! Didn't we talk about this today already, man?" I reply.

“Yeah…It's just, uh, he is going to be all over you, for that." Brian blushes. “That was a great thing you did Dekk, seriously."

“I told you, I like him a lot. We've only been on one date but I'm really vibing with him, man, and I like just listening to him talk." I look over toward Shane who, like Brian warned, is hopelessly unawares.

“That's awesome, Dekk," Brian's smile falters. “Uhh…I… Just seeing Shane be all over you like that, uh, just so you know, there's uh, condoms in my room. And Lube."

“Wait, didn't you say–"

“I am trying extremely hard to not think about this, but trust me, you buying him books and listening to him geek out over 'hard-magic systems' and 'worldbuilding' means you don't stand a chance, Dekk." Brian stares into the grill, unable to meet my gaze.

“Pffft, you make it sound like he's some kind of maneater, Bri! He's so cute, and little, I'll be fine." I flex. “He will be too, I promise, I won't even touch him without his permission."

“...Good. Uhhh, you can go now. You want a hotdog or hamburger?" He asks.

“Burger," I grin mischievously. “I'll give Shane a big, juicy, hotdog later, extra sauce."

“I will kill you, Dekk." Brian glares. “But you get one pass because you bought him books. Say anything like that again and I will end your life."

“Understood!" I hold a paper plate out and Brian gives me two burgers.

I return to the couch and sit next to Shane. He doesn't say anything or give any sign of acknowledgment, he's absorbed in his book. I watch him read, giving him space. I look down and see that he's reached another chapter. Damn, chapter five? He is a fast reader.

My tail wraps around his waist and he still doesn't react, even after I pull him into me. I start to worry that I've lost my date for the weekend when he starts to laugh.

“Oh my God, Dekk, it's so bad!" He smiles up at me. “Like, not bad-bad, but this part is dumb. Listen to this 'I see it now, she's a woman, how could I not?' for context, he thought she was fourteen, but she's nineteen, and I guess she's way horny for him–"

Feeling bold I lift Shane into my lap and put my arms around his chest while he talks.

“Is that burger for me?" He asks between sentences.

“Yup." I watch as he devours the patty in mere seconds and continues his rant without missing a beat.

Shane leans into me and looks up. “If you get bored you can go party,"

“Why would I get bored?"

He blushes. “I… I talk a lot, too much, and now I'm really excited I'll probably talk your ear off."

“That's okay. I like hearing you talk about stuff."

Shane looks up at me and squints like he's searching for something. “You do?"

“I think it's cool you're so hyped about this stuff, not a lot of guys talk about their interests like this. It's cute." I scratch his head.

“Hey, it's getting loud out here…" Shane stands. “Let's go read in my room."

“Ok, uh–" He's already off my lap and dragging me toward the house. “Whoa! Slow down, little dude."

He does not, in fact, slow down. He grabs an entire six-pack and rushes me upstairs. He sets it down on a nearby shelf and shuts the door. I turn around to ask for a cider and he places a hand on my chest.

He jumps into my arms and presses his lips against mine in the most dominant kiss I've ever received. One hand holds my neck and the other cups my cheek while I hold him by his rear and knead his ass.

“Get on the bed, Dekk." His voice is low. “I locked the door, don't worry."

“I, uh, little dude what's up w–" I start when he cups my cheek and jumps off of me.

He laughs. “You're so cute, Dekk. Do I say that enough?" He pushes me back and I sit on the bed.

“Uhhh–"

He gets on his knees. “Honestly you're definitely the cutest guy I've ever seen…" His hand sneaks up my shirt and he rubs my belly. “So sweet, too. I love your belly."

“Sh-Shane, little dude, what–"

“Relax, let me show you…" Shane leans forward and kisses my bulge. “You're so turned on! Wow, it's huge, I knew that already though."

“Oh fuck, little dude," I stare with my mouth open as he inhales my scent.

“Take your shirt off, I want to see your chest and your scales." He bites his lip and looks up at me, pressing his face into my junk. “Please?"

I can't take my clothes off fast enough.

“My handsome derg is so eager, huh? Good, because I want to read a few more chapters tonight." He laughs.

“Holy fuck, little dude I–"

“Shhh, just relax!" He unbuttons my pants. “I'll take care of you. You deserve it."

I watch in silence as he grabs the waistband of my underwear and pulls it down, my cock bounces and slaps him in the face. A drop of precum oozes down the shaft. Shane looks at me and then drags his tongue from my sack to my tip, catching the pre with his tongue.

Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum! I put one of my hands in my mouth and bite down.

Shane licks my tip and squeezes my balls.

I look down and his cute, adorable, blue eyes are staring back up at me. “You're gonna get me over the edge soon, little d-dude."

“Already?" Shane giggles. “Too cute, Dekk…I haven't even gotten to the good part yet!"

Oh fuck if this isn't the good part I–

His tongue slides down my shaft and over one of my balls. He lifts my sack and I feel two of his fingers press against my hole. I love getting fingered while a cute guy blows me.

“You are so fucking hot, you've got a great ass, Dekk." Shane slides his tongue up and down my shaft again. “Alright, face-down ass up."

“Whuh–"

“I want to eat your ass, Dekk." Shane crawls up my body and squeezes my chest. “Or…"

“Or wh-what?"

“I'm just afraid you'll think I'm a creep or moving too fast," He blushes.

“Little dude, I've never been this turned on in my life, you can tell me, no judgment." I love a good rimming, but I imagine him begging for me to fuck him, that cute little butt stretched around my, big, fat–

“I want to fuck your tits and bust on your face, or, if you're cool with it, I want to eat your ass and milk you. Make you cum with my tongue in you." Shane growls into my ear and playfully nibbles my neck.

I blink.

“Would that be alright? You've got a perfect body, Dekk." Shane squeezes my chest. “Go on, get on your knees…"

I'm not used to being told what to do, but fuck me that's hot. I move around Shane and get on my knees. He puts his hands on my head and moans.

“Go ahead, you can take my pants off." He thrusts forward and his bulge rubs my nose.

When I don't react fast enough Shane laughs and pulls his pants down. His cock is big for his size and he has a small light-brown bush but is otherwise smooth. He rubs his sack against my nose.

“That's a good look for you, open your mouth. Get me slicked up so I can fuck your tits."

How is this the same shy guy from last night?! I open my mouth and he shoves his entire length into me. I whimper as he fucks my throat and scratches behind my ears. He looks down at me, those pretty blue eyes and his messy brown hair are so cute, even with his dick in my throat.

“You're good at this, Dekk. So cute, too." He holds my face against his crotch. “Slobber all over it."

I wrap my tongue around his cock and enjoy the salty-sweet taste of his precum.

“Mmmm… Dekk, such a good jockslut…" He pulls his cock from my maw.

Did he call me a slut?

“Lean back a bit, I'm gonna fuck those tits."

“O-okay." I lean and he places his spit-soaked shaft between my firm, round, pecs.

“Squeeze them together for me." He starts to hump. “I'll cum quick so I can give you a second load."

I nod and press my tits together.

“Good boy, such a good boy. My jockslut derg," His thrusts are fast and I watch in awe as he uses my body for his pleasure.

God he's hot. He growls and grunts and the tip of his cock becomes swollen and dark.

“Ready, Dekk?" His hand rests on my head.

“Mhm!"

“Tell me you want my nut on your face!" He pushes me closer.

“I want your load on my face, Shane!" I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I've always made it a point to make my twink cum first, but I've never been made so submissive.

One more thrust between my tits and he erupts. I feel my own cock throb as his cum sprays my face and chest. He fully soaks my pecs and face, shit, what a load. When he stops squirting he rubs his cock all over my tits.

“Mmm, you look good covered in my cum, Dekk. Rub it into your pecs." He smiles down at me.

I rub his hot sticky mess into my scales.

“Fuck you're the perfect jockslut, Dekk."

I nod at his praise, fuck, I never thought I'd be so turned on being called a slut.

“Now turn around and show me your hole."

“Uh, I–Yes sir." I slowly stand.

“Is… Is this okay? Sorry if it's too much too fast, Dekk." Shane blushes. “I, uh, I get carried away."

I wipe his cum from my face and he licks his lips. I drag my tongue across my palm and savor the salty flavor of his cum.

“Show me your hole, Dekk." Shane orders, his lust renewed by my actions.

I turn around and raise my tail. Right away his hands are on my cheeks and he starts to kiss my ass. Shane squeezes, slaps, bounces, and licks each of my large cheeks, he even rests his head on one while he cups my balls.

“Beautiful ass, Dekk, fuck." He kisses my cheek, then again, and again, each one moving closer to my hole. “So cute…"

One hand pulls my cheeks apart and he buries his face between them, planting a firm kiss on my warm pink hole. I involuntarily press back into him, he rewards my obedience by tugging my cock.

“Tell me before you cum, I'm gonna eat your load since you've been such a good jockslut for me." He laughs before returning to my hole.

I shiver as his tongue circles the edges of my tight hole and almost collapse once he starts pressing inside. His soft palm squeezes my cock, he can't fit it all in my hand. Fuuuuuuck. My face is buried in the bed, at least he can't see me drooling.

All I hear is the slurping sounds of him eating me out, sometimes he smacks one of my cheeks or stops to kiss and lick my balls. 'Good derg, good boy, so cute, my perfect jockslut' whenever he comes up for air, which isn't often.

“Shake that big butt for me, Dekk." He presses both of my cheeks together and shakes them. “I want to watch this butt bounce, don't you want to be my good boy?"

“Uhuhhhh, I'm your j-jockslut," I wiggle my hips and my cheeks make a soft clapping noise.

Shane stands behind me and sandwiches his cock between my cheeks. “You're gonna make me blow twice, Dekk, fuck yeah! Shake that ass for me!"

His tip brushes my tail hole. “I–I'm a slut!"

“Yes, you are," Shane's breath is hitched. “You close, Dekk?"

“Mhm!"

“Don't stop shaking this ass!" Shane drops back to his knees and shoves his face back into my ass.

“Guuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!" I wiggle my ass faster and harder as he slurps and sucks on my hole, a finger presses inside and his free hand begins to stroke me. “I–I'm cumming, Shane!"

Shane pulls my cock back between my legs and aims it at himself, I feel his lips wrap around my tip.

I want to fuck it into him, to own this twinks mouth, but he's in control. He has two fingers in my ass while his other hand bends my cock back so he can suck me. My tip spurts and spasms on his tongue.

His fingers drive deeper, pressing my prostate, driving me to even more intense heights.

“I'm your derg! Your jockslut! Ohhh, mmmmm, f-fuck! Finger me! Finger my hole!" My tail thrashes madly and my wings extend on their own, I really hope I don't break anything.

Shane takes more of me in his mouth, making good on his promise to eat my load.

I buck my ass onto his fingers and he laughs with my cock in his mouth. My orgasm feels endless and is one of the most intense I've ever had. He withdraws his fingers and I whine like a bitch in heat at their absence.

He drags his tongue along my tip, up my balls, and kisses my hole. “Good derg."

I collapse.

“Awww, Dekk, did I wear you out?" Shane crawls next to me and wraps his arms around my bicep.

“Holy. Fuck." I pant.

“Yeah? I wasn't too intense or anything, was I?"

“Uh-uh…Good…" I turn towards him.

“I have one more thing for you, be a good derg and pull your cheeks apart for me, okay?" He strokes my snout and plants a gentle kiss on my cheek, his breath smells like my load.

Even in my exhausted state, I obey. Shane straddles my backside and presses his tip against my hole. I can hear him stroking himself, gently rubbing his cock against my entrance but never pushing too far.

“That's a good, good, boy! Look at this hole…" He squeezes one of my cheeks.

I arch my back and feel just his tip press into me.

“That's it, good slut!" He halts stroking and I feel his cockhead throbbing in my hole, depositing his second load inside me.

Clenching, I arc back further, taking an inch of him in me.

“What a good pussy!" He slaps my ass as his orgasm subsides and collapses on my back, his tip oozing onto my hole.

“...Pussy?" I ask.

“Uhhh, sorry, I got carried away." Shane rolls off my back. “That's pretty cringe,"

“It's better than 'bussy'." A word I don't tell him that I've used before.

He rolls away from me. “Uh, would you mind holding me?"

I wrap my arms around his chest. “I gotta say, I wasn't expecting that from you, little dude."

“No?"

“Nah, that was intense." I kiss his neck. “I liked it."

“Me too, honestly I was fantasizing about doing that since you took your shirt off by the pool." He replies.

“I thought you said that was stupid!"

“It was." He laughs. “And I'm sorry for calling you stupid, and uh, a 'jockslut'. You're not stupid."

“But I am a jockslut?" I ask.

“That's a good thing."

“As long as you don't call me that in front of anyone–"

“No! Ew! That's creepy and gross."

Loud music erupts from downstairs. The party is getting started up in force. Shane cuddles back into me. I feel the warmth of his cum drip down my ass and soak my crack, my pecs are still sticky with his cum.

I sniff the air. “Hey, little dude?"

“Hmmm?"

“You're gonna pay for that."

“I hope so, Dekk."