Edugaytion Ch. 2 - Oral Exam

Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry

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#2 of Edugaytion

The slow build continues as lesson two arrives. And Quinn has questions he doesn't want to ask, but will spend plenty of time mulling over. But that has to come second to blowjobs. I mean, what doesn't come second to blowjobs?

OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between two males, reluctance, and sexuality questions.


It had been three days since Quinn's first lesson with Travis, a Saturday afternoon that once again found Quinn alone in his house, waiting for the dragon to arrive. Already he was lightly dressed, and he expected Travis to be the same...partly because he wanted a bit of eye candy, since it wasn't strictly necessary, just convenient. He wasn't nearly as nervous about it this time, not fearing that Travis would flip out over what was coming - he knew what was coming, whether he was comfortable or not he was prepared - but that wasn't saying that he didn't have things on his mind.

He has to be gay, right? Or at least bi. There's no way he can't be if he would even consider this.

He'd heard of situational homosexuality, of course. Gay for pay, prison bitch, those various conditions where an otherwise straight person would engage in homosexual acts for whatever purpose was necessary. Cases he'd pointed out to Travis to help him settle his mind, even. But this didn't seem like one of those cases; as much as Travis might have needed a job, he couldn't imagine he'd go to this length for this job when there were other options. That he was even considering it rather than looking elsewhere...well, it sent certain thoughts into Quinn's mind, for sure.

Hell, I wouldn't let my boss coerce me into fucking him for employment. And I AM gay.

He couldn't just come out and ask Travis about it, not when he was just starting to get into this kind of thing. That could throw everything out of whack. But he felt he had a duty, at least, to see if the dragon really wanted to see this all through. Maybe he hadn't considered some other options for jobs. Maybe there were other choices he could make rather than this. And as satisfying as it would be to make an anti-gay guy engage in gay sex, if he just took advantage of a dumb guy's ignorance...well, that wasn't much better than rape, really.

Some people would probably call it rape outright. Davis probably wouldn't, I guess...but I think he'd just use Travis for his own enjoyment. At least...I'm trying to help him, I guess.

Maybe it was a good thing that he was questioning his motives a bit. Quinn was far from the slut that Davis was, but he'd be lying to say he didn't enjoy himself a bit more than most others he knew, and he especially liked big, buff musclemen. He could play top or bottom, but when it came to that type he really liked receiving...they were just so strong and energetic, it made for a wilder ride. Travis was that kind of body, definitely hot...too much of a jerk for him to want it, but the non-jerky version was bangable. Getting a piece of that felt a bit like a conquest, a badge of pride...he and his friends often talked about 'turning' straight dudes gay, especially straight dudes who acted anti-gay, was he doing this to have a story to tell them? Maybe partly...but he wasn't going to just leave Travis hanging. The dragon was going to get something out of it, he promised himself...keeping him at least a bit honest.

The knock at the door made him jump a bit; he'd stopped paying attention to it. He quickly rushed down and opened it, to an awkward Travis standing at the door. For a moment he was at a loss...the dragon had taken "dress light" to a literal extreme, wearing literally nothing but a pair of grungy athletic shorts - tight ones, clearly without underwear. "Ah...when I said light, I didn't mean you had to be naked before we even started."

"Eh...it's warm out. Can I come in already?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." He turned and let Travis past, the dragon quickly scooting in. He was looking around like he expected someone to pop out at any moment, and still didn't seem settled even as they climbed the stairs and entered Quinn's room. "You all right? You seem nervous."

"Well, yeah...of course I'm nervous. I'm supposed to learn how to blow a guy today. You telling me you weren't nervous when you were getting to learn that?"

Well, it wasn't a crack at his gayness, at least. But that was a perfect opening. "I suppose I was...though, I really didn't have a good teacher. If you want me to be, I'll be a better teacher for you. But...I really wanna check and be sure you're all right with this. Are you sure you want to go through with it? Rather than going to find someone else to try to work for?"

Travis looked away. "I don't really have another choice."

"I'm not sure that's really the case. I mean, I don't know what you've done to search, really, so I know maybe I'm being a bit, whaddaya call it...presumptuous, I guess. But there's gotta be more people hiring out there, and with a family name like yours there's got to be some clout. Especially if your dad wants you to get a job."

He could see a tension rising in the dragon's face, different from the one he had before...maybe this wasn't a good line of interrogation after all. "Look...I was...kind of a hoodlum a few years back. Got into a lot of trouble, caused damage, ran with a bad crew. They were older than me, kinda misled me...I don't really wanna go into details, but I made a lot of enemies back then, and I've got a bad reputation. Not a lot of people want to give me a chance...I had...like, fifteen or sixteen applications turned down right out just because it was me. I know there are people hiring...but they're not hiring me. Hell, I'm pretty sure even these guys who're doing this know about me, and they're just willing to give me a chance if I do extra shit for them like this...this is probably just the first thing they're gonna have me do that isn't in the job description. And I'm just gonna have to fucking do it because I'm never gonna get out of here and actually get a fresh start if I'm not going to college in another state."

It was hard not to feel a bit bad for him, but Quinn knew he'd kind of brought it on himself, and he knew Travis knew that too...it wasn't a point that needed to be reiterated. But... "Uh...I'm not trying to be...well, fuck, I don't know what I'm trying not to be. But letting them take advantage of you like this, isn't that kind of what got you into that trouble in the first place?"

"...They've kinda got me in a bind, don't they? You're right...but what choice do I have now? I can't say no, because then I can't get a job. If I do get the job, anything I try to resist, they'll hold that over me. And I can't tell my dad because he sure as shit won't believe me, he already thinks I'm lying about how many places have turned me down. I kinda wonder what they make me do...if the worst of it is gay sex, then I guess I'm pretty lucky. Not sure why I'm griping about this to you, you probably think it's karma or something."

A little bit, if Quinn was being totally honest, but like hell he was actually going to say that. "If you're feeling forced into this, I don't think it's right for me to do this to you-"

"It's not me being forced into it. I have a choice...it's just a shitty choice, and I brought in on myself, so to hell with it, I only have to deal with it for another year and a few months and then I can get something better when I'm in college. So let's just do this thing, okay?"

Quinn nodded. If Travis was insistent on going through with it, it was his choice...even if he still had some uncertainty about just how locked in he was to it, it wasn't his place to pry further. "All right, then. You know what we're doing...now you have to learn how to do it. You'll probably find it easier to learn than you think, it's really just a matter of getting over the squeamishness."

"You really think so? I dunno, blowing a dude sounds like one of those things that sounds easy but there's like a million things to it, like you did with handjobs."

"Then you're overthinking it. The basic idea is pretty simple. You've gotten a blowjob before, right?"

"Yeah, several. All from ladies." He said the last part rather pointedly, as if trying to convince Quinn that he was all-straight still.

"Of course. Well, anything you've felt from them that you've liked? Odds are good that the guy you're sucking will enjoy it, too. So this is one of those times where you can kind of imagine what it would take to do what you like and then apply it. And the advantage you have over handjobs is that you don't blow yourself routinely so you don't have that preconceived notion of how you do it to yourself."

"Oh...okay. Um...do I have to...y'know..."

Quinn rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be shy about saying things around me, Travis. You're about to have your mouth on my dick, we're past the point of dancing around the subject."

Travis's face flushed a bit. "Y-yeah...fuck, I should just get over it. Am I gonna have to swallow?"

"...Look. I'm not going to make you. I like to, but about half the guys who've ever blown me wouldn't. A few of them wouldn't even let me cum in their mouth period. I get it...it's not for everyone. But...I can't guarantee that the guy you're working for won't make you do it. So it's up to you...like I said, I won't make you, but if you don't think you can handle that without a bit of practice..."

The tightness in Travis's expression gave Quinn the impression that he was really trying hard to convince himself not to practice and hope for the best. "Okay..."

"Just decide when you do it. Now drop your shorts."

"Eh? Me?"

"Yes, you." Quinn stood up and removed his shirt, tossing it on the bed. "I very much doubt you really need practice getting blown, rather than doing the blowing. But I never let myself get one without giving in return, and you need something to relax you. So off with them, and let me give you an example."

"Okay." Travis took a deep breath and removed the gym shorts, with a bit of difficulty due to their small size. He was already starting to come to attention down there - the prospect of a bit of action seemed to be working despite the situation, another thing that really had Quinn wondering how truly straight the dragon was. Or maybe he really was so girly that Travis could see him as female. But as he shed his last clothing and knelt in front of Travis, duty forced those stray thoughts from his mind.

It seemed a lot bigger than ever when he was right up close to it like this, and Quinn was rather thankful that he wasn't inexperienced with size at this point; faltering now wouldn't have been good for either of them. "Now, I COULD interrupt myself several times to talk about blowjobs, but that probably wouldn't be very satisfying. So I'll just leave you with this one tip before I get started, and you focus on what I'm doing and how it makes you feel. And that tip is, don't be afraid to assist with your hands, especially early on. You don't have to be deep-throating another male right off the bat, work your way into it and assist with some manual stimulation. A finger up the rear to do a little prostate massage isn't a bad idea, either, but I'm going to guess you're not ready for that so I won't do it."

Travis nodded, swallowing stiffly again. "Thanks."

"You're going to have to get ready for it at some point, so don't thank me yet. You might wish I'd introduced it earlier." With that mild admonishment, Quinn got to work, guiding the dragon's cock down towards his mouth and opening up. He was going a bit faster than Travis would have to, that was experience guiding him, but he didn't figure it was going to matter much in the end; his coaching would come on the other end. His mouth closed around the first couple inches, and his tongue started working its magic, lashing and lapping over the pointed tip as he provided a bit of a sucking sensation. Immediately a powerful musky taste hit his senses, familiar in spirit yet novel in character - he always loved the taste of male sex, the musky, heavy scent of a big, muscular man, and Travis had this in spades.

True to his word, his hands were rubbing over the rest of Travis's meat, keeping him stimulated quite extensively...and distracting himself from the temptation to poke the dragon's pucker anyway. Not just force of habit, but he was sure he would have gotten a kick out of the reaction...this wasn't the time or the place for such immaturity, but that didn't mean it wasn't tempting anyway.

Above him, Travis was moaning quite a bit. He'd gotten plenty of blowjobs before, for sure, but...somehow, this seemed better. And it was making him redden a bit even to think that, what did that say about him? But maybe it said more about Quinn...maybe there was something to the idea that a guy knew better how to work with a guy's equipment that way. Or maybe he was just really putting in an effort...which, he wasn't really sure what to think of that. Did he really want that kind of attention? But if he was going to get it anyway...

His thoughts were somewhat cut off as he felt Quinn suddenly dive down on his cock, taking it almost halfway inside his maw. The anole's hands retreated, moving to Travis's thighs as he started to get into the meat of it...and it come faster than he was anticipating, as he felt Travis take a hold of his head and start getting insistent. The dragon was incredibly lucky that he liked this, liked the guy taking charge a bit and forcing the issue...but it was still quite a bit presumptuous, and he was going to make sure Travis got it sent back his way a bit. Which probably wasn't a bad thing to learn, come to think of it, if this boss was that kind of person...

It only took a bit of force, a few bucks, and some practiced relaxation for Travis to get himself into Quinn all the way up to his knot. Now he was starting to rock back and forth a bit more steadily, shuddering moans and slight whines emerging from him as he was wildly pleasured. Just because Quinn had let Travis take over the action a bit didn't mean he'd gone passive - quite the contrary, his tongue was teasing all over the ridges, hitting sensitive flesh precisely to drive a dude mad, and his sucking and slurping provided a pressure that made it all the better. Around the cock he was grinning a bit, feeling a fair degree of pride; Davis may have been the far more experienced one, but he was pretty sure he gave far better head than the cat. And he had one more trick up his sleeve, one that there was no way Davis could match.

He could tell by the throbbing in his mouth and throat, and the most desperate grinding of that cock, not leaving him much anymore, that Travis was close. He did seem to have a tendency to go pretty quickly...Quinn idly wondered if that was normal, or if he just hadn't ever gotten GOOD sex before. Either way, he was plenty ready to bring about the finish. Suddenly he pulled back, and before Travis could do anything, he forced himself down hard on that cock, spreading his jaw as wide as he could to take in that ballooning knot. He clamped down tight around it, mimicking the pressure he'd given with his hands in their previous encounter...it was easily enough to get a loud cry out of Travis and start him shooting.

Thick, musky seed poured down his throat, a very healthy and virile load that he needed all his experience to keep up with. And all his experience to ensure that he could get a taste, too...he tensed down in just the right way at just the right moment, to force some of it back up around the dick and into his mouth, so his tongue could experience the taste of the dragon. And what a taste, so heavily masculine and with that dry smokiness that reptiles that that worked so much better on him than the oily musk of a mammal...not that mammals were bad, but he was just more wired to respond to his closer genetic kin. He relished the experience as he swallowed everything else, getting himself nice and full up with dragon spunk.

Finally, Travis tapered off, after giving him what felt like a three course meal down his gullet. It was a bit of a strain to open up enough to get his maw back off of that knot, but he didn't particularly want to be stuck there for too long - they had other things to get to today. There was a tiny brush of his teeth against the knot flesh, but not threateningly so, and he was able to extract himself from the girthy shaft, leaving a mess of saliva and some stray cum along it. "Haah...y-yeah...that's one way to do it."

"W-wow...h-holy shit...I...I can't believe..." Travis looked dizzy, like he'd just been knocked for a loop. "You fuckin'...sucked my knot..."

"Yeah, don't expect a lot of people to even try that. I just happen to be able to open wide enough for that...I'm a huge hit with the knotted folk for that reason. But it looks like you got a bit forceful there."

"Ah...er...s-sorry, I...I guess...it just felt so good, I...I kinda..."

"It's fine. Fortunately for you, I can handle that. But not every guy is going to be okay with that, so you're going to have to watch yourself and make sure you keep control when you need to. And you're probably going to want to be prepared for a guy doing that to you, too."

"Eh? I...I dunno if I'm ready for that...you think some guy's gonna try that with someone as big as me?"

Quinn let out a snort. "You know what a gay guy calls horns? Leverage."

Travis flushed deeper, almost defensively going up to brush his horns. "...Fuck."

"You should know what it feels like so you don't get caught off guard. I won't go as hard on you as you did on me, but you do need to be ready." Quinn made his way onto his bed, sitting down and spreading his legs for Travis. His hemipenes were already out and ready for action; all the musky taste and exciting action had been more than effective at getting him aroused. "Don't be shy, if you can help it. They'll know if you don't want it."

Travis couldn't have not looked shy at the moment, staring at the twins like it was the first time he'd seen them. His reluctance was almost choking, but he slowly made his way to Quinn, getting down in front of him and nervously eyeing his targets. "Um..."

"One will be easier for you to handle, but the other's not going away. You don't want fluid smeared all over your muzzle, you'll have to go with both. But hey, you won't have to worry about this with most people."

There was a definite grimace on his face, but Travis sighed resignedly and opened up for just Quinn's left shaft. True to the anole's warning, he felt the tip smear pre against the side of his snout, but he persisted; he knew he had to get used to the feeling of fluids anyway, sex wasn't going to be nice and clean. His left hand stroked the free pene while his right played a bit with the one in his mouth. He had a pretty tight grip on it, a sign of the tension he was feeling - he clearly was having trouble getting used to it.

"Ease up a bit. You don't want to feel like you're pulling it off, just like you're trying to keep tight around it."

With a deep breath, Travis tried to comply, loosening his jaw a bit and letting the thing slide around a bit inside. That was a tough feeling to get used to...nothing like eating a girl out, there was no question what was in his mouth was a cock, pushing in and smearing against his tongue. And the anole didn't taste like any girl he knew, either...he didn't have the vicious man stink that his sports buddies had after a tough day, but there were still clear male tastes in there, something to very clearly point out to him that he was dealing with a guy. And the leakage he was getting against his muzzle was adding to that considerably, making sure it couldn't leave his nose or mouth.

Quinn's breaths were getting quite a bit deeper as the pleasure started to hit in earnest. Travis was surprisingly decent for a total novice...maybe because he was actually trying to do it right. "Mmm...you're doing good. It probably would be a good idea to try going a bit deeper...you've got a long face, you can take me pretty easily."

The dragon complied, closing his eyes and pushing himself down a bit farther, taking the anole's hemipene about halfway. It was true, he wasn't at any limit yet, but the taste was covering more of his tongue...yet, he was starting to get used to it a little bit, it wasn't going away but it was fading a touch, not stabbing so sharply into his mind. All told, it wasn't as bad as he thought...though, he wasn't sure if he wanted to admit that to anyone, even to Quinn. Still, he wasn't done with his lesson yet...with another deep breath, he pulled back away a bit, slid the other hemipene over into his mouth, and started back down on Quinn, trying to mimic the things he'd felt, the tension around his cock, the feeling of the tongue against sensitive flesh...his tongue wasn't quite as light and dextrous as Quinn's but he did his best.

It was an unexpected turn to Quinn, but not an unenjoyable one. Once again Travis was exceeding his expectations, getting into it more than he thought after passing through the initial reluctance phase...now, though, it was time to push his boundaries a bit. "You're doing good, Travis...I'm gonna start grabbing your horns now. Just try to stay relaxed, no matter how deep I go. Open your throat and let it in, don't try to fight it or it'll end badly for both of us."

That was unnerving for Travis, despite being grateful that he at least got a little warning. Before he could really react to it, though, he felt the anole's hands grasp his horns and forced him into the scaly crotch. The pair of shafts pushed their way into his throat, making him strain a bit, his face screwing up as he automatically fought the intrusion. It was almost enough to get him to pull off, but he forced himself to stay in place, trying to relax himself until he felt able to handle it.

"Good, that's right....relax, take it easy. It's a stretch, but you're okay. Breathe easy...it's thick but move just right and you'll find a little space. Don't feel panicky, just let it go in...and keep trying to make it feel good. That'll get it over with more quickly. Back and forth, that's how you do it..."

Quickly was sounding good to Travis, who was struggling to get used to the sensation of something so thick in his throat. His hands clutched the covers on Quinn's bed as he tried to work the twin shafts over, his tongue trying to slip around and between the two lengths to maximize the pleasure Quinn was feeling and get him to the limit faster. He tried to follow the instructions he was given, pulling back as he could and then pushing back down, hoping that it was working...but aside from the quiet moans from Quinn, he wasn't getting a ton of response. He wasn't entirely sure what the best way was to do this; he wasn't sure how hard he could suck or how much he could do to give the anole the kind of pleasure he'd gotten, and his tongue couldn't reach Quinn's slit to try to work that spot like last time. For a moment he was utterly lost...and then he remembered something Quinn had said earlier.

Fuck...I...I gotta...

Quinn yelped a bit when he felt the dragon's hands suddenly clench on his butt, rapidly feeling around. It caused him to pull a bit harder on the horns, making it tougher for Travis to move - how the skinny little lizard could pull so hard, the dragon couldn't fathom - and he lifted himself up, giving Travis access to the spot he was searching for. It took a bit, but he finally found Quinn's tight pucker...he winced a bit, still not sure if he wanted to go through with this, but finally he forced himself to probe a finger inside. He's queer, he takes it a lot, he probably cleans back there, at least I sure fucking hope so...

"Gentle!" Quinn hissed sharply as he felt the digit push in - it was already fairly thick, better than some of the smaller guys he'd been with, but most of their dicks didn't have sharp points. "Watch the claw, don't scratch, just move it in slowly and rub around...you don't have to go too deep, just keep rubbing back in your direction, and I'll let you know when you've found it."

It wasn't easy, for sure. Travis wasn't the most patient, he wanted to get Quinn off and get done with the blowjob more quickly than that, it was starting to feel uncomfortable physically. But he willed himself to take it easy, and kept it slow, brushing his fingertip over the anole's inner walls until he glanced against a spot that made Quinn yip sharply, and he felt the dicks in his mouth and throat throb and pulse out precum. Once he found it, he was relentless, rubbing back and forth and pressing while he sucked almost desperately on the twins.

It was a lot more pleasure than Quinn had anticipated, and he didn't bother trying to hold back his orgasm, not when he knew Travis was trying to make it happen. "Ah...Travis, I...ah!" Before he could get the warning out, he started shooting, only just pulling his hands away before he started to pulse out rope of cum. Travis pulled back, but not off, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to deal with the slimy, hot cum being shot into his mouth. The salty taste, tinged with the same flavor as the cocks he'd been sucking on, wasn't as hard to deal with as he feared, but the feel of it was incredibly weird to him, and not exactly desirable. He fought the urge to gag and choke, and forced himself to swallow it down...once past his throat it wasn't too bad, but getting there was a definite trial. And it went on for a lot longer than he wanted...several times he was tempted to pull off, but he didn't really want it on him any more than in him, so he stayed put and forced himself to outlast Quinn's climax.

Finally, the shots slowed and ceased, leaving nothing but a little trickle for Travis to suck down. As soon as he did, he let go of the rods, flopping back on the ground, panting and coughing a bit. Quinn slumped back himself, drained in more than one way; Travis had definitely exceeded his expectations. Though, it was clear he hadn't really enjoyed this part very much...it had taken Quinn a bit of time to get properly used to it, too, so this didn't surprise him. He just hoped he hadn't overdone it. "You okay, Travis?"

"Ugh...fine...but...fuck...not...it's not you, just...that...cum, fuck, how you do even do that?"

"I did warn you. It's not for everyone. Now you know your response to it, at least, you can forewarn them...though, again, if you're in a bad position..."

Travis groaned as he sat up. "Man...I hope I can just have them be satisfied with blowing them. I dunno if I can get used to that."

"Fair enough. Most gay guys will respect that. I just...don't know if a guy who thinks it's okay to coerce prospective employees into screwing with him will be that kind of respectful."

There was a rather uncomfortable silence lingering over the two, until Travis finally got to his feet, grabbing his shorts as he did. "I guess...we'll have to get to the next part...next time, huh?"

Quinn forced himself back upright, nodding solemnly. "Yeah...I don't know when that's gonna be yet...it'll depend on when we have the time. Just...try to be ready, I guess, I don't know what else to tell you. Oh, but...you probably want to make sure you're clean back there. As much as you can be...and that's a lot, I know. I can give you some pointers-"

"Uh, n-no, thanks, I'll...I'll figure that out on my own." Travis was looking more uncomfortable by the second now, and Quinn was certain he'd reached his limit for the day. "Th-thanks...I'll...we'll talk, about...the next time."

"Yeah, okay. See you later." Quinn watched Travis shuffle out the door nervously. It still bothered him that the dragon was that squeamish about the idea, but...well, he couldn't be too pushy. It was still something new to him, after all...getting frustrated about it wasn't going to help anyone. And at least here there was something he had reason to be squeamish about - not every guy enjoyed giving head like he did, and had a real high tolerance for the taste and texture of cum.

And yet...

He didn't even ask...he went straight for the prostate massage. And tried swallowing first, even when he didn't have to. Even I wasn't that adventurous on my first attempt. I know he's trying to get used to the idea, but I've known gay dudes faggier than Davis who didn't take it that fast. Seriously...there's no way he's not at least bi, right? I can't be the only one who would think this. And you'd think he could keep a girlfriend a lot better than he does if he's that eager in bed...well, I guess maybe a jerk is a jerk even if he's good in bed.

He stood up off his bed and got his own clothes back on. Suddenly the room felt kind of stuffy, and he had the urge to get up and move around a bit. It was a nice day...maybe getting outside and walking around a bit would help clear up his own thoughts.