Old Wounds Finally Healed

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#2 of The Man That Made Me (Standalone Series)

The 6th edition of G A Y


Continuation of Insomnia, check that one out before reading.This story was 2,000 words, $10 bucks to the commissioner!


The weak warmth of morning light pouring between the blinds next to a sleeping Kynon was, well.. the only thing that could disturb him from his sleep. A slow and even cycle of huffs and deep breaths was disrupted by a sharp exhale and a gasp. His upper half shot straight up, the juvenile Lizard's pale scales gleaming in the dim light. It was easy to read his expression - the only recently familiar weight of his father at his back was gone. However, the hum of fingerstyle guitar playing through the living room speakers confirmed that he hadn't left him for work.

A little hand reached out and Kynon pulled the carefully set blankets from his body - no doubt his father setting an extra touch of love in for his son. The boy gives the clock a soundless glance like he did the previous night.. 12:37 P.M.

'Dad let me skip school to sleep in? Geez..' The thought echoed through Kynon's mind as he hopped up onto his feet, his bare body stowed away in the shadows as he moved to get a simple pair of boxers and a t-shirt on. Thoughts of last night overpowered the screech of the hinges on his dad's opening door as he stepped out.

'Does.. Does he remember any of that?'

'Is he angry with me? Is he going to force me out?'

'What if he liked it? Will things be normal, or?..'

Unlike the first, the pitched sound of the door clicking shut saved him from drowning in an ocean of doubtful thoughts about what he had done. Kynon's natural reaction was to duck his head - partially from shame, partially from his submissive nature - as he silently walked into the kitchen from the main hall. The twang of guitar only became clearer as he swept distance away from the T.V.

A distressed, powerful sigh caused him to flinch as if he were just shot in the back. He thought that his dad would walk in front of him right then, right there, but Kynon pinpointed the source of it. His dad was sat on the couch, leaning over with his face in both of his hands, lost in his own head. The boy figured that he was thinking about the same things, after all, he was his own dad. He didn't dare step on the cracks of the floorboard, he didn't want them to creak.

"Dad?.. you up?" He called out weakly, breath short on account of fear.

"..Erm.. Yeah, son. Come on in." Yahir's voice dripped with concern, sorrow. His son always knew this tone whenever the kid's father had a picture of his ex-wife in his hands, but this.. this was different. Upon walking to the side of the couch, Kynon found his father with the first picture he had ever taken with his son. In it, the Dragon was grinning as if he had just won all of the gold in the world in the form of the baby boy wrapped in his arms. The day Kynon was born.

"You think.. you can, eh.. sit down, son?" Amber eyes opened onto him, full of love and pain in the form of building tears. Kynon's facial features softened, he sat next to the older, beer-bellied male. The great Dragon slowly moved the picture to be shared between them, he continued; "The.. news I got.. when she said she was pregnant with you. I'd never felt more proud in my life. I'd have my own blood, my own mark to prove I did something great for this world.."

Yahir's low voice cut off as a lump formed in his throat. His son's natural instinct was to lean over and try to console him, his arms wrapped around his father's thick arm and squeezed tight. The dragon could feel his warm breathing on his scales as he continued; "I..I haven't been proven wrong with that. Even with your mother gone, I.. I raised you to be the light this world needed to badly. But.. But last night.. did I put your light out? Did I hurt you?" He sounds practically on the verge of tears at this point, he clenched his sharp teeth together to avoid choking.

"N-No, daddy..," Kynon started, "..Last night was probably one of the happiest I've ever had. I made you.. smile after you were thinking about mom. I've never done that before." His voice dropped to a pin, perhaps he was too scared to say anymore. The dragon's voice broke the silence,

"Buddy.. You always make me smile after.. what are you talking about?" He brings his son into his lap, strong arms around the boy's hips in a firm hug. "What we did last night.. it.. was called a blowjob. It's what mommies and daddies do before making rays of sunshine like you." He seemed to be careful about saying it, his arms even loosened a little. He was prepared for the boy to run away. Kynon cut him off; "D-Daddy, you and mommy did that?.." His huff in the way he said it almost made it seem like he was jealous.

"Yes," the big Dragon responded quietly, "but it's only done with people in love.. It's supposed to be special.. I took that from you, son." His eyebrows flattened on down, he couldn't bear to look at his son, his head turned.

"Dad.." Kynon started. He grabbed for words to say, things to try and console him.. so he told him the truth. "W-When I think of you, my heart beats hard, I-I can't think.. I've seen movies with you, love movies. I love you.. m-more than any dumb kid loves his dad." The couch shifts slightly as the Dragon's head whips around. His eyebrows rise, a shocked look covers his maw. "What? You.. You love me?"

"..Yeah. I love watching you when you shower, looking at you while we cuddle.. Laughing with you when we do my crappy homework.." Kynon prayed to God that his dad would let that swear go by as he lifted a leg, locking it at the other side of Yahir's hip. He sat on his Father's lap, their faces inches from one another with the boy's hands on his chest. "I love you, and I.. don't want you to hurt. I don't want mom to hurt you anymore. I wanna protect you for once."

Yahir's amber eyes mingled with his son's, the wood colored irises pooling with liquid as he listened to what Kynon had to say. His scales rippled gently as his son climbed onto his lap, he never thought that the thought would cross his mind.. He thought his son was handsome, beautiful.. even sexy. "She doesn't hurt me-" Kynon cut him off with a frustrated shout, "That's crap!" Another swear, oops. His head ducks down in shame. "I.. I wanna be better than mom."

The young Lizard then leaned his upper half forward and pressed his mouth to his father's, similar to what he saw people do in the ending scenes of movies - at first, there wasn't a reaction.. up until the picture in Yahir's hands dropped to the floor below, the hands pressed up to the boy's hips. Kynon felt his dad kiss him back, lips pushed forward and his head tilted. A warm feeling in his stomach made his heart beat harder than war drums, a new energy ran through his blood.. was this.. love?

It wasn't long before Yahir's big, smoother than glass tongue pressed into his son's maw, licking at the insides of the boy he created. Their tongue ground together with their pelvises, Kynon could feel the building bulge in his father's pants, he could feel his own wiener begin to grow and harden. Those strong hands of his father's lowered themselves to cup around Kynon's spine, the gravity around him seemed to disappear as he was lifted up, butt placed firmly against his dad's crotch, his beer belly cushioned it.

The firm, echoing footsteps of Kynon's father filled the house as he carried his son down the hall, furiously kissing and tonguing the boy that he had created. Yahir kicked the closed door open and knocked it back shut behind him.

A sharp click filled Kynon's ears, the door was definitely locked.

The bed further in the room cried out a sharp squeak as the two crashed down onto it, Kynon's father up on top of him, grinding himself between his son's legs. Whenever the older male finally broke the kiss, it was only to grunt and pant as old, thick fingers worked to pull his son's boxers down.

"S-Son, I'm.. this is another part of making kids.." The Dragon growled down at him in a horny, yet soft tone. When his boxers dropped, a thick, long dragon cock met his son's sight.. Much, much bigger in the light. The head dripped clear ooze. "It's called making love... You and I can't make anything, but we can make each other happy.." The daddy dragon smears his head against his son's tight taint, wettening it with pre. Kynon's looks up at him with a fearful, submissive look; "Will it hurt, dad?"

"A little bit. But we're doing it naturally, I want to love on you.." A single clawed hand grips Kynon's left buttcheek, while the other lifts to the dresser sitting next to the bed.. towards the picture of his wife that grew dusty from staying there for years.

For the first time ever, he pressed his hand to the back of it and set it down.

He felt as if a gash through his heart had been bandaged, he was finally free. The feeling brought a large, lustful smirk reminiscent of his young days, followed by a deep growl.. then the head of his dick began to press into the boy's ass.

Kynon cried out, hissing softly and clenching his teeth together, but the adult pressed a single finger to Kynon's lips and shushed him. "Shhh, it's alright.. Daddy has you.." He pushed the slickened walls further and further with his scaled shaft, each little bump popped into his son with every inch. It took a few seconds, but he was finally inside of him, balls deep inside of the boy he made.

Kynon's cries softened as large hips began to swing back and forth against his rear, pushing that monster dick of his dad's in and out, smearing his innermost flesh with his scent. As time moved on, his thrusts quickened - from gentle presses into his hole, to eager humps, to angry, lustful slams of his balls against his son's tail base. The room filled with the occasional "Daddy~!" and 'Schlk' sound of Kynon's ass being spread and pulled out of roughly.

Kynon's dad was nearing his climax, his violent snorts out of his nose and his tail curling ever so slightly made it obvious. The boy didn't know what was coming - He just knew that his dad was getting stiffer and stiffer, thrusting harder, grunting louder..

Until all of a sudden, the blankets underneath Kynon shifted suddenly and pushed back with Yahir hilting out against his anal ring. He bucked gently against his son's ass as cum spurted out of his urethra, splashing against and filling Kynon's stomach with months and months of pent up orgasm. He could feel the heat filling him, running up his lower intestine - It made him feel dirty to think that if he were a girl, he'd have his Dad's kids..

"Ugghhnnf.." Yahir groaned as he fell atop his son. Although Kynon didn't cum, his small cock was harder than a rock. He quietly huffed, "Th..Thank you, daddy.."

"No.. don't.. don't thank me.. You're my everything, my.. my little man." He said between tired huffs. The older dad murmured, "Stay with me, Kynon.. never leave.."

"Dad.. I-I'm your.. boyfriend.. why would I leave?.."