THRILL SEEKING
THRILL SEEKING
"I should not be here," Sedric giggled aloud to himself, hopefully not too loudly to draw attention to himself. Was he already drawing attention to himself? He was dressed in a bright yellow PVC rainsuit and shiny black wellies. That had to look a little weird didn't it? He wasn't sure really. It was the carnival, that always invited some odd modes of dress, and to be fair the dragon was always like this. He sighed, giggled and finished the last of the cellophane-wrapped brownies that he had tucked in his pocket before continuing wandering
He was only half-annoyed at Gravick for not telling him the brownies had weed in them. Looking back through his growing stoned haze, it was naïve to think they wouldn't do; the crocodile did love his marijuana. But never usually in eaten form. Normally Gravick preferred bongs and spliffs. Besides - the dragon paused in his thoughts to stare up delightedly as fireworks exploded overhead - besides he'd realised he was feeling the effects after the second one, hadn't he? If he'd really been so appalled at the thought he could've turned down the half a dozen more that he was offered on his way out the door
The dragon laughed again, more loudly this time, enjoying the squelch of the churned field under his wellingtons as it mixed with the raingear rubbing over his scales, the booming, bass-heavy music and the smells of food and firework smoke. Gravick was very subtle about offering him those brownies. He was convinced the croc had only done it because he'd mentioned he was going to go check the carnival out. He was always suggesting to the dragon that he should do something a bit more outrageous and adventurous sometime when he was stoned
"More adventurous than getting spitroasted?" the dragon always asked with a quizzical eye
"You can do more than just get buggered in your own home," always came the reply
He was giggling more frequently now, enjoying the slight (and only slight - he didn't think for a minute he was the only stoner here this evening) transgressiveness of it and the fact that Gravick himself, for all his suggestions about adventure, had declined to attend the carnival. The croc preferred to spend his evening sorting his new haul of murky '60s experimental cinema and probably finishing his half of those brownies. He didn't know what he was missing
Sedric for his part wasn't missing anything, practically vibrating from the excitement of being stoned and rainclothed and having a wicked hard-on all at the carnival. He was still wondering if people were really looking at him or not, if they could tell he was high or stiff or that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He kept telling himself it was just the pot making him paranoid, but he wasn't even really anxious so much as turned on even more by the exhibitionism, fighting back fantasies of being spotted and arrested by tough policemen who would throw him in a van, put on slickers of their own and make him into their criminal cum-dumpster
"Stop it Sed," he said to himself, growling slightly. All these wandering fantasies weren't helping his growing need to masturbate, and he really wanted to keep his hand off his cock if he could. His bladder was making a nuisance of itself too, beginning to complain despite the erection that he knew was going to make it a difficult job. He groaned and looked around to find a toilet. If he had to have a quick handjob just to let him drain his bladder he would. Spying his target, he clomped off across the muddy field, eyes cast upwards again as more fireworks exploded, filling the sky with blue and green
* * *
"Come on," the dragon mumbled softly to himself as he stood at the urinal, waiting impatiently for his still-eager cock to soften up enough to let him piss. Slowly and reluctantly it did, a trickle of urine beginning to spray the off-white porcelain. Behind him he heard the door swinging open, momentarily letting in the music before it slammed closed again. The dragon's eyes flicked over at the new pisser, becoming a sly ogle as he took in the skinny wolf next to him. Early twenties, wearing nylon waterproofs in forest green and short, muddy wellies the same colour. From the way he was fumbling inside his trousers the dragon knew, despite what he might wish, that this guy was wearing civilian clothes underneath. But he could dream and lust all the same, feeling a growing discomfort as his pecker started hardening again before he was done pissing. His excitement only doubled when the wolf managed to pull his cock free, revealing something thick and probably eight inches long when it was up. Sedric suppressed a ridiculous grin at the first thought to run through his head:
"I hope he looks over here and gets a thrill off seeing how much bigger his dick is than mine"
"You uh, um, excuse me..."
Sedric was momentarily confused before realising the new words weren't in his head but coming from the wolf
"Pardon?" he asked, looking at him properly now, seeing that he was clearly embarrassed and, judging from his eyes, almost certainly high himself. The wolf's eartips went burning red
"Oh, never mind," the wolf replied awkwardly, "I was about to say something crass!"
"Oh, that's too bad," Sedric replied with a smirk. He imagined what the wolf might have meant to say to him, probably something like 'if you like it so much why don't you suck it?' "Don't mind if I do," his conscious mind replied to the hypothetical challenge
Before he really knew what he was doing, and a long time, he imagined, before the wolf knew what the hell was going on, Sedric was on his knees. With another giggle he thanked the brownies in his system. If he'd been clear-headed he knew he wouldn't be doing this, and tomorrow he might well think poorly of himself for it, but right now his cock was like a bullet and the well-hung lupine wasn't exactly putting up a fight as he was drawn around to bring it to the dragon's snout
"Come on, need me to help get it going again?" the dragon said suggestively, "a little suction, work up a little vacuum?'
"I- I have a girlfriend," the wolf said, voice quivering. Sedric licked his lips again. He knew 'I don't want to get caught' when he heard it
"Don't worry about it kiddo," the dragon said, taking the head of his new friend's dick in his snout to suck and taste the drops of piss, drawing gasps of surprise and pleasure from him. "Just let uncle Seddy get a nice hot drink and then we'll see what happens"
No doubt egged on by his own cocktail of drugs, the wolf didn't need a lot of encouragement to begin again, Sedric trembling and swallowing thirstily as his snout started to fill up with hot, bitter piss. One hand fondled the wolf's arse through his clothes as the other nonchalantly reached down and began jerking the dragon's cock
"Oh shit, I can't believe..." The wolf didn't finish his sentence, hands roving all over the dragon's head, no doubt not sure what to do with them. Sedric figured he probably didn't do a lot of watersports, or not a lot of gay blowjobs, or maybe he just never got a whole lot of blowjobs in general. It made no difference, he was more focused on helping the wolf milk the last drops of piss from his cock as he felt it stiffening up and filling his snout properly. Girlfriend or not, the wolf was enjoying getting his cock sucked, now thrusting a little into the dragon's eager snout
"God, what if someone catches us?" the lupine panted. Sedric just hummed pleasantly around his cock, memory flashing back to his fantasies of police abuse, dressing up the well-hung cutie as an undercover cop setting him up to be busted and buggered by his colleagues. No need to keep those images in check now, and he was convinced he was picking up a hint of excitement at the prospect from the wolf as well. At the very least, no sign of holding back. He smiled inwardly as his wanking hand picked up speed
"I'm, um, shit, I'm getting there," the wolf babbled, "do you swallow?" Sedric hummed in response, feeling a little precum of his own smearing onto his fingers and over his shaft. The wolf was pleased to hear it, thrusting harder into the submissive snout. His hands were finding Sedric's horns now, gripping them more confidently and pulling him close in turn
The wolf caught the dragon off-guard, an abrupt cry signalling the flood of hot spunk suddenly filling Sedric's snout as he began swallowing again. The dragon moaned in turn and pumped his dick harder, his own orgasm rippling through him as spurts of cum splashed, he hoped, the wolf's grimy wellies
"Ohhhh shit," the wolf said before breaking up into laughter as he stepped back from the dragon and sharing a grin with the kneeling male. Suddenly his face became more serious, anxiously scratching the back of his head. "Um, listen if you see me out and about and, you know-"
"Don't tell anyone you're with that I just sucked your cock," Sedric completed for him. The wolf nodded. Sedric stole a glance at the wolf's boots. There was a distinctive glistening trail on the right one. "Okay, no problem"
* * *
After the wolf had scurried away and Sedric had tidied himself up a little, the satiated dragon had gone wandering away back into the carnival, enjoying the light and sound breaking up the nighttime air, eating far too much spicy red meat of various stripes and generally feeling blissed out and very stoned. At times he spotted the wolf again, grinning slyly to himself and politely avoiding him. He had no wish to make the poor guy uncomfortable, noticing out of the corner of his eye that he definitely seemed a little embarrassed to spot his guilty pleasure in turn when he was within arm's reach of a dove that Sedric assumed must be his girlfriend. His own sense of guilt was only fleeting - they'd had a good time and hurt nobody as far as he was concerned. Though his mind's replaying of the encounter was stirring up his arousal again, blending it with all those other sneaky feelings and fantasies that being out and about like this had churned up
As the night was wearing on, the dragon's stoned state had only slightly receded and masturbation was back on his mind. If he hadn't been scheduled to lend a hand at Mr. Woods' house tomorrow he would've probably gone home, smoked a little more weed and made a complex, fetishistic event out of it. As it was he was about to settle for a quickie in the bushes when circumstance picked a new path for him
"Hey!" called an immediately familiar voice, Sedric turning to see the wolf from earlier scurrying over to him. "Hey, um..."
"...Sedric," the dragon clarified, not entirely sure if that was what he was being asked or not
"Right, Sedric," the wolf replied. Sedric glanced him over, pretty sure his naughty lupine friend had imbibed more herbs or chemicals since they last spoke. Perhaps he was just projecting his own drug fetish onto him, but he could only imagine more drugs being the reason he was suddenly running up here
"Listen um," the wolf cracked up giggling for a moment, more nerves than intoxicants from the sound of it, "my girlfriend's left now..."
Sedric looked at him quizzically, the wolf's demeanour quickly adjusting from boisterousness to something timid, eyes down on his boots. "Uh... I've never had sex with a guy before, I kind of liked it... do you think we could do a little more, uh, before..."
"Before you go back to being all straight?" Sedric replied with a wicked glint in his eye. The wolf nodded, embarrassed. The dragon mulled it over for a moment. On the one hand, having seen the wolf's girlfriend in person made him feel more concerned about facilitating her boyfriend's infidelity. But on the other, the weed in his system was reminding him about the wolf's fat cock, and how eager its owner was and how it wasn't necessary for either one to tell anybody about it. Plus he didn't want to make the poor guy ashamed of feeling lust. And that cock. That thick, hard cock poking out of his raingear. His mind was made up
"Well okay," he grinned. "You want to take it somewhere less smelly than the bogs this time? We could slip into the woods if you like? I know them very well even in the dark"
The wolf nodded excitedly, and they left
* * *
"Okay," Sedric said, giddy and drunk on the sway he seemed to have the wolf under, "the first thing I want you to do for me is to strip naked, and then put back on just this," he patted the sleeve of the wolf's rainjacket, "this," his hand moved down to the waterproof trousers, "and these." He tapped his own boot against the toe of the wolf's. The lupine looked confused for a moment
"Really? I mean, just that?"
Sedric nodded. "I'm a very pervy dragon," he grinned, hitching his thumb under the waistband of his own slick trousers and tugging at them slightly, stressing his erection underneath. In fact he was quite prepared to have blown the moment for the sake of his amusement and was already preparing to relax alone under the trees as he beat one out, but to his amazement and delight the wolf hesitated only for a moment before meeting his request. Clearly he was eager for another unfaithful fuck with the dragon
"Okay," he said, clearly embarrassed and probably distracted by the unusual physical sensations of wearing his waterproofs over his naked body and hard-on, "what else?"
Sedric licked his lips as he planted his hand on the wolf's crotch, working that stiff pole free of its deep green confines. He fondled it for a moment and then turned to face the nearest tree. Quickly he tugged his slick raintrousers down, spread his legs, planted his palms against the tree and hitched up his tail. "Make sure you fuck me hard," he said, grinning again to himself
"Damn right I will," the wolf laughed menacingly, hands gripping the dragon's sides in a show of dominance. Dominance or not, Sedric bit his lip to suppress a giggle as the wolf struggled to plant his cock up against the puckered ring of muscle so he could make good on his word. He tried to both brace and relax himself; this was obviously going to be the lupine's first time ploughing anyone's arse
"Are you ready?" asked the experimenting male, fighting to mask hints of his own nervousness. Sedric nodded over his shoulder
"Yes Sir"
The dragon's air of certainty became a hanging gasp as the wolf did as he was asked, pushing his cock roughly into the dragon. It hurt, and had he been less stoned the dragon might have told him to ease back, but right now all he wanted was the overload of sensation and the pleasure that came with providing it to another
"I can't believe I'm doing this," the wolf laughed and moaned at once, "are you okay?"
"Yes," Sedric cried, eyes focused squarely on his hands as he struggled to keep his body obedient, "god yes, fuck me, please Sir, I'm a bitch. Fuck me like a bitch." The Master obeyed, burying his cock further and further with each thrust, clumsy but eager, groaning with his own pleasure. The dragon, long since an expert at getting buggered, pushed back to guide him until the full length of the wolf was driven into him. His own short prick was spasming excitedly too, precum dripping onto the forest floor with every thrust
"Oh fuck this is good," came the moaning from behind, "god I really wish I'd experimented with a guy before." Sedric nodded wordlessly for the sake of response, his discovery and punishment fantasies metamorphosing into being caught by the dove in raingear of her own and either joining in or extracting servitude as reparation from both males. He shivered and gasped as he felt the wolf's probing hand worming around his belly and down to find and stroke his cock, milking him excitedly with each thrust. His pangs of guilt about helping the wolf cheat had given way to a certain joy at how much the poor guy clearly needed some queer experience
The wolf's voice was almost all wordless calling out now, guttural strings of consonants as he settled into the right rhythm and angle to screw the dragon. Sedric whimpered and bit his lip again, now through pleasure. "I'm really close to cumming Sir," he panted. More moaning in return
"Cum in my hand," the wolf finally replied, "cum for me Sedric..."
The dragon was beyond the choice now anyway, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning with pleasure as he came. He felt the wolf's hand cupping the head of his cock and excitedly smearing his jizz all over his jerking, twitching prick. Moments later the wolf joined him, crying out at the top of his voice as he buried himself fully. Sedric panted in satisfaction as he felt the warm, fluid sensations inside of him, the wolf sagging over him in turn, momentarily spent. Quietly the dragon chuckled again. It had been a reckless adventure, but a good one all the same
* * *
The dragon awoke foggily to the sunlight entering his bedroom, muted at least by the stained glass in the window. He quickly realised he hadn't been sleeping alone, the pot-addled memories returning of bringing the wolf back to his house - at his guest's insistence, he was pretty sure - and of more hungry cocksucking and of kissing the lupine's dirty boots, also at his guest's insistence. He rubbed his eyes, scooped up his glasses and climbed out of bed to stretch his limbs
The dragon hadn't been on his feet for ten seconds before he heard his guest's voice. "Fuck... I've never done that before..."
"You mean with a guy?" Sedric asked, curious. The wolf nodded blearily, then grew wide-eyed
"Where are we? Is- shit, did we break into a church?"
"Uh, no," the dragon began to explain, "this is my house, it's a converted-"
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Where are we?"
"I just said, it's-"
"I mean where are we in Lansborough?"
"Oh, right. Polchester. The east side"
The wolf shot out of bed, suddenly frantic. "I'm supposed to be in Cinderfield," he said, "I was supposed to be going back to my girlfriend's house last night, I-" he stopped again, looking down at himself and breaking into a manic pat-down routine as Sedric looked on, confused and somewhat embarrassed. "Where are my clothes? You've got my clothes right?"
For a moment the dragon couldn't remember a single word, mouth gaping like a goldfish, arms shrugging pathetically. The wolf went from wide-eyed to bulging
"Oh god! They're still in the forest! Oh god my wallet and phone!"
"Wait, I-" Sedric began the sentence not even sure how he was going to finish it. He was either going to offer to call a taxi for the wolf or more cautiously recommend cleaning off what looked like spunk staining his waterproofs, but he never got that far into it. His guest was already hammering down the stairs, the sound of the front door unlocking, opening and slamming echoing back up to him. He sighed heavily, pulling aside the curtain covering the small, plain side-windows flanking the stained glass and watching the wolf racing down the street
"You're running away from the fucking carnival site, doofus," he said aloud to himself. "I really need to stop fooling around with bi-curious guys with commitments." He turned to look at the clock. 8:14. Time enough to shower, change gear and fix some coffee before heading out on his rounds
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Dedicato a Hot Tap Water. Inspired by his comic here: http://www.furaffinity.net/full/7281350/