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_Here it is, Dragon Tribe 2. I know for some of my Watchers this story has been a long time in coming! I thank you for your patience, and I sincerely hope that this story lives up to the wait for you. It's a bit longer then the first chapter, and has more extended teasing and pleasuring then the previous entry, so I really hope you guys enjoy it! It's also got a bit more character development between the two dragons as they start to realize just what they're doing and where their friendship is headed. _

_For those of you who haven't read Chapter 1 yet, you might want to consider it, because this story quite literally picks up exactly where that chapter ended. Or you might just wanna skip to the dragon yiff! _

If you're a newer watcher I've got several different story series going. So far this is the only one that's yiff specific, though there's yiff in a few others, and the only one that's male/male. This particular series focuses on two young male feral dragons involved in their first time explorations of other males. _ _

_Obviously if you're under 18 or whatever legal age is in your area, please hit the back button! _

Otherwise I hope you enjoy, and if you like it, please leave comments!

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Chapter 2

Kaythos lay upon his back with his sky blue wings spread lazily at his sides against the dried leaves coating the forest floor. The young blue dragon's precious balls were still held as captives; fleshy hostages in his larger friend Garnoth's ebon paw. Kaythos squirmed a little and lifted a hind paw to try and push his friend's hand away. When Garnoth merely smirked, the smaller dragon hoisted that hind paw up and brazenly pressed his pads against Garnoth's lingering erection. The black dragon gave a little gasp at the feel of soft, warm hind-paw pads against his unsheathed flesh.

"Leggo my balls Garnoth," Kaythos muttered, giving Garnoth's tapered length a very slow stroke with his foot. "I wanna get washed up before I deal with..." He trailed off a moment as the location of his foot sunk in. "Well, with all that."

"Alright, but no running away as soon as I let you go."

Kaythos lifted his wedge shaped head a little higher from the ground to peer down at his own hind paw. His sky blue toes were practically splayed around the bigger dragon's erection, and Garnoth's penis looked like some dark red turtle's head peeking out from his pale blue shell. The thought made him giggle to himself a bit as he said, "I'm not gonna run away."

"No kicking me in the balls, either," Garnoth growled, flaring up the spines around his head.

Now there was a thought. Given the way Garnoth had nearly flattened the little blue dragon's nuts in his paw earlier, Kaythos would have been more then happy to kick Garnoth in the balls. Twice. Maybe that was something he come accomplish later. For now, he acquiesced. "Fine, I won't run away," he promised as he lifted a paw to wipe some of Garnoth's cream from the pebbly blue scales of his snout. "And I won't kick you in the balls either. But I'm half covered in my own seed!" He flicked some of it from his fingers. "I wanna get clean before I do anything for you."

"Fine, fine," Garnoth said, pulling his paw away from Kaythos' testicles. When the plump blue ovoids dropped back into place dangling towards the young dragon's tail, Garnoth promptly flicked the left one. It jumped, and Kaythos gave a startled yelp, curling to grasp his balls in his paws. "But you owe me now, that was the deal."

Kaythos rubbed himself, caressing his aching left egg a moment. "I don't remember making a deal. You just had me by the balls and decided to...to..."

"To suck your cock?" Garnoth offered with a smug grin.

Kaythos rolled over onto his paws, glancing away. He rubbed his belly scales against the forest floor, trying to clean them a little. Though, when he rose bits of seed still coated him, and now little leaves, specks of dirt and shredded mossy tendrils all clung to him. "Yeah. When you did that."

"You don't..." Garnoth licked his nose. Now that the initial pleasure and adrenaline had faded from the young dragon, the black scaled male hoped Kaythos wouldn't think differently of him. Would Kaythos regret it? Had Garnoth gotten carried away? For a moment, the big black dragon's usually stoic façade nearly cracked like fresh winter ice beneath a fat little hatchling. "You don't regret it, do you?"

Kaythos shook himself, stretching his wings as his scales rustled a little. He didn't answer immediately. Regret it? He...he wasn't sure. Kaythos had never in his life imagined getting his first pleasuring from another male, not even his best friend. He'd never even imagined being pleasured by another male at all, let alone returning such a delightful favor. Sure, he'd snuck a few peeks here and there. Glanced at Garnoth's balls as he walked, peeked at another male's awkward and embarrassingly timed unsheathing, but who hadn't? That hadn't stopped all his freshly spawned fantasies from only involving females. And yet...

"No," Kaythos said finally, turning his head to smile at his friend over his outstretched wings. "No, I don't regret it."

It was the truth, too. He didn't regret it at all. Garnoth had done more for him since they'd become friends then just about anyone save his own family. If Garnoth wanted their friendship to be a little more "intimate" now and then, Kaythos wasn't going to argue. Kaythos actually felt a little less awkward about it then he would have expected too, as well. He wasn't going to run out and tell anyone he'd just gotten sucked off by another male, but he didn't regret it, either.

If anyone regretted it, it almost seemed to be Garnoth. Kaythos could actually see the relief washing over the other dragon's face when Kaythos told him he didn't regret it. Garnoth heaved a little sigh, the tightened lines of anxiety formed by the pebbly scales of his snout slowly released, and his spiny frills slowly folded back against his head. It was actually sort of cute. Kaythos wasn't sure he'd ever seen Garnoth worried about something before. Though now it was certainly clear that at least for a few moments, the bigger dragon had been very worried about their friendship.

"I mean, I never thought I'd do anything like that with a male, but, I don't regret it or anything," Kaythos explained, trying to soothe his friends fear. "It doesn't bother me that I did. I didn't even know you were curious about other males." Kaythos scratched at his side with a hind paw, growing a little embarrassed by the open discussion of what they'd just done even as Garnoth was quickly reassembling the stone wall of his confident composure. Kaythos set his hind paw down, and added, "Curious in that way, I mean."

"I know what you meant," Garnoth said, his eyes focused on the blue dragon's hind end. "Your balls really jiggle when you scratch like that."

Kaythos blinked, and then blinked again. Was this how it was going to be now, when they were alone? He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. But, part of him thought it was sorta fun. Kaythos didn't know how else to reply, so he decided to tease the black dragon just a little. He lifted his hind foot again, and very slowly but confidently scratched at the pale blue scales just behind his shoulder. The movement of his back leg caused the young dragon's powder blue testicles to jostle and sway. Garnoth stared at them the whole time.

"Like what you see, huh?"

Garnoth licked his nose again, his face and snout flushing hot beneath his scales. The inside of his frilled black ears was quickly darkening to the reddish purple tone of young draconic embarrassment. "Y-yes," he stammered as several bricks toppled from that freshly rebuilt wall of composure.

Kaythos burst out laughing and turned around to face his friend, grinning so widely that every one of his many sharp teeth were shown off. "You stammered! I've never heard you stammer in all your life! You like staring at my balls!"

"Yeah, so what," Garnoth hissed, the inside of his ears darkening even further. "Like you didn't already know that after what I just did for you!"

"Yeah, but now you came out and said it."

"Didn't I say it before?"

Kaythos flexed his wings, shrugging. "Not sure, I was kinda lost in the moment. But now its your turn."

"I know it's my turn..."

"Not what I meant," Kaythos said with a smirk. He lifted a paw and waved towards the forest. "I'm going to that pool we swim at, in the stream. I'm gonna get bathed. And I want you to lead the way."

"Me? Why?" Garnoth tilted his horned head.

Kaythos smirk grew even wider, flaring his own little blue frills in smug amusement. He didn't get to feel smug very often, so he was going to savor every moment. "So that I can be the one staring at your balls while you walk this time."

Garnoth pulled his ebony scaled head back, his neck curling. "You want to stare at my balls?"

"Yup," Kaythos chirped, grinning. "So get walking! Show those things off!"

Garnoth wasn't really sure what to make of this new side of Kaythos. He was very glad to see the dragon suddenly getting confident, he just hoped he hadn't awoken some kind of slumbering, kinky monster. On the other paw, he rather enjoyed having a chance to be a little more open about his curiosity regarding other male dragons. Might as well make the most of it, Garnoth thought. He rose to all fours and began to walk towards the forest.

"Lift your tail," Kaythos said, laughing. "Lemme see those eggs dangle!"

Garnoth did as the smaller dragon instructed. He lifted up his tail as he slowly walked into the forest, fully exposing his balls. The black dragon's testicles were quite impressive, especially for a young male. Kaythos had seen them before, of course, but he'd never had the chance to just stare at them. He had to admit, he was a little envious. In the humid, summer heat of the forest, the dragon's ebony stones hung loosely, the left one hanging just a bit lower then the right. Though they were the same general oval shape as Kaythos' testicles, the fat black eggs were a good deal larger.

Kaythos began to walk behind Garnoth, staring at them. "You have some seriously big balls, Garnoth."

That made Garnoth laugh, and he glanced back at his friend across his folded ebon wings. "Thanks!"

Much as Garnoth wasn't sure what to make of this new side of Kaythos' personality, Kaythos himself wasn't sure what to make of it either. He'd certainly never imagined himself going around, instructing other dragons to lift their tails so he could stare at their balls. Usually it was the other way around; him getting his tail forcefully hoisted so someone else could punch him there. Part of him felt awkward and embarrassed to be doing such things. Another part of him felt confident, and excited to have the other dragon not only showing off for him, but showing off by his command. Kaythos soon decided just to have fun. It wasn't like anyone else was going to know what the two of them were doing out in the forest, right?

For a little while, Kaythos just enjoyed the sights. The scenery was beautiful, he loved the forest. There was no defined trail to the stream, so the two dragons were simply plunging ahead into the lush forest and thick underbrush. Massive and ancient trees with trunks big around as a dragon's body towered above them like ageless sentinels, guarding the dragons ancestral home. Layers of vines with leaves shaped like splayed paws wreathed their trunks in shrouds of green. Here and there jutting shelves of gray fungus dotted them like armored plates. In other places, red and yellow flowers hung lower from the branches as if spying upon the world below the canopy. Their scents tinted the earthy forest aroma with a gentle sweetness. Birds chirped higher up in the trees, unperturbed by the sight of two dragons crudely plowing through the thick underbrush. Most of the foliage posed little threat to them, unlucky ferns and flowers were simply trampled under paw, bushes split and pushed aside. Those with thorns did what they could to fight back but when the dragons tucked their wings against their bodies they had little vulnerable flesh to be scratched.

Though, as they were both male dragons they did have a good deal of vulnerable flesh located between their hind legs, and Kaythos found his eyes fixated upon it. Watching Garnoth's balls was almost mesmerizing. The black dragon's testicles were constantly swaying and shifting back and forth with the movements of his hind legs. One moment the left gland bulged out against the ebony sack that contained it, and the next moment the right one took it's place as the more prominent of the two fleshy orbs. Kaythos found he couldn't help but want to grasp them now and then. They certainly were an impressive set. Almost as large as the testicles of some of the bigger mature adult and elder dragons in the tribe.

"I think your balls are almost twice as big as mine," Kaythos said.

Garnoth grinned and shook his haunches to make his testicles sway between scaly thighs. "Well, I'm nearly twice as big as you in every other way, so that would make sense."

"You are not," Kaythos growled. "I'm at least three quarters your size. Or, close."

"Maybe we should put our balls next to each other and see what the size difference really is," Garnoth suggested, only half kidding.

"Maybe we should get some female to hold your set in one paw, and my set in the other paw, and do an educated analysis."

"Oh! I like that idea."

"Me too," Kaythos admitted. He'd been joking, but the more he thought about it, the more that sounded like a really fun, erotic idea. "Know any willing females?"

"I can think of a few females who'd be happy to take both our sets of eggs into their paws," Garnoth said with a click of his teeth. Then he shook his head. "Of course, they'd only be doing it so they could squeeze us flat and see which one of us squeals louder." He paused, then smirked at his smaller friend. "It'd be you."

Kaythos huffed, and reached forward to swat at the bottom of the other dragon's testicles. Garnoth yelped and glared at him, and Kaythos quickly grabbed the lower hanging of the larger dragon's nards. He gave it a little squeeze, just hard enough to make Garnoth suck in a breath, grinning at him.

"I'm not taking any backtalk from you right now," Kaythos hissed playfully. "Not while I'm in charge!"

"Who the hell said you were in charge? Let go of my ball!"

Garnoth started to walk forward, and Kaythos tightened his grip substantially. Garnoth gave the cutest little squeal, his hind legs trembling, front legs buckling a little. "NNRRRYYAAAH!"

"My grip on your left egg says I'm in charge," Kaythos said, his voice a purr practically oozing twisted delight. Ooh, this was fun! "Or would you rather I squeeze it a lot harder? I'd be willing to bet you squeal just as much as I do when you get your balls squeezed."

"No! Don't squeeze it," Garnoth said, then added a whimper that was half actual plea for mercy, and half playing along with their latest little game.

"Ooh, but I think it needs to be squeezed," Kaythos purred again, squeezing Garnoth's testicle a little harder. Kaythos had to admit to himself, he was loving this. No wonder Garnoth seemed to be having so much fun earlier. The bigger dragon's testicle felt amazing in his paw. Smooth, almost rubbery, and slightly firm. Noticeably larger even then the bigger of Kaythos own two favorite jewels. He squeezed it just a little harder, relishing the sight of the plump black orb trapped within his blue fingers, compressing just slightly. Garnoth gave the cutest little moan of pain, too, starting off soft and getting louder and louder as Kaythos increased the pressure.

"Oooooh," he moaned, then his pained voice got higher in pitch as well. "Nnnnnnnrrrrhhhhnnn!"

Garnoth was panting a little now, his front legs nearly giving out. He lowered his chest onto the ground, but kept his hind end in the air, if only to avoid getting his left testicle yanked when he fell and Kaythos didn't release it. The pain that had started off as a minor ache was quickly growing, flaring up sharp and hot as Kaythos squeezed his ball. Much to his horror, some twisted part of Garnoth was enjoying it, too. His erection had been flagging as he tromped through the forest, but now it was reversing course. Somehow, getting his ball squeezed and hearing Kaythos teasing him about it was actually exciting him a little more. Just the way doing the same thing to Kaythos had caused Garnoth to get fully unsheathed earlier. And here he'd been teasing Kaythos about getting turned on when females hit him in the nuts.

Gods above, what he was learning about himself today.

"I'm going to let you go now," Kaythos said, rolling the fat egg back and forth in his paw, watching it shift against the thin black skin kept it cradled within. "Because I don't want you to end up rolling on the ground crying and unable to get to the stream with me. But you'd better be a good boy, or I'm going to squeeze this one again."

Kaythos released Garnoth's testicle and it quickly dropped back into place, hanging a bit lower then the right one. To Kaythos the right one looked almost relieved to have been left out of the painful game. Garnoth quickly reached back with one of his front paws, leaving his chest on the ground for the moment. He cupped and cradled his testicles, and was soon rubbing the left one gently, moaning to himself.

"Ooooh, you really squeezed it!"

Kaythos perked both his frilled ears, grinning happily as his blue tail tip flicked back and forth. "Yup! But not near as hard as you squeezed both of mine, so I don't wanna hear you complain. Besides, your big red friend came right back out, so I guess you didn't mind too badly."

"Shut up," Garnoth muttered, then slowly pushed himself back to his feet. "Don't forget you're supposed to be giving my "red friend" some attention, too."

Kaythos ducked his head down to peer at the black dragon's erection. Given how dark his scales were and how scarlet his mating tool was, Garnoth's cock really stood out. It seemed to taper to an even more dramatic point then Kaythos' own maleness. It also had more noticeable ridges around it's base, and the shaft itself had a little more of an arch to it. No wonder the female dragons their age seemed more interested in Garnoth.

After a moment, Kaythos said. "Not sure what I'm gonna do with that thing. It looks like some kinda weapon a biped would charge at me with!"

That made Garnoth laugh as he shook his hind end, swaying his balls as he tried to quell some of the lingering ache. "Well I ain't gonna stab ya with it, but maybe you could polish it up for me."

"We'll see about that," Kaythos chuckled. Then Kaythos slapped Garnoth's black scaled rump with a paw. "Now get moving. This stuff's getting all dried on my belly and it's kinda gross."

"You shouldn't have sprayed your seed all over yourself then."

Kaythos snorted at his friend's playful taunt. Rather then reply verbally, he simply started forward and brushed himself all along Garnoth's body. Sensually rubbing his scales against the other dragon like a female in heat. He nuzzled Garnoth's neck from his shoulder to his horned head, then even surprised himself when he gave Garnoth's frilled black ear a tender lick.

Kaythos's voice was half playful purr, and half threatening growl as he whispered into Garnoth's ear. "You need a good smack in the nuts."

Garnoth's jaw was hanging open, increasingly surprised by the smaller blue dragon's behavior. He was really starting to wonder just what he was drawing out of Kaythos. After a moment he gulped, and then managed a rather sheepish looking grin.

"Yeah," he murmured softly, his answer as surprising to the two dragons as Kaythos' behavior. "I do."

"Glad you admit it," Kaythos said with a grin. He let his tail slip under the black dragon's belly. Soon Kaythos rubbed at the ridges along the base of Garnoth's cock with his tail tip. Garnoth shuddered and whimpered softly in pleasure, his scaly body shuddering. After a few moments of teasing, Kaythos pulled his tail away with a wry grin. "That's all for now."

Garnoth gave a disappointed whine, and Kaythos just laughed. As he started towards the stream again, he glanced back at the other young dragon. "Come on. I'll give you that smack later."

Kaythos wasn't sure if Garnoth was genuinely aroused by the idea of being hit in the balls by his friend, or if he was just so overwhelmed with hormones and this fresh new game of mutual male dragon exploration that he was willing to agree to anything. He was also extremely unused to seeing Garnoth so passive, so meek. Still, Kaythos rather enjoyed it. In the same way, he rather enjoyed getting to act more aggressive, more in charge. It was a fun and admittedly, rather erotic change. If he hadn't just creamed Garnoth's snout a few minutes ago he'd probably be hard as a rock again himself.

Kaythos let Garnoth take the lead again so he could once more watch the bigger dragon's balls. As Garnoth walked the black dragon's testicles bobbled and swayed like some otherworldly creature exploring the confines of an invisible prison. Now and then Kaythos could see Garnoth's crimson erection bouncing in front of them, just beneath his belly. When it flagged a little now and then, Garnoth took a few moments to slowly stroke himself, crooning his pleasure as he coaxed his cock back to full attention. He was really going to let loose when he finally hit his peak, it seemed.

Kaythos felt a little odd enjoying the sight of another male's eggs, but he supposed there was no sense in denying it to himself. Did he like other males now? Honestly, he wasn't sure. He liked Garnoth, but at the same time, he wasn't sure he'd enjoy looking at any other male dragon's balls the same way.

Soon enough, the smell of fresh, flowing water cut through the earthen, mossy yet pleasant dankness of the forest's scents. The two dragons sniffed around a little as they reached the edge of the stream Kaythos had been looking for. It was one of many such streams that began somewhere deep in the high peaks of The Spines and wove back and forth through the hills and forests beyond. In the spring when the heavy snows melted the streams grew to raging torrents that sometimes threatened the edges of the dragon village. In the summer heat they returned to their usual level, gentle but not lazy currents of water that ran over stones polished flat and smooth by the ceaseless flow of liquid and time.

Here, tall bright green reeds tipped with fluffy stalks lined the edges of the water, and where the reeds gave way it was mostly to moss covered rocks and old logs. However at a large bend in the creek, years of sediment and silt tossed up against the bank of the curve had created a sandy, beach like area leading into a deeper hole in the water. A few small, silvery fish flitted about in the shallows, trying to stay out of reach of their larger brethren lurking in the deeper waters. When the dragons reached the sandy bank at the waters edge fish both large and small fled for more isolated areas. A frog croaked in alarm and leapt into the waters with a loud splash.

Kaythos paid the fish and amphibians no heed as he walked down the small area of sand and waded into the water. This time of year even water that began its flow high in the mountains had plenty of sunlight to warm it as it passed many shallow expanses and only the deepest areas held a hint of a chill. Kaythos waded out until the water had reached his belly. The young dragon shivered when he found the water felt significantly cooler against the exposed flesh of his sheath and testicles then it did against his scales. Kaythos certainly didn't mind though. In the heat of the warm summer day, the gentle chill was refreshing. The young dragon took a breath, and dunked himself completely beneath the surface, rubbing at his scales with his paws to cleanse the stains of his earlier pleasure as well as the bits of dirt and dried leaves he'd accumulated since.

When he came back up for air, pushing himself back to all fours, he turned around to find Garnoth seated on his haunches on the sandy bank. The sight of Garnoth seated that way with his erection jutting up in front of his black scaled belly and his balls ebony balls resting on the beige sands made Kaythos laugh. The poor black dragon looked so eager for attention it was almost sad. Kaythos couldn't help but think if it was him in that situation he'd have at least tried to let his erection go down just so he didn't end up with aching balls from all the waiting. Then again, it seemed aching balls were part of the plan for Garnoth.

Kaythos shook himself, and began to wade back towards Garnoth. He took his time, making Garnoth wait. When he finally reached the bigger dragon, he pressed his snout up against Garnoth's chest. Kaythos sniffed the broad black scales, and then slowly licked them a few times. The feel of Kaythos' hot, velvet tongue against his chest made Garnoth shudder in delight, his scales rustling a little. As Kaythos lapped at his friend's chest, he gently touched Garnoth's erection with a single paw. He didn't grasp it, just brushed it with the pads of his fingers a few times. Garnoth whimpered, flaring up his frills.

"You're a damn tease," Garnoth said, growling a little.

"Seems that way, doesn't it," Kaythos replied, smirking. "Not like I ever had a chance to tease anyone before."

"That's the only reason I'm putting up with it."

Kaythos tilted his grey-horned head back a little to peer up at the bigger dragon. He smirked. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

Kaythos pulled his head back, and his paw as well. Ignoring Garnoth's whimpering protest, he began to strut around the bigger dragon. First he walked a complete circle around Garnoth, looking him over but not actually touching him. The second circuit he completed, he began to tease Garnoth a little more. He ran a paw over his hind leg, stroked the top of his tail base, licked at his wings a little. Then the third time he moved around the dragon, he added a bit of a confident swagger, and began to press himself to Garnoth.

Soon it was as if the two of them were stuck together. Kaythos slowly circled the dragon, pressed against him the entire time. Scales sliding against scales, sensitive wing membranes touching scales and the other's wings. Kaythos nuzzled Garnoth's unsheathed and quite hard maleness on one pass. Then quite boldly or so he liked to think, he even licked the pointed tip of it, delighted with the way it made Garnoth gasp in surprise. The last go around, he climbed halfway up Garnoth's back to lick at the back of his neck, and then his velvety ears, one front paw braced on the black dragon's wing joint.

Garnoth groaned happily at the attention, but he couldn't help laughing a little as well. He tilted his head back to grin at his friend, purring to him. "You're insane."

"I don't have to do this for you, you know," Kaythos reminded him, then licked his ear again. "Besides, if I'm going to do this with you, I might as well enjoy myself and have a little fun with it, right?"

"No argument here," Garnoth said, then laughed a little more. "Just never had anyone climb up on my back to lick my ears and neck before."

"But isn't that sorta what you'd do with your female?"

"I guess so..." Garnoth said then trailed off. "Hey! I'm not the female here!"

"Neither am I," Kaythos said, laughing. He hopped down off Garnoth's back, and brushed himself against the other dragon as he walked around in front of him once more, tail sliding along Garnoth's outer haunch. "So just shut up and enjoy yourself before I decide to stop."

Garnoth decided Kaythos had a pretty good point, and shut his snout.

Kaythos came to stand in front of the black dragon again. This time, he pressed the top of his grey-horned head against Garnoth's chest, so that he was staring down at the other dragon's erection. From that vantage, it truly did look like some sort of fearsome weapon. Jutting up at him, pointed and wicked looking. Crimson as though stained with the blood of the many creatures it had impaled.

Kaythos started laughing. He couldn't help it, that idea was just too ludicrously funny. Imagine, Garnoth actually stabbing someone to death with his cock. Sure, it was big but it wasn't that big. And if he tried to stab someone with it was almost certainly going to hurt Garnoth more then anyone else. Other then the act of "stabbing" someone during mating, he supposed.

"Hey!" Garnoth yelped when Kaythos started laughing. He repeated what Kaythos had said earlier, grinning. "It's not that small!"

Kaythos laughed a little more, still staring at the thing. "No, it's definitely not. It's bigger then mine, for sure. I was actually just thinking yours really does look like a weapon."

"I think we went over this already, didn't we?"

"Doesn't mean I have to stop thinking it," Kaythos said as he let his tongue play out against the other male's scales.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Garnoth murmured.

Kaythos smiled to himself, deciding to stop talking for a bit. He began to openly lavish Garnoth's body with his tongue's attention. Kaythos licked at the black dragon's scales, crossing his cloudy blue eyes a little to watch his own pink tongue slide forth and caress the inky blackness that coated the other dragon's body. Garnoth hesitantly lifted a paw and held it over Kaythos' snout. When Kaythos didn't stop him, Garnoth gently placed it against the smaller dragon's muzzle, and began to stroke it. Kaythos purred for him, having his muzzle stroked gently actually felt pretty good.

Very, very gradually, Kaythos began to work his tongue downwards. It was a very slow process, licking an inch lower at a time. Often Kaythos spent long moments lapping at the same spot on Garnoth's chest, or his belly. Sometimes Kaythos shifted his head a little to lick at the scales along Garnoth's rib cage, or beneath his wings, or down nearer a hind leg. All of the attention soon had Garnoth harder then ever, before long the big dragon was afraid his shaft was doing to flush so dark it would end up purple for the rest of his life. The way Kaythos was lavishing loving attention on him made Garnoth wish he'd spent this much time teasing Kaythos.

As Kaythos licked the other dragon, he lifted one of his paws and gently wrapped his fingers around Garnoth's cock. The other dragon felt immense in his paw, hot and hard and smooth. Granted, the only dragon's penis Kaythos had ever held was his own and it was hardly impressive, at least in his own mind. Garnoth's felt as though it filled his paw completely, especially when he squeezed at the ridges around it's base. Garnoth gasped in delight, his own paw trembling atop Kaythos' muzzle. Kaythos began to stroke the bigger dragon's tool. Kaythos ran his warm and velvet-soft paw pads up to the organ's pointed tip and back down to those raised ridges, just above Garnoth's retracted sheath and hefty balls. The warm pleasure made Garnoth tense, and Kaythos felt sharp claw tips prickling at his snout a little as Garnoth nearly unsheathed them.

"Careful with the claws," Kaythos murmured. For emphasis he bit gently against Garnoth's belly, letting the bigger dragon feel something sharp against his own scales.

"S-sorry," Garnoth stammered, retracting his claws.

Kaythos didn't mention the stammer, but he certainly noticed it. It intrigued him. Normally Garnoth was so composed, so in control of himself. He knew Garnoth had experience playing with female dragons, he knew Garnoth had been sucked off by them before. Hell, with Garnoth's luck he'd probably even been on their backs thrusting inside them. It made Kaythos wonder if Garnoth was as nervously excited when females were playing with him as he was when his own friend was the one giving him pleasure. Perhaps it was just because they were both males? Maybe he was worried this would change something between them? Kaythos told himself then and there to make sure nothing changed. Kaythos valued his friendship with Garnoth greatly, he certainly didn't want it to get "weird". Though, he also wouldn't mind it if they got to do this for each other now and then either.

Kaythos soon lowered himself onto his belly as his head moved ever lower. Now as he licked at Garnoth's lower belly the pebbly, sky blue scales of Kaythos' chin occasionally brushed the tapered tip of the bigger dragon's pleasure spear. Kaythos continued to stroke it from it's very tip to it's very base, but he was careful to only stroke it slowly. He knew Garnoth had been aroused a while, and he knew the other dragon had been playing with himself, so he didn't want to accidentally set Garnoth off early.

Once on his belly, he no longer had to support himself with his other front paw, so he reached out and took Garnoth's balls into his grasp. Now Kaythos was not only openly exploring the dragon's scales with his tongue, but also stroking Garnoth with one paw and caressing his balls with the other. Kaythos pressed his snout against Garnoth's inner thigh, lapping at the smaller, fine scales there near where it met his body. Moisture dribbled from the tip of Garnoth's maleness, and Kaythos began to rub the dragon's pre against his shaft, slickening it further.

The pleasure had Garnoth shifting his weight back and forth. Every agonizingly slow stroke Kaythos gave him made Garnoth moan again. And each croon of delight and desire for more made Kaythos want to stroke him even more slowly. So he did. Kaythos dragged his paw up Garnoth's erection then slowly worked the fleshy red haft back down, squeezing it the whole time so that his paw might mimic the feel and action of slowly, passionately thrusting into a female's sex. From the way it made Garnoth moan and whimper, Kaythos thought he was doing a pretty good job.

Kaythos pulled his head back, admiring the other dragon's mating organs. The young black dragon's erection stood taller and prouder then ever, his plump black testicles hung a little more snugly as they'd tightened up in growing excitement. Kaythos lowered his head down to the ground and began lashing the black dragon's balls with the same delightful attention from his tongue he'd been giving Garnoth's scales.

As Kaythos started to lick Garnoth's balls, Garnoth trembled in ecstasy, his claws clenching to fists against the sands on which he sat. Kaythos licked the left orb first, lifting it a little with his tongue before letting it drop back down. Then he licked the right stone, doing the same. Back and forth he went, licking only one of the dragon's balls at a time. Often he lifted them with his tongue, other times he simply ran the hot, velvety muscle against the sack, caressing it with waves of warm delight. As he licked the dragon's jewels, Kaythos kept stroking Garnoth's member, squeezing it. He twisted his paw around the base of it to caress and tease the sensitive ridges there, and that coupled with the way he was lapping at the dragon's eggs nearly sent Garnoth over the edge.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" Garnoth moaned.

"Not yet you're not," Kaythos said, grinning, then quickly pulled his paw and muzzle away.

Garnoth whimpered in disappointment, and started to reach for his own tool.

"If you get yourself off right now I'll punch you in the balls and go home," Kaythos warned, quite seriously.

"Oh, alright. We'll do it your way," Garnoth muttered, though in truth he was quite delighted that Kaythos wanted to do it for him.

"Good boy," Kaythos said, patting the dragon's nuts with a paw, making them sway. "I still owe you that smack, though. I'm just putting it off for now."

Garnoth just grinned down at him. He took a few deep breaths to let his body pull itself back from the edge of release. When he was ready, he reached out and gently stroked Kaythos' snout, as if to let him know it was alright to return to his oral attentions. He wasn't going to burst just yet. Though he wasn't sure just how much more he could take, even pausing like that.

Kaythos smiled at his friend, and then gently licked Garnoth's paw a few times, before he pushed it away. He was going to use his mouth now, and he didn't want Garnoth's movements to accidentally cause him to involve his teeth, too. Kaythos slowly parted his jaws, and very carefully used his tongue to pull one of Garnoth's balls into his maw. Garnoth gave a cute little hiss of nervous excitement as wet heat suddenly surrounded his left testicle. It was still a little sore from the squeezing earlier, and being sucked upon was a wonderful balm for it's ache.

Kaythos wrapped his paw around Garnoth's tool, this time only stroking it lightly. Kaythos didn't want to set the young dragon off just yet. Instead, he simply used his paw to tease the dragon, to keep him at the peak of arousal without letting him go one step too far. Holding Garnoth's testicle in his muzzle, he sucked at it the way the black dragon had done for him. Kaythos gently lashed at it with his tongue, rolling the velvet muscle all around that trapped orb, careful not to touch sharp teeth to sensitive flesh.

After long moments of sucking and licking, he let the plump dragon egg fall back into place hanging beneath Garnoth's unsheathed member. Then Kaythos nuzzled at Garnoth's balls a moment before drawing the other one into his snout. Just as he had for it's twin, he firmly sucked that precious life-giving orb, and rolled his tongue around it's fat oval silhouette for a while. The feeling was incredible for Garnoth, his eyes had damn near glazed over by the time Kaythos finally let it fall from his maw.

Kaythos was a little surprised by how easily all this came to him. He thought he'd be a lot more nervous about licking his friend's genitals. When he paused to think about it, it made his stomach twist. Not in revulsion, nothing of the sort. Just in anxiety, he was actually licking another male's testicles. He supposed the fact it didn't bother him should probably tell him something about himself, though the mere fact that he'd already let himself get so lost in the moment told him far more. No sense in stopping now.

Kaythos let go of Garnoth's cock and pulled his paw back. He lifted his head just a little bit, let his tongue slip out and then began to lick at Garnoth's ridges. Each flick of the dragon's hot tongue made Garnoth gasp or whimper; those ridges were so sensitive. After a few moments of lapping exclusively at the ridges, Kaythos began to lift his head and work his tongue against the rest of Garnoth's unsheathed member.

Just as before when he'd worked his tongue all the way down Garnoth's chest and belly, Kaythos took his time working back up from the dragon's balls to the tip of his impressive length. For every inch his muzzle ascended, Kaythos paid it special attention as if it were the most important inch of the dragon's entire mating tool. Every inch got it's own set of slow, loving licks until finally Kaythos had reached the very tip of it. There, he swept his tongue in slow, lazy, circles, lavishing bliss upon that pointed tip and the slight, spear like flare just beyond it.

Garnoth was nearly stunned. He was left squirming upon his haunches, the pleasure almost too much to bare. He was so close to cumming, but each time he murmured that he was close, Kaythos pulled his head back a little, and left Garnoth to pant in desire. Then it was once more back to swirling his tongue around the end of Garnoth's cock, or slowly licking it back down towards it's base. Now and then he went back to worshipping the black dragon's balls with his tongue again, and simply teased his iron-hard erection with a few strokes, or soft caresses from his paw.

Whenever Kaythos wasn't teasing his cock, Garnoth had a wonderful view of the smaller dragons muzzle and tongue working his balls. He was surprised to find just how cute the lean young dragon looked with his tapered blue muzzle pressed up against Garnoth's plump black balls. Now and then the fat ebony eggs even rested atop that cute blue snout. Garnoth loved the sight of it. Just as he loved it when he got to watch Kaythos slowly slide his pink tongue all the way up the bigger dragon's ruby toned shaft. Sometimes he reached out to stroke Kaythos' muzzle, or gently rub him right between his gently ridged gray horns.

Honestly, he didn't know what the females were missing. Garnoth was sure that Kaythos would look very cute and sexy to any female with his muzzle pressed between her thighs, his tongue rolling over her folds or plunging into her slit. Perhaps he'd have to try and make that happen for his friend.

For long minutes, Kaythos continued to pleasure Garnoth without ever letting him reach his peak. He worked his tongue up the dragon's cock, swirled around it's tip, even gently sucked upon the very end of it before licking it once more all the way back down. Yet anytime Garnoth was getting close again, Kaythos came to a swift and at least for Garnoth, frustrating stop.

By the third time Kaythos had once more reached the tip of Garnoth's dark red arched length, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to stop Garnoth from creaming much longer. He swirled his tongue around the pointed head of the young dragon's now painfully hard erection a single time, then had to pull back as it pulsed violently. Kaythos let him catch his breath for a few moments, and grinned at him.

"There's no way I can fit that thing in my muzzle," he said with a laugh. "But, I can suck some of it, anyway."

Garnoth gently stroked his friend's neck with a paw, smiling down at him. "Honestly? ...I'm honored you've gone this far. You could finish me off with your hind paw or just watch me finish myself off, and I'd be just as satisfied."

Kaythos leaned into his friend's paw. The stroking felt good. He purred a little, running a single digit around the outside of his friend's minor flare. "That's nice to know. But, fair's fair. Just...try not to drown me. I almost drowned you, so don't expect me to take much more then a spurt."

Garnoth laughed, his wings shaking and his erection bobbling. "It doesn't taste that bad. I promise."

"Mine doesn't, you mean. I dunno about yours," Kaythos said with a playful grin. "Besides, I was talking about volume."

"Yeah, well, you're on your own there."

Kaythos grinned a little more, and decided it was probably time for his friend to finally get the release he'd surely earned by this point. Granted, Kaythos also thought he'd earned a lot more ball squeezing then he'd gotten considering that his own pale blue testicles would be sore the rest of the day, but he could always get his friend back that way after he got his friend back for the more enjoyable things he'd done.

Kaythos shifted himself a little bit, pushing his head forward and tilting it down till his grey, arched horns were pressed against the black scales of Garnoth's lower belly. Kaythos opened his muzzle, and let his tongue hang out a little to serve as both cushion and guide for Garnoth's most private, sensitive flesh. Slowly as he could, he eased his snout downwards until he felt Garnoth's hot, unprotected flesh against his tongue. Garnoth drew in a sharp breath, though he'd been sucked before, it always seemed like such a wonderful surprise when someone was actually willing to take him into their muzzle. And he'd never had another male do it until now.

Kaythos did his best to imitate what Garnoth had done for him earlier. Using his tongue and careful placement of his head, he pushed his muzzle down around Garnoth's cock as far he could. Though the other dragon had felt huge in his paw, he felt truly massive in Kaythos' muzzle. In part because he'd never put something so large in his mouth before, and in part because while Kaythos was one of the smaller dragons their age, Garnoth was one of the larger. Kaythos pushed down as far as he could, till he felt as though he were about to gag if he went any further. Much as he might have wanted his friend to feel the same all-encompassing pleasure he had, he simply couldn't do it. At least not this time.

Though when Kaythos slipped his paw under his snout, he was pleasantly surprised to find he was only leaving out the last few inches, essentially the other dragon's ridges. He could work those with his paw. And from the almost otherworldly way Garnoth moaned as Kaythos took him into his muzzle, from the way his whole, black scaled body shook in happiness, it was clear Garnoth certainly wasn't worried about those last few inches making it inside. After all, the rest of his cock was absolutely wrapped in warm, wet velvet bliss.

Slowly, Kaythos began to pull his snout back, sucking the whole time. When he heard his own little slurping sound, he had to fight not to laugh. It sounded funny, he couldn't help it. Gods, he'd never imagined himself doing this for another male. Though, he'd certainly spent his own seed in his paw imagining females doing this for him plenty of times. He eased his head back about halfway, swirling his tongue around the last few inches of Garnoth's shaft, and then pressed himself back down as far as he could. As he began to try and work into some kind of sexual rhythm, Kaythos tried to mimic what Garnoth had done for him earlier. He tried to keep his tongue involved, rolling it against the underside of Garnoth's cock. He also used his tongue to press Garnoth's shaft up against the roof of his mouth now and then. It felt odd to have something tickling his palate that way, but he knew from experience now that the ridges there would provide excellent stimulation.

With one paw, he began to rub Garnoth's ridges. Blue fingers stroked red ridges up and down and then in little circular motions around the base of Garnoth's shaft. As Kaythos was laying on his belly, his other paw was free as well. He took Garnoth's hefty black balls into his powder blue paw, and began to massage the tender orbs, rolling them around against his paw pad, feeling them tighten in his grasp.

Kaythos pulled his head back, rolled his tongue around Garnoth's draconic cock, and then began to slide his muzzle back down. Soon, Garnoth had the mesmerizing sexual view of Kaythos' pebbly scaled, sky blue snout bobbling gently up and down Garnoth's rigid, slightly arched draconic erection. Now that Kaythos had found a sort of primal, if inexperienced rhythm, the pleasure the black dragon felt grew and grew. It rolled across him in waves of warm, wonderful ecstasy. Waves that grew and grew in intensity with every motion of the blue dragon's head and neck until finally they had attained the unstoppable force of a towering tsunami of pure bliss.

"I'm! I'm gonna! I'm gonna cum!" Garnoth nearly shouted, tossing his head. "I'm gonna cuuuum!"

This time Kaythos didn't try and prevent the other dragon's orgasm. Rather, he encouraged it. Kaythos began to bob his muzzle on the black dragons cock as swiftly as possible, sucking as hard as he could. With his paws, stroked those ridges firmly and quickly, kneading the dragon's suddenly tight balls at the same time. He felt Garnoth pulse in his muzzle, the dragon's heartbeat showing through the sudden throbbing of his most sensitive organ. Kaythos did what he could to prepare himself, but there was no way he could have been ready for the first time another dragon came inside his snout. After all, if Garnoth couldn't handle it when Kaythos exploded, how could the smaller dragon hope to contain the release of the larger male?

Garnoth threw his head back, roaring his delight as he came, inadvertently thrusting himself against Kaythos. Kaythos nearly gagged on his release, and was instinctively pulling back as soon as the first spurt came. But he had only pulled back about halfway, Garnoth's cock was like a red volcano erupting directly into Kaythos' snout. The intial burst was enough to fill his muzzle with white hot, sticky dragon seed, nearly chocking him. As he'd imagined the taste while odd and not something he was sure he'd seek out was hardly disgusting. It was simply intense and quite a bit saltier then he might have expected. But as he feared the problem was volume. Before he'd even had a chance to pull his snout away Garnoth's second, stronger spurt had already unleashed another torrent of male dragon cream. It splattered against the ridged roof of Kaythos' mouth and into the back of his throat, forcing him to swallow some of it down just to keep breathing.

Kaythos finally managed to yank his head back, freeing the other dragon's cock from inside his muzzle just in time for the third spurt of egg-making dragon goo to splatter in a haphazard line all the way up Kaythos' snout, between his cloudy gray eyes and gently ridged horns. He knew well enough that no male wanted the stimulation that had brought them to orgasm to stop in the middle of it, so even as he pulled his snout back he made sure to keep stroking with the paw he'd been using to tease Garnoth's ridges.

Kaythos tried to move out of the line of fire as he stroked Garnoth swift and hard, but it was not to be. The force of Kaythos' intense stroking caused Garnoth's orgasm-tightened balls to loosen up a little bit more, and sent the black orbs bouncing back and forth between the dragon's hind legs. That same force also caused the resulting jets of seed to shoot in almost every direction. Some of it splattered against Kaythos neck, and chest, some of it even managed to speckle his pale blue wings with white blotches here and there.

After long seconds, Garnoth's powerful spurts gave way to exhausted dribbles, the last bit of the dragon's seed simply running down his shaft, and across Kaythos' fingers. When Garnoth slumped over onto his side, and Kaythos paw was nicely streaked with wet lines both whitish and clear, Kaythos finally let Garnoth's shaft go.

Garnoth lay on his side on the ground, panting heavily. His scaly black body rose and fell swiftly, and for a moment Kaythos just grinned at him. He could scarcely believe what he'd just done. Not that he regretted it. In fact, it had been pretty fun. He'd do it again, he thought, given the chance. Especially if it meant Garnoth would do it again for him, too.

"I think you win this round," Garnoth finally said between pants.

Kaythos tilted his horned head, peering at his friend. He pushed himself up to his hind quarters, and curled his tail around himself. The bits of liquid heat on his head and body were slowly cooling. "Whatcha mean?"

"I mean, I got you off pretty fast. You made me wait for it. You were...really good at that, actually. So I guess you win!"

"Oh," Kaythos murmured, grinning sheepishly. The end of his snout and his ears were soon flushing a reddish purple hue. He was a little embarrassed now. "I didn't know it was a contest. Just...sorta having fun."

Garnoth gave a satisfied moan. "Yeah. Lotsa fun. Thanks, buddy."

The casual way Garnoth said that made Kaythos laugh. "You're welcome. I'll give you a minute to catch your breath, then I'm gonna give you that smack in the nuts."

Garnoth winced and groaned a little, shifting a little to rub his black eggs in sympathy, his mating tool finally retreating into it's ebony enclosure. "That sounded a lot more tolerable when I was hard as a rock."

Kaythos laughed as he pushed himself back to all four paws. "Maybe I'll give you a break for a little while. But I owe you one, and you gotta stand there and let me do it."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess so."

Grinning, Kaythos waded back into the water, and soon submerged himself once more. Using his paws and the fresh water, he worked to clean all the evidence of their little game from his face, head and wings as well as the rest of his body. Not that he felt ashamed by what they'd done, but he didn't want to march back into the tribe and announce to the world he'd just sucked Garnoth's cock, either.

Kaythos came back up for a breath, and Garnoth hissed at him.

"Kaythos!"

Kaythos looked over to find Garnoth had pushed himself up onto all fours, and was now hunkered down in the sort of crouch that made him look as though he was about to get into a fight. His spines were all flared up, wings half extended, claws out. The sudden shift in both his posture and the tone of his voice made Kaythos' spines flare up as well.

"What is it?" He hissed back at his friend.

"Across the stream, down the way a little. Someone's watching us."

Kaythos turned, and scanned the stream bank for a little ways. At first he didn't see anything, but then movement caught his eye. Something shifted behind the brush. He caught a glimpse of something that looked like fur, and something else that looked like...feathers? Then it vanished into the brush.

"I think it's a gryphon," Kaythos said with a hiss of his own. He'd rarely seen one up close before, but like most of their kind he didn't exactly trust them if they were skulking about in the forest. If he'd come with peaceful intentions, surely he'd have just come out and announced himself, or gone straight to the tribe's home. "Maybe he's a spy!"

"Yeah..." Garnoth licked his muzzle. "Yeah! Come on, let's get him!"

Before Kaythos could stop him, Garnoth took off after the gryphon. He dashed across the stream, splashing water in all directions. Sunlight flickered off the droplets in a beautiful, momentary rainbow as the black dragon sprinted across a shallow area of the creek. Then Garnoth plunged into the brush across the water, and a moment later, he'd vanished into the forest.

"Garnoth! Garnoth, wait!" Kaythos called out after him, but there was no reply.

"Damn it, Garnoth!" Kaythos said, hissing in rising anger and concern. He couldn't just let his friend dash off after some sneaky gryphon without back up, could he? Of course not. What if Garnoth got into a serious fight and needed help? Garnoth was more then a match for any dragon their age, but for all they knew that was a fully adult gryphon with plenty of real battle experience. Even Garnoth hadn't ever gotten into the sort of fight where teeth and claws were used to wound and even kill. No way in hell he'd let Garnoth get himself killed if he could do anything to stop it.

Kaythos quickly crossed the stream, took a deep breath, and plunged into the forest.