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The train was going slowly on the railroad. There wasn't a lot of people at this period of the week : it was thursday, and the famous train line from Geneva to Lyon was quite crowded on weekends only. Sitting on one of the many empty seats, a young man was starring at the outside and the rain heavily falling against the windows.

Stelan was a tall man in his early twenties. He had mid-long brown hair falling in his green. He was coming back from his main home, meaning the one where his parents were leaving. He was coming from one of the most beautiful places of France : the Land of the Mont-Blanc as they call it. He always admired the magnificent mountains which were surrounding his house. He also spent a lot of time hiking from a summit to another, always staying in a middle mountain level. He always day dreamed about going up to the summit of the Mont-Blanc, but not in a usual way. He wanted to fly, to climb it using another shape, the one of a dragon. Yes, Stelan was also admiring those fantastic creatures. He was also proud of his different tastes. He always has been different from people he used to live with. He always thought about dragons, in every way. If he could bring more dragons related things in his life, then he felt free to do so.

The train stopped. Lyon Part-Dieu. He needed to take his pack and leave the train. He went down the station and waited a few minutes before his next train showed up on the many screens. When the led lights turn on to show the platform, he ran : he wanted to be quick so he could avoid the assault of all the people who were taking the same train as him. It was rather stressing. The stress was also something Stelan used to know. Since he started his studies in graphic design five years ago, he had always a lot of work to. For himself, for school, for professional projects. He wished he could be released from this situation, and have a new life. A one he could enjoy, or at least have someone to spend lovely time with.

The train came in. It stopped. The doors opened and he sat at the first seat he could find. As he would leave the train at the first station, he didn't want to take uselessly a seat for just ten minutes of train. Outside, the rain was still falling heavily, and Stelan was pondering about a lot things. At first, how school would be on this new school year. What will they work on, will he pass his exams, will he get his diploma... The first year has been quite good to him. After four years into a famous school to study graphic design, he left it for another to get a higher diploma. This meant he had to leave the village he was living in for a city. A city near to Lyon, which was not that bad. He had his flat, he lived as he wanted, did what he wanted. It allowed him to be more free to be himself.

Stelan had a problem when he was still at his parents' home. He had a rather intensive sexual need that he couldn't fulfill, due to that fact he was a latex fetishist. He discovered it randomly as he was browsing the web. At first, he always fantasized with hentai pictures. It's after a few months that he discovered the furry fandom, which he joined happily to find people who had the same weird fantasizes as him. It helped him to be even more himself as he created his own fursona, a goo dragon. After some time, while browsing the furry websites, he also discovered a passion for the latex. After that, he always pondered about goo creatures made of living liquid latex, using tentacles to have fun with him... He was surprised by the power of his mind in terms of creativity when it came to kinky practices. Stelan also joined latex communities but he would not find people near him to share his kinks. In fact, it was more of a problem for him to meet latex fetishists : how would he interest people without any gear to wear ?

The thunder rumbled and Stelan was staring at the dark clouds. The rain was always making him nostalgic somehow, but he never knew why. The train came to the station and stopped, allowing the young man step out. Desert. The first word which came into Stelan's mind. No one around, no lights, no cars. He waited for the bus which would bring him into the centre of Villefontaine, where he would find again his flat after two months of a long summer.

The next morning, Stelan woke up at seven. The alarm clock was ringing loudly. Stelan always feared he would not wake up in time, that's why he always took his precautions. He took a quick breakfast, a shower, slowly going back on his daily morning routine. The fact of going back to school was also making happy : he would find again his classmates.

He put his backpack on and left his flat. Today was going to be a good day. The sun was warming up the sad looking city, making Stelan smile : since he came in this town, he always hated it. It was all grey, all seeming to come from the eighties, and in fact it was. But the buildings had never been touched since. The school was rather the same. But he found out that the architect was the same who built his high school. Those small things he could find from time to time always made him smile. He walked along the bridge crossing the Villefontaine Boulevard which was directly going into the school. There, he turned on his left and went down into the underground of the school, which was in fact the design centre of the school. There were several diplomas you could get while studying there. Stelan got to see his classmates :

«Hi guys !» waved Stelan happily

«Hey, Stelan ! How have you been ? said Kevin, his best friend.»

«Okay here, spent a long summer working, as you know ! What about you ? We didn't hear from you on Facebook !»

«I travelled a lot with my parents. We went to Norway, it was great ! Landscapes are something you must see !»

Stelan nodded and also checked the information board on the wall next to the door of the classroom.

«Hey, it seems we have a newcomer in the class !» said Kevin.

«It seems so. Gordon, from Canada ? Why the hell would someone from Canada come to study here ?»

A voice in his back took a playful tone to answer :

«Because my parents left our country and we decided to live here now !»

Stelan jumped slightly and felt a bit silly.

«Heeehehehe, hello !» He tried to say, a bit embarrassed.

«My name's Gordon, but I think you guessed that !»

He smiled at Stelan, his blue eyes staring at him. Gordon was rather tall and even taller than Stelan, but thinner. He also had a full but short beard. His hair parted on the right side. He was welcomed by the two friends.

The doors opened and the teachers allowed the students to come in. They took place around the teacher's desk, and the new school year started.

«I'd like firstly to introduce Gordon, who'll be with us this year. He was studying graphic design in Canada but is now studying with you, and I hope you'll welcome him and help him if needed !» said the teacher.

The first day was always the best for Stelan. The only day when you have to be in school and do nothing. After the usual long speech of the teacher, they were free to go to the cafeteria and eat. They got to talk with Gordon about the Canada, comparing his old situation to his new one.

«I used to spend my time with friendly living giant plushes» he said.

«Heh, what are you talking about ?» said Camille, curious but also not sure to understand.

«Do you know the furry fandom ?» Stelan's attention was caught, but he didn't say anything. He was in the fandom for the community, the fursuits, and the happy hugs, but also for other personal purposes, and he didn't want to sound like a pervy one in front of his friends.

«Never heard of it !» The other nodded as they didn't know anything about it. Stelan nodded too, hiding the truth about his fursona. Gordon took time to explain everything, but avoided as expected by Stelan the sexual aspect of the fandom.

The afternoon went well. The student were freed from school around 3 PM. Stelan Gordon, Kevin and a few other decided to go next to the lake so they could enjoy the warm sun and talk about their summer.

As they walked, Stelan got his phone and checked some websites. Among them he also got to check some furry and kink websites. Gordon got to see as he was walking just next to him but didn't dare to say anything about it. He just grinned, his mind full of good ideas for things to come.

The afternoon went quickly to its end. The group of student soon disappeared and each other went back to his own flat. Stelan did as usual, turned on his computer, and checked his usual websites. On a latex community, he was surprised to get a friend request. «The Irate Fox asked to be friend with you». Stelan checked by curiosity his profile. He found an interesting profile with rather intense photos. This guy who was part of the fandom it seems, shared the same fetishes. His profile said he was coming from the Canada. It made Stelan a bit sad to know all the fun was out of his own country.

He never have been able to enjoy his fetishes with someone, but always by himself. He got himself an S-10 gas mask and a simple full lycra suit. Latex was too much expensive for him, and he just couldn't buy anything else.

To the simple view of the pictures, he had to jerk off. His pant was bulging as his cock was hardening. He brought his lycra suit and his S-10. He took off his clothes and was soon nude. The lycra suit, opened, he slowly pull one foot, then another in. He stood up and then put the arms in the plastic fibers cloth. The zipper closed, he was now fully black from neck to toe, his hard on raging against the material. He felt the urge to touch it. He needed to bring himself over the edge but he also wanted to experience it fully with his gear. The young man opened the gas mask and put it on. The tubes connected, he put it inside the crotch zipper and opened just to free his cock. He was not that big, but not too small, but Stelan knew he was smaller than the average men of his age. Breathing hardly due to his mask, he slowly teased his cock his gloved left hand. He pressed slightly the cockhead, staring at the pictures on the screen. His cock jumped as he was imagining himself restrained into those tight latex suit he was seeing, and then his furry side took him to another level of need. He started to rub his cock up and down, imagining the suit being a trap. He would love to feel the loss of control over a tight latex suit, teasing him endlessly and he couldn't do anything about it. That thought alone could have brought him to climax, but he slowed down. He loved to make himself edge. But it was rather hard to keep control of his pace. He was soon jerking off again, but going wilder and wilder. The slow breath made him feel all the greater, the pleasure overwhelming his body. He kept going at it, moaning loud in his gas mask. He quickly came, and cum was smeared on his lycra suit. He breathed deeply, slowly rubbing his cock, recovering in the afterglow of this short session. If something was missing during this summer, it was his gear he loved to play with.