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--1

"So, what kinda fun did you two have planned, huh?" Dra was well aware of the fact that he was sealing his fate by asking a question like that to two of the most notoriously gay boys he knew - and if he wasn't sealing his fate, he was certainly asking for it. In the middle of unzipping his backpack, kneeling near a corner of the cabin's cozy den that he had delegated to be his, he was prone, and this fact was swiftly abused.

The effeminate zebra Stripes hugged the drake from behind, his shapely legs to either side of the dragon's body, his pelvis benignly pressed between his shoulderblades. He planted his hands on the dragon's shoulders and then bent over him, hanging upside-down in the draconian creature's face; in this position, Stripes bumped noses with Dra. "The kind of stuff a straight and manly guy like you enjoys," he cooed, rubbing his nose against the dragon's own with an exuberance a truly straight man would have found insufferable, but Dra tolerated it with a gentle chuckle - though after this good-natured sound, he writhed his way out from under the zebra, who took the hint and backpedaled a step.

"I reiterate, what kinda stuff would that be?" Dra persisted, pulling a few items from his bag; a portable gaming system, a stick of deodorant, and a pair of swim trunks.

"Skinny dipping," Skye offered, a cute and sincere smile on his lips. This creature was a fox, a kitsune in his orange summer coat, to be more specific, and he rivaled Stripes in terms of being an endearing and slender twink. "Or s'mores - those are really good. Definitely something you'd have on a getaway like this, too. I brought the stuff for those!"

"Skinny dipping and s'mores - those are your ideas of manly and straight?" Dra calmly asked, putting back everything but the swim trunks, and then he zipped up his bag. While he did so, he looked over his shoulder, and he regarded Skye with a small and incredulous smile.

"Straight or not, you gotta admit that it's awesome wading around naked in a clean, cool lake, and then eating graham crackers with gooey chocolate and marshmallows afterward," Stripes said dreamily, though this inflection wasn't directed at Dra nor Skye; he was simply infatuated with the idea.

"Yeah, yeah!" Skye concurred with a grin, his twin tails swishing behind his back. "Especially if you swim in the moonlight and eat the s'mores by a campfire." He licked his lips at the thought of the treats and the clandestine thrill of a nude, moonlit swim, and then he took to one of Dra's flanks. Stripes took his cue and pressed to the other, and together, they peppered the blue drake's cheeks with kisses and fond nuzzles. Dra endured the sudden affection with the calm reserve of an older brother, yet he truly liked the closeness of the effeminate pair, even if actually having sex with the two of them was a taste better acquired when lust overwhelmed him.

"Okay, so, we have the whole weekend ahead of us, we have the cabin and the lake with it - what do you guys want to do first?" Dra asked, wrapping his arms around the two slender creatures, whose bodies resonated with fond sounds, and whom fully embraced their draconian friend for a close cuddle.

"I dunno," Skye admitted.

"You choose," Stripes said, smiling contently to Dra.

--2

That day and the afternoon had been humid, and so at Dra's suggestion, they kept to the indoors until the sun went down. They played a few games of cards - including a round of poker that Stripes and Skye unsuccessfully tried to make into a strip game - and then they watched a movie together. The cabin wasn't outfitted with a TV, but Dra's smartphone worked in a pinch; its' small screen had the added effect of forcing the two twinks to rest their heads in his lap, a position they took to with a notable lack of reluctance, but an even more notable lack of shenanigans. Dra nearly remarked on their chastity, but he didn't want to invite trouble - or admit to wanting them to harass him.

Well beyond sunset, the heat of the day was fast fading, and though some humidity remained, as it was apt to around the lake, it was comfortable outside. Dra remarked to his two effeminate friends - who were busy brushing one another's hair - that he was going to go enjoy a little swim, something he punctuated by waving his swim trunks their way. The twinks sent him off with a wave, and he headed out the porch door.

"What do you think, Stripey?" Skye asked while he slowly dragged the brush down his equine friend's mane.

"I think he's asking for it," the zebra said, turning to look at the kitsune from the corner of his eye. They exchanged cute grins, and then the vulpine creature stood up. He ran a paw through the silky, blue locks of his hair, the loose and split strands since pruned by the brush, leaving only a fine curtain with a lovely sheen.

"I'm gonna go bug him." The kitsune headed for the porch door, but he didn't step out just yet. He instead chose to peer out, and in the moon's glow, he could see the oscillating shimmer on the lake's calm waters, stirred up mostly by Dra's gentle wading, but also by the breeze. "Do you think he still likes to pretend he's straight?"

"Tough to say," Stripes mused, lying back on the floor. He rested his head on his crossed arms, and he closed his eyes. "Does it really matter?"

"Not one bit," Skye said as he opened the door.

--3

As the kitsune padded barefoot down the short and gentle slope of the lake's dirt path, he slid his shirt up and off, which he carried along all the way up to the shore. Here, he dropped the garment, and then he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, which were snug enough on his slim body not to require a belt. These were also discarded in a pile, along with the g-string beneath. With no swim trunks and no concerns, the vulpine creature walked into the water, and when he was deep enough, he calmly waded into the cool azure, out towards Dra.

"Nice night for a swim, huh?" Skye cooed, smoothly paddling his way past Dra's back, who turned to follow the calm voice. He had known it was only a matter of time before one of the twinks chased him out to the lake; that was just what they did.

"It is," Dra agreed, casting a glance up at the moon. In the cloudless sky, its' moody glow lit the water quite romantically, and it let he and Skye see one another in a very flattering way.

"You know," Skye purred, again wading around behind his draconian friend, "I really like spending time with you like this." Then, he hugged the dragon, wrapping his slender, waterlogged arms around the smooth hide of the blue-hued drake's chest.

Dra smiled sheepishly, and he laid his hands over the twink's paws. "Yeah?" he asked, trying to turn his head to look at Skye, turning one way, then the other, but failing to catch him both times.

"Mhm," Skye said, giggling.

"Well, I like it too," Dra agreed, squeezing fondly on the kitsune's paws.

Skye smiled, but it wasn't innocent in any regard. It was for the best that Dra couldn't see it; he would have known that the vulpine was up to no good right there, yet his plans were not a secret for long anyway. "I know you like it," the kitsune cooed, his paws scratching on the drake's chest before writhing out from under his hands. Dra let them go as they wandered down the smooth plane of his belly, and he shivered imperceptibly in anticipation.

His paws moved at a lazy pace beneath the heavy water, but Skye hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the dragon's swim trunks, and then he slowly pulled them downward, but only to his thighs. Then, with one soft paw that moved with grace and reverence, he took hold of the yet-dormant member that had been exposed.

Under the chilled waters, the feeling of Skye's warm, padded paw was made all the more obvious, and Dra cooed with a moan, then rested back against his vulpine friend. He closed his eyes, but Skye kept his open, and he kept that deviant smile on his lips. With motions rendered slow, but somehow more sensual by the weight of the water, Skye rubbed and groped upon the swelling length of Dra's blunt-tipped penis. His other paw operated higher, stroking with fondness that went beyond simple friendship on the drake's chest, rubbing smooth hide and tweaking pert nipples with gestures that were not love, but not entirely lust, either; it was simply the unique kind of trashy desire a person could only feel for a close friend.

When Dra's member was at the apex of its' erection, Skye began to steadily masturbate that throbbing length, slowly stroking upwards and more quickly stroking down, back towards the drake's pelvis. Dra's breathing was slow, but labored, and pocked with gentle moans and soft hisses. Skye countered these pleasurable uttering with cooing moans and affectionate growls, and all the while, his lusting smile didn't falter. He peppered the drake's neck with kisses and nibbling gnaws alike, but he never stopped smiling.

"Do you like that?" Skye asked, his voice timid and sweet, an utter fabrication of emotions meant only to arouse the dragon.

"I do," Dra shuddered, his tail swishing in the water, between Skye's legs. "Mmh, that feels so nice..."

"Aw, I'm glad," Skye giggled, but that sound was genuine. Whether or not he liked to tease and take advantage of Dra's lenient heterosexuality, he did enjoy giving pleasure to his friend. More firmly, he groped on the uniform length of the drake's meat, whose pre dissipated unseen and forgotten into the freshwater.

Dra's breathing began to lose its' composure, but the decline was steady, and inversely proportionate to the pleasure he felt. As that tingling tickled in his loins and shot up his spine in teasing jolts, he panted and huffed with greater frequency, and his moans were more easily given.

Skye just kept pumping, squeezing, rubbing, tweaking, nibbling - anything he could do to help Dra cum. Oh, he and the zebra had naughty plans for Dra and his beautiful body, and there would be much greater liberties taken with his lax sexuality, but at that moment in time, those plans were an eternity away. He was as lost in the moment as Dra was, and he wanted the dragon to get off. "C'mon," he whispered behind the drake's head fins, into the hole of an ear, "just let it go, this one's on me, sweetie."

With just a little bit more coaxing, Dra gasped and kicked back into Skye hard, and this ensuing jerk saw them wade back a few feet. The dragon came, his seed shooting hard into the cool water, where it might have eventually scummed on the surface, but neither of them bothered to look for it. His meat throbbing harder than ever in the kitsune's paw, Dra whined and huffed the praises of his climax, and Skye fondly cooed to and shushed the drake, letting his soft paws usher the dragon into his afterglow, which he entered in absolute contentment.

That hard and gratifying climax at the will of a gay twink perfectly set the mood for the rest of Dra's night, and the weekend to follow.

--4

After his orgasm, Dra was cuddled closely by Skye, and for many enjoyable minutes, no words were spoken. They savored only the light of the moon, the soft lap of the waves; Skye no longer doted on the drake's penis, rather stroking all over the front of his body, the blue gloves of his paws roaming any which place they pleased, with no opposition from the pliable drake.

Only when his afterglow wore thin did Dra break the hypnotic silence, but he did so gently. "Hey, Skye?" he asked, again trying to turn to the face the kitsune - and again failing to look at him.

"Mhm?" Skye murmured, and he knew that their moment together was drawing to a close, but this knowledge didn't cause him any grief.

"This has been fun," he said, underlining his words with a chuckle, "but I think I could use a bite to eat. I'm gonna go have one of those sandwiches we bought."

"No problem," Skye cooed, detaching from Dra's form, wading only a few feet away.

"You want to come along?" Dra asked, pulling his trunks back up.

"Nah - I wanna swim." He shot the dragon a charming, genuine smile, and then he nodded toward the cabin; light cast through the rear window. "I just wanna relax out here, I've been dying for a long swim all year. You go on ahead."

Dra nodded, smiled to Skye, and then calmly paddled his way back to shore, and once there, he grabbed up his discarded clothes. The uphill walk to the cabin was brief, but it gave his scales time to slough off most of the water, and the grass and dirt that stuck to his wet feet was easily scraped off on the mat outside the door. Without even knocking, he went inside.

--5

It didn't come as a surprise to Dra that Stripes lay nude in the floor, reading a magazine which had been in one of the cabinets. It was several years old, and the title on the cover was Northern American Gardening; Dra doubted if he was enjoying it very much.

"Hey," the zebra said, looking up from the dull magazine with no reluctance at all. He smiled brightly at the drake, and got a smile in return. He was entirely unaroused, lying nude only because the isolation of the cabin allowed for such casual disregard for clothing, but when Dra returned, it did occur to him that his nudity would be an advantage.

"Hey yourself," Dra replied, dropping his clothes where he stood, digging into the bag of fast food they'd grabbed on their way out to the cabin; the bag read SUBWAY in noxious, yellow lettering, and the dragon unwrapped a sub sandwich he had bought for himself. "Interesting reading material, there?" he asked after swallowing his first bite, a friendly smile on his face.

"Oh, yes - very interesting," Stripes said flatly, and then he stuck his tongue out at Dra, who laughed softly.

"You could've played with my DS if you wanted," the dragon remarked, and then he took another bite.

Stripes sat up, enjoyed a long stretch, and then stood. "I think if I'm gonna play with something of yours, it won't be a silly video game," the effeminate zebra grinned, and he stepped closer to the dragon, his well-groomed hooves making a healthy, resounding clop on the hardwood floors.

Dra blushed, then grinned, and he retreated into his sandwich. Stripes clasped his hands behind his back, a smile most coy on his lips. After the dragon swallowed another bite, the zebra grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the sandwich, and he pushed it to the side. Then, with Dra's blushing muzzle unobstructed, he leaned close enough that their noses bumped.

"Stripes..." Dra murmured, attempting to sound uneasy, but failing; his voice actually trembled slightly, the lust all too apparent.

"That's what they call me," Stripes murred to the drake. He kissed Dra on the lips once, and then again; Dra returned that smooch. Stripes teased him with a grinding of noses, and then he licked the dragon's cheek.

"What was that for?" Dra asked, bearing a tiny grin.

"You had mustard on your face," Stripes admitted, grinning back. "How big is that sandwich?" the zebra coyly asked, tilting his head.

"Six inches," Dra replied, his own expression wary, but smiling.

"I could make a really bad joke about how I have a foot-long for you," Stripes said, "or you could put that sandwich down and just grab what you're really hungry for."

So Dra dropped the sandwich into its' wrapper, and he hugged the equine twink's body.

--6

Stripes didn't go in for a tongue-sharing kiss immediately; he instead made his draconian friend more pliable with a peppering of smooches on his lips. When Dra started to eagerly return those shallow kisses, the zebra gave him one that was more deep and lasting, pressing their lips together, easing his hot tongue into the drake's mouth.

Dra took the kiss in submission, but he tried to be assertive with his hands. He stroked up and down the striped flanks of the cute twink, now and again allowing his grip to reach the lovable, yet not overly-pronounced hips and similarly beautiful ass, but he was not so apt to explore there in great detail.

Stripes tried to encourage Dra's exploration, rewarding what little he did with sucks and laps in his tender maw while his own soft and feminine hands unabashedly took what they pleased. They groped the dragon's shapely behind, first through the damp swim trunks, and then beneath them. His hands slipped in easily under the elastic waistband, and they palmed the cheeks beneath.

Dra shivered, but he did nothing to defend his sexuality; there was nothing to defend, at least not with Stripes and Skye. It wasn't the first time they'd walked all over his preference for the ladies, and it wouldn't be the last. I hope it's not, either - I wonder if this makes me gay... Or if it matters that much. More assertively, he took hold of the curve of the zebra's ass cheeks, and he squeezed them. Whatever his sexuality was, Dra admitted to himself that Stripes' behind was as fine, if not more breathtaking, than that of any lady he had ever seen.

Stripes eased the kiss back into soft smooches and nose-bumps, but his hands still squeezed the obscured cheeks of Dra's ass, and vice versa. "You wanna know what I think?" Stripes said, grinding his snout into Dra's own with an air of affection.

"Mmh?" Dra grunted, his distraction adorable in Stripes' eyes.

"I think this would be a lot more fun on the floor - over here." He eased out of Dra's grip, and the two of them reluctantly unhanded one another's behinds. Stripes led Dra closer to the fireplace, dormant and with no chance of being used on that hot summer. Stripes lay upon the floor, but Dra shed his swim trunks before joining him.

There, Dra lay against the zebra, the two of them on their sides. Again came the kisses, shallow and sweet, and they stroked down one another's bodies. Stripes kept to less erogenous zones like the drake's chest and flanks, but Dra more forwardly took to the equine twink's member, half-erect from the kisses and cuddles; in Dra's hand, the rest of his erection would come quickly.

While Dra stroked and groped on his member, Stripes reinstated the passionate kiss in full force. He lapped with great lust across the dragon's palate and his own tongue, exchanging saliva as freely as they exchanged warmth and closeness. In that particular moment, as Dra stroked the zebra's full and swollen member, with the tip just flaring and the entire body of the shaft becoming textured with veins as it swelled, Stripes moaned, and then a very clear thought occurred to him. There's no way this dragon is really straight - but why not take advantage of a good thing?

Just like Skye, Stripes was always eager to see how far he could push the limits of Dra's sexuality. He wasn't sure what the kitsune had done with the dragon already, but he was sure it was something tame; they never took out the big guns first. It was so much more gratifying to ease Dra into the gayness, to let him come around on his own. So, whatever Skye had done had been inoffensive, an icebreaker, and that meant the ball was in Stripes' court.

The zebra eased from this kiss again, ending it perhaps prematurely, but that was the unstable nature of fast and furious gay loving. Dra still held on to the twink zebra's swollen penis, and the dragon was fast on his way to his own erection; Stripes was going to expedite that. "You have nice, soft hands," Stripes cooed to the dragon, and then he winked, too, just for that added effect.

"So do you. And you're, uh, big," Dra responded, shooting a quick glance down at Stripes' member. Though the zebra was a feminine little thing, he was packing, as any horse was apt to be.

Stripes grinned, but as nothing seemed appropriate to say, he decided to keep quiet. He just pecked Dra sweetly on the nose, and then he moved up to his knees. The sudden motion pulled his swollen, drooling member from the dragon's hand, a shame, but an inevitable and tolerable loss.

"What are you up to?" Dra asked with that wary smile of his, but it was underscored with a blush that lent him an endearing quality.

"This," Stripes said, and then he swung a leg over the drake's body. He straddled the handsome, blue-hued dragon's head, his knees planted on either side of it. Just for a moment, his heavy, black scrotum dragged across the dragon's snout, but Stripes quickly settled himself, and the dragon's nose eased into the warm, taboo crook of the small stud's ass cheeks.

Dra blushed profusely from Stripes' answer, but, ever pliable and open to the twinks' games, he kissed the pucker of the zebra's tail hole, and then he licked across it. Stripes shivered and moaned, and he lashed the black and white shock of his tail in pleasure. His equine meat drooled its' pre steadily onto the dragon's chest, but it was to go ignored - and that was fine. The rimming was enough of a pleasure for him, because, like Skye, all he wanted was to help the dragon to a climax; getting his asshole licked in the process was a nice plus.

Stripes leaned down to Dra's member, which was still not quite erect, but it was getting there; the zebra wondered if his choice in seating was helping the dragon, and it made him grin deviously. In one of his soft hands, he clutched the dragon's meat, and he held the half-floppy member close to his lips; like enjoying a lollipop, he slowly dragged his broad tongue over the rounded surface of the glans, but in place of a sugary treat, he got the salty and bitter sting of the drake's pre. Shivering at the clandestine flavor of another's man body, Stripes closed his eyes, parted his lips, and he engulfed the swelling length of Dra's meat. At once, he treated it to sucks and bobs, keeping these pleasure reserved for the time being.

Dra gasped hotly over the zebra's puckered asshole, and then he nosed into the tender flesh. Stripes shivered from these sensations, and he sucked harder on Dra's cock. Whether Dra was aware of the vicious cycle at hand or not, he began to lap more steadily across the equine twink's clenching and relaxing pucker. Stripes slid his groping hand down the then fully-erect length of Dra's penis, and he clutched the low-hanging scrotum beneath, treating its' tender hide to lazy rubs and rolls.

The dragon sighed against the zebra's entrance, and in place of a few of his licks, he instead gave it smooches. Stripes more fervently lashed his tail and he palmed the dragon's ballsack with a little bit more insistence, but the true treat was what he did with his mouth. In the humid heat of his muzzle, he tongue-lashed the drake's meat while he sucked, and he twisted and dragged his teeth on the flesh as he bobbed, assaulting the dragon with only his best moves, matching pleasure for pleasure.

Harder, heavier, Dra exhaled on Stripes' asshole and began the licking all over again. These laps were more vigorous and rude, content not just with the surface of the pucker and the taint, but the inside of that snug asshole. He pushed his tongue insistently into it, and this began to wedge it open, to penetrate that tight ring.

Stripes shuddered around the drake's cock and moaned, his member oozing a steady rivulet of pre, throbbing harder still, but Dra's own arousal was the star of the show. Stripes knew that to get a straight man - however dubious his sexuality really was - to tongue-fuck his ass meant he was doing something very right. He took the aggression as the good sign that it was, and he doubled down on the dragon's meat. He sucked as hard as he could, each steady round of suction drawing veins to the surface; he kept those sucks up as long as he could, breathing through his nose and avoiding the urge to break the seal. He groped Dra's balls with one hand, but now he teased below them with the other, rubbing up and down the run of the drake's taint and the taboo pucker of his own asshole.

Beneath, Dra whined and squirmed, his face pulled up into a grimace, his breath coming in steady, hot snatches through his mouth. His tongue held open the pucker of the zebra's asshole, and he did his very best to thoroughly rim the twink, but the oral sex was too distracting, too awesomely pleasing for him to really effectively eat the twink's ass like so. He slid his tongue back, to Stripes' disappointment, but he made up for this lack of in-depth attention by lapping hard, and constantly, in between his harsh exhalations. Exhibiting not a fraction of the reserve from his first, Dra's second orgasm came on suddenly, and it wracked his body hard. The dragon winced and huffed through gritted teeth as he shot his wad into the zebra's eagerly sucking maw, its' volume not as potent as under Skye's ministrations, but respectable and pleasing to the stallion twink.

Pleased with Dra's pleasure and his own performance, Stripes settled down against the dragon, and he idly nuzzled and kissed on the drake's waning erection. Similarly, Dra treated Stripes' tail hole to more kisses, but no more licks.

--7

Later in the night, when Stripes and Dra had untangled themselves from one another's bodies and had taken to eating their sandwiches, Skye returned. Unlike Dra, he did not have the advantage of a smooth hide, and his fur was saturated. He waved to the drake and the zebra on his way to the restroom, leaving damp pawprints on the way. As the kitsune presumably toweled himself off, Stripes smiled and turned back to Dra, who was just finishing the last bite of his sandwich.

"It's getting pretty late," the zebra remarked, and then he nodded his snout towards the stove. On it was a digital clock, and it said the time was 1:56; it made no distinction between AM or PM, but a glance outside answered that question quickly.

"It sure is," Dra said, smiling himself, resting his rear against the counter. "I'm not really tired - are you?"

"Nope," Stripes replied, smiling brightly. "I'm thinking all-nighter."

"Sounds like fun," said Skye, who had silently padded from the restroom. He wasn't entirely dry, his coat's shades still saturated by the water, but he had at least stopped dripping. He wrapped his arms around Dra's naked body, a content purr rumbling up in his chest. Stripes took to the drake's other side, and he hugged Skye, too; Dra smiled warmly at both of them, and he patted their shoulders.

"Let's go outside," Dra offered. "I'll build us up a fire. Skye, you wanna grab your graham crackers and your marshmallows?"

"And the chocolate - yeah!" Skye laughed, planting a smooch on the dragon's lips. Just for good measure, Stripes gave him one too.

"C'mon, Dra, let's go see if we can round up some wood," Stripes said, speaking with the smile and tones of a devious little imp, but he was looking forward to the campfire treats; those were a once-a-year occasion. He could get laid any time he wanted.

--8

Stripes slid back into the shorts he'd been wearing that day; they were denim blue jeans, but they had been cut off well before the knee. Dra put back on his own jeans, which were not cut at all, and then, unlike Stripes, he also slid on a shirt.

Merely as friends instead of part-time lovers, they collected a healthy bundle of dried twigs and small, felled branches, as well as an assortment of leaves and pine needles from the forest's floor to use as kindling.

In the stone pit off to the rear of the cabin, they arranged their scavenged branches into a small pile, the kindling at the bottom, the twigs next, the sticks weaved over the top. Dra was about to ask if they had a lighter when Skye emerged from the back door of the cabin with an assortment of items clutched to his chest; a box of generic graham crackers, a similar bag of marshmallows and three enormous Hershey bars. Clutched in his paw was a flick lighter, and Stripes used it to ignite their kindling in a few spots.

"And I wasn't even a boy scout," Stripes grinned.

"You would've definitely gotten your Screwed the Hot Counselor badge," Skye said with a cute smile, grabbing one of the longer sticks off of the top of the pile before it ignited. Sturdy, stripped of its' bark but not yet molded, it was an ideal skewer, and the kitsune hastily tore open the bag of marshmallows.

Stripes didn't say a thing in response; he just chuckled and sat close to Dra, who was opening the box of graham crackers.

"You've really been dying for these, haven't you?" Dra asked Skye, pulling out a sleeve of crackers. He tore it open just as the vulpine twink skewered a marshmallow and held it over the lapping fire.

"I really have," Skye said.

"I have to admit, I have too," Stripes added; he pulled open one of the candy bar packages.

After the marshmallow ignited, Skye hastily pulled it back, then blew it out, and he offered it to Dra, who held two graham crackers - one had a piece of chocolate on it. He sandwiched the toasted marshmallow and pulled it back, and then he offered it to the kitsune, who greedily bit into it.

Stripes and Dra found Skye cute, but they didn't make mention of this beyond a subtle nod and a shared smile. The dragon started to toast his own marshmallow, and Stripes got the crackers and chocolate ready. "I've really been enjoying spending time with you guys like this," Dra said, keeping the marshmallow a cautious distance from the fire.

"Likewise," Skye cooed, having just finished his treat. He pressed sweetly to the dragon's side, nuzzling into his neck.

"Ditto," Stripes agreed, and then he kissed the drake's cheek. Dra chuckled good-naturedly, petted down the kitsune's flank, and stopped at his hip.

"You two always manage to talk me into things I don't think I'd normally consider," the dragon said, pulling the marshmallow back just before it could ignite; Stripes sandwiched it for him and pulled it off the stick, and then he handed the treat to the dragon in exchange for the stick. "Not that I really mind it," Dra went on, smiling ruefully at Stripes before taking a bite.

Skye, cuddled lackadaisically into Dra's side, chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around the dragon's body. "You're the best kind of straight friend," he told Dra, speaking with no irony in his voice.

"Why's that? Because I give in?" Dra asked, running a hand through the fox's hair, just as Stripes got his marshmallow on the fire.

"There's that, yeah," Skye conceded, "but you're comfortable with us. You're cool. I get the feeling you'd like spending time with us even if we didn't give you better sex than most of the girls you hang out with."

Stripes grinned and glanced over at Skye, but he caught Dra's blushing face instead. The expression was very incriminating, but the zebra didn't see any reason to push the point. "Hey Dra, would you get some crackers and some chocolate ready for me?"

Dra didn't answer, but he did as Stripes asked, and when the equine twink pulled his own marshmallow out of the fire, Dra sandwiched it, pulled it off the makeshift skewer, and gave it to the zebra. Contently, the zebra ate his treat, and he settled against Dra's opposite flank. The dragon wrapped his free arm around Stripes, and they all cuddled close in the dancing glow of the fire.

--9

It was only in the warmth of the campfire and the arms of his two feminine friends that Dra finally yawned. The road trip had been tiresome, the sex satisfying but exhausting, and that moment felt like afterglow at the end of the day. His eyelids grew heavy, and he closed them, relaxing against Stripes' upright body.

The twink zebra looked around Dra's soon-to-be sleeping form, and he gave Skye a subtle nod toward the drake. What do you think?

Skye shrugged and smiled. I'm game if you are.

Stripes eased Dra to his back, who opened his eyes only to glance at the zebra, and then at the kitsune, who more passively knelt on his opposite side. "Hey," Dra said, and that was all he said, for he became much too distracted when the two twinks attacked the fly of his pants. Skye undid the button, Stripes pulled down the zipper, and Dra just blushed.

Beneath, Dra wore no underwear; the pants and the shirt had been good enough, and the twinks thought so, too. Both of the slender creatures leaned down low, their noses close together on opposing sides of the drake's dormant member.

With a soft, blue paw, Skye took hold of that flaccid shaft; imperceptibly, Dra shivered, and then he sighed. He was weary, and for just a moment, he thought he wanted nothing more than his sleeping bag - but when Skye squeezed and rubbed on his shaft, coaxing it to swell, the pliable dragon shuddered with a quiet moan, and thoughts of rest were pushed far from his mind.

At the height of Dra's erection, Skye relinquished his grip, and the dragon was treated to indiscriminate laps from both the fox and the zebra, who lavished his meat with the air of two lovers sharing an ice cream cone. As the kitsune coiled his tongue around the shaft and squeezed, Stripes dragged his broad, equine tongue over the blunt, drooling tip. These actions started gently and sweetly, but they slowly degraded into arousing filth. They entwined their tongues when they met, and they locked their lips around the drake's oozing glans, sucking upon both the dragon's member and each other's shameless mouths. They were entirely lacking in patterns, simply doing what they wanted, when they wanted, and their erratic loving reduced Dra to endearing huffs, moans, and softly-worded nothings.

Stripes took to the dragon's scrotum, lapping and nibbling on the fleshy hide there. Skye took point, and he engulfed the cock they'd been sharing moments before, still slick with two mouths worth of saliva and a healthy drool of pre. He sucked hard and bobbed deeply, and Stripes was forced to up his own ante; he tugged down the dragon's pants, discarding them to the side, and he eased his cute snout beneath Dra's balls. In one long, sultry lap, he teased the drake's quivering pucker and his smooth taint; Dra hissed with a whine, and he scraped his groomed claws into the dirt, leaving small ruts in the earth.

Stripes' rimjob was fast and skilled, abridged to only the best parts, lacking the slow and sensual loving that the act could entail. He lavished Dra's asshole with firm, quick laps of his broad tongue, leaving the pucker saturated with his saliva, the orifice left in a pleasurable spasm from the unexpected stimulation. While Skye bobbed deep and suckled hard, letting saliva run freely down Dra's meat, Stripes licked harder, but slower, trading strength for speed.

Dra huffed and winced, clenching under the zebra's tongue, squirting his pre in the kitsune's maw, his claws raking into those ruts, deepening them. "Ngh, god," he grunted through clenched teeth, looking through squinted eyes at the wide, pale spotlight of the moon.

Stripes paused his lapping, and in the low, obscured light that the campfire afforded, he admired the slobbery mess he'd made of his hetero friend's asshole; it was perfect for what he had in mind, and with the lube somewhere in the cabin, buried in one of the bags, it was the best he cared to do. While Skye still kept the dragon compliant with a slow, skilled blowjob, the zebra stood and slid out of his shorts, kicking them off to lie with Dra's own pants.

Dra looked over to Stripes, spurred to a curious look by the cessation of that fine rimjob. Stripes met his gaze with a smile; for the lighting, Dra couldn't tell if it was devious or not - but when he looked down and he saw that the twink's long, black member was not flaccid, but completely erect, he decided that that smile must have had some dirty charm to it. The dragon didn't speak a word, and neither did Stripes; it was all too clear what the zebra had in mind.

--10

On his all-fours, Dra waited for Stripes with blushing cheeks and his tail held high. Skye watched with a cute smile as his fellow twink carefully mounted their draconian friend one step a time; first he knelt, and he slid his shaft up in-between the smooth, opposing hides of Dra's ass cheeks, and here, he softly ground against the drake's saliva-smeared entrance. In his small hands, he held the dragon's hips, rubbing them with affection and lust in even amounts.

Quietly, but clearly, Dra rumbled with an affectionate sound, and with an eager air that no truly straight man would exhibit, he pushed back into the zebra's gentle grinding. Stripes smiled in only the most coy way as he pulled back, then took hold of his shaft. This time, he pushed his blunt flare to the drake's puckered tail hole, his manhood poised to enter. With only a gentle sigh to calm himself, he pushed forward, and he started to spread open the dragon's tight behind.

Dra winced and hissed, and he put his head down. Once more, he raked into the dirt, and he closed his eyes tightly. Anal penetration wasn't completely new to him, but it had been months since he'd spent any "quality" time with the two twinks - he was, perhaps, much too tight for a stallion like Stripes to enter with only some slobber for lubrication, but the discomfort would come to pass; it always did.

Skye grinned at Stripes, and then he slid out of his shorts; unlike the ones Stripes had been wearing, they were real shorts, not cut-off blue jeans. Nude, he slunk his way beneath Dra, facing the cute, blue dragon, and he hugged him around the neck and kissed his cheek.

Dra, blushing so hard, in pain but slowly coming around to the pleasure, welcomed Skye's affectionate behavior. He kissed the kitsune back, but on the lips. Around that time, Stripes' slow entry finally saw him hilt in Dra, and then he squeezed those fine hips and started to take the dragon's ass.

Though he was a cute twink and a comfortable bottom, little Stripes could dominate like a professional. He was in no way crude; he didn't utter vulgar nothings to the dragon, nor did he pull the drake's tail to make him clench or smack his hips and his ass cheeks for the same reason. He was just good at what he did. He pleased Dra with his impressive endowment, and he pleased himself in the process; to him, that was what a good fuck was all about.

While Stripes laid claim to Dra from behind, Skye did so in a more gentle manner from the front. He kissed the dragon deeply, lapping over the drake's tongue with his own, teasing over the sharp points of his teeth and his ribbed palate, licking his soft gums, leaving saliva in its' wake and stealing what was already there.

The harder and quicker Stripes pumped him, the more fervently Dra returned Skye's kiss. It was glaringly obvious that the kitsune's gender was of little significance; the dragon just loved the kiss, the warmth and the passion, the feeling of being sandwiched between two such hot and fit bodies. Beneath, his member throbbed, its' surface pocked with a few swollen veins, its' blunt tip drooling with pre that smeared over the pink flesh of Skye's own penis and the downy fur that adorned his sheath and his balls. Skye cherished the warmth and the closeness almost as much as the raw lust.

Stripes alternately licked and bit his lips in concentration, but by the time he felt his orgasm coming on, he was simply locked into a subtle grimace of pleasure, his flat teeth pressed tightly together, his lips thinly creased into a grin. He huffed through his nostrils, his hips locked in a steady piston-pump, his slick member thoroughly reaming the well-licked entrance to Dra's ass.

As much as Stripes would have loved to keep that fucking up longer, he found his endurance low; being stroked and rimmed by Dra, and subsequently giving the dragon a blowjob had left him reasonably close to his orgasm, and finally getting to fuck that tight, straight ass was just as blissful as he'd remembered it to be. Throwing his head back and letting loose with an impassioned moan, Stripes pushed in as far as he could, his slender hips to the drake's toned rear, and he spilled his seed. Rope after rope of hot, equine semen filled the drake, and his moan segued into a protracted and content sigh. When his orgasm waned, and he felt the tingling grasp of afterglow taking hold, he exited Dra, and his flared tip was followed by a steady dribble of discarded jizz from the loosened, yet still satisfactory entrance to the dragon's ass.

Dra had merely shivered and kissed Skye harder when Stripes had his release, but it was the feeling of emptiness - and the sensation that he wasn't quite as tight as he was - that affected him more. He eased out of the kiss with the kitsune, a tendril of saliva between their lips, a blush of pure crimson on his cheeks.

Skye smiled sweetly, his eyes glistening in the moon's glow. "My turn," he cooed, and he eased out from under Dra.

--11

Stripes had enjoyed Dra on his all-fours, but Skye eased the drake to lie on his back, and he did away with that pesky shirt in the process. With the handsome dragon nude, prostrate, and beside a campfire that had begun to wind down, the mood was improbably romantic, but Skye had seemingly worn out his interest in sensuality.

After putting Dra's shapely legs over his shoulders, Skye eased the blunt tip of his modest, pink cock against the drake's tail hole, loosened and sullied by Stripes, and in need of no preparation or precaution.

Even as well-worn as he already was, Dra gasped and shuddered as Skye entered him, but in comparison to Stripes' stallion cock, his pain was negligible, and it gave over to pleasure quickly.

With a grin on his face, one that spoke more of laziness and sexual contentment, Skye started to fuck the drake, his thrusts short and quick, his technique geared more towards a fast and energetic fuck than Stripes had shown. He hugged the dragon's legs to his body, using them for leverage and to keep the drake's hips tilted for that optimal angle - the one that made his invading cock grind into the dragon's prostate.

Dra was no longer hissing or wincing; it was all pleasure for him. He reached down to take hold of his member, and he got away with three successful strokes before Stripes intervened, regarding Dra with a cute smile.

"Relax - just relax," the zebra cooed, shooing away Dra's hand, replacing it with his own. He knelt close by, his member flaccid, its' tip resting on the dirt; he was spent for that evening, but he had no qualms about helping his friend.

"This feels so good," Dra shuddered, relaxing as he was ordered to, lying slack against the dirt. He didn't have any conflicting thoughts about his sexuality; he was just enjoying the company of a pair of very good friends, ones he could do anything he wanted with.

Skye's slender hips pounded up into the dragon's presented rump, his tails swishing and wagging, his member secreting its' musky pre into Dra's ass, keeping that fuck lubricated and comfortable - although the zebra's sloppy-seconds jizz accomplished the same thing.

Playing into Dra's quickening panting, moaning, and infrequent gasping, Stripes pumped the dragon faster and harder, jerking lovingly and skilfully upon that throbbing cock in his feminine hand. The dragon oozed pre all over Stripes' mitt, leaving the fur soaked and matted down with its' slippery liquid musk, but the zebra just used it to stroke even quicker, giving Dra an expert handjob with no friction at all.

The dragon gasped and shuddered, his whole body given to quaking convulsions. As before, he raked his claws into the dirt again and again, digging ruts and dirtying his fingers, but he didn't care; he was cumming. He shot his final wad for that day even as Stripes fervently stroked him off, his seed splattering somewhat on the zebra's hand, but mostly on his own belly and chest.

Dra's climax made him clench down like a vise, and that was the push Skye needed; hugging the orgasming dragon's legs tight, he gritted his teeth and plowed into that ass for all he was worth, giving the dragon thrust after thrust.

Being fucked so hard well into his afterglow, his tightened walls so thoroughly abused and his prostate pounded by the kitsune's blunt cock, Dra cried out loud and long into the night. Even after his cry, he squirmed in the dirt, his toes splaying and curling, his fingers scraping those ruts, his meat twitching in the zebra's stroking, but slowing hand.

Skye couldn't resist it anymore; he gave in to his orgasm with a shuddering moan. The twink kitsune forced his cock in as far as he could, and he went rigid. He shot a great number of his hot, sticky ropes into the dragon's rear, mingling with what semen Stripes had already deposited there. After many moments of being still as a statue, moments spent without even any noticeable breathing, Skye fell back into the dirt with a content, but exhausted sigh, his cock flopping out of Dra's well-loved rear in that moment.

"Oh, god," Dra sighed, still in the high of his afterglow, his body tense and tender all over.

"I know, right?" Skye panted, a dull grin plastered to his face.

"And we've still got the rest of the weekend ahead of us," Stripes said, trailing a teasing finger down Dra's sullied chest...