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There he stood, at the top of the hill. It was a nice view for me, because the trees seemed to stay away from the preicipe and allow the full glory of the sun to catch his scales encasing sinewy strength. He was a gorgeous specimen of a lizard. Tall, broad, and smooth, a full-grown male idol with wide shoulders, big pecs, an eight-pack abdomen, strong leg muscles, and no shoes--just hard soles. He carried a battle axe in his right hand, not the focus of my attention but just as awesome as his figure. Its haft was wide and engraved with many symbols, and its silver steel blades shined with raw menace. In his left hand he carried a bronze shield, reflecting the morning sun off its gritty surface, revealing in light the many times it had been dented by a searching spear or sword, threatening to rupture his hide.

He was a good warrior. He might have even been the best. I could tell because he had not a mark on his body; he was perfect. His curves and his face suggested to me that he was also my age, or close to it, and that meant he was in the prime of his life. And what was more to my wandering eye, his taste in clothing seemed to range from "naked" to "half-naked." He wore arm guards around his forearms but not his upper arms, probably so I could see what beautifully sculptured biceps he carried. Around his calves he wore more armor still, but nothing to cover up his bulging loins. And, of course, I could see he wore a sheath for his axe that wrapped around his torso. But besides that, he wore not much else clothing: all the cloth on his body amounted to a pleated red loincloth that hung from his waist, and it blew softly in the breeze as the warrior surveyed his surroundings.

The only problem with this beautiful hunk of meat was that he would have killed me if he saw me. No, there was no war going on, and we weren't on opposing sides. But this lizard was a sentry, guarding a noble as he traveled between cities; his shield was carved with the royal symbol of his family. There might have been tents behind him, but from my angle I couldn't see. But I was familiar with how the sentries dealt with strange onlookers; they would have killed you before they let you infiltrate their camp. And me? I was just a simple, ordinary mage student, dressed in the vestments of my trade, carrying my staff, who was separated from my own camp going on a walk. I was in the field, researching an artifact as part of my university studies. It was barely after dawn, and no one would notice I was missing until noon. That gave me plenty of time to wander about, staring a magnificent males.

I was so taken by him that I had no stronger desire at that moment to walk up to that male and have a conversation, something that might have sounded like, "Hello, would you like to have sex with me?" followed by a series of grunts and moans. The problem was that it wouldn't be that easy. Now, if he saw me I could have defended myself, because I was not an ordinary student mage. Not only was I in my sixth and final year at the university and accomplished with my repertoire as was expected of me, but an adviser of mine suggested I learn the skills of a warrior as a second profession. Of course, every student was advised to take on a second profession and achieve a specialty. Many students chose to learn the art of necromancy or the way of the archer in the wood, becoming arcane ritualists or support mages on the battlefield. I chose to learn the path of the warrior.

This was because I had a natural disposition for it. I admired muscle, I loved it. As a child I loved the acrobats, the actors, and even seeing brawls spill out from the pubs into the streets. And I watched as muscle flexed and flowed like water. Muscle was power. So when I started out at the university, I vowed not to let myself grow fat as many wizards tended to go. I ran about the fields every day and never neglected the weight room. The fighter students knew I was a magic student and thought it odd at first when I showed up, especially the heavily bedecked lizards who were almost ready to graduate and usually had a profession lined up. They were the most muscular and proud of it. But I had the same slender figure as many of the young would-be warriors in their first years, so I challenged myself to put on the muscle as they did. My friends teased me about it, even though I could have knocked them all out in one blow apiece. I didn't learn the combat maneuvers the warrior apprentices knew until my third year, when my specialty counselor noted my build and habit and told me that I would be perfect as an offensive spell caster, in high demand among diplomats for their ability to act as all-in-one bodyguards.

So there I was, at the bottom of that wooded hill, watching Muscular Beauty McSentry look out for strangers, whom he couldn't see, because they were invisible. I didn't move a muscle, because I knew he might hear the clink of my sword strapped to my back if I moved.

I wanted him. So badly. He was a masterpiece. My penis threatened to stiffen in my pants at the thought of what I was about to do, and that would make what I was about to do a lot more difficult.

I once went into the library of spells and by pure accident found a volume on sexual magic. I rented a private reading room and opened my mind to this branch of fascinating mystery. I read for what seemed like two or three hours, writing down the spells I wanted to learn and discarding others. Among other things, I learned how to give a male an erection and arouse the female lizards. I used the latter skill on one occasion to find myself in bed with a girl I had been eying for some time. As my current girlfriend, she would have been horrified had I told anyone how we became a couple, and she herself was--to say the least--surprised when I told her how I attracted her to me. Nonetheless, she insisted that I use my abilities to bag a male she liked so we could have a threesome. The boy she wanted happened to sleep in my same dorm room, so after that fateful night our threesome happened he and I would sleep in the same bed and--I'm sorry, I digress.

As I crouched at the bottom of the hill, my staff in hand, myself unseen, I focused my energy into my staff and casted the spell I wanted. I watched the male for a few seconds as a frown seemed to wash over his face upon realizing what was happening. To say he was annoyed would have been an understatement, judging by the expression on his face as a tent began to emerge in his loincloth. He watched it with annoyance as it rose, like a mother asking her child if he was ready to stop misbehaving. But his morning glory was having none of it. For a minute he tried ignoring his arousal and surveying the woods for intruders, but it was no use; he wouldn't soften. Sighing his misfortune, he turned around briefly to see if he was being watched. Satisfied that no one was awake yet, he walked down the side of the hill a ways--closer to my position--then sat down on the grass, his metal armor clinking. He set down his arms, looked around one last time to see if he was being watched, and urgently cast aside his loincloth.

I had to cover my mouth as I gasped. I had hit the penis jackpot. Many males were not suitably endowed, their erect penises too short, not thick with a good circumference of the shaft, lacking a sufficiently bulky glans, or, in a few bizarre cases I had seen while showering with males, without foreskin. This earthly titan possessed easily an organ of roughly eight inches in length, a wide shaft with veins sprawling along the surface, a throbbing crimson glans as deeply red as the scales on his body, and a length of skin that covered nearly all of the rock-hard organ, save for half of the cockhead. Gingerly, he reached down and gave himself a squeeze, throwing his head back as he pulled down the foreskin to uncover the entirety of his penis. He was now obviously glad that he had taken the time to masturbate, as this session might well have been his only gratification for the day, his train several days over from any towns and, subsequently, any whores.

It was so tempting for me to break my concentration and allow my own organ to harden and spring it free from its cloth prison, but I wouldn't have any of it. I watched intently as the object of my desire pleasured himself with his hand, his thick tail waving from side to side in the air behind him. The male stroked himself eagerly, his gripping hand pulling his foreskin up and down his thick erection. Unfortunately I only had a side view, or else I would have had a full view of his balls, which I guessed were probably bursting with unharvested male seed.

The sentry's chest, striped with bulging muscle underneath smooth scales, heaved as he masturbated quickly. It wasn't long before I began to see precum begin to shoot out from the glans and land in the grass. This was extremely common among us lizards, and the first spurt usually meant that the male was a quarter of the way to orgasm. It had barely been a minute, and this hunk of scales liked it hard and fast. Just the way I would give it to him. It was hard to control the beating of my heart and my deep breathing, but I was not about to let this opportunity slide by. Calming myself, I put my mind into my magical staff and cast my next spell on this hapless dragon: sexual confusion. It basically consisted of smashing the target's sexual preferences with a sledge hammer. This dragon succumbed easily, his hand slowing down and his expression losing interest in masturbation. He wanted to mate instead.

I dismissed the invisibility enchantment I had cast on myself, freeing my mind of a great burden and stepping out from the woods. The rustle of grass indicating my presence obliged the nude male to turn his head to look at me. There was no immediate reaction, his face showing no shame as his claw pulled down his foreskin to show me his cock. There wasn't any harm in making my next move.

"Hello, would you like to have sex with me?"

His face lit up and he nodded vigorously. I let my body go, and within seconds my own member was stiff as I pulled my sword strap off me and all my clothes fell to the ground. My unknown sexfriend was soon unarmed and unclothes as well, as he stood up to properly greet me: with a combination full on kiss and frot. Technically in public, but this early in the morning no one was going to see us where we were. But never mind, I'm distracting you with the boring details.

Our hands roamed across each other's strong backs, feeling the other male's physical perfection with gropes and grips. We locked tongues and moanedas saliva was swapped from tongue to tongue. And our penises rubbed together, glans across glans, shaft across shaft. We were made for each other, despite being strangers, at the same height and same penis size. I was green and he was red, and that was the biggest difference between us. We both knew we were supposed to be together; I was driven by desire, and he was driven by sheer lust and horniness. I might have recognized him for a long-lost brother.

My claw wandered southward, over abdominal muscles hilly and protruding out from his belly, down the valley between the two columns, and with light touches I tickled his deep red pubic scales, eliciting a few needy grunts from my temporary mate. My other hand ran down his back, a varied terrain that eventually turned into the spherical buttocks of a powerful male. I laid my left claw on the extra-soft globe and gave it a squeeze. Another gutteral groan vibrated from his throat and through the kiss found its way into my own. I moved my right hand from his pubic scales to the shaft of his succulent penis, tracing the veins up the side of the head to the helmet, then down the sensitive raphe that lined the underside, down to his scrotum, plump and safely protected in its thick scaly pouch. I breathed in deeply as our draconic musks made our lusts more complete, and the stranger began doing to me what I had done to him. In short time we were masturbating each other as we kissed, never breaking, and I was completely consumed by worship of this deity.

I broke away from his lips, gazed deeply into his eyes, distant yet close, and softly whispered, "Why don't you bend over... put your hands on that tree." Never taking his eyes off me, the male put on a show as he walked backwards slowly, his hands on his hips. Then, with a twirl, he turned around, his magnificent tail drawing lusty shapes in the air. He walked forward, his hips sawing from side to side until he reached the optimal distance from the tree closest to him. Slowly, he grapsed the bark of the tree and bent over, raising his tail as he did so. I was soon looking straight into not one but two of those magical round buttocks, a tailhole more valuable than any diamond, and a back view of his low-hanging balls and erect tool. I trembled as I approached, like a nervous apprentice crafter seeing his workbench for the first time. I had almost forgotten what I wanted to do. I reached forward and squeezed his but with both my claws, getting an impatient grunt from my enchanted pet lizard. Ordinarily, in a situation like this I would have next rimmed my partner or at least inserted a saliva-coated finger to test his tightness, but I was starting to get impatient and with any luck I'd be far away from this lizard before I broke my trance on him.

So without much fanfare I guided my pink, engorged dragon cock to the guard's tailhole and pushed my hips forward. I gasped with surprise as my penis met little resistance from his tailhole, which stretched easily to envelope my glans. The red male jerked his head back and moaned at my fowardness, so thought, What the hell, and thrust my penis in as far as it would go in one fell swoop. I stopped when all my eight inches were inside the confused male, murring softly at the feeling of a snug, warm sleeve for my organ. I heard the scraping of bark, and it was obvious that this lizard was in heaven. At this point, I really realized how lucky I was; I'd managed to seduce the sexiest lizard alive, who also happened to be gay and submissive. He closed his eyes and smiled broadly, his passage pulsing and squeezing around my cock involuntarily every few seconds. I originally thought upon penetration I would have to remain in that position for a minute, simply standing there, so this male could fully adjust to me. But he nudged his hips back, as it to engorge his backside on any more penis I had to offer, if possible, prompting a gasp from me as his squeezing tailhole shifted my foreskin and all the sensitive pleasure nerves. Normally lizard didn't respond so forwardly to the confusion spell, but there was no way I was not going to take that prize and run with it.

I put my claws on the sentry's hips, pulled my body away, and thrust forward again, starting a fucking rhythm. The other lizard responded by tossing his head back and forth as I fucked him, pushing back on every upstroke of my body. I was horny as hell at this point, and it wasn't long before I felt my penis convulse and shoot out some precum into Mr. Red in front of me. My invading tool spread the liquid around his tailhole liberally, and after several more spurts of precum on my part our fucking had a slop, slop, slop sound to it, and the more fluid motion of my hips meant that my swinging balls were now more than happy to softly bump into those of the lizard I was having my way with. I heard the sound of claws scratching tree bark again and the rustle of the green underbrush we were standing in; my male was starting to ejaculate precum, and that meant it was time for me to step up my game.

My hips picked up speed, now slapping against his on every upstroke. Soon my throbbing member was a blur in his ass, my natural lubrication making the fuck that much easier. The added force seemed to really have an effect on the crimson reptile below me, as I could hear him wiggle and moan each time he accepted all eight inches. It was hard to focus on any one feeling my penis was receiving with all the pleasure it was processing, but my guess was that I was nudging with my cocktip the anal wall that brushed against his prostate, which of course was every male's pleasure center. Grinning with mad lust, I made sure to give it to the male good and hard. I tightened my grip on his thighs and began to pump my hips with greater speed. Soon, both of us were groaning and grunting, the other reptile's body shaking, his member bobbing below him as I pummeled his ass with my own rock-hard penis. We were both shooting precum with greater frequency, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

The musclebound deity came first, the pleasure from his prostate making him weak at the knees as he unloaded into the brush, trying not to cry out or make more than a guttural groan as he did. Squirt after squirt shot every which way out of his throbbing cock, and I could see a few stray shots on the ground as he threw his head back. His own orgasm brought about my own as his anal passage squeezed hard on me, my sensitive foreskin really rolled about the shaft of my cock as I fucked faster and faster. I realized I would have to cum somewhere, and I briefly panicked. I didn't want to do it in his ass so not as to damage his psyche once he woke up, and that left my addled brain with only one option: Moaning as I reached my climax, I pulled out of the lizard's ass as quickly as I could and set my cock against his scaly butt. Instantly, globs of fresh cream shot out of my length and, arching in the air, landed all over his backs in creamy stripes. I had never been more thankful that lizards had such generous orgasms, and my sperm made a giant mess of his back and neck, one milky rope even squirting so far as to hit his head and the top of his snout. My last few shots of sperm amounted to a dribble on his butt, and with my claw I squeezed out the last few drops onto his butt. I panted, my cock still hard as I stepped away from the messy guard.

It was then that I received the shock of my life as the hunky lizard, his snout messy with sperm, turned around with a face distinctly annoyed.

"Why'd you have to shoot all over me like that? You could have done it in my behind if you'd only asked!" He chastised. My jaw fell open.

"What... I thought... you...uh..." I trembled weakly. He broke out into a vindicative grin as he stood up to his full height.

"What? You think I never learned how to block a spell? Once I mysteriously got hard I knew something was up," he said, having triumphantly outsmart me. "Now, I'll let this all go if you escort me to a nearby stream, where I can wash off your essence." The red lizard licked off some of the cum on his face with his long, slimy tongue. Then, before my very eyes, I watched in quavering excitement as he reached out with a claw and firmly took hold of my throbbing erection.

"And then you will let me... return the favor. You're not a one-shot lizard, I hope?" He eagerly intoned.

As it turned out, neither of us was.