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An hour into the night at Neon Lights, I wondered if I would ever be able to sit down properly again.

I had been with only two boys since AJ and I had had our little warm up fuck in a private room. After we'd come back to the front of the club, a few guests had come in maybe four minutes later. Two wolves and a taller, leaner buck with a set of tall, beautiful antlers. The three were dressed in pretty club like clothing. Shorts and cut off tops, and one of the wolves wore a collar around his neck.

I bit my lip at the collar. That was always something I had liked, collars. Most of the time It's because I can snap a leash or chain into the collar, and then I get to pull and tug at my guest while were having our time together. The wolf was handsome too. A tall guy with light brown fur and a long, plush tail. The group of three walked into the club, and the wolves headed for the wide couches that were spread in front of the long stage. I could hear a low thumping sound starting to get louder, so that meant that Asher, our DJ, was getting the guys in the back ready for showtime.

The buck and the wolves all took couches near the front of the stage, and I walked over. Michel, one of the other bartenders, followed me and got the guests something to drink. When Michel had gone back to the bar, I leaned on the back of the couch, then introduced myself.

The wolf with the collar went first, and he laid me on my back, then fucked me and jerked me off at the same time. That had been amazing, and when he had shot off his nice warm load onto my stomach, he jerked me off. When I came, the wolf pushed my length into his mouth, then let my cum roll down my cock and onto the floor.

After Mr. collar was pleased and happy, the second wolf had gotten himself invested in the stage show that was going on. Our stage boys had come out and were working through their routines, and the wolf was more than happy to sit and scratch his balls.

So I took the buck back to a private room. After I had run my paws over his back for a bit, I found out he'd never been with another guy. That didn't bother me though, I'd had plenty of customers that had there first time with another guy. So the buck and I took it slow, played around first, then fucked second. I fucked him first, then he stroked me off until I came. In the end we were both happy, and we came back to the front of the club smiling.

The buck went back to the couches with the two wolves, and I was about to join them when I stopped.

I heard AJ talking, his louder voice carrying over the fairly quiet club. The bass was up now and the guys were working the poles and the stage, but I could pick out AJ's voice in the middle of a screaming football field crowd.

Turning to the sound of the doberman's voice, I wondered who he was talking to. Probably another new guy, or maybe somebody who'd gotten lost looking for an IHOP, and had wound up in a gay bar instead. Either way, I looked over to see who AJ had roped in.

Taking all of one step, I stopped. No, I didn't stop. I froze on the spot. I felt my breath catch in my chest, and I swallowed. I let out a small whimper that was easily drowned out by the now pounding bass in the club. AJ was talking to a tall, well built dragon in a Navy uniform. But I knew who it was.

I could have picked that guy out in a crowned shopping mall. I could have picked him out in a busy restaurant. His height certainly helped to define him. Standing at 6' 4" he was easy to see, and even easier to look at. His scaly head and body fit well in his uniform, and his hands were behind his back. He looked a touch heavier though, since I and last seen him. That had been a while back, when the two of us graduated high school together. Almost four years I suddenly realized.

He looked almost to good in his uniform. The black color worked well with his dark purple scales, in my opinion. He stood up straight, his legs long and his tail laying close to his body. He had been trained, I knew that much from the way he stood now.

AJ's lips were moving, then he looked around. He spied me, then tossed a paw in my direction. The dragon looked in my direction, and his purple eyes meet my own. He saw me, and I opened my mouth. A small sigh escaped my lips, and then Max Woodland smiled at me. My heart jumped suddenly, trying to jump out of my throat. I swallowed my heart back down to my chest, then took a step towards the dragon.

He stepped towards me, walking with a tall, obedient stride. I felt my heart jump again, and I could see that Max and changed. He was different from that easy going dragon I'd know in high school. But I walked towards him all the same. I hadn't seen him for a few years now, and I realized I wanted him. Not to just talk to him and touch him. But to hug him, and feel his chest agains mine, to kiss him even.

"Max," I said his name quietly, but he threw his arms around me. Regardless of wether or not he'd heard me, the dragon wrapped me in a hug, and pulled me to him. I put my own arms around his back, and pressed my face into his chest. Max had a good foot of height over me, and I had never been jealous of his stature. He was tall, well built, and handsome. The horns he had swept back from his head, and I thought the horns made him look almost mischievous, and certainly good looking.

"Alex," Max's voice was soft in my ear. He hadn't lost that sense of compassion, I realized. I could still hear the warmth in his voice. The dragon pulled his arms around me, and I pulled the dragon closer to me. His wings shuffled on his back but I held the dragon to me. When Max pulled away, I felt my heart beat its wings against my chest for a brief second. Then I felt my heart stop beating altogether when Max leaned in. I thought he would hug me again, or maybe whisper something in my ear.

But when Max pressed his lips to mine, everything stopped. My heart stopped beating, the bass stopped thumping. AJ stopped talking with his loud voice, and the guys on stage stopped moving and dancing.

Max's lips were like silk to mine. He pressed his lips to mine, his arms still wrapped tightly around mine. He held me to him, kissing me with an easy but deep passion. I had forgotten about that passion. I had felt it years ago, in high school when Max had been there for me, when I had sunk myself into a low spot. I was unhappy, depressed and as far down into my own sorrow's as I could have gotten. I had started drink every night. Just small nips from my liquor in my parents cabinet, but it got out of hand fairly quick.

But Max had shown up almost the next day. For weeks I was drinking, passing out cold on my bed every night. Then I was up by some sort of god like miracle, and off to school. And every day when I dragged myself to school, Max was there. He and I had meet a few weeks before I hit my low point, and we had become fast friends. A tall dragon with dark scales and purple eyes, I found a fast friend in him.

And in our senior year, we had still been friends. The year was almost over, and Max and I were at his house, hanging around. His parents were out, and we had the house to ourselves. I was almost eighteen, and Max's seventeen birthday was in a couple weeks. It was late, but I hadn't had my paw on a bottle of liquor in almost a month. I was completely sober, and Max knew it. I put my arm around his shoulders, and laid down in his lap. The dragon put his hands on my chest, and I put a paw on his arm.

"I love you," I told him. Max looked at me, his face picking up the lightest shade of blush.

"I know you do," he said. He leaned down, then he put his lips to mine. I had never kissed another boy before, but the feeling I got was amazing. Max pulled away from my lips, and said "I love you too." Then he kissed me again.

After Max and I pulled away from the kiss, we went upstairs to his room. Closing the door behind us, Max and I had sex. We explored each others bodies, running our paws and fingers over each others chests, legs arms and backs. Max's scaly body had especially exited me, and I had loved the way he closed his eyes when I ran my fingers over his wings.

When we got started with the sex, I had played with Max first. I coaxed his length from the slit in between his legs, then stroked him gently. He moaned and pushed his hands into the bed, but didn't ever tug my hair. After a good stroking, I had pushed his length gently and slowly into my mouth. I had been nervous at first, but after getting the hang of it, I had sucked on Max's smooth length for a good while. He moaned and arched his back, his wings flexing.

After I played with Max, he played with me in the same fashion. I good stroking to coax my cock from its hidden place, then he gave my cock a few good licks. He sucked me off next, then we had fucked. I fucked Max first, and then he fucked me. Although he climaxed before I did and shot his seed all over his bed, I lasted only a minute longer than Max did, and shot my own seed over the dragons purple stomach.

And now, almost four or five years later, I still felt the same way about Max. Sure he was older, had joined the Navy, where he was strictly trained. But I knew his own feelings for me hadn't changed at all.

The dragon hugged me to him and kissed me, pressed his smooth and incredibly soft lips to mine. But then, he pulled away all to soon. I felt his lips leave mine, and I let out a small moan. Max only smiled though, and put a scaly had to my face. I looked at him, my arms still wrapped so tightly around his muscled and well built body.

"Why did you come here?" I asked him. My voice was soft, and in no way questioning. Max only smiled at me, and caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"I missed you," he told me. I let out a small moan, and I felt my heart fly back up to my throat. A tear crept into my eye, and I closed my eyes, and put my face to Max's chest. Why was I crying? Because Max was back, and hugging me and kissing me, after almost four or five years. Yes, that was it. This boy, who was now almost a man, was here with me, and still loved me. Even after years of not even know what I was doing or where I was. And now here he was, with my wrapped once again in his loving embrace.

"Come on, stop crying," Max's voice was low but still so soft. I sniffled, and wiped a hasty paw across my face. My tears came away, but Max ran a thumb under both of my eyes. "Come on Alex, I'm here."

"I know," I felt my voice waver, and I swallowed. "I'm glad your here, and that's why I'm crying. Because I only now realized how much I missed you." Max smiled at me, then kissed me again. His lips pressed against mine, and then he pulled away.

"Don't worry about missing me," Max said. "I'm here now."