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Chapter 5

After the cookout, the night came with a nippy sundown, and in the case of Ian and his dad, a constant, unending arousal for one another with intervals of deep, sloppy kissing when they ran into each other.

Ian's friends departed home, and it took one hour of cleaning to achieve immaculacy to Matthias's taste. The two had kept their eyes at each other all that time, smiling back and forth, but Ian kept his distance for the sake of not becoming too aroused. When they settled back, with the cold air rushing in, Ian was preparing a hot chocolate in the kitchen, when he felt his father grinding into his back, his hands slipping down to Ian's stomach.

"Hey son," Matthias spoke into Ian's ear, holding him by the waist, sniffing at the dulcet aroma. "What are you making tonight?"

"Hot chocolate with vanilla, clove, and sassafras root." Ian answered with a smile, moaning as his dad caressed him.

"Hey dad, can--I ask you something?"

"Sure son, what is it?"

"Well," Ian looked down at the mixture in the pain, thinking for a moment. "Would we date each other?"

"Date? You mean be boyfriends?"

"Yes," Ian confirmed with a slight smile, "You know, be together."

Matthias chuckled and slid his hands to his son's stomach and up his chest, leaning in to kiss at the neck scales gingerly. "I think when I said that I wanted to love you more--you would understand, Ian."

"I just wanted to make sure." Ian bit the inside of his lip as his dad began to rub at his body slowly, his heart rate increasing again due to the excitement.

"Mmmph--dad, I love you a lot. I didn't think, you know, I'd ever be having sex with you or anything, or be kissing, this that and the other."

"Yeah, me too." Matthias admitted. "And we still have to do have sex. I can't believe I'm taking my son's cherry." Matthias smiled a bit and chuckled, "I just hope I can fit it in you."

Ian blushed slightly, his scales growing hot, and he tended to his hot chocolate for a few moments further, before pouring it into two mugs. He and his dad headed up stairs to Matthias's bedroom, and Ian closed the door behind them, sliding in to bed with his father. Matthias brought the dragon into his chest and hugged him as tightly as he could, compressing all his muscles against Ian, his body warming tingling.

"So dad, are we--you know, going to have sex?" Ian asked slowly, wrapping his leg between his dad's thick thighs.

"Whenever you want it," Matthias answered coolly, nosing his son's neck and kissing it. He slid his hands down his son's back to his tail, feeling up his son's rump, clutching the mounds tightly. "You just let me know when you're horny enough."

"Dad--how big IS your cock? I know it's huge, but--have you measured it?"

Matthias laughed a little and nodded, "It's about ten inches long and--I think, if I remember, about three inches thick?"

Ian looked at down at his dad's groin, realizing the sheer size of what he wanted inside of him, having gagged on it earlier, and shook his head, "God damn dad--that's fucking big."

Matthias leaned back smiling, and closed his eyes, basking in the warmth. Ian moved up on his elbow, looking down at his dad, thinking that it felt strange to see him lying down in a bed and not give a passing glance to him, or aggravate him. He felt aberrant as he gazed at his father with an intimate, longing disposition: he felt the twisting of tenterhooks in his stomach from the compelling urge to lay on him. Ian looked over his father's relaxed features, seeing his spiky eyebrow ridge, his horns, his jaw--it was as if he had never seen him before, or noticed the features independent from one another. Everything about his grizzly snout Ian now felt an attraction to, using the words handsome and sexy when he would think about him.

He lingered over his father for a moment before the courage sat in, and he leaned his snout forwards, softly brushing it into his dad's lips, feeling the zenith of intimacy warp him in a coverlet of warmth and ecstasy. His father made a low rumble, and Ian felt the bulking arms squeeze him closely. The anxiety was so much his heart raced, and he muttered something, before pressing him-self tightly into his muscular father, his tongue sliding betwixt Mathias's lips. Matthias moaned low as he grabbed his son by his hips, rubbing his back slowly and slid his tongue into his son's mouth. They kissed deeply, sucking and slurping at each other with tenderness that turned into a passionate, albeit sloppy session.

Ian breathed hard and deeply as he sucked the slimy tongue, feeling hot breath against his mouth, and the slick lips of his father's. The hands roamed him, and he would flex against his dad's heavy body, taking his lips back from him, panting softly.

"Mmmmph--dad, I am really fucking horny, hehe." Ian laughed softly, "Can I suck your cock?"

Matthias grinned, "Care if I suck yours too?"

Ian laughed and then moved off his dad and undressed by the bedside, while Matthias was in his sleepwear, and simple removed his pants. Ian looked over his father's body, climbed onto him, and rested on his knees over his dad's stomach. He grinded into the thick abdomen slowly, moaning out as he felt the hard muscles rubbing against his thighs and balls, and looked over his shoulder. Matthias admired the show, caressing and feeling every inch of his son's muscles, his legs, his rump with a zealous fervor, and his shoulders.

"Can you rim me, dad?" Ian asked, looking over his shoulder. "Or--loosen me up?"

"Are you sure you want me to, so early?" Matthias asked as he placed his hands at his son's round, smooth rump, gripping the tender muscles. "I don't want to rush this and hurt you, because I am VERY big, Ian."

"Oh I know it's big, I sucked it, hehe! I want to, dad. I want you to fuck me silly, hahaha!"

Ian laughed and then winced when he felt a hard smack to his ass cheek, but a grin spread on his father's lips. He bent over onto his elbows and his knees, spreading his legs and pinched his back in, arching his tail while his lips began licking at his father's outsized balls. He smelt his dad's musk, which was strong but not repelling. His legs spread when his hand began fondling and juggling the thick orbs playfully in his hand, rolling them around to feel the heaviness of the balls that made him. As he brought the orbs to his lips, slurping them inside, he heard his father growl out loudly in pleasure, and his own ass cheeks were spread.

"Mmmmph! _Mrrrph--_fuck yes." Matthias smiled warmly, seeing his son's taut, virgin hole, running his thumb along the bright red fleshy rim. "When I start son, make sure you just relax--let me open you up nice and slow, ok? We'll stop if it hurts too much--" Matthias leaned forward, indulging now the sensitive, silky regions of his son's rump, licking, suckling, and kissing the backside.

Ian moaned out rowdily as he felt his father's snout bury against his ass, and a hot rush of breath, and a wet tongue, teasingly glided along. It made the young dragon coo and groan as this new, raunchy pleasure caused his cock to pulse and drizzle precum onto his dad's stomach. Matthias gripped his son's ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart and watched his son's hole contract, the right, red orifice tempting him. He licked at it with slow, tantalizing gestures, sucking at the flesh gliding his lips up the taint.

Ian moaned nonstop, his sensitive quite high from what Matthias could hear, and when Matthias began sucking Ian's cock, the dragon growled loudly in euphoria. "Uggh, dad-- Fuck--oh man, that feels so good! I--I don't think I'll last long with you, I'm so hard!"

"Make sure you cum in my mouth, so I can taste it." Mathias smirked and massaged his son's ass cheeks and his legs firmly, feeling up every inch of the young body until his heart is content.

Ian closed his eyes and moaned out, laying his head down and sucking at his dad's meaty cock, while his own pumped and surged. The wetness of the tongue was enticing and body churned in vortices of raw ecstasy while his young cock was stimulated beyond compare. He panted and groaned into his dad's brobdingnagian cock, pumping it into his mouth with saliva coating his mouth, and he tried to focus on sucking, which was hard. It would not take long for Ian to near his first orgasm with another male, only a few minutes transpired before he began bucking and flexing his hips instinctively.

"Mmmmph--mmmph! Hrrargggly, dad--oh fuck--I-I'm getting close!"

Ian panted, groaned louder, his cock swelling, and set ablaze with the precursors of his orgasm. The tongue lapped at his head and he gripped the bed, panting, humping at his dad's mouth harder, and Matthias obliged to holding his son's cock in his mouth until he finally felt the release. His orgasm came on with the furry of a sun, the viscous cum gushed onto his dad's tongue, and Mathias growled in satisfaction, whilst Ian moaned and panted excessively.

"Uggh--fuck--fuck--hrrrrghh!" Ian breathed hard into his father's massive cock, gagging on it shortly before pulling his lips away, his face lying against the bull-like testicles.

Mathias held his head until Ian had finished released, taking his mouth back and smirked, swallowing it with a slow, guttural purr of delight. Ian dropped down and lay on his dad's chest at a slight incline while his cock, flaming from his powerful orgasm, pulsed vigilantly as it craved more.

"Oh man--that felt fucking good--uuuugh." Ian buried his nose into his father's heavy balls and licked at them softly, rolling them around against his lips, "Oh man dad--"

Matthias smiled widely and then pat his son's round butt, his balls warm and wet from Ian's attentive tongue.

"Do you want to taste mine, before I fuck you?"

"Yes!" Ian said more enthusiastically, laughing, "Ah man--dad, we are so fucking kinky, you know that?"

"Oh yes, we are. We'll have more fun after you're used to me being in you, son!"

Matthias slapped his son's rear hard, and Ian obliged to sinking the member into his mouth once more.

Ian sucked at the member ardently, using all the techniques he learned online to worship parts of the cock, and bring his dad the most pleasure. His father moaned incessantly, still rimming Ian, even managing to sink his hot, slimy tongue into the virgin hole. Rapid sucking motions and the tugging of the foreskin up and down brought Matthias rapidly to his climax, and he humped at the mouth instinctually. Ian could sense his father nearing: his nostrils were saturated in his father's musk and his mouth wholly focused on the task, and he waited, hungrily, for the release.

"Hrrrgh--hrrrargh, fuck yes--keep sucking--right there, Ian! Mmmph--_arrrrgh--_FUCK! Fuck, I'm coming, Ian!"

Mathias's voice bolstered into a roar as he thrust his hips at his son's mouth, gritting his teeth, hunching upwards slightly. Moreover, a moschate scent filled the air as profuse, copious amounts of salty, thick seed erupted from his loins. Ian had pulled back just in time to watch his father's member swell and then blast out. He felt the seed splash inside his mouth, spreading over his lips, which he licked away and into his mouth, and continued to suck until no more poured. Matthias's hips slowed down and Ian retracted his mouth, gulping down the heavy load with a sigh, feeling it slide into his belly.

After which he would roll onto his side and smile at his dad, a feeling of strangeness in his body as his father's cum settled into him. The juice that had made him was in his belly, and Ian felt a very naughty and nefarious smile spread on his lips.

"That--that's the best orgasm I've had--in years," Matthias panted slightly, growling loudly as he moved to his son and pinned him on his back, looking in his eyes. "Oooh son, you and I--hehe, we're not going to stop until we're both drained."

Ian smiled and laughed a bit quietly, looking up at his dad, and kissed his smooth red lips, "You got enough energy left to fuck me, dad? Or do I need to get you Viagra?"

Matthias snorted and slapping his son's leg hard, "You see my hard cock? Come on you little bastard, let me make love to you."

Matthias set up a large bottle of lubricant on the table, while Ian lay on his side, looking up to his dad as his tail coiled. Matthias rested on his knees, admiring his son's body, rubbing it slowly, feeling up every inch of him, from his hips, to his strong young legs, and chuckled. Before he began, he took out a bottle of Pjur Backdoor Spray, and lightly spritzed it onto Ian's cute, young hole. He explained it would numb Ian slightly, but assured him it would enhance the experience for his son. Ian flexed his back and spread him-self wider for his father, feeling very sexy and aroused by this, and turned his head to smile at his dad.

"Ian you've got so much of me in you, but even then--you're such a handsome dragon." Matthias said softly, as he gently felt over the silky, red mounds, and felt proud warmth in his chest as Ian laughed nervously.

"Thanks, dad. You're--you know, gorgeous."

"Haha, gorgeous. Haven't heard that one before, kid. You can make your dad smile, you're good at it."

Ian smirked and blushed a bit at his words, and watched as his father lubed up two fingers, and slid them slowly into his hole. He grunted at the first moment of penetration, his brows furrowing with some discomfort in his ass. Matthias was of great care as he loosened Ian's hole, pushing his fingers in and then out, easing them over the knuckles, and slowly turned them. Ian held his leg up with his arm, his eyes shutting, his hole somewhat adjusted to the intrusion of another object.

"Is that ok, son?" Matthias asked, softly rubbing Ian's rump.

"It's ok dad, go ahead," Ian encouraged him, "Just--when you do it, be slow, ok?"

"I will."

Matthias smiled as he would lube up a second finger, and ease it inside his son's tight hole. Ian's insides were silky smooth with a slick, naturally oily surface to the constricting walls. The father would spend a few good minutes warming up his boy, twisting, pushing and rotating his fingers until Ian's body began to grow contented. Ian felt odd, having fingers inside his ass hole, and his tail bent upwards slightly while his innards clenched. He moved onto his back to get more comfortable, and shifted some pillows under his hips while Matthias rested over him. Ian smiled up at his colossal father, his knees up to his stomach as three fingers entered him. Now he felt the pressure, the selcouth sensation of having to take a shit, but not quite as vulgar or gross as Ian imagined.

When a good five minutes of loosening passed, and Ian's hole was warm and unclasped, Matthias rose up against his son, lubing his cock so heavily it dripped onto the sheets. He held his member in his hands, positioned the engorged head at his son's orifice, and looked to him, "Ok, nice and slow, Ian -- don't push back, let me."

Ian nodded and sighed, taking in a breath as he felt a great pressure on his rear as his dad's hard cock pushed at him. Immediately there was sharpness, a pain that made him clench and he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth and groaned steadily. He moaned loudly and harder as his dad retracted, and pushed forwards harder, breaking past the sphincter just a few inches. Matthias's motions were soft as he let the virgin hole adjust, which would take about five minutes or so, before he could manage to slip in half of his cock.

He steadily groaned out as the tight, constricting insides wrapped and pulsed against his intrusive cock. The heat was magnificent, the slickness and texture was above the part of anything Matthias had felt in his years of having sex. The moans and feelings of his son against his body was an enthralling, aberrant pleasure, intensified by Ian's hands clutching Matthias's ass hard, their tails entwining together.

"Hrrrrgh-- Ian--how does it feel? God you're so tight, son!"

"Haha--it, it feels like I am taking a giant shit!" Ian laughed loudly before a hard thrust stopped him and he gripped the bed. "Fuck--uggh, it hurts! Keep going dad." Ian clenched and shut his eyes, the orbs rolling up slightly as he endured this blistering pressure, "Come on dad--get it all the way I me--hrrrrgh."

Matthias chuckled and pulled his hips back slowly from the heated confines of Ian, and then pushed back harder, roughly five inches of his parameters pressed inwards. He oscillated his hips with a steady impetus that rocked the bed, driving his member further and further inwards whilst he held Ian's knees up. Fucking his son was the enthralling experience the dragon had ever had in his live, and he smiled, his eyes shutting as he drove his hot dock deep into the viscera, pounding his meaty quadriceps into Ian's buttocks and hamstrings. Ian, on the other hand, was grunting and groaning out vociferously with incessant hisses and gross amounts of ecstasy.

"Fuck yeah! Hrrrrgh! Hrrmmph-uuugh!_H-h-harder--harder, dad!" Ian panted, his abdomen clenching as his body struggled to handle the prodigious cock, "D-deeper! _Hrrrarrrgh!"

Matthias felt delighted and lasciviously growled out to his son as he leaned over him, flexing his robust hips, and worked his muscles with more throttle, and torque to handle the tightness. His cock slammed inwards now, plunging all nine inches deep with lewd smacks of his balls and thighs against Ian's filling the room with is dissonant, aggressive pants. The time turned into two hours as the dragons continued, engaging in a plethora of positions to Ian's ease, all the while their eyes had remained attached to each other. Ian's hands had rested up on his father's, while his cock was milked of its contents for a first dry orgasm, the exhausted dragon still desiring and hollering for more.

"Fuck, Ian--grrrrgh, I love you!" Matthias panted out as he had bent his son back into a deep missionary post, Ian's body having slid against the bed frame. He turned his son onto his side to get more force, bending Ian's left knee up to his chest, and hammered him-self down hard and growled lustily. "Hrrrarrrgh, fuck--tell me how much you like it, son!"

"I--_hrrguh--uggh--_I love--love it! _Hugggh--ugggh--_fuck--fuck, dad!" Ian panted louder, his voice in a higher pitch where it sustained an almost whine as the young body was ravaged and drained, "Dad--I love you--oh man--fuck me harder, please! I want you to cum in me!"

Matthias lay down over his son, consumed by overwhelming salaciousness; he talked to his son in a filthy manner, telling Ian how good he felt, how he loved his moans. He kissed his son aggressively, their tongue swapping saliva in aggressive undulations, their lips grinding down with lustful fervor, while Ian held his dad as much as he could. The clinging the strong muscles made him all the more agog for his father's seed as he lay there, weak, hot, and drained: but hungrily, and with obsession, he wanted more of the cock inside of him. Their voices combined as the lust they both felt, the nadir of temptation concluded, spent their bodies into exhaustion after a two-hour long session of breeding.

Matthias had climaxed in his son twice that nice, filling Ian with so much seed that his young, demolished hole had trouble containing it with Ian's muscles sapped and weary. He laid underneath of his father as Matthias's second orgasm had commenced, his loud roars filling Ian's ears, his muscles rigid, inflexible with the final erupting of semen into Ian. Matthias staggered and clenched his son in a tight embrace, panting, his tongue lolling out as he flexed idly for a few more moments, before his cock signaled fatigue, and Matthias's thrusts abated unto stillness.

The two lovers lay there in each other's embrace for a long time, laughing quietly as the reality of their night took hold. Ian's eyes opened, the tired, but scintillating eyes looking to his father's drained, sapphire orbs: he stared into them, and Matthias smiled, looking back. They shared a kiss, a much simpler, tender kiss, where their tongues never intruded, and only their lips collided. Their breaths began to stabilize while their hearts, captured in the fetters of exultation, beat with fervor for many long minutes.

"Ian," Matthias said softly, moving up onto his elbows over Ian, his arm muscles flexing in a display for the son to hold onto. "You're mine. You are my son, still, but now you're also my man."

"Hehe--your man?" Ian entertained the idea with a smile and leaned up to nuzzle into his father lovingly. "I'm happy to be yours, dad. You are the best father in the world--and, no matter what, I'll never leave you, dad."

Matthias smiled so much at those words, and he held onto his son as their nude, moschate bodies relaxed in the cool night air. Matthias's member softened and retracted, by then Ian adjusted to the size, at least he assumed, and the two would shower together, returning to the bedroom wide-awake. Unfortunately Ian had to reheat their beverage with a chuckle, and before long it would be down, and the two were downstairs, on the cool couch, cuddling. They watched cartoons together, Ian's head in his father's lap, and bother under heavy coverlets due to the weather.

Matthias's hand would caress his son's chin and arms slowly, as he lightly snored, and he leaned his head back to look at the roof. There were no thoughts in his head, only a smile on his lips, a smile of pure, immaculate happiness. He took Ian to his chest and the two fell asleep on the couch, their tails entwined, and rested for many hours into the day.

The morning they awoke there was a different energy in their home, a quieter means of interacting as their morning began with endless intimacy, the exchanging of amatory metaphors, the caressing of their lips. When they realized it was time to get moving they shared a breakfast together, their hands touching, their tails entwined, and smiles amaranthine.

"So dad, do you go to work today?" Ian asked as he sipped at his coffee, smiling, "Or do you get a day off?"

"Oh I get the day off, son," Matthias smiled at him. "How do you feel?"

"Well, I can't sit or walk for shit!" Ian laughed and felt a stir inside of him, and Matthias grinned, resuming the eating of his food. They were very famished that morning, and Ian made a large breakfast to satiate their hunger. Breakfast was like the usual breakfast, filled with Ian's taunts, laughter, and miscellaneous discussions with the occasional texting of friends. The afternoon approached and before long, the two curled up, naked, in the upstairs room watching movies in the dark.

It was almost everything Ian had ever wanted from a man, only multiplied by his father's devotion and love, and the kinkiness of their incestuous practices. Ian's affectionate side took hold and he remained clinging to his dad for the majority of that day, and then all the days that followed. Eventually, after Ian's hole had recovered and they wanted to have sex again, Matthias let Ian cum in him as well. He didn't expect it at first, but Ian showed a great fervor for being on top, and he worshipped his dad's ass excessively. The rim job left Matthias panting, the fingering was so-so, but the fucking--it left the dragon on his knees, his thick ass posted upwards, hungry for his son's meat. Then his dad pounded Ian with less resistance, and they knocked their bed all day and night long, before and after Matthias returned home from work.

Ian, in the meantime, spent his time training Lance and Josh, keeping the relationship with his dad a secret despite the desire to tell people. He told some, however. In addition, after his dad had left for work; Ian posted a friendly message on 4chan to his _/b/ros. _

Anonymous (ID: 09d0m0c) 8/19/12(Tuesday: Hey /b/ros, it is OP again, here to let you know I lost my virginity to my dad! :DD We love each other so much, and he is such an amazing guy...never thought I'd love him so much... Thanks for your advice, because it was the best decisions ever. I snagged a pic of his cock earlier, he doesn't seem to care. Look at that monster! Keep it in the family, /b/!

_ _

Ian smiled and, upon deleting his file history as a safety precaution against his dad knowing he said anything, closed his laptop, and ran outside to greet Lance, and Josh with a side smile.

"So man, you ready to hit the park today? Lance _actually_wants to do cardio!"

"Oh dud, seriously, I LOVE N.O EXPLODE!" Lance panted and wagged his tail excitedly and Ian laughed as he followed them into the car. His father remained consistently on his mind and he smiled so much he felt lovesick with him, and when he took out his friends to train them, he was driven by the excitement to return home and make out with his father once more.

Hehe, dad, can't wait to get home and suck your cock again.

I know. I want your lips so badly, son.

Can I fuck you again? :D

Sure, but lets use my dildo too, I want it rough!

Haha, fuck dad, you're hot! C:

Thanks son, lets see if you want to play dirty tonight. I'll get my gear.

Your gear!? O:

Yep, my gear. I'll show you, gtg. love you. <3

Josh and Lance's exercise helped distract Ian from the lust for his father, and when they returned to his home around three in the afternoon, Matthias had been relaxing at the table. He was idly reading his newspaper, smiled at his son, nodding to his friends, and put the paper down.

"God damn, Ian, get in this kitchen and make my food. I've hungry as hell, and you've been off--doing whatever, with those two kids."

"Dad, I'm for ONE increasing Lance's sex appeal."

"Yo." Lance chimed in with a goofy grin, and Matthias rolled his eyes, brushing him off with his hand, "Get in the kitchen, and make me something!"

"Like what? Ensure, you want that? Cause I'll sure as hell make you some, dad!"

Matthias laughed and shook his head, and Ian invited his friend's to the kitchen, preparing them all a lunch and casually dined as a group, with his dad present. They kept up the visage of innocence to their best, and it was not hard for Matthias who retained his aggressive, introverted behavior with professionalism. Into the night Ian's friends returned, home, and the two dragons, hungrily kissing up the stairs, began another week's worth of romping, romanticism, and occasional sex on the living room couch.