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I chose to trust him. What else should I have done?

I slowly close my eyes and let go. Whatever he would do with my body... I would accept it... Because he would do nothing to harm me in any possible way. I heard a splashing noise and dripping water as he lifted his muscular body out of the water. He slowly stepped towards my head, then sat down again, causing small waves that hit my snout. 'My mind is empty... He would never do anything to harm me. No matter what it might look like in my fantasy.'

He grabbed me below the shoulders and pulled my head on his lap until my nose hit something soft and warm. 'It's just his belly. Just his sexy belly, nothing more.'

Then he turns me around so I lie on my back again. 'See? No way something like this could work with me lying on the back. But he could... no. Not him.'

He pulls me a little further on his lap, then rests his hands on my shoulders, kneading them very soft. Maybe even a bit too soft for my taste. It felt better when he touched me a bit... rougher... "Okay. You can open your eyes again my love." His voice was... was he... crying? Crying over something I did?

I open my eyes and want to turn my head towards him... but my eyes are glued onto the surface of the water in front of me. The sun was now halfway down... gleaming in deep orange and red shades, turning the cool water into a burning lake of fire.

Without saying a single word, or thinking a single thought, we just watch the sun go down until the first small white dots appear in the dark blue lake.

Now I knew why he was so eager to show me this. He must have planned to show me this spot a long long time ago, only waiting for me to be finally found. I tried to think about what I should say now... how to thank him... how to apologize... I turn my head up, tilt it a bit to the left, then whisper Drake's name... but so silent he just saw my mouth move. "Chris?" Again I whisper his name... just a tiny bit louder... "You have to speak up..."

"Drake" I whisper again. He finally gets it... or probably not. He lowers his head towards mine so he can hear me better. This was what I was waiting for. I raised my hands out of the water and lock them behind his head, then pull him in for a kiss filled with all the emotions I had been saving up till now. All the 'sorry's I wanted to say... All the 'thank you's... All the 'I love you's and what else I wanted to tell him... And although my eyes were yet again closed, I could tell he was crying from the salty taste of his tears. Even though my head was completely empty, he knew exactly what I wanted to tell him... what I wanted to let him feel... how I feel right now.

It felt like hours when our lips departed again, tears had formed salty crusts on my lovers face. "Drake... you should clean your face... you look horrible." A bit confused he takes a look into the lake, eyeing his reflection. He begins to laugh and splash water at me. "You jerk." "Always a pleasure." I replied with a huge smile on my face, enjoying the cool water on my face while cuddling deeper into his lap - without really realizing it.

His hands lay down on my chest while stroking me slowly. The last red sun rays disappear behind the night blue curtain. This was the moment I decided it was time. This is my body, I no longer wanted to be a prisoner inside of it. Nor do I want to keep him in suspense any second longer. Well... a few seconds maybe...

This time I consciously cuddled into his lap, trying to arouse him more. I could already feel that he had a very hard time holding back, not knowing the he did no longer need to do so. He gazed into the starry sky, a bit lost in thoughts while trying not to send me thoughts about his needs. He's so cute trying to comfort me... I had to free him, show him that he no longer needs to hold back. That I was now deciding that I was ready.

I let my hands glide on his arms, stroking them up to the shoulders. Drake keeps his eyes away from me... I feel guilty and decide to give him an obvious sign. I continue stroking his arms until I reach his hands, then lead them gently over my chest and belly until they reach the small inconspicuous slit below my lower belly. I see Drakes gaze... asking me if I really mean it. I just close my eyes and start completely relaxing my body... showing him my complete trust in him.

It doesn't take long till he starts running his hands around my genital slit. A bit careful at the start, but more determined with each single stroke. And he knows exactly how to do it. It did not take long until the tip of my pinkish member appeared. But Drake just continues stroking the area around it, paying attention not to touch my still growing dick. Instead he paid a lot of attention to the two bulges a bit further down, drawing small circles around them with his fingers whenever they were near. And each stroke also went further down until they included my thighs. And with each stroke I can feel how the blood pumped into my member, until it almost starts to hurt. I don't know if I involuntarily gave him a sign to stop or if he just stopped right in time, but now his stroking went back up to my chest, and further up to my chin and cheeks.

"Do you really want it, Chris?" I moan. "Even more than you." And I am almost certain that I indeed was needier than him.

But this answer was all he needed. His hands run back down to my steel hard erection and begin to touch it gently. Pleasure zaps through my body like electric jolts. I feel sorry as I muster that I won't be able to contain it for long, but this would surely not be the last time for us. Oh no... This. This was definitely just the first of a lot of times.

I feel one of his hands continuing the gentle strokes while the other hand starts slowly rubbing my cock, using the water as lubricant. I feel his hands stroking over those bumps on the lower side of my cock, driving me into an ecstasy of feelings. I never was a loud type of guy. Even when masturbating, I never moaned... and I always thought it would be stupid to do that... but I just couldn't keep it. A loud and squeaky noise escaped my throat. This was so embarrassing... even Drake stopped his doing and looked at me... and broke into a loud laughter. "I'm so... so sorry Chris... Sorry but... so hilarious..." Great... awesome... I'd forever remember my first time as the probably most embarrassing time in my life, squeaking like a small squirrel, but as loud as an elephant.

"Stop it, Drake... And shut up!"

He slowly calms down and continues to pay attention to my lower half, trying to ignore the last minute, but I can still hear him giggling every now and then. That actually is quite a turn-off for me, so Drake has no success in getting me hard again. All he can do is watching my cock slowly sliding back into its slit, leaving a small trail of pre on my belly.

"Come on Chris, I am really terribly sorry. It was just... unexpected..." "Drake?" "Yeah?" "Lean back and shut your trap." "Chris, I-" "No. Shut up."

Drake makes a few sad noises, not knowing that I was just playing with him, then leans back until his back lies on the ground, leaving everything from his belly upwards exposed to the fresh air.

I turn around so I lie on my belly, placing my chin on his stomach, knowing that my neck touches his sensible parts. I could feel a slight throbbing there. Even without listening to his thoughts I knew exactly what he thought.

"Let's see if you are still laughing after I'm done with you." I grin devilish. Sadly Drake doesn't play along but smiles happily. And without me doing anything, I can already feel his tip poking my neck and slowly sneaking up towards my chin. Just a few seconds later I could see his pinkish red tip, already oozing some pre, appearing in front of me. This is the first time I can smell it. A strong musky smell with a faint sweet fragrance. Not sure if I really like it - I wasn't a big fan of musk in my former life - I still give it a try. I slowly extend my long tongue. It extends way further than I thought. Instead of just barely grazing his shaft, I can easily twist my tongue around his dragonhood and get the full flavor and feeling of it.

A strong musky taste runs over my tongue. But instead of disgust, there is a completely different feeling that rises in me... It feels like hunger... for more... it drives me wild, makes me shiver in ecstasy until I finally close my lips behind the knot that has built up at his base.

Just now I realize it... I have a cock in my mouth... swallowed the whole thing. The whole giant thing is in my mouth. There is a giant, precum-dripping dragon cock in my foodhole. As strange and childish as this may sound... I am in heaven.

I try to play with my tongue on this tasty slick surface, but my face is so stuffed that my tongue can barely move at all. So I decide to lift my head again, releasing his cock. I start nudging his tool with my muzzle, using this chance to take a look at his member.

A long - I estimate it's about 1 foot long - reddish-pink shaft with a pointy and slightly flared head. There were these barb-like bumps on the underside. I can also see the origins of the bumps that curve around the upper side to form a very pleasing wave-pattern.

This plus the giant knot that forms right outside of the slit... I feel a bit awkward for thinking this but... this is a beautiful cock. I have really seen a lot of different shapes on the internet. Even some that were similar to this one... but I never thought of them as 'beautiful'. I had even been thinking about buying one - or most probably several - dragon-shaped dildos for my lonely nights.

I continue my licking and nudging, start stroking Drakes thighs and belly. I can see him putting his head back, lolling his tongue out of his muzzle, panting quite heavy. I take it as a sign that he is close to it, but I just can't stop working this giant cock with my tongue. It feels like I am losing control over myself, as if my brain goes into overdrive. My tongue races over the surface, plays with it. Sometimes I twist it completely around and give him some fast strokes on the whole length. A deep moan rips me out of my trance, even if just for fractals of a second. I just can't stop working this delicious cock with my mouth. I want it. I want it all. Give it. Give it to me. Give it to me now.

Drake's breathing is very heavy, his cock twitches. Without thinking about it, I once again enclose his erection with my mouth. This time I can't fit him quite as deep as before, his knot had just grown too big, making me shiver in anticipation. I want to know how this thing will feel inside of me.

But my fantasies are suddenly interrupted as Drake erupted in my muzzle, flooding my taste buds with a strong musky flavor, filling me so quick that I can't even think about swallowing some. More and more of his cum shoots out of him, running down the sides of my snout.

Eventually his unloading subsides, giving me a chance to swallow everything that's in my mouth, just to get filled a bit more.

We continue just lying there in the water, his cock in my mouth, slowly getting flaccid, unloading a last squirt of sticky dragon sauce onto my tongue. His breathing also slows down a bit when he lifts his head and looks at me. "You... you liar..." he pants. What? A liar? Why? "No chance you haven't done this before... You got some... damn practice somewhere..." "Wha? Mo!" It was hard to talk with a dick in my mouth without accidentally biting. "Chris, calm down. That was a compliment. You were... wow. Never expected you to go wild like this." Neither did I. This side wasn't unknown to me. Some days... when I just hadn't been in the mood for days... Or when I found one of those few animations I called perfect... I just lost myself in the moment.

But I really didn't... I had expected to be far more reserved... scared... and maybe even disgusted. I mean... I had swallowed some of my own stuff back when I was a human... the taste wasn't that great... tried those tricks like drinking pineapple juice... still tasted like metal... nevertheless the thought of it still turned me on. But today... it was a completely different experience. And I could easily tell... I was instantly addicted to it.

Drake's warm hands start stroking my face again while his shrinking member slips out of my mouth. I give him a few quick licks before he completely disappears back in the slit, enjoying the musky taste on my tongue.

"Chris? We should get out of the water before we catch a cold." "Can't we just keep lying like this?" "Just out of the water, okay?" I really don't want to stand up right now, but he is right. Probably.

I move my arms slowly, roll to the side and take a look into the sky. Thousands and millions of stars twinkle at us. "Let's go over there. You can sit down already, I'll go and get some more wood for a fire." He stands up and points towards the trees nearby.

The water pearls down his muscular body, reflecting the moonlight like thousands of small mirrors. "Come on, stop dreaming. Night's not over yet."

A bit curious I stand up and follow him, still enjoying the last remnants of his taste on my tongue. The place he took me to was bit further away than I thought. And he had been preparing for this moment. Some big logs that had made into seats. In the middle a impressive circle made from stones, dry wood piled up in the middle.

I understand more and more why he had to show me this place today. It must have taken him quite some time to prepare all of this... just for me, just for this moment. I just can't resist the urge to hug him and thank him for everything. "If you think you have seen all of it, you are wrong. Just sit down and let me do my stuff, because today is your big day." I finish the hug, but not without pressing a passionate kiss on his cheek. Then I sit down on one of the log-seats and lean back. Just now I realize my exhaustion - The flight, the sex... and my balls actually hurt a little from not unleashing their load yet. But I did not want to tell him about it, I just did not want to ruin these wonderful moments by talking about the pressure in my testicles. I'd just go into some bushes later and help myself if I have to.

Drake murmurs a few draconic syllables, then unleashes a blinding bright flame onto the fireplace. Within seconds the wood in the fireplace starts burning and crackling, a faint line of smoke rises into the clear night.

"I'll be right back."

And off he goes, leaving me alone at this little fire under the starry sky. It has been a really wonderful day so far, and he really gave his best to make everything still even better.

I wonder what I would have done in the past... I doubt something like this would have ever happened to me in my human form. I was an introverted... little boy... protecting myself from being hurt again... and if I ever had been in situation like this... no... this would never have happened.

Cracking twigs make me look around. It was just Drake, carrying something over his shoulders... a pig? No... more like... "Boar. Got it a week ago, left it here after so it can bleed out. You liked the horse, so you will love boar, believe me." "Never as much as I love you." Did I really just say this cheesy line? Did I really... What was wrong with me? Drake stops in his tracks and looks at me with big eyes.

"Just forget what I just said, okay? Just forget it... I say a lot of dumb things. Just pretend you haven't heard it." I turn around in shame... I really love him and want to be together with him... want to spend the rest of my life with him. But why did I have to say it like this? A dull thump next to me, then Drake's hot chest against my back, his arms pressing me against him. Sniffling sounds as he almost crushes my ribcage. I can feel that he wants to say something but can't find the words for it.

"The words don't matter..." he finally begins. "...it is the meaning behind them. And that they come from your heart." No matter what he says, I still feel embarrassed by my choice of words. Telling him that I love him more than food... what a stupid comparison.

"Stop worrying about this. You know that I prepared this moment for quite some time... and I was imagining these moments... Those imaginations I had... In comparison to the real you, they were dull. I was afraid that you might be... more experienced even though you said you never had sex before... I was afraid that I might just be watching helpless. But instead you are a really funny guy. You always make me laugh, and you always show me your feelings. You don't play or try to hide it. You always show me your true love. This is more than I ever imagined... more than I ever hoped for."

Now we are both crying, Drake still squeezing me tight. But we aren't sad or anything... we just realize that we really belong together. We are just happy to have found our soulmate, after more than twenty years of solitude and hate, desperation and pain... finally found our true love.

"Wanna help me preparing dinner?" He finally sniffles, slowly releasing his deathgrip around my chest. I wipe the tears off my face and turn around. The moonlight sparkles in the trails his tears left behind. His tail wags a little which makes me smile, and also remember the first time we met... the street... the stomping... the giant red dragon in front of me while I almost literally shat my pants, lowering his nose down on me, sniffing, then exposing these massive teeth... the wet slobber all over me after I closed my eyes in anticipation of my imminent death... the happy smile and the wagging tail... a giant, red scaled puppy, with a massive need of love...

"Behind your seat should be some big branches." My little bubble of imagination pops, "Sure." Two of them were forked on the one end, the other one had been sharpened. Easy to tell what had to be done. As I felt uncomfortable ramming a big stake through a dead animal, I put the forks into place and make sure they would not collapse under a bit of weight.

Drake returns from behind the tree, where he put the boar onto the sharpened branch and checks my work. He nods and places the impaled boar over the fire. Within seconds the fur catches on fire and spreads some nasty smell. But as quick as it started, it ended again. Now we had to wait and turn it every now and then. Drake sits down across... and stands up again, dragging his seat around the fire, closer to me.

I watch him all the time, the play of his muscles... his eyes wandering to me, then quickly looking away. We don't talk... I can't tell for sure about him, but I am just happy and enjoy the moment. Just sitting here... grilling some boar for supper as if it was routine, watching the surprisingly shy looks my love gave me... at the edge of a small forest next to a lake, on an island somewhere in the sky.

I really have no Idea how much time has passed. Drake turned the boar a few times, added more wood to the fire, then sat back down a few times. Not a single word was spoken. Only the crackling of the fire ripped through the night as we exchanged shy gazes.

The silence starts to annoy me, but I really don't know what to talk about. I don't want to destroy the atmosphere with stupid smalltalk. "I hope I don't ruin the mood, but why don't you tell me about you?" Drake starts. "Me? I thought you already know everything?" "By far not everything... and I want to hear it from your perspective. How you think about it." "Don't know where to start... or what to talk about at all..." "How have you felt all the time? Was there ever a time you wanted to change everything?"

"How I felt? Hmm... seeing at it from now, I'd say lonely. Haven't been aware of my loneliness most of the time, but all I really had were my cats... and angry... angry about my mom treating me like shit... angry on my dad because he only talked about helping me but never did anything... and somehow... as if I came from a different world. Because of how people behaved. Love just being a phrase of time-limited attraction, happiness a word without smile and anger a word without any force. Life always seemed wrong for me... but ending it was never a solution for me. Ending one's life just means stripping it off all future chances for happy moments."

"Must have been hard, but even then, I somehow envy you. You had parents, even though they didn't care too much about you. When I hatched, I was raised in a school, learning everything I needed to know. Sleep, breakfast, school, lunch, school, supper, learning with friends, sleep... twelve years all the same. And without Az... We might not have met."

He stands up to rotate the boar once again. Liquid fat drops into the fire. "In the last year of school... I had just two friends back then... Az and Tyrel. We always tried to find a way to make stuff fun... Az and I were always quite careful about it, but Tyrel loved the extreme... the risk... pulled us with him while we braked him so we found a less dangerous way. We had just learned how to fly, when Ty suggested to visit an island he had seen in a dream."

I could feel his heart getting heavier... the mood got darker... I move my seat closer, until the logs touch, to give him my support.

"I told him it was stupid to chase for such a dream, but as the friend I was to him, I couldn't let him go on his own. I made him promise that if he starts feeling weaker, he has to turn around and fly back, but I had to promise him to eventually fly to this island with him. So one night, we snuck out of our rooms... Az was sick so he couldn't follow along, but we decided to go either way... But without Az, there was just one voice of reason... not enough to stop him...

We walked past the training platform... along the alley... to the western platform. He jumped right off, I followed him. He flew fast... I had trouble keeping his pace, soon felt exhausted... I asked him to return as I would barely make the flight back, but he told me that we had almost arrived, that a return was just a waste of energy. We never thought about flying back, we brought no food or water.

Then, as I really couldn't fly much longer, we found it... an island... hidden in clouds, surrounded by a thick forest. I started to glide the remaining distance, saving the bit of power I had left... but Tyrel... he sped up... He wanted to be the first one to arrive there... he wanted to name the island 'Ty-land'.

When I finally landed next to him, he had already stopped breathing... At first I thought he was just exhausted and fell asleep... but I couldn't wake him up... I thought he was just fast asleep, so I hit him several times to wake him up... I screamed at him, shook his body... I even broke one of his fingers just to wake him up. I did not want to realize that he's dead... I wanted him to come back..."

This was enough. I can't just sit here while he's remembering such stuff. I jump off the log and press him close to my chest and pat his head, trying to calm him.

But his story continues, as muffled cries into my chest. "All I remember is waking up from Az's screams and one of the teachers who dragged me across the ground. Az had told them about our plans after we had been missing for a whole day. That moment I hated him for that... told him that we were no longer friends... He sobbed and didn't say a single word. Then one of the teachers grabbed me and lifted off. The other teacher took Az on his back and followed us... back down there I could still see Tyrel... I shouted 'Tyrel is still there' and 'You can't leave him here'... 'He will die out here'...

'We won't carry a corpse with us'... that's what they told me..."

Drake had started clamping me in his arms as if he really tried to break my bones, crying into my chest.

"The next days I didn't talk... didn't eat... didn't learn.... I got scolded, but I didn't care. One week after Ty's death I returned to the platform where we started... I wanted to return to him, to take him back with me, show everyone he is still alive. Just as I unfolded my wings, something jumped at me from behind. I fell on the ground and cracked a bone in my wings... It was Az, crying, hitting me in the back, shouting at me how stupid I am... that Ty is already dead, that some other teachers already got his corpse from there the other day...

That he does not want to lose his other friend as well...

Even though I said I'd hate him... though I did not speak a single word to him... ignored him... he still considered me a friend...best friend... and probably saved my life."

"I guess in that case I have to thank him as well... because I owe him for my love twice already." I was not sure if this was any help to him, but Az really is a fine guy. But again I see that my former life... my childhood... after all it wasn't that bad. I haven't been spoiled like many others, but I also never had to experience any losses like that. Well... not exactly like that at least...

"So... Drake... you want to introduce me to him? After all this is his island, right? As less as I might know about you, you surely have something like a grave, or a shrine here, right?" He looks at me with watery eyes, asking me if I really wanted this, or if I was doing this just for him. Of course I wouldn't really get to know Tyrel. Of course I was doing this for Drake. But also to get to know him. "Without him... who knows how you might have turned out to be? The least I can do is to thank him, right?"

Now Drake really lets go of himself, crying all the sadness away. Even though it becomes quite difficult for me to breathe, I feel really good, as I can feel all the emotions he channels through his arms. All I can do is to squeeze him back, to show him how much I need him.

Again we just sit here... Me on Drake's lap, hugging each other as tight as we possibly can. Listening to all the tiny noises out there, our breathing, the crackling of the fire... the smell of burnt meat... "The meat!" "Oh shit!"

Luckily we can rescue most of it. I think it won't take much longer till it is ready. "I'm sorry Chris... I planned this for so long time and now everything becomes a mess just because I told you this old story."

"Don't be silly. This is the most wonderful day in my life. There is this really sweet guy who just taught me how to fly, who planned a trip to a beautiful lonely island all on his own, including food and... 'food'. And just now he told me a story of his past, a story about true friendship." "Chris... I..." I place a finger on his snout. "My plans for the rest of the night: Food, cuddles, sleep. And tomorrow you introduce me to your friend. Any objections?"

Drake shakes his head and stands up, walks towards the boar on the fireplace. "I think it's time for phase one of your plans." He says smilingly. With a few small kicks he spreads the remaining firewood so the fire goes down. Then he grabs a leg while placing his other hand on the body of the boar. Just a quick pull later, Drake hands me a hot, grilled boar leg.

First I want to scream because it would burn my hand, but it seemed to cool extremely quick in my hand. "It doesn't cool down. It's just your nerve system adapting to the heat. Don't worry, dragon skin is quite heat resistant. You could sit in the fire and nothing would happen to you. And now eat before it really gets cold."

No need to tell me twice. I take a huge bite out of the leg. Lots of juice squirts out of it. A strong taste lays down on my tongue. Reminds me more of beef than pork, but way softer and juicier. But not as strong as the horse we had the other day. "Eat, there is still much left." He tells me happily. Well... it seems he forgot that I already had one filling... and lunch...

Approximately an hour later, most of the boar was gone, we finished eating. I am stuffed to the brim, but it seems the story about Tyrel had diminished Drake's appetite.

Full as I am, I let myself slip off the log and roll into a somewhat comfortable position. Drake still sits there, his empty eyes staring into the flames. "Drake?" "Huh? Sorry... feeling a bit off." "Time for part two of my plan." "Part two?" "Food - Cuddles - Sleep... you remember?" Heh... even though I feel lazy from the stuffing I just had, it wouldn't be just cuddles. I just know it.

"I don't know... I'm not in the mood for it right now." He wouldn't get away like this. Not a chance. I stand up again, feeling heavy from all the boar in my belly. I slowly walk towards Drake who is still gazing into the flames. "You know... it's okay to be sad about a loss, even if it is many years ago. But don't let it ruin your mood. Think about all the fun moments you had. And think about the fun moments you will have with me."

"I know..." I got enough of it. I tense my leg muscles, then let them catapult me towards him, ripping him from his seat and crashlanding us on the ground. It was a bad idea. My stomach hurt a bit, and for a short moment I struggle to keep the food inside. "Chris, what the-" "Cuddles. Now." I command with a laugh.

A small smile rushes through his face which then darkens again. "You don't want to cuddle..." "Huh?" I play confused... I do want to lie next to him and press my body against his body. I want to stroke him, kiss him... I want to be close to him. "Nah... you don't want to cuddle. Your body tells me." My bo-"ooaaahhh" Electric jolts chase through my body, firework in my head. What was that?

I see Drake smiling nasty. Another electric charge stirs me up. I follow his eyes along his arm until it becomes clear what is giving me this pleasure. "You want 'it', and not just cuddles, don't you?" My heart starts racing, my breathing also accelerates. Another panic attack? But why? We already had sex earlier. But this time Drake does not stop on my reaction. Quite the contrary, he tightens the grip around my shaft once again. "You weren't having panic attacks, my love... you were on the edge all those times... one little touch away from a massive explosion, weren't you?"

He crawls backwards until his head is on one height with my throbbing erection. Is he... He... The hot touch of his tongue on my still foreign cock is just too much for me. That and all the built up pressure from all his earlier attempts... I can't hold it back for a single second. Splashing all my juice into his face, pasting up his nostrils.

A second load of juice flows out of my cock, with less pressure. Drake is still busy licking his muzzle at least somewhat clean, so it lands on my belly, where it meets up with shots number three and four. I never came that much, and it has been an awful long time since cumming felt this... awesome. But Drake was not satisfied yet. I can hear it in his thoughts... 'more'... 'give me more'... and without hesitating he lowers his head down on me again. His tongue wanders up and down on my whole length, including the massive knot that kept my cock from retracting. Then he opens his muzzle, presenting his sharp teeth to me. Before I can say anything, or at least scream, he rams my whole length down his throat. Not even grazing me with those sharp edges. His lips lie down on my knot while it feels as if he was swallowing my head down. This immense sucking... is... too much... for... hhhhhnnnnnnnngg...