"I'm going out, Dad."

"Huh? You'er what?"

"Going out."

"Oh. Alright. Don't be out too late."

"Uh-huh. See you later."

With a soft click, Gray closed the door behind him and adjusted his shorts around his waist and the satchel strap that sat over his form-fitting jumper. The 6 foot tall dragon cub descended the steps, swinging his chunky thighs as he went, hiking his thick tail up so that it didn't drag along the ground behind him. He cast a final glance at the house, aware of who lay within, before a smile crossed his maw and he picked up the pace, heading down the street in the direction of the bus stop, intending in taking one to the city centre.

Gray's relationship with his dad has been considerably better than before, and Gray chalked it up to their eventful encounter late at night some couple months ago. When Gray and his father, Drake, were still new in town, Gray had unsuspectedly stumbled upon his father masturbating late at night, and things had taken a turn for the sexual, much to Gray's surprise. Drake had been guilty about it ever since, of that Gray could be sure, but the young Dragon could see that his father was more affectionate or interested in the boy's life than before. Their lewd encounter had sparked a change for the better, to the point where Gray was actually looking forward to Christmas.

Drake wasn't much of the Christmas type, primarily due to his laziness. They maybe had a couple of decorations each year to put up, and Drake at least went to the hassle of trying to cook a decent meal, knowing that Gray would enjoy some family time, but with Gray's mother out of the picture of Drake's general attitude to life, the holidays had always felt short of 'festive' most of the time. This year, however, Gray was determined to make a difference, and the first thing to check off his list was a gift.

The bus rolled up to the stop only a couple of minutes after Gray reached it, much to the boy's delight. The weather was bitterly cold and he wasn't a fan of the chill on his white and cyan scales. He clambered onto the bus, paid his fare and took a seat at the back away from prying eyes. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, primarily wondering exactly what he could gift his father than the man would enjoy. After weeks of thinking, his mind had eventually settled on a brand new DVD player-- their current one had broken in the move and Gray knew his father was an avid film watcher, though was too lazy to order a new one. It was going to take most of Gray's pocket money, or at least he assumed so, but it would be worth it to see the smile on his father's face.

The bus journey took roughly around 20 minutes to get into the centre of the city and onto the main "high street" where most of the shops were locations. Gray was thankfully not as big or as bulky as his father yet-- at only 10 years of age, the dragon boy stood at 6 foot tall, but when he becomes an adult he'll likely be his father's height, near enough 15 feet or more. It was the nature of their species, but Gray silently wished he could stay at his current height for as long as possible. At least he fit in that way.

He strode through the high street, his eyes glancing to the signs of various shops along the way until he found the one he was looking for: a well known hardware store for computers, laptops and other electronics. Gray knew he'd probably find what he was looking for in there-- though he couldn't be sure of how expensive it would be.

He stepped inside and was immediately greeted to a minimalistic environment, with soft carpeted floors and clear cut aisles with things on display so that he could see them up close and out of the box. An employee smiled at him as he entered and Gray found himself smiling back instinctively, before he felt embarrassed for doing so and made his way deeper into the store. It took little effort for him to find the right aisle and, to his relief, a number of the DVD players at on display, though clearly not set up to function. He looked at each of them in turn and found himself deliberating over which was more suitable.

Deciding on the right player was harder than he thought. Some had better features but cost more money, but those features seemed quite important to have in comparison to the cheaper models, which couldn't even player better quality DVDs. After a while, Gray found himself doubting if it was even worth it, considering his father hadn't even gone out to buy a new one in a couple of months. Surely he had a reason for doing so, right? The longer he thought about it, the more he sent himself into a spiral.

Then, all of a sudden, he was brought back to reality by a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump and turn his attention to whoever had touched him. Gray came face to face with an unfamiliar face-- a dark-furred canine with strangely mesmerising yellow eyes and a fairly confident posture. Gray quickly swept his gaze up and down and then noticed the name badge on the canine's polo shirt. He was an employee.

"You look stressed," The canine hummed as Gray picked up his name from the badge, reading as 'Matt'. "Anything I can do to help? You struggling to pick a model?"

"Oh, uh, um..." Gray felt a little put on the spot, but he took a moment to relax himself and compose his thoughts. "I want to get a DVD player for my dad, but I don't have a lot of money and I'm not sure which to get..."

"Well, I'm sure you've had time to look at them and see their features, right? What kind of things does your father watch?" The canine was patient and calm, which was a relief considering how flustered Gray felt. 

"Films, mostly, so I thought he would want the one that plays them in high quality..." He was only 10, but Gray had at least picked up enough around the general internet to know what the quality of a DVD meant. Something to do with HD and 4k and other things.

"So like this HD player, then?" The employee strode over towards one of the more expensive models with a sleek black finish.

"I do, but...I don't think I have enough pocket money to cover it." The boy mumbled, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the small wallet his dad had bought for him a couple of years ago when Gray wanted to feel 'grown up'. He rummaged through and, sure enough, he was considerably short. The canine looked the dragon up and down and then quietly approached, glancing towards the wallet and then back to Gray's face.

"How old are you?" Matt asked quietly, barely above a whisper, and Gray's eyes widened. Matt had the be the first person he knew to recognise that he wasn't an adult. A flush crossed the boy's cheeks at the embarrassment of giving his age.

"I'm 10." He answered honestly, stowing his wallet back into his shoulder bag. The employee raised his eyebrows at the thought of the boy being so young, but now that he'd observed his mannerisms, it made sense. Matt cleared his throat.

"Alright, well...you know that you can't afford it," Matt began, and Gray's smile faded at the thought. "But...there is a way you might be able to."

"How?" Gray was eager, if only because he wanted to get his father a nice gift-- he'd do what it takes to get it. Matt glanced past Gray towards the other end of the aisle, then to the right to see if anyone was looking in their direction. Gray's maw creased into a look of bewilderment, but his eyes widened when the employee reached his hand out and cupped down, deliberately stroking against the dragon's sizeable belly. The man would have to crouch to really get a good feel of the dragon's package, but regardless of that his intentions were clear.

That fact that Gray didn't say anything worried Matt a little, but when the canine raised his eyes to look at the dragon's face, the boy's flushed expression and lidded eyes told him all he needed to know. Confident that their little 'transaction' could go ahead, the employee of the hardware store decided that this wasn't the best place for them to do it. He withdrew his hand, grabbing the boy's own and guiding him down the aisle. Gray wordlessly followed, keeping up the pace.

Matt lead him down the aisles and into the main centre of the store, where he guided him towards the back away from the counters, tills and other staff members. There at the back sat a small door which an electronic lock and the appropriate panel to input a numbered code. Matt's thumb deftly moved across the panel and the lock clicked, allowing him to swing the door towards him to open it. He guided Gray into a small narrow hallway, where 2 doors sat to the right and another at the far end, all with similar locks. 

"S-So, uh..." Gray back, glancing awkwardly behind him as the door shut, the canine still tugging him along a little. "What did you want me to do? For the, uh, the DVD player..."

"Hmm..." Matt began, punching the code into another lock and pushing the door open, guiding the boy into a small back room, an array of shelves sitting side by side stacked with electronics. "I think you have some sort of idea, right?"

"Um...kind of." Gray wasn't sure completely, but he was certain that the man would explain a little.

"Why don't we start with this?" Matt suggested, the canine reaching out his black-furred hand and guiding Gray's own hand towards his crotch. The dragon's fingers curled easily around the canine's obvious package through his formal grey trousers, and he flexed his fingers, feeling the curves and contours of the man's length. The dragon's face flushed at the thought of it and Matt chuckled, pushing the door shut so that they wouldn't be disturbed so easily.

The canine didn't tease him or direct him-- instead, the man reached down to the button of his trousers, unbuttoning it and letting the fabric part around his crotch. Gray withdrew his hand for a moment as the man dropped his pants, exposing his slightly loose briefs and the very obvious tenting within them. Gray didn't have to guess to know what it looked like: the bulge was rounded at the end and relatively uniform all the way along. It was humanoid for the most part, and it throbbed the second that Gray's clawed fingers glided along the length from over the top of the underwear.

"Good kid..." The man mumbled, and Gray felt himself getting more embarrassed. This was arousing, and his cock ached in his own pants, twitching and throbbing. Though he had done these sorts of things before, the majority of it was a mystery to him. All he knew was that men's cocks got him all flustered and the scent of their arousal stirred his own. It didn't take any coaxing for the dragon to reach up, grasping the waistband of the man's underwear and yanking it down at the front. The canine's cock was momentarily caught on his briefs, but eventually sprung free, displaying all 9 inches of twitching, eager cock.

Matt parted his lips to speak, but it looked as if he didn't have to. Gray was already pushing his head forwards, drawn in by the subtle scents of the man's arousal, and the end of his snout grazed against the underside of the cock, letting the length slide over his maw and between his eyes. The boy's gaze lidded slightly as he stuck out his fleshy, thick tongue, dragging it across the warm crevice between the base of the canine's length and his ample balls. Gray hooked the underwear in underneath the man's package and then started to go to town on it, curling his tongue around every available inch of the member he could reach with his tongue. He was mostly taking pointers from that one particular stranger who had done similar things to him before, as well as things he'd done with his own dad.

A groan escaped the canine's lips, a clear indication of how good of a job Gray was doing. The way the cock pulsed powerfully against his tongue and cheek as stirring Gray's senses like no other, to the point where his very loins ached from just servicing the man. The more he locked, the greater it seemed to feel for the both of them, somehow. Eventually, the dragon boy tugged back, pressing the end of his snout to the cock's twitching head. He parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, fully expecting to take the cock into his maw. Yet, before he could bow his head, a hand snapped to his horns and pushed him back.

"W-Wait," The canine panted visibly, black furred fingers curling around Gray's prominent horns. "I'm already so close. I don't want to finish yet."

Gray's eyes darted down to the man's length, and sure enough he could see the beads of pre-cum that oozed from the man's throbbing end. Gray didn't quite know what the norm was for how long someone should last, but he was still a little surprised to say the least. Part of him wanted to defy the man, but with their deal at stake, he couldn't afford to disagree. That, and his father's usual parenting had made the boy particularly obedient. He relaxed himself and leant back, looking up at the canine as Matt did his best to compose himself, tongue lolled from his mouth.

"What, uh...what do you want to do now?" Gray asked, slowly but surely rising to his feet. The canine swept his gaze up and down the boy's body, before he reached for the cub's pants, messing with the front until he managed to unbuckle the shorts from the boy's waist. The pants fell easily to the ground, revealing an obvious pair of simple red briefs beneath, its surface dotted with small cartoon figures. What drew Matt's attention, however, was the massive tenting in the boy's underwear. The canine's mouth went dry as he pushed the underwear down, revealing what he'd hoped hadn't been true: 12 inches of thick dragon meat, larger than his own.

"Holy fuck." Matt murmured quietly, stunned and astounded that a boy far younger than him could have a cock at least 50% bigger than his own. The canine stood and grasped the boy's member, bringing it towards his own and standing the two of them side by side. Gray let out a delicately groan and a thick dribble of pre-cum oozed from the end of his member, dripping the floor.

"I feel funny." Gray complained, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The canine's heart hammered in his chest and he gulped nervously, thankful that no-one could see them. Gray had expected him to do as another man had before, but instead the man reached out and turned him around.

"Um, what are we doing?" Gray asked quietly, and the canine groaned, moving himself behind the dragon and reaching his hands down to aim for the boy's cheeks. He gave them a relatively plentiful squeeze, and hiked the tail up.

"I want to stick it in your butt. You can take it, right?" The canine asked with a lidded gaze and a heavy breath, and Gray shifted noticably on the spot. Ultimately, the boy was unsure-- but he saw that strange fox from a couple of months ago take his own length without much trouble, so surely it wasn't all that difficult. With an anxious nod, the dragon bent himself over a little, with guidance from one of Matt's greedy hands. Gray reached out to prop himself up on one of the shelves, spreading his apart a little as he felt the canine raised his tail up to expose a pink little hole hidden at the base.

The canine squatted down a little, as the dragon had more length to his torso than his legs, and he poised himself appropriately with his cock, angling it so that the head kissed with the cub's behind. All he could think was that he was going to fuck a 10 year old, but another part of him was excited that it was a boy this big. With a groan, he pushed his hips forwards, smearing the pre-cum from the end of his length onto the dragon's ass and sinking himself inside.

It stung, but not all that much. To Gray's surprised, it felt simply 'strange' more than anything else-- the foreign feeling of being stretched open, of having something sink into him was more difficult to contend with than the brief stinging pain of his virgin ass being used for the first time. The dragon hissed briefly through his teeth before a sigh escaped his lips, as the deeper that the cock went the better it seemed to feel, until his white and cyan scales were slightly tingling.

The canine shuddered considerably and sunk himself even deeper, going so far as to hilt in the dragon's behind, his cock pressing against a unique spot in the boy's body that had him gasping and squirming slightly on the spot. The pleasure of that specific spot was so intense that another dribble of pre-cum oozed from the dragon's length, dripping onto the ground beneath them. As Matt pulled back, his cock grazed against that spot again and made it all the more better. There was still the underlying stabs of discomfort and a bit of pain, but the majority of it was completely washed away by the exquisite bliss the boy was feeling.

It didn't take long for the canine to get going, and he clearly wasn't going to take long to finish either. His slow motions quickly moved into steady thrusts, and then into a rapid, powerful humps, his hips pistoning back and forth. Gray was briefly surprised at such speed, but his gasping cries quickly lapsed into grunting huffs as the cock slammed against his prostate over and over, making his marginally larger member bob up and down with each twitch and throb. The pre-cum that oozed from the end of Matt's cock smeared around the length of his member with each rapid and powerful thrust, making each hump more slick and easy than the last. With each rough thrust, his balls and pelvis met with the dragon's scaly, smooth behind, and the pre-cum that stained the man's pelvic fur and balls caused audible wet slaps to reverberate around the small back room, accentuating their lewd and slightly rough sex.

Gray's fingers curled around the shelf in front of him as each thrust made his entire body rock forwards and cause the contents of the shelf to bounce and move, making what should be relatively quiet sex all the more louder. Along with that, the dragon huffed and whimpered with every thrust, each one growing in intensity as the canine rammed into him, until he felt as if he couldn't take any more. His toes curled against the concrete floor and his swaying cock and balls flung dribbles of pre-cum at lewd angles across the floor between his legs. The pleasure grew more and more, until every thrust of the man's 9 inch member felt like pure and utter ecstasy.

Then, in an instant, something welled up and opened inside of him, and his entire body relaxed. A sigh escaped his lips as a feeling of bliss washed over him, endorphins coursing through his veins. His cock throbbed and twitched, spurting thick and plentiful strings of cum across the floor, a potency to his climax unlike any 10 year old should have-- a sign of his good quality genes and peculiarly large species. The cub pushed his behind back against the canine's member, desiring more as he stained the floor with arc upon arc of seed.

Matt couldn't quite see what was happening, but the spasming warmth around his cock made it clear the boy had orgasmed, and the mere thought of that seemed to send them an over the edge. With a snarl, he pushed his hips forwards and sunk the entirety of his cock into the boy's behind, wanting to feel each clenching of the cub's inner ring and velvety walls. Each squeeze around the base of his member drew him closer and closer until he felt himself teetering over the metaphorical edge. He climaxed not too long after Gray, rocking his hips into the dragon's ass as Gray pushed back, accepting each spurt, each thick and ample load. The canine's balls tucked up firmly against his body as he had what he felt to be the hardest, most pleasurable orgasm in his entire life.

For a while, there was no other sound but their deep, laboured panting, the pair of them gasping for air for relatively different reasons. The canine's hands stroked the dragon's smooth scaly cheeks as Gray's knees visibly wobbled from physical exertion, his cock dangling half-limp between his legs, a thick string of seed hanging from the end of his head. Matt eventually pulled back, sliding his cum-coated cock from the boy's behind and visibly gulped at the sight of a bead of cum dripping from the boy's stretched hole.

"Holy-- Wow. You made...quite the mess." Matt remarked, now able to see exactly how much Gray had painted the floor. The dragon did his best to ease himself out of the way, not wanting to set in it as he blinked down at the mess, full of nothing but embarrassed-- but to Matt, it was rather cute.

"Alright, so..." The canine turned, tugging up his pants and tucking his sticky member away into his underwear for now. "That DVD player..."

"Y-Yeah." Gray followed what the employee was doing and tugged up his own pants as well, adjusting them appropriately and buttoning them back up. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself, looking the same as he did before-- no-one would see the damp spot that had formed in his underwear, at least.

"Hmm...ah! Here it is," The man grabbed a box from one of the shelves near the back, then returned back towards the dragon, holding it out. "Grab this, will you?"

Gray reached out the took the box, staring down at what looked to be a technical, minimalistic drawing of a DVD player on the front, with some specifications marked down in the corner. With a gesture, the canine guided Gray back towards the door, casting a glance at the stain on the floor as he went. Matt lead him back out into the hallway after a quick check to make sure the coast was clear, before he coaxed him towards the other end of the hallway-- opposite the way they had come. He punched a code into the lock and then tugged the door open. To the boy's surprise, it lead out into what appeared to be a quiet alley by the side of the building.

"Wait...that's it? I don't need to pay, or...?" Gray looked down at the box and then back up at the canine, who offered him a wink.

"I think you earned it," He teased. "Just take a left here and you'll be back out onto the main street. Oh, and uh...don't tell anyone we did this, okay? I could be fired."

"O-Okay." Gray mumbled, tightening his grip on the box and bringing it closer to his chest. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. But uh...you know, if you ever need some more electronics then..." He trailed off for a moment, blinking at the boy's bewildered expression. "Just uh, come back."

"Oh...okay!" Gray beamed, before he turned and stepped out into the alley. He cast a glance back at the canine and grinned toothily, showing off his sharp teeth, before he quickly and briskly made his way towards the street. The canine watched him go for a moment before quietly closing the door.

Gift in hand, Gray made his way home. There was only 2 weeks to Christmas, and he needed to wrap it before his father caught on!



---------- x x x ----------



Christmas morning. For many, it was a time of celebration and family togetherness. To others, an excuse to open expensive presents. For Gray and Drake, it was thankfully the former.

Drake had at least made an effort, especially when he had noticed that Gray had slipped a large parcel in under the undecorated Christmass tree a couple of weeks ago. Aware that his son was taking things seriously this year, the 15 foot tall man had done his best to try and decorate appropriately, hanging up lights on the wall and putting tinsel around the tree, amongst other things. Of course, such large hands were not normally made for delicate work. Drake had more of an advantage than most, as he sometimes had to do 'fiddly' work for his freelance job, but most of the time he struggled with it. Gray was thankfully there to help out.

The two of them sat in the living room in their respective seats: Drake laid out across the 8 person couch in nothing but a pair of pyjama pants, and Gray sitting in his usual adult-sized armchair with a full set of pyjamas one. Gifts had been exchanged, yet remained unopened. Gray was the first to start.

"Go on then, kid." Drake gestured from his laying down position, still nursing a mug of coffee as the boy stuck his claws into the badly wrapped present, taking the wrapping off to reveal the gift beneath. A grin spread across the boy's face at the sight of a brand new satchel-- one that had more pockets than his old tattered one, with a more ergonomic strap. His adult-sized body could take the weight of a larger satchel with more things in it. It was a practical and well thought-out gift.

"Thanks dad. I love it." Gray pressed the gift to his chest and beamed happily in his father's direction. Drake looked embarrassed for once, and he averted his gaze from his son's expression, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Y-Yeah, well, your other one was gettin' old, so..." He glanced back at the dragon boy to see him grinning even wider, which made Drake visibly uncomfortable. "Okay, okay. I get it."

"Are you gonna open yours?" The boy asked with an excited giggle, leaning forwards expectantly. Drake reached out for the neatly wrapped package, albeit with some mistakes, and eyed the boy curiously.

"Is there where I find out you borrowed my credit card?" He asked with a fairly indifferent tone. Gray didn't respond and simply gestured with his hands. With a grunt, Drake used a single large finger to scrape the wrapping so that he could tuck a claw underneath it. It didn't take him long after that to tear the wrapping off, and he paused when he held the gift in his hand. His eyes widened at the sight, before they visibly softened and a smile crept across his maw.

"Thanks, kid." He mumbled quietly, moved to his core. Gray moved from his chair and waddled his way over, placing the bag side. To Drake's surprise, Gray began to climb the dragon's body, crawling up his leg a little and unintentionally grazing the adult's crotch before he reached his father's chest. He laid out across him, his paws inches from his father's crotch-- though the boy was more concerned with being close to his dad, more than anything.

"You haven't laid on me like this since your mother left us." Drake remarked quietly, barely above a whisper. Gray stretched his arms out either side of him and pressed his chin to his dad's bare chest, scale to scale.

"...I love you, dad." Gray murmured quietly, closing his eyes and just enjoying the warmth of his father's body and the beating of his heart. This was the kind of moments that made Christmas special-- at least to Gray, who now only had one parent to look up to. Drake reached out and stroked along the boy's back over his pyjamas, a little lost for words. Neither of them had to say anything: the platonic affection of father and son was evident in their interaction. Though neither of them were all that great at showing it, even something as simple as a touch bore a lot of affection for the both of them.

A silence between the two of them that lasted for a good few minutes or more, before the younger dragon began to shift. He peeked open one eye to see his father's eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. Gray was sure the man wasn't sleeping though-- his hand was still attentive to the boy's back.

"Dad." Gray began awkwardly enough, sliding his hands up to place his arms under his chin, awkwardly tapping with his clawed fingers.

"Mm? What is it?" The father quietly grumbled, but eyes remaining firmly shut.

"You remember that, uh...that thing we did, before? With your, uh..." Gray trailed off and he felt his father stiffen beneath him.

"Yeah. What about it?" Drake's speech was steady, but he was frankly quite nervous.

"Can we...do it again? It made you happy and it was fun, so..." Gray trailed off, feeling his cheeks begin to warm at such an awkward conversation. Drake's fingers curled around his son's back and he sighed quietly through his nostrils.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind you touching my c-- uh, my thing again." He muttered, and Gray breathed a quiet sigh of relief. The dragon boy's intentions, however, did not stop there.

"I was hoping that I, uh...I could...put it in your butt?" Gray asked, and Drake's eyes immediately shot open at his words. "I-I'm just curious to try it again..."

"Okay." To any other person, the quickness at which Drake agreed to such things would have been suspicious. In fact, Drake should have been questioning his son on how he knew such things, but his body answered before his mind could comprehend the severity of the boy's words. Gray was practically overjoyed and wiggled in his spot atop the dragon's chest, before he slid from Drake's body and back towards the floor. He teetered for a moment as he attempted to find purchase, before his feet finally touched the floor and he backed away.

Gray was far too eager, already beginning to remove his clothes. Drake had to wonder what was worse: that they were having sex so early on Christmas morning, or that he was going to bottom for his pubescent son. In either case, he shoved the connotations of each to the back of his mind and instead glanced towards his son, who had already tossed his top aside onto the nearby armchair, and was already stepping out of his pyjamas, more or less fully in the nude. His usually impressive member was already sitting at half mast, and a few quick jerks from the boy's hand sent it well on its way to full hardness in no time.

Drake shifted uncomfortably, unsure how they were going to do this. He eventually decided it'd be easier if he laid on his side, so he turned on the couch so that his ass was facing outwards, and he tugged down the back of his pyjamas pants, sneaking them towards his knees so that he could see his amply sized cock from within the tangles of fabric. He has a similar sort of anatomy to his son, so he had to lift up his thick tail to expose the treasures beneath. 

"You know what you're doing, don't you?" Drake asked and Gray paused mid-stride towards him, his expression knitting into a frown. "Lubricant. Go to my bedroom and get it. End table, top drawer."

At his command, the boy earnestly bounded back towards the adjoining hallway on the other side of the living room. Drake idly stroked his semi-flaccid member, his earholes listening out for his son's padding footsteps as he kicked his pants off of his feet, leaving him naked. He heard him rummaging around, and moments later the boy came bounding back down the hall, his footsteps thudding as he went. He reappeared behind his father with a bottle in hand, a viscous liquid within.

"Pour some on your finger and them smear it around the top of your...thingy." Drake gritted his teeth at having to explain something as simple as lube to his son, and he became all the more aware of the disparaging difference of their age, as well as the sheer moral implications of what they were about to do, but there was no backing out of it now.

"Like this?" Gray had oozed perhaps a bit too much lube into his fingers and the majority of his member was already glistening under the warm white lights above, coated in a thin film of lube. With a nod, Gray set the bottle down and then approached, hiking up a foot onto the couch and awkwardly sliding himself up against his father's behind. His turgid cock poked against his dad's scales and the older man huffed quietly, raising his outermost leg to expose himself a little more.

"Your balls are so big." His son remarked, momentarily distracted by the large sack that sat sagging against his father's inner thigh. Drake sighed quietly when he felt his son's slightly sticky hand smearing across his package, before the boy returned his attention to the task at hand. He affirmed his purchase on the couch with his paw and then held onto his father's tail, using his other hand to help prop the leg up. He had a good angle of vision for the most part, and after some adjustment, the head of his member touched with Drake's pucker. 

Drake wasn't sure if he was going to feel much. The fact of the matter is that, whilst he is bisexual, he hasn't bottomed in some years-- the last time was during his college age, and he was considerably shorter at the time. In short, he was both hesitant and also mildly curious. He'd soon find out however, for Gray was already beginning to push, the head of his member being swallowed up effortlessly by the larger dragon's hole as he sunk deeper and deeper.

The lube had made things considerably easier; Gray slid in without a hitch, and found himself perhaps thrusting forwards a little too roughly, sunking himself in about halfway before he stopped, paralysed with anxiety when he heard his father hiss through his teeth. Gray could feel the tight, warm squeezing of the man's innards around his sizeable cock and he shifted, sliding back a little in the hopes it might ease any discomfort he had.

"Phew...easy there, kiddo," The father huffed. "Maybe go a little slower, yeah?"

"S-Sorry..." Gray mumbled, and he did as he was guided. He curled his fingers around his father's scales and gripped tightly, pushing himself forwards and sinking his cock deeper into his dad's behind, taking his time to only stick himself in an inch or two before pausing and going again. By the half a good chunk of his member was in the adult's ass, the boy was shuddering and huffing harshly through his nose, overwhelming by the sensations of warmth gripping around his sensitive tool.

Drake was experiencing similar pleasure, but in an entirely different way. He had been apprehensive about how much he would feel of his son's cock, but he was surprised to find that not only was the boy sliding pretty deep into him, but the length of his cock was grazing against his own prostate. A quiet groan escaped the man's lips and Gray perked up at the sound, happy to know that he was pleasing his dad. Gray tugged back and thrust forwards, his legs wobbling a little bit as his cock violently throbbed inside his dad's behind. It was a lot for Gray to take, considering it was his second time topping-- he hadn't quite gotten used to it. The last time was with that peculiar, strange fox, but it had been pretty one-sided.

"Mmh...D-Daddy..." The boy quivered, and Drake gulped at the sound of his son's gentle moans. His large member throbbed against the couch fabric and a thick dollop of pre-cum oozed from the end of his cock just from his son's words alone. Drake couldn't help but groan again as he felt his son picking up the pace, his slow and steady movements slipping into relatively steady thrusts. He could hear Gray's gentle breathing and quiet panting, and the room began to echo with the wet sounds of their sex, the lube sticking their scales so that each thrust was audible and slick.

Gray began to whimper and huff with every other thrust, his hands gripping tightly to his father's body as Drake quietly stroked himself, closing his eyes and relishing the sensation of being fucked. It had been so long since he'd bottomed for anyone-- so long since he'd had sex, frankly-- that he could already feel himself growing ever closer to his release in just a couple of minutes. It was crazy what staying pent up for several months, even years could do to you. Sometimes masturbating just wasn't enough-- though Drake certainly wouldn't be admitting that he lets his son fuck him just to get off.

It soon became clear that Gray wasn't going to last much longer. His thrusts had grown heavier and faster, but also considerably more irregular as he attempted to keep up the pace. The boy's stamina was beginning to wane however, and he eventually started to lean forwards, propping himself up on his father's body and lidding his gaze. He was panting harshly, hips mindlessly thrusting as he lolled his tongue and closed his eyes.

"Daddy...I think I'm almost ready...!" The cub panted out, and Drake began to quicken his own pace, wanting to meet his son with his own orgasm. He could feel the knot inside of him forming, growing ever tighter with each quick jerk and stroke. He began to pant with an increased intensity, his hand rapidly gliding over his member as pre-cum flung from the tip of his length, staining the couch and sometimes arcing over it to land on the carpet on the other side.

He gauged his own orgasm against his son's own, listening for Gray's laboured breathing and harsh groaning so that he could cum at the same time. When Gray's chest began to heave and his moans grew to a peak, Drake quickly and fiercely beat his hand up and down, his fingers reaching the top of his cock and sliding all the way down to his ample nuts, forcing them to swung and bounce. He felt himself teetering over at the edge at just the right time.

With a groan, the pair of them orgasmed at the same time. Gray pushed in as far as he could go as his dad's insides clamped down and squeezed around his throbbing cock. He shot rope after rope into his father's behind just as Drake arced thick, near-copious globules of seed across the back of the couch and onto the carpet. The two of them moaned in their delight and relaxed, emptying their sizeable loads in all manner of directions. Drake curled his toes and sighed blissfully, his member pumping spurt after spurt that eventually lost its force and began to dribble from his member onto his own body and the couch in kind. Gray practically collapsed on his father's body, his member firmly embedded in the man's behind.

"Wow..." Drake muttered. He hadn't cum like that in a long time, of that he was certain. His head was hanging a little off the side of the couch so he got quite the good look at the mess he made. He'd be washing it out of the carpet for weeks.

"I love you dad..." The boy mumbled again, and Drake turned his head to see the cub nestled warmly against his side, arms wrapped around him. He could still feel his son's twitching cock within his inner walls. Though the adult wanted nothing more than to lay there and enjoy it, he was aware of the mess he made.

"Hey, kiddo," He began. "C'mon, get up."

"B-But..."

"We've made a pretty big mess and I gotta clean. How about you go and take a shower and then we can cuddle up on the couch and watch movies, yeah?"

"Okay!" The offering of cuddling up seemed to stir the dragon boy into action. It was weird how affectionate he'd become over the past couple of months, though Drake chalked it up to their lewd endeavours. He could understand why-- it was easy to be affectionate to someone you were intimate with, at least for the most part.

It took some time, but he eventually dried out most of the carpet, and dropped a towel down to clean up the rest. He did the same to the couch before laying himself across it once more, not even bother to put on his pants this time and letting his member hang freely. 

His son appeared a good 30 minutes later freshly clean and similar unclothed. The dragon patted his chest and Gray eagerly climbed up to nestle atop him. Drake had retrieved a blanket from the cupboard and he draped it over the pair of them-- it was too small for himself, but big enough for his son at least.

"Dad."

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could do this more often?"

"What, the whole, uh...putting the thing in the thing?"

"No. I mean the cuddling."

A giggled resonated through the air, followed by a low and audible chuckle.

"Anything for you, kid."