James pulled the van to a stop and put it in park, slumping back in his seat. It had been a long drive, and he felt exhausted; which he thought was a bit ridiculous considering all he'd done for the past fourteen hours was listen to music and keep his eyes on the road. A sound came from the back of the van before a large, dark red snout poked up from the backseat, breathing hot air against the side of his face and neck. 
	"Hey, I know, I know, we're here. Sheesh," James said, laughing and pushing the dragon's snout away while unbuckling his seatbelt. He hopped out of driver side door right as a short, younger ball of energy tackled him, hugging him around the waist.
	"James! You're here! What took you so long?" a muffled voice said from his chest.
	James staggered back against the side of his fan, air knocked from his lungs. "Flynn! Jesus, kid, how long were you waiting out here?" He laughed and pushed the smaller boy away, brushing off his shirt.
	Flynn was a couple inches shorter than he was with dirty blond hair that covered his big, brown eyes. This far south, winter didn't really ever hit, and the younger boy was dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a white t-shirt that was baggy on his frame. He was a couple shades darker than James' barely-tanned skin, and had dark sun freckles all down his arms and across his neck. "You said you were about half an hour out! I decided to wait out here since I was done with chores."
	"Good, you can help me bring in my bags," he teased, getting the younger teenager to roll his eyes.
	"Yeah, yeah, mom told me to anyway," he said, turning to look at the large, gray van. "What's with this thing? I thought you drove something... interesting."
	James snorted and pushed past his cousin to put a hand on the handle. "Because,"-he said, pausing for dramatic effect-"I can't fit him in a sports car." He slid the door open, and Smolder stepped out of the van, drawing excited gasps from the blond kid.
	The seats in the van had been folded into the floor, so the large, red dragon stepped out of the vehicle with a lazy grace, barely making any noise as he stood on the gravel driveway and stretched his neck up and out. He had dark, red scales with black speckling his shoulders and back, down to the thick, rudder-like tail that swayed behind him. 
	"This is Smolder, though I'm sure you could recognize him from the pictures," James said, stepping forward and rubbing a hand down over the dragon's snout, then up over his face and the twisted, onyx-colored bones that protruded like horns over the back of his head.
	Smolder let out a soft crooning noise and nuzzled into his human's hand, eyes closing while enjoying the treatment.
	Flynn was showing remarkable restraint, practically vibrating where he stood, eager to throw himself at the dragon. The kid had grown up around plenty of animals, though, and knew how to behave. "He's so pretty! I thought you said you weren't bringing him."
	"I lied. Aunt April knew, of course, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Christian travels too much during football season to watch him, and I doubt I could find someone to watch him for me," he explained, petting down the dragon's neck and rubbing his shoulders. "He's very gentle and loves people. You can pet him."
	Flynn stepped close, extending a hand towards the dragon, eyes as wide as they'd ever been. Smolder opened his red-amber eyes and leaned in to nuzzle Flynn's hand as well, and the boy's careful restraint shattered and he threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around the dragon's neck, hugging him. "Hi, Smolder. You're beautiful and huge and warm and I've wanted to meet you so bad!" he babbled, hugging the dragon's neck and rubbing his face over the smooth scales.
	James took Smolder to the local park at least once a week where children half Flynn's size would ride the dragon around, clinging to him and squealing. The dragon loved the attention. He preened from the boy's words, even if he didn't understand them, and took a step closer to press more firmly against Flynn's chest.
	"Come on, let's go inside. I have to pee. I've been driving since like, two this morning," James said, smacking his cousin's butt as he stepped past him to get his suitcase from the van.
	"We're in the country!" Flynn giggled, face pressed into the dragon's throat up under his muzzle as his hands ran up and down over the smooth, scaled neck. "Pee in the grass."
	James laughed and shook his head, purposefully bumping Flynn's hips with his suitcase. "Yeah, well, I'm a city-boy now, so let's go, kid."
	Flynn reluctantly pulled away from the dragon, hand lingering on Smolder's shoulder, fingers tracing some of the black scales. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not a kid, you know." He stuck his tongue out at his older cousin and snatched the suitcase from James' hand.
	"You're always gonna be a kid to me," James said, shutting the van door and shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked along the gravel path towards the large farm house. "That bratty little kid who hid in the closet for two hours, watching me and my boyfriend fuck."
	The back of Flynn's neck reddened as he blushed, though the corners of his lips turned up at the corner. That had been a few years back when they'd both visited, and Flynn had snuck into the closet to watch them, not realizing that they'd be going at it for so long. "So, you're saying you and your boyfriend fucked a kid?" he teased.
	James missed a step and nearly fell on his face, his cheeks burning brightly. "That's not..." he began, shaking his head. "No, that's... I mean, hey, you were watching us! Pervert."
	Flynn's face was still red, but he held his head high, reminding James of how Smolder looked whenever the smug dragon pinned him down or got away with something he wasn't supposed to. "Uh huh, sure. Says the pervert who-"
	"You started that, not me!" James defended himself, faced still red as he laughed. Flynn had been nearly as insatiable then as Smolder was now.
	Flynn glanced back over his shoulder and grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, and I plan on starting it again." He might have been a few years younger than James, but he was taller and used to working on the farm with his aunt, so he had no problem lugging his older cousin's suitcase up the stairs to the back deck. He pulled the door open and went in, Smolder on his heels.
	James shook his head as he followed. "You never stopped, so at this point I think it's just called continuing," he said, closing the door behind him without locking it; nearest neighbors were two miles away.
	"Continuing what?" a feminine voice called from the pantry before a broad-shouldered woman stepped out. She was about Flynn's height, had gray-streaked blond hair, tan skin, and her wrinkled face broke into a warm smile. 
	"Nothing!" Flynn said, rolling the suitcase across the linoleum as he slipped past his mom and off into the hallway towards the guest rooms.
	April watched her son go before turning back to James and Smolder. "I must say, I remember your boyfriend being taller," she teased, putting aside the giant bag of sugar she'd been holding and wiping her hands off on a dish cloth.
	James face flushed at how close her obvious-joke had been to the truth. "What are you talking about? Smolder is way taller than Christian is."
	His aunt laughed and pulled him into a tight hug. She wasn't as muscular as Christian, but spending a life working on a farm had made her plenty strong, and she crushed James against her chest, lifting him a few feet off the ground. "It's good to see you, James. Hopefully Christian is doing well. They've been winning, haven't they?"
	James couldn't help but let out a squeak as his aunt lifted him off the ground. "Yes! Yeah, they've won five of the last six. Almost no chance they don't make the playoffs," he said, laughing as she set him back on his feet. 
	"Good, good. I watch when I can, even if you're dirty Wolves now," she teased, patting him on his chest before turning her attention to the large dragon sitting behind James. "So, this must be Smolder."
	The dragon's head turned towards the pair when he heard his name and he rose to his feet, taking a step forward. The older woman stepped close and took the dragon's snout in both hands, rubbing her thumbs across the bridge of his muzzle. 
	"He's so warm! I gotta say, if I didn't already have enough to take care of around here, I'd be tempted. I love all the videos you post of him with the kids," she said, stroking the dragon's face and neck as she spoke.
	Smolder let out a soft groan of pleasure and nuzzled her hands, chest rumbling approvingly at the affection.
	James thought about some of the videos he'd taken of Smolder that would never see the light of day if he could help it. "Ah, yeah, he's a handful. But I love him. He's like a dog and cat mixed into one, but also just... well, not like either of those. It's hard to explain."
	Aunt April was petting every inch of the dragon's head and neck, almost inspecting him as she would livestock, while whispering little words of affection to the big animal. "Bah, you live out on a farm long enough and you'll see that animals just act like animals. Dogs, cats, sheep, horses, cows, doesn't matter, they're about as diverse as people are," she said, petting down over the dragon's neck while she spoke.
	"Okay, but you know what I mean, right?" James said, patting the dragon's flank and rubbing over the base of his tail.
	She snorted and stepped away. "Yeah, I suppose I do. He's really pretty. Your uncle really wanted to get one. He'd have loved to see Smolder."
	James nodded, smiling faintly at the thought. "Probably." He looked around the kitchen to give himself a second to think. "Do, uh, do you need help with anything?"
	Aunt April just laughed and grabbed the bag of sugar from the pantry again, thumping it down on one of the counters where she had a bunch of jars, and some mixing bowls set out. "Do you even know what I'm doing? No, go bother Flynn. Kid's been yammering on about wanting to see you," she said with a laugh.
	James' face flushed, knowing at least one of the reasons that his cousin wanted to see him. "Fine, but if you need help!" he called over his shoulder as he stepped out into the hallway. 
	Flynn had dropped his suitcase off in the guest room and was heading back towards the kitchen when he saw James coming. He grinned and ducked back into the room and flopped down on the edge of the bed.
	James was smiling and shook his head as he stepped into the room, Smolder shouldering past him to sprawl out on the carpet. "Why're you grinning?" he said, closing the door behind him. 
	The blond teenager practically launched himself off the edge of the bed and against him. Their lips met and James allowed himself to lean into his younger cousin; being short had its advantages. Flynn pressed his tongue forward into James' mouth and the older cousin relented, sucking gently on the intruding tongue. 
	Hands slipped up under the back of James' shirt, rough and calloused from working on a farm. Flynn squeezed James to his chest, taking a step backwards and pulling his older cousin with him. James managed to break the kiss and push at Flynn's chest, laughing. "No, not now. You freaking hornball."
	Flynn let out an exasperated huff and let go, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pouting. "No fair. I haven't seen you in months!"
	James patted his cousin's messy mop of blond hair and brushed it away from his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, but I'll be here for ten days. Plenty of time to rearrange my insides later," he teased.
	Flynn reached out and hooked a finger on one of the belt loops on James' jeans, pulling him closer. "Come on, please?" 
	Fingers squeezed down on James' cock through his clothes and he couldn't help but lean into the touch. "Fine, but if Aunt April catches us, I'm blaming all of this on you," he whispered, lips curling into a smile.
	"Fine by me," Flynn mumbled from around James' navel. He worked the zipper down with two fingers while the other made quick work of the button. Soon, those fingers were fishing out his cousin's thickening shaft over the waistband of his boxers. 
	James watched through half-closed eyes as his younger cousin tugged his jeans and boxers down. His cock bobbed into view, a string of pre visible at the head of his uncut shaft before a warm mouth enveloped him. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan of pleasure as soft lips peeled his foreskin back, slippery tongue teasing over the head of his cock as it stiffened. 
	Flynn eagerly swirled his tongue around the ridge of his older cousin's cock, his other hand tugging up so that James' foreskin covered his tongue. He did this a few times, happily making out with James' cock before pressing further down. In one smooth motion, he took James' cock all the way to the base, the head leaking at the back of his throat.
	"F-fuck, dude, when..." James groaned as he felt one of Flynn's hands pull at his balls until they pressed against Flynn's chin. James opened his eyes and watched as Flynn swallowed around the head of his cock, gagged slightly, and began pulling back. Inch after inch slipped from his younger cousin's mouth before it popped free, a strand of pre and saliva connecting his head to Flynn's tongue.
	Flynn coughed and let out a chuckle as he wiped the drool from his mouth. "Been practicing." He looked up at James and then blushed brightly when their eyes met and looked away again.
	James reached down and brushed Flynn's hair from his face, getting a good grip on his hair and pulling him forward. Flynn gripped his cousin's shaft at the base and held it steady so he could sink back down onto it. James rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his cock against Flynn's tongue.
	One of Flynn's hands stroked up and down over James' cock as his mouth bobbed back and forth. The other squeezed his cousin's heavy sac and smushed it against his chin whenever James would thrust particularly deep. His own cock ached for attention, but he would take care of himself later, when they could get more privacy.
	James could feel his climax approaching as he humped away at his cousin's mouth like he had so many times before. He leaned over and let out a soft grunt as he began pulling Flynn's head against him. "C-close..." he whispered.
	Flynn's eyes were squeezed tight, tears leaking from the corners as he forced himself down repeatedly while trying not to make too many loud slurping noises. He puffed out lungfuls of air as James' cock plunged into the back of his throat, leaving sticky trails of pre with each thrust.
	James choked back a moan as he thrust hard against Flynn's face, his cock throbbing hard as the first jet of cum blasted into the back of his throat. Flynn gagged slightly but swallowed quickly before pushing on James' thighs. James pulled back, gripping the base of his cock and holding it mostly steady while Flynn's hand began pumping him as he came.
	Cum splashed against Flynn's face and cheek, against his forehead and across his open mouth. James watched his dick pulse and shoot rope after rope of cum against his little cousin's face. His knees wobbled a bit as Flynn's mouth closed around his still twitching head, his tongue cradling James' cock as it emptied the last of his balls into Flynn's mouth.
	James panted heavily and shuddered all over as the tingles of his orgasm washed through him. He pulled his cock free from Flynn's mouth and took a step back, almost tripping over his jeans. "Damn... you've gotten way better."
	Flynn sat on the edge of his bed, face plastered in cum which was running down his neck and shirt. "I love how much you cum," he said, laughing a bit as he gingerly tried to wipe his fingers off on his shirt.
	James blushed at that and grinned, even if Flynn was a bit too sticky to see him. "I'll go fetch a towel," he said, carefully opening the door and peeking around into the hall before tiptoeing down the hall to the bathroom.
	When he came back, dick now tucked back away in his jeans, he heard Flynn giggling. He stepped into the room to see Smolder standing next to the bed, dark red tongue darting out to clean James' cum from his younger cousin's face. "Smolder!" he laughed, slapping the dragon on the flank.
	Flynn yelped and pulled away, blushing brightly. "Sorry! Sorry. I just... I couldn't believe he was just gonna lick me like that," Flynn said, looking up and taking the proffered towel to dry his face. 
	Smolder slumped down onto the floor, licking his lips, and James could see a hint of pink poking free from the dark red sheath. Smolder turned his head towards the James and yawned wide, showing off his teeth.
	"Yeah, yeah, here's your towel, perv," he teased, watching his younger cousin hide the evidence of their fun, his mind already formulating an idea for later.
	
	Aunt April had meat outside in a smoker for most of the day and beckoned the pair outside when food was finished and ready to eat. They'd taken everything down to the concrete patio that was pointed out towards the barn and fields. While they ate, they talked about what was new in their lives, any upcoming plans or maybe looking at colleges for Flynn. 
	James relaxed in a comfy camp chair next to the fire, feet resting on Smolder's side like an ottoman. The dragon was snoozing peacefully after eating and running around in the field, tormenting the horses and chickens by virtue of his presence. He was drinking a beer while watching Flynn make smores with fancy chocolate. 
	It was getting dark outside, and James was trying to stay awake a bit longer, though the beer didn't help much. His aunt had already turned in for the night, which wasn't unusual with how early she'd get up to do chores.
	"Sure you don't want one?" Flynn asked, holding up a melted mess of marshmallow and chocolate held between two graham crackers.
	"No thanks, kid, I'm full still," he said, grinning when his cousin glared at him for calling him a kid. Smolder let out a groan and rolled onto his back, stretching paws up into the air before folding them in against his chest like a big cat. 
	Flynn flopped back down in the camp chair next to James, taking a bite into his dessert and spilling a big glob of marshmallow down onto his shirt. "These things are so fuckin' messy," he complained around a mouthful of the treat.
	James snorted and took another drink of his beer. "I know, that's why I don't like them that much. I thought you loved getting all sticky and messy, though?"
	Flynn turned to look at his older cousin, grinning wide before taking another bite. "Yeah, but you taste better than a smore."
	"Pfft, no way," James said, reaching over to swat Flynn's head playfully.
	Flynn ducked away, chuckling to himself. "No," he admitted. "But it's way less of a hassle, that's for sure." He held up his now gooey hand and grimaced.
	James reached over and grabbed Flynn's wrist. "Smolder, here boy."
	The dragon lifted his big red muzzle and peered over before rolling onto his feet. Flynn watched, wide-eyed as the dragon leaned in and wrapped his slippery, pink tongue around his hand, cleaning all the sticky marshmallow and chocolate from his skin. "Whoa... that feels... so weird," he whispered.
	James let go of his cousin's wrist and pet over his dragon's neck and shoulders. "Yeah, he likes licking people. It makes them squeal or run away and it amuses him, we think."
	Flynn's face was heated as he watched the dragon's tongue slide between his fingers and over his wrist. "Uh, uh huh, yeah," the younger teen mumbled. 
	James slipped his hand down to Flynn's crotch, finding a hard lump in those cut-off shorts, giving it a squeeze. "You wanna... see what it feels like?"
	Flynn glanced over at James, eyes wide behind his messy blond hair, the only sound being the crackling fire while he considered it. He looked back at the dragon tongue on his hand and then down to James' hand on his crotch. "Ah, yeah," he admitted. "Is that weird...?"
	"It's so fucking hot," James whispered, leaning over across the arms of their chairs so he could kiss his cousin on the mouth. Flynn moaned into his mouth as his hand began working the button and zipper on his denim shorts. Flynn lifted his hips up and helped shuck his clothes, kicking them across the concrete patio. 
	James' hand found his cousin's dick, giving it a firm squeeze. It was already hard as a rock, uncut like his own, and drooling pre down over the fat vein along the underside. When he squeezed, more pre oozed out over his fingers, only to be swept away a second later by an inquisitive tongue.
	Flynn moaned into the kiss and broke it a second later to look down and watch. Smolder's tongue coiled around his cock and wriggled pleasantly against his dripping head. The only light came from the bonfire, but Flynn could still see the head of his cock pump out another dollop of pre before Smolder lapped it clear.
	"I can't believe this is happening," Flynn whispered, watching his older cousin jerk him off while his dragon licked his shaft.
	James was mesmerized, watching his younger cousin's foreskin pull back and forth as Smolder's tongue teased him. "I said the same thing when you sucked my dick for the first time, too."
	Flynn laughed, sinking back against the chair and spreading his legs. The dragon's tongue teased around his cock and balls, sliding down until the tip pressed against his hole. "Gah! Wha... whoa, hold on," he said, squirming about as the dragon's tongue teased his pucker before uncoiling from his cock.
	James laughed, still jerking his cousin's cock. "What, didn't it feel good?"
	"Ngh, yeah... very." Flynn pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it towards his shorts, leaning back in the chair and petting Smolder's head with both hands now. 
	Smolder nuzzled against Flynn's hands, making a low churring noise that rumbled deep in his chest. His red snout poked down towards Flynn's crotch and that warm, slick tongue darted out to swirl around Flynn's dick and James' hand. It dove back between the teen's thighs until it pressed back at his entrance, barely teasing inside.
	Flynn gasped and bucked his hips upwards into his older cousin's grip, trying to escape the probing tongue, but only succeeding in giving it more access. It pressed inside him, making him cry out and squirm. He thrust up into James' grip, fucking his hand for a few seconds before cumming hard. The first rope shot straight up between Smolder's eyes, leaving a gooey line of white against his red scales.
	Smolder's tongue pulled back when he felt the warmth land across his snout and that questing tongue enveloped the boy's cock, writhing around it as more cum pumped out against the dragon's tongue, some making it into Smolder's maw, some splattering messily back against the teen's tanned stomach, or over James' hand and arm.
	James kept jerking his cousin off even as he came, feeling his thick cock pulse in his grip. "Fuck, when did you cum last?" James teased, slowing his strokes down.
	Flynn jerked back and forth in the chair, gasping and whimpering as he came, that teasing tongue making his sensitive flesh tingle with overstimulation. "Ngh, hah, it... I was gonna... put that in you," he said, face flushed from embarrassment. "I hadn't cum all week."
	James rolled his eyes, grinning. "Well, sorry to ruin it for you, cuz," James teased.
	Flynn was laughing now, squirming and pushing the dragon's head away. "That felt so good," he said, panting heavily and looking down at his cock which was still hard as a rock.
	"Yeah? You can always repay the favor," James said casually. He'd opened up his own jeans and kicked them off, stroking himself openly while watching his younger cousin's expression.
	Flynn's eyes widened as he glanced at James and then to Smolder. "What?"
	"Smolder, lay down, boy. Roll on over," James said, leaning forward to pat the dragon's butt, just above his tail.
	The dragon crouched down and rolled smoothly onto his back, paws held to his chest as he craned his neck to look up at the humans. His heavy, crimson sheath was puffy and damp around the edges, a ridged head poking free and glistening in the dim firelight.
	Flynn's eyes were locked on the heavy pouch and balls between the dragon's legs, and he glanced to James before back at Smolder. "I mean... you want me to... suck his dick?"
	"You like sloppy blowjobs? Trust me. You'll love his dick. How many people can say they sucked a dragon's dick?" he asked, getting comfy in his chair while teasing his younger cousin. 
	Flynn looked down at his own cock and then gave it a quick stroke. "Okay, but then I get to fuck you. Been wanting to all day. All week!" he said, flashing James a smile.
	James snorted. He wasn't going to disagree with everything he himself wanted. Flynn could be a subby brat sometimes, and loved giving head, but the kid could fuck like the best of them. "Deal."
	Flynn was already sitting atop the dragon's chest, his weight barely noticed by the big, scaled beast. "His sheath is so huge, holy crap..." he said, both hands reaching down to squeeze and stroke at those soft, intimate scales.
	James idly stroked his cock while watching his cousin play with his pet dragon. "Yeah, easily the biggest dick I've taken... he's got a knot at the base that's pretty big, too. Leaks like a faucet."
	Flynn was listening as his hands teased more and more of the dragon's dick out into the open, feeling the pleased rumble in the dragon's chest between his legs. He grinned knowingly over at his cousin, shaking his head. "I knew you were a perv."
	"Yeah, yeah, shut up, kid," James said, putting more emphasis on the last word. 
	Smolder's dick was most of the way free of his sheath now and Flynn leaned down to lay over Smolder's chest and get close to the cock in his hands. "He's fucking huge... how did you take this?" he asked, gasping as a warm spurt of pre landed against his face, then another.
	James squeezed his dick hard, gritting his teeth to keep from cumming too early; this was way too hot to watch. "Mm, going slow, lots of stretching, and I'm convinced his saliva is better lube than anything you can get online."
	Flynn had his eyes closed, face hovering close to Smolder's cock as it squirted watery pre across his face. "I could do this forever," he said, hands stroking across the dark, almost-black crimson of the dragon's cock. 
	Smolder's paws grabbed the human's hips, and that red snout leaned in to snuffle between Flynn's legs before that slippery tongue darted out and curled around his cock from behind.
	Flynn groaned and leaned forward, taking the ridged, tapered head of the dragon's cock into his mouth, having to swallow almost immediately as warm pre sprayed into the back of his throat. He let the next couple overflow his mouth, feeling it run in rivulets down his neck and chest. 
	James had to keep his hands squeezing the arms of the camp chair so he wouldn't touch himself. He was so turned on that he thought he might cum at any moment. 
	Flynn let out a muffled cry of alarm when the dragon's tongue started teasing at his hole again. He pushed further down along the dragon's cock, one hand squeezing the base, just under the knot that was swelling. The other hand was tucked under his chest to keep him in a good position to take the dragon's cock as he pushed his hips back against that searching tongue.
	Smolder was growling from pleasure and rolling his hips upwards in small jerky motions while exploring the teen's hole with his slippery tongue. It snaked inside and quickly stretched out the blond boy who squawked in alarm, coughing up some of the dragon's pre as he pulled back to gasp and moan. "Holy shit... he's-ngh-his tongue feels so hot."
	James was chewing on his bottom lip, fingers tangling in the netting of the chair's cupholders. Pre was streaming down his cock, and he could feel it running down over his balls and between his legs. "He's probably close. He cums a lot, too, so be careful. Don't want you to drown," James teased, his voice low and husky from arousal.
	Flynn chuckled in his throat, mouth already full of dragon dick again. He managed to slide enough into his mouth to kiss the dragon's inflated knot, his hand hidden under the fat ball of flesh. The ridged hedge shot pre directly down his throat and Flynn began to pull away when one of Smolder's paws moved from his hip and pushed down on the back of his head.
	Smolder's tongue was all the way inside of Flynn when the dragon came. His tongue slipped free as the dragon let out a low snarl of pleasure and bucked his hips upwards, garnet-scaled paw holding the smaller human's head in place. Cum poured out into Flynn's throat, forcing him to swallow several heavy spurts of hot dragon cum before he began sputtering and struggling to get free.
	The dragon's paw fell away, and Flynn pulled back with a loud gasp of air, cum running from his mouth and nose. Smolder's cock throbbed in his grip, flexing and hosing down the blond teen's face, neck, and chest with hot, gooey splats of dragon seed.
	James watched his younger cousin coughing up more dragon cum as he was left a dripping mess. Smolder's scales were painted a goopy white as it ran from Flynn's body down the dragon's sides, and Smolder's head lolled to the side happily, content to empty his load over the smaller human and himself.
	Flynn carefully stood up, knees wobbling from having that dragon tongue shoved so deep inside him. "Holy shit... you weren't kidding," he said, looking down his body as lines of hot dragon cum ran down his body. 
	"Told you. It's a bitch to clean up sometimes, but so worth it," James said, running a finger over the head of his own drooling cock.
	Flynn had picked up his shirt and was wiping cum off his face. "I gotta try taking his dick while you're here."
	James smirked at his cousin, then gripped the base of his own dick and shook it to get Flynn's attention. "Well, I gotta try taking yours now, right?"
	Flynn's nostrils flared, his cock throbbing as he looked at his older cousin. "Yes, please," he almost growled, stepping over to where James was sitting. He ran a hand down over his stomach, coating it in Smolder's cum before smearing it over his own dick. 
	The camp chair was deep enough for James to scoot his butt to the edge and lean back in the chair. When he lifted his legs, Flynn's strong arms caught them and wrapped them around his waist. James gasped when he felt a glob of Smolder's cum fall from somewhere on his cousin's body to land on his cheek and his cock throbbed. "Come on, cuz, you're not the only one who's been wanting this."
	Flynn bent his knees, smearing the head of his dick between James' cheeks before finding purchase and pushing forward. The younger cousin moaned out as he thrust in all the way to the hilt in one go. James' eyes watered at the rough entrance, but with Smolder around, he'd gotten used to the rough treatment, and could acclimate quickly. 
	"Mmm, James," Flynn whispered, one eye open behind his messy blond hair, the other squeezed shut as if to help him concentrate. "Can I... watch Smolder fuck you while you're here?" he asked, making shallow thrusts, only withdrawing an inch or two at a time while leaning down over his older cousin.
	James' arms were stuck through the arms of the chair, and he gripped the metal legs underneath for support. "Keep fucking me, and I'll let you do whatever you want," he said, squeezing down on his little cousin's fat member.
	Flynn leaned down and pressed his forehead to James', panting hard while rolling his hips faster and faster, occasionally pulling out until just the head remained inside. His balls were pulled close, but still smacked wetly against James' upturned ass. 
	This hadn't been destined to be a drawn out affair with James having watched his cousin get coated in dragon cum, and with Flynn having had his insides rearranged by the same dragon's tongue, and both were moaning against each other, sweat and cum running down both their bodies.
	James' mouth hung open as he squeezed his passage down on his cousin's cock, feeling the heat in his loins build as he got closer and closer. Flynn was shaking all over, fingers digging into James' thighs as he held on, thrusting with everything he had into that stretchy passage.
	Flynn suddenly gasped, and James thought that his younger cousin was cumming, until he felt a hot puff of breath against his butt. Then a slippery, warm tongue pressed against his stretched hole and worked itself inside, grinding against Flynn's cock as the teen kept thrusting away.
	James' eyes widened at the sudden extra intrusion, Smolder's tongue forcing him to stretch to accommodate the extra girth. "Oh, fuck, Flynn, I'm cumming!" 
	James arched his back, passage clamping down on his younger cousin's length and the dragon's wriggling tongue. His cock was laying across his stomach and it flexed upwards and splattered a thick rope of cum against James' chin and neck. Flynn's thrusts didn't stop, and James' cock jumped and fired off volley after volley, adding to the mess Smolder had left all over Flynn. James' mouth hung open in a wordless cry as he rode out his orgasm.
	Flynn was in heaven, feeling his cock thrust through the coil of the dragon's tongue, plunging into his cousin's passage. Smolder's tongue was cupping his balls, and the teen finally ground his hips to a halt and came deep inside his cousin, filling him with a health amount of seed even as the dragon's tongue teased up and over his shooting tip for the second time that night.
	James felt as if his orgasm lasted for minutes. He pressed a hand to his lower stomach and could feel the dragon's tongue writhing against the head of his cousin's dick, even as his own drooled the rest of his load down over his balls.
	Flynn was practically laying atop James now, his knees on the edge of the camp chair. He gasped when Smolder's tongue uncoiled from his cock, sliding along James' passage and against his own until slipping free. It teased over his balls, up between his cheeks, and disappeared.
	"Holy shit," Flynn whispered, his breath shaky and his body trembling all over still. "I don't know if I can stand up."
	James chuckled, nodding weakly and pushing on his cousin's shoulder. "Yeah, well, you gotta... This is killing my neck," he said.
	Reluctantly, Flynn pulled his cock from his older cousin's hole, shuddering all over from the feeling. He stood up straight and gingerly stepped past Smolder's sprawled out form to fall back into his own chair. "That was... amazing."
	James carefully eased himself to a sitting position, trying to clench himself closed so he didn't leak anything. "Yeah, he's never done that before... felt great."
	Flynn snickered and reached over to poke at James' side. "He was licking my dick while I came. Probably scooped it all out. Guess that means you won't get pregnant," he teased.
	James laughed and reached over, flicking Flynn's nipple with his fingers. "Shut up, you dork," he said, shaking his head. "Kids these days."
	"I'm not a kid!" Flynn insisted, turning in his chair so he could worm one of his feet over into James' chair and dig in at his side.
	James laughed, grabbing at his cousin's foot and tugging him closer. 
	The pair wrestled for a bit by the bonfire before winding up with James sitting in Flynn's lap, both of them more and more tired.
	"What do you think? Shower and sleep?" James asked, leaning his head down against his younger cousin's, both of them watching the dying fire.
	Flynn hummed thoughtfully, one of his feet resting on Smolder's side. "How about shower... then some fun in bed before sleep?" he countered.
	James could feel his cousin's dick stiffening against his butt, and he rolled his eyes. "Might as well save the shower for after, then."
	Flynn slipped one hand down to give James' soft shaft a playful little squeeze. "Is that a yes?" he asked hopefully.
	James sighed theatrically. "I suppose. Anything for my little cousin."