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The Wusky-Dragon's Beach Day

for FriskeCrisps

by Draconicon

"I can't believe you got me to do this."

"I can't believe I couldn't get you to ditch the shoes," Draconicon said, shaking his head. "Seriously, you're going to the beach. At least try sandals instead."

"No wusky, no sandals."

"You and your shoes."

"You and...and...and..."

Crisp was doing his absolute best not to think about what he'd agreed to do. For that matter, he was also doing his best to stay behind the car door as he stared at the beach ahead. Sandy ground, wavy water, lots of pretty blankets, and...and...and...

Oh, god, so many naked people. The once-wusky, currently-dragon slumped further down behind the car door, almost squatting on the balls of his feet and grinding his heels against his bare butt as he tried to get the courage to leave the car behind and join the dragon on the other side for this stupid, stupid, stupid dare.

At least, he hoped that it was just a dare. The idea of doing anything more by going down there and walking naked - naked - around so many other people was nearly enough to make his cheek scales burn for real rather than just in the figurative way. He groaned, leaning his forehead against the car door.

"Do I have to do this?"

"Nope."

"Mmmph..."

"But you agreed that you would."

"Why did I agree to this?"

"Probably because you wanted that new pair of shoes so badly," Draconicon said, the black dragon looking down at his knuckles as he nonchalantly studied his hands. "And because you forgot that I could just grant that wish and thought you'd never have to deliver on that."

"Stupid dragons with stupid magic."

"Hey, you knew that it was possible. I don't know how you keep falling into these traps, but hey, I'll keep taking advantage of it as long as you keep making it possible." Draconicon chuckled. "Now, come on. It's not going to count until you leave the car and come down to the beach. Here, I'll even walk with you so that they'll look at me as much as they do you."

"...That doesn't help as much as you think."

"Why, because I've got a boner that I'm completely unashamed of and you -"

"I have a boner!"

"That you're embarrassed by, and, uh, that's a you problem."

Embarrassed was the understatement of the year. He wasn't even used to the feeling of his dragon body yet, let alone the feeling of having a dragon dick. Six feet tall, maybe just over, with a white underbelly and scales that were almost black-gray along his sides and arms, and he was still not used to the heavier tail that he had, either. But it was that freaking dick between his legs that made everything so much harder and so much more embarrassing.

He wanted to just duck back into the car and say that they were going home, but if he did that, then he'd owe Drac another favor, and if he owed him another favor, then that would mean a whole different type of collecting when they got back to the apartment. God, fucking...

He breathed out slowly.

"Drac...could I at least get a wing until we're down on the beach?"

"Sure."

The black dragon walked around and flicked his wing out, using it like a curtain between the smaller dragon and the beach in the distance. Crisp wheezed out one more whimper of anticipation, then closed the car door. His sneakers, the only clothing that he still had, clicked on the tarmac a couple of times before he was off it, holding the black dragon's arm as tightly as he could.

"Alright. Let's go."

As soon as they'd hit the sand, the wing dropped, and Crisp's face went about as red as he was sure that it was possible for scales to go. He hadn't even realized that his face could heat up that much, and he didn't know how long he could take being this exposed.

It didn't help that his dick was shooting up the instant that he was aware that someone was looking down there. Draconicon made it a hundred times worse, too, pointing out everyone that was taking even a passing interest in his waving boner.

"Hey, look over there. That guy's staring."

"Nnngh..."

"And over there. Looks like the lifeguard might be keeping an eye on you."

"Drac..."

"Oh, that guy's actually touching himself to you. Randy old dog."

"Fucking..."

The new dragon whimpered, biting his lip as he buried his head against the other dragon's arm, trying not to look around and tempt fate. Just thinking about the way that they were staring at him was enough to get his dick bouncing up and down, throbbing up and tapping his stomach when it had a particularly hard throb that went through it. He was trying so hard to be a good, civil dragon, but every passing second was winding him up further than before, making him want to try something really, really dumb just for the sake of getting off. Fucking fuckity fuck, he felt so hard down there.

"Is...is it always like this?" he whispered.

"Like what? Being stared at just because you're a dragon?" Draconicon shrugged. "Just a bit, but not quite like this."

"W-what's different?"

"Well, it helps that you're naked. That you're kinda sexy. And that this form has a fair bit of meat swinging around down there, not gonna lie."

"Mmmph!"

Flattery did not make it any better. If anything, it only added to the constant need between his legs and the want to get more attention. He was trying, trying so hard to keep his head on straight, but the harder he got, the hornier he became, and the more that social mores were getting that much more difficult to keep in his head.

Would it really be that bad if he reached down and touched it? It was just...hanging there, and nobody else seemed to mind that he was hard, even though that technically violated part of the nude-beach rules. If he reached down, would they get mad, or would they be like that Shepherd over the edge of the dunes, staring down at them with his binoculars and jerking himself off to the show in the process?

He moaned, biting his lips.

"Am I...is it that big?"

"Well, not compared to mine, but to most, yeah."

"Mmmph..."

"I mean, look."

Crisp hadn't meant to take it in this direction, but as Draconicon flicked his cock forward, it was impossible not to look down at the dragon's own massive shaft. Despite the heavy gold ring at the base, the other dragon's dick wasn't hard yet, just pushed forward a little bit more than usual. He couldn't help but imagine what that cock would look like if it was fully hard -

You don't have to imagine, you know.

But what would people think if they were staring at the full thing rather than the eight-inch soft thing that his friend had on display right now? What would they be thinking if they were able to see the full monster?

Would they be more inclined to look at that instead of him?

Would it be...

Would it be kind of...fun to do that?

"Heh, you're staring," Draconicon said.

"I...I kinda want to do more."

"Then do it."

There was a hand on the back of his head, and his cock throbbed so hard, so needily, and his curiosity was so strong that he couldn't stop himself. Was he aware of all the eyes on him? Oh yes, so very much yes, but they didn't matter as much as the raw, pulsing need between his legs, or the hunger that demanded that he do something to satiate it, no matter how many people were staring.

And...perhaps most of all, it hit him. He was in his dragon form right now, not his wusky form. It didn't matter if this form was seen as a slut. Or, at least, as some sort of perverted deviant. It didn't matter how people saw this part of him, because this wasn't his only shape.

He took the dragon's dick in hand, squeezing the base and lifting it up. It was heavy, full and thick, and he bit his lips as he realized just how wide, even soft, the freaking thing was. It nearly spread his fingers out and kept them from touching. If it was like that without him getting it hard...god...

He stroked it a few times, gathering his courage before dragging his nose from the base to the tip, feeling the warmth of his friend's cock against his face. 'I can't believe I'm doing this' repeated in the back of his head over and over again, and he was whimpering...and yet, he was harder than ever, squatting on the balls of his feet, legs spread wide, his own cock dripping to the sand below.

"Oh, god, we're breaking so many rules right now."

"Heh, that's probably true," Draconicon said, gently pushing down. "But I don't think you really want to stop, do you?"

"Mmmph...no..."

"Good boy. Now...take a taste."

Crisp did just that, and he shivered at the first slightly salty flavor running over his tongue. He closed his eyes and let himself be guided further down. This was the first time that he had ever done something like this, but he doubted that it would be the last.

In fact, he rather hoped it wouldn’t be.

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Crisp go to a nude beach, and the wusky-dragon finds out some of what it means to be horny in public.

Tags: M/M, Dragon, Draconicon, Public, Exhibitionism, Oral, Blowjob, Dragon Dicks, Cock Ring, Nude Beach,