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I'm not actually sure that this is the final draft of the second chapter but it's what I came up with. I've written the third and fourth chapters in the same sitting, they are just waiting to be dichotomized and edited. Let me just say that it's so much easier to just write a quick romp than a contiguous storyline!

Well, here it comes.. Enjoy!

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Caleb's legs stretched in a dreamlike bliss as the dragon snorted in his agitated state and rolled over to face the wall. The roo had been asleep for hours now while the draconic behemoth rolled unhappily back and forth between the boy on one side and the floor on the other. Last time things had been this awkward, he couldn't even remember back that far. His eyes clenched shut as he tried to force sleep onto his truly exhausted self. A hand crept up his scaled side and flowed over his hip curve onto his stomach. He felt the grip tighten as the boy pulled himself up against the hard scales on his back. He nuzzled the rock hard obsidian and became still again, making the uncomfortable space just that much more. Nobody had ever made him spoon, it was just odd.

The sun had come up about an hour ago and the tormented dragon wondered how soon the boy would rise to wakefulness. He crossed his arms and held them close to his chest; otherwise they'd be draped over the small corner of the bed he was crammed in to. His hand unwillingly found the roo's and held it close to his heart, intimacy like this was hard to come by. At least he wouldn't know.

All too soon the niceties had ended; he couldn't take the presence of the encroacher any longer as Caleb's knee dug into his back. The dragon rolled over, forcing the roo onto his own stomach. The sight of the sheets hanging revealingly off of his rump again made the dragon's cock stir. He harrumphed and pulled them down, seeing his prize of the night before. Desire was welling up inside of him again; he wondered if he could send the boy packing and still fuck him again. How, not if! Maybe he'd ask him to stay for breakfast.

An eye opened, almost obscured by the pillow. The roo propped himself up on an arm and yawn-smiled at the dragon, unaware. He even looked good in the mornings, though that wasn't really part of the equation. Caleb grabbed the tiny sheet and covered himself with it as he stood up, pulling his unpredictably stylish diesel's up over his thighs and buttoning the fly closed. His bulge showed through, the dragon licked across his lips unintentionally. The lick didn't go unnoticed, but it was ignored as the roo continued to clothe his partially naked form.

**

So my expectations weren't really farfetched, I didn't really plan on having him stay anyways. I watched him don more clothes and fiddle with his jean pockets as I occupied the bed unfettered. I stretched and yawned tensing every aching muscle in my body, should I ask him to stay? A complimentary breakfast on the house... I could do with the company, honestly.

"Hey," the roo began, "don't be mad at me for asking but, what's your name?"

It stung a little, but the fact was that I probably hadn't given it. I wasn't much of a conversationalist when it came to one night stands and this one was no exception. Usually I just had blink at them and it was enough to make them take their pants or panties off and though I wasn't opposed to him having it there would be no need as I probably wouldn't be seeing him anytime soon.

"My name is unintelligible for those who don't know the tongue but everyone outside of my family calls me Adam." I replied; my eyes still shut tight as I finished my stretch with a back arch and flopped back down on the soft mattress.

He smiled down at me from above, groping himself as he turned on a heel. "Well it was nice to meet you Adam." He sounded chipper. With a wink he began walking away.

Before I knew it the large steel door that granted entrance to my loft clicked shut and he had left without a second thought. The consideration that that was supposed to be seductive in some way wasn't lost on me; I just didn't know what to do with it. Did he want me to get up and walk after him? I was really baffled, but my morning had just opened up.

I had figured he'd stay until I told him in no certain words to leave. Eyes closed again, I pulled a pillow over my head to block out the early morning light. I had no choice but to get out of bed but lying down was the only thing I could find the energy to do.

Managing to crawl out of bed I eventually lumbered into the kitchen in a sleepy stupor in search of food. Work was going to be a bitch today. The idea that he had left gnawed at me, but I wasn't really bothered by it. I just couldn't push it out of my head. Not that I'm a dweller, I certainly wasn't. Am not, I meant.

My hand drifted to my hanging cock and lazily stroked its massive length a couple of times. It would only be a couple of times, I wouldn't think about how aroused I still was. How much I wanted him again... As I saw him leave and cross the street from the kitchen window I shuffled down against the refrigerator and began to fuck my fist. My thoughts drifted; his arms circle around my neck as I pump into him. He lets out a quiet squeak into my ear while I hold him close and kiss his neck without breaking pace. I bite his bottom lip for him as he kisses my snout. Soon I peak, my stomach clenches in anticipation. I overshoot and hit the glossy stainless finish of the fridge, the rest falls lazily from my tip down my shaft and onto my paw. I licked it off hungrily despite having plenty of other options at paws length.

**

Caleb stepped carefully; making sure his jeans snugly gripped his ass as he strode towards the door. He couldn't look back, the dragon had a reputation to uphold and the roo had no intention of perpetuating his stereotypical ideals. He would not be some sniveling one night stand Adam could notch his bedpost with.

The door was heavier than it looked, he wondered if it looked like he fumbled with it as he pulled it open. It was steel, after all. Stepping out as soon as it opened far enough the roo breathed a heaving sigh of relief. That was a really awkward morning; he had put on a good show though. If the dragon had thought the roo would laze around hoping to stay he was wrong, Caleb knew. It didn't matter that he was fighting his desires; it would bring him the bigger reward later on. At least that was the idea. Players like Adam were never at home during the weekend, so it was only a matter of time before he ran into him again and in a town this small...

As the elevator screeched to a halt at the ground floor Caleb jumped out over the crack between the car and the floor. The warm air met him in a rush as the door opened slowly at first, then caught by the wind it flung open the rest of the way. The breezy day was perfect, the first weekday of his summer.

The undeniable urge to run back up the stairs, march into the loft and kiss the dragon was almost enough to make him turn back. He looked up through the top floor windows; almost sure that he saw movement there. Caleb shook it off as his mind playing tricks on him. Maybe he should have gone back up, maybe not. There was no room for more consideration as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pushing all thoughts of mating with the virile stud upstairs aside he answered it.

"Are you coming to class today?" It was Matt. Thank god for text messaging, he'd almost forgotten that six weeks of his summer were going to be consumed by taking a mandatory course in biology that would allow him admittance to his university of choice, Columbia.

"Of course, I'll see you in twenty at the front gates." The dictionary function worked miracles; he could text almost as fast as he could keyboard. A black and yellow stopped a few paces ahead of him as he flagged it down. Hurriedly he slid into the back seat and held out a twenty while giving directions.

Truthfully, the school looked more like an Ivey league establishment than the typical high school. It was very picturesque, unlike some of the penitentiary's he knew some folks attended. The grounds were fairly deserted except for a few scattered summer-students and as usual, his best and most reliable friend was late. He chose a deserted area of risen concrete and planted his butt there.

"Hey, Cal." The roo stole a glance down at the source of the voice. The younger boy wore glasses, what could only be described as Capri's, and the tightest fitting polo shirt he'd ever seen.

Caleb smiled, if there was anyone who was gayer than he could ever be it was this fox. "Hey there Sky, you starting classes today too?" He wondered, almost aloud, if naming your kid Sky was the best way to have a gay son. He should ask the boy's parents.

"Yeah man, I'm taking biology." Sky ruffled his hand through his straightened hair, which was generally a tangled mass of curls. It was actually a really good look for him, even though Caleb hoped they weren't sharing the same course, he could still appreciate that his friend looked good. That brought him back to the thought he should have had before he left: he hadn't even had a mirror to look in this morning, nor a chance to wash the scent of dragon spunk out of his clothes or other unmentionable parts. Sky had been in his statistics course last year and it had been a nightmare. At least there would be someone else in the class to be the token faggot, though. Someone more noticeable could take the focus off of the fact that he had never really been with a female of any species; even when they'd thrown themselves on him. Caleb really hoped that nobody could smell him.

Matt walked up and shoved the fox out of the way with an elbow. "Get lost, fag." The roo couldn't help but smile at his best friend and soon to be his roommate, come September. He didn't really mean any harm, the insult was all in jest but Sky sulked off towards the main building and a much worse fate, depending on who was in the class.

"Hey punk, get down from there and walk in with me?" Matt held out a hand to help the roo down from his concrete perch. The pair lazily put one foot in front of the other on their way to the classroom wordlessly.

Caleb had some acquaintances at school, but not many knew him as well as he'd have liked them to be able to. Trust was a pretty big issue for him as his parents had separated some time ago and forced most of their marital problems down his throat, leaving his mother with the house still mortgaged to the hilt and two kids. Luckily a savings fund had ensured that he would go to college and hopefully be able to make something of his own life, his little brother had something waiting for him too. Despite having inherited the money four months ago on his eighteenth, he hadn't gotten himself a car yet. Come to think of it he was pretty used to living in a style that was quite utilitarian, but maybe it was time to get something nice.

He followed in after Matt, sliding in without touching the closing door. "We should sit at the back today, Cal." The wolf suggested with his eyebrow raised.

"Okay." The roo hurriedly agreed, wanting to stop any questions that might be forthcoming.

The classroom was fairly large and the majority of the other furs were at the front. Caleb took a seat directly adjacent his best friend, edging the desks together so he could look off of his friend's text.

Unfortunately his teacher had missed his enthusiasm 101 course in college and hadn't been able to make up the credit; incessantly droning monotone voices were about the least pleasurable thing in the universe. What fell directly above that in this ad-hoc category of the day was being asked about what had transpired the previous night.

"So?" Matt questioned.

"So what, I'm reading the book? Can we do this later?" Caleb sighed, already turning red without him having asked a single thing. The grey and white canid was always inquisitive. He was fairly fit, but not overly so. He looked like he could be a track athlete, but the only thing he ever worked out were his hands. Not in a sexual way, at least, that's not the implication. Video games, though. Caleb scolded himself for even thinking about the wolf's meat; he was probably hung well.

Matt grinned, "No, this is how it works. You have to tell me now!" The grey wolf nudged the textbook to the other side of the desk with a finger, playfully teasing the roo.

Caleb craned his neck across in an attempt to see the book, his tail balancing his frame as he bent awkwardly forward. He had stopped reading it a while ago though; the thoughts of Adam's thickness flooded his oversexed brain. "I wonder if losing your virginity turns you into a sex craving maniac." Caleb mused, fighting down the urge to have his own roused member poke forward into his jeans. It must have been the lingering smell of cum that permeated his clothes that turned him on, though that was a long shot.

Silence broke Caleb's concentration and both he and Matt noted that they were being glared at, apparently putting the lecture on hold. Caleb sat back into his uncomfortable chair as the canid slid the book back into place in the middle of his desk, still wearing that shit eating grin of his.

Caleb muttered, "You ass."

"Don't think that this gets you out of your friendly obligation to fill me in later." Matt flirted.

The rest of the class passed in relative quiet, forcing Caleb to hope that the inquisition would be forgotten by the time class let out. Unfortunately the bell rang and the roo was ushered out of the classroom quickly. "Okay, walk and talk."

"What is the big rush?" Caleb pleaded, he was exhausted.

"Better I know that someone is sticking their dick in you than the rest of the class." Matt stated flatly.

The red in his face was barely noticeable and the heat radiating from the glowing embers that were Caleb's cheeks felt like it was unnatural. "You..." The roo was silenced as Matt put both hands on Caleb's shoulders and pushed him into the first empty classroom. Their grade nine geography room was deserted, cold and barely lit. The sun could barely make its way through the covered windows. His muzzle found the roo's and their first kiss had happened without warning. The wolf pulled back and his eyes went to the bulge in the roo's increasingly tight denims.

"Oh you can't actually be serious." Caleb exclaimed in a whisper.

But he was. The wolf sank to his knees and tugged on the button-fly, bringing the pants down around the roo's knees for the second time in a day. There were no underwear or boxers, maybe Caleb had ditched them earlier but Matt was still turned on at being granted such easy access. The scent of sex flooded into the wolf's nostrils, his best friend was practically covered in another guy's cum. His tongue lapped at Caleb's crotch a few times before he decided to take a try at the slightly curved kangaroo dick. First a lick on the tip then a kiss on the length, Matt worked his way up and back down.

Caleb moaned, grabbing the wolf by the ears he pushed his cock all the way in.

"Taking the reigns eh?" Matt asked as he pulled himself off of the large appendage.

"Only if you want me to." His reservations had left, even if this could ruin their friendship he was too far in to even worry about that now.

The wolf pondered it momentarily, unsure whether or not he wanted to play submissive for his friend. He was certain if he wanted to take control the roo would let him. "I'll take my turn later." Reassured by his own assertion he gave Caleb a few more licks on his length and kissed the tip before jumping into his lap.

Taking what little experience he had gained last night, which surprisingly was quite a rousing reflection, Caleb pulled the wolf's shorts down enough to expose his ass. His pink tip found its desired resting place rather easily. The roo thought of how Adam had spread his legs and made him moan obscenities, he wanted to live up to the standard he'd had set yesterday.

"Take it slow; I've never done this before." Matt smiled, not wanting to be hilted in a single thrust.

"Well, you're on top. Just sit on me, when you're ready we'll start." Caleb's confident tone made him believe that he would be eased into this.

Nervously he lowered himself onto the lance. His cheeks spread and Caleb was finally inside of him. It burned like hell but the wolf gritted and bared his teeth, barely holding back a growl. Matt honestly hoped this would prove to be an enjoyable experience, but it wasn't starting out that way.

Muscles tensed around Caleb's stiff member, milking out a load of pre cum. It was enough lube to start breeding his friend. He rolled the squirming wolf over onto his back, shoulders supporting his legs and shaft buried deep inside. The roo's hand played with the tight stomach muscles of his submissive, his fingers finding their way to his thigh. He mimicked the dragon's movements; his instincts had failed him long ago.

Matt's legs went higher into the air allowing the roo to be deep inside of his partner, suggesting to Caleb a readiness he had hoped for. The first thrust came and the wolf was very glad the doors were closed. A growl escaped him, followed by the strangest sounding sex noise imaginable.

Fervently he bucked his hips, forcing his cock to invade the shivering wolf beneath him. Caleb was ultimately pleased with the result, he wasn't sure he'd do well. Any listener would think that an entire pack was engaged in a fight to the death, that however was not the case. The wolf growled, tearing at Caleb's shirt. Buttons popped, exposing his bare chest and straining abs rubbing against his balls and sheath.

Matt's eager hand rushed to his cock and he began to pump it slowly in rhythm with his top's aggressive thrusting. Every motion sent alarms ringing, it sounded like the chorister's were having their assembly in his head. The breeding just didn't stop; he didn't want it to at this point. It felt almost feral.

The enthusiastic wolf pawed wildly at his shaft while Caleb ploughed into him. The familiar sensation from last night returned, it wasn't quite the same though. Building from his balls, it hummed its way up his shaft and right out onto his pink tip. That was the definitely signal though, he was ready to finish.

His balls slapped against the wolf's rump as he rode him expertly. The finish line was crossed as Caleb kept pounding into Matt, sending wolf cum spewing from his cock tip. His own orgasm came unannounced; he gripped the desk so tightly he felt as though his arms would give out as he pumped his entire load inside of his best friend. Caleb collapsed into the wolf beneath him, lying in the gobs of cum that coated his chest fur. His tongue crept out and instinctively cleaned up what he had the energy to.

His chest rose and fell in time with Matt's as the roo wondered if last night had turned him into a bit of a whore. He should have stayed and been shot down by the bestial draconic beauty, maybe then he wouldn't be encouraged to do things like this. "I can't believe I'm actually thinking about Adam after what I just did." Caleb was torn inside, creating decisions that he didn't need to make. He knew what he wanted and hoped he hadn't just ruined it entirely.

The post coital cuddling had suddenly turned sour, but the roo kept up appearances anyways. At least he didn't have to consider the options, everything was clear and there would be no dramatics on either side. Despite the fact that they were more than good friends, Caleb had never fancied the wolf beneath him in that way. They just weren't meant for each other, of that he was certain.

Suddenly the sour taste seemed to be too prevalent to ignore, more acidic. Caleb's tear duct opened up and let a single unwanted drop fall down his cheek. "Matt I'm so sorry. I think this was a mistake." Caleb pulled his pants up and left as fast as he'd come, leaving the stunned wolf covered in their sex.

"Fuck you." Matt whispered into the chilly air of the deserted classroom, long after Caleb had departed. His wolf tears fell coolly on the desk.

**

The roo stealthily opened the back door and crept into the partitioned kitchen, expecting to avoid his ex-housewife of a mother. As he still smelled like sex from not one but two guys, he desperately needed to shower if she wasn't to know what he'd been doing.

It looked as though the house was deserted, thankfully. Everything was in pristine shape, cleaned and dusted daily. "Heck, she has nothing else to do though!" He pointed the hard fact out to the empty space.

The house was a fairly large two story; his bedroom was the first on the left after he went upstairs. The door to the bathroom was open and he could see that nobody was at the double vanity sink nor did anyone occupy the standup shower. He wondered if he should skip getting a change of clothes and just walk around in the buff after his shower. "Nah, I need to get dressed, she'll be back by the time I'm...." Caleb's thoughts trailed off as he opened the door to his room.

As the older female roo sat up in his bed, he turned and headed to the bathroom. "Caleb, come here!" She spoke firmly.

He couldn't not listen, as he turned around he felt shamed for being immediately transparent and dishonest. "What?" Barely able to look at her, he found another place on the wall to stare that was directly behind his mother.

"Go have a shower, you're grounded." Nancy didn't have a clue what to say to her son. "I worried all night; you said that you'd be home before eleven! Then you have the courage to come in here smelling like you bathed in the aftermath of an orgy. How many was it? Two? I can't even tell if there are more." Endearing

"It's not what you think mom." She was crying by now.

Disillusionment was a bit harsh but he hadn't meant to fuck Matt. He hoped that she was mad that he was a whore and not because he was gay. "Wow, I really am a slut." Caleb lamented but only to himself.

"I'm really sorry." Grimly he closed the door to his room and practically ran into the bathroom. The streaming jets of water coursing over his body slowly began to wash away the embedded scent of his mistakes.

Second draft.