This choice: Sneak a few strokes during the night... • Go Back... “You know, you did just give me this.” David protested. “Like, literally less than an hour ago. It’s poor form to want it back now man.” David said accusingly as he started to succumb to his brother’s request.
“David! Look at me! Fuck your present, this is serious, I can’t get smaller! You can’t do this to me!” Tyler part demanded, part pleaded. He looked so terrified, so helpless. How could David not take pity on his own brother?
The blue drake scowled. “Oh fine then, if you can’t handle this, then fine. OK. We’ll take the dammed thing back tomorrow.”
Tyler began to respond, but David pushed him away before he could. “You owe me for this man, you really owe me for this.” The hulking blue drake stormed back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
He caught himself in the mirror again. It was hard to believe it was really him staring back. He studied his form as he flexed and posed, imagining all kinds of uses for his newfound power. The display turned him on, and his erection stood to full attention again. He sighed longingly as he looked at it in the mirror. He would have to leave it alone for tonight. Forbidden from his own cock.
This put him in a bad mood as he climbed into his sagging bed and waiting for sleep. He wanted to believe there was a reason why he got this opportunity. He wasn’t an overly religious or spiritual drake, but at that moment he was determined to believe that it was somehow fate. That he somehow deserved this opportunity, and resented the thought that his brother would selfishly deny him it.
He could go pro. David didn’t have a lot of strengths. He wasn’t very good at applying himself to anything academic, and he had no real artistic talents to speak of. His assets all lay in his physical build. He needed every bit of his size and more, if only for his future beyond college. How would he look back on his inaction tonight ten years in the future if he ended up pumping gas or working on an assembly line in some overheated dump?
Besides, it’s not like Tyler needed any of the height he was trying to keep. He was smart, he was doing well at his studies. Hell, he was only 20 and already owned his own business! And worse, it didn’t a matter a lick if he was four or even three feet tall, he’s still get through life just fine. In fact, he’d probably grow to enjoy being shorter than normal, he could dress up as all kinds of fantasy creatures to promote his store. He loved doing that nerdy shit, right? Hell, he’d probably even get famous for doing it. Open up a whole chain of stores. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made for him to take the lion’s share of their combined height.
But there was only so far David could stretch such cognitive dissonance. Deep down he knew that he he’d be doing his brother a serious wrong, regardless of what he told himself. “Fuck it all”. He said to the ceiling as he rolled over and continued to pout. He couldn’t rest while his mind and emotions continued to flow. It also didn’t help that he was still feeling horny, as if he hadn’t had any release yet. He spent a few hours just lying in his bed playing the situation over and over in his mind. Growing six inches should have sent him over the moon, so why was he sulking do hard? He was seven foot nine. That was miraculous. But it still hadn’t sunk in yet.
Seven foot nine! The blue drake shot up with a start. “oh no fucking way” he said softly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Seven foot nine. A single inch . A single, measly inch shorter than Fang. David realised that the only thing worse than being seven inches shorter than that showboating asshat of a wolf was being one single, significantly insignificant inch. David’s heart pounded in is chest as a heat rushed towards his loins. This would not stand. At once, he was committed. “sorry Tyler, sucks to be you right now.” he snickered quietly as he grasped his renewed erection.
David rearranged himself on his bead, sitting spread-eagled as he held his cock in both hands. “Oh fuck” he said in surprise as he realised that it felt bigger in his hands. The thought sent a rush of pre dribbling down its significant length. David worked his cock as quietly as he could. He didn’t want to wake Tyler before he was done, that would just make things harder.
He thought about what he would look like in the mirror another six inches taller. He thought about how proud he would feel as he put Fang in his place, and have the whole team look up at him. He thought about how all the girls would buckle at the sight of him, about how he would drive them wild.
David worked harder and faster as his bed started to creak with each thrust. He was restrained in his actions, but his thoughts were guiding him to the edge. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he went past the point of no return, bracing himself as he stated to cum. He tried to be as quiet as he could, but the intensity of his orgasm surprised him, causing the drake to slip a sliver of his voice into his gasp. His eyes opened wide in surprise as his hot seed erupted in a single long, thick ropey stream, spurting several feet in the air with far more force than David should have been capable of.
He kept pumping his thick black cock as he felt a second orgasm build behind his first. David didn’t have much time to think about it. His hot seed loudly dropped on his hard and sweaty torso just as another orgasm waved through him. “FFFFfffffff!!” David exhaled as he fought to contain from crying out in ecstasy as he came again, his whole body twitching as his massive shaft ejaculated a second, longer load.
The blue drake breathed deeply in wide eyed amazement as his second load rained down over his room. That had never happened before. He had never came so hard in his life, and twice? It was like he had just released a pressure that had been building for weeks, if not months. And now he was spent. He had never felt this good.
The afterglow lasted but a few more breaths however, as his heart quickly went from racing in recovery to racing in lust as he felt a wave of heat rush to his loins, his cock immediately flaring angrily back to attention. David moaned as his cock ached faintly from the pressure, the thick branching veins that hugged the length of his dark member flared outwards; every corrugation in his shaft defined itself as much as possible.
“What the fuck?” David asked himself. He wasn’t simply ready to go again; he was positively aching to do so. He was not relaxed. He had no afterglow. It felt like his last orgasm had been robed from him; instead they were replaced by a burning desire for more. It was like he was growing addicted.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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