Dragon Boy
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Dragon Boy
By Kewl Dad
Tyron sat by the waterfall, his feet dangling in the cool water as he thought his thoughts, both pleasant and not so pleasant. He was 21, tall, fit and handsome, and though he should have been happy and content with his life, he was not.
One of two sons, his older brother Calley, now in the Kings' Brigade, he was left behind to tend to his widowed mother, who had never really gotten over the death of her beloved husband, Edwardo. He'd finished the required courses of study three years previously, and desiring no higher level of learning, he'd taken a job as a shopkeeper, eventually buying the shop from it's aging owner with money provided by his late father's estate.
The shop was profitable and he had clerks to do the work, an accountant who kept the books and made sure the King got his share, so much of his time was spend in idle wandering and wondering, as was the case today.
His mother chastised him for his idleness, sometimes telling him that his time would be better spent seeking out a maiden to marry so that they might carry on the family name. However, truth be known, Tyron had no interest in women, at all.
Such was not unheard of in this day and time, and boys as young as ten or twelve often dallied with one another, their parents fully aware of the fact, but most grew out of this phase of their life and went on to marry and father children of their own.
Tyron himself had dallied many times with his friends, right up until he'd reached the age of majority at 14. However, his friends began to discover girls at that age, and one by one they left him behind, his only encounters now with a few such as himself that he met in the pubs, public baths, or other unsavory places.
One such place were the trails that led through the woods called Beggar's Forrest. However, one needed to be careful when visiting there, for there were often villains and other unsavory characters about. Tyron was an accomplished swordsmen and well able to defend himself and often found himself there, though he seldom found what he sought.
That day he had walked the path for an hour or so before finally giving up and coming to his favorite place, the waterfall and pool, simply called Clearview, because the water was so clear you could see to the bottom.
Small fish swam about beneath his feet, but he knew nothing large or sinister dwelt here, and thus he paid no attention to the placid water. The slight gurgle of the water as it hit the pool, the roar of the falls, and the chirping of birds and insects was a balm to his troubled mind, and for a while he felt peace and calm wash over him.
The rattle of the bushes behind him pulled him out of his funk and he spun around, his face filled with horror now, as he saw what had made the noise.
A dragon, small, but still potentially deadly poked it's head out from the thick bushes and snorted a smoke ring as it contemplated Tyron sitting on the edge of the pool.
"Greetings, hu...man," the dragon said, causing Tyron to nearly leap into the water with surprise.
"You...speak?" Tyron asked, his voice a bit unsteady.
"I do," the dragon said, and for the first time Tyron noticed that the timber of the dragon's voice was childlike, a boy's voice perhaps.
"I am Tyron," the frightened man said, hoping to stall for time before being eaten.
"I know," the dragon chuckled, surprising Tyron further. A talking, laughing dragon? Surely he was hallucinating or dreaming.
"You...are like no dragon I have ever seen," Tyron said, feeling more comfortable with the creature now, despite his fear.
"I am like no other dragon," the thing said as it ambled forward now, giving Tyron a full view of it's body.
It was small, as dragons go, perhaps three feet long, it's skin glowing slightly as all dragons skin does, and Tyron could see that it was decidedly male, it's sex organs fully on display now.
"Am I to be eaten?" Tyron asked, his question causing the dragon to laugh outright now, the voice even more like that of a small boy.
"No, I mean you no harm, only good. For I have been sent here to be your companion."
"Companion?" Tyron stuttered, "I don't understand, men and dragons do not exactly mix."
"To understand, you must forget all that you have heard about our kind. We are not the evil predators that your myths make us out to be. Dragons and men have lived together on this world for countless ages, and in the old days relied on one another for survival. As man evolved, they left us behind, but we have not forgotten our ties to them. In the Northern regions men and dragons have formed a new alliance, and from an early age children are taught to love and respect their dragon friends."
"I've heard stories..." Tyron admitted.
"Some are true, some are not. There are many species of dragons where I come from, and my species are known as Changelings."
"What does that mean, changelings?"
"You will see," the dragon said, managing a smile despite its tooth-filled mouth.
Studying the dragon's features now, Tyron had to admit this dragon had a soft look about him, and was...dare he think it? actually quite cute, almost cuddly. There were no sharp spikes as he'd been taught dragons possessed and his skin looked soft and not the least bit scaly like a snake or reptile.
"You are surprised by my appearance," the dragon stated.
"Yes, a bit. You're not what I expected a dragon to look like, that's for certain."
"Not all dragons look as I do. I do not possess the skills of the bigger, fiercer dragons, but I have my own defenses, though seldom used. I rely instead on my shape-changing abilities."
"Ah, so as a Changeling you can change shape?"
"I can, and I will...soon. That is why I am here. I have been sent to be your companion, but not in this form."
Tyron's mind was racing, then what? A dog, a cat, a horse perhaps. No, no, he was much too small to be a horse. What then?
"Do you not see what I am, and what I can become...for you?" the dragon asked looking pensive.
"I see only a young dragon, beautiful in a way, non-threatening, helpful perhaps, but I have no idea what you mean. Do you have a name?"
"I do, but you could not pronounce it in your tongue. And for that reason I would ask that you give me a new name, one only you and I will know, one that means something to you. But before you do, it is best I change so you will understand."
"All right," Tyron said eying the dragon with anticipation, mixed with lingering fear.
Was this a trick? Would this small dragon change into a bigger dragon and swallow him whole? Surely not, why all this deception if his intent was only to have Tyron for lunch? No, there was a mystery here, and he was now eager to see what the dragon's true purpose was.
"Are you ready...Tyron?" the dragon asked, rising on two legs and looking the man in the eyes.
Tyron felt no fear now as one might expect, and one look in the dragon's eyes told him the creature meant him no harm, and perhaps really was here to help him.
"I am ready, Changeling," Tyron said bowing.
With a whirl of colors, flashing lights, and a slight roaring sound, suddenly a mist descended over both man and dragon, blocking out Tyron's vision for a brief moment. When the mist cleared and his eyes adjusted, he was shocked to see just what now stood before him.
In place of the dragon, a boy of twelve or so stood, naked as the day he was born, his slender yet well proportioned body literally glowing with vitality and health.
Though he no longer looked like a dragon, Tyron could still see certain resemblances between the two. The dark hair, the emerald green eyes, the above average sex organs peeking out from a patch of dark pubes that curled almost symmetrically.
Tyron felt a stirring in his groin and realized that he was tumescent, and his face burned red with shame.
"Do not fight your inner feelings," the Dragon-Boy said then, "I am here to fulfill your every wish and desire. But first, you must name me. A name that will represent what I mean to you, and all that we will be...together.
"Peitry, (Pea-tree)" Tyron said suddenly, no conscious thought given to his answer.
"Peitry, yes... a good name. One that has special meaning for you." The Dragon-Boy said, a statement, not a question.
"How could you know...?" Tyron mumbled with surprise.
"I know many things, Tyron. I know you are alone, that you wish companionship of those like you, and that you once had such a relationship with a boy...a boy named Peitry."
Tyron felt faint, how could this dragon-become-boy know about Peitry and about his deepest, darkest secrets? He was stunned, and for a moment he did not respond as his memories swirled about in his head and he was once again a boy of 14.
Peitry was 11 that year, a neighbor boy who had taken a shine to Tyron and hung around him whenever Tyron would allow it. Tyron for the most part, ignored the younger boy, more interested in his fellow teens and always eager to engage them in sex play.
However, as his peers discovered girls and pulled away, Tyron was left frustrated and alone most times, and over time he and Peitry spent more time together and became friends.
Peitry turned 12 that year and excitedly shared the news that he now had hair around his cock and could make wet when he came. Tyron was not shocked by his news, but rather excited, and what occurred next was only natural. And suddenly what had been mere friendship changed almost overnight.
That first time was magical. What Tyron had not known was that Peitry had longed for this moment since first meeting the older boy and was madly in love with him. Their first sexual encounter was sweet and fulfilling for both, and their relationship was forever changed.
In time, Tyron came to love Peitry as well, and by the time Tyron was 16 and Peitry a newly minted teen, they were seldom ever apart. These were the happiest days of Tyron's life, and he was sure that he and Peitry would be together forever.
Then, tragedy struck. While swimming in the creek one day, Peitry drowned. A sudden rain storm had caused the water to rise and a torrent of water swept him away before Tyron could get to him. Though Tyron tried desperately to find Peitry along the swollen creek's edge, it was the next morning before his lifeless body was pulled from the water by fishermen who had volunteered to conduct the search.
Tyron grieved for months, and perhaps was still grieving, but in time he had placed those bad memories in the back of his mind and had concentrated on only the good ones with his darling boy lover.
"I..." Tyron sobbed, "I loved him so much."
"I know," the boy said moving to Tyron's side now and sitting beside him. For a time they just sat there, man and boy (formally dragon) and stared out at the placid waters of the pool.
Then leaning in slowly, Peitry kissed Tyron softly on the cheek. Tyron turned to meet the boy's lovely green eyes and suddenly they were kissing as lovers do, lips pressed together, tongues dueling, and hands traveling all over each other's body.
Tyron's clothes came off so quickly that it seemed almost like magic, which indeed it was, and Peitry had his hard wet cock in his mouth at last. This was merely a prelude to what would occur, however, for Peitry knew all too well what Tyron preferred most when it came to love, and he was eager to share his body in that way.
Naked, they lay in the soft grass, Peitry on his back, his legs raised high as his most private place was revealed for Tyron to gaze upon. The man let out a strangled cry of surprise and joy at the sight and dove in face first, feasting upon the boy's eager quivering hole.
After sating himself there, he moved to the boys ample cock, five hard inches of uncut pleasure and sucked him in, delighting in his taste and scent. If he had expected a dragon-turned-boy to smell anything other than boy, he was deluded, for this Dragon Boy exuded a scent that Tyron was all too familiar with, a boy in heat.
"Oh, oh...Tyron, you are so skilled at that," the boy panted, "but I desire to feel you inside me. Please, now..." he pleaded.
"Yes, yes of course, dear boy," Tyron said, mad with lust for his boy now, "I will make you mine, mark you with my seed, and if you were a woman you would bear my child, as I feel that my seed is all the more potent for having met you."
"I have no doubt you would sire a child, were I female, but that we are two males will not lesson your pleasure."
"No, it makes it that much better," Tyron said moving into position, "I care not for women in that way, only males, and you now especially. I have never felt such desire before. It's as if some magical spell has been cast upon me."
"Perhaps, or perhaps you just desire me this way because we were destined to be together."
"Yessss," Tyron hissed easing into Peitry as easily as if they were tailor made to fit together, "you are so hot, so tight, so good," he moaned.
"Yes, yes...love me," Peitry said, and Tyron did, from that day and for all the days of his life.
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The Dragon Boy never aged, and Tyron remained younger than his years would dictate as well. So much so in fact that eventually, to avoid questions, the two moved to the Northern region, and there Tyron learned the real truth about dragons.
They loved one another for many, many years, moving from place to place as needed and never wanted for anything. As long as they had one another they had all they needed. Eventually, as men tend to do, Tyron passed away after living to a ripe old one hundred and ninety-nine years. But dragons, on the other hand, live forever.
Though Peitry grieved for many years, eventually, in dragon form, he returned to his homeland and was content to be a dragon/changeling for a while. However, there were other lonely young men out there who needed someone to love, and eventually the Dragon Boy dried his tears, smiled his toothy dragon grin and went back to work. But that, my friends, is another story.
The End
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Hey, readers here's a little story based on a dream I had one night. Yeah, I know, weird. In the dream I was actually in a fox hole, go figure, bullets and bombs whizzing all around me, then there was this beautiful glowing dragon. He wasn't big, but I was still scared until he began to change into a boy and he simply said, "Love me". I awoke then, but the dream lingered with me all day and I had to put it into some kind of story. So...here it is.
As always thanks to my editor Mikey, who is my inspiration to go on writing. Love ya Mikey.
Kewl Dad 10-06-24
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