by Noah Harris
“Good. That’s most reassuring,” he said in a hushed voice as he let his hand wander down and squeeze Barry’s ass, “I’m fond of you too…and your personality.”
Barry light-heartedly rolled his eyes as Xanathen gave a cheeky grin. He seemed very pleased at his own witty banter. Barry couldn’t help but laugh with him.
“Just so we’re clear, you don’t really expect me to worship you like a God, right?” Barry asked.
“Um—” Xanathen started.
“I’m willing to play along with that ‘tribute’ thing, but I’m not really going to worship you. I know people sometimes say stuff to get them over the edge, so I won’t hold it against ya. It was pretty hot. But, y’know, there’s a line between real life and fantasy.”
“Yes. Just a fantasy. Right,” Xanathen agreed, somewhat unconvincingly, sporting a crooked smile. The two men curled up on the grassy mound together, their arms and legs intertwined. They basked in a lover’s warmth and kissed, showering each other with whispered sweet nothings. Xanathen held Barry close, kissing his lips and forehead, and nibbling his ears. His hands were frequently active and they soon gripped Barry’s now dormant penis, beginning to stroke it gently. Strong dark lips covered him in kisses, stopping at Barry’s neck as he began to suck gently. Barry gasped and let out a moan as he held Xanathen against his neck.
Xanathen’s sturdy hand combined with the sensual biting on his neck made Barry quiver. Chills of lust ran down his spine as his loins began to ignite with desire once more. He felt his dick swell in Xanathen’s hand. The kissing on his neck stopped and soon he saw the fin-like mohawk bursting from between his legs as Xanathen gazed up at him. The golden eyes flickered with desire as he examined Barry’s body up close, looking at it as if it was the only one in the world. The fire in his eyes showed the raging desire he felt. Barry could tell, just from the way Xanathen looked, that he was desired more than anything.
Xanathen gripped Barry’s penis again and looked up with a narrow grin, then opened his mouth and took it in, never breaking eye contact. His warm tongue cascaded around Barry’s rod which was now pulsing with sensitivity along every inch. The lavish attention Xanathen paid to Barry’s needs and the warmth of his affection made his already sensitive body tremble and he started to feel the expectant rush. He felt everything filling up and getting ready to climax. The tight sensation in his loins stopped abruptly, leaving Barry startled and craving more. He looked down at Xanathen with a pleading look in his eyes. Xanathen smirked as he rose up, looking down at Barry.
“Please?” Barry whimpered. “I’m so close.”
Xanathen chuckled as he savored the view of his beloved hothead begging for release. There was something about it that he found oddly satisfying. He shook his head and instead gripped him with one hand, while his other hand ventured much lower.
Barry flinched as he felt Xanathen’s finger gently assert itself, probing tentatively inside him. He felt himself clench and turn red with embarrassment. As much as the red hot heat of shame colored his face, he let Xanathen continue, more than willing to try this. It felt strange at first, but as Xanathen began to carefully press in and out he apparently hit a sweet spot. Barry was no longer embarrassed as he lay on the ground with his toned legs splayed outward, dangling lazily over Xanathen’s shoulders. His toes curled each time the finger moved back in, and he clawed at the grassy floor beneath him as he stretched himself in ecstasy.
Xanathen continued to play with Barry’s accepting ass with one hand as he stroked his cock with the other. It was a sensation of pushing and pulling in perfect synchronization, and Barry’s body filled with the hot tingling in his loins once again. Xanathen soon had two fingers inside him, and Barry writhed on the floor, whispering for more. He felt himself getting closer to his release, but he still needed more before he could crest that ridge. His cries grew louder as he began to grind himself against Xanathen’s hand.
“What’s that?” Xanathen asked.
“More,” he cried meekly.
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“More!” he repeated with a louder wail.
His lover gently pulled his fingers from inside Barry and released him. Barry moaned in disappointment, until he saw Xanathen fully aroused and ready for more.
He felt a sting of pain briefly flash throughout his body as Xanathen’s cock crossed his barrier. He held his breath for a moment as the bigger man stayed still, quietly gauging his reaction. The moment passed and Barry could breathe again. He felt his ass filled with something hard yet wonderful, and he could feel himself stretch in response to the welcome intrusion. He sighed in relief; he was taking this well, both physically and more surprisingly, emotionally.
Xanathen’s hands gripped Barry’s legs firmly and kept them spread far apart. He looked down at him expectantly and patiently. Barry silently nodded his head, both asking him to continue and giving him permission to do so.
Xanathen’s length pushed deeper into him and Barry clenched with every inch. He could feel the sweat pouring from his forehead. But as Xanathen began to slowly move and push, the pain began to subside, replaced with a feeling of breathtaking pleasure. That sweet spot was hit again and again and Barry melted into Xanathen’s every touch. An enormous smile curled on his face as he turned his face away in delight.
Xanathen then began to move more forcefully, pulling his enormous dick out and pushing it back in. He pumped slowly at first, letting Barry’s body become accustomed to the new feeling, and to let him fully experience the moment. The sensation, the way it felt on his body drove him wild. With each small push he felt more of the invigorating friction, and pleasurable sensations flooded his body. As Xanathen looked down at Barry, wriggling and scrunched up with pleasure, he felt a surge of pride and the desire to make this blond Adonis cry out to the heavens in ecstasy. This was his prize to claim.
Xanathen pumped faster and harder, falling victim to his own lustful fever as he began to push his cock in deeper and deeper. Barry held on tight to the grass beneath him, as he let out a loud moan. Every time Xanathen pulled out a bit he internally cried, ‘no’, demanding more. His lover complied, and continued to fill Barry with sensual pleasure, bringing him closer and closer to a sweet relief. Barry was enraptured with all these new feelings bombarding him all at once. As he opened his eyes he saw Xanathen staring down at him, their eyes meeting and locking as they both thrust wildly.
Of all the sex Barry had in his life, he had never had it this good. But this was the first time he had ever felt real arousal fuelled by honest desire and lust. He was in the throws of passion with the most handsome and incredible man he had ever met in his life. He knew they would continue making love many times, holding each other tenderly, well into the night, and he knew just in the way Xanathen looked at him that he wanted everything about him. Everything was so right about this. He never thought he would love being held by another man so much, not once in his entire life. He had never been so wrong. As he thrust himself against Xanathen he felt he would do anything to experience this again.
He felt himself tense up as he grasped desperately for Xanathen, trying to hold onto him as his eyes began to close. He could feel the heat rising in his loins, as it began to churn. With each pump he was brought ever closer. Finally he cried out triumphantly as the feeling reached a climax, letting everything go as he released all his energies into the universe. He listlessly lay on the ground and continued to grind weakly as Xanathen continued. Barry looked up to see a twisted smile on the big man’s face as he found his own release with only a few more thrusts, his grin washed over him with a tired sense of bliss.
Xanathen slowly pulled out and lay on the ground beside Barry, wrapping a trembling arm around him and pecking him lovingly on the cheek. This was the most serene Barry had ever seen the man. Xanathen’s eyes began to close, unconsciously refusing to let Barry out of his grip. Barry snuggled in and laid his head under Xanathen’s chin as he began to relax.
He though
t he would be content lying this way in the cave forever. He finally experienced what inner peace was intended to feel like.
Chapter 6
Barry slept contentedly as he lay on the grassy mound at the end of the cavern. The grass brushed against his bare body, sending prickly feelings up and down his spine. A warm sensation ran through him as a thick arm wrapped around his waist and a hardness dug against his backside excitedly. His eyes slowly opened as he adapted to the gentle light of the cave, and Xanathen’s eager cock poking at the cheeks of his ass.
“Good morning,” a deep voice whispered in his ear. Warm breath fell against his cheek as Xanathen spoke.
The blond man yawned and stretched his body as he tried to wake up, all while something hard pressed against him as Xanathen edged even closer.
“Last night was excellent,” Xanathen said, with a triumphant smile. “I’d like to try it all again.”
“Holy shit, Xanathen, I just woke up!” Barry yawned groggily, brushing the curls from his eyes.
“I know, let’s go!”
Xanathen then pulled his arm back and began to straddle Barry enthusiastically. He propped himself up on his knees and held his erect penis up to Barry’s round lips expectantly.
With sleep crusted eyes, Barry stared down the rod standing in front of his face, then looked up to Xanathen. He was wide awake in every sense of the word, and looked down at him with a hungry lust that could only be satisfied by Barry. The look in those golden eyes said it all, there was no need for words. He craved Barry’s touch like he would crave food and he would scour the earth until he could ravage it, until he burst with the ultimate satisfaction. Barry thought every part of his body burned painfully as he yearned for the sexual embrace of his tanned lover.
Barry blinked and rolled over to his side, dumping Xanathen unceremoniously face first into the grass. The dragon fell with an uncharacteristically clumsy thud onto the bedding, letting grass fly all around him. He grumbled sourly as he rubbed his head looking back at Barry with displeasure.
“Why would you do that?” he cried bitterly, already beginning to sulk.
“I told you that I just woke up. I’m not feeling it right now,” Barry shook his head with an amused sigh.
“Besides, you can’t just stick a dick in my face and expect me to react positively.”
“But you did before. Plenty of times actually!”
“Alright, lemme clarify: Not when I just wake up. At least get me to first base,” Barry explained, frankly. Xanathen sat up on the bedding and listened intently, his face twisting in confusion and his thick brow arching slowly above his glistening golden eyes. He paused as he seemed to sit there considering the words, unsure of what to do with them or how to translate them. His angular face tilted slightly under the puzzling weight of it all.
“First...base?” Xanathen echoed.
“Right, sorry. Gotta stop using those terms around you. It’s an expression from back home, just forget about—”
“No, tell me! What does that mean?”
“Alright, but if you don’t get it, don’t worry about it,” Barry sighed as he sat up. “Going to first base means, y’know, kissing.”
Xanathen’s brow furrowed as he sat there, letting the words stew in his head. His head shot straight back to its normal position as his mouth sunk low in frustration.
“Why call it that?” he asked.
“I don’t know why it’s called that. Someone just decided to use baseball terms.”
“Baseball? What?”
“Baseball’s a game from back home. They play it all over the world now, but it’s America’s pastime. It started with us,” Barry stopped, carefully gauging the reaction from Xanathen. The dragon sat there, listening intently, with his legs crossed and his chest puffed out and on display. While mildly perplexed, he seemed determined to understand this thing Barry was talking about. “So, in baseball, there’s a diamond on the ground with four mats: first base, second base, third base and home. The defensive team is scattered all over the field while the offensive team hits.
“The offensive team tries to hit a ball with a bat and if they do, they run to one of the mats until they eventually make it to ‘home.’ If the defensive team catches the ball and the ball gets to a player on one of the mats before the offensive team gets there, they’re out.”
Xanathen continued to sit and let the words bubble around in his head as he thought about it. As he sat there it dawned on Barry just how far out of the loop Xanathen really was. In his work he had travelled a little bit and met people from all over the world, and it seemed to him like every part of the globe knew what baseball was. Here on Xanathen’s lonely little island, it had been overlooked. Considering no one had found this place in roughly two hundred years, it was no wonder Xanathen sat there clueless.
“Why is there a diamond on the field? What does it do?”
“Not a real diamond, that’s just the shape of the playing field.”
“Why is it a diamond?”
“I really don’t know, Equal spacing between the bases, I guess.”
“Why are they called bases?”
“Because they just are.”
“This all sounds strange,” Xanathen grumbled darkly as he looked off to the side. “The whole world enjoys this, though?”
“Yeah,” Barry nodded. “It’s spread out to every country. Shoot, we sometimes even get players from other countries.”
Barry smiled nostalgically as he thought about it. His legs propped up against his chest as he placed his folded arms on top and looked off into the distance with a wistful grin.
“I remember the first baseball game I went to. I was five years old and went with my parents to Target Field, where we made a whole day of it. They were raging Twins fans. We sat in the bleachers and watched the game. There had to be thousands of people there. I remember the excitement of the crowd. It just made me even more excited to be a part of it. Got a big hot dog, drinks, a hat,…the whole nine yards. I didn’t really get the game back then—understand the details, I mean—but hell if that wasn’t a great introduction to it. Ever since then, I always watched the games with them. We’d sit in the living room and watch on TV. Both of them would get so riled up and start yelling and cheering. It was one of the few times we could actually agree on something, ya know?”
“Not really, but go on please,” Xanathen said, quite sincerely and looking pensive.
“I played a little back in high school. Never took it seriously, but it was always a fun way to let off some steam. Heh, I remember Dad always got upset that I never took it as seriously as he did. I played it because it was fun, I didn’t want to make a career of it. Still, he’d show up to every game, cheering me on the whole way, then telling me how I could’ve done better, on the ride home.”
Xanathen sat there with a thoughtful look on his face as he listened to Barry’s story. He reflected on the words and imagined it for himself.
“Thousands of people watching other people play games?”
“Oh yeah, like you wouldn’t believe! Sports are huge back home,” Barry nodded. “We’ve got baseball, football, hockey, basketball. Oh and the Olympics, both summer and winter, and those are a huge collection of different sports. All the best athletes from all over the world race, wrestle, swim and compete in all sorts of other events.”
The dragon’s eyes widened in wonder as he listened to Barry’s description. He stood dumbfounded at the idea that not only was the world so connected, but that people would come together over sports. Still, a world that marveled over physical prowess and perfection intrigued him. The wild variety of different games spoke to him, and while he had no idea what they were, he felt himself itching with curiosity and desire.
Xanathen rose to his feet and announced, “I want to try this baseball thing. I think I’ll understand it better if you show me.”
“Uh...Oh. Okay,” Now Barry was the dumbfounded one. “I mean, it won’t be exactly the same as at home. We
don’t really have enough players for full teams or—”
“Show me!”
Barry smiled at the idea of it. The thought of playing his old hobby, as best they could, brought about old familiar feelings of excitement and competitiveness. He felt himself begin to burn with a smug fire as he felt confident of his own prowess. The day was beginning to brighten as he thought more about playing his old game with Xanathen, showing him some of the marvels of his home and expanding the big man’s horizons. It was only a matter of time, Xanathen’s little island would be part of the rest of the world, complete with a new-found passion for baseball.
A wide diamond was carved out in the sand on the beach, using the tip of a stray stick and the very best of Barry’s ability. Large rocks were placed on the corners—the best bases they could find—while a pile of coconuts stood on standby in the middle. Xanathen looked around at the diamond with subtle intrigue. His lips pursed as he investigated, while mentally comparing it to the description Barry had given. Meanwhile, Barry looked at it proudly, and let his chest swell with pride as he held a large branch tightly in his hands.
“Alright. So that rock right there is home base. That’s where the batter swings the bat,” Barry started, pointing out the rocks on the diamond. “You hit the ball, and you run there to first base.” Xanathen grinned lustfully as he flung his arms around Barry and surprised him with a passionate kiss on the lips. Barry yelped in shock, but quietly melted in his arms. While it was unexpected, he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the attention lavished on him.
“That’s first base, correct?” Xanathen asked with a cheeky grin.
“You’re catching on,” Barry replied, his face flushed, “But they don’t kiss in baseball. At least not on the field. An awful lot of butt-patting, though. You run to first base, then there, then there, then all the way back here. If you make it back here, that’s a home run and you get a point.”
“Oh! That’s simple enough.”
