Extra Cream

“And if you could just sign your receipt right here…”

“Mm-hmm!” The vixen scribbled down her name, then passed the pen and the receipt back across the counter.

Aedric smiled, trying not to fidget or show any discomfort. “Awesome, thank you. We’ll call your name when your coffee’s ready — it should be just a minute.”

“Perfect, thanks.” She smiled back at him, then headed over to wait for her order.

Aedric waited for the female to walk out of earshot…then he let out a long, heavy exhale. He drummed his claws against the countertop in a rapid staccato, glancing furtively at the clock as he counted down the minutes until the end of his shift. The wait was torture. His tail twitched restlessly, curling and uncurling behind him. Another body part twitched restlessly as well.

Aedric enjoyed his job as a barista. The silver dragon had worked at [i]Sinclair’s[/i] for the better part of a year now, ever since he had moved to the big city, and it was a good steady gig. His coworkers were friendly, the hours were flexible, and the pay was solid. It wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world, but it didn’t need to be. On most days, Aedric was happy.

Today, though, the poor boy was struggling. Unfortunately he had slept through his morning alarm, and as a result it had been a scramble to get to work. The dragon had been forced to skip his usual morning routine in order to make his bus on time, and that had meant no shower, no breakfast, and most importantly, no morning jerk-off session.

Yes, for Aedric and for all other silver dragon males, jerking off in the morning was practically a necessity. For whatever reason, eons of evolution had left silver dragons with absurdly over-productive testicles: big, heavy balls that pumped out gallons of sticky spunk per day. The average guy could make it several hours between orgasms without any issues, but any longer than that and his nuts would begin to ache more and more fiercely, swelling with unspent cum until they felt ready to burst. It was important to start the morning by draining your balls, so that you’d have a realistic chance of making it through the day without the ache in your loins becoming TOO unbearable.

For Aedric, the problem was even worse. The poor boy was unusually productive even for a silver dragon, with balls that generated two to three times as much spunk as his peers. (Aedric lost so many gallons of fluid per day to his ejaculations that it was a struggle just to stay hydrated.) As a teen, the dragon had blown a dozen loads a day — but dropping everything to jerk off every 90 minutes was a huge hassle. To compensate, over time Aedric had grown quite skilled at holding back his orgasms, letting his balls grow heavy with pent-up seed before finally draining them at a more convenient time.

Still, there was only so long that any silver dragon could hold out before his balls reached their physical limits…and Aedric was rapidly approaching those limits. He was now on hour 15 since his last orgasm, and his testicles refused to let him forget it. With every step, the young dragon was acutely aware of the gallons of spunk that currently sloshed around inside his swollen cum tanks. His dick had been rock-hard for the last several hours, throbbing mightily and begging for attention. Thankfully the male wore an apron at work, and that was enough to hide the obvious tent in his pants, but it did nothing to soothe the deep, gnawing ache at the core of each of his cum-packed ‘nads. The barista tried to grin and bear it, continuing to serve customers with a smile despite the growing pressure in his churning balls.

At least the end was in sight. It was only 15 more minutes until the end of his shift, and then a 15 minute bus ride home, and then 15 seconds of jerking off before he blew his oversized load all over his studio apartment. He was almost there.

And then in walked Zel.

Aedric’s dick reacted instantly, surging with desire as the dragoness strolled into the coffeeshop. The female was a regular at [i]Sinclair’s[/i]. At a full seven feet tall, she struck an imposing figure, made all the more impressive by her visible muscles and her womanly curves. More often than not, Zel showed up in some kind of exercise gear, fresh from a workout class at one of the gyms nearby. Today, she was wearing a blue spandex top that left her midriff bare, and a pair of tight black yoga pants that clung to her thick thighs. A light sheen of sweat shimmered on her bare skin.

Just looking at her, Aedric’s balls ACHED. He had long had a bit of a crush on this particular customer. Although darker blue-gray scales covered parts of her upper body, she was actually a silver dragon just like him — a rarity in these parts. She was always so cool and friendly when they chatted at the counter. She made him feel comfortable. And her body, dear GOD. More than a few times, Aedric’s after-work masturbation session had been dedicated to imagining how the tall, strong female might look with a few less layers on…or better yet, glazed in a layer of his own thick cum. Oh what he wouldn’t have given to feel her sink down on his cock, inch by throbbing inch…

The dragon shuddered as his cock twitched in his pants, firing off a spurt of pent-up precum big enough to soak through his boxers. Once again, Aedric thanked the heavens for his work apron. As Zel approached the counter, the revved-up male did his best to gather himself, trying to ignore the incredible pressure that continued to build in his twin spunk tanks.

“Hello!” Zel greeted him, smiling warmly and brushing the hair out of her eyes.

“H-hey Zel!” Aedric tried to keep his breathing steady. “Always good to see you. What can I getcha?”

“The usual. Extra cream though, please.” The female furrowed her brow. “I’m really craving cream today for some reason.”

THROB.

Aedric cleared his throat and smoothed his apron, trying to cover up the frantic twitching occurring just below the countertop. Quickly he tapped her order into the register. “Haha, yeahhh. Some days you just really need to cream. Uh, TWO CREAMS, that is. You need two creams.”

Zel nodded. “Well it’s definitely one of those days.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter so she could meet him at eye level. “How about you — how are things? Looking forward to the end of your shift? You get off soon, right?”

TWITCH!

Aedric TRIED not to look down the female’s shirt, but at this angle, it was almost impossible not to. Her heavy breasts were compressed together tightly in her sports bra, creating a valley of cleavage that naturally drew his horny eye. His heart skipped a beat as he imagined what those breasts might feel like squeezed around his desperately throbbing length, coaxing out the massive load that currently boiled in his balls…

“…Iiiiii will be getting off soon,” the dragon confirmed shakily. His right hand curled into a fist, clenched so tight that his claws dug into his palm. “I…I’m REALLY looking forward to getting off.”

“Well you deserve it.” She smiled at him again. “Nothing feels better than plopping down at home and letting a load off, you know?”

SPURT!

More pre soaked the front of Aedric’s boxers. “I know,” he groaned, his testicles churning as their ache grew even deeper. “I can’t wait.” Grimly, he forced his attention back to the register. “That’ll be, uh, $5.88.”

“Of course.” The dragoness stood back up, reaching down into her cleavage—

THROB!!

—reaching down into her cleavage and plucking out a small billfold, just large enough to hold a few bills and credit cards. She handed a gold-colored card to the overwhelmed male.

Aedric stammered for a moment, unable to resist staring at the female’s chest this time. “I…I, uh…”

Zel noticed where he was looking and blushed. “Oh, uh…blame the yoga pants,” she explained, rolling her eyes. “They never have pockets.” She rotated one of her hips towards the male, showing off the smooth, pocket-free spandex. “A girl has to stow her valuables somewhere, right?”

[i]I wouldn’t mind stowing MY valuables there,[/i] thought Aedric. His nuts were filled to the brim, packed so tight with unspent semen that they felt like lead weights. He briefly pictured Zel down on her knees, cradling his heavy nuts in her claws, swallowing his thick cock to the hilt in order to help grant him some relief…

TWITCH!!

Zel continued to hold out her card. “Uh…Aedric?”

The male jumped, startled out of his hormone-crazed daydream. “Ah! Yeah, I’ll just…let me just ring you up.” Flustered, he grabbed her credit card and swiped it, his claws drumming anxiously against the countertop as he waited for the receipt to finish printing.

The dragoness smiled at him affectionately. Unseen to Aedric, she chanced a quick, knowing glance down at his groin.

“H-here’s your receipt,” the male continued, tearing off the paper and setting it down on the countertop. “And here’s a pen for you to sign—”

Aedric tried to pass the ballpoint pen over to the dragoness, but his grip was so shaky that it fell out of his hand. The pen bounced off the edge of the counter and fell at Zel’s feet.

“Ah, whoops!” The female looked over her shoulder, locating the fallen pen on the floor behind her. “Here, let me grab that.” She turned and bent over to retrieve it—

SPLURT!!!

As the dragoness bent over — pointing her perfect, round, spandex-clad rear directly at Aedric — the male’s balls clenched more mightily than they had ever clenched before. It took every single muscle in the dragon’s body to avoid blowing his entire load in his pants. Even so, he fired off a sizable gush of cum — not precum, but thick white CUM, bubbling slowly from the tip of his dick and soaking through the crotch of his trousers. He bit back a loud, lustful moan, choking it down to a barely audible whimper. Only a thin layer of spandex separated Aedric from the most luscious butt that he had ever laid eyes on. His nuts felt ready to explode. He could only imagine how good it would feel to slide into her from behind, his hips clapping against her ass, her pussy squeezing tight around his member as she gasped out his name, his poor overtaxed testicles finally allowed to unleash their load and flood her with gallon after gallon of his pent-up seed…

“Got it.” Zel plucked the pen off the floor, then turned back around, quickly scribbling her name down on the receipt. “Here you go.”

Aedric quivered, every muscle still taut. “…Thank you,” he managed to reply after a moment, reaching out shakily to take back the slip of paper. His balls strained to hold back their contents, a few more drops of cum leaking from the tip of his diamond-hard erection.

The dragoness smiled at him again…or was it a smirk? “See you tomorrow!” she said cheerily, and then walked away to wait for her drink.

“Bye,” the male breathed, his whole body still vibrating with the need to cum. He watched her ass for a few more moments, his dick drooling with desire…then tore his gaze away before he accidentally jizzed his pants for real. He could FEEL his testicles overflowing, so full that they practically vibrated with pent-up spunk. He could only pray that he had the strength to hold on until he got home.

He looked up at the clock once again. “…Just a little longer,” he groaned quietly to himself, his balls aching to their very core.