The dragon let out a content sigh as his eyes finished scanning the edges of the lake for the umpteenth time. Well, if you could even call him a dragon, that is. The creature standing before the water was indeed considered a subspecies of the scaled, winged beasts, but biological differences would lead one to question if there was any true relationship, or if his kind held no such heritage whatsoever. For one, the male was covered in fur, not scales, a trait quite uncommon for true dragons, yet oddly fitting for the creature's playful, almost cat-like personality. He had no wings, despite having the strength needed in his legs to put the distance between him and ground necessary to use them. Though despite this, there were those close to him that half-joked, half-argued that if anyone questioned his draconic heritage, all he need do is take off his pants.

The male plopped to the soft ground with a soft umf. He sat there for a moment, first cross legged before leaning back, hands on the ground supporting himself as he let his legs spread, simply enjoying the quiet seclusion that he always found out here. The lake was a location he visited often, not too far from his house, although both were quite far from civilization. The dragon enjoyed his solitude. And even if he didn't, he would be unable to deny how convenient it all was... especially on days such as today.

A soft gasp escaped the male's lips as the very thought reminded his body just why he was here. He looked down to his pants, blushing the slightest bit as he took in the sight of just how... soaked they were. A fair bit more soaked than they had been seconds prior, even--not that one could really tell--the heavy spurt of pre that brought about that gasp mingling with the mess that had drenched all but just a few small patches of the dragon's cargos. It was a pleasing sight indeed... though it wasn't always.

In public, it could be terribly embarrassing. There were rumors surrounding his species. Some true, some not so much... few textbooks held accurate knowledge of the creature, and even within those that did, such information collectively amounted to a few tidbits at most. The more sexual aspects of the species were largely only known to those that had managed to bring them to bed... and such retellings typically were taken as wild exaggerations as opposed to the factual accounts they were.

You see, there were many things that could be considered impressive about the creature. For one, the creature was hung. Too hung, some might argue. For many women--just about all save size queens, and perhaps mares--his endowment crossed the line between "Oh fuck yes!" and "Oh fuck no!" At fourteen and a half inches long, he was already easily considered intimidating, but with a thickness that rivaled most two liter soda bottles, there were but a rare few women that would not feel their heart sink as their eyes go wide in not lust, but terror at the thought of ever feeling such a thing split them open. Or two things, as it were; the dragon was sporting not one, but two massive much-too-big-for-sex endowments. Of course, despite all this, anyone that stuck with the male beyond that initial shock would find it wasn't his endowment that was most impressive about him...

The male moaned softly as he pressed a hand to that proud bulge, teasing the twin shafts within his pants with a hint of what was to finally come. "Finally" was perhaps not quite the most accurate word, seeing as it had only been five days--not even a full week. But to the male, it might as well had been months. It was both a blessing and a curse that plagued the males of his kind. Perhaps as an evolutionary advantage, or perhaps simply as dumb luck, those of his species were, for all intents and purposes, perpetually pent up. Constantly blue balled. Not exactly endlessly horny, but rather finding their balls to never be anything less than desperately overfilled, heavy, dense, and swollen with more cum than they should ever be asked to hold.

Thankfully, it was a feeling which one became accustomed to. Just about the only discomfort ever felt was during puberty, when that transition from boyhood to manhood included several "growth spurts" of a much different kind. "Production spurts" perhaps, as it was not uncommon for a male to wake up sore, finding himself in desperate need of release, feeling the only way to relieve the pressure being the obvious: let it all out. This would provide temporary relief, certainly, but it was temporary at best. The closer one drifted towards adulthood, the more clear it became this was to simply be a constant thing. No relief from the swelling, no freedom from the feeling of those orbs being heavy and full. Just about the only thing saving the species from a tormenting, constant discomfort was exactly that: It was constant. It was always there. It was something you could get used to... something, for the most part, you could ignore, even if it did mandate frequent drainings.

The dragon now sat at the side of the lake in naught but his underwear. He held his pants up in front of himself, chuckling softly at just how much they dripped with sticky strands of precum. A part of him couldn't help but be proud of his work; he had, after all, soaked the fabric in more naughty fluids than even some of the most virile horses could with their most pent up orgasms, and yet this was nothing but pre alone. It was the sort of thing that he might normally find himself stumbling over words to explain were he in public, as few would believe he had done anything short of pissed himself if not for the clear, slimy nature of the fluid. Yet to even claim he had climaxed in his pants was too much of a stretch for most to believe when he really got himself going. It was a blessing and a curse indeed... one that was partially his fault.

As with most males of his species, when he was younger--when he was in that transitional phase--he found himself learning of the unique traits of his kind by stroking and caressing them out of his body. Those first few times alone bringing such pleasure, making the discomfort worth it. More than happy to let his juices splatter across his chest any time his orbs demanded, he emptied himself frequently, enjoying each time thoroughly, accepting the good with the bad... the pleasure with the discomfort. It wasn't until his second of several production "growth spurts" that a thought dawned on him.

Relaxing at the side of the lake, now fully nude, his clothes laying in a sticky pile a few short feet away, the dragon didn't specifically recall the exploits of his teen years. But he certainly was enjoying the effects, as he did very, very often. For a species that was already arguably one of the most generous there was, the male currently enjoying the freeness of nature was one of the most excessive. Pre pumped from his twin shafts so generously that what might normally be a heavy flow was instead heavy spurts. Very heavy, in fact. Each strong twitch of his cocks sent twin streams of clear, warm stickiness shooting with enough force to land near the ankles of his outstretched legs. It was difficult for the male to not let out a moan with every spurt, finding the pleasure from the release--even if it was nothing more than pre--so incredible, so pleasurable. The male had not let himself climax in several days, and for a species as pent up as his--a species that would typically need to empty their balls at least once a day at bare minimum--this left the creature ready to provide more cum than arguably should even be physically possible. And he loved it.

The day of that second production increase was a defining moment in the male's life. His balls had felt so much more full than normal... nowhere near as full as they did now, sitting at the lakeside, but as a teen, they felt so very much more full than they had ever been. He groaned as he began to fondle himself, drooling with more precum than normal, so desperate, so needy. It was as if just as he had started to get used to the demand his body was placing on him, it surged overnight, becoming just that much worse. He cursed angrily at his body, at his damn balls for being so demanding on him. But his anger was short lived... roughly as short as it took him to bring himself to climax, in fact.

As the male's hands worked his cocks by the lakeside, he showed no shame in his pleasure, letting every gasp, every moan freely escape his lips. It was so incredible, so pure, his shafts twitching with pleasure as they provided heavier and heavier spurts of pre. It flew through the air with the sort of distance you would expect only possible of a climax itself, reaching a fair bit past the dragon's feet when aimed that direction. Though the dragon quite frankly didn't give a damn what direction he aimed those twin shafts. Straight up in to the air to rain back down on his waist, out in front of him showing the power behind each shot, back towards him, soaking himself even more completely in his own liquid desire; whatever direction his hands happened to be tugging his cocks in as they twitched, that's where it flew, and flew it did, all over... There was little point in trying to keep himself clean. And truth be told, it was just so much more fun letting it spurt every which way without a care in the world.

There was just so much of it. Spurting and spurting and spurting. The teenage dragon began to wonder if it would ever stop, though he wasn't even sure he cared. His balls had so much to give, and giving so much felt just so damn good! By the time it was all over, he lay there, panting, looking down at the mess he had created. It was far bigger of a mess than he had ever made, and while it was nowhere near the kind of mess he might make at adulthood when he was, oh, say, enjoying himself at the side of a lake, it was also sure as hell nothing to scoff at. The phrase "cum like a horse" came to mind as he looked at his handywork, panting in pleasure... but if there was one thing the dragon knew, it was these two things:

Cumming that much felt incredible.

And he wanted to cum more. So very much more.

By now the male had all but given in entirely to his lustful cravings, squirming in pleasure at the side of the lake as he let out the most primal sounds of pure pleasure. He was drenched in his own lust, jets of precum having been flung every which way, leaving several foot long splattering trails back to what was practically a puddle forming beneath the creature, a creature too far in too lost in the moment to even try to hold back. He needed this, he craved this, his body screamed out in desire for this. His balls had so much to give, those few long days seeming more like months now as they emptied what they had been holding on to for what seemed far, far too long. It was rare the creature had the self control to wait that long--and truth be told, he had originally been planning on waiting another two days still--but it felt so impossibly good to release like this. And this wasn't yet even his true release...

The dragon was absolutely relentless. Every day, damn near every hour, he took every opportunity possible to encourage his cum factories to provide more. He caressed them, fondled them, and emptied them time and time again. There were times where he found himself with nothing better to do spending all day forcing himself to cum over and over and over, all with the hopes that the increased demand would encourage an increased supply. Anything he could do to make it clear to his balls that he wanted more, so much more, more than more, more, damn it! And oh, how his body did listen...

He was screaming now. Screaming in pleasure, screaming in need. By now, his vocabulary seemed to consist of very few words: "Yes!", "God!", "Fuck!", and "Fuuuuuck!!" He could feel it... that tell-tale sign of his balls kicking in to overdrive, preparing themselves for what was to come next, as if they even had any preparing to do. It would have been painful if not for how accustom the male was to the sensation... his balls, already overfilled beyond all reason with pre and cum, readying themselves for the incoming climax by increasing that readied, pent-up load by what felt like double, perhaps even triple given how much pressure they were under. Everything on the dragon's mind was now focused on one thing, and one thing only...

Cumming. Again and again and again. Cumming more and more, never letting his balls rest. The teenage dragon was smart enough to know that if there was ever an opportunity to bend his body to his desire, it was right here and now. During the several year long oh-so dramatic shift between a boy and a man, if there was any convincing his balls to be even more productive than genetics ordained, it was in making his body damn clear during this transition that he wasn't going to accept anything less the absolute most it could offer. And boy did it pay off. Although the uncommon nature of his species dictated he had no one he knew to compare to, if he had, he would have found that he was barely even halfway through his teen years before he was already cumming with the best of them. And by the time he had made it to adulthood...

The dragon ROARED, the powerful noise damn near shaking the very ground beneath him, announcing to every creature in earshot of the wild, powerful, INTENSE orgasm the dragon had just been thrown in to. He bucked his hips wildly in the air, fucking the ever-loving hell out of whatever poor imaginary female had thought they could take the raw lust of such a powerful creature. And paired with the incredible sound that escaped the male was an all out violent ERUPTION of cum. His cocks blasted hot white cum with such incredible volume and force that every spurt fired over a dozen, perhaps even over two dozen feet high, those twin canons blasting again and again and again, over and over, providing an almost constant fountaining stream as each cumshot barely had time to finish before it was followed by the next. The dragon's violent thrashing as he howled and growled and roared and came sent massive cum torrents flying every which way, like two giant liquid ropes being flailed about in the most uncoordinated way, swinging this way and that, reaching seemingly impossible heights before falling back to the ground with the sound of a small rainfall, audible splattering and splashing as cum fell upon the ground, in the lake, and even in scattered growing puddles as the warm fluid began to collect in the dips of the uneven ground. Seemingly without end the dragon moaned and gasped and howled and thrashed and came and came and came and came, proud roars starting to be replaced with whimpers as he felt his mind nearly collapsing under the endless climax. More and more cum was launched over a dozen feet in to the air, more and more cum rained down around him, more and more soaked did the dragon become with his own handy work, as did almost everything around him in a several foot radius. Howls of pleasure mixed with howls of desperation, moans replaced with a crying out, though even with how it threatened to break him, the dragon was unsure if he should cry out for it to end or if he should cry out for the exact opposite. The orgasm went on and on and on, balls emptying themselves of what seemed like years worth of pent up cum, despite it having been only days...

The next thing the dragon could recall was waking up shivering in a puddle of his own pre and cum. He had blacked out. He wasn't even sure for how long, though it was at least still day, the warm sun beaming down upon him reassuring him of that much. He shook almost visibly as he attempted to get up, first bringing himself to his knees before trying to stand steady on trembling legs. Not an inch of his body was not soaked in his own seed, and countless strands of the sticky stuff hung from his body, some tracing curved lines between various points of his body, others still between him and the ground. Step after shaky step he made his way over to where his clothes had been tossed aside, nearly falling over in to yet another puddle as he leaned down slowly to pick them up. He didn't even bother trying to dress himself, simply grasping the likely-ruined fabric in one hand as the nude, cum drenched, trembling-with-pleasure creature made his way slowly and shakily away from the lakeside--a lakeside that was drenched in more cum that one might even expect of a full sized "proper" dragon. And as the male stopped for a moment to turn and admire the view... to think of how impossibly incredible it felt to unload such endless, impossible, logic-defying volumes of cum... a single thought crossed his mind.

Perhaps next time he should try waiting two weeks.