"You okay, bud?" Ash asked one day at breakfast in the mess hall.
Dimitri groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, which had dark rings underneath them, and yawned loudly. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said sleepily, pushing the food around in his plate with his claw.
But Ash wasn't convinced. "You're not fine," he said, frowning, "You look terrible. How you been getting and sleep lately? Really, Dimitri, if something's wrong, you can tell me."
The black dragon opened his mouth to say something. He wanted to tell him everything, about the odd dreams he'd been having, for he didn't know what to do about them was bursting with frustration.
He couldn't tell his parents about them. What should he say to them? That he dreamed that he was rutting every dragoness in his class, waking up every night with a boner? They would either be very worried or just laugh, thinking that it's his teenage hormones that running out of control.
He would have been more comfortable telling Ash this, but then he had the worst dream, one that was almost a nightmare if it didn't feel so good, about his friend. He dreamed that he was in a abandoned, dusty house.
On the floor lay Ash, but he looked far from normal. As thin as paper, looking like a deflated raft, he looked at Dimitri, his eyes twinkling with lust.
"Come on, big boy, I'm ready," he said seductively.
Dimitri did just that, thrusting his giant member, bigger than any dragon's that ever lived, into Ash. When he climaxed, his friend began to inflate with his cum, swelling larger and larger and larger!
When it looked like he was going to pop, Dimitri woke up, panting, discovering his sheets were drenched in his seed. The dream was so disturbing that the black dragon couldn't look Ash properly in the eyes, too afraid that he would be reminded of what he saw.
"It's nothing," said Dimitri firmly, "I don't like talking about it. Can we just leave it?"
Ash wanted to protest, but he decided not to. Instead, he just looked at his friend, feeling very worried for him.