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A drill here, a jackhammer there, and gruff thick dudes grunting everywhere. That was what went through Andrew's head as he stretched, those exact same words. A quick look up and he saw his workmates sitting on a beam, one of them whistling at a passerby, just like you see in the movies, only to get a laugh out of the others. Talk about childish, he thought to himself while trying to contain his own laugh.

Despite being a young dragon, Andrew was tall and stacked for his age: strong legs, an incredibly broad chest, with muscular pecs on top of rock-hard abs, hidden beneath a tight white shirt that did very little to hide his definition, had been more than enough to net him an easy construction foreman job. Having four arms also helped in that matter. Four arms that he unconsciously flexed when he was done with his stretch, watching as the red-scaled biceps bulged around his shirt, tightly held by the fabric. The first thing he felt was pride at his hard-earned frame, but that was taken by a sudden light rip reaching his ears, and the sight of a tiny tear in one of his lower arms' sleeve.

A sigh left his lips. He had lost count of how many times this had happened in the job, but he was starting to lose his patience about it. It would happen to you too if a third of your income went to replacing the shirts your gaining outgrew, but since the idea of not building more muscle was even more outrageous to him, he had no choice but to suck it up. Still, he couldn't keep from thinking how nice it would be if he could just take it off at least at his job, like it always happened in pornos, and just prance about without risking his clothes suffering any more damages. While also bragging about his body, and convincing his fellow foremen to follow his example, giving him plenty of eye candy. It would also help with the heat.

Yet more tightness, but not the same as a moment before. And still, one he was far too familiar with. He shifted around a bit, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible while trying to move his boners into a more comfortable position. To think most guys had issues doing it with one, try having two dicks! Double the fun was only barely worth double the exposure risk. And while he did manage to slip them down his legs enough, he was well aware it was only a matter of time before they ended up jumping out of his pants or something, like they enjoyed doing all the time. Especially if he was surrounded by hunky dudes that more than once found their way into his less decent thoughts.

"Well, I need a bathroom now," he whispered while pulling his shirt's neck, looking around, careful to avoid the, again, deliciously built bodies around him.

"Andy! My man!" a heavy arm on his shoulders almost made him lose his balance and trip, but thanks to his panicked arms holding to something, he managed to retain his dignity. That is, until he realized said 'something' was the stout, strong stomach of the boar whose voice had served only as vague warning of the incoming assault, and whose powerfully built chest on top seemed to be magnetically attracting his hand. That tight tank could never hide those tits anyway, so why not a single grope? The boar was always asking for it anyway- And thinking about that was what made Andrew look up, at the wide grin behind the tusks and the pair of eyes refusing to steer away from his moving hand. "Looking for something?"

"Yes!" his hand quickly flew back. To hell with his horny, he would never give in to the perv! Where was the fun on giving him the satisfaction? But thinking that could do nothing for the blush setting on his cheeks, and never had he been so thankful for his coloration as he was in this moment. "I'm just looking for the toilets. To relieve myself."

"Eh? You mean jerk off?" the boar quickly deduced, and a still embarrassed Andrew looked away for a second; and indeed, he was a second too late to realize he paused instead of giving his usual answer of 'No, you just want me to on your face', giving the boar all he needed to know. "Well, well, well! Since you got twice the handful, how about you let me provide the extra hands you'll be needing?"

"I have enough hands as is! Thank you very much!" and before those words could be turned into yet another quip at his expense, he rushed towards the toilet that had magically appeared in his field of vision just in time for him to make a fool of himself. The speed with which he locked the door would make gamers all over the world jealous. "Good lord..."

Suddenly tired, he leaned on the very same door, eyes falling on the toilet seat in front of him before quickly diverting to literally anything else. Not like four arms and a rather exceptional wingspan left much room in the cramped cubicle to move. And not like either of those things did anything to reduce his libido; rather, his cocks started growing stiffer within his pants, reaching the point of discomfort as they somehow became aware of how close they were to finally be tended to. A bit of an embarrassed sigh left his lips as the two lower arms reached his pants, fingers hooking on the hem and pulling down, just enough for the two ebony obelisks to burst out, each one already crowned by a single pearly white drop of pre. His right hand, always more eager than its sibling, gently stroked the length all the way to the head, where his thumb pressed until more of that warm juice oozed out, coating and seeping through his fingers. A second sigh, this one dyed with pleasure, escaped him, and it was enough for the shier claw to join with his second member, repeating the process.

The pace had been set. His hands followed the movements mechanically, yet with the tenderness only a man could have on himself, squeezing the right places at the right moment, pre gushing out in short, delectable spurts that went almost immediately to cover his cocks in a shining layer of the hot fluid. It was enough to make anyone moan, and having predicted as much, his extra set of arms came in literally handy, as he bit his left knuckle to muffle himself. What would normally be a rich breath in his bedroom's privacy was little more than a stifled grunt when the outside could so easily hear his elated voice, but the hidden sounds mixing with the life going on behind the door, the sheer possibility of being discovered, only made his body grow hotter.

Taking his shirt off would help with the heat, he thought as much before. And that was when his last arm started moving by itself. Extra limbs meant extra brain power to control them all, so whenever he lost focus and gave into instinct and desire, his body tended to betray him and perform anything that would keep him on edge. Things like peeling off the tight, white fabric from his stomach, exposing his muscular torso and rubbing, feeling the abs underneath; the fingers touching the soft black scales of his underside, the claws trailing the lines made by his powerful muscles, were enough to make his teeth sink in further into his knuckle.

Buzzing reached his ears before he felt the vibration going on in his pocket, and had anyone been present to see him, the frown that formed on his face would've been enough to keep them away. His hands stopped moving, yet refused to abandon their spots until his left alone left his mouth and reached inside for the phone, picking the call without even bothering to check on the caller. Whoever it was, they would be dealt with swiftly.

"Yes?" he said in a tone gruff enough to express his exasperation at whatever unlucky sod was on the other side, but the cheerful tone he received in response showed immunity to his attempts.

"Hey, cuzzz!" the sibilant whistling from the opposite end was all it took to identify his dear cousin Jeremy as the speaker, the snake's golden-scaled body already forming in his head, coiled somewhere around his extensive tail, gigantic frame resting on top of his own body, a hand on the phone while the other lazily rubbed his prominent chest. Yes, that was definitely a natural position to casually hang around and talk with someone, and not an image generated by his hormone-riddled brain. "How are they hanging? Pretty ssstiffly, I bet."

"Har har, Jer," his reaction was an attempt to keep himself from flustering at the snake's almost inhuman precision, but when it only served to make him laugh even louder, he had to accept defeat. Either way, Jeremy didn't merit him stopping his personal time. Slowly, his hands started going back at his twin poles with smooth movements aided by the generous fountain of fluids, and his hand continued rubbing his chest, occasionally tweaking his nipples. Was it hard to keep his moans down while on the phone? Yes. But it riled him up too good to pass up the chance. "I'm at work right now, so make it quick."

"Ssso cold. You'll make my blood freezze," a grunt followed that supposedly funny remark and Andrew instantly assumed a change in position, making his earlier image seem all the more likely. "And here I wass, planning on taking my bro out for a couple drinkssssss! Take the man to a club and get him one hell of an assssss! You like thossse, don't you? Asssessssss."

"Like everyone," he had to swallow dry to keep a moan from escaping him, but his hands refused to stop; whether it was auto-pilot, or he was truly enjoying the thrill, he no longer cared. The sudden mention of booty was making his hips buckle forward every now and then. "If you want a wingman, you know I'm more than happy to go, bro. I know you could use some ass too."

"I could. A nicce sset of pecsss would come in handy too. Driving your cock between them," yet another swallow as the image started forming in Andrew's mind: some faceless hunk in bed, lying under his body, twin dicks pressed together between giant slabs of muscle, perfectly molded, firm, yet exquisitely soft. "And then go down, give them a good bite, play with the nipple, sssuckle it a bit while the cocksss- the cocksssss, man! -grind againsst one another, covering thesselvesss in pre," every single word that came out of his cousin's mouth only made him grow hotter, his stroking picking up in speed as he felt his balls start to jump in time with it, slapping his hands, making him bit his lower lip to keep the scream in his mouth. "By the way, I can tell from your breathing that you're jerking off."

"I'm not!" in a childish instinct to keep his cousin from being right, Andrew let go of his lengths. And immediately regretted it as the build-up receded and the pressure practically came crashing down on his crotch. A few seconds later he listened to his own rushed breathing, understanding Jeremy's words, and the still going howling on the line, evidence of the snake's fun at his expense. "I'm not jerking off. I'm actually very busy right now. Working! Shouldn't you be working too?"

"Day off," was the quick answer he barely listened to, too focused on his still throbbing cocks to care. Right now, he wanted nothing more than for this call to end so he could go back to enjoying some alone time. "Anyway, I'll pick you up at sssssi- no, make it sseven! You'll be needing it if you're too horny to wait home for a sstroke," a low growl was all the answer he was willing to give, but it had little effect. "By the way, the boar'ss cute. You should play with him."

The door burst open and out came a still very incensed Andrew, neck turning all over to find the slithery pervert of a cousin and give him a piece of his mind. If he was going to get teased, he might as well jump in on the fun and get his own hands on the snake anyway. After all, with all that meat, he was prime for some good punishment if he felt like it! But no matter where he looked at, he found nothing. Slowly, he remembered the boar in question, realizing how many times he had come up in their conversations and understood the coincidence he happened upon. Still not happy about it, what with his fun time ruined like that; might as well just get back to work, he thought. And just as he did, the very same boar he had been fuming about rushed towards him. Great.

"Dude!" he whispered loudly. How on Earth that worked, he was too bothered to figure out. But the boar's panicked expression started to garner his curiosity. "Man, I know you like bragging, but come on!"

"What?" he had no time for cryptic messages, but the boar's growing blush and more than occasional glances downwards gave him an idea that he begged to everything was wrong. But of course, it wasn't. Flapping out of his still very open zipper were his still very erect dicks, out in the open for everyone to see. And only now, as he registered the several piercing stares thrown in his direction, did he notice everyone was indeed seeing them. He clumsily tried stuffing them back inside his pants, zipping up when they finally gave in, not giving much thought to the fact that they were still hanging out of his underwear inside the fabric. He could go commando for a moment if it meant sparing himself further embarrassment. But the stares didn't stop. They wouldn't stop. "...Shit."

"Yeah, I don't think anyone's gonna take the flaming Adonis bragging his double dongs nicely, my dude," the boar chuckled, his eyes unable to tear themselves from the still pitching crotch until Andrew literally snapped his attention back up. "Right! Everyone's either jealous because you're packing like crazy twice, or they're thirsting after such monsters. Either way, someone's gonna jump on you sooner or later."

"Oh, yay..."

"Really? You struck me as the type," the boar snickered, but an unamused expression on the dragon's part was enough to make him stop. Eventually. "Tell you what, why don't you skip the rest of the day. I'll cover you with the boss man."

"Sounds like an idea," was his resigned cry as he walked past his workmate, trying his best not to react at the hungry eyes he just knew he kept shooting at them, instead letting them mix with the remaining glares he was getting on his way out. Never before had he wanted to reach his car so badly.

After what was easily the longest walk of his entire life, he locked the door and started the engine. Taking off would help; driving would distract him, ease his tent. All he had to do was focus on the road, not on the tall, muscular hunks on the sidewalk, carrying large gym bags and wearing fresh, tight clothes, muscles and arms about to burst them on the seams; and that was for the ones that didn't just walk around on their skimpy gym shorts, showing off those hard-earned glutes, the monstrous thighs that could easily crush his head if he asked nicely.

A grunt left his mouth again and he took a glance down, seeing one of his hands rubbing the still present tent in his pants. Yet another curse of having four arms, always having one free for the jerking, no matter what.

He remembered now, a couple months ago, when this one job had popped up, how he, along with several of his own homosexually inclined fellows, fought with tooth and nail to be included in the construction team simply because it was smack in the middle of the fabled 'Beef Square', that magic spot in the city were at least eight gyms converged close enough to one another for countless hunks to walk across the street, perfect for the foremen to have enough eye candy for days. And he remembered how he had been the main proponent of the idea. To think such a thing would eventually come to bite him in the ass. Or the dick, more likely. And to top it off, traffic, keeping him in place with nothing but insane amounts of sculpted ass and stacked pecs around him.

With his upper arms tightly holding the steering wheel, his lower ones had nothing to do but rest on his thighs, slowly trailing the erections inside his pants, one by one. His fingers twitched to complete the labor they had started mere minutes ago, and with a single layer of clothing keeping them apart from their prize, the sensations were hard to ignore. Claws started sinking into the wheel as he tried to retain his composure. Breath in, breath out... As long as he did as much, he would be able to get somewhere safe. No matter what kind of gigantic hunks appeared, like that wingless dragon with the tarps of a god, or the wolf that almost seemed like he was flaunting his bulge, or that bat with an ass that could even charm the devil...

He looked down. His own bulges were still there, obvious to him, but hidden to everyone outside. Unless you looked inside, there was no way to tell. He had two arms on the steering wheel, so it wouldn't look weird; an advantage of having four arms. In fact, the main reason to get them! He had them, so he might as well put them to good use, and with so many guys around him, who could blame him, really? There was no reason for him to worry. It was ok. No one would notice.

Slowly, his zipper went down, his eyes glued to the road. He didn't need to see; he felt the whip against his abs when his cocks jumped out of his pants. His hands were quick to grab them, but held them in place for a few seconds, thumbs gently pressing the lengths again, slowly pushing towards the heads. They were still slick, and the sound alone made Andrew shiver, yet his hands still headed up. A quick look down and he saw the shining beads of pre pushing out, prelude to the long dribble that followed, falling down and soaking his flesh into a warm embrace that only enhanced the sensations as he continued pulling on his skin. His head reared back; it would look normal, it would look like frustration to outsiders, not like the loud moan escaping his throat, or the lightning sensation coursing through his veins as he pushed his own body towards the edge, almost shaking, feeling-

"Hey, cuzzz!"

He flew for his dicks so fast that he hit his balls, and in the process of fighting the urge to puke, he ended up on top of his steering wheel, making the first of a chain of loud hunks across the long line of traffic. It took him around a full minute to recover, and only then did he look up at the snake outside his window, grinning brightly and waving at him. The golden scales and chocolate back, muscles brimming with pure power that could easily tear his shirt apart if he tried- had it been any other guy, Andrew would be swooning all over, he had no qualms admitting that. But when it came to Jeremy...

"Dude, are you ssserioussly jerking it in your car?" the way he could point that out loud so easily only made Andrew's heart jump to his throat, and in his desperation he almost hit his sack a second time while trying to shove it back in his underwear. The reptilian chuckles only garnered a grunt from him as he pulled the window down, and while they didn't stop, his cousin kept talking, throwing more salt on the wound. "Oh, don't ssstop on my behalf!"

"What are you doing here, Jer?" he screamed on top of the ongoing honks around them, feeling only slightly guilty over them. It was a lot easier to put the blame on the snake, who didn't seem to even notice them.

"I was understandably worried about my beloved cousin having a hard time at work over his horniness," you could practically taste the smug dripping off his words, "so I rushed here with every intention of giving him a helping hand. That is, before remembering hands are the one thing you're not lacking on."

"Wow! Extra hand jokes! Exactly as original as when we were seven!" his outburst only got laughter out of him, and he considered making him get inside before a quick look at the long, slithering tail reaching a couple feet down the sidewalk reminded him that cars, or anything other than going 'by foot' wasn't really suited for him. "So... What do you want? Other than tease me to hell and back, it seems."

"Don't act like you don't like it," thick, amber arms were crossed in front of an equally impressive chest, and the same beaming grin as before showered Andrew as he tried to muster the strength to deny his cousin's claims. He liked it, in theory, but the best part was teasing back. This? This was plain bullying. Yet, he couldn't complain because his own dicks would betray him again. "Why don't you park here?" the snake's words got his attention back. "I'll buy you lunch. The least I can do, right?"

He didn't trust a single word coming out of him. Stepping out of his car would mean even more endless teasing, and while he would normally not only be up to that, but more than willing to reply, his current state didn't leave much room for the coherent thought required. On the other hand, free food.

"I want a huge steak," he said, only to immediately regret it when the snake snorted. He pulled the window up to keep him from seeing the blush starting to form on his cheeks, just as the traffic started to recede, giving him enough space to pull over. Right outside of his door was the broad-shouldered reptile, tongue flickering and a glint in his eye that made Andrew know he would regret something later on, but that he couldn't really think about with his head in the clouds as it was.

The moment he stepped off, a heavy arm fell on his shoulders and his cousin pulled him close, a goofy grin hiding the dangerous intentions he most likely had. His gym routine proved successful when he slithered away, guiding the dragon's steps without much effort, passing by several of the same hunks he had been checking out just moments before. A few even greeted Jeremy on their way, while all he could do was look away and pray his tent didn't became noticeable again. Only thinking about it made it start throbbing, painfully noticeable, and he found himself walking in peculiar poses that only seemed to make his cousin giggle.

"Here! Let's eat here!" he pointed when a random café appeared around the corner, pulling the snake across the occupied tables, all the way to the back, not caring in the least about what chair or person the long, thick tail could take along the way. All that mattered was sitting down, away from prying eyes, where his bulge wouldn't be on the receiving end of accusatory fingers.

"You know, I wass hoping we could go somewhere better suited for my condition," he looked at the snake and realized the same tail he had been uncaring about before wasn't ideal for regular chairs but waved it while looking at the rest of the locale. A couple of tables closer to the exit were the only ones in use, leaving most of the space empty and giving them quite some privacy on their little dark corner; enough for him to cross his legs while his erections died out. "Isss it really that much of a problem?" the familiar whistling voice got his attention right when the snake turned a chair around, leaning on the back while his long tail coiled around the legs. Andrew stayed focused on it, knowing the sharp reptilian eyes were sizing him up, choosing the best next step to torture him a bit more. "You could jusssssssst... deal with it."

"...What?" it took a moment, but when the weight of those words finally hit him, he looked up at the behemoth of a man in front of him, the same playful glint as always in his eyes, while his tongue flickered again. "You mean, right here?" just the idea made him burn in shame and his voice lowered until almost imperceptible levels.

"Why not? You were going at it in your car, so it's clear you have a thing for it."

That was all the evidence he needed to remember how bad it was to look at those unblinking eyes. They could see... things in your face. So, his own went back to the ground, to the tail that had silently unfurled and slithered its way across the table, reaching his own chair... and now very close to his crotch, tip coiling around his tent and making the outline very obvious. Andrew's back went stiff in a second, wings sticking to it, just as a feline waitress came up to them, notepad in hand.

"A coffee for me will be enough. My dear coussin here..." Jeremy looked at the him, but he was too taken aback by his current position to speak. Hell, he could barely think! And to make matters worse, a good squeeze from the snake's tail almost got a 'meep' out of him, yet no words left his lips. If anything, his muscles grew even tenser. "Well, he wanted a big ssteak. Can that happen?"

"We... don't serve steak, we're a café..." she said with a meek tone, almost as if she felt sorry over it, looking at the dragon, almost as if she feared he would lash at her. Andrew wasn't even aware of what she had said.

"What terrible newsss. I ssupposse a coffee will do. Isss that fine with you, Andy?" he got no response yet again, until another squeeze got a nod out of him. The cat girl quickly nodded and skipped away, leaving Jeremy to lean forward, his eyes never leaving her petit figure. "Ssseemss like she didn't noticce. Or maybe she'ss too polite to point it out. Ah, by it I mean your bonerssssss," one more squeeze for good measure and Andrew couldn't take it anymore, leaping off his chair and rushing straight to the bathroom.

Door being locked, switch being flipped, zipper going down; all happened at the same time as each arm took one task, and the lower set quickly reached for his cocks. Forget the romance, the slow edging or the tender touches; the man needed his rocks off yesterday! His upper arm only served to bite his knuckles and keep the moans as quiet as possible, the furious breathing, the grunting, every single sound as the ebony towers of flesh were tended to, little drops of pre jumping all over, falling to the floor, on the sink, it didn't matter. All that mattered was how he could finally feel his climax reaching, the fluids coming close to his tips-

"Hey! Iss that your car being towed!?"

A trap. It was a trap, he knew it. It wasn't even a good trap, it was ridiculously obvious and practically yelled to be found out. But if he had the time to deduce all that, he wouldn't be in such a situation to begin with. Rather, his instant reaction was to reach for the door... and stop for a moment to stuff his dicks back in his pants, quickly buttoning with two arms while two more opened the door, and he ran towards the door, only to find...

"Ah, my bad," was all the snake could say for an apology, sipping his cup with a smug expression while the other one remained in the table, steaming, waiting for the dragon to take it. And just as he did, a loud thud filled the café, followed by a click from the bathroom door. "Oh yeah, that guy wasss waiting in front of the door. He had a nasssty indigessstion; I think he'll be in there for a while- Ah, Andy?"

That last bit was about Andrew bursting out of the café, eyes darting like crazy. Half his common sense told him to get as far from the snake as possible, unless he wanted his balls to explode; the other half was too preoccupied with the keeping his balls from exploding in the first place and made sure his body could feel the building pressure his libido caused in his crotch. He needed... He knew exactly what he needed. Suddenly, as he ran across the sidewalk, skillfully avoiding almost every passerby, except for the still present hunks on which he more than once faceplanted on, betrayed by his legs as well, the memory of one certain nearby establishment to which his co-workers had invited him more than once hit him. And damn, he wanted to be a bit classier than that, but he was in no position to complain, was he?

That's how he reached the darker alleys, the dirtier streets, until he was in front of a blatant strip club. The Family Jewels, according to the sign, along with a pair of neon light gems and a long ruby on top, arranged, yes, in that position. Talk about tacky. It was enough to make him stop in front of the entrance and seriously ask himself, was he going to be the kind of guy that went into a strip club at 2PM?

The pressure in his pants answered that for him. Once inside, just as he predicted, it was dark and quiet; the music was low, almost inexistent, and a single huge dude in a skimpy thong stood on stage, his junk shaking and swinging wildly, while other guys of similar build stood closer to what few patrons were around, giving lap dances or just plain chatting while rubbing their paying customers, yet slapping them away if they tried to get too handsy on their own. Most glaringly, however, were the few guys that slipped their hands inside their pants, not even caring to hide the stroking motions. One feathery dude, some sort of large bird, was bold enough to even pull his dick out, something Andrew would've derided him for had he not found himself too busy staring at that thick member for a few more seconds than he was willing to admit. He'd be damned if he ever reached that level; he wasn't that desperate. Yet... Precisely because he didn't want to become that desperate, he looked around until his eyes landed on a shark sitting behind a counter, next to the entrance, too busy with his phone to care about what was going on around him.

"Excuse me, hi, do you have... Private booths or something?" he asked, but the shark didn't bother to look up. A singe hand knocked on the wall, pointing at a piece of paper with a list of prices printed on, and a sigh escaped his lips. "Do you take credit cards?" and as soon as he said that, the shark's hand gestured forward. It only took a moment to pull it out, a swipe and, before he knew it, a large bull with a frame that could easily rival his cousin's walked up to him, his arm resting on his shoulder much like Jeremy's own. Talk about speedy service, although he hoped his own self-treatment wouldn't be over so fast.

He realized, as the massive, bodybuilder-like bovine guided him to the back, how much the snake popped up in his head. Of course, having been teased to the end of the world and back, it was natural for him to find his way inside his thoughts, tainting his every attempt at finally relieving himself. Even as he was led to a long hallway littered with doors, led to one of those rooms, where a single pole stood on the middle while a circular couch waited for him around it, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the large reptilian, and part of him even feared he would pop up out of nowhere.

All of those worries vanished when he sat on the couch, and the music started reaching his ears, slowly rising in intensity. An energic, powerful beat that the bull seemed more than excited to follow, hips already bucking the air as he held the pole behind him, turning around, ass shaking with the rhythm... Andrew found himself not giving much of a damn, too focused on simply admiring the body to care about the movements themselves. A second sigh left him, and he sank on the couch, upper arms resting on top while the lower ones reached for his crotch, fumbling with his belt for a moment until it all came off, and once again, his cocks jumped out, proud and already leaking. The bull raised an eyebrow and he felt strangely cocky, no pun intended, about how his extra package, and the substantial girth they both had, happened to be enough to get a guy of his line of work surprised.

Alone in their own little world, Andrew came to the realization that he had nothing to fear. It was a private booth, after all, so he had all the time he asked for, and damn, it was more than he needed anyway; all the time to reach low and stroke his lengths, get those sticky drops of pre to push out, trickling ropes to fall down the lengths until a moan, the first loud one of the day, now that he could finally give himself the luxury of letting it all out, escaped his lips. And imagine his surprise when he realized both members were still slick, still coated in his pre from all his previous attempts. How long had he been going around today, anyway? What seemed like hours of teasing had only been a couple minutes at most, but the pressure was enough to make him think he had never had the chance to relieve himself of this arousal.

A single look at the bull, pecs bouncing with the music, abs pressed against the pole while his manhood, tightly packed behind a thin cover of shining fabric and calling to him, were all he needed to take care of things. At long last, after a long day of torture and unwanted edging, he found the light at the end of the tunnel. And after he said he hoped it wouldn't end too soon; to hell with that! It had taken too long already! Finally, he could feel it, the day's build up slowly reaching it's tipping point, the juices approaching the throbbing tip, threatening to jet out, like freaking twin geysers-

Until the door crashed open.

"There you are!" Jeremy yelled as he slithered inside. Andrew's first reaction was to cover his cocks with all four hands, but that only got a laugh out of the snake as he coiled around the couch, ending right next to him as his tail pushed the door closed. The bull didn't bat an eye through it all. "You ssscared me, running away like that, but I sssee you were too eager to get bussy, huh?"

"Like you really give a damn! How did you even know I was here!?"

"I jussst assked up front for a guy with four armsss. You're not inconsspicuousss in the least," curse this wretched anatomy. As if today hadn't already proven why having twice the libido was bad. But of course, Jeremy was now too focused on the show in front of them to keep paying attention to his cousin's woes. "But damn, you got great tassste, cousssin. Man, I feel like I should take thiss chanccce and make up for all the shit I've made you go through today," and as he said this, he pulled out his wallet.

"Don't you fucking dare."

But of course, he dared. A couple bills shaken in front of him, and the bull stepped up, letting the large reptilian hands slip them inside his thong. It was all the incitement he needed to let his arms fall on the dragon's shoulder, legs climbing the couch while the snake pulled all four arms away from his cousin's crotch, and the powerful glutes slowly coming down, rubbing against the exposed dicks, grinding them, squeezing them together as his ass danced with the music, growing harder with every motion. Andrew gritted his teeth, holding back the powerful moan that threatened to leave his mouth, as his claws slowly sank into the couch, unable to move them with the snake's powerful arms holding him in place. His toes curled as the pressure kept building up, yet he kept pulling back, even clenching his ass to keep his cocks in place.

"Oh wait, you can't cum if the ssstrippersss are touching you, right? I think it'ss ssomewhere in their rulesss," Jeremy's tone was as innocent as a hulking beast of muscle could get, but the grin betrayed a surprisingly demonic intention that almost made Andrew jump back.

"Ok, enough! Enough! Get off!" he thrashed as furiously as he possibly could in his constricted state until the bull got off him, cocks stiff and covered in enough pre to slip inside him together in a single thrust. Just thinking about that muscular ass expanding from his twin members pushing together was enough to get even more juice out of them, and watching the dude poke at his now wet hole while his massive pecs and sculpted abs were in front of him was definitely not helping. "Please, just leave. I'm begging you, just leave."

Who exactly that was meant for, no one was sure, but the bull was the one to take it, as he stepped outside, giving the two men their privacy.

"Why are you doing this to me!?" Andrew bawled, almost on the verge of tears as his cocks continued to painfully throb, demanding his attention. All he could do, however, was stare at his cousin in pain and hope he would at least get a reason. "Why!?"

"Fun."

"You're Satan. You're a sibilant devil. You're literally the snake from the garden of Eden," that last one got the hollering on, and the dragon tried to get up, only for a pair of thick arms to grab and pull him back down on a tight hug.

"Come on now, man. Jusst a bit of healthy teasssing. Nothing wrong with that," he finished with a playful tongue flicker on his cheek that he only half-heartedly tried to steer away from. "You know what? I'm done. Go ahead, do it."

"...I can't do it with you here."

"I'm ssorry, what?" Jeremy blinked in surprise. Andrew didn't even know he had eyelids. "I clearly remember all thosse high ssschool dayss we would jerk it while watching porn together. I've already ssseen how far you can shoot."

"It's different if I'm the only one doing it!" he kept yelling, but if anything, the tension seemed to be leaving his shoulders as he finally sank back into the hug. One thing he always had to commend his cousin on was how developed his chest was, to the point that he grew jealous of it growing up, watching the snake bulk up consistently while he was often stuck with a slightly slimmer physique. He had two sets, but Jeremy's were always the perfect pillows.

It didn't take long before the thick arms that had been holding him in place started trailing down, playfully rubbing his chest and abs through the shirt, yet never stopping until they approached the crotch, soft black scales meeting with the amber hands. A single sigh left his lips as they held the tall obelisks, gently stroking, causing trickles of warm pre to fall and coat them in a thick layer much like his own fingers had a few minutes before. He could feel his body tremble, the day's arousal finally coming to a clash as the tender, yet firm touch pushed him to the edge in a matter of seconds. Already, the seed boiled inside his body, and he could feel it starting to rise as the strokes picked up in strength and speed. The intensity alone was enough to drive him mad, and is body started growing hotter by the second.

Finally, finally! He felt his body shake and his balls contract as his cocks shot long ropes of hot cum in unison, going as far as the pole in front of them, quickly drawing lines on the floor between them. And because one wasn't enough, they each kept shooting, practically taking turns as they continued to be stroked, squeezed by those expert fingers, thumbs pressing his heads to get more and more jizz out of him. A low moan escaped him, his back arching and his hips bucking, trying his best to fuck those exquisite hands and get more of his seed out.

And just as soon as it had started, it ended. A couple more shots, each one barely reaching half as far as the last, until he was left with nothing but a mere trickle falling on his cousin's hands. He fell back on his chest, breathing shallow as he fought the afterglow's call to fall asleep. The low rumble from Jeremy's chuckle were enough to keep him awake, more out of smug pride than anything, and while he looked at his shots with vague interests, he quickly felt the need to look away.

"Fuck... Getting jerked off in a strip club, by my cousin of all people. Is that seriously the kind of guy I am?" he said with his usual nature slowly returning as the desperation of the day dissipated, staring at his cock, still tightly held by the snake, refusing to go down. If anything, they started to throb even harder than before... He looked back at his cousin, a knowing grin on his lips, and considered his next move for a moment. "...Wanna go to my place for round 2?"

"Fuck yeah."