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A huge yawn escapes my mouth as I stretch and try to wake myself up. A pain in my butt stops the stretch and clears my mind of the fog of sleep. Not only does my butt hurt, but I'm covered in sweat. The dim red glow of the sunlight passing through the wings above me immediately reminds me of last night, and where I am. I tilt my head up and see the dragon awake, staring back at me. "Here I thought you were a good dragon." He gives me a puzzled look, so I continue, "I'm roasting and covered in sweat. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to cook me." He practically rolls his eyes at me as he removes his wings from on top of me.

"If I were going to eat you, I would not bother cooking you first. I must admit you do look rather delicious." His long tongue comes out his mouth and licks my face, leaving behind a trail of saliva. "Just as I thought, you taste delicious." He gives me a wink, and I can't help but blush a little. Once more his tongue snakes out of his mouth, "if you would like I could give you a bath. I would make sure to get every crack and crevasse." His speech is a little slurred from his tongue being out, but I can still tell from his tone he wants more than just to lick me clean.

"As much as I like that, I think getting covered in your salvia would just make me feel even hotter. Not to mention all that licking might lead to a repeat of last night, and my butt is not ready for round two." His tongue goes back into his mouth, and I can't tell for sure, but he looks a little disappointed.

He looks away and says, "warmth is good for sore muscles so my saliva might do you some good."

"So I was right! You are one horny dragon." The corner of his mouth turns up a little at that.

"Remember that this was the first time for both of us. For you, it was only a couple decades, but for me, I have waited centuries. Can you fault me for wanting more, for wanting more of you?"

My cheeks feel like they're on fire, so I bury my face in his pecs to get away from his lustful gaze. "Here I was teasing you, but now I'm the jerk. Sorry, I'm not very durable. I would love to go again, but I really am quite sore," I mumble into his pecs.

He strokes the back of my head, "do not worry, I have waited this long, I can wait a little longer."

Feeling relieved by his words, I stretch out my limbs and try to hug him as best as I can. Turning my head sideways, I lay my head on his pecs like they're pillows. Never have I felt more comfortable or relaxed than right now. The warmth from his body and the stroking of my head almost puts me back to sleep, that is until I feel his other hand on my butt. He must have licked his finger, as I feel warm wetness rubbed against my hole. He continues to rub his large finger back and forth, pressing against my entrance, gently stretching it out. "You're right, that does feel good." He continues until the saliva begins to dry up. When he removes his hand, I watch him bring his finger to his snout and sniff deeply, letting out an uneven sigh. He opens his mouth and coils his tongue around his finger, quickly licking all my sweat off and recoating his finger with spit.

"I must say it again. You taste absolutely wonderful, but I must stop before he gets ahead of me." He makes a nodding motion with his head, indicating something behind me.

Looking behind me, I spot who "he" is. The tip of his dick has emerged from his slit and is already leaking precum everywhere. "You sure can make a mess in a hurry. Since you got a taste of me, mind if I have a taste of you?" Looking back, I see him nod his head in approval. I turn around and face his dick. I straddle his chest, making sure he has a good view of my butt and hole. The tease works as precum begins to flow faster from his dick. Copying him, I rub my fingers in the pre and take a big whiff. The strong scent of marshmallows and vanilla once again fills my nose. Maybe because I was hard last time I didn't notice, but this time the scent seems to be intoxicating, turning me on and making me rock hard almost instantly. Quickly, I lick my fingers clean and begin to hungrily lick all the pre around his dick. Somehow I manage to control myself enough to not just start sucking it straight from his dick. He puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me away from his dick.

"It seems you feel quite the same about me and how I taste, although you have a bit more trouble controlling it."

I look back up at him, almost panting, "I'd say. No wonder you had such a hard time controlling yourself the first time. If you hadn't pulled me away, I'd probably be jacking off and sucking your dick as if my life depended on it." It takes me a couple moments to realize what I just said, and when I do, I can't help but laugh at the image it creates in my head. With a smile still on my face, I lay back down on the dragon. "You are just so comfy. My bed is going to feel awful in comparison."

"I certainly enjoy having you sleep on me, so you do not have to worry about that. You can use me as your bed whenever you like..."

I push myself up, swing my legs off his side and slide off. The cool, soft grass feels nice on my feet. Stretching once again, I make my way to the edge of the clearing.

"...Or not," he says, with his brow furrowed in confusion.

His expression makes me laugh. "I was very comfortable. It's your fault I have to get up. You filled me with so much fluid last night, I'm surprised I didn't have to go sooner." He gets up and follows me to the edge of the clearing. My dick is still fairly hard from his precum so it takes a while before anything comes out, and I'm a little pee shy with the dragon standing right beside me. When I finally start urinating, the dragon's dick emerges from his slit, curves downward and releases a powerful stream.

Now that I'm looking, I realize it's light out so I can make out the details of his body better. All the black parts of his body are closer to dark charcoal and his scales are a beautiful sapphire blue, that almost sparkle in the sunlight. Coming out from the back of his jaw under his long ears are two short horns, and at the other end, his chin comes down to a rounded point, which makes it look like he has a goatee. From the side, I can see how thick and massive his chest is, and how thin it gets at the waist. I can't be sure, but his waist seems almost as thin as mine. He doesn't have huge bulging muscles, instead, his muscles seem very toned and have a subtler definition to them. Even though his muscles aren't bulging, there's no way I could fit both hands around his biceps, let alone his thighs. Suddenly he moves his arm and flexes his bicep, and his thick arm gets even thicker. Looking up at him, I see a little grin on his face. He must have caught me checking him out. Well, I'm not going to pass up this opportunity, I think to myself. Reaching out I grab his arm and try to squeeze it as hard as I can, but it only budges the tiniest bit. "Your muscles are like stone!"

"I would say they are closer to iron."

"Because iron is malleable while stone isn't?"

"That is one reason, but the other is that they are literally metal, well, not entirely of course. My body has an extremely high metal content, that is why my horns, teeth, claws, and the rest of my bones are so dark."

"So instead of calcium, your body uses stronger metals. Your tongue and dick are both light grey, so that must mean your blood and the rest of your muscles are dark too right?"

He pauses for a moment to think, "the rest of my muscles are likely to be dark, although I have never seen them nor do I want to, as for my blood, it is dark."

We stop talking, but he continues to flex all his muscles. His abs in particular shine in the sunlight. I realize that my sweat is what's making his abs glisten like that. "Do dragons sweat?"

He stops flexing and says, "not exactly. Dragons do not get hot or cold as humans do, so we do not need to sweat or shiver. Dragons do excrete something close to oil from between our scales. The oil helps to keep our scales healthy and flexible, so they do not break under impact. Just like in humans the oil from my armpits has pheromones and has an actual scent."

He lifts up his arm to show me his armpit, there's no hair, just like the rest of his body. Since I can't see anything and I've finished peeing a while ago, I decide to get closer and smell for myself. Burying my face into his pit, I take a deep breath of his musk. The scent is a strong aroma of smoke and meat, with an acrid undertone of something like vinegar. He pushes my head further into his pit, and instead of just smelling, I give it a lick. His pit has a not unpleasant sour earthy taste. His hand is still on the back of my head, so I continue sniffing and licking. Just after a few licks, the taste is all but gone, but the wonderful smoky meat smell is still there, making me a bit hungry. He eventually releases my head, and the fresh forest air fills my lungs. "This might sound strange, but I prefer your scent over that of the forest."

"Not at all, I take that as a compliment. If you ever want to taste or smell any part of me, you are more than welcome to."

Thinking about what other smells and tastes he might have to offer, I realize he is still peeing after all this time, although not as powerful. "I can't believe you are still going! I know you're big, but it seems like your bladder makes up most of your body. Maybe that explains why you have such a big belly when you're small."

"Making fun of me when I was little, how mean," he crosses his arms and turns his head away with a little smirk on his face.

"I'm not making fun, I think you look very cute when you're small. You definitely don't have a big belly anymore," I say as I rub his completely flat abs.

"You actually are not that far off about me being mostly bladder. I have a fuel bladder for my fire, two stomachs if you want to count those, a regular urine bladder, and a sperm bladder."

"Wow, that's really interesting that despite us both being humanoid, there are so many differences between us."

"Another difference you may not have noticed since you never saw me from behind, is that I do not have a butt as humans do."

Walking behind him, I see what he means. His torso continues, not into his legs, but into his thick tail, which slowly narrows to a point. The legs are attached to the tail and don't have big glutes like a human does, although that doesn't stop me from grabbing them and giving them a squeeze. "You're right, I didn't notice. It does make sense when I think about it, considering how similar you are to a reptile. This is a bit of a rude question, but where do the... solids come out."

"It all comes out of my cloaca."

"I have no idea what that is. It's times like these I curse my village's 'library' and its meager collection of books."

"Do not worry, I will show you once I am done," he lets out a sigh, and the stream becomes as powerful as it was at the beginning. He has made quite the large pool on the forest floor but the splashing eventually stops after a couple more seconds. He gives his dick a hands-free shake and it returns back into his slit. He turns to me, "come have a look, do not be afraid to touch."

Moving closer, I kneel down and place my hand on the raised section of his crotch where his slit is. With both my hands I try and spread the slit apart, but just like his muscles, it won't budge. As I remove my hands, his slit opens up revealing two holes, the larger one being above the smaller. I touch the light grey skin surrounding the darker holes, and it feels just like human skin. The bottom hole looks just like an anus, which I assume is what it is, although it's raised a little, giving it a bit of a donut look. The top hole is almost as wide as the entire slit, which it would have to be to fit his thick dick. Due to its size, the top hole has deeper and longer folds. I run my fingers along the folds, which elicits a shiver out of him. "Here I thought you said dragons don't shiver," I tease. "Speaking of holes, do you still have my lantern stone in there?"

"I do, but you will have to help me get it out. It will be a much easier task for your smaller fingers than if I were to use my own. If you are worried about dirtiness, you do not have to be. As I said earlier, I have two stomachs, so I can eat pretty much anything and almost nothing makes it past both. If anything does make it to the end, it is usually inorganic and clean from the acid."

I hold up a couple fingers for him to lick, but he covers my entire hand and part of my arm with saliva. Trying to make my hand as small as possible, I press my fingers against his entrance. With the saliva coating, my hand begins to go in, despite the tightness. Continuing to push against his hole, my hand keeps going deeper until I reach the largest part of my hand. Looking up at him, his eyes are lidded and his mouth is hanging open. The tip of his dick is poking out of the larger hole and a low growling escapes his mouth. Well, he's purring like a kitten or a dragon in this case. I don't think I have to worry about hurting him. Continuing to push, my entire hand is now inside him. My arm goes deeper and deeper until my fingers touch something hard. Straining against his extremely tight insides, I open my hand as wide as possible to grab the stone. Pushing a bit further in, my fingers curl around the stone, and I begin to pull out. My hand has made a fist around the stone, so I have to yank my hand hard to get it out. As my fist leaves his insides, he lets out a loud growl and a jet of pre shoots from his dick. Opening my hand, I see the familiar green of my lantern stone. "Thank you for keeping it safe," my voice snaps him out of his pleasure induced trance. "It looks like you enjoyed yourself and the circulation is returning to my fingers, so everything worked out," I shake my hand to further tease him about his tightness.

"Since you have loosened me up and you are already naked, would you like to have your way with me?" he says in a low sultry voice.

The thought of topping the big dragon makes my cheeks burn red. "I don't know if I'm ready for that. I wouldn't want to disappoint you, especially after your performance last night." I sigh in defeat, "I shouldn't tease you, you are way better at it."

"I am not teasing you. I am being serious. I will never force you to do something you do not want. Confidence does come with practice though and you do not have to worry about disappointing me."

Those heartfelt words bring tears to my eyes. Turning away and quickly wiping my tears away, I try to change the subject, "how did you find my lantern stone?"

He puts his hand on my head and ruffles my hair. "Since I was running out of time, I was forced to find someone to help me. I did not want to get too close to the village, but thankfully I did not have too. I caught your scent and followed it into the forest, where I eventually saw the glow of your stone."

"You must have a really good sense of smell to pick up my trail after so many hours."

The corner of his mouth curves up into a grin. "I do have an amazing sense of smell, but if it were not for this, I would probably not have noticed," he says pointing to the puddle in front of me.

The realization hits me. "After I finished peeing, I was kind of fooling around. All that movement must have caused the vessel to finally break. Thank you for bringing it to me." He moves his hand from the top of my head down to the side. A fuzzy feeling flows into me as I lean my head into his big warm hand.

"You are very welcome. If I had known about the flowers, I might have left the stone. The main reason I brought it was to try and make the situation as easy for you as possible. Most humans do not like meeting monsters in the dark, although you are an exception."

"There are lots of things out there that I wouldn't want to find in a dark forest, so I think you are the exception," I say as I smile up at him. He pulls me into a big bear hug, and I'm more than happy to return it. With our height difference my face lines up almost perfectly with his pecs, which I can't help but bury my face into again. "I'm glad you grew as big as you did last night, it makes snuggling with your pecs so easy." A thought suddenly comes to me, "speaking of growing, can you grow bigger and what's your max size?"

"Before I started shrinking, I was close to thirteen feet, and that is the largest size I can become. For the sake of your butt, it might be wise if I stay this size."

"You rhymed," I say as I hide my blushing face in his pecs again.

He lets out a quick laugh, "If you would like, you can lay on me again."

I sigh, "I'd love too, but I do think it is time I got home. People come to my house fairly regularly for odd jobs and it wouldn't take long for the entire village to know I wasn't there. The last thing I'd want is to get asked a million questions or for someone to find the clearing." Reluctantly I disengage from the hug and look up at him. "I was wondering when or if I could see y-- "

"How do you think my growth works?" he asks before I could finish speaking.

It takes me a couple seconds to recover from his interruption and think of an answer. "When we had sex you got bigger, right? I'm guessing there's more to it."

"You are correct. As you probably noticed, I did more than just get bigger, I aged. When dragons hatch from an egg they age and grow like normal. Just under one hundred years, a dragon reaches peak growth and stays like that for a couple centuries. After that, instead of getting older, they grow younger. If nothing is done then they will eventually get so young that they can no longer care for themselves, and will die."

Even after he's done speaking, it takes me a while to come up with a response. "I didn't realize your situation was so dire. Here I thought you just needed someone to take care of you, which I suppose you did, just not the way I thought. Having sex gives you more life? Does that mean you're immortal?"

With a grim look on his face, he says, "yes, it does mean I can live forever, but the sex is just a side-effect. Only a connection through an orifice needs to be made to cause the growth. The process usually results in sex due to the sexual nature of the connection and the intense pleasure from growing." He takes a deep breath and continues, "you know how it feels when you really have to pee, well imagine that in reverse, but instead of fluid, I am letting your lifeforce flow into me."

"That makes sense," I say calmly. "Even though it looks like you're getting older, you're actually getting younger, so taking my life and adding on to yours makes perfect sense."

He just stares at me for a few moments before taking another deep breath. "Now that you understand what it costs to be with me, I am going to give you some time to think. I want you to decide how much of your life you are willing to give to me. Perhaps a better way to word it is how much time would you reduce your life if it meant spending it with me."

How long do I want to live? I want to live as long as I can, but how much of my life is this dragon worth to me? A long life without him, or a shorter one together. These and many more thoughts go through my head. "How long would I live if I spent the rest of my life with you?"

He shakes his head. "If I were to tell you, then that would pressure you or influence your decision too much. If the number is lower than you want, I do not want you to compromise and make your number lower to match."

"Does it really matter how much?"

"Yes, it does. The number you tell me is a reflection of how much you value your life in comparison to mine. The only way I will allow us to be together is if the number you choose is close to the actual time you would have left."

"I didn't think you'd say no to free life," I say with a furrowed brow. "If I say something too low, you don't want me thinking so little of myself and throwing my life away?" He nods his head. "If I'm telling the truth and I say a number that's too high, then I wouldn't want to be in that relationship even if you'd let me." He pulls me into a hug and rests his head on top of mine.

"I will be back in a month to hear your choice. If you try and lie about the amount, I will not be happy," he gives my butt a smack as he says this and stops hugging me. "No matter the outcome you are still my mate for life."

Shocked at what he just said, I quickly lift my head to look at him but see no one standing there. Looking all around the clearing I see no sign of him, no flattened grass, no broken branches. I guess he could have flown away, but I didn't feel any wind from those massive wings. I wish he would have at least let me give him a proper goodbye, although I might not have let him go.

It takes me a while to collect all my stuff with how sore my butt is. Before I put my clothes on, I make sure to put the lantern stone in the basket to make sure I don't lose it again. Now that I'm fully clothed, I begin to make my way through the forest. I should be concentrating on finding my way back, but I can't help but get lost in thought about what I just learned and what I have to decide.

It doesn't seem like it's been very long, so seeing my house surprises me. I really wasn't paying attention. I should be glad that I even made it back. The door sticks as it always does, but instead of being annoyed I just head to the closest kitchen table chair and plop myself down. Just as my body is sinking into the chair a series of knocks come from the front door. With a deep sigh, I pick myself up off the chair and go answer the door. I open the door, but before I can see who it is, I'm pulled into a tight hug.

Once again, I find my face shoved into a large set of pecs, but these ones are very hairy and sweaty. Accompanying the sweat is an overpowering male musk, which instantly starts making me hard. Unlike the dragon, this smell is very much human and I know who it must belong to. "Hi Hayder," I say, face still buried in his hairy, sweaty pecs.

"Hello Zhordon!" he says, pulling me away and holding me at arm's length, checking me over. "I was waiting for you outside, but you must not have noticed me sitting there." His ever-present smile grows and beams down at me. Again, he pulls me close, but this time he begins to sniff me. "You smell..." I tense and hope he can't smell the dragon on me. "...really musky, and like the forest, well, more than usual."

I sigh and say, "I had to spend the night in the forest since I had lost my lantern stone on my walk." Once again, I make my way to the pulled-out chair and sit down. Absentmindedly, I lick my lips and taste something salty. Realizing that it's Hayder's sweat I'm tasting, I lift my shirt up and try to wipe his sweat from my face. "You are one to talk about smelling musky," I wave my hand back and forth in front of my face.

"Is it really that strong?" he asks with a hint of pride in his voice.

"Yes, it's quite strong. I'm sure you're the muskiest guy in the village, much to everyone's chagrin, although I kind of like it. Still, you really should bathe more often for everyone else's sake."

"Well if you like it Zhordon, I'm definitely not going to bathe now," his booming laugh fills the house, and I can't help but laugh a little as well.

The man laughing in front of me is Hayder, a Hunter, one of the many living in the village. The other Hunters seldom speak and usually walk around with a grim expression on their faces, in this sense, Hayder couldn't be more different. He's practically a walking ray of sunshine, talking to everyone he meets and constantly laughing. Something he does share with the other Hunters is his physique. All the Hunters look like they could tear you apart, but Hayder is the biggest among them. He's around eight feet, so he's smaller than the dragon by a few inches, but his muscles are much beefier and his body is wider, giving him a slightly stocky look. A lot of his body is covered with medium brown hair, but on his chest is where it's the thickest, with his skin barely visible beneath the hair. The thick hair continues down the middle of his abs and ends in a large tuft of hair above his dick. He used to have a large thick beard, but one day he heard that I don't like beards and he cut it almost down to stubble the next day. His clothing is the most outrageous I've ever seen, especially for a Hunter, who are usually well covered. His tight black pants only cover his thighs, and have a large opening for his crotch and don't cover his butt at all. The only thing covering his junk is a small, discolored white thong that can barely contain his massive melon sized bulge. The thong is so small that you can see part of his balls from the sides and the base of his dick from the top, with hair sticking out on all sides. Covering his chest are two wide black strips that form an "X". Holding the strips together is a gold, diamond-shaped metal piece, which has jagged rocks emerging from the ground engraved on it. His last piece of "clothing" is a black headband with two little white horns pointing up. Although he has an amazing body, his skin is what I find most beautiful. Everyone in the village has tanned light brown skin, and the other Hunters have paler skin, but not Hayder. His skin is a beautiful blend of red and brown, reminding me of dark copper and since he doesn't bathe too often, his skin almost always looks like it's oiled up, giving it a polished look.

I continue to admire his body when I hear him clear his throat. Looking up at him, a large smirk spreads across his face.

"Like what you see?" he asks, as he adjusts his huge package and flexes slightly.

Although I really like what I see, I wouldn't say anything or he'd never stop teasing me about it. "It's just that I can't believe you'd wear clothing like that. It doesn't even cover your butt."

"That's where you're wrong though." He turns around and points at a small triangular piece of cloth that makes up the back of his thong. The triangle sits perfectly in the curve of his hairy, muscular butt cheeks.

"That tiny piece of cloth doesn't cover anything, you just wanted to show off your butt. If I'm being honest though, I do wish I looked more like you." I hope he's happy because that's the only flattery he's getting from me.

He does seem happy, as a big grin is plastered on his face. "Why didn't you say something sooner?! I'd love to help you get big and strong. Once I'm done with you, you'll make an excellent wrestling partner!"

Having his sweaty muscular body all over me doesn't sound too bad, although I'm sure he'd take it seriously, which might not be such a bad thing either. I try and push the lewd thoughts away so I can answer his question. "I was fairly happy with my body, but I've met someone, and I want to look my best for them."

His large smile turns into a sly grin with a raised eyebrow. "I understand now. Had to spend the night in the woods because you lost your lantern stone, yet there it sits in your basket. If you wanted to spend the night alone with your new friend, that's all you had to say." He lets out a few deep laughs and continues, "no wonder you were walking so funny coming out of the woods. You must have had quite the night! I must say I'm a little jealous!" He lets out more of his deep rumbling laughs, that seem to fill the entire house.

My cheeks feel like they're on fire, but despite my embarrassment I manage to collect myself, "it wasn't like that! Well, not entirely, but the part about my lantern stone is true. I didn't go out into the forest for... that. It was a coincidence that we met out there."

"Okay, okay, I believe you, but you don't need to feel so embarrassed, such things are completely natural. I'm happy that you found someone who will treat you right," he says with a quick wink. "I'd love to hear all the messy details. Maybe we could give each other pointers?"

The thought of Hayder describing the sex he's had turns me on, but there's no way I could do the same. Despite our closeness, if he were to find out about the dragon, I'm not sure what he'd do, and I don't want to risk any harm coming to either of them. "I'll think about it, but I doubt there's anything I could teach you."

"On that, you are very wrong, but we can talk about that later. How long do I have to get you into shape?" he says, crossing his arms and looking at me seriously.

"I'm going to meet him on the next new moon," and depending on how things turn out, it might be my last time.

He strokes his chin and thinks for a few moments before speaking, "you won't be as big as me, but that will be enough time for some decent progress as long as we start now."

"I was hoping to bathe first, but my day was just a couple days ago." Everyone, including myself, all use the public bathing house. Those who sign up get assigned two days and a time when they can bathe. The only person who has their own personal bathing room is the mayor since he has servants to keep the water an even temperature.

"That is a great idea! It's best to start something like this with a clean body and a clean mind. Due to my Hunter status, I can bathe whenever I want, so you're in luck. Our minds though, that will be harder, but not the hardest part." He adjusts his bulge again and winks at me.

I can't help but rolls my eyes and smile. "You seem pretty eager to bathe now. Why the change of heart?"

He leans in so close that our noses are almost touching, and whispers, "I'll be bathing with you, how could I say no to that?"

The closeness and heat from his breath cause a stirring in my crotch. I'd only have to move a little bit forward and our lips would touch. I lean in closer, but I turn my head away at the last moment and put my hand on his chest and push him away. "You're so shameless." I thought he'd laugh at that, but he remains quiet. "I'm going to go grab a fresh set of clothes and my soap," I say walking away, trying to get away from the awkward situation I created.

I've already entered my room on the second floor and gotten a towel and clean shirt before he calls up to me, "I'll go grab some clothes and meet you at the bathing house."

The front door opens and closes before I could say anything. He teases me a lot, and I tease him back, but he's never reacted that way before. Maybe he realized it wasn't a real tease, and I was really going to kiss him. I pick out my remaining clothes and grab the small wooden bowl containing my bar of soap. He could have easily kissed me, and I did just tell him I met someone, so maybe he was testing my faithfulness? In any case, he's right about cleaning our minds. It only takes a few seconds before I'm downstairs and out the front door.

Only a couple of minutes walking down the road and the first house appears, signaling the edge of the village. The bathing house is located just east of the busy village square, but I somehow manage not to see a single person on my way. The lack of people is definitely a blessing, as there are quite a few people who'd talk to me for at least an hour before even thinking of letting me go.

The wide wooden building sits before me. Sliding the large wooden door open, I see Hayder splayed out one of the benches in the waiting room. Although he lives to the north and I to the east, we are about the same distance from the bathing House. Seeing him laying there, legs wide open and pretending to sleep, means he must have run most of the way. It seems like he's acting like normal. "Okay big guy, time to get up. Sorry for keeping you so long." His right eye pops open and a smile appears on his face.

"I'm surprised moss didn't grow on me waiting for you, but apology accepted," he says getting up from the bench.

As he stands, he stretches his arms above his head, revealing his hairy pits and touching the ceiling despite how high it is. He lowers his arms, puts one around my shoulder, and pulls me in close. Due to our difference in height, my face is almost right beside his pit, so it's hard not to smell his strong musk. As we walk to the front desk I can't help but take a huge whiff of his pit and let his manly smell fill my lungs. The strong smell makes me hard in moments, but I don't care, so I continue taking in lungful after lungful of his scent.

Hayder whispers in my ear, "You can have more of me later, but I think it's time I call him so he can get the water going."

Not sure how long we've been standing at the desk, I pull away from him and nod my head.

"Hey! Anyone there?! Can I get some water or what?!" he yells loud enough for it to hurt my ears a bit. The owner, a tall, quiet man, walks in from the back where his connected house is. "There you are! Zhordon and I will be showering together, so just make it a large one."

The owner looks over at me and gives me a questioning look. I just raise my hands in the air, giving him a what-can-you-do look. He walks behind the desk and disappears into the hallway, while both of us head to the male changeroom. Inside the changeroom are wooden shelves built into the wall with a small bench underneath them. The shelves and bench are mirrored on the opposite wall. I turn around and set my clean clothes and towel on one level of the shelf, take off my dirty clothes, and set those and the bowl on the bottom shelf. Turning around to sit on the bench, I make sure to cover my junk with my hands. Hayder, who's sitting across from me, is still wearing his horned headband and has his legs spread open as wide as he can. The thought of seeing his huge junk dangling between his legs is very tempting, but I decide I've been bad enough, so I just close my eyes and tilt my head back.

The smell of the wet, mossy stone floor and the damp wood is almost strong enough to mask Hayder's scent. The smell is very similar to the forest after rain, but the sounds in here are of pouring water and the gentle crackling of a fire. It's not too long before the little bell in the changeroom rings, letting us know the water is ready. I grab my bowl and Hayder leads the way to the stall, surprising me by not teasing about covering my junk or not peeking at his.

The stalls are quite large, having enough room for both a stone tub and a shower area. Hayder stands with his back to me and says, "make sure you stay close. Wouldn't want you getting cold." He pulls the higher-up chain and the water begins to run into the large wooden bowl above us. Water begins pouring over Hayder from the many holes that were precisely made to match the rate of the water flowing in.

Hayder quickly rinses off first and then moves out of the way to let me go. The water is always the perfect temperature and feels amazing running down my body. Both sweat and aches seem to just wash away in the warmth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hayder struggling to reach all of his back with the soap. "Here, let me help you Mister Muscles," I say, as I grab the bar from his hands. Instead of just getting his upper-back, I decide to be nice and lather down his entire back. I stop just before his butt and reach around, handing the soap back to him. While he lathers his arms, I quickly rub down his back, trying to make sure all the built-up sweat and oil comes off.

Once I'm done cleaning his back, I return to rinsing myself off but continue watching him. Guessing from where his hands were, he's finished lathering his junk and has moved on to his large muscular butt. It doesn't take him long to cover his butt cheeks with soap before he moves on to his crack. Perhaps he knows I'm watching, as he's giving a little too much attention to between his cheeks. His fingers continue to massage deep, deep enough that I'm sure he's fingering himself with at least three fingers. He gives his butt a few shallow rubs and moves on to his legs.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any steamier in here, he bends over. His muscular butt cheeks spread right apart as he leans over, revealing his hairy, puckered hole. Some soap runs out of his slightly agape hole, proving that he was fingering himself in front of me. Knowing he really was fingering himself and seeing his hole spread before me turns my semi into a full-blown hard-on, not to mention what I see between his legs.

Now that he's got my blood pumping, I can't resist ogling his manhood. The massive bulge in his thong from earlier can't compare to the sight before me. His huge nuts are at least the size of peaches and stretch his hairy sac to the extreme. With how far down his balls are hanging, I could almost wrap my entire hand around the straining skin above his balls. As Hayder soaps his legs, the movement causes his nuts to swing back and forth, giving them an almost hypnotic effect. Despite the allure of the nuts, my attention goes to the main event. To go with his massive balls is an equally massive dick. It must be at least ten inches long, as the large head almost reaches his knees. The water on his dick makes it glisten in the light and helps show off the veins that are growing his dick. Although not fully hard, his cock is already almost two inches wide. Despite his size, I know from last night that even as it got bigger, I could take the entire thing.

Despite wanting to get stuffed by Hayder, as he stands upright, I try to subtly turn around to hide my raging erection.

"Here," he says, holding the soap out for me.

"Thanks," is all I say, as we switch positions so I can soap up and he can rinse off. As I cover myself with soap, my erection slowly starts to disappear, that is until I realize that the soap had been all over Hayder's body. I had just assumed that he was using his own and had picked my bar up and given it to me, but the lemony and citrus smell of my soap fills the stall. I'm so horned up I can't even think straight. Once again, my dick becomes hard as I rub the bar all over me, thinking about the two of us rubbing against each other.

"Want me to help you wash your back?"

His question snaps me out of my sexual daydream. I turn to face him as best as I can without revealing my erection, "Wash my back and I'll wash yours, right?" He smiles and nods. "Sure, here you go," I say as I hand him the soap.

Hayder goes slower than I did, but he eventually covers my entire back with soap before handing the bar back to me. He rubs his large hands all over my back, massaging both my muscles and the soap into the grim on my skin. My back is done, but his hands linger at the bottom of my back, just barely touching the top of my butt. After a few seconds, his hands slowly make their way up my back and he begins to massage my neck and shoulders. His big, strong hands make quick work of soreness in my muscles that I didn't even know I had. The shoulder rub ends too soon as he moves on to my arms. He doesn't spend much time on my arms before his hands wrap around me. One hand rubs all over my chest while the other goes down to my abdomen. Normally I'm a bit self-conscious about my body, but having someone as attractive and fit as Hayder rub his hands all over me puts my mind at ease. Once he's done, his one hand is resting at the base of my neck and the other at my pubes, with a finger touching the base of my dick. His hands press on me, pulling me back toward him until my back is resting against him. I can feel him rest his head on the top of mine and I can feel the shaft of his semi-erect dick press between my butt cheeks.

My heart is pounding in my chest, but as time goes on, he just continues to hold me. I guess he's made his move, and now he's waiting for me. I know what I want, but what should I do? Whatever I do, I have to do it now. I run my hands along his large, muscular forearms and rest my hands on top of his. His dick throbs against my butt and begins to get harder. Tilting my head back to look him in his eyes, my heart skips a beat as I see the expression on his face. It reminds me of the look a mother has for her newborn child, a face filled with so much love and caring. "I do like you and just looking at your face I can tell you care about me a great deal, but I never thought I really had a chance with you so my feelings aren't as strong."

His brow furrows a bit, "that's not a problem though, feelings can grow."

"You're right and that isn't the problem. You know I've already started something with someone else, and I want to see it through. I'm sorry. I also want to apologize for my horniness. I didn't mean to lead you on."

Hayder lets out a deep sigh and smiles. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I should have made my move way sooner, but even someone like me can get scared. You did lead me on a little, but I understand how pent up a guy can get, and I enjoyed it, so no harm was done," he finishes with a wink.

Not caring about my erection anymore, I turn around to face him directly. Grabbing his head, I gently pull it down and kiss him on the forehead just beneath his headband. After letting go of his head we both smile at each other and embrace. Even though I have my face in his pecs and his dick rubbing against mine, it doesn't have as strong of an effect on me so I can enjoy the moment a bit better.

"I'll wait for you. So if things don't work out with him or if he's willing to share you, I'll be here."

I look up at him and he still has that look of love on his face. "I don't want you waiting for something that might not happen."

He caresses my face. "Like most Hunters, I was alone for a long time before I met you, so I know how to be patient."

"Thanks. I'll try not to keep you waiting," is all I can say in the face of his immense love.

"Let's leave all these feelings here in the bathing house. I don't want things to be awkward between us."

We let go of each other. "That sounds like a good idea." He continues with rinsing off and I continue soaping the rest of my body. I finish before he does, so I ask, "want me to rinse off your back?"

"Sure, my back is all that's left so you can stand under the water." We trade places again, but this time he's much closer so water can still run down his back. A few seconds of rubbing and all the soapy residue is gone. "Thanks. I'm going to dry off now, but don't keep me waiting!"

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you some time alone to deal with that," I point to his massive semi-erect dick.

He lets out a booming laugh that reverberates against the stone. "I wouldn't want to clog the drain!"

"I'm sure all the moss between the stones in the changing room floor wouldn't mind having a shower of nutrients."

"And I'm sure the moss would mind if I ended up drowning it, but I see you do have the same problem to deal with... so maybe I will."

"As dying goes, drowning by cum wouldn't be too bad, especially if it's yours, and if you drank fast enough then there's no problem."

He gives my butt a playful smack, "Zhordon, I didn't know you were such a naughty boy! I'm liking you more and more." He turns away and walks to the changeroom, disappearing behind the staggered walls.

Standing under the water has removed most of the soap, so it doesn't take long to wash off the rest. Staring down at my still semi-erect dick, I wonder if Hayder decided to jack off or is just giving me time to do the same. All these hormones have me in sexual overdrive. If he's going to give me the time, then I think I'll deal with this growing problem.

I wrap my hand around my dick, and it only takes a few strokes to get it to full mast. After a few strokes, I notice something different happening. It feels like an electric charge is building up in my dick the more I stoke it. The electric sensation gets so strong that I can barely stand to touch my twitching dick. I lean forward and place my hand against the wall, bracing myself for what is to come. I'll never finish if I keep stopping, so I'll just have to push through it. Just grabbing my dick sends waves of pleasure through my body, but I force myself to start stroking. It's not long before my legs are shaking and I can barely stand. Stroking faster, I try and give myself over to the pleasure, letting it take me where it wants. My legs can't hold me up any longer, so I kneel down onto the stone floor and start moaning as I stroke as fast as possible. The feeling is so intense that I'm barely conscious of what I'm doing and it feels like my body is moving on its own. One of the only things I'm aware of is my increasingly loud moaning. As I reach my climax, my moaning becomes so loud that it sounds like a scream. A sustained "AAAHHHHHH!!!" escapes from my mouth as my balls are pulled tight against my body, I collapse forward and release my load. Masturbating furiously, rope after rope of cum erupts from my cock, splattering all over the stone floor. My climax scream comes to an end as I run out of breath, but cum continues to stream out of me. Eventually, the torrent of cum slows down, and with a few final spurts, comes to an end. I'm practically in a fetal position with my arms and forehead on the floor.

"Is everything okay in there?" Hayder asks quietly.

Managing to turn my head to face the stall entrance, I see Hayder's head poking in. He has a genuinely worried look on his face, so I give him a thumbs up and a huge smug grin.

His booming laugh fills the stalls, and I'd laugh too, but I'm still out of breath. "I'll have whatever you're having! Hearing you moan like that made me rock hard and I'm sure half of the village heard it. Let's see what the damage is." A still naked Hayder walks over to me with his massive erect cock waving back and forth and helps pull me up onto my feet. "Still a little wobbly I see. Looking at the mess you made I'm not surprised."

Looking down, there is a pool of cum about the size of a small plate. The running water is slowly pulling it between the stones, with the lighter parts heading down the drain. "Damn. That's definitely the largest load I've ever had. No wonder my nuts ache and feel like they've shrunk to the size of grapes."

"You'll have to give your boys a while to recharge," he says as he gently caresses my balls.

"That feels really good. Do you mind if you keep doing that?" He doesn't say anything but continues to massage my balls. While he's stroking my balls, I stare at his massive erect cock. Now that it's at max size, his dick is around fourteen inches long and over two inches wide, rivaling even the dragon's dick. The veins bulging on his dick seem to pulse with his heartbeat and somehow manage to keep his huge meat in the air. "I see you haven't dealt with your problem, and now look how big it's gotten."

"Cleaning up after you is going to take long enough, if I came then I'd be here all day. That's why I'm going to save all this for you," he cups his huge balls in his hand and gives them a suggestive shake.

The continued massage of my balls and his dirty talk start making my dick hard again, despite what I just went through. "I suppose that's one way to keep the floors clean. You don't have to clean up after me though, I can do that."

"Don't worry about it. With how slowly you'll walk because of your sore nuts, I'll probably finish up here and catch up with you. So go dry off, get changed, and I'll meet you at my place."

He let's go of all my body parts and gives me a pat on the butt as I make my way to the changeroom. I grab my towel from the shelf and quickly dry myself off, being especially careful around my balls.

Hayder walks past me and yells, "Hey! Can I get a cleaning broom?! There's a bit of a mess in here!"

As if my moaning wasn't loud and embarrassing enough, he just had to do that. Hayder walks by me with a broom in hand and gives me a wink. I smile at him, happy to see him teasing me like normal.

Just as I'm about to put on my clothes I remember that I grabbed a pair of briefs. Just my luck, I should have grabbed some boxers. I've never gone without, but I guess it couldn't hurt. I grab my pants and shove my underwear into one of the pockets. As I pull up my pants the difference is immediate. The pants are rougher than my underwear but don't feel that bad rubbing against my butt and dick. I button up my pants and get the belt through the loops. Once I've got my shirt on and grabbed my dirty clothes, I try to make my way out of the bathing house until I spot something. On the shelves opposite of me is Hayder's stained white thong, sitting on top of the rest of his dirty clothes. Watching the entrance to the stall I make my way over to the shelf, pick up his thong, and press it against my nose. I take a deep breath and take his scent into my lungs. It's a dense, sour, and salty smell mixed with his powerful musk. The sound of his sweeping is still going and I wonder what it tastes like, but I decide to put it back. You chose the dragon, so stop acting like this. Slowly I make my way out of the bathing house.

Instead of taking the main road, I decide to head down the alleys on my way to Hayder's house to try and avoid any conversation. The chatter of people on the main can barely be heard among all the houses. I wonder if it's safe enough to stick my hand down my pants and massage my balls? A quick survey of the area reveals nobody around. Fuck it. Having someone see me walk with my legs so far apart is probably just as embarrassing and won't help alleviate this soreness. I let my belt out a couple of notches so my left hand can fit down my pants. As soon as I start massaging, my balls begin to feel much better. Being able to lift my balls away from my legs allows me to speed up and walk normally.

It only takes me a couple minutes to reach the last street of the village. Now that there are no alleys left, I'm forced to walk down this street and then turn off onto the main road. There's a couple of people with a wagon ahead of me, but other than that the road is bare of any other travelers. I walk a few more minutes until I finally see the road amongst all the trees leading to Hayder's lone house. Even though this road receives very little traffic, there is no grass growing down the middle or signs of any other weeds. Looking at him, you'd never guess he enjoys landscaping and gardening. I haven't even seen his yard this year since he's always coming over to my house. I'll have to visit him more in the future. The path ends in a left turn, leading to a clearing in the forest.

As soon as I turn the corner, I'm already blown away by his landscaping. It's like looking at a sunset. Beautiful pastel red, orange, and yellow flowers make up the majority of the space. In between the flowers are skinny trees with pale white leaves, reminding me of clouds. The solid black stone crunches underneath my feet and draws my eyes to the door of his house. Since I was here last time, he has painted his door a bright orange-yellow to look like the sun, but the rest of his house is just as beautiful. It's similar in design to my house but looks brand new and much fancier. The main floor has large white stones all along the wall, with a dark grey grout in between. The steep roof and top floor are made from the trees cut down to make the path to the house and the clearing. High up on the house, nestled between each side of the roof is a large oval window, the focal point of the house. "I bet that's a nice view from up there."

"It sure is, but it would be nice if I had someone to share it with," says Hayder leaning against the doorframe.

"When did you get here?" I ask with a look of disbelief.

"Oh, I've only been waiting here for a minute or so. How long have you been walking like that?" he says gesturing at my hand down my pants.

"For my entire walk. It's actually pretty comfy. You should try it."

He lets out a chuckle, "if I did that, I'd have to use both hands. We can talk about ball fondling later. Come inside so we can get started already."

As I walk closer, I can better make out the new clothes he's wearing. He's wearing a black vest and shorts. The vest is cropped and only covers his pecs and the tight shorts are so short, that his bulge reaches further down then they do. "You look much better with clothes that actually leave something to the imagination, even if it's not much," I say looking down at his huge bulge pulling down the front of his shorts, making some of his pubes poke out.

"Your dick seemed to certainly like me when I was naked," he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me into the house.

Unable to think of a comeback, I just let him lead me to a closed door in front of us. As soon as he opens the door a familiar smell assaults my nose. He leads me down into the basement, and the smell of his musk gets stronger and stronger, to the point where even I start finding it unpleasant. The entire basement is lit with white lantern stones and is filled with all sorts of metal contraptions. "What is this place? It looks like a torture room or something."

"Well you're not too far off," he says, chuckling to himself. "This is where you'll be spending the next month honing your body with blood, sweat, and tears! Are you ready?!"

"Yes! I'm ready!"

"Then let's get started!"