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Five O'Clock. The best time of the day. Just moments after the last pair of feet padded away and exited the locker room, Tyler felt his heart pounding in his ears. Every day, after his college classes, he waited in the locker room, watching from his perch on top of a toilet until he was left alone, his feet tucked against his chest.

Sweat-drenched fur, scales, and feathers paraded past in varying states of undress, watering his mouth with their athletic physiques and tenting his pants, but he was always sure to remain quiet. There was something far tastier awaiting him than the parade of fleeting masculinity.

Stepping from the stall and taking a quick look around, the raccoon slunk towards his target. Rich, cloying musk wafted from the hamper, and as his trembling hands raised the lid, a treasure trove of used jock straps awaited him, stained with sweat and quite damp.

Football was his favorite sport for a reason. All those strapping men training every day, their fat nuts stuffed into jockstraps and draining masculine essence into the thirsty cloth. It was perfect. Such a shame that he couldn't show his appreciation in person, but he was rather fond of remaining uninjured, and Tyler had no way to guarantee that the men he worshipped would be receptive. Better to worship from afar, where it was safe.

As was his daily ritual, Tyler first leaned in close, letting his greedily huffing nose sample the bouquet of pure masculine musk. His pants grew tight, and he wiggled his hips, shimmying them down to pop his dripping arousal free and taking it in one hand, stroking himself slowly. Like an indecisive customer choosing a pastry, Tyler considered his options, savoring each sniff. He had hours before he needed to leave, and he planned to enjoy himself to the fullest, with only the most delicious musky treat.

The first was too mild, with nary a stain and only the faintest whiff of sweat. It was far from the masculinity that Tyler craved and not worth a second glance. The second was petite, with a spicy musk and the barest hint of piss that tickled the back of Tyler's sinuses and sent a small thrill through him. Better, but he wanted something to bury his face and lose himself in, something large enough to wrap his face. Finally, a massive jock with smears of yellow staining its white cloth caught his eye, and he grabbed it with greedy paws.

Marveling at the damp cloth's mosaic of piss and the light brown stains that all dirty cocks left, he raised it in front of his nose and rolled it against the discolored spots, a dizzying sniff taking in a smoky, heady musk that satisfied the young pervert's every desire. Fuck, what sort of man fit into this treasure? Was it a big, musky bear with a leathery, sagging pair of balls for Tyler to clean? Or maybe a horse with a massive, throbbing cock that would spread Tyler's hole until he couldn't walk?

Possibilities whirled through Tyler's brain while the raccoon feverishly stroked himself, his eyes closed and indulgent, loud sniffs taking in the mystery man's most intimate scents. Moaning slurps sucked at the cloth, whorishly slurping down mystery fluids and tasting the heady mix of piss, sweat, and whatever else the mystery man's cock left behind. He desperately wished he could slurp directly from the source. A cock this deliciously fragrant deserved proper worship, a proper tonguing, and to drain heavy balls down Tyler's throat.

Soft padding footsteps broke Tyler from his indulgent daze, and dark amethyst scales caught the light, hitching his chest with fear as their iridescent, sweat-sheened surface glittered. Was he caught? Why did the idea excite him so much? Knowing that there was a pair of eyes on his slutty indulgence sent a perverse thrill through him, and his fluffy ringed tail thrashed behind him, his cock releasing a small flood of liquid arousal. He nearly blew his load right there.

Creaking metal filled the silence as the newcomer opened a locker. A stoic pair of lavender eyes looked over Tyler's display while their owner bent down to strip off cleats, his thick tail lazily swishing and rounded cheeks bouncing behind him under a thin, satiny cloth. Tyler would have believed that the man didn't see him if not for the mumbled words that sent a thrill through him. "So you're the one stealing my jocks, huh? Those things are expensive."

Like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Tyler lowered the underwear from his nose. This dragon was the magnificent hunk of man that seasoned his favorite treat? Fuck, he was even hotter than Tyler's imagination could have dreamed up. Though the raccoon was sure that he was about to receive a beating, his shaft throbbed its approval between his legs. "Oh, s-sorry, I was just-" He trailed off, excuses racing through his head, rejected in his growing panic.

Rippling muscles padded with a layer of squishy fat caught the fluorescent light as the newcomer stripped off a sweat-stained white t-shirt, pecs rolling in royal purple grandeur and the barest hint of abs showing in his well-padded stomach. "Just huffin' my dick sweat. Am I right?" The dragon finished his sentence for him as he stepped from his pants, those soft amethyst cheeks bouncing with each leg's exit from cloth confines. "Why else would you be so furiously beatin' your meat?"

With a hand on his hip, the dragon stepped closer, his only remaining clothing a stained jockstrap that did nothing to hide the outline of his package. Fuck, he was huge. Tyler could see those sagging, fragrant orbs roll with each step and his flaccid sausage twitch. "Well? Are you planning on sitting there and staring at my cock, or are you going to apologize?" Idle fingers scratched at his glistening balls through the side of his jock, and Tyler felt the urge to suck his fingers clean.

"S-Sorry. I didn't know you had to pay for these. D-Do you want me to put it back?" He said lamely, his eyes never leaving that perfect package. Fuck, he wanted to bury his face and smear that perfect cock across his muzzle. It was probably too much to ask, and his position was precarious enough, caught with his pants down as he was, but Tyler's musk-drunk brain couldn't help it. He was desperate for that draconic dick.

"Well, that would be a start. But I can think of a more mutually beneficial arrangement. I haven't showered yet, and I'm feeling lazy today. How about you promise to buy my underwear for the rest of the year and clean me up, and I'll let you take as many used jocks as you like. It'll save me a laundering fee anyway." A toothy grin stopped Tyler's heart, and one of those large, scaly hands reached out to grip his thigh as the dragon sat heavily next to him, nearly sending the contents of the raccoon's balls rocketing through his tip with a friendly squeeze. "What do you say? Wanna get your fill of cock-stink?"

Tyler was on his knees before the dragon could finish his sentence, nodding his head vehemently. This situation was his hottest fantasy come true, and he wouldn't pass up this opportunity for anything. Discarding the dragon's old jockstrap, he reverently slid between welcoming muscular thighs, watching the dragon's face for any indication that this was just a cruel joke.

"Pretty little thing, aren't you? I take it you've got a thing for the big boys?" Approving clawed fingers scratched under Tyler's chin, and lavender eyes stared into his plain brown ones. "You've got good taste. Us big boys have got a lot to offer." Removing any of the raccoon's hesitancy with a firm push, the dragon favored him with an easy, confidence-dripping toothy smirk.

Emboldened by the dragon's acceptance, he abandoned any pretense of hesitancy, and his tongue lolled out while loud, chest heaving huffs infused his entire being with masculine musk. Musk was far more powerful straight from the source, and there was an added thrill to feeling flesh roll against the pad of his nose and watching the hungry pulse of that awakening draconic python. Fuck, was he part horse? Growing cock tented the dragon's jock, and its massive size dwarfed Tyler's muzzle, twitching against the twitching pad of his nose.

"Not even a protest. I can respect that. Sometimes you gotta go for what you want." Honeyed words rolled off the dragon's tongue while rough fingers ran through the raccoon's hair in affectionate waves. "Think you need a taste of the real thing, though." Fingers clenched in Tyler's hair, dragging him back from his cloth treat, and the dragon shimmied from his only remaining garment, leaving himself bare before the musk-drunk raccoon's hungry gaze.

Gloriously glistening dark purple flesh pulsed before Tyler's eyes. Saggy balls drooped with the promise of sweaty heat, their rounded glory hanging low and a lazy churn rolling them with each of the dragon's breaths. An awakening hooded anaconda drooled a slow promise of virility while glistening drops of sweat made their way down to drip underneath that loose sack. He could see a clenching pucker shrouded in shadow and delightfully puffy just past them. Tyler was dead. He had to be with the heavenly sight in front of him.

Savoring sniffs favored the hooded tip of that gloriously thick cock, and gentle hands pulled back the foreskin, smearing his nose with sweat and cockslime that bubbled from the slit. With half-lidded eyes, he let his tongue slip out to sample the translucent offering.

That first taste clenched his stomach, his unattended cock bouncing hard and fountaining its wasted desire in creamy strings to coat the floor below. Tyler felt far more pleasure than his hand could ever give him despite the complete lack of stimulation to his needy cock, and his hips pushed out on their own while his face shoved harder against that sweaty groin, snorting heady scents with slutty abandon.

"Fuck, pretty boy. Smells that good? Makin' me blush." Growling approval met Tyler's premature emission. That drooling slug of a cock pulsed to life, thickening and hardening to slap wetly against Tyler's muzzle. Spongy and leaking, that massive tip begged for entry, smearing dripping strings of goo over Tyler's lips like perverted lipgloss. "You ever suck a cock, pretty boy? You'd look good coated in my cum." Again that purring, persuasive voice, impossible to resist and dripping with arousal. How could he say no?

Tyler opened his muzzle for the dragon's tip, his jaw aching with the slight stretch and his eyes watering. He could only manage the first few inches before the massive member threatened to break his jaw, but his apologetic tongue rolled over everything it could reach, and his shaking hands massaged what they could. Bobbing slowly and letting rhythmic suction draw virile pearls of arousal from that pulsing shaft, he worshipped the dragon's cock to the best of his ability.

"You're good with your mouth, pretty boy; I'll give you that." Panting with those pearly white fangs on display, the dragon used Tyler's muzzle, his approving hands gripping soft hair as his cock tried and failed to slip deeper, threatening Tyler's throat with its jawbreaking size but never quite hurting him. His eyes clenched closed, and before long, Tyler could feel rhythmic contractions roll along the dragon's bitchbreaker, his tip opening up and flooding Tyler's mouth with draconic cream and threatening to drown the raccoon.

There was no turning back, no giving up, as the dragon's steely grip held the raccoon in place, gagging him on a heavy flow of pure masculinity. At first, he struggled with its sheer volume, his nose squirting cum with nowhere left to go, but soon he settled in, swallowing each new wave of excess, his teary eyes staring up at the dragon as each heavy gulp swelled his stomach further into a slight bulge. It wasn't until black tendrils clutched at the edge of Tyler's vision that the dragon released his hold, letting him pull off and draw grateful breaths while the few remaining strings spurted across his face, marking him as the slut he was.

"Fuck. If I'd known you were this good, I would've sought you out sooner." Teasing fingers played with Tyler's tongue, and a scaly thumb demanded entry into his sucking muzzle. "Wonder if your pussy is as good as your mouth." Claiming hands smeared cum over Tyler's face, working it into his fur, and those hungry eyes made Tyler's ass clench. The involuntary spasm was from fear or arousal, he couldn't tell which, but one look at that drooling cock told him to do whatever the dragon wanted, as long as he was allowed further access to that virile pole.

"D-Do you want to find out?" Tyler managed to stammer out once the dragon's digit popped free from his sucking lips, his fluffy ringed tail swaying behind him. No stranger to anal play, he knew he most likely couldn't take the dragon yet, but gods, he wanted to try. That massive cock was just too alluring. He wanted to submit himself to its every whim and break himself open on its girthy length. Fuck being able to walk. He'd ride that cock wherever he needed to go.

A chuckle met Tyler's words. "Darlin', I'd break you wide open if I tried to fuck you, but the enthusiasm is appreciated." He thought for a moment, letting Tyler's face rest against his shaft and idly grinding its underside against eager, panting lips. "Though I suppose I can still get a taste. Why don't you lay across one of these benches and lift your tail for me? Promise I'll be gentle."

Tyler hurried to comply, straddling the bench and letting his tail flag over his back, giving the dragon an eyeful of the pert backside he was so proud to sport. Adventures with a hand mirror taught him that he had a pink pucker, and he knew that his rump was well-groomed. Hopefully, the dragon would enjoy the sight as much as he hoped.

Appraising fingers pried cheeks apart, and a rumbling growl rattled through Tyler's body, clenching his hole. "Well, isn't that a pretty peach? Prettiest pussy I've ever seen." Heated and steaming, Tyler felt the dragon's scaled muzzle lean in close, and a pair of lips pressed a kiss to his hole. Slow, lazily exploring licks wet his pucker with lazy circles, alternated with loving smooches across velvet furred cheeks and his quivering balls. "Don't you worry. I'll treat this pussy real nice." Why did the dragon referring to his hole as a 'pussy' feel right? Every time that word left the dragon's lips, his hole clenched.

Possessive fingers dug into Tyler's upturned cheeks, groping them and spreading them apart for a ravenous tongue. That talented oral appendage invaded his depths, slithering past his clenching pucker to fill his insides with slick heat, and he could feel its plump tip seeking out his prostate to prod it insistently. Growls vibrated through his ass, drawing overstimulated whimpers as that heavenly tongue fucked him open with demanding shoves and a healthy excess of dragon saliva.

Once Tyler's hole opened into a slightly gaped crater, and a thick layer of draconic drool slicked his fur, the raccoon felt that talented muzzle slip from between his cheeks. Testing fingers slipped past his loosened hole, feeling around and curling to tease his prostate. "Seems loose enough. Can't fuck this pretty pussy, but I can fill it up. Hope you're ready for breeding."

Wet heat split Tyler's cheeks, sawing over his gaped hole with slow, testing thrusts that sent the pulsing underside of that girthy draconic cock over sensitive skin. Somehow, it felt even more imposing when he couldn't see it, and he wondered if maybe his mind was more willing than his ass.

"Deep breath, darlin'. Relax and let me in." With that warning, Tyler felt the pulsing head slot itself against his hole and a steady pressure spreading his loosened hole further, sending an aching pain radiating from his overstuffed entrance. "Fuccckk. That's hot pussy. Clench for me, pretty boy, show me how much you want it." The heated, swollen tip inside the raccoon's rear shook rhythmically, and wet, slippery noises announced the dragon's intent. He pleasured himself with fast, schlicking, sloppy strokes, intent on creaming Tyler's insides. The sound lowered Tyler's ears. There was something so arousing about the thought of being used to catch the dragon's seed, as though he were nothing more than a cum rag. If only he had enough experience to take that cock.

Tightening clenches massaged the flexing head, desperately trying to hold the dragon's member locked inside him, and Tyler bit his lip, grinding himself against the bench and resisting the urge to push back. "P-Please. Don't pull out. I want it inside." He begged for the dragon's cream with a whimpering voice, his still softly swollen belly sloshing.

"Fuck, here it comes." Frenzied twitching preceded the dragon's orgasm, then, with a deep, sexually charged moan, his climax hit. Bloating with each squirt and spreading Tyler's hole with blasts of scalding seed, his cock hosed the raccoon's waiting innards, filling every inch of his clenching insides until the raccoon felt the excess drooling from his hole and dripping down that oversized member.

Clenching in vain, Tyler collapsed forward, his slippery hole trying its best to milk what little shaft the dragon managed to insert. He felt so wonderfully full and used, and every panting breath tasted and smelled of draconic cock.

"Mmm. You've got one hungry pussy. I bet, with some practice, I could fuck you properly." Slow circles stirred Tyler's hole, and stroking fingers emptied the last dregs of the dragon's orgasm from his softening cock. Silence fell as that member slid free, its half-hard length nestling between Tyler's cheeks and its heated belly teasing the leaking pink entrance. After a moment to think, the dragon gave Tyler's upturned rump a soft slap, and Tyler could almost imagine that toothy grin as he spoke. "Fuck it, may as well shoot my shot. You wanna be my girlfriend, cutie?"

Blissed out and limp under the dragon's slowly hot-dogging cock, Tyler wanted to say 'Yes! More than anything!' but all he could manage was a dreamy "Uh-huh." He wondered whether he should have asked for the dragon's name before accepting. Oh well.