Towel Boy
Sal's gym, handily enough run by an eight foot tall stallion named Sal, was something of a dive in the fitness market in town. It didn't have wall to wall brand new fitness equipment, stairclimbers with three dimensional digital readouts or glossy, overpaid models trying to convince you to join. It was just a squat, boxy building on the corner of Alder and 23rd that looked as unimpressive as the convenience store just three blocks down.
Sal himself, so it was rumored, was a former Mister Olympus contender about four years back. He never talked about it so I figure it either wasn't for him or he lost badly enough to feel bad about it. About two years ago he set up a gym, mostly for himself and a few friends, but when word got out about it he had to start charging memberships. I could never understand it myself. The place was clean, Sal made sure of that, and well equipped, but it was just another gym. Something about it just seemed to draw a crowd. Never enough to overpower the place but enough to make a comfortable living for Sal and for me to pick up a job there.
Back behind the showers, I figure to save having to run extra pipes through the concrete walls, was my workstation. It was also the home of two massive washers and equally imposing dryers which serviced all the laundry needs of the gym and many of it's members.
That's my job, I keep the place clean and wash towels.
It's not a thankless job, Sal pays me well enough and I don't have to deal with the assholes who try to come in and show off or any of the other problems that come with customer service. Then again, Sal seems to enjoy showing up in a pair of biking shorts, with his head ducked down a couple of inches to keep from hitting the supports near the front door and glowering at those people until they melt in a puddle or decide that perhaps the trendy place on the other side of town might be a better match for their workout needs.
All in all, I can't complain. Particularly since I've only been here a week.
The weird thing, and Sal gave me some explanation for this, were the large one-way mirrors set into the back wall of the showers. Some of the members enjoy giving themselves a little flex, and goodness knows that anyone who frequents a gym is going to get at least a little narcissistic, but I always found it strange that they would have been installed in the first place. Mind you, I don't mind catching a peek at the hot-bodied guys who walk in here, my work schedule and school kinda keeps me from catching any tail of my own, but I feel a little dirty peeping on them.
Little did I know how bad it was gonna get.
I was tossing another load of towels into the dryer and stripping off my t-shirt to toss in the wash. Being a lizard, it's nice to have ample radiant heat all but saturating the room but after long enough, I start to get a little too musky even for my own snout. I was just about to slip out of my shorts as well and toss them in when I hear talons clacking against the tiles. Reflexively, I look up.
Just on the other side of the glass, blissfully ignorant of my now dinner plate sized baby blues, is a big old slab of dragon meat. He's got to be a good seven feet himself and built like a brick house. Every inch of him is contoured and seems to be straining against his iridescent hide. The water comes on and I can't look away. Droplets cling to the deep cuts of muscle, sliding in all directions over those smooth scales. They seem to glisten even more as the torrent from the cheap shower head cascades over him. Soon tendrils of steam begin to rise off his body, the water on full blast and pounding against his broad chest before trickling down in rivulets over his rock-hard abdomen.
I'm gawking, I know I am, and I've never been more glad of the the fact that no one can see me with my half-hard length already out of my slit and pressing against my shorts.
Oh, but it got worse.
His broad hand slid seductively down along those delicious curves, his ebony talons tracing lightly over his scales. Soon his fingers slip down to his slit, pressing against either side of it as a soft moan rises from his angled snout. I watch, dumbfounded, as his shaft rises unhindered from between his rippling thighs. Smooth and glistening, it arches upwards, snaking along his belly as his scaled fingertips continue to apply pressure to it's base. Inch after inch just arcs outwards until it finally comes to rest in the middle of his firm eight pack. It had to be over a foot long and was thicker than any I'd even seen before. Just staring at it, watching this stud put himself on display, was enough to remind me that my own length was eager to come out and play as well. The tent in the front of my shorts was embarrassingly apparent but I couldn't look away. What blew my mind was how casual he was about this. Unconcerned about anyone coming in and seeing it or even bothering to wonder if this was the right place. As far as I could tell, he didn't care. He had a need and was going to deal with it.
That meaty hand wrapped around his throbbing dragoncock and began to stroke slowly and steadily. Every motion was relaxed and despite the soft moans and... arousing motion of his powerful arms flexing with each stroke, he simply luxuriated in the water. It splashed over his chest and shaft, trickling into his slit and dripping off the rather heavy bulge below it. The stud was definitely packing quite a bit of frustration.
My tongue flickered along my lips as I felt my own paw slip downwards, sliding over my still clothed shaft. The muscle dragon, however, simply rode his paw in a steady motion. Those hips undulating and his thick tail swaying lazily back and forth as every inch slipped through his fingers. Soon his milkier slitfluids were mixing with the water, a sure sign that he was getting closer to his ultimate goal. Watching all that natural lube dripping along his thighs and ooze over the base of his cock, I found myself whimpering as the image my tongue bathing every inch of that dragon's massive pride engulfed my thoughts. Just dreaming about his heady taste, the thick aroma of his musk, was enough to make my whole pelvis ache as my parched mouth gaped at the performance in front of me.
His other hand now dipped low, his broad back coming to rest against the tiles as the shower continued to pour over him. Delicately, he pressed his fingers into his slit, rubbing against the base of his shaft lightly before drawing his now glistening talons back out. Careful to avoid the water, he slid his hand behind him, hiking his tail before slipping the two fingers smoothly into his anal vent. His body went rigid for a split-second, his lips parting at the sensation, before relaxing back against the wall once more. The paw on his length never left it as the fingers now in his backside began to press smoothly in and out. Already a thick glob of pre had splattered against his bellyscales, dribbling through the valleys of muscle for a moment before being washed away by the shower's force. He continued to tease his anal slit, sliding a third finger now into it's depths, as his paw drew slowly along his achingly rigid shaft. It took all my willpower to keep myself from pawing furiously at my own erection, feeling it pulse needfully between my thighs as I imagined it replacing those fingers and plunging deep inside the beefy dragonstud.
As if he some how appreciated the thought his body grew rigid, every taut sinew rising into relief against his scales. My eyes were locked on him, devouring every inch of that beast and the obvious power he possessed, when I saw his swollen shaft pulse in his hand. A fountain of thick, milky dragonseed gushed out of the stud like a fire hose. His whole body undulated as he rode the wave of his orgasm with such a calm demeanor. Soon, his chest and belly were saturated with cum, the thick fluid dripping off him slowly as his eyes finally began to open. A smile split his snout as he dipped his long neck downwards, flickering his forked tongue out to clean his chest scales. After a few moments, with a trickle of milky seed lingering on his lips, he turned towards the shower and began to wash himself. My chest was heaving, watching as that supple backside swayed beneath the shower and still able to see his half-hard cock hanging between those thighs, just begging to be brought back up to fullness. However, the actual shower the dragon took lasted but a few scant minutes and soon he was wrapped in a towel and already leaving the stalls.
I slumped onto a bench, torn between ripping my clothes off and pawing myself into bliss at the image I'd just seen or trying to regain my composure and get back to the job I was being paid for. My sense of responsibility won out and after a moment or two to calm myself down, I got up and tossed my now pre saturated shorts and underwear into the wash as well. Better to do the job naked than have to walk out of here with a three inch wide stain across my crotch.
Sadly, that didn't help my issue and what's more, the next ones to shower made it even worse.
The tip of my shaft refused to slide back into my slit, leaving me blushing a deep brown and still rather frustrated. I tired to focus on what I was doing, folding the towels and getting things cleaned up back here, when two sets of footsteps echoed in the showers. I tried to close my eyes, to not look and just focus on the white, fluffy towels.
That lasted a few seconds.
Out in the white tiled room, there were now two raptors. Both of them were similar in build, coloration and were wearing matching stainless steel chains around their necks. The two of them were toned but not bulky, likely gymnasts or swimmers. My cock slid out another inch and the idea of gymnastic raptors in the nude. I swallowed hard and watched as the two of them began to shower under the same head.
With these two, there wasn't much pretense either. Kissing and groping lead smoothly into even more heavy petting and outright fondling. I bit my lip as the larger of the two spun his smaller counterpart around, pressing the lithe raptor against the tiles forcefully. The two of them began devouring each others tongues as their snouts locked in the deepest frenching I'd ever seen before.
My own shaft was throbbing once more, dribbling a little as I could feel my vent moisten. It was getting more and more difficult to think about where I was and what I was doing as my eyes remained locked on the pair.
The larger one broke the kiss abruptly, his snout pulling away with a lusty growl. The smaller one meeped softly as they move away from the shower head and directly in front of one of the mirrors. In moments, a taut dino ass was pressed hard against the glass, the thick tail above it arched upwards and pressing against the smaller raptor's spine. I watched as a pair of paws gripped both cheeks, spreading them open to reveal the cherry red pucker beneath the base of that tail for a moment before a throbbing raptorcock pressed against and into it with a single, brutal thrust. The tight tailhole clenched around the thick member as the larger raptor began to poundfuck his compatriot against the glass; every inch of cock and every curve of muscled rump splayed out before me like a peepshow. I felt myself sliding closer, my snout brushing along the glass as I watched. It was close enough that I could feel the heat even through the thick pane. Watching that length slide flush with the smaller dino's abused pucker just made me whimper to be in either of their positions. The larger raptor's cock was heavy and thick, just how I like them. I could only imagine how that would feel plowing open my backside so roughly. My eyes lidded a little at the thought, my tongue flickering along the glass where the raptor's equally large, swollen balls slapped against the surface.
Beyond the wall I could hear some muffled and distorted conversation; whimpered pleas and a rather lusty growl in response. My eyes went wide again as I watched the bigger raptor's tail arch upwards, sliding along the underside of his shaft as he slipped smoothly out of that tight tailring. With another rough thrust of his hips both tail and cock plunged inside the pinned dino, spreading him to almost bursting. I was agog as I saw nearly ten inches of tail disappear into the smaller raptor's hungry backside, and from the muffled moans I could tell he was enjoying it.
Sadly, it didn't take much more for the both of them to cry out, leaving me rock hard and dribbling once more as they reached their climax. I watched as a flood of cum splattered against the mirror, dribbling down along the bigger one's tail and even up along the cleft of the smaller one's rump. They lingered there for a few moments, panting and nuzzling each other before parting and returning to their shower.
My snout was still pressed against the glass as I let out a small, pitiful whine. How could I have been less than a quarter of an inch from that and not been involved! It was a crime!
A sigh escaped my lips as I saw the two of them walking out with a parting kiss to each other. I fell back on my haunches, my erection nearly demanding that I paw off now, and wondered what else could happen.
Of course, that was when the swim team walked in the door...
...but that's a story for another time.