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A steamy summer night threatening storms capping off a day of unspeakable humidity drove more patrons than usual into Nature Calls, the popular all-male strip club. They came for the air conditioning, stayed for the beef, and sometimes got up close and personal with it. Sweaty, taut bodies allured more needs than just watching. Most of the strippers enjoyed this hands-on attention. CJ was not one of them.

CJ being an Charizard, an exotic breed of dragon with an affinity for all things fire, was a crown jewel for the club. His hard body and azure wings caught eyes and did not often let them go; and when the g-string came off, something else drew in the gazes without fail.

Part of the issue of CJ's popularity was that he was well aware of it. The fame had gone straight to his head, bloating an ego already swollen from weightlifting championships and a stint as a tough-as-iron Army Ranger. CJ was not at a loss for self-importance. But in most cases, it was deserved.

It was the tail end of the night when CJ's shift ended. Lightning flickered whitish-purple in the clouds, doing little to dent the street lamp glow. None abided by the threat of nasty weather when there were so many strip clubs to see up and down the street, all proffering catchy names in colorful neon.

In the alley behind Nature Calls, one of the newer bouncer hires dealt with a troublesome patron. They had well exceeded their tolerance for beer and made an ass of themselves in the club. It was put upon Isaac, a burly but charming triceratops, to right this wrong. Isaac was sympathetic to the tanked little fennec fox whom had been passed off onto him; and when the young man offered anything, sir, anything at all, Isaac contentedly received a drunken, slobbery rimjob against the graffiti-plastered wall of the opposite establishment.

The triceratops turned the slurring fox loose with a warning and ass sweat on his face. For his generosity, Isaac struggled to get his black jockstrap back around his aching meat.

"Fucking elastic, come on," Isaac groused. "Come o-o-on." All of the tugging and jerking did no good. His big, cut cock refused to be hidden. Isaac huffed and peeked around the building. The fennec was gone, undoubtedly back inside, leaving Isaac with no holes to fuck.

By the time Isaac made peace with the idea of jerking off his troublesome hard-on, CJ the aloof Charizard emerged from the back door in civvies and sunglasses with a smoldering cigarette burned almost to the filter on his scaly lip. He took one look at Isaac, whom stood shamefully erect with an impish smile, and rolled his eyes behind his dark lenses. "Do it in the bathroom like the rest of us, buddy."

Isaac laughed. "It's not that simple... You know how hard it is to keep it down when you're getting bribed with a tongue on your butthole?"

"No," CJ flatly answered, flicking away the cigarette. He walked down the steps and leaned against the wall, standing near Isaac and his troublesome penis. "But then, I don't take bribes. I just sit on faces when I want a rimjob."

"Really now," Isaac murmured. He sidled closer to CJ, staying mindful of the dragon's burning tail tip. "Nice to meet another guy who knows the value of a hot tongue on his asshole."

CJ cracked a smirk. It was condescending and lewd, enhanced by his inappropriate sunglasses. "I prefer the tongue on my dick, honestly."

Isaac smiled, eyelids falling, halving his pupils like horizon lines. "Y'know, I don't believe we've met."

"Of course," the Charizard amicably said, entirely apart from his cockiness. He thrust out a meaty hand and Isaac took it. "CJ. I dance here."

"Isaac," the triceratops answered. He tugged the bottom of his shirt, straightening out the block letters on his breast. They read SECURITY. "What do you say, CJ?"

A quirky smile spread across CJ's snout. He pushed up his sunglasses and showed off his blue eyes, the coldest part of his hot body. "I'd be coy and ask what you meant if I could keep my eyes off that dick of yours." They shared a chuckle. CJ suddenly crammed his snout against the dinosaur's and slopped his tongue past the bouncer's craggy lips. Isaac groaned and thrust his loins against the dragon's.

Over the dull, arrhythmic rumble of thunder, CJ and Isaac suckled and let loose rumblings of their own. The dragon opened his jeans and pushed them down with his jockstrap. The studs' cocks met and ground together, smearing their musk and pre into a veneer across the shafts.

Both CJ and Isaac were physically massive and muscular bordering on being a pair of Adonises, but their diamond-cut muscles were secondary to their slopping tongues, suckling lips and swollen penises. Their members ground against each other at awkward angles like a drunken sword fight. Oftentimes their balls smushed together into a mass of smooth hide dribbling sweat. Both dragon and dinosaur featured such intense musk that the scents were difficult to pick apart from each other.

CJ clutched Isaac's ass through the straps of his jockstrap. As he dug his fingers into the burly cheeks, the triceratops moaned and acquiesced to a submissive role easily. It was he who broke off the kiss but their snouts stayed close together. Isaac held his inarticulate tail up to the extent that he could. CJ's swished and curled in a smug, serpentine manner.

"God," Isaac puffed, then laughed. "I don't bottom often. You have a thing for making guys give it up, don't you?"

"Guess so," CJ said, shrugging. "Turn around."

Isaac started to oblige but stopped with a smile. Glancing aside at CJ, he said, "You got any rubbers? Company policy and all." He paused and said to CJ's smirking face, "We're still on the property. But besides that, I kinda like wrapping my dick up in latex."

The dragon rolled his eyes and puffed smoke from his nostrils. "Lucky for you I never leave home without a couple." He produced two garish condoms from behind his driver's license. The studs were shortly dressed for the occasion. CJ's rubber was a vibrant orange shade not far removed from his dominant hide color. Isaac's stuck out more prominently with its cyan hue against his brown body and tan loins.

"Happy now?" CJ dryly asked, batting Isaac's cock. It wagged side to the side.

Returning the bat, Isaac chuckled and nodded. "Happy as a clam, babe," he chirped, turning on his heel. He shoved his jockstrap down to his ankles then braced his calloused hands against the brick.

Again Isaac's tail was held high, offering the hard ass beneath without question. CJ growled lustfully, bordering on a snarl, and pushed his uncut cock broadside to the dinosaur's crack. In it went, helped by the pre-lubricated condom, Isaac's own sweat, and lingering drool from the fennec. He ground into the triceratops' tight ass cheeks, fucking the cleavage. He wrapped his mighty arms around Isaac's torso and squeezed.

Moaning quietly, Isaac ground back about as hard as the dragon ground in. Their rubbers were starting to bloat with pre, CJ's more rapidly, but Isaac was not far behind. The triceratops looked over his shoulder at CJ's snout and tried to kiss the dragon. He managed only a peck on the nose, causing CJ's nostrils to flare and puff smoke.

The clouds flashed brilliantly and a guttural noise shook the earth. CJ cared little and Isaac's startle was short-lived, yet an excuse to get laid was not something to squander, so CJ said with a smirk, "I don't like being out in the rain. Let's hurry up before it lets loose."

"Hell, I've been waiting for you to get it in me," Isaac snickered. "I was just letting you take your time."

Rolling his eyes again, CJ pulled back and better aligned his cock against the triceratops' snug, pink anus. The reservoir of the condom bulged weirdly as he pushed forward, causing the penetration to feel somewhat awkward but no less pleasurable for Isaac. The dinosaur groaned just the same and raked his fingertips along the brick. His dense tail rubbed against CJ's breast and the dragon slung it over his shoulder like a length of hose.

Past the initial entry, CJ's descent into Isaac was smooth, and as he pushed briskly into the triceratops' well-trained ass, he knew in an instant that Isaac did not only occasionally bottom: He was an outright bottom bitch to so easily accept a cock like CJ's. Thus, the dragon laughed darkly when his hips pressed flush to the dinosaur's fine behind. He squeezed again around Isaac's middle and bit the back of his neck.

"You liar."

"Liar? What could you possibly mean by that?" Isaac asked, looking straight ahead to hide his shit-eating grin from the Charizard.

CJ dropped the matter and started to buck. Drawing back and going with the natural resistance of the dinosaur's rectal muscles was nowhere near as pleasing as pushing in and defying the grain. CJ hissed in a show of his pleasure with each entry and purposefully dragged each one out. Every time his balls met those of the triceratops, it felt like a prize well-earned for the dragon.

While CJ mentally rewarded himself, Isaac grew fussy. He puffed and pushed back, making CJ's entries premature. He looked over his shoulder, blushing and grinning. "Gonna rain any second now," he teased. "Better hurry up."

"I'll chance it," the Charizard coldly said. He smacked Isaac's hip and quickened his pace anyway. Just as the rain was an excuse to start, so was it an excuse to bust a nut like he was dying to. "Jerk yourself off. I don't do reacharounds."

Isaac licked his lips and started to masturbate. He surprised the dragon by using his left hand for the job, but CJ didn't care enough to remark on it. "That's some cold shit," Isaac said, his voice playful and soft. "I always give reacharounds."

"Yeah? I'm not a big, gay dinosaur that can ask a horse if it's in all the way," CJ said, smirking all the while.

The teasing ceased. CJ was beginning to huff, drawing taut breaths whether he was going in or pulling out, and his fat balls were snugging up to his loins. His pre was bulging the rubber's reservoir to an obstructive scale and the resultant water balloon caused Isaac much pleasure. The dinosaur often gasped and his legs quaked as the swollen condom rubbed his intimate flesh. His own condom was bloated too, sagging and weighing down his penis, but he masturbated all the while, taking pains to tug the prophylactic back up like a drooping sock.

"Mmh, gawd," Isaac said through his grimace. He clenched his eyelids down and tightened his jaws. "Gonna cum."

"So cum for me," CJ chuckled. His surly voice was growing rough. An orgasm was just as near for him as it was for Isaac.

Isaac leaned more against the wall, letting his horns grind on the brick. "Shit, oh shit," he bleated, his voice as close to a whimper as a muscular dinosaur could manage. He came, shooting a thick wad into his rubber which filled it to an incredible degree. The dinosaur was distracted by the bliss of his orgasm and the heavy condom drooped and fell right off of his cock, landing with a hearty splat on the cement. Its contents oozed from the opening, and Isaac's freed cock shot two more powerful ropes of jizz against the wall before it degenerated to a lazy drool. "Shi-i-it..."

CJ wanted badly to mock Isaac for letting his rubber slip off. He wanted to playfully threaten the dinosaur with a write-up for violating company policy like so. But he was cumming too, and he announced as much in a dramatic bray. He smashed his loins into the triceratops' rear and promptly let loose, filling his condom and making a veritable balloon out of the reservoir. He bit down on Isaac's neck with his sharp teeth, drawing no blood from the hide but causing erogenous pain. Isaac groaned submissively in contrast to CJ's wicked rumbling.

The sky was still flashing, ground quivering, but the studs were too busy to care. CJ finished dumping his load and patted Isaac's hip when the afterglow rushed in. He pulled back slowly, freeing his cock first, then the squishy bulk of the condom. As that slipped free and fell down, nearly tugging the whole condom off of CJ's cock, the triceratops groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Well," Isaac puffed, "that was pretty good. Go figure, though, I still ended up jerking off."

"I like to think I still helped out," CJ said, pulling off his condom. He tied it off and chucked it into the dumpster. Isaac did the same.

After getting his pants back on, CJ patted Isaac's behind. The triceratops was again resting against the wall. "Heh, hey - I work every weekend. Try to be around."

That sounded like a fine arrangement for Isaac, but first things first, he felt that his puffy, gaped asshole needed some tender affection. He slipped on his jockstrap and headed inside, looking for the drunk fennec while thinking up another reason to bust him.