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You're going to take that fat tiger cock and plow me into the shower wall. You're going to take that fat tiger cock and plow me into the shower wall. You're going to take that tiger cock and plow me into the shower wall. you're going to take that tiger cock and plow me into the shower wall.

Oh gods, oh gods, Rod thought as the dragon's statement echoed in his head. Had he really said that? Was this really happening? He stared dumbly at his shirt, discarded over the locker room bench, then back to his thumbs, locked into the waistband of his shorts. He was certain that the dragon could see his blush; his whole face burned crimson out to the tips of his ears.

Bisor's focus was on the cute tiger's bulge. The poor guy was rock hard, and that jockstrap he had on under his shorts wasn't doing him any favors in terms of comfort. He managed to get his shirt off fine, but he was hesitating with those shorts. Perhaps he needed a quick push. "Here, Rod. Let me..." Bi said.

Rod blinked a few times, opening his mouth to answer. Bisor didn't give him the chance to refuse or accept--the moment that Rod's lips parted, Bisor's fingers were stroking over the tiger's bulge and his lips were pressed against the tiger's own. The tall dragon had to bend down nearly half a foot to line up for the kiss, but it only took him a slight motion to goad the tiger to look up to take some strain off his neck.

He pressed his passion into the other male's lips, slipping his long tongue into the tiger's mouth. Rod jerked in surprise before he melted as the dragon explored. The tiger's eyes were shut tight and his hands clenched tightly enough that his knuckles burned white. At least they'd slipped out of his waistband, leaving the dragon's warm hands to slide down the tiger's pants.

Bisor treasured every little squirm and shiver that came out of the tiger as the edge of his shorts ground over the tiger's bulge. The sheer fabric of his jockstrap didn't dull any of the sensations as the smooth fabric ground together. Suddenly, his pants dropped to the floor. Rod whimpered into Bisor's mouth before the sound turned into a gasp that pulled cool air along Bisor's tongue. The little gasps repeated every time the dragon's fingers squeezed and fondled the tiger's straining cock.

Bisor pulled back, a strand of saliva linking his lips to the tiger's. Rods eyes were still shut tight, and his mouth stayed wide open while shivers raced along his spine. Bisor's hand was still squeezing and exploring the tiger's package through the sleek fabric of his jockstrap.

The tiger was thick. His stiff cock was maybe eight inches, but it was at least one and a half across. Bisor could barely wrap his fingers around it, even without the valiantly straining fabric fighting back against his attempts to wrap his fingers around that hidden cock. He leaned forward, growling confidently into Rod's ear, "You're a big stud, you know that, Rod? I can't wait to get this in me."

God, he loved the feeling of the tiger melting in his grasp. Rod couldn't even manage a reply, other than a cute little moan as Bisor stroked his thick cock. The drake could feel pre leaking through the fabric from the tiger's throbbing tip. He stroked his way up to the base, deciding to finally free the tiger's rod completely.

The sleek fabric peeled off the tiger's shaft as he pulled it with a pair of fingers, one on either side of the male's cock. Rod reached up, whimpering as he grasped the dragon's bicep to hold himself steady as his cock strained and pushed against the waistband that moved so achingly slow along his length. Bisor gave small squeezes with his fingers here and there, before the waistband slipped up to cover the tiger's tip. He paused there for a few moments, before pulling down to let the male's cock spring free.

He yanked the strap down to let it snap across the tiger's legs instead of his heavy balls, his hand shooting right back up to wrap around Rod's cock. He began to stroke up and down, watching the tiger's hood roll back and forth along his tip. Precum beaded up on the tip of the male's cock, wiped away with every stroke to smear pleasingly over the tiger's foreskin. Rod began to hump into the dragon's handjob, chewing on his lower lip. Bisor stroked a few more times before he let go of the tiger's cock, watching it bob in the air before he took a step back.

Rod took a moment to recover his breath, his eyes opening after a few heartbeats to take in the view of the big drake in front of him. He couldn't believe it; the dragon was looking at his naked cock--fuck, he really was naked in public--the same way that he'd been staring at the dragon earlier in the night. He swallowed, glancing over his shoulder as he remembered that the door existed and there were others outside. They were kinda safe in the rows of lockers, though...right?

"U-uhm..w-why'd you stop?" He asked, squirming in front of the drake.

Bisor grinned at him. "Because now it's your turn to get my cock out."

Rod gulped and nodded. He took a moment to reach down and pull his jock all the way off, before stepping forward. He reached out, almost touching the dragon before his hand withdrew. He gulped, looking up at the muscular pink drake. "Um, Bi...Can I please, uh..." He started, searching for the words.

"Do anything you want to me, honey," Bisor answered.

The tiger took in a sharp gasp through his nose before he nodded. He let that breath out before he took another long one, his hands reaching up to reverently grip the dragon's love handles. He took a moment to feel over the stiff abdominal muscles there before he carefully lowered himself down onto his knees on the bench that separated them. He glanced up at the dragon one more time, who gave him a warm smile, before he leaned forward, dragging his tongue up the male's abs.

Rod shivered as he tasted the sweat of Bisor's workout on his scales. His tongue bounced along the dragon's abs as Rod dragged his tongue up to the male's pecs. Bisor gave a soft sigh of pleasure, reaching down to scratch over the tiger's head while his warm, wet tongue stroked along his whole front. Sweat still glistened on his scales, soon replaced by a shimmering layer of saliva as the kitten's tongue took long, slow strokes up his muscles.

Rod's motions were reverent, almost worshipful. He took his time with each lick, his eyes lidded as he tasted the dragon. Bi gave soft gasps each time the tiger's tongue ran over his nipples, enjoying the touches of the horny tiger. His eyes glanced down to watch the tiger's cock bounce and bob between his legs, already dripping precum onto the wooden bench.

Bisor's cock throbbed in his tight pants. He gave a slow grind of his hips forward to bump the hot bulge against Rod's chest to remind him of his purpose. Rod nodded, pulling back after finishing one more lick, leaving Bisor's scales glistening with saliva. He swallowed, staring down at the dragon's hidden cock before his hands shyly reached for his waistband. "Mn, good boy...Go on, aah, my dick needs to get out of those." Bisor said.

Rod gulped, starting to tug at the male's waistband. He could feel the heat coming off that huge cock and his fingers trembled more as he watched the fabric start to slide down Bisor's crotch. It wasn't like he was going to be surprised by the size of the male's cock. The way that the tight, sleek fabric wrapped over the dragon's rod left almost nothing to the imagination, especially with the wet spot and line forming at the male's tip.

"Y-you have a knot?" Rod froze up as the waistband passed the root of the dragon's fat cock. His eyes locked hungrily onto the wide base of the male's dick and he even let out an adorable little gasp as he revealed the base of Bisor's knot.

"Yeah, go on. Give it a squeeze, cutie." He said.

The tiger's teeth bit into his lip as he pulled the waistband down a little more. The whole of the dragon's swell spilled into the open. His jet black cock contrasted with the swollen, pink lips of his vent. The bulbous swell in the center of the male's long cock was still busy stealing Rod's attention, however, and one hand slipped from the waistband to caress that exotic shaft.

Rod swallowed as the cock jumped into his attention, the flex of the male's fat dick straining it out against his pants. The hot, stiff flesh pressed against his palm, flexing and pushing against him like another limb. Bisor was hungry for it, Rod realized. He was too.

"C'mon, hon...Let my dick out and give it a taste..." Bisor said, his soft whine quite unbecoming of his chiseled form.

Rod managed to nod, his fingers still squeezing around the knotted base of the dragon's thick cock. His other hand began again on the arduous journey of dragging the male's waistband down the stud's cock. His eyes traced hungrily over every inch of revealed shaft. His heart jumped like the waistband each time it bumped over the ridges along the dragon's cock.

He waited with bated breath as the waistband strained to hold in the head of the dragon's cock. The pointed tip tugged at the fabric each time the shaft throbbed in his palm. With one final tug, Bisor's cock leaped free of its prison.

Rod was glad that his hand was wrapped around the base of the male's cock. Had it been completely free, he had no doubt that the male's cock would have slapped his lights out. Even with the securing grasp, a thick strand of precum splattered across his cheek and the male's fat dick fought against his fingers. Each throb and flex from the male above him forced his fingers apart. Rod bit his lip as he stared down the barrel of the dragon's cock, turning his eyes up across the canyons and plateaus of the dragon's front to look at him.

Bisor groaned as he looked down at the pleading eyes of the kitten in front of him. His cock leaped against the male's fingers and thick strands of precum dripped down from his arrowhead tip. He had enough time for two thick drops of pre to drool from his tip and drip down across the tiger's thighs before he realized that the male was frozen with embarrassment.

Bisor decided he wasn't going to help. "Go ahead, honey. Give my dick a kiss, then we can hit the shower." He growled.

Bisor watched the inside of the tiger's ears go red. Rod squirmed, taking a long, slow breath to try to steady himself as his eyes fell back to the dragon's intimidating, ebony rod. He managed a gulp before finally breaking through his shyness, closing his eyes and leaning forward to press the dragon's tip against his lips.

The dragon's moan echoed through the locker room as his fat tip slipped into Rod's mouth. He grinned as he watched the tiger suckle and taste over his cock, but he halted on the first inch of the dragon. Bisor growled as that tongue prodded at the soft, sensitive head of his dick. His hands reached down, giving the tiger a short warning as his fingers stroked over the male's burning cheeks, before he yanked him forward, pressing his knot up against the tiger's soft lips.

Bisor let out a gasp of pleasure as his cock muffled Rod's moan in reply. The tiger's cock jumped up, stiffer than he'd ever been as the dragon's thick cock stuffed his maw. Each pulse of Bisor's cock drove it down against Rod's tongue, dripping pre to join the taste of the dragon's salty, post-workout cock.

Rod shivered against the fingers that clenched on his blushing cheeks and pinned one of his ears awkwardly against his skull. He couldn't help himself, though. His pounding heart and his stunned mind were both roaring too loudly to let his embarrassment keep taking over; Rod felt himself lean forward as he began to bob over the dragon's cock. Bisor groaned, opening his eyes to watch the tiger's lips press repeatedly against his knot. He raised an eyebrow as he felt his tip and more than a few inches of his dick slip into the tiger's throat. The bulge was visible on the outside, but his eyes were soon forced shut again as the tiger's strong tongue pressed and worked around his shaft and ran along his ridges.

Rod saw the impressed expression on the dragon's face and silently thanked his countless hours of practice sucking off his favorite toy. That thought alone, that each of those blushy hours of bobbing on his toy actually prepared him for something like this...Even that encouraged his embarrassment. The dragon's cock was so much better, though. It was so hot against his tongue, and the flesh gave a little more texture, and the taste...

He could suck on the male's cock for hours, and the minutes slipped away as he stretched his jaw around the dragon's cock. Bisor let soft moans escape his lips every so often as his shaft tingled and throbbed against the hot, slick top of the tiger's muzzle. Each time his fat tip slipped into Rod's throat it teased an eager groan out of Bisor's lips. He was content to enjoy the blowjob until the tiger's chin was soaked with saliva, giving one more slow press forward to stuff every inch of his shaft into that warm, welcoming muzzle and into the tiger's throat.

Rod looked up, his ears red as his gaze met the dragon's. Bisor's cock throbbed in his muzzle and the taste of precum filled his muzzle, but Bisor took his time pulling back to slip his glistening cock from Rod's muzzle. He had to hold Rod's head back as he pushed back, his mouth open as he didn't seem to be done with Bisor's cock yet. "Careful, honey. I want to cum when you're pounding me." He said.

Rod gasped and nodded, blushing deeply as he realized how slutty he must look. He squirmed in place before standing up, his hands drifting nervously back down to his crotch to try to cover his rock-hard cock. Bisor didn't seem bothered by his cock, the thick shaft throbbing in front of him and even dripping onto the floor as he moved.

The poor tiger would have looked terrified if Bisor couldn't see his fingers moving to play with his throbbing erection while he waited. Bisor turned and grabbed a towel and his soap, making sure to keep his tail lifted as he closed his locker.

Surprisingly, he felt a pair of warm hands close around his cheeks. He halted for a moment, resting his hands inside of his locker as Rod's hands groped along his firm, chiseled cheeks. He held still, trying not to scare off the shy creature as he explored his ass. He gave a slight flex of his cheeks and smirked as he heard a slight gasp from behind him. Rod's hands fondled along the male's cheeks for a little longer before he felt the tiger grow a hair bolder.

Bisor let out a playful moan as Rod's fingers dipped between his cheeks. He felt the male feeling in until a digit pressed against his hole. The pad of the tiger's finger was comparatively cool against the heat of Bisor's body. The pink drake glanced back over his shoulder, catching a view of the tiger staring, mouth agape, as he watched his finger dent the dragon's pucker. Bisor enjoyed the inexperienced touches for a few more moments as Rod prodded at his warm hole. "Mn, it'll feel even better around your cock, hon."

He heard Rod actually whimper in reply. Bisor giggled as he felt those hands pull back and he turned to see the shy tiger, covering his crotch with his hands, looking nervously around the locker room as he stood there naked. There was some rustling from the other side of the room that made Rod's ears flick, but Bisor didn't seem to mind his nudity. His thick cock throbbed in front of him, completely stiff as he led the way towards the shower.

Rod shuffled after him, peeking around the locker room as they moved. He scooted across the gap from the lockers to the showers, his shoulders lowered as he bent down to sprint across the gap. Bisor, however, strode along as if he were on a casual stroll. He kept his long stride and slow pace, his thick cock bobbing as he walked. A droplet of pre glistened on his tip as he grinned at the sneaking tiger, leading the way right into one of the shower stalls.

There were walls on this one, but there was no hint of a curtain. It was part of the reason that Rod tended to spend a lot of time in the locker room but always showered at home--he couldn't keep his eyes off the naked studs glistening under the water. He had always managed to catch shy glances and he didn't think he'd been caught yet...but considering Bisor's cavalier attitude, Rod suddenly wondered if his pervy, slack-jawed stares had been caught far more often than he'd thought...and the studs didn't care.

That thought alone was enough to make his hands desperately clutch his cock to attempt to hide his thick member, start to work and squeeze along his dick. He was so distracted by his thoughts he almost yelped when Bisor turned on the water. He looked up to admire the dragon's bright form, beads of glistening water already collecting onto rivulets to pour off his strong muscles.

Gods, he was gorgeous. The male's strong back flexed, showing off each individual muscle under his scales as he reached up towards the ceiling of the shower stall. His ass was so toned it was nearly a square when he clenched and the base of his thick tail lifted, the rest of the limb curving around to frame his rump for Rod's view. With that cock, too--Bisor had to at least be a model, he thought! Maybe, maybe even... "Y-you should be in porn, w-wow," Rod mumbled.

Bisor turned his head, giving him a grin from the side. "Oh, you are in for a treat, honey. I'll send you some links." He said, "Didn't you read the gym's contract?"

Rod blinked a few times. "I, but...Y-you mean..."

Bisor chuckled, reaching back to give his ass a sharp slap. The echoing noise made Rod go silent, except for a whimper, as the stud kneaded his muscular ass. Rod shivered as that hand withdrew, leaving the barest hint of a red print over the dragon's cheek. "C'mon, honey. Give my ass a try." He said.

Rod swallowed and nodded, squirming as he stepped forward. He shyly released his finger-formed codpiece, blushing even brighter as he found himself standing naked behind the willing dragon. He stepped up and gave the dragon's ass another smack, teasing a little coo and a flex from the drake. Bisor pressed his ass back into that hand, unable to keep his tongue in his mouth as the light, stinging sensation tingled over his cheek. "What's the matter, honey? That all you got in you?" He asked.

Rod squirmed, swallowing as he groped that ass a few more times before giving the male's ass another swat, as hard as he could. He yelped and yanked his hand back, shaking the tingling out of it, interrupting the dragon's light moan. Bisor wagged his ass again, sliding his forearms down the tiles of the shower's wall to press his ass back towards the tiger. Rod blushed, finally stepping forward to press his hips against the dragon's own. "S-sorry, it's just..." Rod started.

Rod's sentence trailed off as he looked down. His tip poked up against the dragon's thick tail base. His tip squished against the muscular limb, spreading a little pre over the male's wet, glistening scales. He felt the heat of the dragon's cheeks against his cock. In the position he was in, he even felt the dragon's sac resting against his own. Rod's thick cock ached against the dragon's ass, begging for the tiger's pounding heart to control itself enough to finally gather the courage to do this. Rod's hands reached down, slowly and carefully grasping the curve of the dragon's lower back. Strong abs flexed under his fingers and the dragon's back shifted, showing off the male's thick muscle in a way that was so much more intimate than the voyeuristic glances that he had enjoyed so far. "Just...Just that I've never done this before." He admitted.

Rod's face burned in embarrassment in direct proportion to the size of the grin that spread over Bisor's face. The dragon arched his back, giving a teasing moan as his back flexed and he ground his hips back. Rod's horny, shivering moan echoed much louder while that fine rump ground his cock back between those sleek cheeks and his own belly. "Mn, what luck! Come on then, honey. Go ahead, just do what feels natural." He says.

Rod shivered and nodded, starting to hump against the dragon's rump. His cock slid smoothly between those cheeks, and each time his tip dipped down into that hot cleft another tingle of pleasure shot up his whole front. Bisor was happy to let the inexperienced male play for a while. It was refreshing from the awkward angles and positions that he was used to. There was an honesty, something more genuine about it. It wasn't like porn sex was perfect--It was as far from fun, carnal pleasure as a twinkie was from pound cake covered in juicy strawberries.

Rod continued to grind and work against the dragon's rump, shivering each time his tip breached the dragon's muscular ass and pressed against his belly and the streams of hot water pouring over the dragon's back. Finally, with a little goading from the dragon's hips, pulled back enough to let his tip rest against the dragon's entrance. That warm vent clenched against the tiger's cock and made the male shiver as he pressed forward to grind against the dragon's entrance. "G-Gods, you're so warm..." Rod mumbled behind him.

Bisor grinned, grinding back. He felt the male's tip squishing against his hot, clenching hole. He took a few long breaths as the tiger's trembling fingers dug into his hips, relaxing his hole until the tiger's cock threatened to breach him. Bisor halted there, however, forcing the tiger to do it himself.

Rod gasped, hoping the noise was cloaked by the sound of water. His cock twitched and flexed against the dragon's entrance, but Rod was left paralyzed, staring at the view of his cock, the tip disappeared between the male's perfect, muscular cheeks. Bisor gave a throaty growl, leaning down a little more along the wall as he glanced back at the frozen tiger. "Come on, kitten. Stuff me with that thick cock of yours. I don't bite unless you ask." He said.

Rod nodded, giving a soft whimper as he finally leaned in and pressed himself into the dragon's ass. The whine immediately transformed into a choked moan as the dragon's rump spread around his thick tip. He looked down to watch his shaft, his jaw dropping a little more with every inch that sunk into the dragon's rump.

It wasn't more than a few seconds before Rod's hips met the dragon's toned ass. Bisor moaned as he clenched around the tiger's thick cock; the shy male was more than even he'd bargained for. The length was what he'd expected, but Rod was thick and had gained the last of his hardness as he was pressing into the male. The dragon's dick bounced in front of him, his crotch tensing as the tiger's fat cock pressed against his prostate.

The feline's cock pulled back almost as slowly as he'd pushed it in. Bisor waited until he felt the male's tip tug at his hole before he clenched , teasing a hiss out of rod's clenched teeth. Rod's fingers dug callously into the dragon's muscular hips and it seemed the only thing keeping them from trembling was the fact that his knuckles were white with his grip. "Ooh, Rod...Fuck me, as hard as you can!" Bisor groaned.

Rod's gulp was, thankfully, muted by the rushing water above them. His virginity was long gone now, but the hot tunnel clenching around his shaft distracted him almost immediately from the thought. Each time that he pulled back, tingles of pleasure shot up his spine when his tip dragged along the tightest portion of the dragon's tunnel. "Y-you're so hot inside..." Rod mumbled.

A wide grin stretched across Bisor's face in reply and he bent down a little more. Rod hissed as it gave him an even better angle and he sunk in enough to finally press his nuts against the dragon's sac. "C'mon, honey. It'll be even hotter when you're reaming me. Don't go easy, pound me as hard as you can!" Bisor growled.

"W-won't it hurt you?" Rod said.

"I've had plenty of practice, hon. Give it to me!" Bisor replied.

His head bobbed, but the fact that Bisor couldn't see the motion didn't even cross Rod's mind. He didn't need to, however, not as Rod pulled back and gave a faster, exploratory shove into Bisor's ass. His cheeks reddened again as Bisor gave a loud moan that echoed through the showers. His gasp was almost inaudible compared to the male's needy noise, but his shuddering gasp as he slammed back in again echoed the dragon's moan. He could feel himself losing control as his thick cock sank into the dragon's ass again and again.

Neither of them seemed to mind as Rod's thrusts became more and more bestial. Rod's horse panting made the shower's steam swirl around them and Bisor's eager moans echoed in time with each sharp smack of their hips meeting. The dragon's cheek was pressed against the cool tile of the stall, moving up and down with each thrust. The rhythm of their nuts smacking together only sped up as Rod's panting turned needier and needier and Bisor's moans turned from his well-practiced, slutty moans to beastial whimpers and gasps of pure desire.

Precum splashed over the tile in front of Bisor's hips, dripping down the moisture-spotted wall each time his tip pressed into it. His hips moved against Rod's motions, the dragon careful to keep Rod inside of him each time he pulled back but still make damn sure that he got every inch of the virgin male's thick dick. Rod only slipped out a handful of times, each time accompanied with a frustrated grunt. His hand reached down to immediately wrap around his cock and slide it back into place, wasting no time resuming his needy thrusts.

Rod was only worried that he was taking too long and his pounding was turning into a detriment. Impressed by the tiger's stamina, however, Bisor kept bucking back. His knees were trembling a little. He was starting to feel his peak coming. Considering the stain of precum dripping down the wall in front of him, his experience was the only thing keeping him from cumming so far.

The anxiety of taking so long, paradoxically, held Rod's orgasm back for the last few long minutes of pounding hips and shivering gasps. Yet, he felt tension and heat building in his loins and knew he wasn't far away. Bisor's ass kept clenching around his cock. Each time his tip slid from the tight entrance to deep inside of the dragon's heat, Rod felt his orgasm edge on bit by bit. It would only be a few more moments before... "B-Bi...I'm gonna-" Rod managed.

An echoing moan of pleasure had cut him. Bisor's mouth was open against the tile and his tongue hung from the side of his jaws as his whole body tensed up. His tunnel clenched down spastically around Rod's cock and his thick cock pumped shot after shot of hot cum over the tile in front of him. Rod shuddered, unable to hold back as he slammed in.

His knees trembled and his fingers bit into the dragon's hips as he tried to keep himself from falling over. It was a whole different kind of pleasure to masturbation or even his fleshlight; with each pump of hot cum into the stud, Rod's whole body jerked in pleasure. His chin turned up, gasping like a fish in the humid air as he emptied every last drop of his seed into the dragon.

Pleasure flooded along his spine as Rod's cock finally came to a stop, still twitching inside of the clenching rump of the dragon. He glanced around Bisor to watch a huge puddle of seed drip down the tile in front of him, only hastened by the humid air and splashing water. Bisor panted in front of him, giving another soft moan as he clenched around Rod's slowly-softening cock, causing another shot of pleasure along Rod's spine.

Their panting and gasping tapered off to leave the crash of the shower as the only noise echoing in the room. Rod glanced down, biting his lower lip as he pulled back, his eyes drinking in the sight of his cock pulling free of the dragon's ass. He even let out a little whimper as he watched thick seed drip from the male's used hole...His seed. "Mn, I can feel it inside of me, Rod. You cum a lot, especially for a virgin." Bisor said, straightening up with a grin.

Red spread up to the tips of Rod's ears, leaving him unable to answer besides a small nod. Bisor turned, one arm up behind his head and the other stroking his half-hard cock, sliding a finger over the tip to swipe a thick droplet of pre from it. With a smirk, he pulled it up to slide his finger into his mouth, sucking it like he would a candy. "Well, not so much virgin anymore, I suppose. Mn...So, Rod..." He said.

"Y-yeah?" Rod replied, with a gulp.

"I usually work out during the day. Wanna join me tomorrow for another workout and a shower?" He said.

"D-during the day? L-like this?" Rod asked, glancing between them.

Bisor reached forward, his hands tracing along the tiger's sides. He groped along them, bringing the male in belly-to-abs, his warm, half-hard cock mashing against Rod's own re-stiffening shaft. In reply, Bisor only grinned wide.