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Ahhhhh, fuck that felt good!

Stretching upward, I lifted my arms above my head to feel the aching muscles begin to slowly start to limber up. It was a fantastic day. One of those bright and absolutely scorching days that allowed no one a pass; including myself.

I was a hot, sweaty mess. My plain white t-shirt was soaked almost to the point of transparency and the water that I had dumped out of my water bottle onto myself definitely did not help. My royal blue scales shimmered like jewels in the summer sun. The stretching helped show off each curve and bulge in my muscle that I had built last spring and winter. God, bulking felt so good, but the cut is where the magic happened!

And wow, did it help turn heads during my jogs.

So, why do I love days where you can see that weird shimmering off the asphalt because it is so damn hot you might ask? Well, because dudes. Big, sweaty, daddy dudes that love to show it all off! Shirtless daddies, tank top daddies, commando daddies with their dicks flopping about in those short-shorts, and actual daddies who look so cute pushing a stroller.

My dear reader, I just love them all.

Now, I definitely don't discriminate when it comes to men. I love chubby men and skinny men, but there is something about the raw masculinity of a guy who could crush you with his thighs if he so chooses and I had the hots for one particular one this afternoon.

He was a dragon like myself, but without the pesky head horns that could get caught easily in a tee shirt and he was buff. Like, workout every day for at least 2 hours and eat right kinda buff. Now, I would consider myself to be more of an otter....which is weird to call myself that because I am a dragon, but I digress.

But this dude was definitely a muscle bear. He had the chunkiness of a regular bearish dude, but definitely more trimmed down and that hair! I just love a dragon with fur! So nice to think about snuggling against it.

The tanktop that he wore yesterday just showed the line that cut through his pecs while his back and ass were easily seen past the baggy and clearly well-loved tanktop and the very short and colorful array of skimpy shorts he picked out. They barely covered the lower part of his thighs and were so low cut, I was just waiting for his cock to pop out of one of the legs! God, wouldn't that be a sight to see....

But I needed to focus. I needed to stretch after my 3.0 mile jog and just hope that he shows up to that bench that was right across the street just like he has for the past 3 days. I had my little spot across from the simple park bench. Nothing was really around besides a small cabin looking thing which served as the restrooms so it was a fairly remote area and he knew it, too. He liked to be alone when he finished his own round through the park. We always cross paths somewhere in the middle and we both had a similar pace. The curt little nod he gave was just so polite that I just had to look away. If he knew what was going on in my head of what I would want to do to him, I don't think he would ever jog at the park again.

Or maybe he would. God, I sure hope his thoughts lined up with mine.

I continued my stretching, checking my watch to see it was 4:00 pm on the dot. He would be near the bench any minute now and I would get my fill for the day of furry dragon daddy.

And sure enough, he came jogging up over the hill. His paws gave a rhythmic pitter patter on the sidewalk and I could hear him panting as he made it to the hill. Damn, he was a fucking sight to behold. I almost forgot to continue stretching my quads when I saw the sweaty hunk of a man make his way over to the park bench. My eyeballs took everything in; from him peeling off his tank top to how the bulge in his salmon pink neon shorts wobbled in the white trimmed pouch when he used the bench to balance himself to stretch.

The fur on his body was well maintained which only showed off the thickest and most mouth watering parts of himself in full, graphic detail. I looked like one of those opera attendees, but without the small, adorable binoculars and the grace and fitness to be attending such a high class establishment.

The fact that the huge dragon took his water bottle, pointed it at his naked chest and gave it a spray was foreshadowing for what I wanted to do on those mounds of muscle. I was jealous of each water droplet that got the chance to skate across his abs and over that delicious bulge and.....

Oh....oh no...

The pink shorts were almost transparent thanks to the water and I could just make out the fact that he was an uncut dragon daddy who seemed very unperturbed that his shorts were now giving me an almost full view of what he was packing. My mind raced to fill in the blanks and I moved to a simple touch-the-toes stretch as I tried to get a look at his fuzzy balls.

Hmm, no dice for that one.

But still, he was practically rubbing his muscles as he was stretching and when he turned his back to do those quad stretches, I was practically lost in those curves and how his ass flexed when he pulled his leg back and his tail flicked. He was as cute as he was curvy and the hot environment was just making me way, way too horny for my own good.

Speaking of horny, I did mention his horns, but I neglected to mention they were glistening just as much as the sweat on his body. He obviously kept them in tip top shape. Must be he uses horn butter or whatever.

"Hey!" he shouted over.

Wait...wait who was he shouting at? I was immediately knocked out of my stupor when he was waving me down.

"Can you help me with somethin'?"

He was talking to me. Oh my word, I just hit the jackpot! Maybe there was a God? Oooo, maybe he was looking out for gay dudes like me! I practically squealed as I ran over, not even caring that my erection bobbed and hopped in my shorts which practically doubled as underwear since I wore them commando.

And what was that accent? It sounded so husky and...

"Hey, I see you stretching and jogging so I thought I would get ya to help me out. You are practically only guy who run like me," he said in what I could only assume was a heavy Russian accent which practically rumbled down my spine and melted into my very soul.

"Name's Brian by the way. And yours, little one?" he continued with a warm, playful smirk that pulled at each of my heartstrings.

I ignored the obviously patronizing tone behind "little one" for the one fact that the phrase went straight to my cock along with the fact that I highly doubt his name was Brian and probably something long and hard to pronounce

My tail was wagging ever so slightly as I tried to hold back my excitement. "Mine is Holden, but-"

He cut me off with a loud laugh. "Holden! That is so cute...like your tail wag! You are like cute puppy!"

He was definitely flirting and I was definitely into it if my deep, red blush did not give it away. He gave another booming laugh. This was everything I had ever wanted out of life and then some. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up easily without a moment's notice and I was too stunned to even realize it as he inspected my form with an appraiser's gaze.

"Hmmm, you are heavy for size...."

I really hope he did not glance at my cock between my legs because it was inches away from bursting through the waistband on my shorts. He placed me back down and nodded. "Yes, you will do. I do sit ups now and you stand on shoes for weight."

Ahh, so that was the plan.

I was all for it!

The fact that he was hot also made me discount the fact that he was telling me what to do as if he was my superior, but at that point he could be whatever he wanted to be and I would happily oblige.

When he laid down on the soft grass, his muscles bulging as he took long breaths in and put his hands behind his head, I thought I would die. He had the perfect mixture between muscle and soft fat and he smelled amazing. I could catch whiffs of that wonderful after-jog musk and it was just enough to make me want more. All of it was, embarrassingly, going straight down into my shorts.

"Alright, you stand on paws now. But not too hard, little one!" he said with that charming smirk and a laugh that made his pectorals bounce just a little bit. Those perky black nipples stood out on the mounds of muscle and I just wanted to dive into his chest and give him the gayest Midwestern welcome I could muster.

"O-okay!" I managed to muster out as he had the audacity to put his hands behind his head. Fuck his confidence and fuck that body of his! No, I mean literally dear reader! Like please fuck that body so I can watch every detail and get an idea of what he was packing because those shorts were just not covering anything whatsoever. If he was packing a log in there and told me so, I would absolutely have believed him.

Walking on over to his planted paws and I did as I was told, standing on just the ends of them and not straight up on the middle of his foot. He grinned and I swear to god told a specific bead of sweat to flow straight down his treasure trail of fluff he had and right into those shorts. I stared straight at his waistband and watched it closely. He clearly took notice and gave a small smile.

"You concentrate now, little one," he practically purred as he started his routine. Up and down and up and down....and I had to bite my lip each time he flexed those beautiful muscles. I did not even register the fact that he was telling me to concentrate because I was too busy concentrating. Albeit probably not on what he exactly wanted me to concentrate on, but I don't think he TRULY minded.

With each sit up, his muzzle got very close to my erection. So close in fact, that I could feel his warm breath tickle the lower part of my abs and waist. It was such a teasing move and I could tell he was smelling something by the way his nostrils flared. I think I was probably planting gay thoughts in his head. Or maybe they were already there...but who cares! .

"So, I see you at park quite a bit. You have good body," he casually dropped as he did his twentieth situp.

"Thanks!" I replied quickly, the fact that he complimented me breaking me out of my stupor. "I try to do at least a bit of cardio."

"I bet you do...." he mused, the smirk across his face showing those white fangs. Ooooo! You know the part where the hyenas in the Lion King get shivers when they say "Mufasa?" I was getting those exact same shivers at that very moment.

"I see you here a lot, you know," he continued as his face started to get closer to my bulge ever so slightly. "I can smell...like dragon, too...."

Oh shit....

What did he mean by that? If only I had it figured out at that time.

"Uhhh...."

He gave a chuckle, his hands suddenly coming up from behind his head and grabbing the waistband of my shorts.

"UHHH...."

"Relax...just take a deep breath, little one," he mused as I stood still as a statue and his back began to lower back down to the ground...along with my shorts as he gave them a fairly rough tug downward.

"Oh fuck..." I whispered as I looked back and forth with a deep, red blush.

"No one is around," Brian said with that same delicious rumble to his voice. "Just allow me to finish my reps and watch that delicious cock flop about."

Did he just call my cock delicious? Well, no matter. I was too stunned to say a word.

I continued to look back and forth as my shorts dropped to my ankles. My ass and very erect cock were on full display and his muzzle was mere inches away from engulfing it at any point. This was definitely my gay exhibitionist wet dream and someone needed to pinch me to wake me up.

But luckily, no one ever did.

He continued to do situps as if he didn't just erotically de-pants me in a public park. My mind was reeling at me to pull them back up! I had a reputation at work and if word got around that I got arrested for public indecency, I would be screwed more than what I'm sure this Russian hunk had planned for me.

Fuck, I wanted him so bad though. That accent and those muscles and the way his warm breath tickled the tip of my cock with each situp. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he began to speak.

"I've noticed your looks. I've seen the way you watch and the fact that you wear no underwear....mmmm, that's a big, as you say, 'no no' isn't it?"

I nodded like the dumb dragon himbo I was. My body was stiff and everything was flexing but I still carried through with my original job which was to stand on his paws. He probably didn't know which part I was affirming but he did not care because my erection said it all. Admittedly, it was nice to feel a cool breeze on my balls and I wasn't lacking in any department so I didn't feel any shame there, but this was all so new and going by so fast!

"Good boy," he said simply. "One more situp and I'll give you a reward for all your hard work."

My heart was beating as hard as my cock was throbbing so whatever reward he was talking about was getting me all a flutter. I briefly looked down to see his own member was super erect between his legs and he was enjoying his teasing.

Then I felt something warm and tight wrapping around my cock. I had to stifle a moan when I looked down to see him sitting up but a very royal blue muzzle with almost glowing green eyes were looking up at me affectionately and my cock had done a magic trick and mysteriously disappeared.

I had to bite my cheek just a bit to make sure I didn't yell out in sexual bliss when his tongue wrapped around my cock and my balls bumped right up against his chin. There is nothing like hilting inside of a guy in any of the two holes and Brian knew what he was doing.

"Oh fuck...." I hissed as Brian began to move his muzzle. The wet and sloppy sounds of him bobbing his head on my cock didn't seem to bother him and it sure was a turn on for me. The fact that we were in public and that anyone could see us getting our fill was a kink I didn't know I had but it was a miracle that no one had heard me thinking back on it.

His paws moved to my ass, kneading it like dough before gripping it dominantly and he started to really go to town on my cock. I stepped forward and spread my legs out while he brought his legs back behind himself in a quick adjustment to get himself in more of a kneeling position.

His eyes flicked upwards towards his horns and I could read his mind. I wrapped my hands around them and he gave a low rumble in response which vibrated right up my dick and through my spine. I had found a spot he liked and he had the best way of showing his appreciation. Lovely.

Up and down he went on my cock, my balls and scales of my groin now having a bit of a shine to them as his saliva cleaned off the sweat on them. Our combined musk was growing; however, and I caught a whiff of our stench. I knew that anyone close by could definitely smell what was going on if they couldn't hear it and that was even better.

He sucked on my cock like he was going for my soul and I could feel my orgasm fast approaching. I gave some light thrusts forward which got another rumble of approval and gave me some positive reinforcement to continue rolling my hips.

White hot heat began to bubble up in my balls and tingles started to shoot through my body. My muscles began to flex and I started to shake slightly. I choked it up to the fact I had jogged three miles but he would argue that it was because he gave such good head that day.

"Uhhhghh....nnngh....guhgh..."

No one said sex brought out the best sounds, but it brought out the most wonderful sounds. Everyone who had heard the mistake of porn being played through speakers knew exactly what the moaning and groaning of the people on screen wasn't because they were being murdered.

The dragon daddy knew I was reaching my sweet climax and only sucked harder. His hands moved away from my ass and one moved towards my left nipple and the other moved right towards my balls. He got me right then and I couldn't help but give him one quick word of warning before I unleashed as much cum my balls could.

My nuts practically bounced and flexed as I came and he took it all in. No complaints, no pats on my ass or thigh to get me to stop...and strangely no gulping...

"Whew....that was amazing, sir-WHOA!"

He manhandled me...again! His hands found my hips and simply pulled me forward right towards his muzzle and he had that cum-eatting grin right on his face as he lined my ass right up with his mouth. I was about to express my complaints at being practically picked up for the second time that day, but my complaints were quickly muffled when a cum covered tongue launched itself right into my hole.

Now, there're many ways a gentleman could react to getting his ass eaten but from my position practically perpendicular to a VERY hungry dragon who didn't care that he was sloppily diving into me with his long, lovely, thick....oooooo.....

Sorry, I spaced out again.

Umm, where was I?

Oh right, ass eating!

Fuck, I was practically mewling like a kitten as his tongue did things in me that I never knew I could experience. The cum that he had stored was soaking my hole and I knew exactly what he wanted and fuck was I all for it!

His tongue continued to lick and probe and I realized that the popping and squelching and tomfoolery that was going down on my backdoor had me hard once again even though I thought I pumped everything I had into this stud. The sounds he was making weren't disgust or quiet either, but he was loving it. To this day, the one thing that he says that he is, is an ass man and I believe wholeheartedly of that.

Finally, with a slick pop that would make anyone blush, he popped out of my hole and I was a leaking mess. I realized I had practically cum halfway on the ground just past him. He had sprawled himself out on the grass and I did not even realize I was practically squatting over his face. His tongue was that good!

When he pulled away, he was a hot mess. I mean that in the most affectionate way. He was panting like a feral beast, his arousal taking over his body as he, once again, lifted me up off of him and lined me perfectly up with his cock. That uncut monster had somehow been pulled out of his shorts during our "exercise." It was practically begging to be pushed into something tight.

"You ready for a ride, little one? I lubed you up nice," Brian growled as he held onto my hips, his cocktip pushed right up against my hole.

I gave a long whine, my body needing to be filled with something and if that had to be hard dragon cock then so be it! I was willing to be a willing sacrifice!

"Good boy," he cooed. "Ooooo, such a tight, good boy slut."

"Yes sir," I moaned as he rolled his hips and the head of his cock popped in very easily. His tongue was the right tool for the job and spread me out nicely. Better than my fingers and certainly better than just taking him dry and without prep.

He continued to force me down, letting me adjust little by little and more and more of his cock disappeared further inside of me. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing and swore I could also feel the pre cum that he was squirting up in me, too. Although there was a tiny bit of pain, the pleasure was mind numbing. He filled me to the brim and my prostate was snuggled right up against his shaft.

"Such a good boy," he continued to purr as he moved his hands to my ass instead of my hips and allowed me to ride at my own pace. "So tight and ready for daddy's cock."

I did not know I needed to hear those words spoken in a sultry Russian accent, but that was probably why I married him. And the fact that the morning after cuddles and breakfast sealed it.

I was a wreck. Moaning, groaning, whimpering, and begging wreck as I took him straight down to the hilt. I didn't even realize he was fully in until his balls rubbed right up against my ass and my cock sat snuggly in his abs.

He gave that confident smile, but there was a flash of concern. "You okay? I don't think anyone has taken all of me before."

"Oh fuck....don't you fucking pull out..."

"Point taken."

He started to roll his hips and I relaxed my hole. I knew if I tensed up that I wouldn't be able to go anywhere and just enjoyed the way his dick briefly pushed right up as high as it would go into me before retreating back down just a little bit. When he noticed my cock was throbbing and pre was spraying out a record rate he immediately stopped and I was about to turn into an angry, bratty bottom.

"Wha-wha- are you...?"

"No, no, no. Good boys only cum when I do."

"B-but-"

"Ride, little one."

He stared me down with that piercing gaze and I gave a huff. Fine, if he wanted a ride then I would give him one!

I started to move my hips, rolling them and his eyes told me everything. Especially when they nearly rolled back in his head. He had to keep his composure, but I was ready to get the cracks in it out and open.

When I started to get some leverage and plop back down on his cock, the slap of his hips against my rump was electrifying. My tail was lifted as high as it would go in the position and although my legs burned, I loved the way drool was starting to form in the corner of his mouth.

His hips started to rise up to meet my movements and soon we were in sync. I brought my arms back behind me to plant them on the ground and leaned back. I lifted my head up and gave a joyful growl as he thrusted upward. Our thrusts were beginning to get erratic and I knew that the end was coming for our little public sexcapade.

Hips against ass, balls against ass, and most importantly against his soft fur. My cock was making a mess of it and I could feel those electric sparks shooting through me. It was like white hot fire was injected into my veins and I felt like I could run another 3 miles! The cum that he had pushed into my ass was only adding to the sounds of our sex and making a nice sloppy squishy noise that highlighted when he thrusted all the way into me.

"R-ready for my cum, boy?" he moaned as his paws dug into my ass once again. "Gonna fill you up..."

"Yes sir!" I moaned as I slammed down as hard as I could on his cock and made sure to squeeze around it. "Please give me your load!"

"Good boy..such a.good boy...good boy....UGH!"

With one final thrust and a roar that shook me to my core, I felt his cock unleash what I had assumed was a river inside of me. Hot, virile dragon cum poured into me and it was like being dipped in one of those fondue bowls. It flooded my guts and poured out my ass and down the back of my balls. Since I was still riding him wildly, it made quite a mess of his crotch and only added to the sweet smells and sounds.

I reached my second climax of the night when I brought my hips back down onto his spire of a cock and my voice was ripped from my body. My first hands free orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. It was like an angel from gay heaven came down and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

Brian laughed joyously when I gave a long moan and came right over his chest and abs. Seven glorious shots of pure pleasure streaked across him and he even got some right on his muzzle as a tip.

We both were left sweating, panting messes. I collapsed on his chest and he simply stroked my back affectionately. We locked eyes for just a few seconds before he gave a smile and kissed me passionately. I returned the favor ten-fold.

When we finally broke our make out session, he still had that smug look on his face. "I figured some protein would help ease strain of muscle mass and..."

"Shut up," I chuckled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "God....wow...."

"Mmmm....yes. Wow indeed."

So, that's that. Really, nothing else happened that day besides hailing a taxi, cleaning up, and a shit ton of sex at his place. Like so much so that we had to get special extra powerful sprays for his bedroom.

And then a couple of years later; marriage.

Hot fucking during the honeymoon of course.

But it's not ALL fucking and sex. Sometimes, it's DnD, doing our little cooking extravaganzas, AND THEN sex. We aren't horny all the time, you pervs!

So, why did I bother writing all of this down in my ADULT blog? Well, maybe you might get lucky finding a hot daddy sometime if you take up the hobby of jogging...and getting that good stretching in!

Until next time, my dear reader!