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After every other lap, Artur glanced at the dragon. Normally, nobody else swam this time of night. He'd almost wanted to protest when the dragon came in. This was his lone wolf time, his solitary vacation from the rest of his life.

He didn't, of course. Artur knew how a gym membership worked. Besides, he'd only embarrass himself. The dragon looked far more athletic than he'd ever been. He was comfortable enough here he hadn't even given Artur a nod of acknowledgment, just walked up with a jockstrap and tank top and dove right in. That wasn't exactly allowed swimwear, but if Artur knew one thing it was how to stay in his lane.

He had first found the all night gym when he was still working the evening shift. That was years ago but he still kept up the habit of midnight swims. Good exercise, sure, but they were more than that. They were an hour where things were calm and quiet and dark. The gym didn't even play their usual music in the pool, so it was just him, the gentle splashing of his paws in the water, and the tall, dark windows to the street outside. Not even the scents of the earlier visitors had a strong presence over the chlorine. No emails, no increasingly awkward relationship with Sarah. Just him.

And, now, this dragon.

When he touched the side again Artur looked over at him. He tried to stay in shape, but the moment the dragon had come in he'd felt a bit puny. The other man was built up like a bodybuilder, and had enough of a scent that even from several lanes away in an overchlorinated pool Artur caught a whiff of him.

He looked away and swam another lap, but this time his own slowness suddenly frustrated him. A few lanes away, he saw the dragon had nearly finished two in that time. He moved so gracefully in the water, those muscles pushing him with a speed Artur wouldn't have expected from that sort of bulk.

He looked away, reprimanding himself. He needed to focus on his own workout. So what if he wasn't alone. This was hardly the first time other people had come in late at night. Besides, why even watch another man? He knew what he liked.

He was looking at the dragon again.

The dragon was peeling off his shirt.

He was beautiful.

Stark black scales covered bulging muscles. Where the cheap fluorescent lights hit him at just the right angle they illuminated iridescent purple highlights, shimmering and perfectly highlighting his form. Artur's eyes dropped, but to his frustration the dragon's lower half was hidden by the water's reflections.

Unnoticing or uncaring about his audience, the dragon tossed the shirt onto the poolside and kicked off for another lap. Artur smiled as he caught a glimpse of his bare ass between the water and his tail. Thick, muscular, like the rest of him.

But the dragon was already moving away and his shirt was just…right there. Discarded. Artur had barely started to think about his decision before his body had already made it.

Just one whiff, he thought as he ducked under a divider. Just a quick sniff. Put those lupine senses to use. Then he'd put it back. That was all. The dragon would never know.

This wasn't normal, was it? Sarah would…well, whatever. She'd get it. It was fine. Nothing wrong with appreciating another man, that's all. He suddenly felt like a teenager again, trying to smell the pretty girls in class. He hadn't done anything like this in years.

He ducked under another divider and suddenly there it was. A dull, pink, crumpled up mess of cheap wet cotton. It was like gold.

He should stop. He knew he should stop. He practically smashed the shirt into his nose and let the dragon's scent fill his lungs. It was pure sex and masculinity. His cock was so hard it hurt. One touch and he'd cum for sure. Somehow, the desire to touch himself just wasn't there. Only one penis mattered right now.

He leaned against the side of the pool, clutching the fabric close, taking breath after breath. Half formed thoughts floated through his mind, too primal to form into anything coherent. This was better than his girlfriend in heat. It was better than anything he'd ever imagined. Another breath, another breath, slower, deeper. Eventually, he opened his eyes again.

The dragon was looking at him.

He was sitting on the edge of the pool, feet in the water, legs spread. For the first time Artur had a clear look at his entire body. His eyes dropped down, fixating on the jockstrap. The real thing.

The bulge was huge. Of course it was! Even from across the pool, Artur could see the size. Imagining was inside made his breath catch and his tail wag behind him. More than anything, more than air, he needed to see that penis. He needed to see it, smell it, touch it, taste it.

No part of him realized he was coming closer. His eyes, his total attention, was fixated on that bulge. It grew larger and larger in his vision, the once subtle scent growing into a heady musk. He was gonna smell it. Halfway across, he could see the contours of the dragon's cock and balls. From how tightly the fabric clung to them, the jockstrap must have been at least a size too small.

The dragon was growing more aroused. Slowly, his shaft pushed the fabric out and away from his body. For a moment the elastic waistband caught the tip and held it down back, pulling the cock into a downward curve, but Artur barely had time to appreciate the small glimpse it afforded him before the dragon grabbed his waistband and pulled it down.

Just the sight of that penis made Artur's cock throb and shoot, filling his swim trunks with seed. He didn't notice, and the dragon didn't care. That penis. That penis. It was beautiful. Perfect. Please. Please. Please.

When the wolf's thoughts turned into needy babbling Victor, the dragon, rolled his eyes. He had hoped that showing up late would help him avoid attention. His cock was a powerful weapon, and it had already broken three brains that day.

Still, it's not like he wouldn't enjoy a fourth.

“Worship it, boy." The wolf immediately dove onto his cock, slurping and licking like a starving man. Untalented, unpracticed, but he rarely got lucky enough to pull in experienced cocksuckers. “By the time I cum your brains out I'll have thought of a new life for you."