The sauna was almost empty when I entered, just one human guy who glanced up, then quickly away. He seemed awfully shy for someone in a bathhouse. Pretending I didn’t see him, I took a seat on the top bench, spreading my legs comfortably wide as the moist heat engulfed me. Sweat began beading on my skin almost immediately. My cock flopped heavy over the edge of the bench, comfortably chubby and warm.
The guy on the lower bench glanced my way again, caught my eye, and turned away quickly. I couldn’t help but grin. These shy guys were all the same. They pretended they didn’t want it, then when I finally got them on their backs, they couldn’t stop begging for more.
So, instead of pushing him, I gave him a chance to stare. Leaning back against the wall I laced my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. The room was silent for a moment, save for the dripping of moisture down the walls. And then I heard the man shift in my direction. I just grinned, sliding down the bench a little more, making sure to wiggle my hips so my cock swayed tantalizingly back and forth.
There was a sharp intake of breath, a pause, then the sound of a towel falling away. I sat there for a moment longer, listening to what I expected was the guy stroking himself while staring at me. Then, just when I knew I was right, I opened one eye, glancing down and catching him red-handed.
“You can touch it if you want,” I said, stretching languidly and flexing the muscle that made my dick bounce. “You can even use your mouth if you want.” I gave him a shrug like I didn’t care either way. Guys loved it when you were aloof. “Up to you.”
I closed my eyes again, leaning back against the wall. I felt the bench shift as the guy slid closer to me. I didn't bother opening my eyes again. I already knew what was happening. His presence radiated heat that had nothing to do with the sauna, and then I felt tentative fingers brushing against my inner thigh.
"That's it," I encouraged, still not looking. "Don't be shy."
His fingers traveled higher, tracing the lines of my tribal tattoo before wrapping around the base of my cock. His touch was hesitant at first, then grew bolder as I let out an appreciative grunt. I finally opened my eyes to look at him. He was in his mid-thirties, decent build, nothing special but not bad either. And, just as I expected, a wedding ring tan line. Typical.
"You like what you see?" I asked, knowing the answer.
He nodded, mesmerized, as he stroked me to full hardness. "You're fucking huge."
I smirked. I'd heard it all before, but it never got old. "Yeah, I know.” I reached up, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “Now suck my cock.”
He didn't need to be told twice. Sliding off the bench, he positioned himself between my legs and took me into his mouth. The wet heat engulfed me, and I groaned, threading my fingers through his hair once more. He didn’t have a bad technique either. Clearly this was not his first time cheating on the wife.
I guided his head, setting the pace I wanted. "Deeper," I commanded, pushing him down until I felt the back of his throat. He gagged slightly but adjusted, eager to please. These types always were.
After a few minutes of letting him worship me, I grew bored. This wasn't what I came here for tonight. I needed something more than just another eager mouth on my cock.
"That's enough," I said, pulling him off. His lips were swollen, eyes watery, a look of confusion and disappointment on his face. "You're good, but I'm looking for something else tonight."
He nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Can I... can I get your number?"
I laughed. "Sorry, buddy. I don't do callbacks." I stood, cock bobbing in his face. "Thanks for the warm-up though."
I left him there, hard and unsatisfied. Not my problem. Tonight I wanted something more interesting than just another closeted suburban dad. I got enough of those at work.
The play rooms were next on my circuit. I always enjoyed taking a turn with the insatiable bottom in the sex swing, feeling several other member’s loads churning inside his ass as I fucked him. I wasn’t sure if that’s where I wanted to finish tonight, but it sounded fun for the moment. Besides, there were usually a few monsters up there too. That always made things more interesting.
When I reached the top floor, I paused in the doorway to survey the scene. The main room had several stations set up. There was a swing in one corner, a BDSM stock in another, and various padded benches and platforms scattered throughout. About a dozen guys were engaged in various activities, most of them paired off.
But what caught my eye wasn't the swing or the human action happening around it. In the far corner of the room,lounging on what looked like a giant four poster bed, was a dragon. Not one of those tiny drakes that could pass for a large iguana, but a proper dragon. He was at least seven feet tall standing, with deep blue scales that shimmered almost black in the low light.
I'd seen monsters of all types here before, but dragons were rare.Extremelyrare. As far as I knew, there were only a handful in the world. They were incredibly long-lived and kept mostly to themselves. Most saw humans aslesser creaturesthat weren’t worth their time. But this one, apparently, was tolerant enough to come to a bathhouse. Although he looked very bored.
I tried not to be obvious as I kept my eye on him, moving around the outside edge of the room. The dragon's scales glinted as he shifted position, stretching out along the bed like he owned the place. Unlike the humans eagerly seeking attention, he seemed completely unbothered by the activities around him. No one approached him, either. They all kept a respectful distance, stealing glances but never daring to get close.
That intrigued me. I was used to being the center of attention, the one everyone wanted a piece of. But this dragon was commanding the room without even trying. His presence rendered me nearlyunseen. That wasn’t normal for me.
I made my decision instantly. I was going to fuck that dragon.
I strutted across the room, my cock still semi-hard from the sauna encounter. A few guys reached out to touch me as I passed, but I brushed them off. My focus was singular now.
As I got closer, I could see the dragon's features more clearly. His face was angular and aristocratic, with gleaming amber eyes that seemed to glow from within. Horns curved back from his forehead, and a ridge of smaller spines ran down his neck. His body was muscular but lean, with powerful limbs ending in wicked-looking claws. He was easily twice my size in every direction. It was…hot.
The only thing I didn’t see was his cock. His lower abdomen, while exposed, was just well muscled and covered in scales. This was a men’s only bathhouse, so I knew he was male. But where his genitals were, I didn’t know. And honestly, I didn’t really care either. I was going to fuck him, not the other way around.
When I reached the edge of his bed, those amber eyes flicked toward me briefly before returning to stare at nothing in particular. He didn't acknowledge me otherwise.
"Hey," I said, putting on my most charming smile. "Mind if I join you?"
