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Night time at the electrical company was fastidiously boring for Greg, yawning even after the second cup of coffee he had in twenty minutes of watching a dozen screens covering the various floors of the building. The croc rubbed his snout with a hmph as he licked his long lips, the white guard uniform with hat lopsided on his head doing little to hide the paunch he developed from being seated for most of his job watching empty cameras on the night shift. People were still working on their own night shifts in the offices above him, but they were in the hands of his other security buddy Marcus who watched from the 11th to 20th floor, whilst Greg handled 1 to 10.

With the odd exception of a pigeon on the roof there were very rarely any visitors but tonight was a little different. A triceratops came through the front door, with a card that beeped on the reader as being registered to Harold Kowalski.

"Oh, what's he for?"

Greg muttered as he was about to walk out his office to ask before he caught the post-it note on his desk. KOWALSKI AT 11, SHOWER FIX 8th FLOOR.

"Ohhh yeah..."

He slumped back down in his chair and sighed with a listless eye over Harold's journey, the trike dressed more clearly from other angles in his maintenance outfit with company tag on his back. The company had two small gymnasiums, one for males and one for remales with locker rooms and showers to help encourage its long-night workers to keep fit and exercise from their monotony of filing important electrical reports or managing details of the city's supply in communication with the actual transformer grids. Harold stepped towards the female gym to deal with his task in a broken set of shower heads as he walked between the lockers with folded towels having been replaced by the cleaning crew before he realised something.

"Hmph...don't wanna get these wet."

The triceratops slowly undressed himself before placing his clothes folded on a bench. The thick strapping red body of taut muscles and burly forearms gave way to a sturdy set of abs rippling down his chest as he slipped his jacket off. Then came his pants, which unbuckled smoothly as they slipped off his tail and revealed what was perhaps a surprising and albeit possibly logical reason he was even allowed in the female locker rooms for his job. Harold lacked the typical equipment of a standard male as the camera could attest, and indeed the mirror in the showers showed.

"Yeah...nice to see you here gorgeous."

He gave a small kiss to himself in the mirror before pushing on with his work, twirling a wrench in his hand as he started tweaking the pressure of a valve in a side cabinet he opened up in the wall. Greg watched with mild fascination at the intersexed worker whose thick tail swished back and forth in his constant turn within the piping structure. He gave a glimpse around the inside of the wall and started to tap along the pipes for any obstructions whilst catching looks at himself in the mirror.

"On all fours huh? Huh...dirty bitch you are hmmm?"

The worker seemed to tease himself with a slow lift of his tail, showing off his muscular pussy lips which winked at him.

"Ohhh you gonna be like that, when I'm working too? You just wait right there bitch I'll fix you when I'm done with this thing."

The guard raised an eyebrow at this odd behaviour but then something caught his eye from another camera. Two workers from 9th floor were heading to the 8th floor also, into the male gymnasium instead. A T-rex and a brachiosaur wearing polo shirts and slacks.

"We gonna settle this," said the rex.

"I'm tellin' ya Jim you can't beat it," said the brachio, "I got the crunch skills!"

"I will PROVE I can crunch just as good as you, fifty bucks up front!"

"Alright it's your wallet's funeral."

Using their keycards to enter the male gym, the two walked immediately over towards a machine that focused on sit-ups for the older gentleman. A 45-degree chair that restrained one's feet with doughy pads and a semi-circle handlebar to rest the hands on that worked as a level to push the chair up in a fulcrum movement.

"You wanna like get out of these clothes first?" asked the brachio.

"Nah uh, straight to it," said Jim, "no preps, no ankle time, just gunning to it. You're on first Mick, lessee what you got."

"Uhhh okay, well I'm glad I put my deodorant on."

Mick set himself down into the sit-up chair and began to do his reps with firm methodical pushes of the bar, working his lower back muscles steady. Jim sat down on a nearby bench watching his coworker flex his body forwards, gripping his smooth bluish-grey hands round the padded bar and making a constant rhythm of his push-ups. The slight gut he had from his years of office work heaved gently as he pumped himself up, the long-neck huffing with steady gasps of endurance whilst two pairs of eyes watched him. Greg was slightly impressed and smirked behind the camera screen as after a good seven minutes Mick managed to hit 250.

"NnnnnnnnnnNNNNGH! Hhhhh...yeaheheh." The brachio pulled himself out of the seat. "No way you're hitting that Jim, just give me the money now before you embarrass yourself."

"I ain't givin' you nothing outta my wallet!" boasted the rex. "I'm gonna push it to two-sixty even!"

"Hah...seriously, you got a bigger gut than me!"

"So what, it's all about arm strength!"

"Noooo it's about your body muscles dude," reminded Mick. "Yanno what, let's make a better deal. IF you get to two-hundred-and-seventy-five sit-ups, I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"......alright, deal, 275 it is!"

With fistbump of solitude, Jim slipped himself into the machine as Mick sat on the bench with a sweating shirt that showed some of his grey flesh underneath which raised an eye from Greg the security guard. Jim however was not so strong, trying to resist the urge to push everything into the first 20 sit-ups so he could pace himself. But despite that he was still heaving and pushing quite slowly compared to his friend which caused Greg to slowly cast his eye over back towards the maintenance worker fixing up the showers, still naked on all fours with instinctive twists of his wrench inside the wall panel.

"There, finally...now let's heh, test the water pressure before we have the night to ourselves."

He said this with a leering eye towards himself in the mirror behind him, teasing his own body with a gentle "wink" of his own pussy as Kowalski's thick crotch muscles flexed sturdily with the slightest drip of pre leaking out to the floor. The triceratops stood himself up and started to begin a small dance towards his reflection, sliding a hand along his belly and up towards his nipples.

"You like what you see babe? Mmmmmph...bet you fuckin' do...think you man enough to eat my pussy mmm? See if I don't squeeze yer tongue inside it but...lessee how good you are."

With sturdy strut towards himself the trike groaned with tender circling fingers round his right nipple as his other hand went slipping down towards his muscular cunt. Teasing around the clit, he shuddered gasps in rising excitement as his tail twitched in excitement, pushing a finger into his labia and moaning softly.

"Mmmmmhhhh...f-f-fuck you teasin' bitch, hhhhhhh...you wanna nice fat dick in ya dontcha? Ohhh I bet you do, sexy fuckin' slut."

Pushing his brawny chest against the mirror he breathed on his face's reflection, shivering in a soft kiss to his lips and a tender lick before fully suckling the tinted glass, fingering his pussy deeper with two digits spreading and schlicking hotly against his folds. Greg was shocked to see the repairman like this, but the sight of his swollen cuntlips and his breathless moans was giving him a slow rising erection he found difficult to ignore. With a careful glance over the rest of the cameras, the croc guard unzipped his jeans and started to fish out his dick.

"Damn Howard...didn't know you were such a kinky fuck..."

He grasped his growing meat and gave a few tugs to get the blood pumping whilst he heard the panting moans of the maintenance trike. Kowalski was desperately horny, sucking his reflection hard with thick glossy smooches before he started grinding his cunt thickly against the mirror glass, the sound of his hot flesh rubbing against the pane giving a creaking groan as his clit scraped dull on the polished surface.

"A-a-aaaah! F-fuuuuuck, yes, f-fuckin' give me it."

"I'd fuckin' give you it," murmured Greg with a growing smirk as he stroked more firmly, "lemme see that mancunt of yers."

"Hhhhhh...mmmmph...ohhh f-fuckin' shit, t-touch me right there."

"God yer drippin' so hard I'd eat you right out before I stuff you full...mmmmph..."

The croc leaned his head back slightly and stroked even harder, fully erect at a hefty 7 inches with lurid thoughts of slamming Harold hard against the mirror and fucking him deep. He wondered if a male pussy was different from a female's, was it less soft and more muscle? Or was it the same?

"NNNNNNNNNRAAAH!"

"Come oooon Jim only six more to go."

"NNNNNNAAAAAAGH!"

"Thaaaaat's five left!"

Meanwhile in the other gym, the mean green T-rex was forcing out the last sit-ups he could muster with a shirt now heaving in sweat that showed his crunching belly and soggen nipples through the white clothing. His arms pushed against the bar with quivering muscles like jelly on a tumble dryer whilst his friend Mick smirked almost with encouragement to see him reach.

"Come ooooon you want me to be proven wrong Jim, let's see ya push it!"

"NNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHRRRRRRGHHH!"

"Fouuuuur."

"GAAAAAAAAH!"

"Threeeee!"

"H-HHHHNNNNNGH!"

"Twoooooo!"

" GUHHHHH!" Jim slammed the bar forwards with all his might and fistbumped the air. " TWO, SEVENTY-FIVE, EAT IT SKYSCRAPER!"

"Hhhhahahahahahahaaaaaaa," Mick clapped in satisfaction at seeing his friend reach the limit, "hahahaha holy shit you did it, alright alright...I fold dude, you showed me up. Now, what you want me to do?"

"H-huuuh?" The rex flopped back on the workout chair with gasping heave of his pudgy gut. "Whu-o-oh yeah we uh...had a deal...heh. I know what I want."

"Yeah, what? I mean I can spot you twenty now but you'll hafta wait for tomorrow for the rest-"

"Suck me off."

"-of the other thirty-wha...wait, what?"

"Suck me off, right here."

The brachiosaur cocked his head trying to process the words back in his head to make sure he heard it right.

"You...you want me to suck yer dick...right here?"

"Yeah. What, we both like that sorta thing."

"Yeah but uh...we never, done it with each other."

"So what, we traded porn," argued Jim, "you said you'd do ANYTHING I wanted, an' I want you to suck me off."

"Awww jeeeeeez," whined Mick with a heavy sigh, "you really want that?"

"Yeah, cuz I was thinkin' about that vid you sent me to really push me those last seven sit-ups and I ohhhh jeez that raptor boy took it so fuckin' hard mmmmph."

"Oh god he did...he's a cute little slut......alright. I'm a male of my word, and I don't back out."

"YES, mmmph! But uh, couldya get my pants down and all I'm like real dead right now my arms just-"

"Fiiiiine sure let ME do all the work."

Greg couldn't believe what he was seeing. First he had a maintenance worker fingering himself in the shower and now two office workers were about to get down and dirty in the gym. The brachiosaur unbuttoned his friend's pants as the rex laid back in exhaustion with hands on his chest to let his arms just fall asleep. His cock slowly emerged out of his pants with Mick being slightly embarrassed to hold his friend's thick verdant flesh now throbbing out to half-hardness.

"Niiiice...yanno I never actually seen yer dick before."

"No?" asked Jim. "Never seen yours either."

"Yeah weird we never asked to show each other huh? Welp, we're here now."

The brachio leaned himself forwards to start sucking on the head, slurping around the growing glans as it started to thicken up from a lengthening dick. Jim sighed at the pleasant warmth of his friend's tongue as Mick started to smooch and close his lips around the head, swallowing the firm meat when it hardened fully to around 8 inches. His long throat made it easy to deepthroat, something that Jim had been banking on as he raised his head to watch his friend swallow the entire shaft to his balls.

"Ohhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuck...god Mick that feels so good."

"Mmmmmmhhhh..."

Mick seemed to enjoy the taste, swirling his tongue around the juicy rex pole as he became hard himself, sliding his pants open with his other hand to start jerking his own dick in eagerness. Through all of this Greg watched slowly turning in his chair with trembling murmurs deep in his throat, his hand constantly stroking his throbbing hardon, the camera above getting a good view of Mick's head bobbing up and down on the moaning Jim.

"Mmmmmph...yeah suck your friend off you cockslut...god, look at 'im go, thirsty as fuck arentcha for that meat...nnnngh...damn this made my night a lot better, h-h-hhhhh..."

Jim placed his hand on the brachio's head, rubbing the smooth lump at the top of his scalp as he felt Mick suck tighter on his dick, squeezing the cock with his dextrous tongue. The throat muscles of his bending long neck felt amazing, with every inch of his pulsing emerald shaft being stroked and suckled to the base. The rex shuddered with his strength returning, his sweat dripping beneath his shirt as he teased one of his nipples, but then felt Mick slide a hand up to stroke the other.

"A-aaah...w-w-woah...dude."

"Mmmmhhh?"

"N-no keep...keep going that feels...aaaah....f-fuuuuuck Mick I shoulda asked you this way back your throat's so good."

"Hmhmhmhm...mllup," the brachio slid his mouth off calmly to give him a few teasing strokes, "not gonna lie your cock tastes good."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm...smells nice too, real manly after that workout."

"Hey, keep sucking if ya want..." The rex smiled with full teeth. "I won't stop ya."

"Maybe you...mmmm...wanna do more stuff?"

"Uh...like what?"

"Lemme get a better taste while you think on that."

Whilst Mick slowly fellated his friend once again, Greg looked over towards the female gym to see Harold had turned on the shower and got himself soaking beneath the hot spritz, streaming droplets down his bare red skin with taut muscles spitting off water with each flex, down to his rippling male cunt which the croc was fiercely masturbating from alone.

"Ohhhhh yeaaaah thassit," murmured Kowalski, "let's get you nice an' clean you dirty cunt bitch."

Kowalski shivered as he stroked at his left nipple, circling around with his finger or occasionally pinching at his teat to pull it and twist slightly with a growing frantic lust. His pussy dripped vapidly onto the floor mixing his juice with the splish-splash of hot water around his sturdy toes. The croc started panting behind the monitor with desperate hunger, fiercely desiring the cunt-male and imagining how deep he could fuck into his thick raw hole.

"God damn that cockwarmer looks so good," shuddered Greg as pre started flowing down his knuckles, "nnn-nnnngh! Hhhh...god Kowalski I'd shove yer face to that mirror so you kiss yerself while I pound yer fuckin' mancunt redder than it is..."

But there was another surprise left in store to the unseen electric eye as Malcolm leaned over to the shower's boundary wall and reached for his toolbox. He picked the hammer and slinked back towards the mirror before sitting himself down with spread-open legs and the thick varnished handle of his tool facing towards his slit.

"You wannit dontcha?" he said to himself. "Beggin' fer something hard an' thick up your fuckin' bitch-ass pussy hmmm? Mmmmmph...god you're the sexiest bitch I ever known Harold I'd eat you every night."

With a lurid grin and an achingly hard clit that twitched in fretful anticipation, Howard pushed the hammer handle first into his moist swollen muscular lips as they parted like thick rose petals to allow it inside.

"Mmmmmmhhhhh...ffffffuuu-u-u-u-u-u-uuuuck Harold...ohhh f-fuck me yes...fffhhhhhffffuck me, fuck me with your tool."

The handle was a good 7 inches as its hard woodbound length grinded against his quivering walls which rippled from the sensations. The unflinching solid penetration of his makeshift dildo spread out his cunt with such a gape that it offered a good view from the mirror and to the camera across the room. Greg was struggling not to cum there and then, squeezing his dick to hold himself back as he kept on the edge amidst the sucking schlick of Harold's muscular snatch, the folds of skin within his walls which shook and started to gush.

"AAAAH! OHHHH F-F-FUCK, HAROLD F-FUCK ME! FUCK MY MANCUNT YOU BITCH, F-FUCKIN' SEXY BITCH GIVE ME YER FUCKSTICK!"

"NNNNNGH!" Greg snarled in biting back his moans. "GHHHD you sexy cunt spread that fuckin' hole lemme see it squirt!"

With how pent-up in excitement the worker was, it did not take him long as he fucked himself with the hammer's handle, sliding it back and forth as he squeezed at his nipple, leaning down best he could to try and lick at himself as his naked body dripped heftily of water all down to the back of his large thudding tail. Shoving almost entirely into his labia, Kowalski started panting with an almost sobbing whimper at his arousal as his deepest walls sucked and squeezed around the handle base.

With mewling sounds he finally came in a long braying moan as his cunt sprayed out hard to splatter his pussyjizz upon the mirror, leaning his head back and crying out as his cunt squeezed viciously around the handle.

"A-AA-AAAAAAAH! OHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

Splattering thick streams of clear juice upon the glass, Harold gasped with heaving chest and laid himself back onto the floor with a hammer sticking out of his netherlips, clenching occasionally in reflexive orgasm to make the tool twitch and pulsate slightly. Greg was watching all of this and the only thing that stopped him cumming there and then was the fact he knew that Jim and Mick were ready to get down to some serious business after a small talk the guard did not hear when he saw the brachio pull down his pants and bend himself over a bench.

"You really wanna do this?" asked Jim.

"Sure," said Mick, "I mean, I always liked ya, we both like dudes, why not get down to some fucks between?"

"U-uhhhh well I guess that's cool...you uh...want me to rim ya first?"

"Up to you, but I think I can take ya good as it is...this ain't the first time I had meat."

"Hah...typical."

The T-rex decided to skip the rimming in trusting his friend's boast, lining his fat cock up with Mick's ass and admired for a time the thick bluish-grey rump and the winking pucker beneath the sturdy long up-bending tail. The brachio's cock was shorter than this, but in turn it seemed to be twice as thick in its width swinging half-hard underneath him with a hefty set of balls dangling against the benchseat edge.

Jim groped along the long-neck's tail, stroking his clawed fingers up and down the underside of its smooth scaled skin before smacking gently upon Mick's ass cheeks and spreading them to get a better view at his friend's awaiting ass. With a hand on his cock he stroked himself a little more for hardness before pushing himself inside.

"NNNNGH!"

"A-a-aaaaah...ohhhhh fuuuuck yeah," moaned Mick.

"Wow," muttered Jim, "you weren't kidding you can take it raw."

"Told ya it weren't the first time I ate meat...come on dude, just fuck me right in, lessee how much you got in ya after them sit-ups."

"Hah, alright if you say so."

Pushing himself in as his head was swallowed up by the thick puckered rear, Jim shoved deeper as he felt a wondrous heat consume his swelling shaft. Gasping as he put his claws on Mick's ass for another spread, he watched his cock slide into the hot brachiosaur anus as Mick's tail swished back and forth in his panting breaths, feeling the veiny green meat hilt inside with a smack of Jim's balls against his own.

"Nnnnngh...ohhh fuck Michael..."

"D-dude, did you just call me-"

"S-sorry...fuck just I love your ass, I wish I fucked it before."

"You only had to ask Jim," the brachio said turning his head with a dreamy smile, "not like I care."

"...can I fuck you more after this?"

"If this goes well sure, h-hhhh! Ohhh yeah...next time we meet up at my place, you can f-fuck me all ya want."

"Ohh, hell yeah."

Unawares to them Greg was frantically dripping on his pants with slathered pre turning his green knuckles into a sticky mess, jerking all the way he could to his own climax with bated breath and tongue partly out from his snout in watching the rex build up his fucking spree into pounding Mick's ass. The hefty slap of hot muscular thighs and sweat steaming off their polo shirts made him ravenous in almost bucking his hips at the sight.

"G-god...NNNNGH, f-f-fucking shit I'm so cl-close...h-hhhhhh...aaaa-a-aaaaah!"

"F-fuck, dammit I already wanna cum," growled Jim.

"I don' care dude just pump me full, lemme feel it!"

Mick's encouragement combined with his own aching hardon spurred the T-rex on into thrusting with all his might. His cock wettened with spit was nearing a climax sooner than he wished, but the brachio simply pushed himself back against and clenched his walls smoothly around the rex's shaft. During this Mick had moved one of his hands down to stroke himself off in need to attend a growing thick puddle underneath the bench as Jim fucked harder to the point his pre was dripping out glossy spools between his balls and his friend's donut.

"H-hah, hhhhaaaaah Mick, f-f-fuck, fuck I love your ass!"

"C-come on Jim, fill me, lemme feel that hot jizz you fuckin' wuss!"

"S-says the guy who's gettin' FUCKED like a bitch!"

"W-well give it to me hard, come on! FUCK ME!"

But it was Greg who came first in watching the tyrannosaur slamfuck his hardest until he saw Mick's rump jiggle slightly from the force, the croc gasping with a deep growling snarl of lust in his orgasmic rush, spraying jizz on his uniform with fat rich spurts of white cream. Shuddering as his balls tightened up, he watched through bleary eyes and a woozy head at Jim flooding the long-neck's ass with thick gluttonous cum in a frantic roar of bliss. Mick joined him in turn as he managed to spurt with draining flush of his own seed straight downwards in a stickying puddle at the foot of the bench.

Four people in separate rooms were now gasping for breath, riding the climax down with warm heads and sticky bodies. By the time Mick and Jim had cum, Kowalski had washed himself clean, wiped off the glass with a little Windex and suited back up. He noticed the two in the other gym when he walked passed and simply rolled his eyes barking:

"Hey, you guys better clean up after yer done cuz I sure as fuck ain't doin' it!"

The rex and brachio looked at each other rather shameful, but then started to crack up with sniggers of relief as they decided to get some spare towels from the shower to douse in soap and water to wipe the bench and floor clean, before undressing themselves to shower and clean up properly. And watching them all with a wilting dick and a bundle of tissues to wipe his uniform as clean as he could, was the security guard and his cameras, grinning toothily at the two friends who washed each other's backs comfortably.

"So uh, next Thursday good?" asked Jim.

"Sure," said Mick, "I got some nice vids we can get real into."

"Nice, I'll bring some beers."

"It's a date, mister two-seventy-five!"

The two high-fived in mid-shower cackling as Greg smirked with a sigh and cleaned himself off as best he could. At least he was more fired up to actually focus on his job for the night.