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“Urgh, I can’t believe you got us up so early,” Stanah muttered as he stared at the German shepherd in a hi-vis jacket. “Saturday mornings are for sleeping, not running.”

“Ssssh,” Max admonished, raising a paw to his lips. “This is important information. I’ve never done this Bark Run before.”

The husky sighed and checked his watch. A quarter to nine. He shuddered, the early Spring chill cutting straight through his bones. He would rather be tucked up in bed or tongue-deep in some ass. He would rather be anywhere but here.

“And that concludes the presentation. Does anyone have any questions?”

Silence engulfed the crowd, the only sound coming from the chirping of birds and a solitary aircraft flying overhead.

“No? Okay then. Let’s make our way over to the start.”

Stanah sighed as the group shuffled towards a couple of cones marking the beginning of the course. Two middle-aged bitches stood on either side, the nearest one to Stanah clutching a clipboard.

“Hello everyone,” she said in a tone that was far too breezy for the time of day. “And welcome to the Bushy Mount Bark Run.”

Stanah turned to Max and raised an eyebrow. The collie smirked back.

“It’s great to see so many new faces. Just a reminder that you can run as fast or as slow as you like. We always have a Tail Walker so no-one finishes last.”

A couple of the younger dogs sniggered.

“You can do as much of the course as you please, but if you do finish, don’t forget your barcodes. You’ll need them to get your rewards and record your details in the app. Remember to follow the signs and if you have any questions, collar our marshals. Have fun everyone.”

Stanah balked at the word ‘fun’ as he spied a quartet of runners barging their way to the front. Dressed in fluorescent Lycra, they looked like novelty condoms; something that was only emphasised when they bowed their heads to try and get the best start.

“Three, two, one…” the German shepherd said. “Go!”

The foursome shot down the path like they were the first rockets of a fireworks display, while the others followed suit with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Stanah and Max found themselves in the middle of the pack, jostled between a couple of middle-aged women and a businessman named Clive. They’d only discovered his name pre-race when he was talking on speaker phone - something that had only added to Stanah’s irritation.

“How long’s this again?” the husky asked thirty seconds into the run.

“5K,” Max replied. “Why?”

Stanah groaned. “I mean, how long will it take?”

“About half an hour for the average dog.”

“Half an hour?!”

“For most dogs. I’ve clocked sub 25 a couple of times, but that’s on a good day. I’m a bit out of practice and we were out drinking last night.”

Stanah felt a squeeze on his paw and smiled.

“But don’t worry, I’ll stick with you. No record breaking today.”

A slight pang of guilt shot through Stanah, but he swiftly dismissed it. He had nothing to feel guilty about. The Bark Run had been Max’s idea after all, a trade-off for helping his aunt move home. He couldn’t drive and she needed a van, so it made sense to give the collie a call.

Stanah mellowed as he started to get into a rhythm. He looked around the park and breathed in the fresh air, noting the pink of the blossom on the awakening trees. The sun was still casting long shadows as it rose in the east, peering out from the rooftops on the perimeter of the park.

For the first time that morning, he smiled.

“Thanks for agreeing to help auntie move,” he said.

“Not at all,” Max replied. “Happy to help. And thanks for coming to the Bark Run. I know it’s not your thing, but I’ve become kinda obsessed. I’ve only got two more to do until I can spell my own name.”

“What?”

“It’s an achievement you can get, like joining The Pirates Club.”

“The Pirates Club?”

“Yeah,” Max smirked.

“You’re in the Pirates Club?”

“Aaarr, matey.”

Stanah groaned. “Really?”

“You get it with the seven Cs.”

“The cod liver oil capsules?”

Max laughed. “Dickhead. I’ll tell you later. Come on!”

The collie picked up the pace and Stanah tried to keep up. After barely a minute, he felt his mouth getting dry. Thirty seconds later, his paws had turned into lead while he was sure there was a stitch forming at the base of his stomach.

“Max,” he wheezed as the collie pulled away. “Wait!”

Stanah stopped, putting his hands on his hips while admiring the view. He felt a slight lament when the collie turned around, his pert ass now hidden as he bounded back towards him.

“You okay?” Max asked, his voice a mix of concern and frustration.

“Yeah,” Stanah spluttered. “I just need to rest. Give me a minute, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Stanah’s heart sank when Clive jogged casually past, while the two women weren’t far behind. He swore he heard the businessman talking on his phone again and his simmering rage threatened to boil over. He cursed his lack of fitness, but it just strengthened his resolve, and a few minutes later, he had picked up the pace.

A kilometre on and he was hunting the pack, with the trail entering some woodland at the far edge of the park. Max was a couple of metres further in front, his swishing tail a perfect counterpoint to his tight canine ass.

Stanah licked his lips as he watched Max’s cheeks bobbing, two solid pistons in a well-oiled machine. He could follow this all day, he thought. There was a tingle in his crotch and he felt a slight twinge of embarrassment as lascivious thoughts raced through his mind.

He averted his gaze and glanced around the forest, hoping nature would come to his rescue. But he had to look straight ahead to know where he was going and Max’s sweet butt always seemed to be guiding the way.

He gulped as his cock poked out from his sheath, urging his brain to think of something mundane. Running 5K was hard enough at the best of times, but running with an erection would make it nigh on impossible.

He kept going, but the continuous motion was doing him no favours. The spandex in his shorts was rubbing against his crotch, teasing his package out of its package. He desperately hoped that no-one could see, nor smell his arousal on the early Spring breeze.

He was still lost in his thoughts when he felt a sharp tug on his paw. His heart skipped a beat as Max dragged him into the woods, picking through the undergrowth to drop out of the race.

Stanah had no time to protest, his brain still addled and confused as the duo twisted their way through the trees and the brush. They stopped behind a thick sturdy oak and Max checked in all directions to ensure they couldn’t be seen.

“Well, what do we have here?” he said, grabbing Stanah’s crotch. “The Springtime scent is strong this morning.”

The husky quivered in embarrassment.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Oh yes,” Max chuckled. “Certainly for the last half a K. I’m amazed you’ve been able to run to be honest.”

“It’s been hard,” Stanah replied.

“I bet it has,” Max said, winking. “Let’s see if I can help you with that.”

He fell to his knees, his paws running over Stanah’s body on his way down. He stared at his bulge before planting his muzzle directly into it. Stanah jumped, his body shuddering at the warmth of the collie’s breath on his groin.

Seconds later, Max bobbed back up for air, grabbing the waistband of Stanah’s shorts and easing them down.

“No underwear I see. It’s almost like you’ve planned this.”

“I didn’t!” Stanah fired back, the blood rushing to his face faster than his cock. “I swear. It’s not my fault you have a hot butt.”

“So, you were staring at my butt, huh?”

Stanah squeaked as his dick bounced into the open, the cool Springtime air kissing the exposed tip. The husky shimmied his legs to let his shorts drop to the floor while Max moved his cold nose up from the taint. It was soon trailing along the underside of his cock and Stanah shuddered again, the coolness quelling the heat in his loins. His mouth went dry and his heart quickened in pace, anticipation building towards a natural crescendo.

He gulped as Max took him inside, wrapping his tongue over his engorging member. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the delicate swirls, feeling each lap as if he were in the lap of the gods. Then Max started to move up and down and Stanah gasped even louder.

“You can do it!” he heard someone shout in the distance. “Not long now!”

Stanah’s eyes shot open as he realised where he was. His eyes darted around in panic before settling on the collie who was bobbing back and forth beneath him. He placed his paws on his head and followed the motion, the sound of his slurping only aiding his arousal.

He closed his eyes once again and deferred to desire, Max’s silky soft muzzle cocooning his lust. It made him feel safe despite the exposure, the rustling of Max’s tail on the leaves adding to his sense of contentment.

“Come on!” a second person shouted and Stanah pretended it was for him, pushing his cock deeper into the back of Max’s throat. The collie gagged, but valiantly continued, battling the invasion with some deft tactics of his own.

The pressure started to build and Stanah pounded even harder, yearning for the tension to finally break. Another gag, but this time Max pulled away in defeat, licking his length and leaving Stanah on show. The sharp air on his cock brought the husky back to reality and as he opened his eyes, he saw his lover returning the stare.

“Turn around, hands above your head,” Max ordered.

“But…”

“Do it! Snout against the tree.”

“Yes sir,” Stanah said meekly, turning and resting his forehead on the wizened old trunk. He sniffed, savouring the woody scents of the season, as Max darted back down to savour a woody scent of his own.

Another sniff, then a lick, then Stanah heard a shuffling behind him. He was tempted to glance, but thought it best not to disobey. He had never been submissive, yet he’d do anything for Max.

He heard the unmistakable sound of clothing being removed, along with the cracking of twigs underfoot. A strong masculine scent then infected his senses as Max’s jockstrap was pulled tightly over his muzzle. The smell of sweat, piss and lust took over his body as the collie laced the strings of the garment around the back of his head.

“Wear this,” he said, spanking Stanah’s butt. The husky whimpered into the fabric, the smell of Max’s musk already stoking his need.

Stanah heard the familiar sound of a bottle being squeezed followed by a cold dash of lube being applied to his pucker.

He inhaled deeply, the smell of maleness becoming all-consuming. In the distance he heard the runners pounding away, but he knew he would soon be enjoying a pounding of his own.

His heartbeat quickened in expectation and fear, his ears straining to catch more sounds in the air. He hoped they were far enough from the trail so as not to be heard, but as Max started pushing at his pucker, his concerns melted away.

Another sniff of the jock and he conceded to lust, yearning to be taken in the depths of desire.

He exhaled heavily as Max rapped on the door, his entrance giving way after a handful of knocks. The collie’s cock slipped effortlessly in and Stanah groaned in delight, each glorious inch feeling better than the last.

Stanah gulped as Max reached the hilt, the feeling of fullness forcing his own cock to strain. The collie steadied himself, the breaking of branches obscene, as he got himself into position and let the husky submit.

Stanah felt a tug on the jockstrap and the cloth clutched at his snout even tighter. Scents skirmished through his muzzle, dancing and battling with each other in an intoxicating mix. Max pressed his cold nose to Stanah’s left ear, in sharp contrast to the heat in his ass, and tickled his fur with the breaths of warm lust.

“Are you going to be a good boy and receive my baton?” he whispered. “I want to try for a personal best after all.”

“Yes,” Stanah squeaked.

Max pulled out slightly, causing Stanah to gasp.

“Yes, what?” he said, thrusting sharply back in.

“Yes, sir,” he whimpered, a small bead of pre running down his cock.

“Good boy,” Max said as he started to pump, a delicate rhythm that developed into a melodious tune. With each passing thrust, the jock grew increasingly moist, the material clinging more to Stanah’s nose with each wanton breath.

The husky stared at the tree trunk, following the grain of the bark, Max barking in delight as he pounded away. Another drop of pre dripped from his cock, cascading onto the moss and lichen below.

In the distance, he could hear the patter of runners, but it was consumed by the sound of their passionate lust.

Stanah tipped his muzzle to the sky and inhaled, the warmth of Spring blossom mixing with the heat of Max’s desire. He closed his eyes and lolled out his tongue, each push of his button pushing him closer to heaven.

He clutched at the tree as the collie increased his speed, the smell of his maleness becoming more overpowering. He scrunched his eyes as the pounding got harder, petals and fairy lights dancing over his vision. Max’s breath against Stanah’s ear only amplified the ardour, forcing him to tighten his grip as the collie piled into his tail.

More drops of pre cascaded to the ground, a drizzle becoming a deluge with each passing thrust. Stanah tilted his head further back as Max placed a soft paw on his cock, stroking in rhythm to the escalating beat.

The husky burbled as the pounding of feet on the path was married with the pounding of cock in his ass. The birds tweeted like angels while the canines cavorted like devils, their breaths becoming more frantic in the impatience of release.

Stanah’s cock tingled under Max’s dexterous paw, the tension building until it could build up no more. The collie bit down on Stanah’s neck as he forced his knot in, tightening his grip on the husky’s hard cock. The change in pressure was all Stanah needed, shooting into Max’s paw and onto the bare wood of the tree.

The collie kept pumping as he brought his hand up to Stanah’s muzzle, wiping the remains of his seed all over the jock. The husky shuddered at the sharpness of his own scent, but collapsed into lust as a new warmth flooded his ass. Max’s muffled cry only amplified his passion before the bright sparks faded into a serene afterglow.

Everything went still and they descended together, bird song and breathing the only sounds to be heard.

Cutting through the silence, there was the faint sound of applause. Someone must have already finished and in double quick time.

Stanah glanced at his watch and realised it was only 9:25. He smiled. There was only one way he was going to finish first today after all.