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Giants had never been common in this neck of the woods. Rare enough that Charlie had never met one until now. So the collie felt especially lucky to have made fast friends with the wolf now reclining across the pond. Charlie had never realized just how tall twenty feet was until that lupine shadow loomed over him and since then they had ultimately been inseperable. That of course, only made it a surprise by timing when Marche, the painfully blunt giant he was, made his suggestion.

"You know, you've got a big set on you for a little guy," the wolf began as his sheath retracted, as it often did since Marche refused to wear pants outside of town, and let his mass of ruddy meat spill across his balls. "Maybe we can actually play around."

Charlie often had to deflect the wolf's come-ons out of sheer practicality rather than any disinterest on his part. Four-plus feet of cock is just not something that less than six feet of dog can handle, not because he didn't want to but because it was just too big for him to do anything with and his was wasn't big enough. Still, the offer was a curious one so the collie finished peeling off his shorts and kicked them aside.

"Even if I could reach your ass, I don't think you'd feel it," he chided grasping at his fat sheath proudly despite the fact that it couldn't possibly be compared to his friend's.

It was big for a everyday-sized dog, though. Not hyper by any stretch but it was enough to say that some people might have an easier time taking another guy's forearm than his thick piece. Just to remind himself, Charlie gave a few strokes, peeling back his own fuzzy scabbard, and smiled as it spilled down against his thigh, swining like a heavy pendulum.

The wolf laughed, scooting back to dip his feet in the cool water. "That's not the only hole I've got, Chuck. I was talking to a friend over in the other county. He said I should try 'sounding' since I hang out with so many little folk. You look like just the right size."

The collie didn't quite understand but before he could protest, a great, grey paw snatched him up. This had become a familiar feeling, moving through the air like his to be relocated to whatever part of Marche's body would be most convenient for the two of them at the time. It was standard procedure for a macro and his relatively diminutive best friend, but ending up on the wolf's balls was not. The massive orbs were surprisingly warm considering the nice breezes cutting this way and that all day and they made for a nice cushion with thier firm softness.

Before he could gather himself and comfy though, Charlie felt a warm weight fall onto his chest, pinning him down between hot skin and musky fur. The smell was intoxicating, taking all the effort out of arousing his thick length. Thick and masculine air filled his lungs with every breath as four feet of cock throbbed against him still soft and pliant for the moment while Marche continued to get things ready.

"Hold on," he instructed, while he reached down and grasped his balls tightly. Charlie tucked his legs up out of reach and grasped around Marche's shaft while the wolf fondled and squeezed his heavy orbs. Starting to get the picture, the dog stroked gently against the fleshy helmet and wormed his head out to like along the vein stretching up it's side.

"Yeah, that's it," Marche groaned as he worked his balls purposefully. Finally, with a deep moan and a flex of his cock, a blast of precum washed over the collie's crotch, staining him in it's musky heat. "Now we can get started."

Charlie felt like he was trying to wrestle down an elephant as the hardened shaft tried to swing upward but, with a little aid from the wolf's finger's, he found his own cockhead pressed against the wet, hot tip of the other. He might have hesitated if his mouth wasn't so full of the delcious flavour of dicksweat and his lungs still not overflowing with wolf musk, but they were so he didn't. His hips bucked hungrily at the tight orifice until he was greeted with a strained growl and a skin-tight fit around his length.

This did give the collie pause however, his feet falling back to Marche's balls as he looked up the shapely torso leading to his head. But after a moment the wolf leaned back and sighed deeply then gave a nod for him to continue. Charlie took it slower this time, sinking only an inch at a time until he was balls deep in Marche's cock head. "You okay?" he called up while he massaged those big grey orbs with his toes.

Marche mumbled back, "Stings..." but his cock was as hard as ever and he didn't seem inclined to stop so the dog pulled back, precum slopping over his balls and onto Marche's before he slid back in.

A couple more thrusts wore the sharp winces down to quickly gathered breaths until they found a good slow rhythm in that tight, wet hole. Thrust after thrust had the canid pair groaning and whining for joy in their little glade while precum gathered messily around the wolf's hole. The only-slightly-mixed cocktail making their tryst louder and easier as pace increased little by little. Before long, Charlie was digging into his friend's balls for leverage and slapping his own orbs sharply against Marche's wet helmet.

"Close..." was the only thing the giant needed to say to get his little buddy into overdrive. The dog pushed deeper and deeper until with a howl he finally dove over the edge and pumped his wad into Marche's urethra. The macro wolf did his best to hold back until every one of Charlie's copious ropes had flooded his cumtunnel. He wasn't sure if he would hurt the little dog though so when he found the collie's orgasm was lasting too long for him to withstand he intervened, pulling him bodily out of his hole with one paw and jerking his length with the other.

Charlie kept cumming even as he swung through the air, splattering dog seed on the huge cock and belly and legs and fingers around him as the wolfmeat erupted like a volcano. Cum rushed out of him in massive gouts, coating the trees around them in his thick white cream pumping more and more until his fifteenth shot reached far enough that the dog couldn't see where it landed in the landscape.

Eventually though both of them came down, Charlie sloppy with pre and Marche stained with cum. It was a good time as far as the dog was concerned and he panted heavily as the wolf placed him again on his soggy balls. Minutes turned to hours as they relaxed by the pond and the river of cum that was mostly dried up and soaked into the soil by now.

"Marche," The collie yipped suddenly. "You should take me to meet your buddy sometime."

The wolf laughed in agreement and swung his paw down to pick up his canine friend. "We can go now if you want. You and I could use some cleaning up anyway."

"Great! Think I could ride in the sheath though? It's too cold to go on your shoulder."