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Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff Locker doors were pounding, so was Ed's heart. The tone, skater jock Dalmatian took a deep breath as he wandered past the obstacles of guys. Sweat was once again building up on his forehead after his workout. He wanted to kick himself for waiting too long to leave. Fidgeting with his black nails and the book bag between his paw tips, that little bag could only hide so much as the dog walked with it hovering around his crotch. Again, he wanted to kick himself, this time for wearing his jean shorts. Ed shuddered as he took a step to the left as a bunch of football players were ass grabbing to his right, desperately trying to avoid a large bouncing roo from bumping into him, the only thing holding up the guy's towel was his long, thick tail. The Dalmatian had to take a deep breath, trying to push the idea of long and thick out of his mind. He stepped out of the way as Jimmy Sample bent over naked with a big smile on his face, his fine looking ass just sticking out there. Ed put his paw to his forehead, pushing up at the black cap on his head, "Damn it...it's like he did that on purpose!" Of course it wasn't, Ed just imagined it that way. The dog breathed deep, feeling his jean shorts getting tighter along his right pant leg. It was always the right pant leg... His pace picked up. His sneakers were squeaking loudly as he got closer to the door of the locker room. Then a big waft of male sweat hit him as Clint Berch lifted his bulky arms, the big bear with a stomach made of wavy muscles groaning as he stretched, "Oh yeah....good stretch...good stretch!" Ed gasped when he felt the damp air of the locker room hit the tip of the massive bulge touching his knee. "Hey Ed, hold up!" Ed huffed, looking up towards the ceiling as he growled quietly, "Fuck off...fuck off...fuck off..." He turned ever so slightly so that his best friend Trent didn't see the humiliation in his pants. Athletic klutz Trent Bradley stumbled over towards the tensed looking Dalmatian, the Basset hounds usual big, friendly grin on his face, obvious to see even under the dogs jowls. "Are you still staying over tonight? You said you would." Ed lowered his head, suddenly feeling like crap as he had to consider whether to stay home or disappoint his best bud again. He felt like he was being tested. "Um..." He turned his head, really trying to concentrate while looking like he was really thinking about staying over Trent's that night. As the strain in his jeans slowly went away, Ed exhaled with relief. Turning to smile at the hound that barely reached his neck, he said with confidence, "Hell yeah!" The hound laughed but quickly tried to look cool, "Sweet! See you later." Before anyone else could keep him there, Ed slammed through the locker room door and dashed by everyone in the hall way, his skateboard smacking against his butt over his shoulder. In no time he was dashing down hills on his board, his ears flopping in the wind, feeling the breeze blow away ALL his troubles. He finally felt free from the binds of every day high school! No more close quarters! No more needless thinking! And definitely, no more guys! After hours of a little bit of heaven, Ed was a little disappointed to see the Friday sun sinking beneath the horizon of city buildings. Coming up on his corner, he grabbed the light pole just outside his stoop, kicking up the board and landing at the top of the stairs with no problem. The moment he stepped through the door, his parents did their usual shout outs. "Boy! Do your homework, it's better to do it now then last minute!" "Dinner will be ready soon! Its pork and veggies!" Running up the old wooden stairs, Ed shouted all at once, "It's Friday and I'll be at Trent's house!" When he got to the top of the stairs, he dumped all his school clothes out of his bag and stuffed it with a spare set of clothes and his sleeping pants. Before his parents could say anything, the sound of Ed's wheels were skating off into the distance. There were loud explosions along with gagging noises as Ed rapidly pulled the trigger on his controller. Trent was firmly locked between his legs, struggling to see the TV as even his brown and black fur showed signs of asphyxiation. Ed grinned, looking from Trent to the screen as he started to win, "Yeah! That's what you get for trying to cheat!" The hound finally started to tap out, "Ed...can't...breathe!" When Ed let go, he suddenly a sharp pain in his crotch after Trent tapped him in the balls, "You jerk..." Pushing the hound in the chest with his sock covered foot-paws, Ed had him pinned with his foot-paws to Trent's face, grinding his sweaty soles into the dog's muzzle. Trent groaned, trying to turn his head away from the smelly soles, "Gah, stop it! You have skater feet! They stink!" Ed curled his toes on Trent's forehead, "It's either this, or a tap to the balls!" For the next few minutes, Trent struggled and Ed continued to torture him with his smelly paws. When thing died down and both the dogs were lying in bed, Ed stared at the back of Trent's shadowy figure. He could hear the hounds slow, heavy breathing, telling Ed that he was asleep. With a heavy sigh and a bit of curiosity in his head, the Dalmatian reached out and moved the big pillow between them, the one that kept them both from rolling into each other as they slept. His paw shaking, he felt like at any moment Trent could just turn around and snap it off. He gave off a heavy sigh as he wrapped his padded paw tips around the hounds arm. Carefully shuffling his weight, Ed brushed up against the other dog, stroking his paw up and down Trent's arm. Trent groaned and Ed froze, but then he realized it was just one of Trent's sleeping fits. Then he took it a little further. He really had to control himself as he pressed himself against Trent's back. Slowly exhaling a long, heavy sigh, Ed ran his paw over Trent's side, lovingly stroking over his friend's muscles through his white t-shirt. He really needed someone to just...well...cuddle. Leaning in, he inhaled the rich, natural scent coming of the fur on the back of Trent's neck. As his paw slid down Trent's hips, he was suddenly caught off guard and surprised as the hound naturally turned and nuzzled at his black and white muzzle. With a hard gasp, Ed felt himself getting hard, the bulge in his sleeping pants straining against Trent's ass. His face burning with a blush as he tried to shuffle away from his friend without waking him to see a big cock flopping out of Ed's waistband. Struggling to hold up his pants, Ed eagerly made it into the bathroom at the top of Trent's three story house. Locking the door behind him, he pushed down the band of his pants and held his naturally huge cock in his paw, the thing slapping him at the base of his chest when he let it go. Panting loudly, he started to stroke himself. It wasn't the first time he had to masturbate at his friend's house. Lying on the floor, he grunted with sexual frustration as he stroked the bottom of the massive girth with one paw before taking it in both paws. He eagerly kicked his sweats down past his ankles. Putting his foot-paws to the edges of the door, Ed made sure not to rattle it so that he didn't wake everyone. With his legs over his head and his dick in his face, the dog moaned as his warm breaths passed over his big cock, a spot of pre falling from the tip, hitting his chest. Stroking half the massive meat with one paw, Ed slowly parted his lips and took the other half into his muzzle. His moans were muffled as he lusciously suckled at his own cock, his tongue brushing along all the veins that lined it. Fondling his knot with one paw, Ed pulled off his cock, a thick glob of slobber running down his shaft. Lifting his free paw to his muzzle, he suckled at his fingers, swirling his tongue around his thick digits. Panting hotly, he waited, teasing himself, swirling those wet fingertips around his waiting, needy, eager hole. Just as a wet slurp came from his stretching hole, Ed mphed as he suckled at his cock again, lapping teasingly at his piss slit. As his hole greedily wrapped around his fingers and he milked his own prick, Ed imagined every male having a go at him, pushing down on his legs as they pounded away at his hole. He tried to imagine Jimmy Sample's cock being as big as his, diving into his ass, those thick cat barbs teasing his insides. Even that new kid Michael Lake had a chance at his ass. He could just see the femboi otter trying as hard as hell to fuck his tight pucker. Then, as he imagined two white paws grabbing his ankles, he moaned out loud, "Oh fuck...Trent..." His fingers worked deeper as he felt himself getting close, seeing the short hound pound away at him drove him over the edge. Whimpering, pushing his two fingers as deep as they would go, Ed moaned as cum gushed into his muzzle, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Completely slumping against the door, the dog suckled at his cock, thinking of the male in the next room...