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Spring Break

by Heuvadoches Naumova

With a solid thud, the white, leather wrapped ball arced gracefully over the net. With a call of "Mine!" a golden brown shepherd in a loose, satiny, black swimsuit settled under the ball and bumped it toward the net. His partner, a lanky lynx in tight red shorts and wrap-around shades shuffled into position and then pushed it high before quickly ducking out of the way. Black shorts launched into the air, slamming his paw onto the ball and sent it careening towards the sand in the back corner of their opponents' side.

Nearly caught flat footed, a golden retriever lept to intercept the speeding ball. He stretched out and swung upwards, sending the ball almost straight up before he crashed hard to the beach. A dingo wearing flat black trunks scrambled over and smacked it very high, and then scooted clear. With a low growl, the goldie regained his footing, glanced up, and timed his jump. With a deep pop, he drove his paw into the leather, spiking it hard into an empty section of the other team's side.

"Match, Northeastern!" a spotter called to sporadic applause. "Next, Southern Tech versus Scarborough." The spectators milled about for a moment, changing slightly with the rotation of schools. Though thin, the crowd promised to bulk up as the preliminary rounds progressed and the ladder narrowed.

The athletes walked up to the net, shook paws and separated. The sandy one patted his partner on the back. "Good game, bro. I'll see you back here at six. Be ready, though, the Bulldogs look tough this year. Oh, and Jack?," he said, "save the beer for after we win the finals."

Jack chuckled. "No worries, mate. If you can find me a place that serves real beer, I'll stay off of it."

The retriever laughed and shook his head, watching the exchange student walk away in a beeline for the bar. "Crazy Aussie," he muttered, turning toward his towel and bag. He looked up and grinned at a spotted figure wearing a white pair of trunks and a Northeastern T-shirt sitting in the shade of the nearby tree.

Yassir leaned against the trunk, one leg cocked up with his forepaws behind his head. He grinned toothily back, his stubby, round ears tilted forward and he waggled his foot, acknowledging his frat brother. "You looked really good out there, Chet," he stated, squinting up at the goldie's muscular frame.

"Heh, thanks," he said, extending a paw. "C'mon, let's go find some trouble to get into. We've got a couple of hours to kill."

"We could lay out in the sun or go swimming," Yassir returned, accepting the help up and then bent over to pick up the towel and Chet's bag.

Chet stared at the desert dog's rump and shifted uncomfortably, looking away quickly. "Uh ... no. That'd make me lazy for my next match," he said, looking back as Yassir stood and turned.

"Well, we could wander back to the hotel and get some coffee in the lobby. That sound's good, no?" Yassir asked, and started walking down the beach.

Chet fell in step next to him. Shaking his head, "No, the hotel's too far to walk and get back here in two hours."

"Well, there's a sand sculpting competition down beach from here," Yassir suggested, shrugging lightly..

"Yeah," Chet grimaced. "Sand." He brushed some of the grains from his chest and wobbled his hips, making more of the beach trickle down his leg. "I've got sand where I shouldn't even have places," he muttered.

"Oh, you poor pup," he said with a grin, stopping and placing a paw on Chet's hip. "That has to be uncomfortable."

"You have no idea," Chet said, scratching behind the hyena's left ear.

"Well, then," he said with a slight giggle, "let's go fix that."

Yassir turned around and lead the way to a nearby beach shower. He leaned into the building and gave a quick glance around. No one was around in the main changing area, and the near shower was occupied. The rusty tin door blocked any view, and the falling water covered the noise from inside the stall. The door didn't reach entirely to the floor, and in the gap, there was a tangle of red and black cloth.

The hyena covered his mouth, stifling another giggle, then held a finger to his lips and gave an exaggerated "Shhhhh." He took Chet by the paw and tiptoed into the far bay. The hinges creaked loudly on old hinges, but the door shut securely. The flimsy latch hooked easily into a small metal eyelet, though it was easy to see that it was more to keep the door shut than to keep anyone out. A small shelf for small personal items now held Chet's personal bag and a soap dish near the water valve supported a small bottle of shampoo. Yassir turned the handle on the wall and an amber-stained spigot poking outward from the redwood siding like a half-limp penis drooping from a glory hole in some seedy theatre's bathroom sputtered into life. The spray from the rusted head shot off in a few crazy directions, but most of it rained down properly onto the bathers.

Yassir pulled off his shirt, tossed it on the handicapped bench and showed off a lightly muscled chest and a mottled brown and black spot pattern. He grinned and lightly guided Chet under the shower, dragging his claws through his thick, golden chest fur. "What are you doing? You'll get us caught!" Chet hissed.

"Oh, just go with it," came the whispered reply. "Besides, we're not the only ones. Listen."

Chet perked his ears and tried to focus as the hyena ran his spotted paws down his body and started peeling off his blue shorts. As the tepid water splashed onto his bare crotch, he caught a soft moan and the sound of nails scrabbling lightly on the tin walls between the stalls. He propped a foot against the wood behind him and leaned back, looking down at the kneeling Yassir with a surprised expression. "How ... ?" he started.

"Years of life in the desert have made my ears sensitive. Why do you think I avoid crowds, nightclubs and concerts? Anyway, they've been going at it since before we came in here," he whispered, scrubbing shampoo softly along Chet's sheath. He turned his head and saw a spotted feline pair of legs in front of a pair of brown canine ones. His desert ears could hear the soft slapping of wet fur on fur and could only grin as he pulled the fuzzy golden sheath back from a bright red shaft. He sniffed it, inhaling the sharp, tangy odor of his lover before licking across the tip. His other paw fondled the cool, hairless sac holding Chet's balls, soaping up his entire waist and groin before sliding his paw along the stiffening shaft.

Chet shivered as the hyena scrubbed the sand from his body, then moaned softly as his cock was slowly stroked. He closed his eyes and clenched his paws, scratching his nails across the wooden wall behind him. He felt the delicate touch of Yassir's claws across the skin of his thighs, stomach and chest. He twitched as each of his nipples were tweaked gently, only opening his eyes when his dorm-mate stood and embraced him. Chet smiled and then returned the hug, locking muzzles and rubbing his hard shaft against the other's. The golden retriever reached down and squeezed the hyena's rump, discovering Yassir's marked lack of clothing. Sliding his paw around on the soapy fur, he slipped a finger under Yassir's stubby tail and into the tight pucker.

Yassir moaned into Chet's muzzle. "I want you," he panted, breaking the kiss and embrace. He placed one knee on the handicap bench, spread the other and thrust his rump out. He looked over his shoulder, eyes hungry with his stubby tail raised. His hard, hyena cock throbbed under his black ball sack, slowly dripping precum onto the wooden slats of the seat.

Chet stepped forward and slowly slid his soapy sheath back, rubbing the tip against the foam slickened folds of Yassir's ass. He teased the hyena further, dragging the thick shaft along his scrotum and squirting strongly scented precum across the orbs. One golden paw slowly caressed along a spotted rump while the suds slowly dripped down, plopping softly onto the floor. Then, with deep groan, Chet split the smaller pup's ass, burying his cock to the bulbs in one, smooth motion.

Yassir gave a shrill yelp of pleasure, claws digging into the wooden seat and screeching across the tin. He pulled forward slightly moving away from his lover's withdrawal, only to shove back when Chet thrust forward. Hips slapped against hips as the retriever's cock swelled and thickened in the hyena's rump. The athlete's knot battered at the tight sphincter, pushing it wider and wider, until it squeezed inside, locking the pair together.

Chet collapsed against Yassir with a groan, shuddering gently as his seed unloaded. Yassir whined slightly, stroking his cock and grinding his his prostate against the other male's hard knot. Soon, hyena spunk spilled across the bench, his ass squeezing and milking Chet's rod for every last drop.

"Now that's a fair dinkum show!" came a familiar voice. "I didn't realize I was hanging around with a pair of Shelas."

Startled to the point of almost ripping his knot out of Yassir's ass, Chet whipped his head around. Standing in the door was his volleyball partner, holding a lit cigarette in one paw, a beer in the other. The lynx opponent from their last match stood nearby with arms crossed across his chest. Then he glanced down, seeing the dingo's huge, swollen member and the cat's smaller one. "Um..." he stuttered.

"No worries, love," he said with a chuckle. "Larry and I have been friends for a while now. I tell ya, he really knows how to bat the balls around," he said, giving the cat an elbow to the ribs. Larry blushed at the comment and leaned in to whisper something in the dingo's ear. "Bonzer idea," Jack said with a grin at the cat as they both walked into the larger stall. "But this time, we make bloody sure the damn door stays locked, 'eh?"