A Cruise Action
#6 of Steps to Pleasure (Straight to Gay)
Max just wanted to have a drink in peace. Karaoke interfered. Maybe he can find something else to do on the waves in this Gruffy long-runner. 11,000 words.
A Cruise Action
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"...love vas ven I lovet juu...one tru time I holt tuuu...in my laif ve'll alvays go on..."
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Max shook his head softly and dipped more beer into his muzzle, which he then swallowed just as the drunken German feline voice launched into the chorus once again.
"...neeer...unt faaar...vereeverrr you aaarrr..."
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The pit bull's ears dropped against his skull. Max clutched the pint in his paw and wondered whether it was okay to wander out of the bar and find somewhere where he could drink it in peace. It didn't really seem like an option. The karaoke bar still seemed like a better option for spending the evening than the night club, filled with drunken Belgians and Britons, or the ala carte restaurant, where drunken middle-aged Swedes were staging some kind of a birthday part. At least he could drink here without having to listen to singing in strange languages while copious amounts of champagne were poured down oddly clattering throats.
The lumbering dog smacked his lips and rubbed his muzzle slowly. He was starting to doubt the brilliance of his idea to catch a ship from Hamburg to the United Kingdom instead of taking the easier route of simply hopping on a plane. It would've been a simple choice for him, it was not a matter of money, but the more adventurous part of his mind had told him that now that he was actually there, doing his Great European Tour of the Lifetime, he might as well take his time. He hadn't really envisioned European cruise ships to be as bad as the American ones, though. These seemed to be just as...interesting, with puking teens, drunken furs, slot machines in every hallway, and staggering Frenchfurs clutching onto shopping bags loaded with...you guessed it right...more alcohol, bottles clattering together while the furs struggled to stay upright despite the sea not being particularly rough.
Max glanced through the window next to which the table he was sitting on had been propped onto the floor, and spied the nightly sea, illuminated by the glow of the ship's many lights. Small foamy waves were visible in the dim cone of light formed by the ferry, and beyond that, there was nothing, besides what seemed like the glimmer of another ship chugging along somewhere in the distance. The sea must've been more busy than he thought. Max wondered if the blinking lights belonged to a ship equally packed with revelling furs getting incredibly drunk on an incredibly unsuitable place such as a ship bouncing along the waves on the North Sea.
Max's ponderings were interrupted by a sudden wet splash against his shoulder, followed by a strange muffled sound. His ears bounced up and there was an instinctual baring of his teeth, directed, once his head turned up, to the sight of some sort of a mutt of a dog, a slinky, shaggy thing holding a pint of beer with some of the foamy drink still dribbling down the side of the glass and his paw...and Max also knew, over his own shirt.
"Watch it," the pit grumbled.
_"_Bocsána_t"_the dog mumbled, eyes shining with the effects of whatever amount of alcohol he had already consumed.
Max frowned, but decided that there was no point in picking up a fight with a drunk.
It might've been fun, though, if the guy had looked like he could throw a punch. This one looked like he was having trouble standing upright.
"Okay," Max said, "never mind, go away now."
"Köszönöm, jól," the dog stated before he wandered away with a decisively lopsided gait.
Max chortled, watching the guy's tail swing dangerously, before he returned the matter of his shirt. He could feel the beer soaking it, not a great deal, but there was a wet patch that felt cold now. There was a small holder of paper napkins on the table but they didn't really seem heavy duty enough to do much of a difference. Max decided that he'd better let his own body heat dry it, and then change his collared shirt into a simple T after showering in his cabin. Judging by the types of entertainment available on the ship, it might be soon. The thought made Max snort and glance at his wristwatch.
Barely ten, GMT+1, he read. That was not a time at all, but he felt almost like turning in. The idea made Max feel older than his years. He should be enjoying himself, hell, he should be shaking his ass on the dance floor somewhere on the ship, or maybe enjoying a bottle of something to drink that didn't taste like German piss. (And he knew how it tasted like and this was not a good variation thereof.) He should've been enjoying himself, he was on a cruise, after all, furs came to one of these not only to get from point A to point B, but to have fun.
Unfortunately, it seemed that furs here had the same ideas about fun as in the US, which meant that things were equally lousy.
Max made his decision, downed the last of his beer and wiped his muzzle on the back of his paw before he got up from the table, leaving the glass there. He dodged a giggling squirrel and a ferret, supporting one another on their feet, it seemed, rounded a confused-looking bear and gave leeway to a trio of fox, wolf and lion who were whooping to one another in what sounded like Spanish, on their way towards the bar while someone on the karaoke stand was just launching into the first cords of a Tom Jones song.
It wasn't immediately evident where the bar ended and the rest of the ship began, Max decided, once he was through the doors and inside the carpeted, dimly lit foyer. There were chairs and little tables there as well, populated with half-passed-out furs, most of them nursing drinks in their paws. At least someone looked like they were actually sleeping there, a fox with his long, red tongue hanging out of his muzzle while his head was tilted all the way back. Max winched when he thought just how sore his neck would be if he'd end up sleeping like that. The double bed in his cabin seemed all the more inviting now, and a good investment, too. Just if he was pretending to be roughing it up on his tramp through Europe he didn't have to suffer, whether it was sleeping in a stinking cabin with three strangers or having to endure yet another chorus of Delilah.
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The pit stomped along the hallway and stopped by a large cutaway section of the box-shaped ship, attached to the wall next to the elevators and the stairs. A colourful arrow pointed his current location, and he tried to spy the map for anything that had the word "bar" or "disco" or "casino" in the name of the location. "Shopping" was another promising keyword, but he wasn't really looking forward to buying a bottle of imported American spirits at the massive European prices or a super-sized Toblerone.
The elevator next to him opened with a "DING!" followed by the chatter of a whole group of panthers chatting to each other excitedly. Max stepped to the side to avoid the swarm before he returned to gazing at the map in the hopes of finding something to do that didn't make him feel like his father...or his mother...
"Excuse me?"
Max's ears perked at the voice, low and masculine, and with a clear, soft American twang that made him feel right at home after several weeks of listening to furs clattering English with more and more outrageous accents. A glance proved that the fur in question was a tall German Shepherd, clad in a neat dark shirt and dark jeans, it seemed, with leather shoes to match. He had a healthy-looking coat to him, Max's eye noted, shiny in a way that indicated meticulous grooming, white teeth, and his breath, too, which he sampled casually, did not smell too badly of alcohol.
"Yes?" Max rumbled.
"Is this the way to the Fantasy Bar?" the American Sheppie questioned, one paw pointed in the direction where Max had just come from.
The pit bull almost cringed.
"Yeah, that's the one," he said. "Enjoy."
The Sheppie's brow quirked at the pit bull's tone.
"That nice, huh?" his lips curled into a smile.
Max looked at the German Shepherd for a moment, a measured gaze.
"If you like karaoke," the pit bull mused.
The fellow canine's ears flicked back.
"You gotta be kidding."
Max shrugged his broad shoulders.
"If you like Tom Jones and having beer spilled on by Finnish furs, sure," the pit bull stated.
The Sheppie snorted.
"And I just left the 'Mermaid Lounge' because they started singing karaoke there," the dog complained.
"Sorry," Max huffed, his voice a bit softer now that he saw that the Sheppie was genuinely displeased at the state of things. Maybe he was a kindred spirit, just looking for a quiet place to drink in peace and without unpleasant distractions. "Seems to be the fashion around here..."
The German Shepherd chuckled.
"Not into karaoke, then?" the Sheppie asked.
"My voice can apparently cause storm clouds to appear," Max smirked.
The German Shepherd flashed out a smile...a surprisingly friendly one, considering they were complete strangers connected only by the fact that they were two American furs on a foreign ship, Max thought. The pit bull had to admit that the dog was not unattractive...maybe a few years younger than he was, though the difference couldn't have been great. The male seemed mature enough, not one of those eternal schoolboy types Max knew too well. Not completely serious, either, judging by the comments they had already swapped about karaoke.
"Guess I'll be trying the Cabaret Club again, then," the Sheppie said.
Max glanced at the map on the wall, where "Cabaret Club" was marked as a yellow blotch on decks 5 and 6 on the aft part of the ship.
"That any good?" he asked. "I haven't been there."
"I popped by earlier and it looked like a weird German birthday party with a band and sing-along and some showgirls..."
That sounded even worse than the karaoke bar. Max let the notion show on his face, too, his ears dropping even further than before.
"Don't tell me it's an oompah band," Max grumbled.
"There might've been a tuba, but it was pretty dark," the German Shepherd said, "I didn't stay to be sure."
Max laughed, a kind of a rough grumble that might've intimidated some, but the Sheppie, he noted, took it in the stride, and instead smiled in return. His tail was wagging, even, and he was still...smiling.
Very kindly.
Very kindly indeed.
Max felt a pleasant twinge in his groin at the realization, and felt his own smile widen, too. That wasn't an unhappy discovery, not at all. It was good to know that he was among his own kind, even on this rather underwhelming ship.
"Well, shit, then," Max scratched his neck, one thick arm bending to show its tight, muscled curve, "guess I better avoid that place, too."
"You been around the ship?" the Sheppie asked.
"A bit," Max replied, "had a quick bite to eat at the restaurant before everyone got drunk there, and tried to have a beer but it was more like furs pouring it on one another than down their throats."
The Sheppie grinned.
"Must be something about ships that makes the British and the Germans to start acting like frat boys," he said, "I'm surprised they aren't already breaking out the funnel and the hose in the karaoke bar."
Max chuckled, and the fellow dog's eyes seemed to shine with amusement.
"That's disgusting," Max snickered.
"Glad we agree," the Sheppie stated.
Max gave him another look now. The handsome stranger was looking at him, too, and Max couldn't help but pick on the way the previous sentence had been intoned...like...as if there was a certain kind of a weight on it.
"Max," the pit bull offered his big paw.
"Howdy," the Sheppie took the paw without hesitation, another thing that pleased Max, "the name's Dante."
"Nice to meet ya," Max let his own voice drawl a little upon the Sheppie's greeting.
Their paws separated, after a firm squeeze, and they stood apart again.
"Likewise," the Sheppie replied.
"I don't suppose you'd like a glass of Jack Daniels before bed?" Max offered, watching the Sheppie carefully. "Since the ship seems to be dead for guys like..."
Max let it linger, watching the Sheppie curiously before he continued...
"...like our age..." he winked, "I might as well drink in my own goddamn cabin."
The Sheppie's smile widened.
"Why, sounds like a fantastic idea to me," Dante replied. "Your place, I presume?"
"That's where the booze is," Max grinned.
"Led the way, then," the Sheppie spoke, tail wagging behind him.
"Let's grab the elevator," Max said, "we gotta go up a few decks."
The Sheppie's ears perked.
"You live upstairs?" he questioned.
"You could say so," Max grinned as he stomped over and smacked the elevator button with his paw.
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"You weren't joking, I see" the Sheppie mused when Max let them into his suite.
"What can I say?" Max chuckled. "I like travelling comfortably."
"I thought mine was nice enough," Dante spoke while looking around the cabin, which was complete with windows showing out to the sea, a double bed with a neat blue bedspread that matched the carpet, a couch, a dresser, and a few articles of pit bull clothing carelessly strewn about from the time when Max had changed before heading out for the night with his hopes high, "but this is great."
"It's alright," Max smiled, the door closed, his key dropped, the lights turned on, "you take a seat and relax. I'll get the booze."
"Thanks."
Max picked up a bag from the floor and put it on his bed before zipping it open. He made sure to stand up straight, aware that the Sheppie was getting a good view of his body from behind, from his current positioning on the small couch. He might as well be a good host and serve some eye candy, too, the pit bull thought with a private grin, as he pulled the bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of plastic cups from an entire packet.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything more fancy," he said as he flashed the cups at the Sheppie.
"That's perfectly fine," Dante replied, seated comfortably on the couch.
Max put the cups down onto the nightstand and then carefully uncorked the bottle of whisky.
"You won't believe how expensive this is here," he said, "thirty Euros it cost...that's forty bucks."
"Damn," the Sheppie replied.
"Makes you appreciate the good stuff all the more, that," Max smiled while he poured a good splash of the strong-smelling drink into each cup. He made sure that both were topped up to the same level and then put the bottle carefully back into the bag before he walked across the comfortable cabin, the cup offered to the Sheppie.
"Prost," Max smiled before dropping onto the couch, legs spread wide for comfort, his knee almost touching the Sheppie's.
Dante lifted his own cup, prompting Max to answer the toast.
"You speak German?" Dante inquired.
"I learned that word pretty quickly once I arrived in Germany," Max winked.
"Prost," Dante clipped their cups together, still smiling.
They both drank, and Max noted with delight that the Sheppie could hold his liquor, sipping it down without a wince.
"On holiday or business?" he asked.
"A little bit of both," Dante replied. "I had a conference in Berlin and after that I spent a little time just holidaying and plan to spend a few days in England before flying home from London. Paid by the company, heh, the flight, that is, the rest I'll cover myself."
"Great," Max replied, "good thinking. You enjoyed it?"
"It's been fine so far," the Sheppie said, "how about you?"
"Pleasure," Max stated with a toothy grin.
The Sheppie looked at him curiously, his eyes again very warm, it seemed, and carefully observing the warm-shaded pit bull from a couple of feet away.
"Is that so?" he said, his tail giving a small wag between his legs, the tip brushing the carpeted floor.
"Yep," Max leaned back on the couch, letting himself relax while he scratched his ample belly through his shirt with the paw that was not currently holding a drink, "gave up the old 9 till 5 for a few months. Decided to take a breather from it all, you know...see a bit of the world...relax a bit..."
The Sheppie nodded.
"Sounds nice," he said, "if you can afford it."
"I'm my own boss," Max grinned, "how about you?"
"Private industry," Dante replied.
"A good job?" Max inquired.
Dante tipped the cup in his paw from side to side.
"I like the challenges," Dante said.
"Excellent," Max responded in kind before taking a good, sip that made him let out a pleased rumble. While he was concentrated on his drink he noted that the Sheppie was watching him, his eyes not leaving the pit bull while they both lounged on the couch.
"I like a good challenge myself, too," Max mused.
The Sheppie's smile widened. Max became very well aware of his musk, a new masculine presence in the air of the cabin that mostly smelled of himself, and with very little hints of its previous occupants. An equine, he suspected, had been there during the previous crossing.
Max swallowed, cleared his throat, and put his cup down onto the small table by the couch, with a lamp on it, turned off for the moment. The dim lighting in the cabin was just fine, he thought.
"Do you think I'm a challenge?" Dante questioned in a soft whisper.
Max put his paw onto the Sheppie's thigh and gave it a firm squeeze. He could hear a rumble, rising from the dog's throat, his tail giving an additional wag. Max could feel warmth rush into his own groin, enjoying the sound and the feel of the male sitting next to him.
"I don't know...we just met," he said.
"Well I'm already here..." Dante replied, looking at the pit bull's eyes with a smile, "do you think I'm easy?"
Max chuckled.
"I'm not sure, do you think I'm easy? Asking you to come to my cabin after knowing you for two minutes?"
The musk seemed to intensify, felt by both, as they kept on sitting there, Max's paw moving an inch or so up and down on the Sheppie's pleasantly firm thigh, covered in the soft cloth of his pants. Max could see a curiosity-inducing mound just below the leather belt-bordered waistline.
"Maybe you just know what you want," Dante replied, "and don't waste time getting it, either."
A paw landed upon Max's arm, and he knew that his own exploring paw was more than welcome. Max smiled, his big chest puffing out as he drew a deep breath, showing his body off with its gentle motion while he exchanged air.
"No point in beating around the bush if all that'll lead to is you beating off alone, heh," the pit bull smirked.
Dante chuckled, fingers massaging the thick arm under his pads.
"That was fucking terrible," he mused, "but..."
His voice lowered, and his fingers became a bit more firm, feeling the mounds of well-developed muscle in the slightly older fur's arm.
"...somehow you don't strike me as a guy who's often left to his own devices..."
Max rolled his shoulder back a little and let the muscles in his arm tense, to give the Sheppie something else to feel up.
"Not if I can do anything to help it," the pit bull replied.
The distance between their muzzles disappeared and the kiss felt like tongue, and dog, and spit, and Jack Daniels, and musk, filling their noses while paws gripped onto arms and made it into an embrace of sorts. Dante's tongue pushed eagerly into Max's maw, and the pit bull received it with a pleasured grunt and sucked on the wet, smooth organ with fervour that made his cock grow hard rapidly in his pants, tenting them out. He wondered dimly whether the Sheppie was enjoying the kiss as much as he was, and dropped his paw along Dante's arm, over the side covered in cloth, and then onto the bulge he had already spied on earlier.
"Hmmmhh..."
His fingers squeezed and felt a full sheath, big balls underneath, the large cock bulging out into the pouch of his underwear, and the pants that started to feel like they were on the way. The massage, combined with the continue kiss and spit-swap kept the Sheppie grumbling, and Max, feeling confident and good, ramped up the stroking until he heard the fellow dog's tail wagging against the side of the couch.
"Oh that's fucking nice," the Sheppie growled in a rough voice, his own paws gripping firmly onto Max's thick arms, "been missing that..."
Max licked the Sheppie's lips and covered them in a wet sheen of saliva, which made both of them murr, exhaling booze-flavoured air into the space between their muzzles.
"Got a dry spell?" the pit bull teased, his fingers working as much as his words to rile up the German Shepherd.
"In a manner of speaking...nhhh..." Dante's hips flexed, thrusting his groin into the cupping paw that undulated over his swollen dick, "...guy doesn't like kissing..."
Max chortled.
"One of those huh?" his ears flicked.
Dante grabbed the back of the pit bull's neck and leaned close.
"Hmmmh," he breathed before engaging his host in another lip locking action.
Max decided that playing with the Sheppie's hooded dick was fun, but there were better things to do while they were making out. Hence, he pushed the smaller male to the side and swung his leg up to the couch while he himself lowered himself down over him, paws rubbing over the Sheppie's smooth, warm body while their tongues continued their spelunking game around Max's muzzle in one time, in Dante's the other. He seemed to enjoy feeling the big male on top of him, Max's hefty musclegut digging onto his own toned belly while their groins humped back and forth, propelled by quickly stoked lust.
"Well..." Max gazed down to him, and winked, "I like to do all sorts of things with my muzzle..."
He licked the Sheppie's long muzzle with his tongue, drawing out another gasp, the throb against his belly noticeable while he adjusted the position and poked his hard cock directly onto the brown dog's endowment. The thrust brought a barking noise and heavy lips, with a nibble of teeth, landing onto Max's jaw, tasting his skin in a sensual manner that made him rumble happily.
"Prove it," the Sheppie challenged.
"With pleasure," Max grinned.
He slid down the couch and onto the floor, again glad for the carpet when his knees met the deck and he was muzzle to...eye...with the Sheppie's waistband.
"Hello there..." the pit bull mused, paws stroking the Sheppie's belly while he nuzzled onto the bulge in the doggie's pants.
"Ah yes..."
Max resisted the urge to drool all the way through the fabric and munch on the Sheppie's tool before unwrapping his present, but he wasn't sure whether Dante would appreciate that too much, and restricted himself to warm huffing and sniffing around his groin. Dante leaned back on the couch and brushed clawed fingertips through the soft fur on Max's head, obviously having a great time even if you didn't listen to his tail wagging.
"Someone hasn't washed his balls today," Max observed while he let his paws massage down along Dante's belly and onto his belt.
"Too...lazy..." the Sheppie replied, his hips flexing under the weight of the pit bull's warm arms.
Max unbuckled the belt and worked through the little buttons with ease, to part the folds of cloth to reveal slightly darkened, taut elastic fabric containing something very warm and pulsing. He licked his lips at the sight and planted a kiss onto the Sheppie's cock through his boxers, making Dante murr pleasurably.
"Aahh..."
"I ain't gonna have the patience to take off your shoes or anything," Max snorted when he pushed his paws under the Sheppie's butt, "but these are coming down..."
He lifted the Sheppie's lower body clear off the couch and pulled his pants down to his knees, clear off using his thumbs. His eyes did not miss the moment when the Sheppie's cock plopped out of his underwear and against his belly, hard, knotted and throbbing, with a sweet musk rising from him, signalling further arousal with every passing moment.
"Got a nice bone on ya," Max rumbled his approval when he gripped the base of the now proudly displayed tool and squeezed carefully just below the knot. The dog barked out and grabbed his wrist, though his eyes seemed to burn with lust and desire, "and tasty-looking balls...let's see if I ain't wrong..."
Slurping noises filled with the cabin while Max did his sampling. He attacked the Sheppie's jewels with his tongue and lips, all the while his free paw rolled pads around the circumference of his shaft. Dante let out some half-contained barks and moans, his hips rolling forward to gain more sensations of the like. Max smirked while his nose dug onto the warm fuzzy skin that was the dog's sheath, and he tasted sweat and manhood on his lips and tongue, his muzzle buried into the Sheppie's delicious sac.
*ruff ruff*
"Hmm...I like a man who smells like one," Max leered as he let saliva dribble from his tongue onto the Sheppie's balls, "I like a lot..."
"Aren't you gonna...ah...suck on it?" Dante complained, when the pit's teasing seemed to go on and on without giving him the small relief of a more direct touch on his hard member.
"Hmmmmmmph...patience..."Max grinned, rolling the Sheppie balls in his palm and tugging on them a little, lifting the heavy package to reveal what was below them in the dog's taint, "what do we have here..."
Max let go of the balls just long enough to rub his thumb over Dante's spit-polished scrotum and then grabbed them again on a kind of a reverse grip, this time so that he could push his lubricated finger down into the crack of the Sheppie's rear. Dante's heavily lidded eyes followed the motion of his paw, as much as the naughty look on Max's seasoned muzzle, when he pressed his thumb onto the Sheppie's pucker and stroked, eliciting a groan.
"Got a hot hole, too..." the pit bull noted, "you like this?"
"Y-yeah..." Dante's tail rustled on the carpet, "feels good..."
Max poked at the Sheppie's unseen pucker with his slick thumb and enjoyed the feeling of the ring of secretive muscle quivering a little under his touch.
"You like getting fucked?" Max didn't see any point in circling the issue on his mind while his own lust grew to prodigious proportions inside his own pants, strained even further by the posture so that it seemed well possible that the front would simply tear open.
"Been too long since I was," Dante rumbled, "but I do..."
Max licked his lips, tasting musk on them, which made him grow deep in his throat.
"We can do something about that, too..." he grinned, running his fingerpads along the Sheppie's shaft all the way to the corona of the blunt tip.
"Aaahhh..."
Max leaned over and licked the red, thick tip a few times before he sat back on his haunches, spine popping while his large body rolled and moved, then up to his footpaws, paws moving to unbutton his shirt.
"Maybe you'd like to see what you're up against," he snickered.
"Always," Dante replied, his own paws moving to his own buttons.
It wasn't exactly a competition, but both males did good time getting rid of their shirts, and Dante wriggled out of his pants too, so naughtily bunched up on his knees for the moment, now revealing his lean legs while Max uncovered more and more of beefy pit bull perfection whenever clothes were shed. He took off his shoes, too, and made a little show of unbuttoning his pants and then chucking them off, before he stood there, arms to his sides, letting the by now naked Sheppie feast his eyes on his body.
"My, my," Dante clicked his tongue while he stared, openly, one paw resting on his own thigh, in the vicinity of his straining cock, "that was a bit unexpected."
"You like?"
Max put a thumb under the elastic of his jockstrap and gave it a snap, which made the Sheppie's ears jump amusingly. The pit ran a fingerpad over the hefty curve of his cock, barely contained by the leather pouch of the jockstrap he wore under his nice pants, a perfect, teasing gesture to go with the sight of the erotic undergarment being filled up to brim by his manly wares. Dante's eyes were not moving anywhere while Max threw one paw behind his neck and showed off the angle of his body, one armpit proudly displayed for a moment as he pivoted and then wagged his tail a little. His back curved and his legs went wide, to show off the thick muscles of his rump for the eagerly panting Sheppie. He didn't even have to turn to look over his shoulder to see what the reaction was...the sublime gasp at the reveal of his ass was more than enough to tell him that he'd had him hooked, even if there really wasn't any doubt about that.
"I do like," the Sheppie commented.
Max faced the other dog again, his own tail giving the odd wag while he posed a little, making sure that the Sheppie got a good dose of visual pleasure from looking at the handsome big canine, ready for action.
"Heheh."
"You into leather?" Dante questioned.
Max rubbed slowly over the mound of his cock hidden in its cradle of leather, letting out another deep, sensual rumble at the feeling of his straining dick being stimulated. The Sheppie's eyes looked hungry, and attentive on everything that happened upon Max's body.
"I like how this feels...and smells...and the fact that I'm wearing it in public and nobody knows..." Max drawled lazily.
Dante winked and wagged his tail, his hard cock proudly in display.
"I'll take that as a yes," Dante mused before he made a smooth step onto his paws and walked over to the standing pit bull, cock bouncing along.
Max put his arms around the Sheppie and yanked him into a rough embrace of sorts, warm dick poking onto his gut while he rubbed a paw down along the silky fur on Dante's back, all the way to the base of his tail before one big paw landed with a smack onto one half of the dog's rear. Dante grinned and licked Max's cheek, humping his hips onto the pit bull's sexy musclegut. Their muzzles soon pressed together and they swapped another long kiss before Max pulled back, panting noisily.
"I've got an idea," the pit bull smirked.
"I'm all ears," Dante flicked his thoroughly.
Max squeezed the Sheppie's rear firmly and grinned.
"Get on the bed, on your back."
"I thought you would never ask."
Max admired the Sheppie's swinging buns while Dante climbed onto the bed and settled down onto it, legs spread eagerly while he settled upon Max's king-sized mattress. The pit bull looked him up for a few moments before he decided that the time for eating the Sheppie out with his eyes was over. He was hard and knotty and ready to go, and he'd been ready ever since...well...ever since the last time he'd gotten off, in that hotel room in Hamburg.
The jockstrap was removed with due care, leading to a pleased murr from the Sheppie, Max noted, as he stood up to his full height and copped a feel of his balls, just enough to give his hard shaft a friendly wiggle.
"Looks like all of you is delightfully big..." the Sheppie slurred.
Max tilted his muzzle and smiled.
"You thought I was all talk?" the pit bull made his dick bounce with a naughty squeeze of his muscles back down.
"I bet you're both grower and a shower..." Dante retorted.
"Does it matter, as long as it's big?" Max smirked with pride at his endowment.
"Nope," Dante rubbed his own shaft leisurely.
"Paws off," Max chortled while he stepped forward towards the bed, "got a better thing to do with that than let you jack it..."
"Well I'm the one who's waiting!" Dante's tail swapped the bed.
Max climbed onto the edge of the bed, his posture showing off his body nicely, every curve and the thick gut, with his cock pressing onto it, a wet, slimy trail of pre going down along his length.
"Hope that muzzle is good for things other than teasing," Max grumbled, well aware that he was dripping onto the ship bed sheets. "Open up!"
Dante gave him a curious look, but soon enough all he could see was Max's ponderous posterior, complete with its wagging tail while the pit bull straddle him, knees on either side of the Sheppie's head while he spread himself on top of the reclining dog. Max licked his lips again once he came face to face with Dante's wet, hard cock, poking out of its sheath and onto the Sheppie's creamy belly furs. He heard muffled murmurings from somewhere where his belly was practically smothering the murring dog underneath him.
"Sweet," Max smirked before he gripped the Sheppie's shaft and gobbled his muzzle full of cock before Dante had a chance to mutter a gasped 'fuck' from somewhere below Max's groin.
The wet, meaty shaft slid into Max's suctioning maw, large enough but not too challenging to Max's experienced muzzle. He might've been a big top dog, but he was no stranger to cocks and he knew his way around one, too. The Sheppie's offering was not inconsiderable, and he murred happily at the filling sensation, before his cheeks hollowed when he hit on the next gear in his suction.
"Ahhhmmhupppphh...."
"Hmmmmhh..." Max grumbled, leaning onto one elbow to support his weight while he bobbed his head up and down in increments, his paw meandering onto the Sheppie's balls to keep playing with the dog's sac. They felt good in his palm, too, and rolling them around had the desired effect of making Dante moan again, just when his lips were seeking the hot, oozing tip of Max 's own erection.
The Sheppie had to open his maw wide. It almost felt like his jaws were about to pop when the pit bull's thick cock spread his lips into an O-ring of joy that slid along the length of Max's doggie bone. Every breath he took through his nose, for that was the only option now, with his maw thus occupied, carried an aroma of musk and sex muscles that was as heady as the taste of the flesh sliding along his slippery tongue. One of Dante's paws splayed flat over the pit bull's thick gut while the other did a gallant attempt at squeezing down on his knot, to add another pleasant sensation to the mixture of sexual pleasure flowing through Max's netherquarters.
Slurping sounds filled the cabin, much like earlier when they were making out, but even more heated now, and more wet, while their maws did their best in teasing each other to the best of their ability. Max loved a good blowjob like anything else, and getting one while he was savouring a dick in his own muzzle was a special pleasure indeed. Tails wagged and muscles trembled pleasantly while both of them sustained a comfortable pace, Max toying with the Sheppie's cock while Dante swallowed as much of Max's length as was physically possible. He almost gagged a few times at the impressively thick rod, which only resulted in more slick saliva to cover Max's shaft, and much of Dante's chin in the process, too.
Max loved the contractions running through his shaft, being teased so well by the Sheppie's muzzle, but he had enough of a presence of mind to keep exploring Dante's body, too. His eyes closed, letting his other senses do their bidding for now, he stroked his paws along the Sheppie's thighs, feeling warm fur and muscle there, his balls in their loose sac, the base of that fluffy, wagging tail, and what was found there, hidden in the crease of his ass. Max spared a finger from fondling Dante's balls and began another assault on his tailhole, finding its rims gently sprinkled with hair and the actual smoothness of the opening, a pleasant sensation upon his fingerpad even if his brain had currently taken residence on the tip of his dick, it seemed, his mind was so concentrated on the pleasure flowing along his body. The sensual feeling of the Sheppie's tailhole registered, however, and tempted him to press on, to stroke the eye of muscle and feel its slight give, and its strength, under his paw.
The idea crossed his mind and was quickly approved, prompting Max to let Dante's cock slide slowly out of his muzzle, all the way until it plopped out and stroked his face wetly before it landed upon Dante's belly. The Sheppie's pleasured moan vibrated along Max's own cock and made him thrust his heaving hips, just once, so that his knot nearly bumped on Dante's lips.
"There's another way to do a 69..." Max grumbled, as he gave his hips a little wriggle, and scooped the Sheppie's ass into his big paws, lifting him up using his own brute strength just enough that he could nudge his chin over Dante's ball sac and put his muzzle where he wanted it now, into the crack of the dog's hairy rear and what delights awaited there.
Dante moaned at the sensation of a wet tongue sliding along his crack before it zeroed in very suddenly onto his undulating anus. The slick muscle swirled and pressed on, forcing Dante to pull away from the pit bull's cock so that he could draw a few deep, proper, if musk-filled breaths. The new posture was as thrilling as the previous one, still placed between the pit bull's sweaty thighs, a huge cock and balls dangling on his face while his own legs pointed up into the air in a slightly lopsided angle brought on by Max's confident paws holding his ass in his grip.
"Uhhhhyeah..." Dante breathed out, raking paws through Max's belly and thighs so that he could return the favour, gripping his tail and tugging on it before he raised the pit bull's whip-like appendage to reveal his own inviting pucker. Dark enough, surrounded by the tan fur of his rump, of similar shade as the rest of him...smelling like the big dog he was...clean, but fragrant with sex and the heat of a manly rut.
Delicious, Dante decided, once he had his tongue curled around one huge pit bull testicle and his paws began to grope the rump he could not fit into his palms the way Max managed to do to his own more compact posterior. There was no way he could do that, the sexy ass his muzzle was approaching with each teasing lick. It was hard to concentrate or made it into the kind of a controlled sexual venture that the Sheppie liked to give to his partner, not now when a seemingly huge tongue was washing up and down his own crack, with each slick swipe ending at the pink gates into his own manly cave of delight.
His fingers dug onto the pit bull's valley and pried the halves of his rump apart, a much more measured gesture than the rough pull of Max's huge paws holding down onto his fuzzy ass cheeks and keeping them perfectly aligned for the act of tongue-kissing Dante's shiny little butthole. The Sheppie's agile spine meant that neither of them felt too awkward at the pose that allowed both of them to much on as much ass as they wanted...and Max had worked up quite the hunger, and the Sheppie didn't seem to be very far away, either. Even while snacking on the Sheppie's rump, Max couldn't help but rumble at the slow teasing Dante was giving for his own rear...moving towards the pit bull's hole with slobbery licks that had him leaking and straining all over again, and growling into the muffler of a buttcrack his nose was buried in, right under a tail that threatened to smack Max's head when the licks zeroed in on their ultimate target.
The pit bull angled his hips down, almost sitting onto the muzzle that teased his opening, all the while the horny dog went down on Dante's own pleasure zone with his own big, agile tongue. The resisting muscle played hokey with him, encouraging Max to poke and slobber as much as he could, as if he was gnawing on a thick bone. The vibrating butt cheeks of sinewy muscle felt great under his paws, but the hole his lips treated like a friend was even more fun, especially combined with the eager head he was getting under his own lustfully curled tail. The bed vibrated with their rumbles and moans and the almost imperceivable thrum of the ship's engines, which was easily blocked out by the trembles created by two big males enjoying each other's bodies to the fullest, dwelling into the deep cracks and nooks that brought pleasure for both the giving and the receiving party.
Their sensual battle raged on until Max came up for air and admired the wet, spit-soaked crack and the hotly winking tailhole looking up to him from the mess he had made on the Sheppie's taint, covered in that sheen of frothy spit that made it look...quite simply as that...fuckable.
Max let out a warm rumble, again let to express himself more fully now that his face wasn't full of ass, and spared one of his paws so that he could poke a finger against the hole. It yielded with relative ease, swallowing him up to one knuckle and then some more, when he twisted it and felt up around the circumference of the fleshy, elastic rim that formed the Sheppie's opening. To feel that same constriction around his cock...and to spread it with his knot and tie into the male...his bitch...
It was an itch that he simply had to scratch, and it was enough to make him pull away form the merry slurping of Dante's tongue, still giving such a decadent workout for his own pucker, amidst the dampness of Max's butt cheeks.
The pit bull heaved one knee over the Sheppie's body and landed heavily onto the bed, with an appropriate grunt as he rolled over to his side and then sat up before standing up from the bed. He gave the breathless Sheppie a look and wandered over to his bag, abandoned by the foot of the bed.
"I think it's time we got to it, dontcha think?" Max stated as he went for the zipper.
"Anything you like," the Sheppie replied, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.
"Oh I've got an idea or two," Max chuffed.
He dug around his bag and produced the healthily size bottle of lube that always travelled with him, good, familiar stuff to keep well in stock, besides the smaller containers that came handy whenever he went out. The heavy duty bottle would do well now, he thought, grinning delighted now that he squirted the slick silicon lube from the bottle onto his paw and brought it down under his tail.
"Hope you're one of those guys who can fuck even after shooting their load," Max said, "because I think I want yours before I put this in your ass..."
Max made his cock bounce, by squeezing down on the pucker his fingers graced just at that moment, making him gasp with the familiarity of the sensation, combined with the coolness of the lube.
"Never...had a problem with that," Dante replied, his eyes following the pendulous cock as if hypnotized.
"Good," Max growled, feeling his fingertips play with his rim as he wriggled them, trying to get deeper into his own depths, "because it makes me feel extra hot and into it, y'know...feeling that thick load sloshing inside me when I'm pounding away and putting my own into ya..."
Dante's eyes flashed.
"You like it dirty, huh?" he stated, his cock rock hard against his belly, the knot fully formed and definitely in need of a tight hole around it.
Max grimaced, briefly, his gates breached, wingers dwelling into his tunnel, spreading lube along the tender pink walls.
"Sometimes" he licked his lips, his cock dribbling onto the floor, "help yourself to some lube, I ain't gonna wait for long..."
He tossed the bottle onto the bed. Dante scrambled to pick up the white tube and wasted no time in getting some of the goop onto his shaft, even under the threat of stimulating himself too much while there was something decisively better for his dick to do other than to spurt from the simple act of rubbing greasy pads onto his shaft.
"Looks ready enough for me," Max barked out, tail whipping down when his fingers plopped out of his hole and he made his next move, to crash onto the bed again.
"Get up," Max harrumphed.
Dante did as he was told, standing by the bed while Max re-arranged a couple of pillows, one under his neck, the other under his butt, while he settled onto the bed before drawing up his legs and making his hole wink at the dog waiting for his go. Dante let out an almost strangled noise at the sight, and Max grinned between his own wriggling toes, still adjusting for the best position.
"Heh, you can come back now...us older guys like to be comfy whatever we're doing, y'know," Max drawled teasingly before giving his tail and inviting wag, "this is good, I think...and I'm all set...so whatya waiting for, a start pistol?"
Dante let out an exaggerated bark when he climbed onto the bed and settled into position, not needing any signposts to point his way when he crawled to the place where he was needed, his hips automatically aligning themselves for the proper angle while he used one paw to nudge his pointed tip onto the pit bull's crack. Both canines let out huffs, and Dante, keeping his hips steady to avoid slipping, gripped onto the steady handles formed by Max's legs, propped into the air by his posture as he prepared to receive the pounding he was looking for.
The Sheppie did not disappoint. A concentrated scowl appeared on his muzzle when he started to push, leaning into the thrust that continued, with Max's muscles quivering upon the weight of the large dog pressing onto him. He was wet, he was ready, there was a lot of will, the Sheppie was hard and shaped like a fleshy target-seeking torpedo, only a little negotiation was required before he suddenly slipped past the thickly muscled gates and he was going in, deeper, deeper, into further heat with every single passing inch.
"Aahahfuck..."
Max gasped out, enjoying the relatively sudden sensation of penetration, of being filled up to a comfortable level, his hole stretching and the walls of his passage yielding to conform to the shape and size of the intruder in his rump. It'd been a while for him, too, and the Sheppie was going a good job in easing the pit bull back into the role of a bottom.
"B-bang!" Dante growled, leaning over the pit bull, heavy legs hooked over his strong shoulders while his hips strained, ready to go.
"Hah!" Max barked out.
Dante yanked his hips back, balls slapping into Max's taint once he lurched forward and buried himself down all the way to the knot in the pit bull's butt.
"Ahm..."
"There you have it..."
"I've...got it..." Max grinned wildly, his own tongue lolling out now while he concentrated on the hot stroking motion coming from inside him and making his prostate sing with joy on each bulbous pass over his love-spot inside his rectum.
The Sheppie's legs powered him into action, setting a good pace of pounding into Max's rump, hips smacking onto thick muscle. Max's voice drawled into sexy, encouraging grunts, but no real words were needed. Both knew what they were doing, and neither one needed dirty talk to egg each other one. The hot grip of Max's ass and the firm, determined poking of Dante's dick through the grip of the pit bull's channel were more than enough to convey the message.
The bed creaked, sweat made Max 's forehead shine, and his legs swayed along with his body with the deep, powerful thrusts coming from the Sheppie. Dante's pumping had him going, Max's cock pulsing hotly while he took it like a man, in the ass, a deep pounding from a hard, lustful man looking to put his nut into the ass of another male and marking him as his lay for the night. Max knew as much and encouraged it by squeezing down on the thick intruder pulsing inside his rear, savouring every time the thick, lobed knot punched onto his hole. The slick piece of meat was full and hard, obviously trying to get in there with the rest of his impressively performing cock all the while his heavy balls spanked Max's firm ass.
"Ah...yeah...fuck...right there..." Max drawled on, feeling the Sheppie's tip milk his prostate on each pass, pumping him into a sweaty frenzy while Dante worked his balls off to bring both of them to a massive, jarring orgasm.
"You...ah...want it?" the Sheppie panted, thrusting with all his weight into the pit bull's welcoming tightness.
"Give it to me...h...hard..." Max grinned.
Slam, slam, slam.
Max's toes curled when the knot overpowered whatever tension his hole might be hope to be capable of after such a thorough pounding, and suddenly it was in, smashed against his prostate and pulsing wildly, and then it was moving, a few, heavy, panting thrusts landing in quick succession before Dante let out a strangled howl and bred the pitt bull with his seed.
Hot splashes filled Max's back passage, the cock swelling and throbbing while Dante unloaded himself in a series of thick, warm spurts. Max leaned back and simply enjoyed the ride, the almost-pain of being knotted, the heat in his belly, the cock making him feel full, and alive, pulsing like a vicious snake spitting into his rump all the while the heavy male on top of him panted, snarled, and made faces of rapture upon being tied and knotted to his bitch.
Max played the role gladly for the moment, letting his own breaths calm down slowly while Dante caught his own. His hips felt a bit numb from being in the missionary position for quite some time now, but Max knew it was part of the experience, in a way, and enjoyed it as well. The Sheppie's cock still gave a few pulses every now and then, balls nestled neatly into Max's crack while he rested in his mount, belly flush with Max's welcoming gut.
"Well, I definitely needed that," Max spoke lazily as he looked up at the sweaty, pleasantly stinky dog lying on top of him, and still inside him, "feels like you did, too."
Max squeezed down on the dick inside him, and got a good-natured growl and a lick in reply.
"Could say so," Dante spoke gruffly, "damn..."
"Nothing like a good workout, huh?" Max teased.
"One like this, always," the Sheppie said.
They revelled in the lull at the feeling for a few moments, enjoying the musky bodies still joined together, covered in sweat and funk from their recent activities. Dante relaxed over the pit bull, Max's thick cock resting between the Sheppie's fuzzy belly and the pit's gut, which had lost none of its hardness during the hard pounding upon the daddy dog's rump. Every movement, and every breath from either of them stroked on the thick, warm meat sandwiched on warm fur.
"Well I ain't done yet," Max breathed out once his heart had returned to a normal pace from the heated activities before. He let one paw go from his knee and ruffled the Sheppie's head furs playfully, "hope you ain't, either."
Dante thrust his hips forward, churning the slick mess he had made inside the pit bull's rump, making the big guy underneath him hiss, briefly, when the knot seated in him shifted briefly.
"Not by a long shot," Dante said.
"Pop out, then, it's time I uncorked your little tush," Max grinned rudely while he poked the Sheppie's ass with his heel.
Dante play-barked, but paid due respect when he slowly pulled himself out, giving Max time to relax himself a little when the mostly engorged knot slipped out of him. His cock bounced up, still heavy and dripping, both with lube and his own slimy fluids. The Sheppie sat back on his haunches and breathed out deeply, eyes lingering on the creampie of a butthole that was visibly open for a moment before Max's insides pursed themselves. The shutter motion made a rude splurting noise and forced out a trickle of seed down the big dog's taint, leaving a musky trail that impregnated the air with the smell of anal rut.
"Fuck..." Dante growled.
"What do you think I have in mind?" Max chuckled while he let his legs drop down to the bed and sat upright with a mighty rumble.
"You tell me."
Max yawned and scratched his belly, just above the bobbing tip of his hard cock, and grinned.
"Damn...you did a number on me...nice..." the pit bull murred, "glad I'm not travelling by train or by plane..."
"You'd do this on a train or a plane?" Dante chuckled.
"You'd be surprised what I get up to when I travel," Max grinned.
"I'll take your word for that."
Max patted the bed next to him.
"Come'n here, big guy...I've got an idea."
"Don't you ever..." Dante smirked, but did as he was told, shuffling on his knees across the bed.
Max gave a little nudge and manoeuvred the Sheppie down onto his side before he fetched the bottle of lube from the bedside table where it had been dropped by Dante before their first tryst, and now a copious amount was squeezed down onto his paw, which he then brought down between the Sheppie's butt cheeks while his other paw gripped onto an arm.
"Do you like doing it like this?" Max began to lick the Sheppie's neck while he ground his dick onto Dante's back, fingers prying onto his crack and spreading lube there.
Dante let out a soft breath and pressed back onto the touch, his tail thrown over his hip to give better access onto his ass.
"Sure," the Sheppie replied, shivering a little when the wet tongue stroked along the nape of his neck, "why not?"
"Some guys don't," Max mused, tickling the Sheppie's hole with his index finger, "they wanna be pressed onto the bed and pounded to the mattress."
Tension rolled through the Sheppie, perhaps as he imagined such a scenario, and his tail swiped the side of Max's beefy hip, tickling a little in its progress along the mound of softly furred flesh.
"Do you want to?" Dante rumbled without looking back at the dog who was playing with his ass.
"Naaah," Max blew warm air across the Sheppie's back, "I think I'll take it nice and easy on ya...bitches are for fucking like that...you ain't a bitch..."
"I'm certainly not," the Sheppie let out a good-natured growl that drawled on when the slick fingers poked more firmly onto his muscle ring.
"With a dick like that, not a chance," Max chuckled.
"Well you'd be surprised..." Dante began to chuckle, but swallowed the noise when two thick pit bull fingers pressed on his hole.
Max brushed his teeth against the Sheppie's shoulder and added his own rough timbre to the laughter.
"True say," he said, "some of the biggest bitches I ever saw had cocks to be envious of...but they couldn't get enough of them under their tails...I'd call that a waste if they weren't such hot lays..."
Now Dante did chuckle, even with a wriggling finger trying to find his prostate, while another one seemed to be doing its best to join in within the Sheppie's heated butt.
"That's one redeeming...*ruff*...factor..."
"Heh," Max ruffed in reply.
In went the fingers, finding the Sheppie's back passage to be exactly as tight and inviting as Max had imagined. His cock pulsed, already wanting to be embedded in that rippling tunnel, teasing his fingers in such a way. He was sure he was making a puddle with his pre-cum on the sheets.
"You've got big fingers..." Dante whispered.
Max chuckled, one paw slipping to rub over the Sheppie's belly.
"You're really tender, huh?"
"Told you, not much use lately...hmmmph..."
"Feels like it wants to, though..." Max mused as he felt his knuckles slip through the gently squeezing puckerlips.
*ruff*
Max pulled his fingers out and pushed in again, this time twisting them along the Sheppie's walls, making him grumble and growl, his body rolling against the pit bull's chest.
*ruff*
*ruff*
"Definitely, I think..." Max teased, pushing deeper once more, feeling the Sheppie's insides coil around his digits.
*ruff*
"You're noisy...I like that..." Max nibbled the corner of an ear.
"Heheh..." the Sheppie sounded breathless.
Max poked, and the dog ruffed.
"Want a third one?" Max whispered.
"With that dick, maybe a fourth..." Dante chuckled.
Max added a bit of lube and did as he was told, going at it until most of the four fingers were buried in the almost surprisingly pliant opening. His patience was wearing thin, though, as was evident by the intense itching in his balls that were threatening to go blue.
"I don't think I can wait longer, bud," Max rumbled, "hope you're ready..."
"Go for it..." the Sheppie replied.
A palmful of lube later, Max nudged his tip onto Dante's butt crack, with one paw on his hip, the tail curled away, both furs taking deep breaths as they braced for the imminent.
"Shhh-....it..."
"That's what they usually say," Max bit his teeth together as he felt the muscled ring gnawing on him.
"F-fuck..."
Max's grip tightened, and he pushed a little more, the Sheppie's tailhole giving less and less of a fight now that he was through the outermost ring of muscle and fighting with the inner one, the one that needed to be tired out before the gates of joy were truly open.
"Hush..." Max stroked along the Sheppie's belly, trying to distract him, "you can take it...it's all ready..."
Dante's asshole gave out, with a stream of profanity from his muzzle, and several inches more cock suddenly stuffed up his butt, his tail flying in the air while his ring squeezed down tight to try and push the intruder away.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
"There we go...dayamn..." Max huffed close to Dante's shoulder.
*ruff*
"Want me to wait a bit?" Max breathed, biting his lip. He wasn't sure just how long he could.
"Go...go for it..." Dante growled in reply.
Max hunched his hips forward, and got another ruff, and another delirious squeeze down his tool.
"Tight..." Max spoke, a compliment, perhaps, or just an observation on what he felt under the Sheppie's curled tail.
"Not...ffffor long..." Dante huffed through a constrained throat.
Max chuckled and took another experimental thrust into the Sheppie's ass.
"I...I think so too..." he added roughly.
Their idle sex chatter was soon replaced with simple ruffs and murrs once Max got his hips going, driving a few inches in before pulling almost all the way - and he did slip, once, but soon buried himself back into the Sheppie's hole before it had a chance to close up again, and kept going, setting a slow pace of taking the offered butt with gusto. Sure, he had enthused about hard and rough pounding just moments before, but now, with the mood well settled, the slow thrusting seemed preferable. The bed was comfortable, the body was warm, the rump was tight...the smell something between a locker room and a high school kid's cum rag, by now, and with his own tailhole itching pleasantly still from the humping he received earlier...it all melted together to make the big dog more mellow. That was not to say he was idle...no...rubbing the Sheppie's body, feeling up his muscles, his cock, occasionally, when he felt like teasing...nibbling on his neck and playing with his hard nipples...
"You like these dontcha?" Max observed once he'd discovered the Sheppie's sensitive nubs over his torso, "oh...yeah..."
"H-hard to really concentrate when you're f-fucking my ass..." Dante replied, eyes closed, jaw pressed close to his chest while he rode out the myriad of sensations involved in being intensely stuffed.
Max bit gently on the Sheppie's shoulder and rolled the same nipple between his fingers while letting his big knot kiss Dante's butthole on the inwards stroke of his piston-like thrusts into Dante's rear.
"So don't...just...nhh...enjoy..." Max grinned to himself, listening to the air coming out of the Sheppie in ragged puffs while he got porked. He might've not been going hard or fast, but having a cock of that size in him was always...interesting, he'd been told.
Dante's hips flexed and responded to the thrusts, soon their bodies were rocking together, paws holding one another while they rode higher and higher on the pleasure plane. Max's swinging hips and Dante's solid ones smacked together with a pleasant thump that added to both of their sensations. Sweat rolled over their bodies, musk leaked and intensified, and Max's teasing paw was firmly curled around Dante's fully hard knot, giving it the occasional squeeze.
"Hmpphph..."
"Hhmmhpph..."
Max's next motion came quickly, surprisingly so, with his size and all, when he suddenly pushed, one leg thrown over so that Dante was on his belly on the bed, cock still deep in his ass, with the pit bull landing on him, weight concentrated on the junction of dick and tailhole, the knot straining to pass in.
"Need...a bit more..." Max huffed, his balls on fire with pent up desire, paws clutching onto the Sheppie's hips hard.
It was akin to a crash, Dante's head thrown up high just when Max's teeth graced it, clutching the dog in a mating bite when his knot force its way through the pucker and into Dante's convulsing anus. Their joint barks echoed off the walls of the cabin, overcome by the heat while Max's cock trembled in the warm sheath formed by Dante's ass, soon to be followed by the bursts of thick cum pouring into his body, balls pressed snugly onto the Sheppie's taint.
"D-damn..." Max grunted once he managed to catch his breath, his cock still hard and throbbing within the Sheppie's ass, spewing seed in small squirts that felt wonderful on him.
"I think I did a number on the sheets..." Dante huffed.
Max smelled a new intense flavour of cum in the air, and a smile split his muzzle.
"Well done," he chuckled roughly into the Sheppie's sweaty ear.
"Damn it's big..." Dante mumbled.
"Does it hurt?" Max asked.
"My brain doesn't seem to be able to decide," Dante snorted.
Max kissed the top of the Sheppie's head and took a deep, warm breath, enjoying himself thoroughly at the moment.
"It's a good feeling" the pit bull mused.
They remained like that for another long minute, each giving a yawn, which the other noticed.
"Fucked it out of you?" Max chuckled.
Dante glanced over his shoulder.
"Just feeling comfy," he said.
"Am I crushing you?" Max wondered. He knew that he was big in many ways compared to the other dog.
"Not particularly," Dante replied.
Max yawned again.
"I've got an idea."
The Sheppie's ears perked up.
"Whenever you say that..." he mused wryly.
Max gave one final nip to the Sheppie's ear before he assumed a kind of a push-up position, monetarily hovering over Dante before he threw a leg over the Sheppie's butt and performed the traditional switch that left him with his paws almost dropping out of the bed and with himself ass to ass and crotch to crotch with the German Shepherd, whom let out a deep, long moan at the feeling of the knot tugging on his tenderized ring.
"Ahhh...fuck..."
"Wag for me a bit," Max sighed as he adjusted his elbows and settled down to wait for the inevitability of his knot going down.
That wouldn't be too soon, he hoped, and with the Sheppie's asshole clenching like it did...he doubted it would be so.
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