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“The train now arriving at platform 3…”

“Shit!” Stanah said, darting through the ticket barriers and up the stairs. He instinctively checked his watch, even though he already knew he was cutting it fine. Why did he have to stop for that sandwich?

He weaved his way through the crowds on the footbridge, catatonic robots looking for either their platform or their exit. His lunch strained in his jacket pocket, desperate to liberate itself from its canvas prison. He placed a paw to steady it. It may have been a Meal Deal, but it was still over £5. There was no way he was losing his prawn mayonnaise, not at that price.

Stanah skidded to a halt at the top of the steps, almost crashing into a family of four.

“Sorry,” he muttered, a pang of guilt shooting through him when he saw the agitated look on the father’s face. It was clear he’d had enough already and it wasn’t even 11am. He wondered how his day would go.

“Daddy, daddy,” he heard in the background as he sprinted down the stairs, his eyes widening when he saw his train waiting. His stomach tightened as he cleared the final few steps, the warning beeps from the carriage telling him the doors were about to close.

He leapt, tucking his tail in behind him as he aimed for the open space. The next thing he felt was his muzzle clattering into the floor of the vestibule. Behind him, the door slammed shut and seconds later, the train started to move.

He panted against the course black fabric, its harshness grating against the base of his muzzle. There was a faint hint of urine, perhaps from when the chemical toilet was once broken, and he wondered how long the smell had been there. He shuddered, but at least he had made his train. He couldn’t afford to fork out for a new ticket.

He felt a dull pain in his side and winced, his paw fishing around to try and work out its cause. He pulled out a bottle of supermarket cola and smiled. He checked his other pocket and his smile widened. Sandwich and crisps intact. He’d be eating well tonight!

He looked around, delighted to discover that no-one had seen his leap of faith. He picked himself up and dusted himself down, opting to move to one of the carriages in search of a seat.

He pressed the button to open the door and immediately tripped over a stray piece of luggage which was littering the aisle. Stanah looked over at the rack and noticed it was crammed full of suitcases. No wonder it had just been abandoned.

Stanah looked up and his heart sank. Every seat seemed to be taken. He picked his way through the carriage, confirming that this was the case. He entered the quiet coach, a misnomer if there ever was one considering there were two people streaming loudly and a couple having a loud conversation about Uncle Danny’s condition, but even there, there were no spare spots.

He tried the next carriage, but again it was full, as were the following two. Next up was the buffet car, but the only solace there was the price of the sandwiches, which proved to be higher than the one he had picked up at the station.

There was only first class after this, so Stanah knew he had to turn back. He sighed, picking his way back through the train, hoping he had missed something. Halfway down, he realised someone had left their laptop on the seat. He approached the occupant next to it.

“Excuse me,” he said. “Is this seat taken?”

“Not at all, Stanah,” a familiar voice replied.

It took Stanah a few seconds to place it, but when he did, his heart skipped a beat. His mind flashed back to the last time he’d heard it, calling numbers while sat with his aunt at the bingo. His head rose and he saw the same cute border collie staring back. After nearly a month, he still hadn’t forgotten.

He then recalled the last time he saw him, kneeling in the cubicle of the toilets with Stanah’s spunk in his mouth. He blushed and immediately hoped Max wouldn’t pick up on his embarrassment.

“Oh, h…h…hi Max. Fancy seeing you here. How you been?”

“Good good,” he said, pulling his computer out of the way. “And you?”

“Not bad, not bad. Could do without all this,” he gesticulated around the carriage.

Max laughed. “Same. Where you going?”

“London, I’m spending the weekend at my sister’s. We have tickets to see Dipped in your Pride tonight. You?”

“Comic book event, probably hit some bars after, a nightclub maybe.”

He went silent for a while, then his eyes lit up. “Hey, you should come.”

Stanah felt a reddening in his ears at the last word and wondered whether Max had said it deliberately.

“With my sister?” Stanah replied, tucking his tail behind him as he squeezed into the seat. He winced as he smacked his head against the ironing-board headrest, which was somehow harder than the seat itself. “I think she wants to go to a wine bar tonight, anyway.”

Max smiled and nodded, but Stanah sensed a small flash of disappointment on his face.

“How’s your… aunt, was it?”

“Yeah, my aunt. She’s fine. She was delighted with the two free gin and tonics she won, once she had calmed down about me leaving her for twenty minutes to go to the bathroom.”

Silence engulfed the pair as the husky took off his coat, reaching over Max to place it on the ineffective hook. It fell down almost immediately and Stanah resorted to sitting on top of it.

He pulled the sandwich out of his pocket and placed it on the beige plastic table. The bag of crisps followed. He didn’t really want the huge ‘grab bag’ but it was all that they had. He unscrewed the top of his cola and took a swig.

“Fancy some?” he said, offering it to Max.

“No thank you. I have something stronger.”

Max winked and Stanah melted a little inside. He felt a slight tingle in his sheath and sighed internally. Not again, he thought.

He stared directly ahead, towards the couple sat on the seats opposite. They were elderly in years and Stanah sensed a distance between them. The man was staring idly out of the window, watching the verdant meadows streak by, while the lady was preoccupied with her crossword. On the table in front of them were two uneaten satsumas.

Stanah felt a nudge to his left. He turned to face Max, who was holding a small hip flask with a tartan design upon it.

“Care for a snifter?” he asked.

“No, thanks. Is that whisky?”

“Sure is, swiped it from my dad’s liquor cabinet, but ssssh.”

Max held his paw to his muzzle and winked again as Stanah melted inside once more. He felt his treacherous cock rising from its sheath and he closed his eyes, hoping he could banish his libidinous thoughts.

The sound of Max gulping down his drink did little to quell his arousal, his mind returning to that afternoon in the stall at the bingo. His cock strained in his pants, the smell of his musk becoming ever thicker, threatening to choke the whole carriage in the seat of his embarrassment.

He scrunched his eyes tighter, hoping to think about anything else, but all he kept thinking about was Max’s muzzle on his cock.

“Tickets please.”

The request threw him out of his reverie and he fumbled for the phone in his pocket. As he did, his paw brushed against the top of Max’s thigh and a jolt of embarrassment coursed through his body. He felt his ears warming up further, his scent becoming a miasma, and this was only made worse when he felt Max’s paw stroke down his leg.

Stanah’s mouth went dry, but he knew he couldn’t escape, in case it was thought he was evading the fare. He sat rigid on his seat as Max’s paw continued to explore, his mind somersaulting in panic, hoping they wouldn’t get caught.

He looked over at Max with pleading eyes, but he saw the devious grin across the dog’s face. He tried to shuffle his leg away, but the seat was too narrow, so all he could do was place his coat over his shame.

Stanah turned to look around and spied the inspector a couple of seats back. He was looking intently at a young skunk’s ticket, checking his tablet and shaking his head. Stanah cursed under his breath, urging him to hurry the hell up, but he had a sickening feeling that his torture was about to be prolonged.

“Do you have your railcard? I also need to see some ID.”

The skunk’s exasperated sigh was almost as loud as Stanah’s, as both of them tried to devise a valid excuse. Stanah felt Max’s paw reach the inside of his thigh and he tried to bat it away, but the collie’s arm remained rigid as he continued to explore.

Seconds later, the inspector strode down the aisle, swishing past all the passengers on the way to the intercom. It crackled into life as the train started to slow down, the name of the next station being announced.

There was a slight hubbub as a handful of passengers stood up, collecting their luggage and disembarking the train. Stanah desperately hoped that the elderly couple would follow suit, but they sat impassively in their seats, ignoring the action as much as they were ignoring each other.

A few minutes later, the train set off again. Stanah felt a slight tickle in his left ear as Max moved his muzzle towards it, his cool nose almost touching the short fur. He felt a slight squeeze on his cock and he did his best not to yip, hoping that no-one would be alerted to the throbbing in his trousers.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Max whispered. “Would you mind getting out for me?”

Max removed the paw from his cock and Stanah felt a small sense of relief. This was replaced by fear as he knew he now had to ease himself out of the chair without getting caught. He dipped his muzzle and squeezed his way out, using his coat to try and shield his shame.

He stepped back, allowing Max to come out behind him. As he did, Stanah took the opportunity to eye him up close. He looked stunning, even if he was wearing more casual clothes than the tuxedo at the bingo.

His white t-shirt hugged his chest, doing little to hide the toned torso beneath, while his blue jeans gave him a rugged biker look. He was wearing a black leather collar that contrasted sharply against his white neck fur, while on his wrist there were a couple of bracelets. He recognised one as the gay pride flag, but he didn’t know the other.

Lost within a daydream, he didn’t register the tug on his wrist until it was too late. His coat fell onto the table, knocking his sandwich and crisps onto the seat. He cursed, but he couldn’t get back to reach them as Max was pulling him in the opposite direction.

Not again, Stanah thought, but he had little time to protest as he was dragged down the aisle of the carriage. The artificial lighting suddenly felt excoriating as if in some kind of interrogation, but there was no time for questioning. As Stanah entered the vestibule, he realised there was only one place they could possibly be going. After all, Max had already said it.

“We can’t do it here,” he whispered as the cubicle door opened. “What if someone needs to use the toilet?”

“It didn’t bother you at the bingo,” Max smiled as he pulled him inside. “And besides, there are loads of toilets on this train, they can just use another one.”

He pressed the button to close the door with a panache that felt somewhat out of place in a bathroom on a train. Stanah watched it shut with pleading eyes, desperately hoping that no-one would walk by and catch them.

“If you see something that doesn’t look right…” the train intercom blared. This was the last thing he needed.

It may have only taken five seconds, but it felt like five hours as the door crawled its way shut. Stanah breathed a huge sigh when it eventually nestled itself into the groove on the opposite wall.

Stanah jumped as Max flicked the lock shut, the relief dissolving into a pulsating fear. He stared at Max agog but he had no time to register the situation. The collie pounced, pinning him against the wall, the smell of whisky on his breath intoxicating.

He pushed his tongue into Stanah’s muzzle and the husky did little to resist. Stanah closed his eyes, relaxing into the kiss as Max’s knee started rubbing against his crotch. He gulped, the flames of his passion ignited, his cock already at full mast and fully out of his sheath.

Max chuckled. “What do we have here?” he said as he slid himself down, tugging at the waistline of Stanah’s trousers.

With one paw stroking his dick through the fabric, he pulled at the belt buckle with the other, loosening the strap and easing the jeans down. Max stared at the bulge straight in front of him and sniffed along its length, losing himself in Stanah’s heady aroma.

“A jockstrap? It’s almost as if you came prepared,” he chuckled, licking his lips as he pulled the material to one side. Stanah’s cock bounced into the open, a small sliver of pre already glistening on the tip. Max licked at it delicately, the flavour sweeter than any nectar, before running his tongue up and down his pulsating shaft.

Somewhere above him, Stanah’s breathing became heavy, and Max smiled at the prospect of tasting his cock. He opened his muzzle and took him inside, grabbing the husky’s thighs as he started to move backwards and forwards. Max built up a rhythm in time with Stanah’s growing need, massaging his meat with intricate strokes. The husky looked in the mirror, incredulous at the scene, as Max’s tongue danced delicate footsteps over his shaft.

The air was thick with urine and lust, a miasma concocted in the enclosed space of the stall. Stanah looked down, his tongue lolling as the sensations built up. He watched the top of Max’s head bobbing away, attentive ears listening for the sounds of his delight. Stanah smiled. God he was gorgeous as he cast his mind back to their time at the bingo. Once may have been a coincidence, twice certainly was not.

Stanah murmured in delight as the pressure increased, his crotch like a powder keg ready to explode. Yet his enjoyment was short-lived as Max soon pulled away, flashing another devious grin towards the lascivious dog.

“As you’re wearing a jock, I have an idea. Turn around and put your paws up.”

Max’s grin should have perhaps been a warning, but Stanah’s need was intense and he wasn’t going to argue. He did as he was told, placing his hands above his head, and waited to see what the collie had in store.

“Spread your legs,” he said as he pulled Stanah’s trousers further down. “Good puppy.”

Stanah melted. He had never been called puppy before, but he would be anything Max wanted him to be. Seconds later, he felt his cheeks being parted followed by warm breath on his pucker. He shuddered as Max’s tongue started lapping his hole, twisting and turning into every fold and crevice. He flicked his tail up, hoping his wagging would keep it out of the way, as a warming tingle sent spasms through his body.

He gulped as Max’s paw returned to his cock, its movement slickened by saliva and pre. Waves of pleasure started building inside him again, slowly at first but becoming increasingly ferocious as Max kept up the tempo. Gosh, did he know what he was doing. He felt he was an instrument being played at the hands of a virtuoso, a musician crafting sweet music out of his whimpers and moans.

Max removed his tongue from Stanah’s ass, who felt a sharp coldness on his pucker. He heard the collie stand up and glanced causally behind him. He was idly slickening his cock before moving into position behind Stanah’s tail. It was the first time he had seen him erect and a scintilla of doubt flashed through his mind. He hoped he could take him. He was certainly much larger than anything he’d taken before, but then there was only one way to find out.

The husky gulped, the seconds seeming to pass forever as he waited for the inevitable. There was a couple of small taps as the collie lined himself up, then he pressed himself gently into his slickened hole.

Stanah groaned as he took Max’s cock, his donut opening up easily to accommodate his girth. He pushed deeper, hilting the husky to the sound of his moans as he nuzzled softly into Stanah’s soft neck fuzz. Max stayed still for a second, wiggling slightly to get the purchase he needed before placing his paws on the side of his lover.

Then he started thrusting, delicately at first but with increasing ferocity, his head tipping back in feral delight. Stanah’s moans became louder and his breathing increased, hot breath condensing on the mirror in front of him. He tried to wipe it away with his paw so he could see the whole show, but with each breath getting deeper he knew the exercise was futile.

Suddenly, his paws lost their grip, sliding down the glass and knocking the air dryer on.

“Shit,” he said as he swiftly resumed the position, trying to block the asthmatic spluttering out of his mind. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations in his tail, each nail of his prostate guiding him closer towards heaven. He clenched his donut, determined to milk every last ounce of seed from the thunderous collie who was pounding his ass like a jackhammer.

Max’s paw returned to Stanah’s cock, now aching with need and desperate for release. Pre glistened in the artificial light of the bathroom, a couple of spirts landing on the base of the mirror. Stanah’s cock twitched under Max’s dexterous paw, the pleasure twisting and turning in the core of his body. He clenched harder, his body screaming for release as Stanah’s throat produced an incredible purr.

Sensing it was time, Max whispered in his ear. “Come for me puppy. Come for me.”

Needing no further telling, Stanah painted the cheap plastic sink with gushes of hot canine seed. The collie continued to thrust, the sudden tightness of Stanah’s ring tipping him over the edge too. He bit into Stanah’s neck ruff to muffle his screams as he knotted the husky, shooting ribbons of come deep up his tail.

Silence enveloped the couple for the following seconds, their breathing entwined as they floated down from heaven together. The air was dense with the stench of semen and piss, a cocktail that Stanah found oddly arousing. He relaxed, letting himself fall back to earth amidst the collie’s enchantment, his body nestled in a post-coital hug.

He blinked, the fog in the mirror disappearing with his lust. Stanah felt Max’s cock twitching against his ring as he settled inside him, the warmth fully retained as the collie nuzzled softly into his neck.

They embraced as they waited for Max’s knot to go down, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment in their own private bliss. The silence was then dashed as the guard announced the next station stop, while a knock on the door shook them out of their reverie.

Stanah sighed, grabbing some tissue and idly running it over the sink. He sprayed some freshener in the air in the hope of disguising their scents, but he knew it would be obvious to most what had just taken place.

A few minutes later, he felt Max’s bulb deflate, just at the point the train departed from the station. He looked in the mirror and smiled, spying the cutest of huskies resting his head on his shoulder. It was amazing to think that they’d only met twice, with both times ending up locked in a tryst in a bathroom stall.

Behind him, he felt the collie ease his way out and his smile turned into a grin.

The train wouldn’t be the only thing pulling out of the station that day.