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The seagulls could be heard in the distance. They resonated perfectly with the sound of the ocean's waves in the early morning. The yellow of the sun on the horizon providing a thin layer of warmth, the perfect contrast to the cold, salty water that coated the wolf's fur.

Another big wave was forming. Troy swam to reach it, sitting on his board, then standing up in it with all the skill of a seasoned surfer. When he rode the waves like that, the grey wolf felt truly alive. The wind on his fur, the water below him, the natural effort to maintain his balance... It was a wonderful thing for him. Troy decided to take a small break since he found himself panting from the effort after that one. Reaching the sandy beach, he took his large board under his arm and then, as soon as he was out of reach of the small wave remnants of the shore, he let himself fall on the sand, lying on it and just feeling the soft breeze on his wet fur.

These vacations were turning out to be much better than Troy had expected. When he was awarded two weeks in a fancy resort as a raffle prize at the company he worked on, he had been skeptical about it. He'd always thought as beach resorts to be kind of a romantic, couples thing. He wasn't exactly wrong given how many he had seen around, but single guys and girls were here and there too and, well, what did he have to do with any of that anyways? He could just enjoy the beach, take the time to do what he loved and not have to worry about a damn thing in the world.

The wolf sat up, admiring the ocean, and tugged softly at his wetsuit. The single piece of neoprene fabric snug his slender, softly toned body perfectly. While Troy himself had always been casual enough about surfing to do it in regular trunks, he had borrowed one from the resort and found that he really liked the feeling of it. Even though his head, his neck's fur mane and his paws felt wet, the rest of his body felt like it was dry and warm inside. The wolf's tail, the only thing that poked out of the tight wetsuit, wagged in sheer self satisfaction. It was still pretty early morning, so the resort's beach was mostly empty save for a few scattered morning people that walked by the sands and the lifeguard, sitting high above the beach. The thought that he was out there alone while everyone else was having to handle the crowd of the breakfast restaurant pleased him.

It was time to get back there. The wolf took his board, marched back to the cold ocean and let the waves slowly help him inside. Troy rode the first wave like a pro, fell down on the second, found the third a little too small and then enjoyed the fourth thoroughly. The wolf backed down on the water, leaning on his floating board, scanning for a possible fifth good wave for him to chase when his ears perked up. He thought he heard swimming. The grey wolf turned around to look just in time to feel a paw pressing his shoulder down. Troy sank. He gasped, which was a mistake, for he drank some foul tasting salt water, but then he held his breath. A pair of paws came under his arms and, within a second, they pulled him up again. The wolf came out of the water coughing and sputtering some of it out of his muzzle. The paws still holding him under his arm embraced him, he felt fur against his back as he was pulled against it and, after receiving a hard press on his chest, Troy sputtered more sea water out the corners of his muzzle, still coughing.

"Wh-what the fuck!" The wolf finally managed to say. He pulled away from those paws and turned around to see a large doberman looking at him. Smirking at him. Unlike him, the guy had well defined, muscled arms and a ripped chest with a set of perfectly sculpted abs that were only halfway out of the sea. Through the clear yet blurry water the wolf could see he was wearing nothing but a red speedo, but the doberman also had a thin, green band around his left arm. "LIFEGUARD", the thing said, which answered a lot of questions by itself.

"You were drowning," the dog said, not wiping that smug smirk off his face. "Good thing I happened to be around to help, huh?" His smirk only got wider. Troy, on the other hand, frowned.

"You pushed me down!" The wolf complained, but he was still coughing some water out. It was such an awful experience.

"I dunno what you're talking about," the doberman said, snickering. "Been watching you surf here all morning, you were bound to get in trouble eventually."

The wolf rolled his eyes.

"Thanks, but I'm not an amateur," he just said and turned around. He was ready to swim away from the dog when he felt his tail getting grabbed under the water, it made him cringe, but the dog pulled him back towards him.

"Hang in there, pup." The doberman didn't let go of his tail.

"Don't call me 'pup'," the wolf growled softly. He had to bring his own paws back to force the doberman to let go.

"It's not safe to continue swimming after almost drowning. It's my duty to make sure you're well... 'taken care of'."

The doberman actually grinned. Troy just turned to look at him, confused. Had he detected what he thought he did? He took another look at the guy and, well, he was quite the dream. Except maybe for that personality. The wolf's ears folded back just a little bit, his response caught in his throat just for a second. It was enough for the doberman. But how did he even know...

"I saw you at the cocktail bar yesterday," the dog explained, as if reading his thoughts. "Saw you hitting on that cheetah guy. Can't believe he would turn down a hot piece of wolf like you."

The doberman's smirk returned with that, as well as his paw. It went to his waist, feeling it through the wolf's wetsuit, and it left Troy even more at a loss of words.

"Ah... I..." The wolf started to speak, but he stammered. The cheetah's event had been embarrassing, to say the least, but to have this dog be so... bold? It caught him completely off-guard. The doberman pulled him close and dragged him away with him. "W-what are you-?"

Again, the doberman was one step ahead of him. He felt sand brushing against his footpaws. The dog had just taken him closer to the shore, where they could at least stand in the water, even if it still went up to both of their stomachs. The waves were calmer, too, with just the last remnants of any big waves against their sides every now and then.

"Listen, I'm fine. You know that, you did push me," the wolf repeated, looking away this time. "Don't you have to get back to your post or something?"

"Nah, you're the only one in the water." The dog approached again and, though Troy tried to retreat defensively, he found himself stopped by one of the doberman's arms coming around him. It made his downed ears fold back a little further.

"L-look, I don't know what you want, but-"

"Oh, I think you know pretty well what I want." The dog simply interrupted the stammering wolf not only with words, but with his other paw coming right up against the wolf's crotch and giving it a squeeze. Troy's eyes went wide and, at the same time, he felt his muzzle burning with embarrassment. "I've been watching you all morning, like I said. Watching you go back and forth with that hot piece of wolf ass, just waiting to be claimed..." The dog was pretty much growling. Troy could feel lust in his voice and, if that wasn't enough, the bulge on the dog's speedo that he could feel against his side was. The wolf pushed away from him, however, taking a step back.

"Wait a second! How do you even know that I'm-"

"A bottom?" Again, the dog interrupted him. It was like he could hear his thoughts! "I told you. I watched you at the cocktail bar. You weren't hittin' on that cheetah like some alpha wolf who wanted someone to fuck." The doberman got close yet again, insisting on it. Troy's ears just folded back even more when the doberman's muzzle approached his, enough to come close to his ear. Close enough to whisper the last part. "You were looking for someone to fuck you."

Troy's muzzle burned even more. That was... only half true! He topped his deer fuckbuddy back in his city sometimes! There was little time to even begin to assemble a properly outraged response to this more than bold doberman. That paw came right back to Troy's crotch and this time, even if the wolf didn't want to admit it, it felt more than just his sheath. At the same time, though, the doberman's muzzle came over his. Their muzzles touched, the doberman leaning his to the side just enough to make their lips touch, to press his tongue in and turn the whole thing into a most unexpected kiss.

Troy found himself kissing back before he even noticed. The paw on his crotch kneaded his bulge, clawed fingers pressing against the outline of his growing cock, massaging his balls. The wolf still felt his muzzle on fire, but he let his eyes close, pushed his tongue against the damned dog's and even moaned softly. The doberman took every action as a sign to move forward, upping the intensity of the kiss, giving his balls a small squeeze, grinding his own unusually large bulge against the wolf's leg.

Still during the kiss itself, the doberman changed strategies. Instead of continuing to feel up and provoke the wolf's obviously growing cock through the wetsuit, he took upon himself to finding the waistband of the tight speedos the wolf wore under the wetsuit, as he had been instructed to when he borrowed it. The wolf, who had his hands at the dog's waist without even noticing, opened one of his eyes when he felt the speedo getting tugged down, little by little, through the wetsuit itself. One of his hands went to the dog's wrist, thinking about stopping him since he doubted he'd be able to pull the speedo back up without removing the wetsuit altogether, but, in all honesty, he was just too horny to go through with it.

Getting the waistband through the tight wetsuit past his growing hardon was the hardest part, but once the dog did it, one of the bastard's hands went straight back to kneading the clearly outlined bulge of the wolf's cock through the suit, which felt so much better without an extra layer of cloth to protect it. The other paw kept slowly tugging the waistband of those speedos down until it was scrambled just past his balls inside the wetsuit. The hand handling his cock readjusted it, moving it up until the wolf could feel it hardpressed between his stomach's fur and the suit itself. Troy was now definitely fully hard, save from the knot still resting within his sheath.

The doberman broke the kiss, leaving the wolf panting. He looked down for the first time, now able to see the tip of his cock, clearly and obviously outlined inside his wetsuit without the speedo to protect it. He could only see the tip of it for the rest was blurred underwater, but he had no doubt it was even more obvious. His paw went down to find the waistband of his speedo through the wetsuit only to confirm that indeed it would be a pain to pull it back up. The urgency of his exposure flared all sorts of red alerts on his mind, taking him back to the real world, at least for a few moments. The wolf looked around with urgency. They were in a public place! The early morning beach was still the same, though. Not a soul in sight. Someone could come by any minute, however!

"You're very, uhh... hot. This is great, but we can't do this here," Troy pointed out. He was still panting, could still taste the dog inside his muzzle. In the time he had taken to recover, the dog was doing something to his own speedo underwater. Troy followed the doberman's paws, looking down and, well, he did see red under the water, but his eyes went wide because the blurred red he could see was the doberman's cock, fully hard between his legs, just as the dog pulled his dripping speedos out of the water with a big smirk on his face. He was standing there naked!

"What are you doing?!" The wolf took a step back. The doberman, however, was quick to attack his biggest weakness. That paw went straight back to his erection through the wetsuit and now, with it so obviously, those up and down movements were just as good as strokes. The wolf blushed heavily, mostly because he couldn't hold back a short moan even if he leant back against his floating board in a weak attempt to get away from the dog.

"I'm granting your wish. Fulfilling your fantasies."

The dog was incredibly cocky. That's what Troy thought, even as the doberman's hands came to his shoulder, even as they spun him around, then pressed against his back to make him bend over against his board. It was only then, bent in the water against his own surfboard and feeling the dog's free cock right against his rump that he realized what the dog meant.

"You can't be serious! We're out in the open! I'm wearing a wetsuit!" Those were just two of the dozens of problems Troy could see with that idea. His logical mind was screaming for him to swim away of that crazy dog, but his cock told a different story. It throbbed inside his wetsuit with the simple thought of what the dog wanted. He could feel the warmth of his own precum coming against the fur of his stomach.

The doberman's arm came to envelop his chest, pressing himself closer against his behind. Troy hadn't been able to see through the blur of the water just how big the doberman was, but feeling it grinding against his ass it felt... well, a little too big. He felt something pressing right against his tailhole, pressuring the wetsuit and his speedo that still covered his behind. It only lasted a few seconds. Following it, a rush of cold came.

"First problem solved," the dog said with a chuckle. The bastard had made a hole behind his wetsuit with his claws! It took Troy a moment to realize that. The suit was borrowed! The finger didn't stop there, however. It kept going forward, the dog inserting a digit into the wolf's tailhole like it was nothing, making him gasp and clench down on it. The whole thing made Troy's ears fold back fully against his head. The dog was really thinking about going through with it!

"W-wait! We... we can't...!" Troy tried to protest. He really, really should swim away. He wanted to, he really did, but instead? Instead he closed his eyes for a moment. He felt the doberman twisting his finger inside his tailhole, fucking him lightly with it and all he did was moan again. His cock throbbed, another spurt of precum came and, as if predicting it, the doberman's arm that had been around his chest went down. Enough so that his paw could reach his cock, to tease it through the wetsuit. Troy's logical mind was screaming about all of the wrongs and risks of what they were doing, but the paw slowly caressing his cock was blocking all of it.

The doberman definitely wasn't one to waste any time. He pulled himself even closer to the wolf, hard cock pressed right against the wolf's rump and, at the same time, pressing against the wolf's shoulder so that he would bend up more against the floating surfboard. From that point, all it took was half a step back, the dog's hand coming to line up his dick properly, and a thrust. Troy gasped when he felt the tapered tip of the doberman's cock forcing his tailhole open, working its way past the initial resistance. It made him grind his teeth and grunt softly, but at the same time another rush of precum came into his suit.

The doberman pressed himself further in. Slowly he pushed another inch in, then another, then another still. Troy had to close his eyes. The wolf was panting. Water wasn't the finest of lubes and, well, it was true he had taken plenty of dick before as well as a few toys, but his impressions about the doberman's size were turning to be true. The canine's cock felt thick. Maybe it was indeed the lack of proper lubrication making things harder, but the wolf couldn't help but grunt harder having to take it. The dog made things easier by taking it slow, giving him a few seconds to adapt every time before pushing in again.

That was helpful, but what was helping the most was his paw that had moved down to tease the wolf's growing knot through the wetsuit. The simple squeezes and caressing against the wolf's most sensitive part felt heavenly. The dog leaned in. The grey wolf felt his cock so deep into him and he hadn't hilted yet, but there was a pause. Troy felt his breath close to his downed ear even before he whispered.

"You're so tight. Gonna fuck you so hard, wolfy..."

The dog kept true to his words. As soon as he said that, the wolf felt him withdrawing from his ass, slowly at first, until he was almost pulling out entirely, only to plunge back in, this time not slow at all. Troy couldn't help it. He let out a long groan that echoed over the waves. The wolf's claws scratched his surfboard in a reflexive attempt to sink themselves in it. This time, the doberman didn't give him enough time to adjust. He pushed in, then pulled out, then in again, working up a slow-paced rhythm of fucking that had the wolf gasping with every thrust.

Though it began kind of slow, the fucking didn't take long to get faster. The wolf felt the dog's dick going deep into him with every thrust, each one bringing a soft moan or grunt of delight from the dog above and a downright gasp from the wolf. The hand kneading at his cock didn't stop, either, always pressing down sometimes on his knot, sometimes on his length, sometimes stroking. Troy didn't feel like he would last too long like that and his moaning was a testament to it. The doberman must have noticed it as well because after a particularly strong thrust that sunk most of his dick into the wolf, he stopped. Troy could feel it pulsing inside him, could feel its head and, most of all, he could feel the large knot resting right against his entrance.

"I thought you were scared of doing this, puppy. You're gonna have to be a little quieter, else we're really gonna get in trouble."

The warning brought the wolf back from his world of pleasure. His ears perked up and his eyes shot open with some urgency. He was still panting, but he realized that indeed he had been a little too vocal about the whole thing. The wolf looked around to see the beach still mostly empty, much to his relief, but his eyes met those of an otter walking by. He was obviously a jogger with shorts and a tank top, but his expression left no doubt that he knew very well what was happening between the tall doberman and the bent over wolf in the sea.

Troy's muzzle grew red instantly. He looked away just as the otter did as well. The guy on the beach resumed his jogging probably eager to get away from the scene, but he left the wolf mortified. The dog chuckled from above, apparently catching on the whole thing.

"Don't worry, I have a nice idea," he said. Troy was about to ask what it was, his logical mind already taking over and filling him with second thoughts about this crazy idea. Before he could do that, however, the doberman's hand came to his muzzle. Something got shoved right into it.

"Hmfgh!" Troy complained at first, tasting fabric and salt water, but the doberman just used a claw to push his own bundled up red speedo deeper into his maw. The wolf even coughed a little as it filled it. His ears went straight down as well and his muzzle that was already feeling hot before started burning with embarrassment. His cock pulsed in reaction to the idea, but it was humiliating!

The wolf tried to push it back out with his tongue, but it was in a little too deep for that. He let out a very muffled complaint again and shook his muzzle, then brought his own paw up to pull the speedo out, but his wrist got grabbed by the doberman. He could feel the dog's dick pulsing as well deep inside him.

"Nuh-uh. This is so hot, wolfy. If you leave it like that, I promise I'll reward you handsomely." The dog's words were full of suggestion. To hint at what he meant, his paw went down to the wolf's cock, so well outlined through the suit underwater, and this time he gave it a few proper strokes. At the same time, he pulled out just a bit, just enough for him to plunge back in and resume his hard-pressing of the wolf's prostate.

Troy moaned. It would have been another loud one, but with the speedo stuck into his muzzle it came out as a weak, muffled sound. His muzzle still felt like it was on fire, his ears flat against his head, but the wolf slowly nodded in agreement. The dog laughed above him and, as an instant reward, gave his cock a good squeeze which, in turn, brought yet another one of those muffled moans from the wolf.

"Good boy," the doberman cooed right before he resumed his fucking.

Troy knew he wouldn't last long. The whole thing continued, but this time the wolf was more wary of his surroundings. Two more joggers went by the beach, both of them looking at the scene with wide, disgusted eyes and each one filling the wolf with doubt and fear, but the doberman? He didn't even stop the fucking. In a way, that helped. The pleasure of the fucking combined with the stroking kept the wolf's head in the clouds, but indeed, he wouldn't last long.

He knew the doberman wasn't too far either, though, mostly because the fucking started shifting from a rapid drilling of his poor tailhole to stronger, slower thrusts with what the wolf knew were full with intent of knotting. The canine felt the large bulb of flesh pressing harder against his entrance. At first, it didn't seem like it was going to fit no matter what. The doberman, however, was solid on changing that, however. The thrusts became stronger and stronger, up to a point where in every way in there would be some hard pressing of that knot, trying to shove it in.

The wolf felt the stretch and, each time, it made him pretty much shout. Maybe the speedo hadn't been that bad of an idea after all. Troy had taken knots before, but none of this size. The doberman growled above him, getting more and more insistent on pushing the thing inside, which led the wolf to start getting desperate. His own cock was throbbing with so much precum inside his suit that the whole front side felt sticky and warm inside it, but the pressure of the knot was just too much. After a few rough attempts like that, the wolf had to protest.

"Hnnggffhh!!" After the muffled denial, the wolf was about to bring his paw up to pull the speedo out of his muzzle. To tell the doberman that the knot just wouldn't fit! That's when he was proved wrong, however. The doberman growled louder and pressed forward again, this time with such strength that the large knot finally beat the wolf's resistance. Troy's grunt through the speedo was loud even with it muffling the sound. The sharp pain of the knot going in had him dazed for a second, but as soon as it was inside, the dog resumed his thrusting. They were short, the large knot nestled in and not giving it much space, but the wolf had never felt so filled up before. He could swear the large cock was bashing right against his prostate because, even though the dog was panting right above him, even though he had stopped properly stroking him with all the effort to push his knot in, the wolf felt his climax coming first.

Troy howled through the speedo. Not much of a sound came out, but he brought his paw down to desperately stroke his own cock through the wetsuit as he felt himself cumming hands-free to enhance the pleasure. His eyes closed shut and pleasure washed over his body in the most intense orgasm he had ever had in his life. His cock pulsed and exploded. The wolf cummed right into his wetsuit, his stomach and chest feeling warm with thick cum that kept coming and coming.

"Fuck! Fuuuuuck!" The doberman above him gasped as well. The wolf was very aware that he was clenching hard on the dog's cock through his orgasm, but it couldn't be helped. It was enough to trigger the dog's orgasm as well, for he too growled above the wolf and, soon enough, a strong warmth started spreading deep within the wolf's tailhole. He could feel the doberman's cock throbbing, releasing jet after jet of spunk deep, deep inside him.

Troy could swear those were the most intense minutes of his life. Slowly it all started fading away, both for him and the dog, leaving only a very satisfied panting in the wake of the crushing wave the orgasm had been. Of course, alongside that, the wolf had to feel the dog's large cock and inflated knot wedged into his ass. His own knot was fully grown, making sure his cock wasn't going back into his sheath anytime soon and, instead, was still clearly outlined inside his wetsuit under the water. His own paw went over his chest and Troy frowned. He could pretty much feel his sticky cum sloshing around the suit. The thing did an amazing job keeping the water out, but the same could be said about whatever was in there. Slowly, some regret started weighing down upon the panting wolf.

To alleviate some of that came the doberman. The wolf felt the dog's tongue giving his downed ear a lick.

"That was amazing. You're so fucking sexy, wolfy."

"Hnnghf." Troy grunted. Again, he moved to pull the speedo out of his muzzle and again, he was stopped by the dog's paw.

"Not yet, wolf," the doberman just said. Troy just looked back at him, but another lick came to his ear. "I know of a tool shed right by the beach, behind the trees right there." The doberman nodded with his head towards the woods to make his point. "You leave it like this and I'll make sure you won't regret it. You ever had a massage with a blowjob at the same time?"

The doberman's tone was suggestive with a little bit of a lustful growl to it. Troy's ears, that were already downed, pinned down against his head again. He had just cummed in an incredibly reckless way. It had been simply crazy to do it out in the open just like that! ...And yet, his post-orgasm, knotted, hard dick already throbbed softly again with the images of what the dog meant going through his head. The wolf hesitated. He tried to resist for quite a few seconds, but finally, he gave in. His paw retreated from his muzzle and he nodded slowly. With only the corner of his eye, he could see the fang-filled grin the doberman opened behind him.

"Great! Oh, wolfy, you're a keeper. I knew you wouldn't disappoint!"

Despite the compliment, which also made the wolf blush a little, the wolf still didn't expect what came next. The doberman's arm came around his chest and pulled him up against his own. Troy grunted, every single movement of the large knotted dick stuck inside him moving was very much felt by him.

"Hold on tight," the doberman said with a chuckle. Both his paws then went under the wolf's thighs, lifting his legs so he was kept sitting on the dog's cock considering they were still knot-stuck, but the dog leaned back enough so that the wolf's back was supported by his chest as well. Troy held on to the dog's arms as best as he could with his own paws as he was lifted up. He didn't want to fall forward, tugging at that knot like that might just kill him!

"Whmmffh arrh yyhf ddnngh?!" The wolf tried to ask through the speedo. The doberman started heading out of the water, towards the beach, carrying him in front of him just like that. Hands under his thighs, back leaning against his chest. The main problem was that, though the dog's dick was thoroughly buried inside his ass, he was still naked! There was no doubt about where that dick was. In fact, his sheath connecting it to the wolf's ass was pretty exposed down there. Worse yet, the outline of Troy's own dick right against his stomach under his wetsuit was even more obvious. As they stepped out of the water, the wolf himself could see his dick perfectly through it, hard and knotted as it was. It was as if he was naked himself.

"Arrh yyh cchrzh?!" The wolf wiggled a little, but he had to help the dog keep his balance as he was carried out of the water. The doberman's strength to be able to carry him just like that was impressive, but they were going out in public! Like that! The wolf also had to look back. Even his surfboard they had left behind!

"Don't worry, it'll wash ashore and rest on the sand," the doberman said with a chuckle. "The toolshed is right there past the hiking trail start. Even if someone sees us nobody is going to judge you for wanting some doberman dick."

Another loving lick came to the wolf's ear. His muzzle burned in bright red, his expression with nothing but worry as he was carried past the sands and towards the beach. The doberman gave a grin-filled nod to the tiger sitting up above on the lifeguard seat, which just returned it with a smirk and a hand on his own crotch. Yet still, despite all of that, the wolf's outlined dick let out another spurt of precum to join all the cum inside his wetsuit.