A Summer Surprise
#1 of Summer Days
So,...
So, here is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Comments and constructive criticism welcome!
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A Summer Surprise
Summer time, a time when all the local schools let their students free from the educational system, and let them recharge for their next semester.
For one Derek Hendrix, a rather average in most regards 17 year old dalmatian, was planning on spending his summer vacation relaxing as much as possible. He nearly burned himself out studying and preparing for his final exams, and word from his parents was that he did pretty well. So he decided to treat himself to some long over due free time. No work, no parties, and barely any physical activity. First thing on his relaxation list: lay somewhere comfortable and take a nap.
It was after a short rearranging of equipment that the dalmatian was able to set himself on his belly on his big brother's work-out bench in his backyard. With his parent's out for their usual jobs, and his big brother visiting a friend, Derek was sure that his relaxation time would go undisturbed. To further emphasis this, the spotted canine took the liberty of shedding his confining clothing, revealing his nude, sleek form to the world. Or would be if not for the tall, wooden fence blocking his visage from the neighbors.
As a small precaution, Derek set his wrist-watch alarm to 15 minutes before his mother was due to arrive home from her job at the health food store. It was useless to try to predict when Adam, his brother, would return home. The older dalmatian would call if he was going to spend the night, or would just pop up unannounced when he returned. Either way, it would be easier to explain his relaxation time to his brother than his mother.
Yes, it seemed that everything was sure as the summer sun, as Derek settled on the work-out bench, his arms folded beneath his head and his legs dangling off the edges of the bench. The young dalmatian basked in the sun's rays, until he fell asleep. His watch counted down the minutes before it would have to wake the relaxed dog from his slumber...
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In the next yard, a feral German Shepherd was pacing across the wooden fence that separated the two backyards. Roy was his name, as evident by the collar he wore. Roy usually spent some time outside before and after his feedings, tapping at the glass door if he wanted to go inside.
Today, however, a strange scent caught the dog's attention. A scent that smelled like his owner after a hot day of exercise and sent a tingle through his body. For one reason or another, Roy just really liked the smell and taste of that musky scent, and would often try to lick it off his owner's clothes. His attempts foiled by his owner retreating to his room while blocking his entrance with a simple push. This time, though, there would be no one to impair his desire for that musky scent.
Roy continued pacing, this time along the fence, searching for an opening. Eventually, the canine came to a board that was loose at the bottom. With a little digging at the soil, the board was easily pushed upwards and a path to the next yard opened.
The now free german shepherd immediately followed his nose to where the scent was emanating from. His search brought him to Derek's rest spot, where the dalmatian still as he slumbered. For now, Roy's attention turned to the spotted canine's discarded pants and boxers. After finding the boxers to be riddled with the scent he loved, Roy started licking the article of clothing rapidly. At one point, the dog even went so far as to gnaw at them, his sharp teeth tearing the boxers in half.
After finding the now shredded pair of boxers inadequate, Roy continued to smell the air for more of that musk scent. His nose smelt a copious amount of the scent from the prone dalmatian, or more accurately, his rear-end. Slowly, Roy crept up to the prone canine's back-side. The dog nudged Derek's tail aside and gently sniffed his ass. The intoxicating odor that drew him over making his sheath swell. After a sniff to re-affirm that the spotted dog was only sleeping, the german shepherd began one long lick from the dalmatian's exposed sheath and balls, along his taint, and over his ass-cleft.
The unconscious dalmatian moaned in his sleep, the familiar stimulation to his tail hole a pleasant one. His dreams started becoming slightly erotic in nature; his dream form going from lounging on the beach, content with being eye candy to the occasional passerby, to having the ambiguous forms of the beach-goers start fondling him. More specifically, massaging his tailhole. sensation helping his cock to expand and push out of his sheath.
Roy, now thoroughly pleased with his inspection of the dalmatian's ass, backed up to feed a new craving, his own doggy dick halfway out of his own sheath. The dog licked his chops and was delighted to find out that Derek was clean in his lower areas, grateful he wouldn't have a horrid taste in his mouth to distract him from the main event.
Roy reared himself over of the sleeping dalmatian, placing his paws to the sides on the work bench. The dog gave a few thrusts of his pelvis to align himself with Derek's ass. Luckily, the bench was at a good enough height that it allowed Roy to find his prize after the third thrust. His dick's entry was eased by the saliva covering his unconscious lover's tailhole.
Once inside, the dalmatian's warm, anal walls began to contract, trying to push out the invader, involuntary massaging Roy's ever-growing length to its full 9 inches. The german shepherd continued his thrusts, enjoying the way the anal walls rippling and constricting felt on his dog cock. Derek's tailhole began accommodating his dick rather easily after a few thrusts. While Roy wasn't to experienced with the full concept of mating, he knew an experienced partner when he felt one. The dalmatian had obviously stretched himself out in the past. Roy's cock started spitting pre-cum into the dalmatian's bowels, aiding in deepening his thrusts.
The dalmatian, meanwhile, was enjoying his impromptu fuck as much as Roy was. His dream form still on the beach, only now the ambiguous shapes merged into one big shape. Derek soon found himself on his belly, his ass raised and facing his unseen molester, and felt his own cock swell to its own respectable 8 full inches. The familiar, pleasant sensation of mating soon graced his senses, and soon he was carried away into the lustful movements, helpless against it.
Whilst the dalmatian dreamt, the german shepherd continued his hard thrusting, his swelling knot slipping into the spotted dog's ass with a light 'plop'. The knot quickly expanded, completely plugging up Derek's ass and restricting the distance Roy could thrust. Instincts urged the dog to increase his speed to keep the pleasure at its peak. The closed distance allowed the german shepherd's cock to brush against the spotted canine's prostate.
Derek moaned out loud as the pleasure increased, his hard cock oozing pre-cum, staining the padded surface of the work-bench. Even without direct stimulation, it seemed like the dalmatian could reach a satisfying climax. The constant jabbing at his prostate propelled the sleeping canine to euphoria. Derek's dream became void of vision but the pleasure never ceased.
The eager dog started really putting his entire body into his thrusts, his balls drawing up, preparing to unleash their hot load. The shepherd always paused after each full-bodied thrust, his muscles tightening like a spring, then snapping forward to force his own dog cock deeper.
While pleasurable, Roy's motions helped rouse Derek from his slumber. By then, however, Roy's thrusting stopped and the now awake dalmatian felt his molester's cum jetting out and covering his anal walls. The dog's cum hit Derek's prostate, which finally pushed the spotted canine over the edge, his own cock shooting dalmatian cum behind him, hitting Roy's balls and dripping onto the grass.
As his orgasm ended and the afterglow set in, Derek turned his head to thank his mystery molester, only to discover that the other dog had already turned away from him. The dalmatian recognized the other dog's features well enough to remember that it was Roy, the neighbor's dog. The thought of him mating with a feral dog was too much in his dazed condition, and he promptly fainted, while Roy waited out their tie.
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Some time later, after Roy had gotten free of the dalmatian's ass and retreated to his yard, Derek's brother, Adam, arrived back home from his friend's place. Adam was more sports oriented than his brother, his efforts giving him a muscled body. The 20 year old dalmatian's workout regiment and high stamina helped fuel his body, and even had his P.E. teacher claiming that he'd be able to compete in professional body building in a few years. For now, he settled with the quarter-back position on the football team.
After getting an orange soda from the fridge, Adam looked out of the glass door. There Derek was, on his work-bench with some substance covering his posterior.
"Hey, little bro!" Adam called as he opened the door to the backyard, "I thought you weren't going to party this vacation. Thought you were gonna rest and be lazy!" The statements were said in jest. Adam was actually impressed that the younger dalmatian managed to get laid so early in the summer, whatever the gender. He was never bothered with his brother being bi.
Derek raised his head at the sound of his brother's voice. It took him a few seconds to find out that Adam was behind him. But when he turned to face his brother, the still disoriented dalmatian slipped off the bench and onto the grass. Adam rushed to his side, soda in paw, to see if he was hurt.
"Dude, are you okay?" Adam said as he patted his sibling's body with his free paw to check for any visible injuries.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." Derek said, his voice hoarse from his earlier moaning. "Can I...?" He pointed to the soda.
"Sure, sure," Adam handed over his orange soda, which Derek guzzled down very quickly.
After gulping down half of the soda, the younger dalmatian belched loudly. "Ah, much better!" He said as he gave the remaining drink to his brother,
"No problem," Adam simply said, taking the soda and gulping the rest down himself. He too gave a belch of satisfaction when he was done, and crushed the can in his paw. "So..." A sly look came across the older dalmatian's muzzle as he paused, "Who'd you invite over?"
"Invite... what?" Derek looked confusedly at his sibling, "What makes you think I invited anyone?"
"Because this," Adam punctuated by slapping his brother's ass, his paw landing in the leftover cum, "Had to be done by someone else. Nobody is that flexible, or has a cock long enough!"
Derek jumped slightly when Adam swatted his ass. Once he regained his composure, the young dalmatian turned to face his still smirking brother. "I didn't invite anyone over to have sex with. And even if I did, I'd be in my room now. Or in the shower even!"
Adam looked into his sibling's eyes, as if trying to catch him in a lie. Ultimately, though, the older spotted canine found nothing, and broke the stare. "Okay, okay... so you didn't invite anyone over?" Derek nodded his head. "So how did you get dry cum on your rump?"
The young canine looked at the ground, his short fur unable to hide his blush. The memories of his escapade with Roy being brought to the forefront of his mind. "I was... sorta... raped by..."
"WHAT!" Adam exploded as he took hold of his brother's shoulders. "Who did? Who's the soon-to-be-dead fool who raped you?!" After his outburst, the older canine embraced Derek, nearly sobbing. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. If I had stayed home, you wouldn't have been..."
"Brother, brother," Derek said, patting his slightly taller sibling's back. "It didn't happen like that."
Adam let his brother go, wiping a few stray tears from his eyes. "How else can it happen?"
"As I was saying, I was sort of raped," Derek repeated, enunciating his words, "by the german shepherd next door... Roy..."
After a few tense seconds of silence, Adam spoke up. "So, for sure you're okay?"
"Yes..." Derek replied, quietly. "So you don't care I had sex with a feral?"
"Of coarse not!" Adam said, throwing an arm over his brother's shoulder's. "I was just worried you might've gotten hurt by someone's hastiness. What you do to get off is your own concern. Just be sure you don't make a habit out of it. Besides," Adam threw the younger canine another smirk, "You obviously enjoyed it." He looked down at Derek's dry cum covered sheath.
"Yeah... Thanks, big brother," Derek said, blushing hard, yet smiling warmly.
"No prob, little bro." Adam started to go back to the house. "Now lets go wash the cum outta your fur. I doubt mom will be too happy if she sees that still on your butt and your sheath!"
Derek rushed up his brother, "Your gonna help me wash my fur off?"
"Of course! That stuff is all over your ass! You'll need a second pair of paws to help wash that out. And what kind of brother would I be if I didn't help out, huh?"
The two walked back to their house side by side to complete the cleaning job that was sure to cause quite a bit of grief to the young dalmatian.