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Mr. Bronson wrapped the leash around his paw once more, keeping the heavy fabric tight between his thumb and the side of his fingers. Marvin here was easily the most social dog he'd ever had, due to both genetics as well as how he'd been raised and everything that the big German shepherd did with him, but of course that became a bit of a problem sometimes. Midday on a Saturday, in the large park about an eight minutes' drive from his house... families all over, young couples walking _their_dogs, all sorts of people around. He'd come here today with a rather specific goal in mind, a certain kind of meeting, and - he hadn't yet seen who he was looking for.

Judging by the guy's picture on the website, though, he'd be damn hard to miss. Half horse, half dragon, half something else looking at a few certain parts of him. Bronson had somewhat gotten out of the habit of setting up hookups with people online to fuck around - he found himself kept busy what with both his wife _and_the countless number of friends and steady friends-with-benefits he'd made since he started - but he figured, what would be the harm in one more? It had been a while since he'd had someone new swallow his seed.

So after some chatting and some picture-sharing, they both decided they were interested, and from there set up their little 'date' to meet here at about... Bronson checked his watch - about four minutes ago. Marvin hadn't been mentioned, but the shepherd generally liked bringing him along on these outings anyway. The drorse had hinted that he'd done something with a feral before, or that he was at least _interested_in it.

So if he had, and if he was, good; if he didn't, then no harm done. Bronson had found that even those who told him they weren't into it often just couldn't help themselves from reaching forward, either with their paw or their mouth, and getting a feel for what his dog had swinging between his hind legs. And with the treatment that Marvin got on a regular basis, if he ever went for a period of time _without_some fingers or a pair of lips against his sheath, he had a tendency to get... humpy. That was also part of why Bronson tried to keep his leash tight today. Had to save that for later.

He looked out over the parking lot as he made his way along the sidewalk again, keeping an eye out for any new cars that might have come in since his last circuit. The little white sedan had pulled out and left, with a minivan to take its place - but just a regular stallion opened the door and stepped out, and Bronson tightened his lips and looked back down to the path in front of him. Twice more, and if nothing happened by then, he'd head on home. Marvin wasn't the only one today who had the itch to unload, and Bronson had already contacted his favored local go-to and ensured that they had their day clear, just in case.

Right as he was about to turn the corner near the sign, out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of blue, and then looked over there to see the exact person he'd been waiting for. The drorse had one hand in his pocket with the other gripping his phone, snout pointed down but repeatedly flicking up... and when he noticed the big German shepherd watching him, he visibly perked up and started on over. Bronson licked his lips, pulled in a slow breath to taste the pleasant spring air, let it back out, and remained where he stood. Marvin's tail thwapped against his leg, the mutt still enjoying every second of being outside.

"Um... hey, are you my, uh..."

He looked the drorse over while the poor guy tried to find his words. Not often Bronson met someone else as tall as him, or the same build in general; the blue scales revealed along his arms and neck caught the light of the sun and looked like little pieces of the sky itself. He also noticed that the hybrid couldn't help but look down at Marvin, the mutt having come forward and now sniffed at his legs.

Bronson cleared his throat, which had the desired effect of silencing his hookup. "Yeah. I am. So - the bathrooms here are pretty spacious; that's what I had in mind... you got everything you need to start?"

That drew a bit of a surprised reaction from the drorse, who lowered his phone a bit. Bronson watched as the screen dimmed and then turned off. "Wait - we're gonna do it... here?"

"It's where we agreed on, right?" He turned along the sidewalk again, towards where the building stood. An upper corner of it could be seen between the trees. "C'mon. Come on, Marvin."

"Well, yeah, but..." The drorse - Sun, he said his name was? Something longer than that, but Bronson didn't particularly feel like saying that many syllables - quickened his pace to catch up with him, keeping his eyes down between them to ensure he didn't trample the feral's paws. "I thought we were gonna, like, go to your house or something, and..."

"Wife and kids are home. Get me on a weekday, and we'll see."

For a moment, Sun fell quiet. He slid his phone back into his pocket. "Have you, um... done... _things_here before-?"

"Oh yeah. Exact same thing I'm gonna do to you, actually."

"O-oh. And that would be...?"

He was shy, apparently. Bronson always enjoyed seeing that in a partner. Well - it wasn't the shyness_he enjoyed. It was pounding them hard enough, making them drool over his scent and taste, making them thirst for his cum (and sometimes _other body fluids, depending) and totally forcing them over that shyness that he enjoyed. So, of course, he turned his best smile to this hybrid beside him, and drew his broad tongue out over his lips.

"To start, I think I'll have you drop to your knees and undo my pants, then see what you think of being face to face with my dick... you already made it very clear in conversation that you want to see how far down your throat you can get it, right? Well, I gotta say, it's a bit thicker in person that it is in the pictures..."

It was also pretty enjoyable watching the smoother skin and flesh along his face and neck tint to a more even shade of lavender, warmed with a growing blush. Sun shifted his paws in his pockets closer to the front of his body.

"I've had plenty of tongues under my foreskin, so there'll definitely be room for yours. I don't know if you've got claws or not, but depending on that, you can slide a finger - or two, or three if you really get them slick with spit - down in there and stretch me out a little further. That should get me nice and dripping - hey, you're okay with me taking pictures, right?"

It took Sun a moment to respond. He had his eyes fixed on the approaching building, more visible in the spaces between the trees. Bronson guided him and the dog off of the sidewalk and out onto the grass, partially matted down by fallen leaves and twigs. "Oh, uh... I mean, yeah, I-"

He patted his pocket with his free paw. "What about video? I brought my good camera." As well as a condom, but they wouldn't be needing that. Well - unless this drorse was a bit iffy about having a dog unload under his tail.

Or unless he wanted to be sure he didn't miss a single goddamn drop of that load. Bronson once paired up with a striped hyena who had Bronson shoot into a condom, and the slid it down over Marvin's length, pawed the dog off, and pulled it off and pinched it shut... then put it to his lips and drank down the watery, milky liquid, retaining unbroken eye contact with the shepherd as he did so. That had been the first time in a long while where Bronson had been turned on enough to go for a round two literally seven minutes after cumming, and - perhaps needless to say, the hyena was just as willing.

"Oh. Well, yeah, sure... um, were you done, with...?"

"No, no, no. Wait, here, let me..." And he held the door open for the drorse, nose already curling with the odor of public toilets. They'd get used to it soon enough, though, and besides, Sun here would have a different, stronger scent in his nose before too long. "Furthest stall. The big one." He didn't even stop to look if there was anyone else in the bathrooms. "Anyway..."

"Wait, wait - what if we get caught?"

"Shoulda thought of that when you agreed on the park, huh? Anyway. You'll get me off just like that, with your nose in my pubes and my dick in your throat. And, then - unless you have a problem with it? - I'm gonna have my dog Marvin here fuck you. He's not fixed, you know. I'm sure you noticed?"

"I. Uh. I did." Sun had brought one hand up behind his head, and avoided eye contact after he squeezed into the stall. Bronson came in right after, and noticed that instead of looking at him, he looked right at Marvin - who promptly settled down on his rear, hiked one leg into the air, and gnawed idly on a tuft of fur near the end of his sheath. "It was kind of hard to miss. See so many fixed dogs, when you see one that's... that's intact, well..."

"I'm not hearing a 'no, I do have a problem with it'..."

More blushing, more avoided eye contact. The shepherd lowered the toilet lid, settled down against it, spread his legs... and scooted closer to the edge.

"So, I mean, if _you're_ready, Sun..."

"I - wait, right here? Right now?"

Before Bronson could respond, both of their ears perked to the sound of the next stall over clicking open, followed by rather fast footsteps out of the building. When Sun next settled his eyes on the German shepherd, he just licked his lips again and nodded, and waited for the drorse to get to work. Marvin had finished gnawing at his fur and now sat with as much of his body against the cool tile as he could, pink tongue hanging out of his mouth in his panting.

Then for a moment, he wasn't sure that he would actually do it. Right as he prepared to give the drorse another little piece of motivation, or something to do with his dog, the large blue reptile swallowed, took his hands out of his pockets, came over... and then knelt down before him, hands first settled against the shepherd's knees to spread his legs, and then moving forward towards the buckle of his belt.

Always felt nice having fingers pressing in against his lower belly, feeling the pressure gradually lifted from between his legs... Bronson raised his hips up a little bit, fully intending to give his hookup a little whiff of his scent. It'd been at least a day since he last showered, but he found that most of his partners didn't care one bit, if they even noticed. Most of them were too busy digging their nose into his pubes, or in a few cases, beneath the stretched overhang of his foreskin. Sound of his fly popping and then zipping open, and it was Sun's turn to lick his lips: he remained where he knelt for a moment longer, then brought one paw down to feel the bulge that gently twitched beneath the loose fabric of plaid boxers.

But, for a moment, he didn't. He just held it there half an inch away, close enough that Bronson knew he could feel the heat of his groin, and that he could force the drorse to touch him if he were to just lift his hips... but then Sun skipped right past that grope, instead wrapping his fingers beneath the elastic of those boxers and tugging them down, too. Once more Bronson lifted his hips up, and settled back down against the cold surface of the seat lid. Finally they were getting into it: while Sun licked his lips again and took in the sight before him, the shepherd reached down towards his pocket for his camera.

"What?" he rumbled, leaning briefly to the side. Sun started to lean in a little bit; Bronson noticed the little flaring of his nostrils, the sign that he'd picked up his scent and was now intentionally tasting it... "Never seen a foreskin before?"

"No, I have, I just..." And here Sun closed that distance, touching his upper lip to the ridged rim of Bronson's foreskin, partially retracted across his head in the way it always remained. That little added pressure was enough to roll it back a little bit further, showing warm, slightly-moist skin beneath... and he felt the drorse breathe in, hold his scent, and then let it back out. It came out just as hot, just as heavy as he was sure it'd been on the way in. Sun had to adjust his posture a little bit. "Wasn't expecting you to be... so..."

But he never finished his sentence. Instead, he curled those fingers gently around the shepherd's girth, lifted that cock up a little bit, took another sniff... and then settled his lips around the rim of that foreskin, smooth tongue wriggling its way up the underside. A little bit of a flick across his frenulum, a little dig of that point beneath his rim... and Bronson couldn't help but lean back against the tank of the toilet and shiver, that tongue already making its way back behind the rim of his head. Warm, elastic skin stretched over that prodding intrusion, squeezing back against it, keeping Sun's... investigations against the surface of his cock while he swirled it beneath the shepherd's skin.

Bronson spread his legs a little bit further and settled more comfortably against the tank, arms now in front of his chest with his camera held up. Click the button to focus, zoom in a little bit... he'd spent a good amount of money on this thing, and for good reason. Some of his most popular videos online, other than the ones of him draining his bladder directly into some sub's muzzle or tail, were the ones where you could see the movement of a tongue buried deep within his foreskin, and - well, the fluorescent light directly above provided perfect lighting for that.

He also had a good angle on watching himself stiffen up and grow, being able to see that skin continue to roll further back... until it slid free past the point of Sun's tongue, the dragon still going on to curl that around the rim of his head. Slight jolt of hypersensitivity from that tongue directly on the skin of his head, a little harder than he'd expected or desire, but the drorse seemed to catch the little movement and changed his course. That one hand at the base of his cock wrapped more fully around it, tightened, came up behind his head, rolled that skin forward again... and started a slow rhythm in that, Sun with his lips pursed right against where the rim of that skin came to rest, and tongue teasing right beneath that point.

When Sun had said this wasn't his first time seeing an uncut guy, well - Bronson felt inclined to believe him. Where he kept his lips, the places he focused his tongue, how he made sure to move his foreskin instead of just blindly working the base of his shaft... the shepherd actually found himself to have a bit of trouble keeping his camera level with the action, other paw already settled against the back of the drorse's head to monitor his movements and bobbing while he worked.

Marvin still sat over by the stall door, tail half-curled around his forepaws, his own plump sack and sheath very visible to Bronson leaning back on the toilet. Sun probably noticed the leash resting over across his shoulder and brushing against his neck each time he dove down on the shepherd's length, but he didn't seem to mind.

With another tap of that button, Bronson finished his current video, then checked to see how much space he had left on the card. Still enough for twenty-four minutes, that should be more than enough time... the shepherd relaxed for a bit, resting his elbows over the tank behind him while he churned his hips up into this horse-dragon's muzzle, enjoying the warmth and wetness, the slow pleasure and build.

Emerald-green eyes flicked up at him, almost all of the drorse's nervousness and reluctance having seeped out of his body once he got that shaft between his lips and tongue under that foreskin. Bronson could just barely see beneath the rim of the toilet bowl, Sun working at his own pants fly with his other hand, and soon bringing into view his own already-hard cock, a little bead of glimmering pre visible at the end. Another few seconds, and the hybrid brought up a thumb to wipe that off, then reached down to begin stroking himself.

Bronson tried to speak, found he had to clear his throat, and then lifted his hips up a little further. Sun gagged briefly on the thick uncut cock pressing into the back of his throat. He didn't exactly leak pre all the time, but when someone knew what they were doing with him... as he pulled back out and rested his length across the horse-dragon's muzzle, Sun had to cough and swallow a few times, and then wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. Once more he looked up at the shepherd, nuzzling up against the underside of that saliva-slickened length.

"Hey," Bronson went on, and once more curled his tongue over his lips. "Why don't you drop your pants and get on all fours right there where you are?"

Green eyes flicked up to his face, then focused back down at this shaft across his muzzle and the sack beneath... Sun brought his hand down to rub and squeeze those balls, and then leaned forward to touch his lip and nose to the warm, thick fur. When he spoke, his breath wisped warmly through that fur: "Thought you were gonna have your dog fuck me..."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

For a moment, those eyes widened. "You said - after I get you off..."

"I got impatient." He shrugged. "Don't worry, he's had a lot of experience. He won't breed you_too_ hard. Sometimes you just have to reach a paw back and hold him there, 'til you get accustomed to his size... he's a mutt, yeah? And whatever he's got in him gave him something impressive. I'd give you the measurements - my wife had to hold him in place and stretch his cock back so I could get the tape around his knot - but that might frighten you..."

Sun considered that for a moment, then licked his lips (and the base of Bronson's shaft at the same time) and started to adjust his position once more, now wriggling his pants down his body. He braced both of his hands on the edge of the toilet for a second, lifted himself up, placed another kiss and tongue-swirl against the end of the shepherd's length - and then raised his tail, muzzle pointing back towards the feral sitting in the corner. Marvin met his eyes for a moment, licked his chops, and then hopped right to his feet to come over...

...and then Bronson received another tense puff of breath out between his legs, squeezed out of the drorse by the sudden weight of the dog on top of him. The shepherd smiled in watching his dog get right to work, forelegs squeezing on Sun's hips and back end thrusting fast and hard... again and again the drorse panted and moaned, though he did end up reaching a hand back to do as he'd said. With that, the dog's humping slowed down, Sun took a moment to catch his breath.

"What?" Bronson hit the record video button again, and wrapped his paw around his own length. That saliva made for a good lube, though it did mean it gave him a bit of trouble with rolling his foreskin back and forth. "Too much for you to handle?"

"N-no, just..." Another tense, breathy moan, with Sun lurching forward at the same time. Marvin's hips followed the movement of his arm, slowly forward and back, forward and back... the drorse's elbow shook a little bit at one point, when he tried to bring the dog deeper under his tail. "Too much at one time. You know?"

"I've bottomed a total of three times..." Mr. Bronson tapped his cock against Sun's nose again. The hybrid responded with a quick lick, base to tip - and once more over his frenulum, which earned another sweet shiver from him. "And only one of those was to another guy. And it was a while ago. So I don't think I do know. But, hey - smile for the camera..." and he settled his tip back against Sun's lips, for the drorse to then follow and dive back down on him, rolling that slick skin back and forth against his tongue.

Slow and steady still, bobbing along his length, bringing him just a little bit deeper into his throat each time... after a while Sun released the feral's cock and let him go at his own pace, his muzzle briefly clamping around Bronson beneath the first fast, hard thrusts. From there, though, he got used to it, and breathed in and out through his nose, again and again, with little hot moans washing out into the shepherd's pubic fur... he angled the camera down and around towards the hybrid's back, trying to get as good a shot as he could of Marvin's pounding into him.

The best angle would be from behind with one paw lifting that tail, or from below, to catch each of the little drops of pre that would surely leak out of Sun's rump, but Bronson knew from experience that that would require a third party. His ears actually perked just now, with the sound of someone pushing the door of the bathroom open; Sun froze, the shepherd's cock halfway between his lips, but Marvin kept on going at him. Fast, unsteady panting, the clicking of his claws on the tile floor, his little growls of approaching orgasm... and it was clear that this drorse was having a hard time with it, too, his other hand having made its way down between his legs to doubtless paw himself off.

That arm remained still now, what with those footsteps coming towards the closest urinal to the stalls, and Bronson could feel that Sun was holding his breath... as well as he could tell it wasn't doing him much good. The drorse came back off the shepherd's cock - for Bronson to take matters into his own paws and starting working himself off too - and just shoved his muzzle up between his legs, using his thick pubic fur to muffle his grunts and his moaning and his panting, but still Marvin didn't care. Tap, tap, tap of those claws, little rhythmic rustling of the drorse's clothes with the movements, the quiet sounds of his own panting and approaching peak-

And then, a sharp inhalation of breath, a barely-stifled moan right up against the side of Bronson's sack, and Sun jerked forward a few times, his load shooting out and splashing across the tile floor. The sound of whoever had just walked in emptying their bladder into that urinal covered that, though, and the drorse took the opportunity to pant and catch his breath while Marvin still pounded under his tail. Bronson tried to keep both the feral and the end of his own cock in frame, paw moving fast and hard... but when he felt his own coming, he angled it down, placed that head right against Sun's lips again, bit into his own lower lip - and let out a low huff of a moan with his own orgasm, thick milky cum spurting out across the hybrid's waiting tongue and over his muzzle, dripping down off one eye and hanging onto his chin.

Slow, slick movement of his foreskin over his head again, glistening with cum - but only for a few moments, as Sun brought a hand back up to keep that head between his lips for him to clean it off. The dripping from the urinal stopped, there was a sigh of breath, the person zipped his pants up... and then Sun suddenly let loose a sharp yelp and jerked forward off of Marvin's length, forcing the feral to thrust up between the base of his tail and the back of his rump, and - Bronson watched as those liquid sprays of feral dog seed shot out across the drorse's back and stained into his shirt, fat reddish-pink knot of flesh pulsing and throbbing at the base of that length. Another few seconds, and Marvin slowed down.

Right as he dismounted, though, a voice from outside-

"Are you - are you okay?"

Green eyes met Bronson's. Sun swallowed. "Uh. I - I, yeah, I'm okay. I just..." He sounded out of breath, naturally. "...uh, pinched my... my leg. In the toilet lid. I'm okay."

Silence for a moment. Neither of them could do anything to cover the tapping of Marvin's claws on the floor, or the noise of the feral lapping along his own cock once he sat back down.

"Yeah, okay. Just checking..."

Bronson waited for the sound of the bathroom door squeaking open and then closing again, and then slid his camera back into his pocket. Sun looked back up at him - and almost jumped back, the shepherd's slowly-softening cock tapping him in the nose. It was still wet with cum and saliva.

"See?" the shepherd cooed, and wiped that head off against Sun's nose. Once more, he could feel the drorse breathe his scent in. "That wasn't so bad, was it? We almost got interrupted there, but... hey, that makes it fun, I think. Both of you_enjoyed yourselves, too." Of course he'd made sure to take some pictures before and between the videos; he could thumb through those when he got home. He had friends that would just _love to see these.

Sun stood up, shakily, and tried to wiggle his pants back up his legs. About halfway through, his shirt touched the back of his body, and he jumped again at that wetness. "So do we, just... do we just, like, go home, now?"

"Mhmm." Bronson remained where he sat, wiping his cock off on the inside of his boxers. "I gotta drop my kids off somewhere. I got your number and you got mine, though, and if you ever wanna get off, feel free to give me a buzz... and I'll send you these vids, too, when I get back." He looked up. "Well, what are you waiting for? Doesn't look good if we both leave the stall at the same time. Go on."

And without another word, he was gone, tail raised slightly above his rump in that way that a bottom usually did right after getting railed. Bronson also wanted to give Marvin some time to lick himself back into his sheath, too, which could take anywhere between five and fifteen minutes.

A glance down at his phone let him know, though, that he did still have time to talk to his local go-to, if he wanted to...