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It was early - far too early for most people - and Dan was already out running. He was an impressive Husky to look at, and although running had been a way to lose weight at first, after a few years of hitting the pavements and trails around town in the small hours three times a week, it was a habit that was hard to break.

His other excuse was the thrill of wearing spandex in public. Ever since a young age, he had been fascinated with the look of it on men, and once he acquired some for the first time at the tender age of 15, he had fallen in love with it. That first time had been incredible - his young prick had gone hard pretty much immediately and he had blown the load of his life shortly thereafter.

From then on, he wore lycra night and day - as shorts under his clothes when outside, to wrestling singlets, catsuits and the occasional zentai. Once or twice, he'd convinced a few friends to try it, but they didn't seem to have the same always-on passion for it that he had.

But in the here and now, he was out in his shiny blue and green shorts, his phone tucked in a pocket in the back of his tight jersey, headphones trailing up his front. His bulge rocked side to side as his legs pounded to the rhythm of whatever trance music was powering him.

It was getting to about halfway and he was running down one of the tracks along the side of the canal, by this point in his run, he liked to run a little slower to prevent an accidental plunge into the brown water. The side effect of this was that he would start to grow a bit harder as the blood pumped around his body that bit slower. It wouldn't always be obvious to onlookers and he might choose to keep running and then knock out a quick one at home, but sometimes he'd just have to duck into a secluded nook off the footpath and quickly work it out of his system.

The times he did, he might flick through some nice pictures of guys in spandex he'd found on Tumblr to help get him off faster. Or go to one or two of the specialist sites online where guys swapped pictures in their gear. He'd even taken a picture or two while he was out. It was thrilling, but he only ever did it a little.

This time, he decided to keep going, ignoring the swelling in his crotch as best he could as the erection slowly snaked it's way upwards and to the left. He turned off the canal towpath and up along the side of a wooded area before rejoining the outskirts of town, his feet feeling pavement again on the final burst to his house.

By now, the sun was behind him and only just making it up into the sky, long shadows led the way to his front door and once he got there, he leaned forwards against it, panting a little as he gathered himself.

"Hey there," came a voice from behind him and Dan turned around with a startled look, surprised to find someone out at this hour. The voice belonged to a broad-looking wolf, dressed in a loose running vest, but down below was a bright red pair of spandex shorts that left very little to the imagination.

"I've seen you head out running a few times, but never managed to cross paths until just now,"

Dan was struck dumb momentarily, "Oh right, hey, I tend to get out there early," he gave a sheepish smile, "It helps me wake up,"

The wolf nodded and grinned, "I know the feeling all too well, but you seem to get out there way before me normally. My names Mike, but people just call me Hicks - it's my surname," he extended his right hand to Dan.

"Uh, I'm Dan," the husky replied with a faint hint of stammer, gripping the wolf's larger paw and giving it a shake, "I normally get out there by half six or so and then run by the canal for a way,"

Hicks nodded, "I sometimes go that way, but I like to vary my route, maybe I'll catch you that way sometime?" the wolf gave the husky a gentle pat on the upper arm as he turned up the street, "I only live a few doors up on the other side of the road, so I'm really surprised we've not met before,"

"Yeah, seems odd that, considering how predictable I am - every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning! I'm so boring like that, you could probably set your watch to me," Dan felt like a fool for calling himself boring in front of someone, but he felt like he wanted to flirt a bit, but never quite got there.

Dan waved over his shoulder as he crossed the road, calling back, "Well, let me be the judge of how boring you are, okay? See you round, Dan!"

Dan stood at his doorway for a moment, looking across the narrow street at Hicks and then snapped back to reality, unlocking his front door and getting ready for work.

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Work had been uneventful, which was terrible for Dan in that he found himself distracted by the morning's encounter periodically. He wondered if the wolf had always been out running and they'd never met before, or had started recently. Maybe he'd moved to the area not long ago and that's why he seemed unfamiliar?

To be fair, Dan rarely ventured outside once he was home from work. Most of his evenings were spent either at his desk online or on the sofa gaming with his laptop nearby. So even if Hicks had been in the area that long, the chances were low that Dan would ever have seen him.

Once he was home, he settled into his usual routine of a microwave meal, a game controller and a few open chats with gaming friends on his laptop. Every once in a while, Hicks would cross his mind, but he was too caught up in a team-based shooter and throwing abuse over voice chat to let it distract him too much.

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The next morning, as he stirred awake, morning wood fully forming in the tight prison of his pure white spandex shorts, he found his thoughts drifting to Hicks in his revealing red shorts. As he idly stroked himself fully hard, he wondered if the wolf wore such tight gear as a necessity of running or if he shared the same interests as Dan.

His stroking had become more intense and the wet spot in his shorts had caused the fabric to become translucent, showing the redness of his tip clearly. His self-pleasuring becoming more intense as he fantasised about what could be in those shiny, red shorts.

As the waves of orgasm struck, causing thick spurts of husky seed to seep through his shorts and reveal more of his throbbing, spent meat, Dan felt a small spot of remorse for such wanton thoughts about someone who, for all he knew, had innocently introduced himself only yesterday morning.

Dan tried to clear his head, peeled off his sticky shorts and threw them into the laundry basket with all of his other spandex gear needing to be washed, headed to the shower and started readying himself for another day of tedious paperwork.

--

Days passed, and the initial excitement of potentially meeting Hicks again tailed off, having not bumped into each other at all for a week or so, Dan continued his running as usual.

Reaching the canalside towpath was amazing at this time of year, the way the early morning sun turned the water bright orange and the long shadows made everything feel quite unreal.

Offsetting the orange hues was a white and grey husky wearing brand new purple spandex running shorts and a matching top. The match was so perfect, that Dan thought they looked like one single item when he'd admired them in the mirror by the front door.

Dan's thoughts took him down a familiar route, wondering if the look was so convincing, could he get away with wearing a single piece item out in public? He found the thought quite exciting, but decided to press on and ignore the growing in his new shorts.

He head out and concentrated on getting himself into the zone, hitting his usual route and trying to not think twice about potential distractions. But still he had to stop on his route once to appease a steadily growing erection, finding a nice quiet nook out of the way.

He'd got his phone out to look over some pictures he'd saved from last night, slipped his throbbing length free and started slowly working it.

"Oh hey there, not seen you since the other week! How've you been?" The wolf smiled broadly from the path, looking right at Dan.

Dan stammered a little and froze, "Oh. Shit!"

Hicks took a step closer and grinned now, the predator showing through his smile. "Hey man, no worries, it happens to us all sometime, right?"

Dan realised how he looked, shorts tucked under his nuts, length in paw, phone in hand. Hicks looked genuinely keen, which is what Dan had wanted. Dan had fantasised for a long time about meeting someone else on the trails.

"I was hoping to catch you out running, but not quite like this," The wolf just grinned, no hint of flirting or teasing.

Dan just blushed, still frozen, the redness showing in the white fur on his cheeks, "Y-yeah, m-me too," he then awkwardly added, "S-sorry."

There was a low mist hanging over the canal towpath that lit up brightly behind Hicks as the sun glanced across the water, but he couldn't see that right now as he swallowed hard and tried not to stare at the wolf. And yet he couldn't take his eyes off Hicks as he slowly gained on him.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about," the wolf stopped, a very sizeable bulge snaking along his hip now, "Look, if you want me to leave you to it, I'll head off and this never happened, okay?"

Hicks grinned, "But if you want me to stay...? That's also fine by me, and damn that stuff looks really good on you, glad I came out at this hour!" Dan didn't know where to look, he'd never been able to handle compliments, especially while he was holding his junk.

"Uh, thanks," He managed to stammer out, trying so hard to not blush and not look ungrateful.

Hicks put his hands up and smiled broadly, "Hey, don't worry about it, just complimenting a fellow runner! I'll leave you to it," The wolf started to turn around.

"N-no," Dan was almost as surprised at himself, "I-..."

Hicks had already turned and was walking over, that large red bulge standing fairly proud now, "I am so glad you said that, mate!" He was now close to the husky and smiled, touching his nose lightly against Dan's.

Dan shivered and emboldened by adrenaline, kissed Hicks squarely on the muzzle. The wolf responded by moving his body close and sliding his thick, warm paws along the curves of the husky's shorts. Their bodies started to press together, Hicks' bulge resting against the exposed flesh of Dan's.

It didn't take long before the two had forgotten about the rest of the world, kissing passionately and grinding their bodies together in desire. Hicks' paws slid Dan's out of the way and began to slowly stroke over the throbbing length of husky meat that was between them. Dan responded with a shudder and a quiet moan that was shared mouth to mouth.

They continued to grind together, lost in the heat of passion until Hicks broke the kiss and started to sink to his knees in front of Dan, keeping eye contact until his muzzle was centimetres from the tip of the husky's member.

The wolf calmly licked the bead of precum from the head and began his slow teasing of it, a paw gripping at Dan's thigh as he trailed clawtips along the shiny lycra. Dan stifled a moan as he was attended to by the handsome wolf and arched his back in pleasure.

Hicks has begun stroking along the bulge in his own shorts, his paw gripping and stroking through the red stretchy fabric as his muzzle bobbled along the length of meat. Dan couldn't control himself anymore and started moaning out loud, unconcerned about who might hear him. The moaning only encouraged the wolf busily giving him head and Hicks was starting to get into it, tongue lashing roughly against the sensitive tip.

The husky had begun thrusting upwards into the hungry maw and was almost thrashing about when Hicks grunted and faltered a moment before carrying on in earnest. Moments later, Dan had started blasting thick shots of his seed into Hicks' mouth and was almost whining as each wave of orgasm rode over his lithe body. Hicks was hungrily swallowing every drop, his tongue eagerly coaxing more out and driving the husky wild.

Dan couldn't take it and started to paw at Hicks' ears, giving him hints that it was all too sensitive. The wolf looked up at him as he withdrew from the now sagging length of dog meat and grinned sheepishly. Another moment later and Dan was blushing and almost giggling in the craziness of what he'd just done with a near total stranger.

Hicks stood up and dusted off his knees, "oh, oops," he said, indicating to the large, sticky wet spot on his shorts. The wolf had ejaculated into his shorts and made one hell of a mess.

Dan said nothing but reached out for the waistband, and tugged the wolf close, burying his muzzle into it and inhaling deeply before starting to lick up the seed embedded in the fabric of Hick's shiny red lycra shorts. Hicks groaned and pressed himself into Dan's muzzle as the husky worked his tongue over the sticky bulge, enjoying himself as he sucked out all of the cum he could. He knew that he was enjoying the fabric against his face almost as much as the intimacy of another man.

Once he'd got out as much of the semen as he could, and Hicks was thoroughly hard again, Dan withdrew and licked his lips, "There! That's as clean as I can get you!" He said, suddenly full of confidence brought on by adrenaline.

"Uhh, thanks, but what about this?" The wolf pointed to his tenting shorts, all shiny with Dan's saliva and his own seed.

"Well, I know what you can do with that, but it might have to wait until I get home from work."

And with that, Dan stood up, kissed the wolf on the cheek and headed towards the canal towpath again.

"Or we could just call in sick?"