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"Here we are!"

Kurt gestured to an apartment building overlooking the marina. The place looked like an old Victorian house, not uncommon in San Amador, with a slate roof and a tower standing regally in one corner. "Looks pretty," I mused. Although it was a spring evening, the cool breeze blowing off the ocean made me shiver. Kurt noticed. "Let's get you inside, it's warmer." I followed the Doberman through the front door as he waved to a Fox concierge sitting behind a desk. The interior of the block was modern compared to the outside, with white marble and blue carpets. Kurt pressed a button on an elevator. "I like historical buildings," he explained. "But I was glad they had installed an elevator when I moved in since I live on the top floor." I followed Kurt inside and we rode upwards.

Kurt's apartment was just as elaborate inside as the building's exterior. World War Two military posters, reproductions of Van Gogh paintings and vintage move posters lined the walls. The floor was mostly bare wood apart from a woven rug by the sofa. The kitchen was more modern; all chrome and marble, but the apartments best feature was the window that overlooked the marina. "I like making up places to look nice, which is why I always enjoyed your sets," Kurt explained as he walked to the fridge. "I've still got half a bottle of wine in here, wanna finish it?" "Sure," I replied as I sniffed about the place. Kurt reappeared with two glasses and the bottle. I noticed he had shed his jeans and he was still wearing the Alpha briefs from the photoshoot. "It's a habit man," he chuckled when he saw me looking. "I hope you don't mind?" "Not at all," I replied as the Doberman handed me some wine. "It's not like I don't see you in your underwear a lot." I added with a chuckle, although in the intimacy of Kurt's home it felt different. Part of my mind was telling me to take my jeans off. Fuck it just do it. "You can take yours off too, just make yourself comfortable," Kurt encouraged, as if reading my thoughts. Nervously, I stood, unbuckled my belt and allowed my jeans to slide off. "You should become a model full time," I heard Kurt say. I turned to see him eyeing up my briefs clad rump. "You look good in those." "Thanks," I replied, taking a sip of wine. C'mon dude, you're in a hot guy's apartment and not just any hot guy, the Doberman you've been fantasising about. There was a moment of silence and I found my paw holding my wine glass was shaking. "Why don't we go and lie down?" Kurt suggested. I hesitated, but nodded and followed him to the bedroom.

The bedroom was just as fancy as the rest of the place, mostly taken up by a large double bed with more art hanging on the walls. Kurt lay down and patted a spot on the bed beside him. Gingerly, I lay down beside him. Kurt placed an arm around me; his touch was oddly reassuring and I shuffled over closer. I could smell his aftershave, sweet but not too pungent. "I freshened up at the set after the shoot," he explained. "But we can grab a shower now if you like?" Kurt gently stroked my arm with his paw. "Yeah, that would be a good idea," I replied, forcing a wag out of my tail. Why am I so nervous? I knew of the answer in my mind, but I didn't want to say anything to Kurt. I watched as he slid off the bed and shed his shirt. He was now wearing nothing but the briefs he had been modelling earlier. I once again marvelled at how perfect the Doberman looked in them, and up close I could see the clearly defined outline of his sheath. "Follow me," Kurt said, turning his head to shoot me a grin. I removed my shirt and followed him. It felt weird at first to walk through someone else's home in nothing but my underwear, but I as I looked down at Kurt's fine ass in his briefs the thought evaporated. The underwear defined his rump perfectly, and the fact he had a nub as opposed to a tail allowed me to appreciate the sight even better.

The feeling of nerves reappeared again as we walked into the bathroom but I forced myself to relax. "You okay?" I was shaken from my thoughts as I realised Kurt was talking to me. I smiled and nodded but Kurt didn't look convinced. The alcohol was still making me want to speak my mind. Fuck, just say it. "Okay, the reason I never wanted to come out with you and Doug before is I've never done anything with guys before," I sighed. "Ever?" "No, I've never fucked or been fucked. I've probably kissed one guy in my life," I splayed my ears and wanted the ground to swallow me up. I knew Dobermans could be domineering and I expected Kurt to laugh or throw me out. Hell, he might not have even planned to have sex with me. Kurt didn't look at all phased. "In that case I can show you the ropes," the Doberman smiled playfully. "Okay, take off your shirt." I hesitated. "Only if you want to?" Kurt added. "I will," I said, pulling my shirt off. I was now just in my Beta briefs. Kurt glanced over me with an approving expression. "Damn, Carl was right. You should be a model too," he grinned. "Heh, well I don't think I'm very good lo..." Kurt gently put a paw to my muzzle before I could finish speaking. "Allow me to be the judge of that, now close your eyes." I obeyed and immediately felt the Doberman's paw close over the bulge in my briefs. Kurt fondled my balls, gently rubbing the silky fabric against them in the same way I had done when I'd jerked off alone. I felt his muzzle press against mine and his warm breath tickled my nose. Kurt kissed me; the touch of his lips were gentle and he worked his tongue into my mouth, caressing the insides.

A mixture of emotions were exploding inside me; disbelief, joy, euphoria. I was finally kissing the guy I had watched from afar during shoots. Kurt broke off and grinned. "Okay bud, shower time," the Doberman reached out to turn the shower on. I got another good sight of his ass. Kurt must have known I was looking as he deliberately perked his rump out as he turned the taps. Fuck, I can't resist that. I reached out and groped Kurt's butt, caressing the firm, rounded figure through the fabric of his underwear. Kurt growled playfully and arched his ass against the growing bulge in my underwear. "Time to get these off," he growled as he shed his briefs. His partially emerged cock flopped out and I could see the end was already wet with pre-cum. I was captivated by the sight and the faint musky scent for a moment, before Kurt gripped the waistband of my underwear. "Here, let me help you," he grinned, sliding them down. Kurt then took me by the paw and led me under the warm rush of water.

The shower felt refreshing and I allowed the water to run over my fur. Kurt was already soaping up with a bottle of shower gel which he handed to me. "Get clean and I'll show you something," he grinned. I applied the soapy liquid to my cock and balls. Kurt squeezed some more out and began applying it seductively to my rump. I lifted my tail and allowed Kurt to rub in the soapy water. "Okay bud, now rinse it off," Kurt instructed, his voice verging on a domineering growl. I did as Kurt told me to and made sure all the suds were washed off. My cock had mostly emerged from my sheath and Kurt placed his paw around the shaft. I watched as he knelt down and ran his tongue over the tip. I closed my eyes and leant against the side of the shower. Kurt kept licking and then I felt him slide the length of my shaft into his muzzle. I gritted my teeth as I felt the Doberman work his way up and down, rubbing his rough tongue against my dick. Pre-cum was leaking from my tip and Kurt lapped it up. "Hnng, I feel like I'm going to cum," I groaned. Kurt didn't let up, indeed his motions became more frantic and he kneaded my balls as he kept sucking. My hind-paws felt like they were about to buckle. I felt the typical surging sensation I had felt when jerking off but even more intense. I bucked forwards and came into Kurt's muzzle. Kurt remained in place, continuing to suck and swallowing the load as it pumped from my cock, making the sensation all the more powerful. Kurt pulled away and I slumped to the floor of the shower, panting as the water continued to run over me. "I like sex in the shower, it means you don't have to clean up," Kurt chuckled. I felt drained and couldn't move. "C'mon kid, I ain't done with you yet." Kurt growled playfully, extending a paw. I took it and he helped me up, but as I soon as I was on my hind-paws he spun me around and crouched down again. I felt his muzzle press into my ass and his tongue began lapping at my hole. I gritted my teeth and let out a low moan as Kurt made out with my hole. I was never sure about the idea of rimming before, but the way Kurt did it made me feel like I was about to get off again. "I... I feel like I'm about to fall down," I panted. "Okay, let's get you to the bed," Kurt chuckled, pulling his muzzle back out. I remained panting as he shut the water off and reached out to grab us towels.

A moment later I collapsed back on Kurt's bed having dried myself off. I was still feeling the high of cumming and getting a rimjob from Kurt. Part of my mind was still jangling with nerves but they vanished as the Doberman walked into the room and lay down beside me. I could see his muscular body emphasised in the soft light; the strong looking arms, his chiselled looking chest and pecs. The sight of him made the other half of my mind want to go further. The Doberman's pink cock was fully out of its sheath and I could see the define shape of his knot. I reach out and stroked a paw down his chest, feeling his pecs and abs, before stroking lower. Kurt didn't say anything, but the soft expression in his eyes suggested he approved. I wrapped my paw around his dick and wondered what it would feel like to have it in me. Kurt seemed to read my thoughts and a grin spread across his muzzle, not unlike the same domineering smile he used during the underwear photoshoots. "Do you want to?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered. I watched as Kurt swung his legs off the bed and rummaged around in the bedside table. "I have some lube left in here," I heard him say, before he slid back on the bed with the bottle in his paw. I watched as the Doberman slicked his dick up, which seemed to be throbbing in anticipation. "Here you go, use plenty." Kurt handed me the bottle "Okay, get into a comfortable position." I lay on my front with my face in the pillows. A gay friend of mine had once said getting fucked feels weird or painful at first, then it gets better. "Relax bud," I heard Kurt whisper. I felt his dick push its way into my hole. I gripped the pillows, the feeling was indeed strange. Kurt's cock withdrew and then pushed its way back in, deeper this time. It feels fucking strange indeed! Kurt settled into a rhythm, gripping onto my hips. "What's it like?" he whispered. "W... weird," I panted as Kurt kept pounding. "I..." I began, but gasped as Kurt's dick hit my prostate. "Heh, feels good doesn't it?" Kurt growled. I closed my eyes as I felt the muscular Doberman's weight press down on me as he pounded deeper. His balls were touching mine and I was sure that his knot would be swelling to the point of knotting me soon. I bit into the pillow as Kurt let out a loud grunt and bit down on my neck fluff. Fuck, this is really fucking weird, but good!" As soon as the thought came to my mind, Kurt knotted me. I experienced multiple feelings at once; a moment of pain after getting knotted and then wave of pleasure as my dick erupted with cum for a second time that time. I howled and realised Kurt was howling too. His cock rotated inside me as he made the tie and I felt his muscular weight collapse on top of me. "Wooo!" he breathed. "I hope you're comfortable, we're gonna be like this for some time." Too many feelings were crashing through me to come out with any kind of response. Instead, I lay my head on the pillow and panted heavily.

Kurt's knot finally went down some time later and I was free. "What did you think of that?" He asked. "Honestly, I don't know," I replied. "It wasn't bad, but it's something I've got to get used to." "Fair response," Kurt smiled. "That's what people often say, but you look it like a champ." The Doberman took me by the paw and led me to the bathroom to clean up. I quickly jumped back in the shower while Kurt cleaned himself at the sink. "I feel tired," I yawned as I emerged from the shower. "Me too man, but I'm glad I have someone to snuggle with tonight," Kurt chuckled. I found my tail was wagging as I followed the muscular Doberman back to the bedroom. Kurt lifted up the covers for me and I shuffled underneath. The room smelt musky from sex, and although the scent was arousing I could feel my eyelids grow heavy. "Thanks for coming to dinner with me," Kurt whispered as he climbed into bed. "Thanks for getting it," I replied. On impulse I leant over and kissed him. Kurt smiled and placed an arm around me. "G'night bud," he whispered, kissing me back. "Good night," I replied, smiling as Kurt's eyes closed. I wanted to fall asleep but thoughts were running through my mind; you should ask him to be your boyfriend, he's a catch and you've always fantasised about him, but the other half was hesitant, how will your family react? I shut the thoughts out and sleep came to me.

I was aware of dawn as light shone through the bedroom window. I rolled over and patted the spot on the bed next to me, Kurt was gone and for a moment I felt a jolt of alarm, but then I heard the Doberman's voice from the kitchen. Oh cool, you're gonna have to tell me all about it when you get back. I listened harder, realising he must be on the phone. I love you too, now I gotta go. Bye! I wondered who he could have been talking to, but the "I love you too" part puzzled me. A family member perhaps? His tone of voice didn't sound like he was talking to either of his parents, but not a lover either. I was shaken from my thoughts as Kurt reappeared carrying a tray laden with cinnamon rolls and orange juice. "I didn't have much in the cupboard," he explained apologetically. "But I had enough ingredients to make cinnamon rolls." "They smell delicious," I replied as Kurt set the tray down on the bed. They did indeed smell good and I felt my ears perk up as I looked at them. Kurt handed me a plate and we ate while gazing out of the window. The sun shone down on the marina, causing the water to sparkle. The boats rocked gently in the small waves. "What an amazing view," I smiled. "Mmhmm, I never get tired of it," Kurt replied as he took a bite of his cinnamon roll. The rolls tasted wonderful and my tail began beating against the covers as I ate. "I see you approve," Kurt chuckled as he noticed. "Thank you for breakfast," I replied, wiping crumbs from my muzzle. "Don't mention it, you were fantastic last night," Kurt said, giving me a kiss on the muzzle. At that moment I felt warm and happy. Perhaps a relationship with the Doberman could work? Kurt climbed out of bed and stretched. "Perhaps we should go and get the car?" He suggested, although I was more distracted by the fine form of his black and tan ass. "Yeah, yeah we should," I replied. Kurt knew what I was distracted by and he purposely angled his rump in my direction. "Heh, you know it's rude to stare," he grinned, bending over purposely to give me a better look. I felt my cock slide from its sheath, but felt a pang of mild disappointment as Kurt slowly pulled a pair of blue briefs up his legs, hiding his fine ass.

I climbed out of bed and retrieved my clothes, deciding I would freshen up properly back at my place. I wondered back out to the living room to fetch my shoes. I could appreciate the apartment better in the daylight and marvelled at all the posters hanging on the wall. There were a few family photographs of Kurt with his parents, but a black and white photo by the sofa caught my eye. It was a picture of Kurt with his arm around a Tiger. They were both grinning and their faces were almost pressed together. A good friend perhaps? But then I saw another photograph on the wall by the kitchen. The Tiger was in the picture again, this time with his arm around Kurt. They both had the same smiles on their faces. Then I noticed a third sitting on the coffee table, it was Kurt and the Tiger laying on the sand on a beach somewhere. Their paws were almost touching. More than just friends. A thought suddenly occurred to me, one that I didn't want to acknowledge, but it was hammering at my mind and wouldn't go away. Kurt already has a boyfriend? I felt rooted to the spot, not sure what to say or do. Kurt reappeared fully dressed with a cheerful smile on his muzzle. "Ready to go get the car?"

I wasn't sure what to say or do.