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Tall skyscrapers rushed by and out of sight. The concrete jungle which the two rottweilers were accustomed to crumbled away in the rear-view mirror. Even the gloomy yet comfortingly familiar clouds seemed to prefer the metropolis as a fresh shade of blue coloured the sky above. The young rottweiler sitting next to a larger and older dog with nearly the exact fur patterns. His father wearing a cap, jeans, and a loose white dress shirt hummed along the songs playing on the temperamental radio of his Peugeot Traveller. His body thick and cuddly, just how Jr likes his men - Big and with a proper dad bod. After packing their belongings, the father-son duo headed into the Great Unknown. No more late-night city buses. Gone are the 24/7 convenient stores. Goodbye conveniently placed gloryholes behind which Jr would most weekends sit and wait for anonymous city men to blow. All these modern comforts sadly would become more than a luxury where they were heading. After driving half the day away, Ron took his son to a small diner off the highway.

His father seemed more than eager to use the restroom despite their toilet break an hour ago. He quickly left the booth before ordering their lunch. Jr didn't mind. In fact, he had not noticed his father's shifty behaviour as his eyes were wandering around. Outside the window, a row of trucks neatly tucked beneath giant red-neon letters. Inside the diner, a row of truckers with their dirty boots and sweat stains messily sat by the bar. It was brightly lit, crowded, and the smell of grease nearly hid the sweet stink of those blue-collar workers. Jr tugged on his grey polo shirt over his small bulge. He imagined the droplets of ass sweat forming on the plastic cover of the bar stools. How hot and salty they would seem on his tongue. Jr's imagination searched through any and all unspeakable acts of debauchery he knew and divided them amongst the drivers. The black boots of a burly bear must be an invitation to have his paws worshipped. A wolf who carried a pack of cigarettes in his pockets had to have loved blowing smoke at whatever bitch he bred. What dirty secrets they hid from their families and friends. What nasty fantasies the young dog could help fulfil.

The salon styled wooden doors swung open revealing a long hall of stalls and urinals. Ron of course did not need to empty his bladder. He needed a hole. He checked every stall. He read every graffiti for numbers to call "for a good time". None. Nada. He sighed as he gently left the last stall. Ron turned on the tap and ran his paws underneath the water. Splashing his face and the corners of his muzzle in frustration. No more frequenting his favourite sex shop for poppers. No more sneaking past his son's bedroom at night to rut some city bitch. No more visiting his favourite gloryhole in the shopping centre to feed anonymous cum hungry sluts his seed. The move was for both rottweilers a challenge. He grunted in defeated and even rose his nose in a final attempt to sniff out any remnant of a bitch in heat.

"What are we having for grub son? ... Junior?"

"O-oh yeah! I want a chicken burger please!"

'That boy and his daydreaming' he thought to himself as he brought the menu closer to his muzzle, struggling to read the items before deciding to pull out his glasses from his chest pocket. Jr took the opportunity while his dad was distracted to continue gawking at the other masculine figures just for a couple of seconds more. Who knew how long the pup would find some eye candy in the village they are heading towards? Jr liked to play it safe and tried vehemently to remember those bulging muscles and groins, those damp spots underneath their armpits, their....

"Junior! I said... what do you want to drink, baby boy?"

"Oh! Lemonade please Dad!"

During their lunch, both talked about how much longer it would take to arrive at "Forest Valley" (another day of driving), how big Jr's room going to be (bigger than his old room, the pup hoped silently), and Ron gave his son some advice in making new friends (Jr doubted he knew to what extent the pup understood 'friends' by).

After their pitstop, more greenery grew across the landscape as the sky reddened. A low orange glow flooded into the car from behind the mountains afar. Their black and brown furs soaked up the setting lights. Towns become a rare sight as the silos of farms started to sprout wildly. Grassy fields transitioned into patches of wheat. A yawn escaped Jr's small muzzle. Installing and improving on water storage was going to be a large undertaking, Ron explained to his sleepy son. Jr quietly nodded. It will take a couple of months to get everything sorted, Ron added. Jr hesitantly agreed. It would take longer to inspect the entire water system, from storage to purification to sewage, Ron continued. Jr asked if it was worth it leaving their old lives. Both of them fell silent. Both thought about the sacrifices they had to make. Both never realised they would miss the same gloryhole (albeit from different sides).

"I wanted to give you this when we arrived." His father announced pulling a small rectangular box wrapped in red paper from the car door. Small brown paws hurriedly tore into the gift and revealed a picture of a smartphone. A surprised yelp escaped Jr's smiling muzzle.

"Thank you thank you thank you!"

"I also put it on the same contract as me so you get to have unlimited data and calls too!"

"Thank you thank you thank you!"

The sun had finally set. The phone finished installing and updating its software. Their black van exited the highway and arrived in the town where Ron booked a room for the night. 'Welcome to Clear Fontaine' a sign showed against the nightly scenery. Wooden framed houses gathered around a tall country church, barely letting Ron's vehicle through to the edge of the village.

"Hotel Hearth... is this the parking?... Hm... okay maybe if I park here... can you see someone at the reception?... Junior?"

The pup's chest gently rose up and down behind the black seatbelt. Small brown paws clung onto the black phone. Ron smiled lovingly down before petting his head in between Jr's floppy ears. A lonely petrol station caught the eyes as he glanced back. An idea. A grin. The 40-year-old dog quietly left his van. Cool fresh air engulfed him as the streetlights shone a yellow cone onto the empty road. Ron hurried over to the public toilets behind the station.

Jr stirred in his sleep. The stillness slowly bringing him out of his slumber. A little dazed, he rubbed his eyes and saw the dark silhouette of the wide hotel in front of him. Through the glass front door, he could barely recognise a badger sitting by the desk. He turned to meet the gaze of his father but was greeted by an empty driver's seat. Dad's probably already inspecting our room, Jr thought. He unbuckled himself and stretched lazily before turning his attention to his phone. An idea. A grin. The 12-year-old pup swiftly turned on his data and opened the app store. 'Gay, hook-up, meet'. Search. Install. Wait.

Unisex toilets and the stalls weren't metal. It smelt like cleaning liquid, bleach maybe. All good signed for the old pervert. Ron passed the urinals, disregarding them entirely to explore the stalls. The first stall had no more toilet paper left. The second had several stickers plastered on the walls. Ron got more nervous. Two more left. One more chance. The door swung open.

"Fuck. Yeah."

After setting up a new e-mail, glorypupholes@tails.com, he created an anonymous account. Profiles after profiles of nearby males piled up his feed. Some were left intentionally and discretely blank. Most were faceless body photos. Jr got nervous. The closest male was 10 km away. The hottest and most mature one, a white Clydesdale, was based 250 km away. The pup huffed in defeat. How can he find local places for dogging? How would he find his way in this sexually repressed area of the world? How could he find frustrated, pent-up males to pleasure in the middle of the wilderness? Jr stepped out of the van. The moon shone brighter here, he noticed. The blinking 'Open' sign of the petrol station caught his eye, but what piqued his interest was one lonely truck parked beside it. Jr grinned and wagged his stubby tail. His little paws carried him eagerly across the empty street, into the white glow of the station lights and into the dark yet clean toilets.

The door opened with an almost deafening creak, breaking the nightly silence. A stream of air flowed past the pup as he made his way to the stalls. A low cough and a tap against a wall. Those were the signs of a frustrated trucker, for sure! Jr almost couldn't contain himself and jogged to the end of the stalls. The last stall was locked. Another cough and a tap. Jr's grin stretched from ear to ear. One last celebration! One last taste of sexual freedom! He opened the door and there it was; a semi erect red canine cock. Black balls hung from the duct-tape-covered edge of the hole. Jr locked the door behind him and sat down on the seat. He reached out. Small brown paws grasped the swelling sheath. His tongue ran along the sides of his muzzle.

Ron almost gave up. Groin pressed up against the stall wall. Phone in his hand watching some black labrador bitch get bred. He wished he took up the offer of giving his neighbour a good breeding before they left. She looked exactly like the one in the video. He felt his cock swell and pre leaking down into his sheath. He almost pulled out of the hole before the entrance creaked open. Lucky night, he thought. Some bitch or fag will get a treat tonight, he murmured before giving a low cough and a knock on the wall. The footsteps were light and quick. Some skinny small female eager for some cum. A large grin appeared on his muzzle as he heard the door to the next stall close. Lock slid shut. A pair of small paws touched his member. Growling lowly and quietly, he reopened his phone to continue watching some large horse cock slam into her black pussy. A tongue ran along the underside of his cock, collecting the stream of pre. Then, the same dirty appendage sampled the soft fur of his sheath. Nasty little bitch! He let out a sigh of relief. His cock grew larger, harder.

Jr loved when they watched porn while he serviced men. He heard the soft moaning occasionally punctuated by a guttural grunt. His tongue slathered the throbbing meat. The savoury taste of manhood mixed with the drool of a young pup. He took the tip of the veiny dog cock into his muzzle, delighting in drinking down whatever precum oozed the male. His nose tried to close the gap between it and the base of the growing knot. The loose sheath rolled up behind the bulbous end, concentrating its scent. His brown paw began to rub his own bulge. Carefully squeezed he heavy cum-filled sack in his other one to calm the relentless stud. The small but nimble tongue extended out and teased the top of the male's knot. A huff and a whispered 'fuck' brought a proud grin on Jr's face. He slowly pulled his head back until just the tip remained in the warm embrace of a puppy maw. The dog unsuccessfully tried to hump his length back in. The wall distended a bit. Jr descended back onto the thick cock, savouring it all, wrapping and rubbing his tongue around the girth, sniffing and huffing the musk like poppers.

'Fuck his bitch must be tiny'. The old pervert loved size difference. How could Ron not with a 18cm cock? The tongue working eagerly along the entire length of his member. The video had ended but the service continued. The slut's paws were small, making his member feel even larger, grow even harder, and emit more pheromones into the stalls. A slurp. Another one. A soft gag followed by a muffled moan. He felt his knot grow larger. His toughened paw pads pressed against the wall as his claws dug into the veneer plaster. The faggot or slut servicing him must have been hungry, starving for cum. The greying rottweiler could barely hold his load back. How gentle the muzzle sheathed his length despite his efforts to muzzle-fuck the slut. How keen those little paws were at kneading his sack. He had to savour this anonymous encounter for as long as possible. Ron huffed and buckled his hips against the gloryhole.

"...gonna fucking blow..."

Jr instinctively grabbed onto the knot, tugged, and swallowed. The entire length pulsed as it gushed out that thick puppy batter he had yearned to taste again. He sighed with a muzzle full of cock. Then his eyes went wide. That voice. That grunt... Dad? The cock continued to pump seed onto the diligent tongue. He suddenly recognised the small brown spot on the left ball sack. Jr had the exact same one. Shocked, he sat there in silence. His breath quickened, inadvertently taking in more of this father's musk. His bulge hardened. After drinking down the same cum that made him, the puppy whimpered a bit. The cock pulled back and a finger appeared begging his muzzle to come closer. Jr, with shaking paws, pushed his snout into the hole. His father rubbed the softening tip along his lips, squeezing whatever cum was left in his length onto this son.

"Lick."

A sudden shyness overcame Jr.

"I said... LICK!"

The puppy did as he was commanded, his lips grazing against the tip. A thick clawed thumb pressed itself into the corner of Jr's muzzle as he cleaned the wet member. The rough paw pad sent shivers down his spine. Suddenly, a large broad tongue pressed up against his maw, forcing it more open. Jr's ears went hot, his cheeks blushed, his tail wagged. Daddy was making out with him, passionately, mixing whatever cum remained in his muzzle with his father's spit. Jr became dizzy, either from the sheer awe of having pleasured his dad or from the overwhelming pleasure of knowing to have pleasured his dad. It didn't matter. It never mattered. Jr was hooked and he needed more.

After Ron was done tasting himself and cleaning the slut's maw. He grinned at the thought of the small cumdump having their belly pumped with hot dad semen. He tucked his sheath back into his boxers, he adjusted his shirt before zipping up. He was about to head out until a small piece of napkin slid in front of him. He bent down, picked it up and left.

Jr with his own and his daddy's drool dripping down his chin, bend over again and sniffed the edge of the hole. The same place where the wonderful ball-sack hung from, not moments ago. Those full plump cum-containers from which he came from smelt...heavenly. After hungrily and futilely lapping around the hole, the pup quickly gathered himself, washed his muzzle, and dashed back to the van. The door thumped shut, his heart beat jumping out of his chest. He looked down at his phone, unlocked it and deleted the app.

Ron's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the shop. His shirt crinkled. The jeans matted where it touched his groin. He grabbed a few bottles of local beer, a couple packets of beef jerky, and a large baguette sandwich. The cashier, sleepy, nodded to the rottweiler and winked. 'Was he who just blew me?' Ron thought as he left the petrol station. He took out the napkin from his pocket. It read glorypupholes@tails.com.

Both sat on the large bed in front of a small box tv. The news droned on in the background. The night went by painfully slow for Jr. Ron on the other hand continued to sport a big grin while finishing their improvised dinner. He chewed loudly on pieces of dried beef while taking a swig of beer. He burped. His belly firm and round extended over the waistband of his black boxers and juggled. The same black boxer's Jr remembered seeing through the gloryhole after having drank the potent fatherly seed. The pup swore he could still smell his earthy musk. The pair of small reading glasses sat at the end of the grey muzzle.

"You got some crumbs there, baby boy!"

The same thumb that sensually prodded Jr's muzzle now lovingly brushed off the remnants of the pup's baguette sandwich dinner. The young boy blushed. His ears on fire.

"You're awfully quiet, Junior! Are you tried from the trip?"

His son nodded and smiled at this father. Ron turned to meet his gaze. What a cute little muzzle, he noticed. It reminded him of the same snout that blew him earlier on. How well his cock was worshipped. How eager the muzzle swallowed every single drop of what his balls produced. The thought of that anonymous slut made his spent cock stir anew. He coughed. The same cough Jr heard in the toilets. Ron quickly sat up, trying to hide his semi. He pushed his large frame over the edge of the hotel bed. Jr snuck a lustful glance at his dad's backside. The large muscles bulging from the tank top. The thick tail accentuated the large firm ass. Ron discretely picked up his phone from the bedside table and went to the bathroom. He turned on the tap. Hot steamy water slowly filled the bathtub as Ron sat on the throne. He pulled out his emails determined not to let that cumdump slip away.

[Hey! This is the dog you sucked. That was fucking hot! You really know how to please a man. Send me your number i wanna hear your slutty voice!]

Jr's phone buzzed. His ears flickered before turning around to take a glance at the screen. A new notification. This was it! His dad took the bait! His bulge grew and stiffened again. Nimble paws quickly unlocked the screen and replied to his new object of lust.

[Hi there, stud. I loved sucking you... I can't give you my number :( But we should talk on here. I'm sure we will meet up again soon ;)]

Ron's paw was already pulling his swollen sheath out of his underwear. That bitch wants more, he knew it. He needed a new fucktoy. He could not let this one slip away.

[It's okay baby! I understand. I prefer anonymous anyways. But never gonna say no to a meet up in person. What are you into? ASSL?]

Jr raised his eyebrows. His heart fluttered. His daddy was an old pervert. The pup was a pervert in the making. The apple never falls far.

[I like anonymous sex too ;) I love drinking cum, sniffin cocks and balls. Oh and I love big hot men like you, Daddy! Do you like it when I call you Daddy? I am really young, M, puppy dog and I live in Forest Valley. Hbu?]

A low groan escaped the bathroom. Jr smirked. Ron nearly came again. His cock, half outside and still buried and growing inside his black sheath. A young boy! That explained the small paws and snout. What a dirty fag.

[That's so hot, baby boy! How young? Call me Daddy whenever you want. Fuck, you gonna make me blow again. I love fucking cum hungry sluts like you. I'm 40 male a big rottweiler wruff <3 and I am arriving in Forest Valley tomorrow! Why were you out here?]

The puppy never would have thought what a dirty dog his father was. Ron calling the 'anonymous' boy by Jr's pet name was all that the pup needed to confirm his own dad's fantasies. All this time, he had the perfect male specimen underneath his nose. He needed to play it safe, keep the horny rottweiler interested.

[I am here visiting my dad... Too bad I can't suck him like I sucked you.]

Another grunt emerged from the continuous sounds of the tab filling the tub. Ron couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was fully out but his paws eagerly typed his reply. This deprived kinky puppy needs a father figure. Someone to teach him all the pleasures of gay sex! Fuck if only his own son was only a fraction as lewd as this fag pup!

[You dirty boy! I can be your Daddy. When you are back in Forest Valley, message me. I'll take good care of my baby boys. As long as you take care of my cock! You are a natural born cocksucker. If I were your dad I would breed you full of my puppies. Have you taken any cocks up your tail?]

[No I haven't, Daddy. OMG I want you to do all that to me, please. I am a tail hole virgin. I have just sucked cock. I got to go now :( But have a picture of this to help you, Daddy.]

There are two constants in any young, growing boys' lives; sex and nudes. Jr christened his new phone with its first ever nasty picture. It was a close up of his hole. The stubby tail still visibly blurred from his wagging. The hole was pink and taut. The attached file was sent before his phone went back to charge the bedside table. From the bathroom, the puppy heard his father growl lustfully. Ron could not believe his eyes. A nice young virgin hole. The same dog breed as himself... as his son... His paws went straight back to his cock. They jerked him off as he gawked at his screen. He imagined the tightness of a virgin hole around his member. How rock hard he would be after having that wonderful muzzle lapping him. His already overworked balls pulled up tightly against his body. One large wad splattered and streaked across the tiled floor followed by a deep sigh. Some droplets landed on his thick thighs, rolling down into his underwear. Unbeknownst to the huffing dog, Jr's peeping eye watched his father's orgasm. His own dick in his blurred paws spewed what little spunk his balls produced at the sight of Daddy's fat member erupting again. At the sight of the cock he came from shooting that hot delicious semen from seeing his tail hole. A shameless sense of pride washed over Ron's son as both revelled in their afterglow. 'This move might not be as bad as I thought', both rottweilers realised.