Breeding Season - Chapter 1
Breeding Season is a work of fiction that is written for a specific adult audience.
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All characters in this story, Awz, Taj, Mikey, Selk, and Danz are my own characters. Please do not use them without my permission, or the magic word.
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Breeding Season
By Atragon
Chapter 1
I pulled up to the university at a quarter past noon, and managed to hustle to find a good parking spot near the psychology/education building.
It was a Wednesday, and normally I would not be on campus on because I only have classes to attend on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the promise of some extra spending money has lured me back on my off day.
The ad which brought me here had been very simple, when I saw it stuck amongst the hundreds of other flyers on one of the campus kiosks. This one caught my eye when I noticed the silhouette of two people, looking fairly "restroom-esq" in their stick-person like appearance. The thing that set it off was that between the two stick figures was a silhouette of an anthropomorphic dog of some sorts holding both the "hands" of the stick people, with a large heart over his head.
The ad read that the psychology department was looking for first hand information on people that had relationships or experiences with Canoids. Applicants would be interviewed and their stories would be used to compile a paper on interspecies relationships. Interviewees could urn up to $100 a session and all information concerning their identity would be kept strictly anonymous.
I took the flyer down from the board and pocketed it, extra money was always a good thing, especially for a college student, but I think I was more curious in what the psych department was interested in more than anything.
So, I called the psych building when I got home and set up an appointment and they explained the whole disclaimer thing to me in brief, and told me to come in Wednesday of next week. That being done I stripped out of my clothes and got a shower, I had to work tonight and it always seemed to go better if I was squeaky clean before I got there. As they put it at the clinic, it made getting dirty a lot more fun.
X
Back to Wednesday, and I found my self in the outer office of a Doctor Kline, who judging from the plushness of the office, was rather high up in the food chain of the department and university. A grad student greeted me and gave me some forms on a clip board to read over, a quick glance showed that the papers were the release forms that were described to me over the phone last week. Reading through and signing off on the forms I handed them back to the grad student, who showed me into a small conference room.
Sitting at the head of the oval conference table was, who I assumed to be, Doctor Kline. Who, from all appearances, was a middle aged man, in a dark, brown suit. Kline was not a handsome man, nor was he very ugly, he was at that comfortable in-between spot, located somewhere in the 'white bread-professional' range if you get my drift.
Kline stood and shook my hand when I got to his end of the table, and after giving me the once over he sat down and made a few notes on his clipboard and asked if I was comfortable of needed anything to drink.
"No, I'm all right," I told him.
Kline nodded and pointed to the recording device sitting on the table, "You understand I am going to record this conversation and the data will be used in the construction of this presentation and paper, but your identity will remain confidential."
I nodded at him, "Yes I read through that on the forms and it was explained to me over the phone last week."
Satisfied with that answer Kline turned on the machine and consulted his notes attached to his clipboard. "So your name is Michael."
It was more of a statement than a question, but I answered anyway, "Yes, but people usually call me "Mike", friends call me, "Mikey".
Kline nodded, made a note and started in again with the questions. "So you have had or are having relations with a Canoid."
Again a statement, not a question.
"Yes, I am currently having a relationship with a Canoid."
Kline noted this on his clipboard, "Male or Female."
"Male," I replied, to which Kline made a checkmark on his clipboard.
"Have you, or are you sexually active with Canoids?" Kline asked.
"I am currently sexually active with a Canoid, Yes."
More notes on clipboard, new question, "Have you been or are currently in an ongoing relationship with a Canoid?"
"Yes," I answered.
Kline looked at me over the top of the clipboard, "Can you tell me how you got started in your relationship?"
"Sure," I said, settling back in my chair, "But it might take a bit."
X
About a year ago I was finishing up the final in my geography class. The test was, as usual, one that scraped the depths of the text and lecture notes for obscure facts which the instructor, an older, white bearded, professor could recall with crystal clarity form the dusty corners of his mind.
For the rest of the students in the class it was sweating bullets as we attempted to dredge up half-read and half-remembered information that we had crammed in our heads the night before. I was one on the older students in the class, a junior among mostly freshmen, who was managing to pass the class without too much effort on my part. I had a knack for remembering trivia, and storing it in my brain for weird occasions, apparently the same skill which scored me multiple pieces of the pie in Trivial Pursuits worked in remembering the crazy lectures the professor liked to spout in class.
So I was not too worried with the outcome of the test, and I finished it in about fifteen minutes, flipping the test over I then proceeded to engage in my favorite activity in the class, watching Taj.
Taj was one of the few Canoids I had ever seen on campus, and trust me I spent a lot of time looking Taj over in class. I would guess that Taj was a Rottweiler mix of some type, as he certainly had the appearance and markings of that particular dog breed, but there was something else in his genetics as well that I could not identify.
Taj was a male Rottie, and as far as I could see, was all muscle under his shorts and T-shirt. I have to admit that my typical behavior in this class was to keep one ear on the professor and lazily work my way up Taj's muscular legs, to the firm ass in his shorts or wander my way up his tight back to his muscular arms.
I knew I was gay, I figured out that part when I was in high school on the baseball team, I came out to my team and for the most part they understood and supported me. There were a couple of assholes that had a problem with it, but it was explained in very small words to them by the coach and my teammates that very nasty things could and in some cases did happen to them if they gave me any shit. It was extremely lucky on my part that I was such a good athlete on the team and tended to win games for us.
I did not, however, know I had a thing for Canoids, until Taj walked into geography class that first day. The second I saw him, I felt that cold feeling in the pit of your stomach, as reality takes a sharp right turn you aren't prepared for. I would like to think that I managed to not look like a damn fool staring at him like I was a hormone-charged teenager.
Through the semester that Rottie would test the limits of my depraved imagination. I think he deliberately wore the most revealing outfits he could, and it seemed like he knew I was watching him, which I think might have excited him to some degree. Well with the semester coming to a close and this being the final exam, this would be the last I would see of Taj's muscular body, so I enjoyed myself, when he stood up to turn his test in and leave I gave the big Rottie about a five minute head start before I got my stuff together and turned in my test.
Out the door and free for the rest of the afternoon I was feeling pretty happy, and was oblivious to what was going on around me. I did not hear the six foot Rottie silently sneak up beside me and throw an arm around my shoulder.
I did not know weather the big Canoid was going to hug me or knock the living shit out of me for ogling him in class all semester. My mind was put at ease when he said, "So, have you been enjoying the view?"
Looking at his Rottie head and muzzle, I took a guess that he was smiling at me and I reached down to give my semi-hard cock a tug in my jeans. Taj's brown eyes followed the gesture and then went back up to my face. "There doesn't seem to be any complaints from the management," I said to him.
For a few seconds nothing was said, they I felt something whacking me in the small of my back. With a start I realized that it was Taj's whip like tale, smacking me.
The big Canoid held out his free paw and I shook it.
"I'm Taj."
"Mikey, nice to meet you." I didn't let go of his hand right away, the feeling of the furred hands and the soft finger and palm pads was interesting and I was running my thumb over his palm.
Taj let me explore his hand for a while and then said, "Why don't we go over to the Caf and get some lunch, that way you can look at the front side a while and we can get to know each other better."
"I think that would be a great idea." I said and we went down to the Caf. We ended up sitting there and talking for the rest of the day, we hung out so long that lunch was over and they started serving dinner.
Taj and I hit it off big time and we started hanging out after that, in time he became my best friend. Nothing sexual ever happened between us, and I sort of regret that I never tried anything with him those first few days, but now that he and I are good friends it would probably be seriously awkward territory.
X
Kline stopped writing on his clipboard and looked at me over his glasses. "I thought you said that you did or are having sexual relations with a Canoid?"
"I am," I answered, "just not Taj."
"Oh," Kline said, and flipped to a new sheet on his clipboard. "We might be here a bit longer if you have no objections to continuing. We can get some lunch sent up it you are hungry."
I told him that was fine and what I liked on my sandwiches and we continued.
X
Taj and I had become really good friends, and when we were not in classed we tended to hang around each other a lot. That was when I learned some of what I know about Canoid culture.
First thing to know about Canoids is their idea of personal space is a lot different form a Human's. Canoids will automatically stand close to you to get your scent and whatever pheromones you are giving off.
The second thing is that they are a touchy feely people. Taj would constantly have his leg touching mine, or if we were standing together he would lean into me slightly. And I found out that he loved to be scratched and petted, just like a dog, but in his case a six foot 260 pound muscular one.
And yes I found out all about Canoid anatomy, Taj and I would work out and then go shower together in the college's fitness center. And I could not help getting a look; while Taj was soaping himself up I would check out how he was hung. Taj apparently was hung like, well, a dog. I mentioned this to him, and he stopped and looked down as his sheath and balls.
"Yeah, it pops straight up and out."
I looked at it for a moment and thought about it for a second. "Do you point it down to go to the bathroom or something?"
Taj shook his head, "I can point it down, but it's uncomfortable, and it cuts off the flow."
"Well then how . . ." I started, but was cut off when Taj grabbed my shoulder and used it as a handhold. He rotated his body perpendicular to his left leg, while pulling his right leg in behind him. In this position I could see that whatever would come out of his sheath could be pointed down.
I looked at him for a second and then remembered that outside of the shower area the urinals had what looked like hand grip, balance bars installed over them.
"So you do it the same way we do."
"Yup," he said while putting his leg down and going back to sudsing himself up, "We just do it at an angle."
Those were just some of the revelations I got out of my friendship with Taj, the bigger and more revealing stuff I learned later when I got introduced to some of his Canoid coworkers and friends.
X
I think it was around Christmas, I was getting near my usual state of Holiday depression. You see my family is pretty spread out; my dad and mom are divorced and have remarried, so I feel more than a bit displaced. So usually I curl up with a 24 pack of beer and watch those old cheesy Christmas shows until the holidays are over and life resumes at its normal routine.
I had come back to my apartment, turned on my little two foot Christmas tree and was all set to turn my sorrows into a mild beer buzz when the doorbell rang. I had managed for three Christmas seasons to not get bothered by my neighbors or anyone selling or collecting anything so I was a bit annoyed that my self-pity fest was getting interrupted.
I stood up, dressed only in my boxers I was reaching for my shirt, and though, "No, if they are going to interrupt me then they are going to deal with me like this." It was a dick thing to do, but I did it anyway. I picked up my beer, walked to the door and threw it open, expecting to give some carolers or some Salvation Army collector a good view. I may not be playing baseball anymore, but I still have a good body even if I have to say it myself.
Well that body got a surprise when Taj was standing on the other side of my door looking at me quizzically and giving me the up-and-down once over. Stepping inside he took my beer with one hand and handed me a wrapped present with the other. "Merry Christmas Mikey, mind if I have a beer?" Taj didn't wait for my answer as he tilted his head back and poured the beer into his muzzle.
I don't know why this stunned me, Taj was a good friend, and was always hanging around, he's even seen me naked before and said I have a nice body. But him showing up on Christmas when I am in the middle of beer and boxer time was something new. "Um," I said putting the present down, "Maybe I had better put some clothes on."
Taj had thrown himself in my chair and turned the television off and stuffed the remote in the couch cushion. "Yup, and dress in casual stuff, we're going to a Christmas party tonight where I work."
I gave Taj my, "WTF look" and launched into my patented, "I don't want to be around people on Christmas" speech I give to my family.
Taj listened to all of this and said, "Yes but where I am taking you there will be a no Humans except you, but a lot of Canoids, including a one that I want you to meet."
That stopped the whole not wanting to be around people for Christmas bit, Taj knew I had a major hardon for Canoid guys, I basically told him so when we first got to know each other. I had even mentioned to him that I was sexually interested in him, but now that we were friends it would be . . . odd to do anything with him. He understood, but wanted to know if he could introduce me to some of his Canoid friends, because, as he put it, some of them liked Monkey Boys. At the time I laughed and grabbed my cock and went, "OOK OOK" at him, apparently the Rottie had gone ahead and planned to introduce me around anyway.
The thought of being at a party with nothing but Canoids instantly put me in the mood and I put the present on the bar and went to get some clothes on.
"Make sure you ditch the boxers and wear a jockstrap," Taj yelled into my bedroom while I was getting dressed.
"Why?" I yelled back, shucking my boxers and looking in my underwear drawer for one of my Jocks.
"Because you have a nice ass and I want to introduce it to someone."
I considered this for a minute and asked, "Are you trying to set me up with someone you know."
"Yes, now get dressed, and wear those loose jeans of yours."
I knew the ones Taj was talking about. I had a pair that was a size off and when I wore them they rode a bit low on my hips. So with the jockstrap waist strap would be visible, I called them my "slut" jeans. I found them, grabbed a shirt out of the closet and got dressed.
When I emerged and got my shoes Taj handed me my jacket and we went out to go wherever the hell he was taking us. Parked on the street outside of my building was Taj's ride, a black Mazda stinger with blue pinstripes. Taj was a real speed nut and loved this fast little car, we got in and he cranked the heater to full blast before taking off.
"So where are we going?" I asked, since I had some time on my hands.
"To the clinic, where I work."
"You've mentioned that before, what sort of clinic is it?"
"A fertility clinic."
I looked over at Taj as he stopped for a traffic light, "A fertility clinic? For Canoids?"
"Yup," he nodded, "Sort of a doggie sperm bank."
"Do Canoids need fertility clinics?"
"Oh yeah," Taj said, stepping on the gas when the light turned green. "Canoids are a genetically created race; to keep our numbers in check and not overpopulate the planet most Canoid males are sterile."
I nodded at this and digested it for a second, "But some of you are not sterile."
"Right, the scientists that created us checked out reproduction rates by combining the sterility factor with the breeding gene."
I let a street or two pass before my mind finally crunched that statement down, "So you mean the ones that do not want to breed are the non sterile Canoids."
"Yup," Taj smiled as he took a corner before a light could turn red. "Only the gay doggies can make the sperm to get the females pregnant."
"And the fertility clinic is where all the gay Canoids work." I said putting together the puzzle pieces. Which is where you are taking me.
"Yup," Said Taj pulling into a parking spot outside a normal looking three story building. I'm taking you to meet the head Alpha Breeder here at the clinic Christmas Party."
We got out of the car and headed up to the doors which Taj produced a key and opened for me. Walking in I noticed that the lobby was very dim and not lit up. Obviously the place was closed today for the holiday season, or the party. Taj locked the door behind us and took my coat off and pulled at my shirt.
"Loose the shirt," he said pulling his own off and hanging it up with our coats.
I took my shirt off and handed it to him, while he sniffed at me for a second. "Good," the heater in the car got you sweating; you scent is coming through just fine. No cologne either, that's a bonus."
"And you want me smelly and sweaty why?" I asked my Rottie friend.
"Okay here's the story," Taj said as he indicated where the elevators were, "Our Alpha Breeder, Awz . . . "
"Oz, like The Emerald City and Dorothy?"
"No, Aaahhzzzzz, like the name."
"Never heard that name before, but go on."
Taj continued, "Awz is an Alpha, meaning that he is the top breeder who gets us the most clients and produces the most viable sperm. Problem is that Awz has fallen off the wagon."
"He's not dropping the big money shots anymore."
Taj nodded, "Right, Awz has gotten depressed and we can't find a partner that will get him up and going again. So we've been trying everything, but no go, then I remembered that Awz likes Humans sometimes. So I've brought you along hoping that you will like Awz and SHAZAM." Taj made a huge pelvic thrust in the air, "The Big Dog will be back on the job."
"Taj," I said looking at him calmly, "What if he doesn't like me or I don't really hit it off with him?"
Taj considered that for a second. "Mikey, who wouldn't like you, you're a stud."
With that comment the elevator door opened and I could see a veritable sea of Canoids, all male and all turning to look in the direction of the dinging elevator, and then to me; the shirtless, Human standing next to Taj. I felt my sphincter tighten and my cock go semi-hard in my jock when all of those Canoids gave me the once over before turning back to their conversations.
Taj, leaned over to me and with a sly grin said, "You know you are putting off some serious 'I'm interested' smells."
"I'll bet," I replied, "Taj I am going to need some serious alcohol to relax, because I swear I feel just like a rabbit right now."
"No sweat partner," Taj said, grabbing both of my shoulders and pushing me out of the elevator into the party. "We'll just stop by the bar first and get you a few shots of courage." Taj turned me towards the bar and began heading us both in that direction. While we walked Taj informed me of some quick Canoid, party etiquette, "Now people here are going to be touchy, or downright gropey depending on how much they like you, don't be afraid to touch or grope back."
My cock hardened even further at this knowledge, which also must have triggered even more of the 'aroused' scent, because Taj began giggling as we arrived at the open bar. "Am I putting out more of that scent?" I asked Taj.
"Defiantly, you just ramped it up to the point that some visitors are sure to start coming over any minute now."
My hand seemed to find the bottle of Vodka on its own and pour myself a double shot, which was downed in a hurry. I was just about to pour myself a second when Taj interrupted by saying, "Incoming bogey."
I turned around from the bar and was looking into a pair of blue eyes. After I got out of the whole blue eye thing I could see that they belonged to a muscular Dalmatian Canoid who was smiling at me. "Hi," I managed to say without my voice cracking or jumping one bit.
"Hey there," said the Dalmatian, as he leaned close to me and smelled my chest and neck. While he was doing that one hand was rubbing the small of my back. I haven't seen a nice looking guy like you around here before. What's your name?"
"M-I-Key," I answered; my voice cracking, and making me sound like a fucking teenager. I cleared my throat and tried again, "I'm Mikey, what's your n-AM-e?"
The Dalmatian was laughing and the laugh went right to his eyes and he pulled me close and pressed his denim covered bulge into my hip. "I'm Danz," Said the Dalmatian while he slowly started humping my hip.
I remember Taj's advice about touching and being touched and put my own arm around the muscular Dalmatian's waist and gave his ass a friendly squeeze. Danz smiled, licked my cheek and disengaged himself form my hip.
"If you're ever looking for some good food and fun look me up at Station 15 in midtown." Danz winked at me and wandered back into the crowd.
I looked over at Taj who was pouring himself a Rum and Coke and said in an excited half-whisper, "I just got hit on by my first Canoid guy."
Taj took a big gulp of the drink and said, "Yup, I told you that you would go down well, and from what I hear Danz and the Firemen at Station 15 put on one great spread, followed by an all-you-can-eat-Dalmatian fest."
Taj thought that was a pretty funny joke, but he stopped laughing really fast when he caught something going on at the other end of the room. Tossing his drink down in one gulp Taj grabbed my arm and steered me deeper into the party until he came to an area with a small couch and two chairs arranged in a conversation area. Taj pushed me down in the center of the two-person couch and sat on the arm beside me.
"Okay here's is the deal, Awz is on his way, and I got two other friends who are sort of herding him in this general direction." Taj put his hand on the back of my neck and gave it a friendly squeeze, "Now just be yourself, you might have to start up the conversation, but I swear to you I think both of you will work it out on your own."
I rolled my eyes at Taj and then looked over to see a large German Shepard Canoid, accompanied by a shorter Rottie Canoid, and in between them was what I could only consider to be a walking, wet dream.
Awz was apparently a Siberian Husky mix of some sort. Standing damn near 6'5" and was heavily muscled without seeming bulky. Awz's fur was white and black, but also faded into shades of dark and light grey. Awz was also shirtless and wearing what looked like tan, cargo shorts that were loose and baggy, but they still showed off his very nice lower legs.
Awz looked at the two Canoids who were escorting him and then locked eyes with Taj, "Ah, the brain behind it all."
Taj smiled his best smile at Awz and pointed to me, "Awz, I want you to meet my best friend, Mikey."
I stood up to the introduction and started to reach out my hand, when Awz did not growl or step back I took some initiative, I reached up to scratch his neck. At first Awz seemed like he was going to back away, then he let me touch his strong neck. The big guy seemed at first to not want to enjoy the sensation, like he wanted to stay mad at his trio of kidnappers, but I kept working my fingers into his fur and the muscle around his neck and towards the back of his head. I must have been doing something right, because a few minutes later Awz's bushy tail began to sway back and forth.
Awz reached up and took hold of my hand by the wrist and removed it from his neck. I thought I might have actually crossed over the line for a second, but Awz pressed his nose into my palm and the underside of my forearm and inhaled deeply. After a few more samples of my scent he gave the palm of my hand a playful nip. "I'm Awz," the big, husky said, introducing himself to me, "And this is . . . a bit awkward."
"Yeah," I agreed, "But I am starting to rapidly enjoy myself."
That seemed to perk up Awz a bit, as his tail started waving back and forth a bit more. I also could not help but notice that he had not let go of my wrist.
Taj, who was watching this whole exchange, was grinning from ear to ear. "Why don't we all have a seat and get to know each other," Taj said while he sat in one of the two chairs. Instantly the short Rottie and the Shepard took the other single chair, one sitting in it and the other perching on the arm.
Awz grunted and sat in the love seat, pulling me down gently with him. I took another liberty and leaned back into him, and wrapped one of my arms around his leg. Awz let go of my wrist and started massaging my neck with one large hand. Occasionally he would move up into my hair and scratch lightly at my scalp with his black claws.
Thus began the conversation round of the evening, and I tried to keep the conversation going about things other than work at the clinic, which was what Awz kept going back to no matter how far we got into movies, sports, politics, and so on.
The short Rottie, who I learned was named Selk, got up during the political talk and started bringing drinks to everyone, so by the time we had gotten to what movies were our favorites, and which ones we had seen lately I had downed four more double vodkas. The bad thing about drinking when you are sitting down and comfortable is that you have no idea really how your balance is affected. So after four to five double-V's I said I have to go to the bathroom, and tried to stand up.
I was mostly successful, I got about 90 percent of the way up before my balance went and I fell, Awz, caught me before I could face-dive into the carpet.
"Are you okay?" Awz was asking as he stood me upright, and I grabbed his arms to steady myself.
"No," I said after a moment, "I've had too much to drink . . . and I have to go to the bathroom." I squeezed Awz's biceps and commented, "You have great arms."
Awz turned me towards the bathroom and wrapped his left arms around my waist. Together we managed to get me to the bathroom and to one of the urinals, where I was glad to see that there was a Canoid balance bar to hold onto.
I managed to get my cock out of my jeans, and found that my jockstrap was completely soaked with pre-cum, I swore lightly to myself and unstuck my cock from the pouch and waited for the erection override to kick in and let my bladder get some relief.
While I was hanging there, one hand on the balance bar the other on my cock, I swear I probably looked like a sex starved monkey of sorts; I tried to see what Awz was doing. Awz was facing away from me with his eyes closed, his nose twitching and sniffing the air. Damn, he could probably smell how keyed up I was.
"You probably didn't have that great of a time tonight," I started in, while waiting for my override to kick in and my erection to soften a bit, "But I just want you to know I was glad to meet you, and really enjoyed myself."
A pair of muscular arms wrapped themselves around me from behind and a very low voice that seemed to reverberate in the restroom said, "I enjoyed meeting you too Mikey, and that scent you are putting off is driving me crazy." Awz touched his nose to my neck and breathed in deeply, and then he licked up my neck and cheek in several long strokes of his warm tongue.
My erection went from half hard to full instantly and peeing was thrown out the window. With five or more double-V's in me fueling my courage, I decided to go for it and I turned around and pressed myself into the hard Canoid body. I pressed my face into the fur of his chest and rubbed it back and forth, while my cock was pressed into his stomach, and the contact seemed to be causing electric sparks to dance in my balls.
Awz tilted my head up and kissed me, gently at first, and then as I kissed back the tongue came. I have no idea if any of you have ever kissed a Canoid, but you are never ready the first time for the tongue. Awz turned his head to the side, opened his jaws wide and stuck his tongue in my mouth, the tip ran around my own tongue and teeth and then it began to snake down my throat a ways.
That was the signal for my balls to finally give in and I shot my load on his stomach. The orgasm took me completely by surprise and it was like someone had shoved an electric prod into my spine. My muscles seized up and I leaned backwards and roared the sound echoing back and forth in the tiled bathroom.
After, I stopped shuddering, Awz, spun both of us around until his back was against one of the tile walls and he sank slowly to the floor, pulling me down with him. We ended up with him sitting on the floor and me straddling his waist. Getting my breath back I smiled at the large husky who leaned in to tongue-fuck my face again.
We stayed like that the whole party, things escalated a bit when Awz's cock came out of his sheath and began poking me in the back, which later became wetly rubbing me in the back as his pre-cum started drooling all over me. Awz reached back to milk more pre-cum out of his cock to use as lubrication to finger my ass, using one, then two, fingers to explore my rear all the way past his second knuckle.
Between his fingering my hole, tongue rapeing my face, and the fur on his stomach rubbing my cock I came a second time that night without ever touching my cock.
Some time passed, I do not know how much, then a polite, "Ahem" brought our attention out of each other and we saw Selk leaning on the wall watching us, with his hand in his pants, stroking himself. "I thought I should let you two know that the party is breaking up and people are going home."
Awz looked at Selk and then at me and said, "Thanks Selk, can you give us a few?"
Selk nodded and left and Awz and I stood up, Awz pulled me into his body using the fingers which were still implanted deep in my ass.
"I really had a good time tonight Mikey," he said moving his fingers in and out of my ass.
"I did too." I volunteered, while thrusting my ass back on his fingers.
"I want this," Awz said, as he gave a hard thrust into my ass, "I want you. I want to be inside of you."
"Do you want to come back to my place?" I asked, not even bothering to hide the excitement in my voice. Damn I hoped he would take me up on that offer, but apparently it was not in the cards.
Awz pulled his fingers out of my ass with a pop and stepped back away from me. "Not yet Mikey, we have to do a little prep work on that ass, and I have to get back in shape real fast.
I wasn't sure what shape he needed to be in, but when I got a good look at his bright red Canoid cock, that was sticking up and out of his waistband I could see that there was a scooped shape tip which spread out into a long missile like rod that got thicker at the midpoint. The rest of his shaft was hidden by his waistband and probably his sheath, but as it sat there drooling, I knew that if he would have tried to stick that thing in me tonight it would have torn me a new ass.
Taking my eyes off of his cock I could see that my two loads had matted up his chest and belly fur and that his own cock had apparently drooled all over his cargos, making them go from tan to dark brown in places.
I was not much better off, looking in a mirror I could see that my face and chest was covered in what was probably spit, and my load had indeed also started to crust in the hairs of my stomach and trail. My back was sticky and either covered in pre-cum or actual cum, but I do not think Awz popped his load.
I went to the sink and washed myself off as best I could and went to find my jeans, which had been tossed into a corner. When I passed by Awz, he stuck a finger in the waistband of my jockstrap and stopped me. "Can I have this?" Awz asked pulling at the jock waistband.
I stopped and took the jock off and handed it to him, "What do I get in return?" I jokingly asked the husky. Awz, took the jock and shoved it in his back pocket, he then grabbed his red cock and milked it, spilling thick pre-cum into his cupped other hand. When he had accumulated a palm full of the sticky, clear liquid, he took the back of my head in one hand and began to feed me with the other. I licked at his palm and fingers until I was holding his wrist and sucking at his digits like a newborn calf.
Awz took my head in both hands and kissed me, holding off on the tongue. "We'd better go find your ride."
We got my jeans on and found Taj in the lobby getting his coat on. When he saw me and Awz's red, cock hanging out of his cargos, he yelped and gave us both high fives. "The big dog is back on the wagon."
Awz grinned for the first time, and grabbed my ass, "And the big dog is going to break this guy in soon." Taj and Awz laughed and Awz said he had to get something for me while I got my coat on.
Awz disappeared into a door in the lobby and came back several minutes later with a bright yellow box, which he handed me. The box had the clinic's logo on it as well as telephone numbers, email address and physical location printed on it. "Use all of that this month and when you're ready call and we'll clear my schedule. There is a disc in there that covers how to use everything and if you need more help just ask Taj."
I took the box and hugged the big husky again. Awz bear hugged me back and picked me up off the ground. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again Mikey, hurry back." Awz set me down and we left.
In the car on the way back to my apartment I opened the box and looked inside.
Along with the instructional disc Awz mentioned was a jumbo sized bottle of lube, several but plugs in an array of thicknesses and a long dildo like object with several rounded bulbs getting bigger the closer to the base you got. I asked Taj what it was for and he grinned at me, "It's so you can take the knot at the base of a Canoid cock."
There's a knot at the base of Canoid cocks?
"Yup"
"But, I know that dogs have them to keep the sperm in to make sure the breeding takes place, but you guys don't need that. Why do you have them?"
"Because when you get fucked by a Canoid, we like to make sure you remember it for a long time."
I told him that was a terrible joke, but later that month I found out that Taj was not joking, not one bit.
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