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The bull terrier's rock hard dick tented the sheet he'd pulled over himself when he'd laid down exhausted earlier that afternoon. Even the slightest of movements sent delightful sensations through him. He rolled his hips, turned side to side, anything to make the fabric slide over his stiff flesh. Mmm, quality morning wood like this practically guaranteed a good start to the day. Or evening, in Zeke's case.

He stretched, his waking groan made ragged by the sudden kicking of his leg which freed him of the sheet and brought cool air to his warm and musty nethers. Sleepily, he yawned and opened his eyes, a blurry red shape filling his vision from the other side of his white belly. A quick rub of his eyes brought his morning glory into focus: a jutting red monolith above a sea of short, white fur. Where the bulbous knot swelled his sheath had stuck, as if the monument had just been unveiled and the covering snagged.

Seeing himself at such a potent rigidity first thing in the morning brought a smile to his muzzle, born of the simple joy that only males know. Where his length measured seven and a half inches, the thick knot boasted a circumference of eight and three quarters. Girls, inexperienced with dick compared to the average young man who spent a good deal of his time caressing and stroking it, often overestimated his size. Naturally, they were never corrected. Having a few extra fantasy inches in the realm of bitch gossip was better than any wingman. Though with a hard-on this good, it might measure just that little bit bigger. He closed a paw around his pride and gave it a slow stroke, paw-pads sliding teasingly over his taut flesh. With a delighted gasp he pushed his sheath past the swollen bulb, the tight skin sliding snugly behind his fat knot.

A bead of clear fluid welled on his tapered tip as his paw slid back up, until it grew too heavy and rolled down the thickly veined length. It met his thumb-pad along the top of his shaft and spread across it. Slowly, he lifted the digit, watching the thick glob become a long, thin line of silk as he pulled his thumb away. It broke, clinging to his black pad. After a salivatory lick of his chops, the thumb was buried in his muzzle, his tongue washing it clean.

The taste made his heart thump in his chest. If the guys ever found out he'd die of shame, but there was something about the sweet, clear fluid. He loved to taste it. Would he also love sampling someone else? An image of grotesquely tented basketball shorts flitted through his mind, his paws hooked over the waistband, eager to free the beast that would choke him-- he shook his head, willing the image away.

"Man, I am way too horny right now," he chuckled nervously.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, he looked down at his twitching manhood that still drooled sweet nectar. This was the only cock he needed to please. And pleased it needed. Quality personal time was in short supply recently; that must be why he was all wound up and so horny he was getting confused. Today would be the first time he'd gotten much of a break all week. And personal time was his only release with his current girlfriend on a week-long trip to visit family in a neighboring state. He hadn't even had the chance to fuck her before she left two days before, though she'd promised to make up for it when she got back.

But that would be a long while yet, and he had pressing needs now. Satisfied that a good pole polishing would clear his head and get his post-nap Sunday off to a good start, he rolled to the side of the bed and dug into the nightstand drawer. After he'd retrieved the goods, he sat back up against his soft pillows, legs spread, setting the bottle down and taking the rubbery tube into his grip. A satisfied sound slipped from his muzzle as he lowered the squishy toy onto his eager flesh. The pouting spade of the pocket pussy stretched around him, sinking a slow few inches until friction demanded easing. Eyes trained on the bulge of his cock inside the toy, he groped blindly with his other paw for the lube. Finding the bottle, he flicked it open with a claw and squeezed it into the end of the toy, drawing in a breath as the cool liquid pooled over his hot flesh in the tube.

Slowly, he pulled it down his length, the smooth material sliding over him with some willingness now and swelling against his grip. Moaning softly at the growing silkiness, he pulled it back up, working the lube over his shaft, then plunged it back down. He shuddered, the snug pleasure enveloping him with every kiss of the molded cunt against his knot. With a grunt of satisfaction, he closed the bottle and sat it on the table, his slow strokes continuing all the while. It wasn't long before he decided the passage was thoroughly slickened and warmed to his liking, the hungry lips threatening to stretch over his knot if he pushed hard enough.

He ground himself into the tight tunnel, cock tingling all over with the smooth, wet pleasure. The walls gripped him like a glove a size too small; if he were to let go suddenly, he was sure the thing would fly halfway across the bed. Straining, the faux flesh began to give and widen to accommodate his sizable canine bulb. He held it still a moment, enjoying the feeling of being on the verge of knotting a snug little twat, the stressed hole poised to slip over his widest part. Once over the knot, the shape of the tube would ensure that it shot suddenly down the last few inches to kiss his full balls, securing his knot deep inside its confines. His cock throbbed longingly for it but he wasn't ready to fully knot just yet. He drug the toy up his length with an agonizing pleasure, savoring the suckle and pull at his steely flesh as the pliable walls shrank back together in his retreat.

"Fuck," he groaned and panted, the sensation of a thick shot of pre-cum squirting through his cock and into the toy.

He reached for his phone, deftly unplugging it with his single paw before his thumb danced over the display, a motion well-practiced, and shortly he was greeted with a search bar promising to deliver the hottest videos. The "straight" button was already selected, "gay" and "all" being the alternative choices. He typed in a generic search, not sure what he was in the mood for just yet. A moment later the sounds of moaning females and squelching sex toy filled the room.

Minutes ticked away in the lengthening progress bars of video after video as the terrier teased himself and resisted his manhood's begging for release. They were never quite good enough to blow his load to, he'd find something better. After a while he was skipping through the majority of them, only bothering to watch the cumshots. Ears that were once perked to hear every moan and wet slap were now beginning to droop. Even his cock had begun to flag under this self-administered blue balling. He'd been at it for the better part of an hour and hadn't found anything that was hot enough to make him want to cum, to end the fun.

Seen too many of these before, he told himself as he tapped his way back to the search bar with a resigned sigh. It'd be nice to see some hung studs rutting, get some real pornstar-quality cocks stretching out tight cunts. He typed in "big cock," ignoring the dissenting voice in the back of his head that cried "gay!" Admittedly, using "cock" as a search term wasn't the straightest, but it's not like he was searching for gay porn, he just needed to see bigger males rutting these sluts. Average joes weren't filling the pussy to his liking, is all. Tapping away, his thumb sought the videos with stills of girthy, vascular dicks on display.

Monster cocks. Rough blowjobs. Camera work that really focused on the cock as pussy lips were spread wide with each deep thrust, the angry red cockmeat wet, hard, and glistening. Those behind-the-balls angles of a stud plowing where you can see his winking tailhole as he slams away at the bitch beneath him. He chased these kinds of videos, quickly closing any that were too tame or boring after skipping through in three or four minute chunks to make sure he didn't miss anything good. In spite of his pornographic frenzy, he still wasn't getting the perfect visual stimulation he wanted before blowing his load.

Huffing in frustration, he closed the open tabs and let himself fall back against his pillows. He knew what he really wanted to see. What would get his rocks off in seconds, probably, without him being able to slow his stroking to halt it. Why did he do this to himself? Edging for hours, knowing he could have a decent orgasm watching a bitch getting stuffed, but also knowing he'd cum hardest if he dug a little further into his desires, inevitably finding his way to the kind of videos no one could ever know he watched.

"You can't change what makes your dick hard," Mike had said with crossed arms, face burning after it had gotten out that he was into paws. The rest of the guys had teased him for weeks, texting him pictures of their "squishy little toe beans" and whatever other cutesy names for paws or pads they could remember, admonishing him not to jerk off to them later. Mike was right though... Who knows why you like the things you do? Why your dick can be so stubborn sometimes... He squeezed firmly on it inside the toy, not stopping when it grew uncomfortable. Goddamnit, he wasn't gay! Bitch after bitch had known what it was like to be tied with Zeke Prescott. The pink rubber bulged out around his crushing digits and he didn't let up until he felt genuine pain, wanting to punish his cock for its growing need over the past few months to see two dudes going at it.

Letting out the breath he'd unknowingly been holding, he looked to make sure his blinds and door were closed. He knew that they were, but checked all the same before lowering the volume on his phone to barely audible levels. If he wanted a satisfying climax anytime soon, he'd have to give in... He hesitated as the screen went from bright to dim, beginning to time out, before he finally tapped "gay," the lock timer spurring him to action if only so he wouldn't have to unlock his phone again.

His tongue ran over his teeth, his muzzle feeling quite dry now. Swallowing, he entered a search for "blowjob," and tapped a promising thumbnail featuring a well-endowed, fit wolf holding a kneeling otter onto his large red length with a paw nearly the size of the smaller male's head. The faux pussy throbbed in Zeke's grip, his cock already growing thick again with the introduction of this new stimulus that was more to its liking. His tail thumped against the mattress despite himself. The whole thing made his face burn in embarrassment and anger at himself, but he pushed it down. If he was going to watch gay porn, he might as well enjoy it. He could feel guilty later. Watching as the little otter gagged and sputtered, forced to deepthroat by the wolf's heavy paw, Zeke flexed his cock. It swelled to its fullest and he stroked faster, rumbling softly with pleasure.

"Mmmf. Suck it you little cockwhore," he growled at the small otter on screen, keeping his voice low.

The lube had grown tacky, but was quickly revitalized by his pre-cum as he started to leak once more into the snug grip of the rubber. A satisfied grunt escaped the bull terrier as the pocket pussy began to move more fluidly up and down his length. His breath was coming in a pant. That tell-tale tingle was filling his cock. The one that meant if he kept this up he was bound to blow before long. He cursed himself, he knew he'd blow in no time watching this shit... No, not yet. He stopped his stroking and merely watched for a minute, clenching his jaw and willing his dick to recede from the edge of orgasm.

What, was he not going to cum to this either? What the hell was going to be good enough? If watching two dudes go at it wasn't enough, then what would be? Well... He could sneakily fap to these videos any time. Rarely did a guy have an opportunity like Zeke did now. He had the place to himself with no worry of anyone stopping by on a Sunday night. If a man was so inclined, couldn't he entertain company? Why not suck a cock for real? Or make another guy take his knot? The bull terrier shivered at the thought, cock throbbing in the tight confines of the toy as if in agreement with this line of thought.

Now was the perfect time, his shameful thoughts continued. He'd have several more days to himself yet. He could try it, get it out of his system. Then it wouldn't be interesting, taboo, or novel anymore after that. It would lose its luster and hold over him. The creeping worry that he might be some kind of fag would come to an end. He'd read somewhere that it was common for guys to experiment in their youth. That's all it would be: an experiment, to prove once and for all that this interest was a passing phase, like collecting Pokémon cards in his youth.

A particularly aggressive growl brought his attention back to his phone, where the wolf was grabbing the otter's head with both paws and beginning to fuck his muzzle roughly, seemingly no longer satisfied with the pace and depth his partner was offering. The better part of a minute passed before the otter tried to push the wolf away, but the wolf was hungry for more. He didn't stop, even when the otter became visibly distressed, twisting and trying to free his head as his red face turned purple, thick saliva webbed between his whiskers and hanging from his muzzle in strings. The wolf was taking his pleasure.

A powerful throbbing began to fill Zeke's length again and he bit his lip as he gingerly pulled out of the now warm toy and closed his eyes, exiting the browser just as the wolf had started to howl out his orgasm. He'd barely resisted the urge to blow his own load. Thoroughly abused, the pouting orifice of the toy drooled a mix of lube and his own fluids onto his swollen balls that were starting to ache.

He stared at the dripping fluids, mind elsewhere. He couldn't just find some random fag online and invite them to his house, they'd know where he lived. What if they came around later thirsting for more cock? Or tried to blackmail him or something. No, he'd need to go to theirs. Or meet somewhere. A bathroom? Wasn't that a pretty common thing for gay guys to do? But then just anyone could walk in...

What about that gay brothel down on Cherry Street... Everyone joked about it, but secretly he'd always wondered just what kind of guys worked there. He bet there were some big studs that brought in top dollar. The gays loved their gyms, after all. And as long as no one saw him there, he had nothing to worry about. If they did see him there, they were just as guilty as he was. Reasons to go to Cherry Street were few, after all, and each involved big, hard dicks.

Zeke swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, laying the glistening rubber pussy and his phone back on the nightstand. Dick bobbing with every step, he walked to his dresser across the room and pulled open the top drawer. Should he wear anything specific? He stared at the multiple colors of fabric. Was he really going to do this? His paws shuffled the boxers, boxer-briefs. Then a singular piece caught his eye.

He lifted a black athletic supporter he hadn't worn since high school. This was the perfect thing to wear. Not only would it show off his tight ass (though that would be strictly paws-off), it was masculine and jockish and homos loved shit like that. For all the time he would spend in it.

"...Goddamnit," he swore to himself. He knew he'd already made the decision. He was going, and no one would ever find out.