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Nocturnal critters scattered and the peace of night shattered as two men ran through the overgrowth, laughing as they went. The Rottweiler led as the Beagle stumbled behind in an attempt to keep up with the charging brute. Both were adults (the latter being in his 20s and the first in his 30s) but 'naughty' things like this brought out the young and mischievous sides of their personalities. By 'naughty', they meant kinky, a little perverse and somewhat gross.

They had been at a camp site of their own making with their two friends, Adrian & Evan. Those two had gone off into the forest to find some firewood and a few moments later these two had set off in the opposite direction.

For a moment, Remy (the Beagle) managed to take over in the race. He began to drag his husband with such eagerness that now neither of them could find a moment to correct their balance as they went giggling and tripling through the bracken. That didn't matter though; they were too aroused to want to stop for even a moment.

At last, they breached into a clearing and slowed to a stop. Chad, the Rottweiler, managed to stop faster than Remy. With their hands still locked, the Beagle ended up swinging around and into a hug with his partner. It was a only brief, as both stepped back to undress. But first they both looked to the other for approval.

"Here? I like here." Chad asked, fingers poised to unbutton the front of his trousers.

"Here's good." Remy replied, whipping his t-shirt off, and tossing it aside.

Normally Remy would be much too nervous to do something like this, but the solitude of the woods and the alcohol in his system quenched his nerves. Chad would normally remind Remy not to step so far out of his comfort zone lest he regret it in the morning, but he was also a little drunk and was quite curious about whether or not Remy was actually about to go through with Chad's request.

That request was for the two to go off in the woods, for Remy to suck him off and then in return he would satisfy the Beagle's thirst for a different kind of drink. Piss. Though that was perhaps the wrong phrasing to use since he was going to give the dog a golden, outdoor shower. Then again, Remy always did swallow a little bit.

As for what they would do when they returned, they'd just use the excuse that they'd gone to piss, but Remy had fallen in a creek. Neither had thought how to explain the flaws in that explanation, so they were just going to hope that no one asked questions.

Whilst Chad may have been the one to request it, it was Remy who came up with the fantasy originally. It was no secret that the Beagle loved to indulge in all things watersports. From, omorashi tol golden showers and from drinking it to having it fucked into him. If the name of the game was piss, Remy was up for it.

Though it wasn't his favourite fetish, Chad was happy to help and didn't mind chatting about the smaller dog's kink dreams. Once upon a time, a drunken Remy had mentioned wanting to get pissed on outside, but the risk of being caught or facing consequences after the fact filled him with terror. That was why (when they'd come on this camping trip to the middle of nowhere, with everyone there being a kinkster and all of them packing more than one change of clothes) all Chad had to do was remind Remy of the dream whilst they sat alone at the campfire.

With how many times Remy had spoken about this fantasy, neither of them needed instructions or a reminder. Kneeling down on the ground, Remy hooked his thumbs through the waistband of his jeans. In one swift move, he lowered them to his knees just as Chad dropped his own shorts to the ground. Both ogled the other one's choice of underwear and the bulge at the crotch.

They hadn't chosen anything particularly alluring like mesh or a jockstrap, but to them anything the other wore would always be at least somewhat sexy. Chad had opted for loose fitting, maroon boxer briefs whilst Remy was wearing his usual, tight white boxer briefs with a splash of colour. These had yellow banding and lines over the stitching. He enjoyed wearing white underwear solely because of how well it would show if he pissed himself, or if someone else pissed on him.

Both moved in co-ordination. Chad used one hand to slightly lift up the leg of his boxers whilst using the other to guide Remy closer. Meanwhile, the Beagle had one hand going for his own cock and the other for Chad's boxers all whilst leaning in to plant a kiss on the end of that tapered, canine dick.

The kiss became a tongue dancing over the tip to catch the already leaking pre-cum and then after just a moment of teasing he took it into his mouth for just a few short seconds. Remy broke it when Chad's boxers needed to pass. The band of the underwear was positioned under the dog's balls to hold it there, then both of Remy's hands tugged them down to join the Rottweiler's shorts. Chad finished up by stepping out of them and kicking both off to the side.

Now Chad's cock, balls and sheath were out in all their glory. Those last two were what had been making the bulge in his underwear with their sheer size. They deserved a little loving too.

As Chad lightly stroked his cock to coax his knot out, Remy began to nuzzle up to the rest of the dog's junk. They didn't really have time for foreplay, but Chad's natural scent and taste was so much stronger after a day of hiking so Remy would make them find the time. The Beagle teased his husband's ballsack, taint and sheath with delicate flicks and long laps of his tongue. Each one elicited soft grunts and sighs of pleasure, but Chad couldn't help but moan when Remy's tongue brushed into his sheath for just a moment.

For Remy it was just as wondrous. He continued to kiss, lick and mouth at the underside of Chad's cock as he took in more of that delicious scent. With his nose nuzzled right between the balls he was getting a mouthful of it every time he breathed. It was so intoxicating that he was focusing solely on the task of getting Chad ready. He'd been stroking his cock as if the fabric barrier of his underwear didn't exist, slowly speeding up as his almost silent murrs grew in intensity and frequency. He might have ended up jizzing in his underwear early had Chad not interrupted.

Chuckling to himself, the Rottweiler lightly pushed his husband's head back.

"Hold up babe, I know we gotta be fast but we don't have to be that fast. Don't you want more of a taste before you cum?"

Remy looked up at his husband with wide eyes, then laughed along with him as he shook himself out of the cock lust.

"Of course I do!"

The moment Chad let go of the other dog's head, Remy dove right back in to slip Chad's cock into his mouth. At the same time, he used one hand to nurse the canine's balls and the other to form a seal around his knot. He gave both parts delicate squeezes and plenty of fondling as he suckled on the tip of, enjoying a steady trickling of precum as a rumble came from Chad's chest. That rumble grew into a moan sending vibrations down the dick in Remy's mouth coaxing him to take the other five inches into his mouth, stopping at the knot.

Chad's cock tickled the back of Remy's throat and stretched his lips, but it wasn't a struggle for the Beagle. He'd taken things deeper and managed things much wider on less of a warm-up. Hell, he could handle the knot if he wasn't worried about getting back to the camp on time. That reminded him to hurry it up a little.

Remy begin to twist and bob his head around the thick cock. As he did, he grasped the shaft with both hands and made sure to give what parts weren't in his mouth a good stroking whenever he pulled back.

In turn, Chad moved the heel of his thick hiking boots up to Remy's crotch and allowed the dog to dry hump. Remy positioned his cock right up against the toe cap and began to roll his body back and forth. That was one more thing Remy liked about his underwear; the pouch being small meant his junk was trapped in a way that meant he could stimulate as much as it as possible in one movement. Having come close to orgasm a few minutes ago, the Beagle could feel the precum pooling in his underwear. It wasn't quite as much as the copious amount dribbling down his throat though.

That steady increase in the amount of precum from Chad hadn't gone unnoticed. Chad began to huff and grunt as he took Remy by the head and began to gently pump his hips; his signal that he wanted a little more. The Beagle was happy to oblige, speeding up his movements and twirling his tongue a little faster as he moved his hands away to start swallowing just a small part of the knot. That in turn meant Remy was humping against the shoe provided to him faster too. Both of them were going to cum, it was just a question of who would cum first. A question that Chad rigged the answer to on the verge of his orgasm.

Without warning, the dog pulled his cock free denying himself. Remy had just enough time to whine for it before Chad made his next move. In one swift movement, the Rottweiler crouched down in front of his husband and pushed his upper torso against the tree behind them. He leaned into him, pinning Remy there with one arm whilst pressing his knee up against the dog's crotch so that he would have more to grind against. His free hand continued to stroke his own cock, albeit slowly to keep him on the edge of orgasm.

Remy's whine became a whimper of submission as the larger dog glared down and into his eyes. He wasted no time in fulfilling the dogs wishes. Gyrating his hips, the leather squeaked as it rubbed against the fabric of the underwear and in turn Remy's cock. Remy could feel his foreskin rolling up and down over his sensitive head with each movement, stirring him on to orgasm.

It was an awkward position and not the most pleasurable, but the way Chad stared down at him with hungry, demanding eyes made the dog want to cum just to show Chad how in charge he was. The way Chad's fingers teased at his neck, the way he could feel his body heat and the way he was suppressing his own moans to let Remy's whine take centre stage added to the pleasure so much so that they were the pleasure. It made his cock a hair trigger and the grinding was just his way of pulling it.

With one last frail mewl, Remy dragged his cock and balls across the dog's lower leg one last time as he felt everything from his ankles to his hips shake with overwhelming pleasure. The dog bit down on his lip, eyes scrunched up, as his cum spilled out into his underwear in several powerful blasts. He could feel it shoot only to be stopped by the fabric, causing it too pool around his taint and over his balls.

"Fuuuckkk..." Remy wailed, trembling as the cum poured forth.

Chad couldn't hold out much longer after seeing his husband cum.

The Rottweiler moved both of his hands to the underside of Remy's thighs, and before the dog could react, pushed him onto his back with his legs up in the air.

"Hey!" Remy yelped, helpless as Chad whipped off the pair of underwear and tossed them somewhere. As he did, the Rottweiler began to furiously work his own cock having waited long enough.

The last of Remy's cum dripped down onto his chin just as Chad's torrent of cum flooded forth.

It splattered over the dog's ass, sending streaks of it over his pert butt cheeks. It went down the backs of his thighs, into the crack between his cheeks and even over his balls as Chad continued to masturbate and grunt until he was completely spent. That took a while and by the time it did the dog's ass was truly glazed. But even when the orgasm ended and he opened his eyes with a grin, Chad didn't move.

"Hey babe? You gonna let me out of this position?"

Chad took up Remy's semi-hard, cum-slick dick and gently stroked it with his thumb.

"Ain't you gotta pee?"

"Yeah that's why I-"

Realisation clicked fast, the Beagle's face visibly changed as it went from confusion to excitement.

"All over myself?"

"All over yourself."

"Fuck..." He exhaled. "Okay."

The dog began to concentrate, staring up at the tip of his prick as he slowed his breathing. His cock being a good 7 inches at its maximum length, it managed to reach his belly button even whilst it was flaccid. It wasn't long enough for a self suck though, hot as that would have been. Looking up at his cock with his husband's smirking face just behind it as he thought about the dirty thing he was about to do was stirring something in him. His foreskin was still damp and sticky from cumming just a few moments ago, but he felt like he could cum at least twice more. The pressure of needing a piss took precedent though.

There was a process to things like this, one that they had practiced quite a bit. Chad teased the dog's balls with slow, circular movements. Remy started to let go of his inhibitions. Chad made sure to hold his husband's dick, not squeeze it. Remy let out a sigh and tilted his head back.

Relief swept over him and the piss began to flow.

The warmth and wetness washed over the top of his belly, trickling down onto his chest and then splitting to either pool at his neck or run over his shoulders. All those drinks at the campfire had filled him up quite a bit, so much so that he could go for a minute or two at this steady pace. However, the excitement at giving himself a golden shower (especially one outdoors) stopped him from holding the floodgates back.

His stream strengthened until it was splashing against his chin, that steady hissing grew so loud it was all he could hear or at least all that he could focus on. Remy opened his eyes and his mouth at the same time. The Rottweiler immediately took aim at Remy's tongue which was flattened out at the bottom of his mouth to make an easy target.

Even with him asking for it, it was a surprise to have the sharp, slightly alcohol tinted taste in his mouth as if his body still wanted to recoil it from. He didn't though; Remy would always enjoy swallowing this sweet nectar. Holding it in his mouth until he had no choice but to swallow was always better, but he couldn't do that without spluttering it all up in this position. The moment he felt it in his mouth he began to lap it down as if he were on the brink of dying from dehydration. Each time he did, he had to close his mouth causing it to splash against his lips. That in turn coaxed him to open up again faster so that he did not miss too much.

Even with most of it going into his mouth, Remy could feel the yellow pool around his head steadily growing. It soaked the back of his neck, his head furs and his shoulder in delicious warmth.

When Remy's thirst had been sated, he rolled his hips to let Chad know. In response the dog adjusted the angle to let it arc over Remy's head to splash against the tree behind him. The Beagle closed his eyes and relaxed in the puddle. His legs were allowed to drift back down to the ground once Chad let go, leaving the last of his piss to trickle over his belly furs and down into his cum soaked crotch.

"How was that for a shower?" Chad asked, cocky as ever.

Remy simply giggled in response and took a moment to press his head against the soft, wet earth; he was taking a minute to savour the warmth on his body and the taste of piss in his mouth.

"Maybe it's the alcohol, but fuck that was so much hotter than usual."

"We're not done yet, love."

Now the both of them were smiling, tails wagging, as Chad helped Remy to his feet. The Rottweiler took a few steps back as he teased his cock, coaxing enough out of his sheath for him to pinch and aim with.

"You ready for it, Piss Pup?"

Of course he was ready.

Without wasting a second more, Chad exhaled deep as a strong stream of piss flooded out from the tip of his cock and over his husband's stomach. Over the next few seconds, it quickly gained in speed and force causing both of them to lock their eyes onto what was happening. They watched with awe as the white fur of Remy's belly began to slowly darken as it sullied. As it got wetter, more and more began to pour down the dog's body.

One river of it ran over his belly button to the base of his cock, down the shaft and off the tip like a waterfall. Another deviated earlier to run down the inside of his thigh as if he had wet himself. One more wetted his taint and the underside of his balls.

The smell was divine. So much so that Remy began to unconsciously breathe through his nose. He did nothing but watch and smell it until something inside of him clicked.

Sinking to his knees, Remy began to rub his hands over his stomach. Chad instinctively moved his stream so that the Beagle could drink it, but instead Remy bowed his head so that the stream washed over him.

Now it spread over his head furs. His ears twitched as the warmth spread to touch their base. That twitching evolved into a full-blown shiver when it caressed his neck before spilling down his back and onto the ground.

Even as it came to his mouth, he didn't lick or part his lips. The dog simply rotated his head to catch more of the piss and ensure that no part of his head was missed. When he was satisfied, he adjusted so that it would fall on his upper chest.

From there his hands began to wander, kicking up the scent of piss and spreading it over his body. At first it was smooth circular motions and dainty fingers brushing through the short fur, but then his hands cupped and he caressed himself as he slowly rubbed. Over his shoulder, down his bicep, across his forearm, under his pits... He was showering in it and thoroughly enjoying it.

It seemed to go on for minutes, even though Chad had never been someone who was able to piss for that long, even on a full bladder. There was no attempt from either of them to show enjoyment, just silence between them. Yet both knew that the other one was loving this.

They also knew that they were going to have to go back to the campsite where their friends would most likely be waiting. It would have been easy to lie about what they'd been doing before, but with none of his clothes wet and all of his body soaked they surely couldn't pretend he'd just fallen over into a puddle. Not to mention how impossible it would be to hide the scent. However, they slightly enjoyed the thrill and the risk of that. Their friends were kinkier than they were, so they wouldn't mind, but the excitement of keeping that secret from them was enticing.

When Chad finally stopped, Remy began panting as he finally remembered to breathe. They took a moment as the last of it dripped off of Remy's head. Eventually, the Beagle looked up and smiled. Not one bit of him was dry.

Chad smiled back and the two broke out into giggles before howling with a laughter that said:

'Holy shit did we really just do that?'

The two collected their clothes and hurried off back towards the campsite, unsure if they'd find a creek to dive in along the way or if they were going to let their friends smell the shower they'd just taken together.