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It was a few minutes past seven o'clock on the warm July evening. The sun had already begun it's decent towards the horizon, still casting it's warm yellow light on the ground below. A cool breeze blew through the trees in the nearby forest, their green leaves danced in the wind rustling against one another. An old dirt path cut through the trees, the thin brown strip of dirt contrasted against the green foliage nearby.

Two male canines trekked across the path, one white Husky and another brown and white Husky. Both were muscular in their physique and walked along the path with their digitigrade stance. Each step kicked up tiny dirt clouds around their bare paws.

Dex, the white Husky, stood at six feet and three inches. His fur coat was mostly white with some gray on his shoulders which stretched down his back and sided. The same gray made a diamond like shape on the top of his tail and was also on top of his snout and face. A blue strip separated the two colors from one another. In addition he had black hair that was tossed about between his white pointed ears and just below his chin. On both of his legs, mid shin, were three stripes of color; the same black, gray, and blue as the rest of his body. Those lines came to a point in the middle and went upward in a triangle like shape until they met again on his calf muscle. A blue triangular shaped tattoo covered a portion of his back and the edge poked out from under his tank top and black backpack. His light gray dog tags dangled around his neck, clicking together with certain steps. His beige khaki shorts swayed with each movement.

Paul, the brown and white husky, also stood at the same height of six feet three inches. His fur coat consisted of three shades of brown. A darker brown on most of his legs, finger tips, tail, on his triceps coming around to the top of his bicep, and around the back of his head and neck coming to a stop next to his collarbone. A lighter brown color was seen on his pawtoes, knees, shoulders, and on the top of his hands. A lighter, almost beige, color stretched up his outer thigh and up the sides of his torso, covering most of his back. This beige color was also on the top of his snout and down the sides of his face, it was also on back of his hands surrounding the brown mid-tone and stretched up his outer forearm. In addition to the browns, white fur covered his inner forearms from his palm up to his bicep. It was also on the underside of his fluffy brown tail, up his muscular abdomen, chest, front of his neck and his face. Much like his Husky friend, he had dark brown, almost black, hair tufted between his ears.

Paul wasn't wearing a shirt, instead he wore his white and orange hoodie. The hoodie was completely open and swayed between the straps of his dark gray backpack. The white outer layer contrasted nicely with the orange inner lining, strings, and bottom hem. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off the orange as well. His blue boxer briefs with white stitching and elastic could be seen just above the top of his blue cargo shorts.

"Come on, slow poke!" Paul called out to Dex as he started to trail behind.

The two had been hiking through the wooded mountains for a few hours now and Dex was finally starting to feel it. He was athletic but, walking uphill consistently with little to no breaks was starting to get to him.

Dex and Paul had met a few days prior at the gym. Dex had stared at him from across the gym for a few days to a week. He thought the Husky was hot and also seemed like he had a softer side to him. They both worked out at the same time, and Dex tried his best to strike up a conversation but never found the courage. It wasn't until they bumped into each other that the pair started talking.

They immediately bonded over their workouts and hiking so Paul decided to take the Husky hiking and camping at a spot he had up in the mountains. Normally following someone you recently met into the woods sounded like a horrible idea but, Dex felt safe and he knew how to handle himself. It also helped that he found Paul extremely attractive and the two had been flirting most of the time, at least he thought so.

The two continued along the trail, Paul leading the way. It was obvious that the path they were on wasn't an official hiking path but, rather one Paul carved out over the many journeys. Bushes and foliage stretched over the pathway brushing into their legs as they walked. Each of them stepped on leaves and twigs that snapped under the pressure of the muscular dog paws. The sunlight pierced through the cracks between the leaves above, casting small beams of sunlight all around.

"Hey, Paul? Do you mind if we take a small break?" Dex asked. He was panting slightly as they climbed up the steep incline. He held onto the straps of his backpack with one hand and reached for his water bottle with the other.

"We're almost there. I promise." Paul answered back, still pushing forward.

Behind him Dex popped open his water bottle and started to take a drink. He let out a satisfied 'ah' as he wiped the residual water from his muzzle.

The two pushed forward for another minute or two. Just up ahead the density of the trees diminished and more light could be seen something through the tree trunks and bushes. Paul stepped over a fallen log and pushed his way past the trees and shrubbery to step into a clearing.

In the middle of the woods there was a large grassy clearing. Short, lush green grass covered the ground. Only a small dirt and rocky spot was located close to the middle of the area where charred wood pieces laid. The faint sound of rushing water nearby was the only ambient noise heard. It was like a diamond in the rough, a piece of paradise and seclusion surrounded by the privacy.

Paul turned around and looked back at Dex, his arms swung outward as he said, "What do you think?"

Dex just looked around and couldn't believe how nice it looked. It felt like something out of a story, something that didn't belong in the middle of the woods.

"It's amazing." He finally commented. "How did you ever find this place?"

"I was just out here hiking, exploring. That's when I stumbled on this." He took his bag off his back and tossed it onto the ground. "I make sure to come up here as often as possible. In fact, you're the first person I've brought up here."

Dex was immediately flattered but, he was sure that was something that Paul said to multiple people. A way to make them feel special. "I bet you say that to a lot of people."

"No. I'm serious. You're the first person to ever see this place." The Husky had a look in his sky blue eyes that made him look innocent and sincere. "I've never wanted to bring anyone up here before. And you're the first who actually expressed interests in hiking which it is a good because it is such a hike to get up here."

"It really is..." The white husky took his backpack off and tossed it onto the ground. "...But it is completely worth it." He looked around the area taking in the sight.

Paul looked at Dex and couldn't help but smile at the adorable Husky. "So." He started reaching into his bag and pulled out an empty water jug. "I'm going to get the tent set up." He tossed the empty bottle over to Dex who fumbled it in the air for a moment before he caught it. "There's a fresh water stream just over that way. If you wanna fill up the water." He pointed off through the trees towards the direction of the flowing water.

"Sure thing!" Dex responded and started heading back into the trees with the water containers.

It was about a five to ten minute walk from the clearing to the water area. There was a distinct pathway through the foliage but, no dirt path below. The trees separated much like the clearing to reveal a waterfall, pond, and stream leading off in the opposite direction. It was even more beautiful than the previous area. There was little space between the rocky edge and the tree line so it made sense that Paul would set up camp in the larger clearing.

Dex walked over to the pond and stood on top of a large gray rock. The surface was smooth and slick from the nearby mist from the fall. He opened the two water bottles and began to fill them up. Air bubbles popping along the surface as they escaped the submerged bottles. Once they felt full he pulled them out and screwed the tops back on.

Next came the jug. He uncapped the screw top and set the cap on the rock nearby and leaned forward to fill it up. As the air escaped and water poured in the just became heavier and heavier in his hand. Suddenly he felt his leg slip out from under him and he slid forward into the pond. As he fell all he could manage to say were a few jumbled up words and what sounded like 'oh shit'. Within that second, he was completely submerged in the cold clear water.

He fumbled around under the water, blowing air out of his nose making his own air bubbles; not for fun but, out of pure shock. The Husky managed to orient himself and stand up in the pond. The water was surprisingly deep, it was up to his waist and he was an arm's length away from the rock edge. All he could do was cap the bottle and climb back out.

The bottle was full as he walked over to the rock and grabbed the blue cap. He screwed it on and set it back down. Dex placed his hands on the rocky surface and jumped up. In a quick motion he had his leg up and pulled himself up and out of the water.

Water poured out of his clothes and on to the ground below. His tank top and shorts were completely soaked. Each piece dripped of water, down his legs and off his arms. Luckily he wasn't wearing underwear that day otherwise it would have been attached to him like a sticker on fur. However, due to the lack of underwear there was a clear outline of his sheath beneath the fabric. His hair and fur became matted as the water slowly drained off of him.

Dex then took his tank top off and ran it out between his hands in a twisting fashion. He shook his body in an attempt to get any excess water out from his fur and then slung his shirt over his shoulder. He grabbed the now full water containers and headed back to the site.

As he came walking back through the tree line Paul noticed how viable wet he was almost immediately.

"What happened?" He walked over to see if he was alright and quickly noticed the outline of his sheath.

"I'm fine. I just fell in." He tossed his wet tank top over near the charred pile of wood that now housed a few fresh logs. "I see you've been busy." He looked around the campsite and saw the tent already up and the new wood on the fire pit.

"Yeah." Paul smiled and scratched the back of his fluffy head. "I've gotten to be pretty quick at pitching tents." He gave a quick wink to help emphasize his innuendo.

He looked up at the sky and noticed the sun was beginning to set. He grabbed a small bag out of his backpack which was black and rectangular in shape, like a lunch box. He opened it up and pulled out some hotdogs that were encased in half melted ice. "You hungry?" He asked.

Dex nodded. He was getting decently hungry and the sun was already beginning to set. The once pale blue sky was now a cluster of oranges, reds, and yellows. The colors bounced off the clouds and filled the air. He already started to feel the temperature dropping slightly as the wind blew across his bare chest.

Paul had set the food of to the side as he knelt down and was starting to light the campfire. He struck a match and held it up to some twigs until they caught. He dropped the match and moved back. The crackling of the wood burning as the fire traveled to the other twig and foliage in the pile. Eventually it began to catch the freshly cut logs. Within a few minutes the campfire was completely lit.

The two sat down on the ground which was mostly grass. Surrounding the campfire the grass had been burned and charred, now, it was brown and dead leaving a dirty perimeter around the campfire.

They both looked at the fire for a moment, both sitting a couple of feet apart. Dex's knees were bent up into the air with his arms placed on top. Paul, on the other hand, sat with his legs crossed as he leaned over and grabbed to long, sturdy sticks.

He handed a stick over to Dex and then pulled a hotdog out of the box. He skewered the redish brown piece of meat and then handed the box over to Dex to follow suit. They both placed them above the fire, just enough to heat up the hotdog but, not too close to burn the stick.

"So?" Paul asked. "What do you think of this place?"

"It's great." Dex replied with a smile. He felt so relaxed and calm in the space, it was hard to believe. "I was a little apprehensive of course." He continued.

"Whys that?"

"Well, a guy you just met wants to take you up into the woods, miles away from anyone. Where no one can hear you. And the cell reception is spotty at best." He looked over at Paul. "It sounds like a good way to get murdered."

Paul laughed a little as he realized how it sounded. "Yea, I can see how that comes off now. I guess that's why no one wanted to join me."

"But, I'm glad I did." Dex smiled.

The two continued to talk as their food continued to cook. Periodically each of them would pull it out of the flames and test to see if it was done. Once they were they ate it right off the stick and then cooked the next one.

They kept talking as the sun set behind the horizon. The once orange sky was now a sea of black with white specs glimmering throughout. There was no light pollution nearby which allowed every star to be seen in the clear night sky. The bright moon was full, and cast its cool glow on the Earth below.

As the hours past they both kept talking and the temperature kept dropping. Since they were higher up in the mountains and there was little cloud cover, the temperature was a bit cooler than normal. Paul had zipped his hoodie halfway at some point but, Dex sat there without a shirt since his was still wet. His shorts were dry in some spots but, as a whole were still decently damp. He sat close to the fire, attempting to get as warm as possible but, his back was freezing. His body involuntarily shivered as his muscles attempted to generate warmth.

"Are you cold?" Paul asked, as he noticed Dex shivering. "We can go into the tent if you want."

"No. I'm having a really good time out here. It's just my back."

"Well here." Paul unzipped his hoodie, revealing his muscular torso beneath once more. He moved his legs out from under him and stood them up as Dex had once before. "Come over here. I can keep your back warm."

Dex nodded and moved over to Paul. He sat between his legs, his white back making contact with Paul's white chest. He felt the hoodie on his sides and Paul's knees on either side of him. His tail curled off to one side so it wasn't in anyone's face. With the fire in front and the Husky on his back, Dex was already warm.

"This is really nice." He commented. It was so nice that he felt a little motion in his shorts as his member poked slightly out of its sheath. He did what he could to focus on anything, all to make sure the blood flow would be redirected. He didn't want to insinuate anything.

He let out a soft sign of comfort as the warmth from one another moved back and forth, mixing with the fires. Paul reached up and brushed a piece of Ash out of Dex's hair as he sat in front of him. He took his time brushing it out so he could touch the Husky a bit more.

The thing was, Paul had a crush on Dex, longer than he cared to admit. The first time he saw him at the gym he couldn't help but, take notice. For weeks he tried to bump into him, he changed his gym schedule, the workouts, anything he could so he could 'accidently' bump into him.

One day during their workout Paul noticed that after a run on the treadmill Dex would fill up his water bottle. That's when he planned to 'bump' into him. As Dex walked towards the fountain, Paul also headed that way. The white Husky began to take a drink from his bottle and for a moment didn't see where he was walking. In that moment, Paul walked right into him. The pair fell down to the ground on top of one another. Shortly after the two talked and quickly bonded.

Now, Paul wanted to ask him out on a date but, couldn't find a way to do it without a possible rejection. So, Camping was the best way. Maybe on their little trip he could deduce if Dex was gay or not and maybe try and ask him out on their journey back down. He was just hoping for a sign that may or may never come.

As Dex was sitting on the ground he felt a rock underneath his butt and wiggled slightly to get it out from under him. His little wiggle resulted in his backend going up against Paul's crotch. And in that moment he felt everything. Through his khaki shorts and through Paul's cargo shorts he could feel his balls and sheath pressed against him.

Normally, he would have moved away and apologized but, he wanted to see how it would play out. He sat there feeling everything against him and it was starting to turn him on. If Paul didn't make a move soon then he was going to have to move and act like he didn't know what happened.

Paul felt his crotch placed right up against Dex's backside. He wasn't sure if that was a sign, or not. Neither of them moved so Dex had to know it was happening. He just didn't want to assume anything and ruin such a nice night. If anything bad happened then at least he could remember their night under the stars.

Then it happened. Paul made the first move and reached over with his hand and lightly rubbed Dex's big pointed ear. He did it only for a second or two. Enough where he could say it was ash again. His heart pounded more and more and he assumed by that moment Dex would have to of known. It felt like it was about to pop out of his chest.

Next thing he knew, Dex turned around and said, "Why'd you stop?" It was the sign that both of them waited for, a sign that the other was interested.

Paul just looked into the icy blue eyes of the Husky and said, "Because I wanted to do this." He closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss; not knowing if it was going to be reciprocated or not. Luckily it was.

Their lips made contact with one another. The pressure was soft, yet firm as they made contact. Paul slipped his tongue out of his muzzle and into Dex's. The two tongues touched as both their heads bobbed slightly. Just as smoothly as the tongue entered it left as Paul pulled away from their kiss leaving only traces of saliva on their lips.

Dex's heart fluttered as he opened his eyes and looked at his muscular counterpart. He leaned back in and kissed the Husky. This time their kiss lasted a few seconds longer and immediately followed into the next. Each other's tongue bounced from one mouth to the other as they explored the others mouth. Their heads tilted as their muzzles locked with each passing kiss. Their soft and supple kiss slowly became more and more passionate.

Paul's hands rubbed up and down Dex's back. He lightly dragged his claws across the muscular backside, scratching it softly. Dex's hands moved along Paul's sides, feeling every muscle in his abdomen as it trailed up to his face.

Their make out session grew along with the passion. Eventually the two fell onto their side and rolled over, careful not to roll into the fire.

Dex felt the grass rub up against his back through his fur and touch his skin. Paul was on top of him, his hand placed on the Husky's chest. They were both still locked in a tongue tango, their kisses became wetter by the moment as saliva traded between the two. Moans of pleasure rang from each other as they continued. The Husky's hands ran along Paul's back underneath the white, open hoodie.

Just beneath the khaki shorts, Dex's sheath grew. His bright blue shaft slowly poked out of it, growing larger and larger by the moment. He was loving every minute of their make out session. He was enjoying it so much, that he instinctively began to grind up against Paul's crotch.

Paul reciprocated in the motion, his own dick was making its way out of its sheath. He stopped kissing Dex for a moment only to begin to kiss his neck. He kissed the white fur and put firm pressure to make sure it was felt. He kissed, sucked, and lightly nibbled on his neck edging out moans from Dex with each one.

He then stopped and slowly began to kiss down his torso and chest. He kissed each muscular pec giving the appreciation each one deserved. His hands rubbed Dex's sides and abs just below. After a moment he continued on his journey south. He kissed the middle of the abdomen and eventually got down to the belly button.

As the canine kissed the abs his hands were hard at work. Just beneath his head he was working on unbuttoning the pants. He felt the damp spots on the shorts as his hands moved across the fabric. Finally, his furry digits undid the button and slowly slid the zipper down revealing the semi-hard cock just starting to poke out of the sheath. The mere sight made his own member harder, begging to be let out of the blue underwear cage.

He slid Dex's shorts off of his body, his legs lifted in the air to assist. As he pulled them off, the wet fabric made it slightly more difficult as is clung to the fur below. As Paul tossed the shorts off into the grass he looked down at Dex's naked body. He was completely nude and laid in the grass, the only thing on his body was his dog tag necklace.

Paul couldn't help but, bit his lip. Every dirty thought raced through his mind as he looked at the muscular Husky in front of him. He looked so helpless and innocent... and hot. He couldn't help but smile and look at him in the eyes as he knelt back down.

Once his face was just inches from Dex's cock he glanced up and looked into Dex's eyes. The bright blue eyes were squinted slightly and Dex bit his lower lip, a clear sign that he was highly aroused. He rubbed his hand along his chest and down towards Paul's head. He lifted it in the air and grazed it through his soft brown hair. Each finger glided through each strand as he lightly massaged his head and applied light pressure downward in an attempt to push him onto the bright blue shaft.

Without saying anything Paul smiled and released his pink tongue from his muzzle as he licked the white ballsack before him. He gently picked one up with his tongue and places it just inside his mouth as he lightly sucked on it. Each motion sent out a moan of approval from Dex and if that wasn't enough, his dick grew more and more.

After a second of his suckle, Paul released the ball from his mouth and rubbed Dex's crotch with his hand. With each rub Paul exhaled his warm breath from out of his mouth and onto the sheath below. He then went back down and licked up the white sheath and all the way up the growing cock. Just this motion alone was enough for Dex's cock to grow to completion, his knot fully formed as Paul's tongue slid up the smooth shaft.

Dex let out a louder moan, one that came from deep within his chest. His hand still placed promptly on Paul's head. His thumb moved his ear back and forth with each movement. His hips gyrated up and down with each passing lick.

It wasn't long until Paul took the next step. With his right hand he lifted up Dex's hard cock off of his muscular stomach. It was now standing at full attention, pointed straight up at the moon. The cooler night air breezed past the wet surface from Paul's saliva.

It wasn't exposed to the air for long as Paul's mouth fully encased the blue shaft. His soft wet tongue wrapped around the girthy cock as his head bobbed up and down. Dex felt the vacuum seal from Paul's lips as he sucked on his shaft.

Paul felt the smooth cock in his muzzle. His wet tongue lathered the shaft, he even let some saliva slip out of his mouth and drip down the length. Each downward movement he slid the dick deeper into his mouth. He felt the tip of the cock hit the back of his throat as he forced himself all the way down to the base. The knot was the only thing preventing him from going further but that didn't stop him from trying.

Each thing Paul did was happily acknowledged with a deep moan from Dex. The sounds mixed together with Paul's muffled moans of pleasure. He was certain he was enjoying the blowjob more than Dex was. Their moans of ecstasy reverberated through the woods and off into the night. No one around for miles to even hear them.

Every few seconds Paul would lift his head off Dex's member only to look up at him. His eyes half open as he peered into Dex's soul seductively; all while he used his right hand to stroke the wet shaft. As he reached the knot he gave it a light squeeze a time or two before he took it back into his mouth. While his mouth incased the shaft his right hand massaged Dex's balls, each finger danced with each testicle, and bounced from one finger to the next. Meanwhile his other hand was working on something else.

His own cock was fully engorged, pitching a perfect tent in his shorts. The campfire casted a nice shadow on his dark blue shorts. It was amazing the cloth and elastic in the underwear had contained anything. He took his fingers and split his concentration between sucking the dick in front of him and unbuttoning his shorts. It took him a second before he flicked it open and unzipped the shorts. There was already a small spot on his boxer briefs where his precum had seeped through. The entire time his mouth never left Dex. His head continued to bob up and down; he'd often lick the blue knot at the base as he deep throated him.

"Oh shit... Paul." Dex managed to get out in between his moans. "You're so good..." His hips continued to move upward into Paul's muzzle with each suck. He wanted more. "F... Fuck me." He said. His hand slid along his chest and torso, his breath getting deeper and deeper. His voice almost sounded like he was begging. "I want you to fuck me."

Paul released from the cock and without saying a word moved up and kissed Dex deeply. The kiss was wet from all the saliva but, it didn't matter. It only turned them both on more. Dex could taste his cock on Paul's tongue and his own musk on his breath. His breath felt short as his hormones rushed through his body.

Dex's hands rubbed Paul's sides, his open hoodie draped over him. His hands explored his muscular body and made their way to his back. He felt every muscle in his shoulder and back as he lightly dug his claws into his back, a nice reciprocate from before. The light scrape caused Paul to moan louder as the two continued to kiss.

He pulled out of the kiss and took off his hoodie and fell down into the grass below. He stood up and once he was completely on his paws his shorts slid off on their own leaving him in only his underwear. His dick continued to stretch the fabric outward.

"That's a nice tent you have there." Dex smiled staring at the outline of Paul's penis.

"If you like that, wait until you really see it." Paul responded as he slowly slid off the boxer briefs.

As they slid down his hard pink cock was pulled down with it. As his fingers pulled them down, the elastic band finally released the shaft. It sprung back up and slapped Paul's furry muscular stomach. It swayed there for a second or two before it came to a stop and stuck outward into the open air. His blue underwear fell down to his ankles and he kicked it off to the side. They fell down into the grass with the rest of the scattered clothes.

Dex looked up at Paul's naked form. The campfire in front of them cast a warm orange glow on the two of them. The dark shadows of the night emphasized their muscles. The white glow of the full moon above shined on Paul's back, highlighting him in the darker background.

"Damn you're hot." Paul said looking down at Dex. His hard pink cock sticking out, it looked like he was the predator and Dex was the pray. Paul could still taste his cock on his tongue and it made his heart pound harder.

"Come here." Dex called out. He turned on his right side and faced the fire. He invited Paul down to cuddle and to be a big spoon.

Paul got down on the ground and laid down on his side. He got close to Dex, his chest pressed firmly against his back as he slid into position. His hard pink shaft laid between Dex's two plump butt cheeks. It was nestled nicely between the two firm cheeks.

He reached his right hand down underneath Dex's torso; his hand had just enough flexibility to place his hand on his chest. His left hand rubbed each muscle on his chest and stomach. Dex's right hand grasped onto Paul's right hand. His left hand was placed just below his head and created a barrier between the ground and his head.

Paul's head was nestled in the fluff of Dex's neck. He moved it slightly hoping for another kiss. His hips swayed and created small thrusts into Dex's rear. It was clear he was ready and so was Dex.

Dex turned rotated his body slightly, and leaned his head back and kissed Paul. The two once again engaged into a tongue battle as the two tongues wrestled one another. Dex moved his left hand and curved it around Paul's back helped support him. Paul had raised himself up as well, leaning on his right elbow and forearm.

As they made out in the grass, Dex felt the microthrusts in his crack. He moved his legs and felt his pink shaft slide out and around his thigh. The pink cock was now in front of his thigh, rubbing in the crevasse of his hip joint. As they made out, Paul moved his hips more, which moved his cock against his fur and skin.

Paul's left hand slowly slid down his abs and down onto his blue length. He grabbed onto the dick and started to stroke him. He moved his hips into another position; his pink cock was now sliding along Dex's tailhole, taint, and the tip even hit his balls.

Dex couldn't help but moan as they were still locked in a slobbery kiss. He was urging Paul to enter him. He wanted him to take him right then and there. His heart pounded as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

He broke the kiss and whispered, "Just fuck me already." His breath was heavy, he couldn't contain his anticipation. His blue dick dripped with precum, his body shook, not from the cold but from the arousal that pulsated throughout his body.

Paul let go of Dex's shaft, and scooped up all the precum off of the tip. He leaned backwards slightly and applied that with his own, lathering up the length of his shaft. He grabbed the base of his shaft, just below the knot, and pressed the top against Dex's hole.

He felt the warmth radiating from his body, his hole twitched with excitement as the tip slowly pushed against it more. With a slow steady amount of pressure, Paul pushed himself into the white Husky. His hole expanded as the pink cock entered.

Dex let out a gasp of air, his eyes squinted as he moaned loudly. This time it was louder than before. "Oh... Fuck. You're so big." He panted. His body rushed will pleasure as he felt himself expand to take the dick. It didn't hurt at all, it was all pleasure.

"I could say the same about you." Paul replied in a whisper. He moved back into the position he was in before. He felt his cock become enveloped by Dex's anal canal. The muscle and tissue moved it took the entire length of his shaft.

Paul began to kiss Dex once more as his hips picked up speed. Each thrust caused a rustle in the grass with each movement. His left hand once again came around and grasped the blue dick and stroked it. This time his grasp was firmer, and faster. This time Paul was on a mission.

His pink shaft slid in and out of Dex. Just as the tip reached the rim of his hole he would plunge it back into him. The tip poked into his prostate as he pushed himself inward. His dick was so thick and long that it filled Dex more than anyone had before.

Dex was a top vers, so he's been in a few from time to time as well as others in him. But this, this was something different. Paul was an expert. His grip grew tighter on Dex's cock, his other hand squeezed his chest. The two moaned more and more as they continued.

Paul's knot pounded against Dex's hole, begging for entry. Dex couldn't help but arch his back and wiggle his butt. He wanted to add to the pleasure sensations that were going on inside him. Each stroke of Paul's sensitive yet firm hand was edging himself closer. Each thrust of his cock inside him kept hitting his prostate.

"God you feel so good." Paul said as he broke the kiss. "I'm getting close."

"Me too." He panted harder, his body bounced with the pounding movement. "Just don't stop!"

Paul picked up speed feeling his balls swell. He was getting closer to busting but he wanted to keep going. He bucked his hips harder, their hips smacked as they made contact. His balls and shaft swelled even more as he was being pushed to the limit.

A rush of ecstasy rushed through his entire body; from his paw toes all the way up to his head. The orgasm flowed through harder and longer than any one he had before. He could also feel the same urge go through Dex. His moans got deeper and his movements were even stronger.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum!" Paul screamed out as he made one final thrust. His cock pushed deeper into Dex his, knot wanted to push into the hole but his position wouldn't allow it. His cock erupted into a fountain of cum. His warm seed shot out deep inside of Dex, filling what space was left within him. There was so much that came out of him that it immediately started to seep out of Dex.

As Paul's seed shot deep into Dex it was all he needed to push him over the edge as well. His own blue cock shot out six massive ropes of his white milky cum. Paul didn't stop stroking the husky as he came. The two climaxed at the exact same time, they both moaned so loud that they blended into a howl echoing off into the night.

Both their bodies eventually stopped pulsating as their balls finally drained. As their moans ceased they came back together for another passionate kiss. Paul's cum dripped out of Dex's hole down his cheek and onto the grass. His own semen covered some of his torso as well as the grass below.

Paul rubbed Dex's cum on his body around and got some on his finger. He licked the milky seed off and tasted it for a moment. With a happy moan he panted and said, "That was amazing."

"It really was." Dex tried to catch his breath as his adrenaline coursed through his veins. "We should do it again sometime."

"Without a doubt." Paul responded with a smile. He reached back down and got more cum off of Dex and placed it into his mouth once more. Without swallowing he kissed Dex allowing him to taste his own seed. It wasn't the first time he'd tasted it but that didn't stop the arousing aspect of it.

The two continued to make out under the stars. Dex's shaft was still hard as it slowly softened; he was usually hard well after he came. Paul pulled himself out of Dex, his cum slowly dripped out of him and onto Paul's shaft that rested just below.

As they made out Dex smiled. He was glad he came on the hike and even gladder he met Paul. This was one night that neither of them would forget.