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His eyes squinted as he rose from slumber, his throat dry and parched. With a yawn, the beagle stretched and sauntered his way past the bedroom door, where he heard loud snoring emanating the halls.

Making his way through the living room and into the kitchen, the beagle saw a scruff coyote lying on the couch, broad shoulders hugging the pillow he drooled on as his snoring reverberated through the house. The blanket only covered half his body, leaving his naked torso exposed- a tempting sight, had there been any lights on. Looking beyond the couch, he saw the now turned-off desktop and felt a pang of yearning. At this time of night he'd usually be playing Diablo II with his squad, as well as...one or two other things only achievable at this time.

"Jack can't sleep with all that light, Ethan. Don't be rude" his father's words rang through his memory as he gulped down a glass of water. Thirst quenched, he looked over to the still snoring coyote. As irritating as his Dad's friends can be, Ethan was contempt with Jack being the one who needed a place to stay, while his roof was being fixed. He didn't bug the 19 year old about the games he played like Dad's other friends. Never pestered on what field he wants to get into, or how he was skinny and yet pudgy near the belly and legs.

His Dad was a general contractor who hired workers to complete projects. Most of his Dad's friend group consists of whoever is working on the same thing he was, but some stuck out over the years. Jack was of the latter variety, the 28 year old having recently been around for three years now. His Dad mentioned he has a work ethic beyond his years, but other than that Ethan knew nothing about the dude crashing on his couch.

A pressure in his abdomen had Ethan heading to the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet, relieving himself as he began thinking back to a few days ago; the barbecue his father forced him too. Him and all his buddies were having a cookout at a public park. Ethan had only gone cause the park had a pool in it, one in which he was just leaving when he heard the coyote's deep voice call out "I'm gonna hop out as well!"

Jack walked up to the beagle, giving one another a slight nod the two soaked canines made their way to the changing rooms. The younger of the two took note of the coyote's fur. Warm grayish tan, with brown streaks across his fur, with several slashing across his face and muzzle. His own fur was as basic as a beagle can be; two large, dark brown spots that covered each eye, with black ears. He at least had a defining small black spot under his right eye (and a slightly larger spot on the right side of his butt) that worked well against his snow-colored coat.

Nothing on the coyote, though. The autumn hues and vertical streaks of brown that covered him made the canine look mesmerizing, helped further by his bright yellow eyes.

The beagle was smitten as the two entered the public changing rooms. Upon entering, Ethan looked up and met Jack's gaze looking back at him. The coyote wore a sly grin, which Ethan hated to admit was the cool sexy kind. He raised his hand over to Ethan, the beagle watching every move...

"Pull my finger."

"It's a no from me..." Ethan said in the most monotone voice he could muster, as he walked past him to the lockers. Jack shrugged before pulling on it himself, the sound making the coyote laugh, while Ethan just rolled his eyes and set his belongings down on the bench.

Crass as he may be, Ethan couldn't find the will to look away as his muscle-bound arms went down to his groin, to untie the swim trunks. The beagle gulped at the thicker set of fur that went down the coyote's naval, the "treasure trail" he heard about from certain videos online.

Jack grabbed his trunks and bent down, exposing a temptingly shapeful ass. Ethan watched, blood stirring as those mounds bounced around, the coyote getting the shorts off and around his ankles.

Ethan was typically a germaphobe, and hasn't grown a habit of sexualizing his father's friend group, but it would be a lie to say he hadn't wanted to raise the coyote's tail and shove his tongue as deep as it would go...

A throb in real life brought him out of his train of thought. He saw his penis had stirred significantly, and as he rubbed it up and down a few times a tingling sensation rose up his back. He could still hear the snoring from the living room, and his Dad sure as hell slept like a brick.

Huffing a short breath, Ethan lowered his boxers and hooked them under his balls and sizeable rear- his best feature, if you asked him. It left his six inches out to throb in the open air, and he wrapped his hand around it to stroke it in earnest. A part of him wanted to continue in the privacy of his room, but something in his aching nuts wanted him to just beat his meat right here, with no regard to where the mess will go.

That day by the pool ended with a quick change, but Ethan replayed that moment again and again. What would it have felt like to grab him by the hips and shove his muzzle deep in the crevice. To take a deep breath in, and let his tongue press and slosh around his ring. Loosening it enough so his tongue can push through, perhaps even eliciting a moan from the older man.

He rubbed his thumb against the head, smering the newly-formed pre around his cock. God, he couldn't wait to stop being a virgin. Not because it's anything bad, but damn it- the beagle wanted cock. He wanted to feel something thicker than a finger pound against him, and to learn how it felt to pound into someone. Now that he was an adult, there was nothing stopping him except opportunity.

The bathroom began reverberating with the sound of pre-slicked flesh, joined by the rhythmic wet thumping of his balls against his hand. He couldn't help it as his mind raced through memories of Jack, one of the only adult males he's been naked around.

He thought about every nut scratch he'd done when he thought no one was looking, and how his package would shuffle around as he did so.

He thought about the time Jack slapped his ass during last year's Superbowl, to which Ethan smacked his later that night, making sure to memorize the feel of it in his hands. The baritone laugh Jack gave made his heart skip a beat.

Ethan gave a breathy moan, shuffling his feet closer as he felt a familiar pressure building in the base of his groin. His knees began buckling, aiming his member at the center of the porcelain bowl, hoping it'd be enough to avoid any major clean up...

What Ethan didn't know was the snoring stopped over ten seconds ago.

Jack awoke with a full bladder, and began making his way to the bathroom. Still half asleep, he thought nothing of the turned on bathroom light as he turned the knob, slowly to avoid it making any noise. After his eyes adjusted for the light, he saw two full moons, and an arm moving erratically.

For two full seconds, Jack absorbed the sight before him. Rodger's son was caught pulling his pud, choking the chicken. Pants down and everything, ass on full display in front of him, the sound of a pre-soaked cock getting rubbed down. The young man seemed hornier than he could handle.

But its the smell that made the coyote light headed. His pre-cum left a thick aroma in the bathroom, the tangy scent made a deep moan rumble out from Jack's chest.

The slick sound stopped, along with a brief moment of silence before Ethan turned his head.

"Fuck, Ethan-" the coyote couldn't finish as the beagle scrambled to raise his boxers over himself; a difficult task with a raging hard on.

Feeling genuinely bad for sneaking up on him, Jack put a hand on the beagle's shoulder. "Hey, it's fine kid, calm down."

"I-I thought I locked the door-" Ethan breathlessly replied as he tried to make the tent in his boxers less obscene.

"Hey. Ethan, look at me."

The beagle locked eyes with the coyote, hating the throb his dick gave at the handsome, shirtless gentleman trying to calim him.

"It's totally fine. It's your house, you can jerk off wherever you like" Jack said, ignoring the wince Ethan gave at "jerk off".

"I get it kid, it's a normal urge. I'm not going to tell your old man or anything."

Ethan's heart rate began to steady, knowing this will stay between them helping his anxieties somewhat

"Cool...cool..." The beagle replied, looking down to the floor before noticing the bulge in Jack's sweatpants.

Jack followed Ethan's gaze, and he felt his blood rush south upon knowing what had caught the beagle's interests.

"S-See? Mind of its own. Choking the salami's the only thing that's gonna get it down, eh?" He said with a chuckle, gently elbowing the beagle who didn't break his gaze.

The two stood in silence, both clocking into the other's preference as the coyote's bulge grew larger. Jack felt his face blush as his dick grew longer in his slacks, pronouncing into a tent larger than the one Ethan was covering up.

The beagle himself was elated. The boner in the coyote's pants stretched the cotton fabric obscenely. So much so Ethan let his hands fall to his side, displaying his own twitching tent.

"Mind of its own..." Jack nearly growled, allowing himself to stare at the young man's package, the same way Ethan was staring at him.

Both dogs stood there, tents inches apart. Their dicks ached for attention, any attention, as they flexed in their drawers. Jack wanted to say something to egg this on further, but bit his tongue. He didn't want to put himself in a bad situation with his good friend's son.

"When was the last time you...jerked off?" Ethan asked, barely above a whisper.

Jack gulped. "Four days, I think..."

The beagle bit his lip, the wet spot on his boxers grew as a jet of pre shot into them.

"Maybe we could...help each other...if you wanted too."

And any willpower the coyote had shattered at that moment. He stepped closer, staring right into the young man's eyes.

"You ever done this before, kid?" He asked, slowly leaning his muzzle closer to the beagle's.

"No, I've never done anything, with anyone."

Ethan's heart raced as the coyote held his muzzle right in front of his own, he could feel the heat of his breath against his lips.

"Is this okay?"

The young man just about lost it, pressing his lips to the coyote. Jack's eyes widened before they closed, getting into a groove as he started kissing him back.

Ethan was in nirvana, and small light moans kept escaping from his muzzle. Jack took advantage of the opening and slid his tongue inside. The beagle's eyes widened, a slight mint taste from the house's toothpaste tingled in his mouth. Their tents pressed together as Jack started moving his tongue inside Ethan's maw.

Rodger and the boys always joked with the coyote about his long tongue, a feature he was quick to flaunt whenever it was brought up. "You'll smitten many a kitten with that thing" Rodger's words briefly rang in the back of his mind.

If only he'd known that tongue would be shoved into his son's mouth. And hopefully other places, if this keeps going smoothly.

He pulled the young man in close, wrapping his buff arms around Ethan's shoulders in a gentle but dominant embrace. Putting on his best work, he brought the tongue smashing down to slow, sensual kisses on the beagle's lips.

After what seemed like hours, they separated. Jack slowly, very slowly, pulled his tongue passed Ethan's lips, a string of saliva connecting the two as they began catching their breath.

"Sit down for me."

Ethan obediently put down the toilet lid, not breaking eye contact with Jack as he felt the cold porcelain against his bum.

Jack's heart skipped a beat. He remembered making fun of Ethan's dad for having such a small toilet once. But sitting down on it, the beagle was at the perfect height, his tent aligned directly with that eager muzzle. He leaned his hips forward, hands at his side as his hard on was inches away.

"What should I do?"

"Whatever you'd like, kid."

Ethan took a deep breath, hands shaking as he reached over and lightly rubbed the clothed erection in front of him. The coyote gave a pleasured sigh, stepping even closer to the beagle. Ethan pressed his thumb against the wet patch on the tip. The smell it made was intoxicating, and it made the beagle's dick spew pre into his shorts.

This is the horniest the beagle has ever been in his life so far, outside of that one day in the school locker rooms, after gym, where he was playing gay chicken with a burly Rottweiler he was sure was in the closet. The black dog had just hooked his thumb into the pouch of his jockstrap before the coach yelled for the remaining players to get out.

But that case of blue balls couldn't be further from Ethan's mind. He couldn't help it as he pressed the tent to his muzzle, the coyote trying not to thrust as he felt the beagle's nose breathing on his sensitive head. Refusing to wait any longer, he hooked his fingers into Jack's sweats and boxers, pulling them down slowly.

He enjoyed every second, watching the shaft slowly get revealed from the base, all the way to the tip that sprung forward once released.

Seven inches, perhaps seven and a half. Uncut, with a sandy gray color covering the red tip. The coyote's cock bobbed eagerly, and Ethan was enthralled as he soaked in the sight.

While the coyote was trying to keep his cool, his hormones were on a rampage as he intently watched, not wanting to rush the virgin in front of him, despite the ache in his nuts.

Eventually the inexperienced hand finally made contact, grabbing his shaft and pulling on the foreskin, exposing the red head. Beads of pre began leaking out as the beagle continued the motion, and the coyote stared intently as Ethan leaned his muzzle closer.

Meanwhile Jack's tail wagged sporadically behind him,

feeling the hot breath of Ethan's muzzle cover his cock. The beagle parted his lips, letting the tip of his tongue drag right along the exposed head before he put it in his mouth. The coyote felt delightful pressure as the beagle began milking the pre-cum from the sensitive head. Ethan's tongue began to move underneath the foreskin, swishing around on his urethra.

The coyote titled his head back and gave a deep gravelly moan. He gently pressed his hips forward, and the beagle allowed the meat to delve deeper into his maw. "Oh, god..." Jack moaned, the sound prompting Ethan to moan as well. The coyote began to lightly hump into the beagle's mouth, letting his pants fall down to his ankles as he did so.

"You're a natural at this" Jack spoke in a voice deeper than the beagle was used too. Ethan felt his hand reach behind his ears, giving them a good scratch. The tingling pleasure this added made Ethan moan loudly, vibrating along the hard-on in his mouth.

Jack felt two hands wrap around his waist, turning around to find the beagle's paws playing with the base of his tail.

The beagle couldn't resist his lust. He slipped his fingers past the boxers, and with both paws he squeezed Jack's delicious ass, kneading it like dough while he bobbed his head on the shaft.

"Having fun back there, eh?" The coyote asked with a sly grin, only getting a slutty moan for a response.

He felt those hands on his rear begin pushing him forward, Ethan desperate for the boner in his mouth to hit deeper. The coyote's heart skipped at the sensation of the beagle taking him to the hilt, his nose shooting out hot breath against his crotch.

Ethan was becoming mad with lust, squeezing on the fine coyote ass to make the cock go deeper into his throat. There wasn't a single gag, which gave Jack the okay to give a rather harsh buck into the beagle's maw.

"You don't got a gag reflex, kid?"

Ethan pulled off the throbbing cock.

"Used a cucumber for a few months, and I got really good at it."

"Damn...You want me to fuck your muzzle?" Jack growled to the dog beneath him, knowing the answer before feeling Ethan's head nod.

Winding his hips back, Jack began thrusting in earnest , fucking that virgin muzzle for all it was worth. Ethan cradled his large balls with one hand as the other began rubbing along the coyote's toned chest and pecs.

Sensing the beagle was enjoying the encouragement, Jack became more talkative.

"You like the way your first cock tastes?"

"Mm hmm!" Ethan exclaimed through the member currently pistoning in and out of his mouth.

"Fuck, you take it like a champ, kid. Ah shit...fucking..." The coyote began rutting the beagle's mouth like he would a broad. And Ethan's high-pitched, needy moans along his cock were beginning to bring him over the edge.

"I'm getting close, Ethan. Can I cum in your mouth, kid?"

The tight squeeze on his ass, with a finger prodding his hole, was all the encouragement he needed. He slowed his pace down just a tad, so he can appreciate each drag of his dick inside that hot, wet mouth.

"Fuck this feels so good. Oh...oh god...you want to taste a real man's cum?"

Ethan's jaw was becoming numb, yet all he could do was moan encouragingly. He felt so slutty, moaning like a bitch in a porno, not knowing how else he can show how desperate he was for this man to blow his load.

"Almost there...fuck, Ethan, I'm..."

That delightful pressure in the coyote's groin finally gave way. He couldn't help it as his moans became almost submissive, needy, as the dick in Ethan's mouth thrashed around. Salty streaks began coating his throat. After the first two spurts Ethan pulled off until just the head was in his mouth, feeling each gush hit his tongue.

"Fuck...fuck...God damn..." The coyote panted, taking a few steps back. His softening dick slipped out the beagle's mouth.

Ethan gulped, twice, and let his back hit the toilet with a sigh.

"For your first time? That was incredible, kid..." The coyote smiled as he regained his breath. He glanced down, seeing the kid's tent now had a massive wet spot.

"So...where do you wanna cum-"

"Turn around."

"Oh?" The coyote turned, already having an idea of where this is going.

"I've...always wanted to do this..."

"Yeah?"

Jack pressed his hands to the wall. The beagle looked up, taking in the coyote's broad back and shoulders. The muscle definition followed down his lower back and hips, ending with those perfect dimpled cheeks. The coyote lifted his tail and slowly bent down, revealing his tight ring.

"I showered, so don't be afraid to- oh fuck!"

Ethan pressed his cold snout right in the middle of those two mounds. He huffed deeply, relishing in the scent before he pressed his tongue to the coyote's ring.

"D-Damn Ethan, color me surprised..." The coyote laughed, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of tongue-prodding-hole. He had to admit that it felt quite nice, especially with Ethan's moans providing pleasnt vibrations on his rear.

"The way you were moaning on my cock...didn't think you were an ass man..." Jack growled. He kept the domination up as he began thrusting his ass against the beagle's snout, prompting Ethan to wrap his arms around the coyote's waist. High pitched moans emanated from his ass, moans that sounded desperate for release.

"Kid, are you getting close?"

"Mmhmm..." Ethan moaned as his tongue broke past the coyote's tight hole, now sliding in and out through the ring. He began humping his head into the mounds, prompting Jack to back it up at that same pace. Ethan felt the pressure in his groin begin to grow...

"Think you could bust hands free?"

That very well may happen, at this rate. Every lick caused Ethan's cock to throb against the wet cotton, providing just enough stimulation to inch him closer to the edge. The coyote began to make sensual, rolling thrusts against the beagle's muzzle.

"I want to see that, kid. Fuck, just let it go, cum right in your boxers."

He reached a hand and gripped Ethan's head, pulling him in deeper. The beagle went into overdrive as those cheeks he was buried into began humping against his face in overdrive.

"You're liking this aren't you?"

Mmmhmm!"

"You like being an asslicker?"

"Mmm!"

"Then show me kid, let me feel you moan against my ring. Cum for me..." The coyote closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation as Ethan desperately flicked his tongue in the crevice, only interrupted by moans and huffed air. The throb in his cock became deeper, the pleasure began rising at a break neck pace. It was going to happen.

The beagle pressed his nose against the wet pucker and inhaled, taking in the clean yet manly scent. He had a vice grip on the coyote's legs, and with a loud muffled groan his cock began spurting cum in his drawers.

"Fuck yeah, kid, that's it" the coyote moaned, bending upright as the beagle moaned loudly against his pucker. Ethan didn't stop licking the man's asshole, even after his orgasm subsided.

After a half minute of letting the beagle make out with his butt, the coyote shuffled forward. Ethan leaned against the porcelain seat he was on, panting and utterly exhausted. The coyote bent down and put his underwear and pants back on, ignoring his newly formed boner as he looked at the kid with a hungry glare.

Looking down, Ethan found his underwear absolutely drenched. And yet underneath, his erection was fully stiff, exceptionally so. He looked up and found the coyote's gaze lock right on it.

"Oh, to be young..." the coyote sighed as he got down on his knees in front of the beagle.

Ethan widened his legs so the coyote could have direct access. The shirtless man placed a strong arm on each of the beagle's thighs as the coyote began leaning into the tent.

"W-what do you want to do?" Ethan asked, heart beating fast as Jack licked his lips. The coyote looked at him with a sultry grin.

"Well you seemed to enjoy going down on me so much...makes me wanna go down on you..." The coyote said as he dragged his tongue along the cum-soaked bulge.

Ethan gasped at the feeling, and got goosebumps as that large, strong tongue went inside the opening slit of his underwear. The tongue alone was able to fish out his cock through the slit, and now the pre-slickened, cum covered erection bobbed in front of the coyote's snout.

The beagle was at his mercy, dick twitching as it made contact with it's first tongue. He winced at the heat as the coyote started lapping on the shaft, each drag giving bursts of flavor from all the cum and pre. Jack enjoyed how it throbbed sporadically, bouncing in random directions as new pre began forming at the tip.

The smell was strong, and especially tangy. "You leak a lot, huh?"

"Y-yeah, I do..." Ethan moaned, watching the coyote press his thumb against the pool of pre on his tip, making a wet squelcing sound that bounced off the marble.

Jack slowly put the head in his mouth, milking that pre right from the source. He began bobbing his head back and forth, using his left hand to cradle and gently knead the beagle's nuts.

Unlike Ethan's inexperienced-yet passionate fellatio, the beagle knew the muzzle around him was skilled in this endeavor. Jack tilted his head, letting the cock slide on the roof of his mouth before aligning it down his throat.

He reminded himself this was his father's friend of all people doing this for him, which made Ethan's mind cloud with lust. "This is amazing..." He softly moaned, enjoying every sensation.

The coyote, meanwhile, was reveling in all the flavors hitting his tongue. It had been too long since he'd gone down on a man like this, and it felt especially good knowing he's Ethan's first.

Ethan began leaning back, pressing his groin into Jack's muzzle. The coyote decided to take it home and took the beagle's cock as deep as it could go, small tears forming on his clenched eyes. A loud gulp emanated from his mouth, and a moment later he started to bob his head on the beagle's lap with increased fervor. "Oh God, Jack I'm gonna cum soon...i-is it okay if I..."

The sandy gray ears flicked up, and Jack's baritone voice made a delectable moan, vibrating on his shaft. He didn't stop for a moment.

Ethan's vision began to blur, becoming overwhelmed at the pressure in groin, and mouth on his cock. The beagle began gasping, writhing around as he looked down. The coyote looked like he was in heaven, eyes shut as he bobbed his head on the shaft.

"I-I'm almost there! Oh, please don't stop..." The beagle cried out, thrusting his hips in time with the muzzle's downward motion. A slight plopping could be heard as Ethan began bucking into Jack's maw. He was right on the brink of orgasm when those piercing yellow eyes looked up at him, wordlessly encouraging the beagle to let go.

With that, a deep pressure burst within him. Shuddering, his cock began gushing into the older man's maw. Despite the overwhelming pleasure Ethan forced himself to look, making direct eye contact with Jack's piercing gaze as he gulped down his nut like a faucet. It was the hottest moment of his life so far, Jack's dominant stare coupled with the tender rubbing of his tongue against the pulsing shaft. Jack bobbed his head a few more time before he lifted himself up, his dick sliding out the mouth with a slight pop.

The coyote swallowed, and began panting for air.

"That...was hot as hell, ki-"

Jack was interrupted by the beagle pulling him in for a classic French kiss. Ethan tasted the tangy saltiness of his load as his tongue probed the older man's mouth. Jack himself was tasting just a hint of sweetness from his own load.

The beagle pulled away, his dreamy expression contrasting the coyote's surprised stare.

"Having fun there?"

"...Yes..." Ethan blushed, ignoring the man's laugh as he used toilet paper to clean up the spit on his cock.

"I'm just thankful your Dad didn't wake up."

"He sleeps like a rock. Fuck, I'm thankful for not locking the door..." Ethan thought out loud. The two looked at one another before they shared a laugh.

"Yeah, but let me tell ya; had no idea Rodger's kid swung that way. Hope you had fun, I know I did.

"I did too.." The two stared at one another before Jack broke away, giving an awkward cough.

"So, no word of this to your Dad?"

"Oh yeah, never, in a million years."

"...No matter how funny his reaction would be."

The beagle chortled at that. "Yes, everything stays in this room."

"Well not everything, we can't always use the bathroom for this kinda thing..." Jack said nonchalantly before yawning. Ethan took note of the coyote's words, implying this won't be a one-time occasion.

"Oof. Well, after all this I actually do still have to pee. And this rainstorm is going to have some thunder, if you catch my drift" he said, lifting a leg into a let-one-rip position.

Yup, that was enough to kill the remaning horniness of the ordeal. "Gross, I get it, I'll take my leave. Goodnight" Ethan said, his voice back to the irritated tone he often defaults too. He heard Jack's chuckle as he walked through the door, but before he could close it-

"Oh hey, Ethan, real quick!"

"What?" Ethan exclaimed as he re opened the door. The coyote pulled his pants down, hooking them underneath his ass as he bent forward.

"Just letting you soak in the view..."

The coyote said with a sway of his rear, happy to find Ethan's eyes wide as saucers. Despite himself the beagle couldn't stare away, from the shapely backside nor the sexy grin looking back at him. The hormonal whiplash annoyed the blushing dog, who just said "Goodnight!" before slamming the door.