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Mason walked through the woods, camera hanging from around his neck and bouncing ever so slightly as he moved. The paths he walked along were well kept by the parks services in the area and meant for hikers, runners, and those out on nature excursions. Along some of the paths were smaller, less kept trails meant for side vistas. They weren't official locations kept by the rangers, so they were the perfect sorts of places for nature photographs. These were the little trails that Mason was looking for as he walked along through the serene and rather quiet woods. Only the sound of nature and his footsteps echoed through the air.

He stood reasonably tall, an average height of five foot eight inches and wasn't anything physically special, not like the big stallions always at the gym or the slinkier deer and mustelids running along the trails. Mason's fur was a soft golden color, a little close to his skin creating a sleek and svelte look on the canine. He had long golden-brown hair, just a shade darker than his fur, and a little tuft of solid brown at the end of his tail. The rest of him was a fairly uniform color, though most of it was hidden with a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt, some socks, and some snug hiking shoes. The camera hanging around his neck wasn't a professional piece by any long shot, but it was designed to take rich photographs with vivid colors, many of which Mason had already taken.

In the warm afternoon sun, he moved along through the woods, listening to birds chirping, insects buzzing, and the soft rustle of wind through the trees. As he moved down the trail, a slow little rumble rose above the sound of the buzzing, causing him to perk his ears and listen more intently. It reminded him of the sound of rushing or falling water. He knew the park didn't have any rapids but it did have a few smaller waterfalls, so with his ears leading the way, he worked along the path, looking for the little trails and one that might lead him to a water scene.

The trail he was looking for took him nearly half an hour to find and was grown over, looking like it didn't see much in the way of foot traffic. He had to back-track a few times to finally spot it, down beneath some overhung branches and high, reedy grass.

Taking the path, Mason worked through the underbrush, passing a few tall rocks on his way and having to squeeze his way through some tight-fitting oaks bounded by a briar patch. He didn't want to risk ripping his clothing in the briars, so he took the tighter fitting tree path. The reward was worth it, though.

Just shortly past the tight little squeeze, he emerged into a small clearing beside a brook that curved around through the woods. He could hear the rumbling more clearly now, and looked upstream where the brook flowed from. The banks of the brook were well worn and showed a clear and solid rocky bank that had a slightly sandy shoreline closer to the edge of the water. In the sandy bank were footprints leading upstream.

Mason stared at them a moment, then began to work his way up the bank a little cautiously. He hadn't seen anyone else so far that day, so whomever was out here was likely someone that came a lot earlier than he had, possibly a runner or swimmer out for their weekend exercise deciding to take a rest by the waterfall.

The brook led Mason around a bend to a much wider clearing, this one dominated by a wide pool spreading out with the lazily flowing creek at the base. The pool filled from a waterfall descending from a short cliff and the brook above. The water wasn't foaming white and was instead a wide, steady cascade like a heavy rain. At the bottom, sitting in the base of the pool was a large stone sticking up from the water, worn smooth and slightly slanted from the ages of falling water.

And atop the stone was a large buck, naked, muscular, toned, and relaxing in the water's spray. The man was stretched out atop the rock, muscles on display, his toned legs spread to allow his massively ovoid balls and limp dick to hang down onto the rock. His fur was a soft brownish tan with the standard white underbelly that all deer had, male or female. Atop his head sat a pair of antlers, not especially wide or tall and clearly lightly filed down so the points were little more than softly rounded ends. The man hadn't noticed Mason yet as his eyes were closed.

The canine photographer stood staring for a long moment, mouth hung open in slight shock at the sight of the man in front of him. The other had no real expectation that he'd be intruded upon like this as the waterfall was very much off the beaten path. It was properly secluded and the sound in the air deafened the sound of Mason's approach.

So Mason lifted his camera from around his neck, centered in on the buck, and snapped a photo. It would be a lovely shot of nature and of a beautiful man. The camera made a click and a little whirr as the photo was snapped and the film advanced.

And in response, the buck opened his eyes, looked right to Mason, and smiled. He didn't say anything, instead shifting a little to sit up more, showing off the curve of his pecs, the roll of his abs, and the toned shape of his arms pushing himself up. His gaze lingered on Mason with soft brown eyes shining from the slight white around them. His nose twitched and a little smile spread on his muzzle. One hand reached down between his legs, cupped his balls, then slid up to his pinkish dick to wrap around it and lift it upwards, pointing it straight up as if it were already hard.

The buck pursed his lips, blew Mason a kiss, and then cocked a brow as if asking the man if he wanted to come over and enjoy what he'd stumbled upon.

Mason stood staring for a long moment, breathing heavily as a flush spread through his ears and his cheeks. The buck was offering him something that he didn't want to turn down, given how handsome the man was with his sleek and wet pelt and the clear bulge of muscle of a man who took care of himself.

Mason nodded and took a slow step through the sand, then looked down to the water. It was only a foot or two deep, so he eased back to the edge of the pool and began to disrobe, first taking his shoes off and setting them up on the pool's rocky edge. His shirt came next, then his shorts, both set atop the shoes, and finally the camera lightly bundled into the fabric to keep it safe.

By the time he had completely disrobed and looked back towards the buck, the other man's dick had grown hard and fat with veins crossing the surface in a pulsing map. The skin had grown from a slight pinkish to more of a reddish color as the cock hardened, and now standing fully erect, it looked like the buck would have to use both hands to jerk himself off, though Mason was certain that the man's dick would be going in his ass.

Crossing through the pool, he waded up to stand in front of the rock, looking to the buck's body with a little flush. "I ah... don't usually just let strangers fuck me, but you're gorgeous and we're all alone." His breath came in short little pants while his tongue threatened to loll from his mouth. The canine was worked up, and standing there, his pointed cock popped free of his sheath, rising slowly upwards with a bulging angry redness of arousal.

One of the buck's hands reached up to pat against one of his thighs in a welcome offering while a warm and deep voice spoke up, "Sebastian. I do it a lot. Climb up, pup. No one will ever know." His muzzle was creased in a wide and teasing smile and his eyes sparkled with mischief, and below, as his abs rose and fell with his breathing, his cock pulsed slowly in his grip. The fat reddish tip bulged outwards just slightly as a thick oozing dollop of precum rolled from its slit and down its underbelly.

Already, Mason could smell the buck's scent, strong and thick in the air like he had been working out and sweating all morning. That would likely explain the reason he was reclined naked on the rocks, taking a break and cooling down, but now the man was worked up and headed towards another bit of exercise. Mason could only nod in response as he climbed up and onto the rock, moving to straddle Sebastian's lap, "Mason. Nice to meet you."

Hands moved up to take hold of Mason's ass, gripping at them, squeezing, pulling the golden canine up and onto Sebastian's lap. The position shoved the buck's fat cock against Mason's own swollen dick. The two cocks rubbed slowly, one canine and pointed with a thick bulging knot at the base and sheath plugged up behind it, the other a long and thick pole with a fat crown at the end, a roll of foreskin bunched behind the head instead of a sheath.

Sebastian lifted his hands a little while maintaining his grip on Mason's ass, lifting the smaller man lightly upwards so that his hips could slide up and along the buck's swollen dick. It slid slowly under Mason's balls, slapped lightly against his taint, and then popped up behind him, gave another throbbing pulse, and was seated right between Mason's ass cheeks. Sebastian was wasting no time in moving the man into position atop him, preparing to push up and into him, to spread him open.

And that's what he did with a warm grunt and a little huff of breath. His tip shoved between Mason's cheeks, down into that valley until it nuzzled in against his pucker. The hidden entrance was warm, pliant, and Sebastian's leaking precum provided just enough lube to allow his dick to begin pushing upwards and into the canine. He let out a slight little grunt while looking up at Mason, watching the man twitch and moan just slightly, his tail raised and his mouth open in a pant.

The warm embrace of another man's body slid around Sebastian's cock as he pushed into Mason, stretching him slowly more and more open, deeper and deeper. As Sebastian's pulsing rod pushed further up and into Mason, the buck let out a warm little grunt of breath. His head lifted up ever so slightly and he looked down, watching the shape of a slight bulge travelling up Mason's stomach, the shape of his buried cock sliding through the canine man.

A tender whine slid from Mason's mouth as he pushed downwards onto Sebastian. "So big," he muttered out, warm and happy and full of cock. The pressure against his prostate made his dick strain and bulge a little as a streamer of watery pre lanced out of his cock and up along Sebastian's chest. Then another and another. The flow came in little pulses and jerks of his cock, like other men might cum, but Mason's flow was thin and watery for the moment, not sticky like Sebastian's had been. Mason looked down with a light flush, watching his prespunk pool onto Sebastian's chest only to be lightly washed off by the spray of water falling from above.

"Ah... guess it's good the water's here. Won't leave too much of a mess," came Mason's voice, rolling ever so slightly in time with the buck's thrusts and his own rolling hips.

Sebastian nodded, snorting through his wide black nose, "Yeah. I won't need to worry about a shower after you pop."

Mason's ears perked up and his eyes went wide as a moaning gasp rose from his lips, "P..pop?! You're going to pop me?" He looked down to Sebastian who looked up with a wide grin on his face, broad teeth showing in that knowing smile.

He gave a playful little shrug and humped upwards, hard into Mason, cramming his dick into the man as if to emphasize the point. He didn't respond in any manner other than to hump harder while his hands moved to take hold of Mason's cock and stroke at it.

The touch made Mason whine out again as his dick bulged once more, thick knot swelling slightly. Sebastian's fingers wrapped around it, pulled behind it and lightly shoved Mason's sheath back so he could properly complete his grip. The fingers on that red bulb began to squeeze and massage, knead at it in slow little strokes while his other hand jerked Mason off. His digits slid up and down the canine's cock, squeezing together around his pointed tip before loosening in a sharp thrust downwards. At the same time, Sebastian's hips pushes upwards, his pace growing steadily quicker and heavier.

The sound of fat balls slapping against an ass rose into the air, still muffled by the waterfall, but not so much so that the two fucking on the rock couldn't hear the steady, rhythmic slapping sound, wet and full and firm. It made Mason's ass cheeks tingle slowly and slightly, the weight of those balls all but telling how much of a load Sebastian had to blow. The steady pressure kept up against his prostate and Mason's precum kept spurting. He didn't move to pull off of Sebastian.

As the buck's cock slid in and out of Mason's ass, it pressed hard against the canine's prostate, milking and kneading it, and all too soon Mason's knot was ballooning outwards. His mouth fell open and he started to pant hard, shuddering as cum lanced out of his cock and up along Sebastian's chest, splattering the man's pecs and nipples, his abs and stomach in that warm white dog spunk. Sebastian looked down to watch Mason cum on him, watched as those thin ropes kept getting hit with water and rolling down towards the rock, washing away. The sight made Sebastian grunt out loudly, "Almost there... ready to pop, pup?"

Mason was too lost in his own orgasm to protest, and even had he been able to, he wouldn't have. Sebastian was handsome, studly, had massive balls, and smelled amazingly. It was everything Mason could do to not just whimper out like a bitch in heat and nod his head.

The sudden burst of heat flooded up and into Mason's ass as Sebastian gripped down against his cheeks, squeezing them, snorting loudly in a possessive rutting blast of air from his nose. His orgasm casued his dick to bulge outwards, the underbelly swelling as a massive wave of cum pulsed up from his twitching and jerking oval nuts.

The pulse of cum flooded into Mason's gut, filled his belly, and made it sag forward against Sebastian's stomach. The golden furred stomach bulged, swelled, and jiggled fatter and fatter, his belly button popping outwards with a gentle little pop. Mason watched as his dick disappeared under the weight of his swelling hide, though his orgasm didn't stop. It was just that he was humping his own growing cum gut instead of Sebastian's hand.

Steadily as the buck's load continued to flow, Mason watched as his stomach spread to the sides, lifted and puffed, then his chest lifted up and outwards, swelling, thickening to match the growing ball of his belly. His whole torso pushed outwards in a rounding bulk like a balloon swelling and growing. He whined again, desperate, overwhelmed by the feeling of cum pumping into him and through him and promising to turn him into a few scraps and a massive wave of spunk. His eyes were wide at the sight, staring as his fur parted slightly, revealing his pink skin beneath.

Beneath him, Sebastian held on tightly to the man's growing, doughy ass cheeks swelling like two massive rising loaves of bread. They grew softer and softer in Sebastian's fingers until the flesh overflowed Sebastian's grip and he had to let go so that Mason's jiggling and wobbling ass cheeks could sag down onto his thighs and balls. The canine's legs gave a jiggling shudder and began to swell, puffing and thickening, pushing together around Sebastian's own thighs. More and more the buck became hidden by the swelling man atop him.

Mason, meanwhile, had started to pant harder, had started to whine slightly. His neck was thickening and swelling while cum bubbled from between his lips. "You're really popping me!" he said as he licked his lips, tasting Sebastian's cum oozing from his lips. He lifted his hands to touch his face only to find that his fingers had swollen, puffed outwards into thickening logs. His hands had grown rounded and his arms bulged to the sides, growing and jiggling as they too swelled. He gasped sharply, staring at his extremities, "I'm gonna burst!"

Sebastian nodded eagerly, his hands moving up to stroke along Mason's gut, his rounding chest, his bulging and swelling sides, his fat arms. He groaned out a deep breath, "Pop for me, puppy. Let me see you die on my load and then watch your cumslime wash down the water." Saying that, he watched as Mason's face puffed up and outwards, his lips growing fatter, his head more and more rounded.

The growing bubble of deer cum stroked his face slowly, gently, feeling the way his body was growing softer and tighter, the way his entire form tingled and strained with pleasure. A heated gurgle slid from his lips. He nodded again, his whole form jiggling, his head wobbling back and forth while his eyes bulged and swelled from his head. Mason felt the growing strain inside of him, could hear the creaking of his hide through the rush of cum through his balloon body over the sound of the water. He knew what was coming, he was going to explode and paint the buck in a massive wave of cum, all that would be left of him.

Cum sprayed from his nose, leaked from his ears and around his orb-like eyes, dribbled from his perked nipples, and with a sudden BANG he gave out, exploded in a wet and messy pop that sent a rush of hot white and little scraps of dog flooding down onto Sebastian, over the rock, and into the water.

The pool flooded white instantly and Sebastian gasped sharply, happily as the pressure was relieved from atop him. He lay on the rock, panting as his dick continued to fountain cum up and into the air. Water cascaded down onto him, slowly causing the white mess of cum to roll off of his slick hide, down into the water, and away.

Half an hour later, by the time Sebastian finished cumming, the only thing to show that Mason had ever been there was a pile of clothing and a camera sitting on the shore. Not even a slight stain of white or scrap of fur or hide remained in the pool's gently flowing water.