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This is a furry adult story containing gay males in sexual situations as well as explicit language and descriptions. No kids are allowed so this story is only for those who are 18/21 or whatever the age is at your legislation. If you are not of the legal age, you shouldn't view this story because you might lose your innocence. Also, by browsing this story you have done so by your own consent and wish to view such material. if you do not wish to view such material you should leave this site immediately.

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Heyah all!

I was starting to feel like that the latest installment of the series might have needed just a little bit extra bit of goodness added, so I decided, what the heck, and make it into its own mini-update, since if I'd just go and add the bit up to the original chapter, people might miss it. Thus, here it is everyone, special goodness for you all! A proper update will follow soon enough!

If you're a new reader, you can read all about these Dobies at the past installments.

Dedicated to all my readers, of course, and my commentators!

If you like, please take the minimal effort to fav, vote or comment, and you'll make my day!

Happy pawings!

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The air reeked of cum and musk and gun oil as we took a breather, poised there on the workbench. Brock's heavy ass rested against my thighs and belly, and his cum-soaked innards still gave me an occasional hot tug. It seemed like his body was trying to get rid of my thick cock lodged inside his well-bred rump, but it was a vain attempt due to the fact that my knot was more than firmly locked within that hot tunnel just beyond the ring of his tailhole.

It felt right to have my cock in there, right where Brock had told me to put it, and we had both received great pleasure from that act. Our balls had been drained of their musky offering and it stained Brock's chest and now my arm, too, since I held onto him, and felt his massive chest rise with his harsh breathing.

I lifted my head a little to give Brock's ear another lap and he flicked it at me and huffed.

"Getting comfortable there?" the Dobie ask me gruffly, and I felt my cheeks heat up from his tone.

Of course I felt comfortable. I was with Brock, and we had done pleasurable things together. His body felt big and safe and hot under my arms and paws and all over and on the inside, too. He was just perfect, and smelled so damn good wherever I pushed my nosepad onto. He smelled like a real man, all perfectly musky and sweaty and virile. Hell, he smelled like he could impregnate the girls of a whole small town with his potent seed and his always ready cock.

That big slab of dogmeat was pinned between my fleshy arm and his belly, and I had to resist the urge to simple grab it and play with him a little. I knew we had to calm down and get me out of his tail and then get clean up before we had to quickly rejoin everyone at the barracks.

"Yeah, I'm comfortable...how about you, soldier boy?" I smirked and snorted against his sensitive ear while I gave his hips a little shove from mine.

I knew that with him bearing his weight down on him I had no chance to actually move him around, but he sure must have felt it deep inside his tail end while my cock pushed deeper into his sloppy tunnel.

The big Dobie on top of me grunted and I felt his stubby tail flick and his body heaved a little as he turned his head around and glared at me.

"Keep it down, wuff," he spoke to me, baring his teeth.

I felt his breath over my face, and it only intensified my flush. I gave his chest a little squeeze with my paws and snuffled at him.

"Okay," I whispered roughly, settling down again.

I rested my forehead against Brock's shoulder and simply relaxed for a while, trying to concentrate on steady breaths and not to the continued feeling of my cock pulsing inside Brock. He was mostly still on top of me besides a couple of shifts as he moved slightly, likely trying out whether he could make my knot slip out of him. He hadn't succeeded so far since my big knot was still firm and big and most importantly, fully stuck up his spitroasted piece of Dobie beef. His tail twitched.

I kissed Brock's shoulder through the fabric of his shirt and smiled secretly.

"I'm a keeper," I smirked privately, my voice low and rumbling as I teased him with my words and the warmth of my lips over his shoulder.

Brock clicked his tongue.

"Now you tell me," he huffed. "I ought to have just pawed you off."

"It wasn't me deciding to stick it up yours," I replied, my chin nestling to Brock's wide shoulder.

"That it certainly wasn't," his rough voice replied, and again I felt his body flex as he tried to lift himself off me unsuccessfully.

"If you stop teasing it like that, it oughtn't take more than ten, fifteen minutes," I told him, looking at the side profile of the Dobie in whatever light we had.

He was grimacing, and his ears were flat, and he just sat back at me again fully.

"We gotta get moving," he spoke then, "there's no fucking way I'm going to be late from Shit, Shower and Shave and again get put up to do the laundry duty."

"So go," I told, snorting at his insistence. "It's your ass, not mine."

"Shut up, Griggs," Brock hissed, and I felt his body tense as he moved and placed his paws on either side of himself, near my thighs.

I wondered what he was about to do, but then I heard a loud growl rising from his chest, and his hot interior clenched on my shaft when his massive thighs flexed, and then I felt a strong pressure on myself again when the dog on top of me applied all his strength to his task. I bit my teeth together as I realized what he was about to do, and let go of his torso, my paws falling to the sides as the Dobie grunted and with a loud and obscene popping sound, followed by a slurp, my knot forced its way backwards through his tailring.

Brock's momentum pushed him clear off me, and I heard a quiet thud when he landed on the floor and almost tripped over, and I gasped and hissed as my still mostly hard cock slapped wetly against my belly. My supersensitive skin hit my abs, and I grunted at the feeling of that dripping organ pulsing there.

Brock stood up to his full in front of me, and could ogle at his giant, beautiful form while he was still, his breaths coming out as hot grunts between his teeth. I saw that his ears were flat and a giant paw had instinctively moved to press against his ass and cover his crack, as if he was trying to protect that tender part of him from further harm.

"Goddamn FUCK Griggs!" he hissed, and I heard the jingle-jangle of his belt buckle against the concrete floor when he shuffled around, his pants still in a bundle around his knees.

He looked a little bit ridiculous even as the dark shape as he was, slightly bent over as he rubbed his hind end and glared at me, teeth bared.

"A goddamn fine one it was," I replied, smirking as I heaved myself onto my own footpaws, standing there with my slightly wobbly knees after being seated for so long and subjected to a hard exercise. Sweat matted my shirt and my belly was a mess of cum where my cock had spread it copiously.

He didn't give me any warning but a growl, and Brock was on me, his arms wound around me as he yanked me onto him, and a massive paw pressed onto the back of my neck as he forced my face against his chest. I let out a muffled groan of protest and clasped with my paws onto his sides, but Brock held me down firmly, pressing me into place as he wished. My nosepad was smeared with his cum on his shirt, and all I could smell and taste was cum, cum, cum and Brock and musk. I let myself go very still and pushed my shoulders down, signaling my submission to him.

I felt his teeth against the top of my head, and his saliva dripped against my scalp as he simply held me down, his breaths bringing deep growls when the Dobie grappled me with all his strength. He was holding me so strongly it almost hurt, and for a while I wondered if he was planning to punish me for stepping over my mark somehow. He simply hissed and held me in that almost crushing soldier's embrace.

Finally the pressure was relieved, and he let me look up to him, and I saw his eyes gleam in the dark, and he no longer had his teeth bared.

"You be a good doggie now, Jack?" his dangerous voice demanded of me, and I gave him a rough "yeah."

"Good," he snorted, and I felt his fingerpads firmly on the back of my thick neck again. "Clean me up now."

Then his paw gave me a little, slow push, and my muzzle was pressed against his sticky chest.

I didn't even try to speak but simply did as he told me. I opened my maw and let my tongue slip out of between my teeth as I began to lap over his chest, replacing the dampness of his cum with that of my spit. He still kept his paw in place around at my neck, but he let me move more freely as I simply moved around slowly, licking up more of his salty cum. Brock kept rumbling quietly during this and I knew he was enjoying it, so I kept special care when I moved my muzzle over his left nipple and gave it a kiss through the fabric, and lapped over the wet spot to make it even better.

"Nggghhhh...," he grunted, and I smiled softly against his chest while I breathed in his funky scent and let another glob of cum melt under my tongue in my maw, where a messy cocktail of spit and cum had formed. I wanted to save it up for just a moment so that I could get all of that familiar taste.

It wasn't enough for Brock, though, who soon caught my jaw and tipped my head up.

"I think I need more cleaning up somewhere else, wuff," he snorted, and stepped away from me.

I watched with my eyes agape as he came to stand by me by the workbench, his paws braced against the top, while his legs were spread and he looked at me sideways. His hips were pushed back, and I saw his hard cock bob in front of him and almost touch the surface of the workbench.

"So, get to it, Jack," he rumbled and huffed.

I gave him an obedient nod and moved behind Brock before I got onto my knees.

I hissed at the feeling of cold concrete, and with some huffing and shuffling I pulled my pants about halfway up, so that I had at least that comfort for myself while I was hunched there, my eyes staring at the formidable backside of private Brock Stahlman.

Even in the minimal light of the storage room I could see a streak of white against the backdrop of his darker fur, a line of musky-smelling liquid that had tricked down his crack and over his ballsac after my knot had been forcefully removed from his tailhole. I knew it was my cum, and the musk of rut filled my nose as I just breathed, and before I even noticed I had my tongue out of my maw.

Again I cursed the lack of proper lighting so that I could see everything I wanted, but my imagination was a strong tool, and combined with my sense of smell it quite happily filled the gaps. Brock wanted me to do that thing to him again, the one I had done before when he had squatted his ass onto my face when we were at that motel room. I couldn't have resisted that offer even if he had told me I couldn't do it.

He wanted me to.

Fucking damn I wanted to.

I shuffled minutely closer and put my paws to his hips, and I felt those hard muscles up while I simply breathed in the mixed musk. it made my maw dry. I had to wet it somehow.

Brock's growl caught in his throat when my tongue snaked slickly over his ball sac, up and down, once, twice, three times I went up and down and licked up the trickle of cum from his balls. There was a strange additional tang to the fluid that must've come from the goddamned gun oil, but it wasn't strong enough to hinder on my enjoyment. I licked again and let it be louder than necessary, slurping over his messy crack. I licked up over the matted furs of that messy crevice while my paws played with his ass. I kneaded and fondled those thick, fleshy halves of his rump, and it felt even better than usual, and the dog above me kept letting out sounds of enjoyment.

I pressed onto his ass cheeks with my thumbs to expose him better, and pushed my muzzle better into that crack as it widened upwards. His musk was making my head swim, and all I could was lick even more intently over his flesh. I was up to his meaty hole by then, and that loosened muscle was clenching rhythmically while I lapped around his crack. Each swipe of my tongue over his hole caused another of those twitched, and his movements forced drops of cum out of him.

I felt that ring of muscle pucker up under my lips while I ate him out, my tongue practically grooving so that a constant flow of cum into my maw was ensured. My thick tongue pressed against that hole, and with another pulse it admitted my tongue, and I gasped when I felt his muscle practically suck on me. I tipped my head back a little and was treated with an almost mawful of hot cum from within Brock, and madly, I swallowed all he gave me, and Brock grunted as he felt my tongue go for another pass. My cock throbbed hard between my spread , squatted thighs, and it was a slightly sore feeling, being so aroused right after cumming, but I didn't care.

"Ohh, fuck...," I heard Brock growl somewhere far away, it seemed, and I suddenly felt a paw on the back of my head, and I lifted myself up, wondering what he wanted now.

The big Dobie turned around and with a wet smack, his cock hit the side of my head and my muzzle, leaving a wet smear over my face furs. I huffed at the feeling, but his paws were already on my shoulders and beckoning me to get up.

I stood up to my full height again, and I felt Brock's paw on the back of my neck pull us into a kiss while I pushed our bodies together. Our cocks pressed into each others' bellies, and I gasped against Brock's lips when his other massive paw pushed between our bodies and caught us both into an iron grip.

One of my paws grabbed his ass and the other went around his chest as I held onto him, and the horny Dobie gave me no respite before he started to thrust his cock in the iron grip of that paw. His hot flesh rubbed all along the length of my cock, and the supersensitive flesh jolted and practically complained from all the pleasure it was being subject to. I would've spoken that to him but his tongue muffled any words I might have had. That fleshy appendage circled my tongue and got a cummy coating as a reward. All I could do was to grunt against his lips and tried to hump into his paw.

My hot knot thumped against his paw as we dry-fucked each other. Our dirty chests were pushed close, and we shared our breath and our vocalizations rumbled through both of us. I simply could not stop humping into his hold, into Brock. It was him stroking us, it was Brock setting our pace, and giving us both this pleasure, and I was his captive again, held in check by his hot , pleasurable grip.

Our horny growling soon reached its peak, and I grabbed onto Brock's hot form when I felt cum boiling in my balls, and he couldn't have been far off since soon he was really hammering his hips against mine and snarled into our kiss. Crazily panting, we dashed into our orgasm, with cum pouring out of our rut-mad cocks. The hot stream spurted over our Brock's knuckles and made an even worse mess of our shirts, but by then that hardly mattered. He even kept pawing us off throughout while we drooled and grunted and generally debauched each other.

I was going in for another kiss when I finally felt Brock give me a little shove with his elbow, and I stepped back, breathless.

I know he was leering at me in the darkness, because I saw a glimpse of the white of his teeth in the dark.

"You taste damn funky, doggie," he grunted.

"That's your ass talking."

Brock harrumphed, and as I watched, he took off his shirt and tossed the smelly thing at my face.

"Let's get going before something other than our balls and asses get busted."

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*swwooosssshhhh*

"Fetch me that soap, Arnett?"

"Yeah, sure, Griggs, there we go!"

"Darn man, you dropped it, Griggs!"

*sigh*

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Keep on the lookout for a proper very special anniversary special installment of the series in near future!

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