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Hello y'all!

The first Dobie bro story was well-received, and I decided to give it another shot this time. Nothing fancy, but a nice little Sunday story to keep everyone reading, of course! *chuckle*

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"Hmmmmph!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Uh, yeah, fuck me harder, it's so big, it's so huge!"

"Take it, bitch!"

Rick was pounding Kevin's ass hard, standing up and hilting his cock inside the Dobie's ass with each hard thrust that kept the smaller canine yelping out a little whenever he felt the huge cock slip deeper into his rump. Kevin was bracing against the row of lockers against the wall of the high school locker room, his claws rapping against the painted steel whenever his body flexed, fighting the butt-pounding that was putting such a strain on his sweaty, aroused body. His ears were poking out of their slots in the football helmet he wore, and whenever Rick thrust hard into Kevin's sloppy hole, the helmet banged against the wall, making a loud sound that rang off the tiled walls. Rick's paws held firmly to the Dobie dude wearing football pads and a shirt with a big white number 15 on the back on the blue shirt, but below the waist, he was naked and exposed for Rick to do anything he wanted with the canine's hot ass.

"So big...ahhh...you're spreading me open good...it's so deep...I feel it in my throat..."

Rick grunted and pumped even harder, his stubby tail flicking as he thrust hard into the gripping little asshole he had so eagerly pushed into to, to get his cock into somewhere nice and warm and slippery. Kevin's slutty little butt was tight and hot and gripped all around him, squeezing down on the hard, thick inches belonging to the big Dobie wearing a camo-patterned shirt and nothing else and fucking the young Dobie with all his might. His tongue was hanging out of his muzzle as he panted, concentrated only on the hot sex he was getting from the butt that had almost magically appeared in front of him while he entered the locker room planning to get a shower.

It was all too easy, and Kevin was all too willing to get a thick prick under his tail and get pounded so hard that he'd probably not sit for a week, but that's how it went for him. His own cock had lost none of its hardness, not even when the thick cock pierced through his fingered hole and filled him up to the brim with hot cock belonging to the bodybuilder Dobie pumping deeply into his ass. The thick shaft pistoned in and out of his tight hole, shafting into Kevin's hot little bud with remarkable speed and causing his own cock to throb. Sometimes his cock even slapped against the cold metal of the locker door, making Kevin hiss and grunt even harder , and not only from the massive cock filling out his butt on every teeth-clattering thrust coming from the rear-ramming Dobie behind him.

"Thhat..nghh...is...fucking...ridiculous!" Rick punctuated his hissed words with deep, ball-slapping thrusts into Kevin's appropriately lubricated anus.

"Ugh...I...know!" Kevin panted, his moans a constant now, as was the drizzle of pre from his own swaying dick.

Rick groped over the bent-over Dobie's ripped belly and felt it up, sliding his paw over the hot muscles that might not have been as big as his own oversized bulges covering his whole tall dark-furred frame, but it was still enough to make the cum boil in his balls. Rick's huge hips flexed with each and every pounding thrust he made into Kevin's tight and often-visited asshole, spreading out the ring-shaped muscles like a rubber band whenever the obscenely thick shaft speared the impaled Dobie's ass wide open. His huge, fleshy knot pushed against that once-tight asshole on each and every hard thrust he gave for the bruised butt, and Rick knew that it was soon going to end up very messily alright.

The butt-banging intensified by the minute, muscles ached, sweat covered their buff bodies and the musk in the locker room grew so strong that you could have probably bottled it and sold it for great profit. The low-hanging balls slapping against one another and the sounds of Kevin's helmeted had smacking against the locker door were the main noises, along with their own grunts and loud breaths.

Rick wound his arms around Kevin's midriff and leaned closer to him, pushing their bodies flush while he still kept up the steady pumping of his hips against the smaller Dobie's exposed ass.

"Gonna tie you bitch, gonna hump your tight little butt, Kev...you want my knot?"

"Yes, ah, yes coach, yes!"

Rick growled deeply and put his cock into high gear and went into town at it, switching the hardness of his thrusts up to maximum as he ground his huge knot against the hole that seemed way too small to take anything that big inside it. It didn't seem to be much, however, because after half a dozen massive thrusts, the whole swollen thing forced its way through the abused pucker and was swallowed into the tight rectum beyond, squeezing down massively on the huge prick spreading him open wider than ever before.

"Ahhh...it's too big...!!"

Rick squeezed his arms tightly around the panting male and began to final humps he knew were going to bring him over the edge and make him blow his nut into the willing Dobie taking him up the ass.

"I...fucking...know!" Rick grunted loudly and liked it, as his balls almost began to ache from bouncing so hard against Kevin's taint.

The battening ram of a cock had already pulverized Kevin's prostate by the time the knot joined in and pushed against it. It was a final straw for the Dobie who tensed up and felt his cock began to throb and spit cum all over the locker door, his own knot swelling up even more when the internal stimulation pushed the subby Dobie into an anal orgasm.

"Ahhh...ahhh..Rick!"

The big buff Dobie did not answer but simply slammed his hips against Kevin's as hard as he could and grunted deeply when the familiar burst of electricity coursed from the tip of his cock all the way to his own sweaty asshole under his tail, burning through his body as the orgasm grew and was then released. His steamy body flexed and continued humping into Kevin's tight tail, while his balls drew close to his body and spilled more and more cum into the Dobie's flooded back passage. The knot jammed inside his rump kept it from leaking out for now, but nonetheless, Kevin had shot enough to paint the locker door white, and the musk coming off that puddle of spunk was enough to fill both of their noses with the musky scent of two males fucking each other silly.

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Rick lifted his head from Kevin's shoulder, his tall ears flat and his brow knit into a frown as he checked out the room. The only sound was Kevin's continued panting, and Rick's own little huffs that came on his exhalations, telling the big Dobie that he had pushed his body to the limits while fucking Kevin hard in the ass. His cock still throbbed pleasantly inside that tight hole.

"For fuck's sake," Rick grunted.

Kevin didn't react.

Rick tapped the back of the white football helmet with his chin.

"Yo, bro!"

Kevin's ears flicked and snapped against the helmet.

"Huh?" his voice sounded ragged.

Rick gave his hips a small forward shove, to rouse Kevin's attention for good.

"I said, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Rick bit down on the younger Dobie's ear.

Kevin snorted.

"No need to shout, bro!"

"And quit that bro stuff," Rick huffed. "He wanted this to be a locker room scene."

Kevin chuckled.

"Well I don't mind...he gave me muscles for this," the newly buff Dobie grinned privately inside the helmet that obstructed the view on his head for most part, besides the ears.

"Exactly!" Rick huffed as his paw stroked over the sweaty, cum-stained belly belonging to Kevin. "You were a total geek and a slob in the last story and now suddenly you've got a sixpack!"

"Murr," Kevin spoke, flicking his ears with amusement.

Rick snorted.

"Did he never hear about consistency?"

"I dunno, maybe he's just having fun with us," Kevin mused.

Rick scratched the back of his thick neck briefly, trying to ease some tension that had gathered there during the recent butt banging sessions.

"Yeah, right, what a mangled mess we are," he grunted. "Dobie bros, one pretending to be a coach, one suddenly muscular wearing football gear for maximum fetish effect, locker room...and what's with the camo?!"

Kevin chuckled and wriggled his butt against Rick's slick crotch.

"BOBB proves that everyone digs military Dobies," he snuffled.

"I'm an accountant!" Rick snorted. "Not a soldier and not a coach!"

"Coach Wilkes is so hot....," Kevin practically purred. "I cummed three times reading that story and fantasized it was him doing me when you did me in the ass, Rick."

Rick snorted.

"Whut? Am I not hot enough for you as I am?" he gave his hips a purposeful shove that brought satisfying grunts from the Dobie who still had his ass wrapped around a thick and very well-endowed-with-a-knot kind of a canine cock swimming in the spunk pooling up inside him.

Kevin chuckled.

"I just happen to like the idea of Coach Wilkes in my rump more than you, Rick."

Rick growled.

"Then he should've just written something where Coach Wilkes humps you and leave me alone."

Kevin smirked annoyingly inside his helmet, and instead communicated with his ears and his butt, squeezing his dilated anus around the thick shaft keeping him spread open and plugged. Rick hissed between his teeth.

"But maybe he wanted to do with a buff Dobie for once."

"He always does stuff with buff Dobies! Besides, he was lazy in general today."

"Oh?" Kevin, his tongue lolling lazily out of his muzzle, asked.

"No plot, no run-up, just a whole lot of bareback hot canine sex in the locker room," Rick snuffled. "Where's the plot?"

Kevin chuckled.

"I thought the idea of this story is that first he writes the sex and then the plot, and the plot ideas is that somehow the characters involved in the one-smut have a will of their own, and keep conversing after the sex is over and the story has pretended to have ended with his end notes and cheerio!"

Rick waved his paw at the ceiling and its bright incandescent tubes.

"Cheerio to you, Gruffy then! I'm stuck here in this bozo now!" Rick slapped the impaled butt for emphasis.

Kevin shook his head a little.

"He does too little post-sex scenes, I think this is quite the nice change from the end quip he does," Kevin commented.

Rick huffed.

"Maybe I don't want to be involved in one of these, it's much easier when it just ends and you don't have to worry about the clean-up part or the fact that you gotta wait for the knot to come down for twenty minutes," the big Dobie groused.

Kevin chuckled loudly.

"Well he didn't write the part too where I showed a hose up my butt to give myself a pre-anal-sex enema so that we can just do it porn-style and bareback. He never writes much about anal hygiene anyway."

Rick made a face.

"It's not really meant to be part of porn now is it?" his cock throbbed inside the minty rear.

"Probably not unless you get turned on by that kind of stuff. And he only writes vanilla stories, really."

"That's his loss," Rick grunted and gave his cock an experimental pull, to see how much his knot was still engorged inside the butt he had stuck into.

"Hmph!" Kevin exclaimed as he felt the familiar tugging sensation around his hot ring. "It's still too big!"

"I know," Rick snuffled. "You wanna sit down maybe or something, Kev?"

"Yeah, sure," the Dobie replied.

Rick maneuvered them so that he could sit down on one of the benches and have the other Dobie sitting down on his lap, impaled on the huge cock deeply imbedded in his rump. Kevin let out a deep sigh when the pressure inside him grew momentarily as the blunt tip was pushed deeper into him by the very virtue of gravity, as he sat down properly. Rick's arms were still around him, holding him close and immobile, for their mutual comfort.

"These feel kinda cool, you know?" Kevin spoke after a moment.

"Whut?"

Kevin chuckled.

"These pads. They feel kinda hot on me," Kevin mused.

Rick snorted.

"You perv."

"Guess it's part of the locker room fetish, pads."

"Don't think he ever did pads before."

"Don't care," Rick snuffled. "I just want to get out of you and get a shower and get home."

Kevin pushed one of his paws under his jaw and released the strap of the helmet to take it off, and put it off to the side, moving gingerly so as not to cause the thick cock inside him move too much and cause possible discomfort, when oversensitive flesh was stimulated. He sighed out, pleased to have his head free of the heavy padded thing, and then turned a little, to look at Rick over his shoulder.

"I think I liked the cap from the last story a bit more," he smiled.

Rick snuffled.

"You know what I think about that."

Kevin shrugged.

"Yep," he scratched on an itch over his thigh, and tried to relax despite the feeling of sitting on a fire hydrant.

They sat quietly for a whole before neither of them spoke again.

"Thanks for the sex, though," Rick rumbled.

Kevin's ears perked, and he resumed peeking over his shoulder at the taller Dobie sitting behind him.

"Well it's pretty nice for me too, so thanks to you too, Rick," he said, with a little smile.

Rick tried smiling back, and didn't do too bad a job at it.

"What do you do for a living when you're not starring in ridiculous one-smuts?"

Kevin chuckled mildly.

"I'm a male model."

Rick's eyes widened.

"Whut?"

Kevin snickered.

"Nah, not really, I work at a call center."

"Ahh...IT helpdesk?"

"Insurance help line," Kevin chuckled. "But I do this for fun."

"Right," Rick nodded. "Guess it's the same for me too."

Kevin smiled a little, back to him.

"Well, we get a good, hard fuck out of it, even though we may have to go through some ridiculous motions to get there," the Dobie mused.

Rick chuckled.

"That's right, I suppose. You've got a great ass, Kev."

Kevin's stubby tail flicked with delight at the compliment.

"Nothing to complain about you either," Kevin replied. "Except maybe...uh..."

Rick cocked an ear at the Dobie.

"Yeah?"

"Well...uh...call me old-fashioned but I'd really like to get to know the guy I'm screwing with, so....well..Rick...would you like to go out and have a coffee with me?"

Rick couldn't help but smile at the cuteness of the buff Dobie's clumsy approach, and gave his belly a small rub in reply.

"He kind of owes us some coffee and rest after all this anal business," Rick snuffled.

"Ditto," Kevin smiled.

"In that case, I think coffee might be alright."

"That's nice," Kevin smiled tentatively, wagging his tail in a manner that caused his ass to clamp down on Rick again, rhythmically, making him growl.

Rick pushed his fingers flat over Kevin' belly and snuffled.

"Hold still, now, though, or I'll never get that knot out of you, man!"

"Okay...bro!"

Rick huffed.