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Hey! Just someting i wrote up a bit back--I guess everyone has to do a gym scene...right? Well, hope mine suffices for your tastes and that you enjoy!

I must be crazy I think to myself. I watch as Jackson, a German shepherd walks out of the locker room and smiles over at me, "See you tomorrow Vance,"

I smile and nod while throwing in a good-bye wave, "You bet Jackson!" I reply. As soon as he leaves my eyes go over to the work-out room where a Bernese mountain dog is working out. Being the owner of the gym I know that his name is Nate Burgess and that he's thirty-two, weighs two hundred twenty, is six feet tall, and works as a jeweler down the block.

Compared to Jackson who just left Nate is hardly buff. If I had to guess I'd say Jackson has maybe four percent body fat while Nate could easily be around mid-twenties percentage. For his speices I'd assume that is relatively good, it gives him a bit of heft while not making it seem like, for his specific body type, that he is actually unhealthy. I try not to oogle at him too much but I have to admit it's pretty hard not to.

I wonder if it's a mountain dog thing or if Nate is just a naturally sweaty guy. Everytime I watch him going towards the locker room he's really sweaty--sure a lot of guys are, but I just notice Nate more. He's only been coming here for about two weeks and it doesn't seem he's really lost any weight--which is good for my eyes. I watch as he puts the weights down and leans back up and looks in my direction. I try to make as if I was just glancing over at him but it's obvious I had been staring.

Nate looks at me and then around the gym, "Sorry...is it closing time?" he asks, in a relatively rough voice.

"Deep bass voice to boot," a voice says.

I glance over and see Scott, the co-owner and a good friend of mine winking at me. I roll my eyes, "Shut-up Scott,"

"Come-on...you're a big strong wolf...you aren't scared of the little doggy are you,"

"He's not little," I reply and look back at Nate, so as to not disclude him from social contact, "You're fine...just do what you want," I tell him then look back at Scott a panther who I've known since grade school. It was a bit of humor that we've gone into business together.

"You like that he's not little don't you?"

"Maybe...what's it to you?" I reply, smirking a bit.

"You going to hit on him?" Scott asks me. He looks over at Nate who is curling a twenty pound dumbbell and smiles, "He's not bad on the eyes,"

"You're straight," I tell Scott.

"True," he says and looks down at his wedding ring with a small smirk and grins at me. "I think we all know that I'm not a tail-lifter,"

"No, but it hasn't stopped you from letting guys lap at your cock," I shoot back at him. That makes him scowl--he hates when I bring that up; he does it as he says 'in desperate times' which I know means he and his wife are arguing.

"Only in desperate times but you're about as straight as a circle...I think I know what you like by now Vance,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah...you're just a big, bad, strong grey wolf whose looking for the right doggie to put him in his place,"

I blush heavily and throw a towel at the feline, "Shut-up!"

Scott just laughs and begins to go through the nightly clean up around the gym. I hear him say 'nailed it' as he walks away. He kind of did. I'm a grey wolf and I guess I'm pretty strong. I have a bit of definition but not so much that I'm like a bodybuilder--just enough to let the average looker know I work out. My eyes go back to the weight room and I don't see Nate anywhere. I cock my head and wonder if I missed him.

"Sorry I was taking so long Sir," I hear the rough voice say.

I jump a bit and turn around to see him standing at the counter. He's getting a small cup of water and drinking from with gusto. "No problem and please...you can call me Vance,"

"Vance?" Nate says, as if testing out my name. It makes my ears twitch to hear him say it. I can't help but stare at him again. He's tricolored with black, white and a rust colored fur pattern. His chest is mostly white with bits of rust on the edges, mostly around his neck; his back is all black furred, while it seems each appendage is rust colored, and his face is black around the eyes with a white stripe running down between his eyes and on his muzzle with a hint of rust above his eyes and on his cheeks. He's amazing to stare at and I think I've been doing it long enough to make it awkward because he's staring at me with a confused experession. "You OK?"

I shake my head and look up at him, "Yeah, yeah...I'm fine,"

Nate smiles and crumples up the cup to throw it in the trash and looks over at me, "Sorry for being so late once again...I'll just use the locker room and get out of here for you,"

I nod and watch him walk off, my eyes glued to his rump. It's so perfect and I want to jump him right there. The door closes behind him and I give a sigh--wishing I had the courage to make a move on him and then it hits me.

We're all alone.

Well, except for Scott. I could walk in there and go straight up to him and turn on the heat. Scott is right, I'm gay and I think my gaydar isn't quite dead yet and something about Nate gives a hint of 'I'm not afraid to suck a cock and take one' with a bit more leanince towards the whole giving part though. I bite my lower lip and wonder what I should do.

"Go get him!" Scott hisses at me.

I glare over at the cat, "Shut-up!"

Scott begins to do a thrusting motion in the air and smiles at me, "This could be him...and," he says and puts on a dumb look on his muzzle, "this could be you," he tells me and acts like a dog with his tongue hanging out while pushing back on an invisible breeder.

"I swear to G--"

"Come-on man...go get him--I'm leaving soon...all alone," Scott says and smiles.

I can't say it's not tempting. I look towards the locker room and sigh, I really do want to go hit on him. Who knows, if I walk in right now I might catch him in the nude--but if I did that I'd probably just drop dead and freak him out. My feet make the decision for me and I begin to walk towards the locker room.

"Go get him you big bad wolf!" Scott tells me with a smile. I think he likes calling me that while knowing I lift my tail nearly each time I'm with another guy. Still I ignore him and walk into the locker room unnoticed by Nate. He hasn't changed at all right now. Instead he's sitting on the bench and rubbing his left trapezoid muscle. I take a step forward and cough, to clear my throat and in doing so get his attention.

Nate jumps up and looks at me, "Sorry...I'm taking too long aren't I?"

"No, not at all," I say and try to think of something to say. I look at him and think about him rubbing his neck and trapezoid, "You're shoulder bothering you?"

Nate shrugs and winces a bit, "No..." he knows I see him wince and smiles a bit, "Maybe I'm just really sore,"

I walk over to him and smile, "Let me see," I tell him.

"Nah...it's O--"

"Don't worry about it...besides...if you get hurt that means I lose your business," I say and smile at him. I admit, I'm proud with that excuse; it's perfect to approach him. He lets me come up and I put my paws on his shoulders, "You're pretty tense..."

"Ehh...I guess," Nate replies.

"No 'I guesses' about this...you're really tight," I say and wonder just how tight he is in other areas, but push those thoughts away. I rub over his shoulder and begin to work out the kinks and rough spots, "Just relax,"

Nate gives an 'ooh' kind of look and I know I've got him good. The only problem is how I make the move. Well, first off comes the actual massage. I don't want to not help his shoulder; that'd be rude of me, and I do strive to be a gentlefur whenever I can. For about five minutes I work on his shoulder wordlessly, taking my own selfish pleasures with little guilt because I know he's enjoying it too. More than once we make eye contact and I always smile at him, sometimes throwing in, or trying to throw in, a wink or guesture of some sort. "How's it feeling?" I ask, knowing he should be OK by now.

"Tons better--you're a life saver," Nate says and I can tell he's a bit surprised when I don't pull my paws back.

"Good..." I tell him and give a squeeze, to which he twitches a little but doesn't seem repulsed by it. In fact he more seems like he intriguied and shy about the entire thing. I work a paw over his shoulders in a much more sensual manner and move them slowly down to his arms, "How about this?" I ask tentatively.

Nate stares at me for a few seconds and nods, "O...OK,"

I smile slyly to myself and pull him a bit closer, "Good," I say, allowing my voice to show that I'm not just interested in massages. Of course he should know this by now, but if he didn't before I'm sure to make it clear now. I give the final push and let my muzzle gently touch the underside of his own--with enough force to let him know that it's not just accidental.

Nate twitches again and I can feel him tensing. He isn't moving away though and that's a good sign. After a few seconds I decide to ramp things up and I bump our muzzles together as one might if just playing with the other. To my surprise Nate gently returns the action.

I give a happy growl and nudge our muzzles against one another's once more. To my surprise Nate doesn't seem to be timid about it--well, not as much so as would be restricting to our actions. In fact, he's put on just enough of an inhibition to the act that it's making me want him all the more.

One of my paws moves from his arm and goes to rub at his stomach. If that action didn't push him back then I'm pretty sure, about ninty-nine percent sure he knows I'm not really interested in massing him--well, not with my paws I guess. I give a small pat on his stomach and rub over it for a few moments. He's not the healthiest person around, and that's why I'm attracted to him. Day in and day out I'm watching muscles, and rippling abs--you'd think it's a dream come true.

Hardly.

It's rather disgusting sometimes. I'm all for healthy, that is why I work at the gym after all, but I don't like seeing the same scene over and over. Maybe that's why this guy has my attention. Nate by far doesn't have the greatest muscle definition or any bulging muscles. In fact, the only thing that normally bulges is his stomach--very slightly. He's a bit chubby, and him losing it seems to be a terrible thing. Seeing as he's a Bernese mountain dog I don't think he'll ever be sporting a six pack. Not to say he isn't strong; honestly, I bet he could push me away if he wanted--but it seems he doesn't want that.

I let our lips graze over one another's and pull back for a moment. My paws run over his chest, feeling the dampness of his shirt as I nuzzle at him again. Finally I feel him make an action towards me. A paw pulls on the back of my head, forcing my lips and his into a full on collision. A healthy and loud moan escapes from Nate's muzzle which I muffle and return back to him. He pulls me closer and I feel his damp shirt pressing against the open spot of fur on my button up shirt.

I don't waste time in returning the kiss and adjust so that we're now embracing. I tease his tongue and make sure to push on all the right spots for us both. A clatter sounds as we knock over his gymbag and I press him roughly against the lockers, making him grunt into my muzzle. Just like that my inhibition is gone and I'm more than happy to let the lust begin taking over since I know the dog wants me as much as I want him.

We kiss for about a minute before Nate begins to push on me. Knowing better than to force myself onto him I pull back my muzzle. I keep my body pressed against him though and stare at him. He's panting and looking at the door with a bit of fright.

"We...we can't do this..." he pants, wide eyed and looking around as if we're being watched.

"Why not?" I ask, smirking a little. I like the nervousness of it all; it kind of adds to the excitment.

"W...What if someone walks in?"

"Hmm...well," I tell him and kiss him again on the lips then pull back as he muffles more words into my muzzle, "I think that it would be hard to explain why I'm groping a customer,"

Nate huffs and looks at the door again.

I know that I need to actually soothe his fear and I kiss him on the underside of the muzzle encouragingly, "The gym is closed--you and me...and Scott are the last ones here,"

"Then...what...what--"

"About Scott?" I ask with a chuckle. Nate nods and I smile, "If he hears us he'll keep out..."

Nate stares at me and I can tell he's nervous about us being in such a public place, far be it from the fact that this is my gym and it's closed. I'm happy that his nervousness is just about being caught--that means he wants me. I lean forward and press our lips together, "Just relax...enjoy yourself,"

Nate stares at me for a few moments. I smile at him and pull my paw away from his chest.

"I won't force you...we've really just met...and I'm here jumping on you," I tell him and pull back. I smile at him and lean next to him, but I don't touch him. "I'm right here...the door is over there,"

I see Nate looking between the two. He is probably weighing the options though I am pretty sure which he's going to choose. When I think about it, I didn't even know if he was gay before I jumped on him. Still, my gaydar isn't so rusty that I can't nail one down eventually. And if Nate wasn't gay, then I was sure going to try and make him so.

I see Nate take a step forward and won't deny my ears flatten a good bit. When he turns around I cock my head and try to look impartial. I mean, I'm not saying it's going to break my heart if he goes out, but no one likes being turned down. Personally I think he's hot and wouldn't mind even asking him out maybe. Heck, if he asked if we could go somewhere more private I wouldn't mind telling him to come back to my place. After a few moments I smile a bit toothily at him and cock my eyebrows a bit--throwing a wink his way for flare.

The black, white, and rusty mountain dog took a step forward. I wasn't sure what he was planning honestly cause he continued to look back towards the door too. Nate looked at me again and this time a small smile of his own came up over his muzzle. Our smiles met along with our lips as I became the one who was pressed against the locker with Nate's tongue ravaging my muzzle.

It didn't take long for my arms to move up and pull Nate into an embrace. I held him by his lower back and ground our hips together, making him moan into my muzzle. The fact that his tongue is in my muzzle makes me pretty excited because that means he's being more dominant. I press one of my free paws on his rump and get a healthy murr of pleasure as I do so.

Nate pulls from the kiss and without a word begins undoing my button up shirt. He exposes my lupine chest quickly and when he pulls it down he does so with a lot of force. The fabric rips and he stops, a look of shock and embarrassment. He's not so lost in lust to not be timid because he stares at me as if expecting me to get angry.

I won't lie--I spent twenty bucks on this shirt, but right now I don't care. The fact that I'm kissing the guy I've been slightly stalking through my gym for two weeks wants me is worth so much more than twenty bucks. I simply shrug my shoulders, causing the fabric to fall away, and smile at him, "Don't worry about that,"

Nate stares at me and I give him a few tempting kisses that do manage to draw him back in. We're soon tongue fighting again and I return the favor to him, bringing his damp shirt up to his neck. We both break our kiss so I can get his shirt off him, and he politely raises his arms to make that task easier.

The shirt is finally off and as much as I want to inhale it I know that going to the tap is better. I stuff my nose into Nate's chest and inhale, giving a happy groan as I do so. A surprise comes to me when Nate's arms wrap around me and he rubs us together. The fact that I'm getting marked by the bigger dog does a lot for me, and I certainly know I'll think twice before showering.

The mountain dog is quite nice. He lets me get my fill of doggy musk, and one of his paws pushes me further into his chest, making me forcefully nuzzle his damp fur--shoving his scent onto my own fur. While he's rubbing his sweat on me, I'm running my paws over his chest, back, and sides. His fur is pretty dense but not at all rough or unpleasant. In fact I'm surprised at how soft and plushy he is--chubbiness aside. I take in another deep whiff and pull him closer to me in return. When I pull away I smile at his own smiling face and nudge our muzzles together again.

"So...will sleeping with the owner get me any special perks?" Nate asks with a chuckle.

My ears twitch and I know he's not serious. Still, I also know that he's out of his shell and is starting to cut loose--so I'm going to get him loose so he can return that favor a bit more physically. I look up at him and give a sly grin, "Well, It'll probably let you try out some of my exclusive material,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah..." I tell him while running my paw through his thick chest fur, "How does free milkshakes sound?"

To my surprise the dog growls, but in a very hot way and smiles at me, "Like something I wouldn't mind sampling--lots of flavors?"

"Just one," I reply and pull him a bit closer, "But there's plenty of nutrients and good stuff in it--sometimes it's a workout just to get the stuff from the tap though,"

"I don't mind working for a meal," Nate tells me with a sly grin of his own.

Nate plays along so perfectly that my cock is begging for attention right now. "In time," I tell him with a wet lick from neck to nose making sure to smaple his sweaty musk and I have to admit to loving it. "Right now, as the owner, I need to make sure I'm not making a bad investment,"

"How do you plan to go about that?" Nate asks with a curious but sly expression.

"How about showing me what you can put in--I like to make sure I'm happy with how much I'm getting from my customers,"

Nate pulls back from me and begins to take off his sweat pants. They drop with a swishing sound and he's left in some black briefs that are tented, "How much would you like to be put in?"

I begin to undo my belt buckle and think for a bit, "Well, I'm not one to like being swindled--I like to tie up matters fully...you know what I mean?" I ask with a smirk at the terrible pun.

"Oh trust me...tying things is something I won't stop till that happens," Nate assures me. "Do you care about investment sizes or about what you're getting out?"

"Hmm, well, as long as it can reach the point where it adds on to my own needs I guess that's fine--the bigger the deal the better," I reply with a grin. By the looks of things Nate isn't going to disappoint me--his briefs leave me watering in my muzzle. I'm left in my boxers and I pull them down a bit unceramonily and walk over to him, "Think you'd like to make that investment?"

Our bodies press together beautifully and Nate leans down and bites at my ear with a happy growl, "You aren't the type to back out of a deal are you?"

I run my paws down and into the elastic of his briefs. I play with them for a bit and shake my head, "No way...that's not how I run my business. I'm man enough to play with the big dogs if I can say so,"

I pull down Nate's briefs and welcome the sight of what I'm dealing with. It doesn't disappoint; that's for sure. He's thick and long, with a knot that is probably going to be more painful than most but I know I'm in for a good time right off the bat. I'm not the biggest guy in the neighborhood I'll admit that. My own member is only a humble four and three fourths of an inch, but I was dealing with a lot of meat here.

Nate's cock stood at what I'd guess to be around eight inches without knot with a girth that made me feel as though I was dealing with a real dog--one that wouldn't have any trouble satisfying certain spots of me. Honestly he was just at double my own size in length, though maybe only a quarter more thick than me, give a bit maybe. If I didn't know he had a knot and was a dog I'd put him as a dog with a bear's dick.

"Like what you see?" Nate asks me with a smile. He gropes my own member and I give a small moan.

"I think we'll be very happy in business together,"

Nate nods and picks me up then places me on the bench, "Oh well I have to run my tests too...I don't like just going into investments blind; it's good to know what you're dealing with,"

I nod and have a bit of a shudder as Nate straddles me. One of his paws runs over my cock and he smiles.

"Hmm, feels like this is promising--you ever dominated the deals?"

"I can when people allow it--though as a rule I try to be nice and see what they have to offer me,"

"Ahh...you don't like to give investments?"

"I do. Plenty of times--just as soon as I know I'm in for a long deal," I reply.

Nate smiles and chuckles, "Well, I think we have a promising deal in the making,"

"You OK with the quantity of the investment?" I ask, a bit bashful at the idea he may call my cock a bit shameful.

"Of course," Nate replies and squeezes my member with a happy twisting motion, "It's the quality of the meetings not the quantity of them that matter,"

"Mmm" I moan and look up at him, "I think a more direct method can take place now,"

"Amen to that," Nate replies and I can't help but feel my one worry fade away. If we do end up laying around again then that means he won't mind me topping. Just because I'm small, in both ways, doesn't mean I'm a classified bottom--I like pounding away at a good hole as much as the next guy.

I move my own paws and play with his stomach, groping and sliding my paws over his body. He has a bit of a tubby stomach, his thighs are thick and his butt is perfect.

"Everything seems to be in order," Nate replies. He smiles at me, "Mind if we cut the jargon?"

"Of course,"

Nate nods and lifts me up, "Good,"

"Ready for the real fun?" I ask with a slight smirk. He nods and I decide that's all I need to get to work. I take a happy knee in front of the dog and begin to slather his cock with my tongue without any real ceremony to it, making happy passes from his heavy swaying balls to the tapered tip. I settle for licking at his cock like a dog might a bone--but this makes great foreplay.

A paw lands on the back of my head and I halfway expect to go deepthroating the eight heavy inches. Instead it just stays there. Now I'm not one for eye contact while giving a blow job but I do glance up and see Nate smile at me. He ruffles my head fur affectionately, "Enjoy yourself, OK?"

I pull off his cock and nod at him, "That won't be a problem," I say with a smile. I quickly return my eyes to his meat and give it a kiss, smearing my lips with pre. Some think it's weird to kiss a cock, but personally I think it's something that is fun and interesting. Also it's really a great way to show someone how much you want them. Think about it; anyone can just lick at something but when you kiss it that's really showing that person you're willing to take care of it and be gentle if they want that. Some of my previous boyfriends loved it when I would French kiss their cocks.

I stop my thoughts of them--we're over and most of them were jerks anyway. I try not to think of myself as too promiscuous but then again, I've got a muzzlefull of doggie cock so it's a bit hard right now. Still, I'd gladly buy this dog a cup of coffee as soon as I'd dive down on his member, which I must say for the record is much better than coffee.

I return my attention to the task at paw and share a private kiss with his cock again. This time I let it last and glide my lips over it. By the third kiss I'm French kissing his cock and he's moaning happily at it too. Some times their slow and deliberate kisses, and the next time I might only give a flicker, but that's part of the game. Nate reacts well to each kiss, the pulses in the heated flesh just as good as a return of the kiss.

"You like that bud?"

I moan a yes up to Nate and decide he's got enough of that treatment. I finally close my lips around his cock let its heat enter my muzzle. I slide easily down the first five inches, sucking and teasing him with my tongue. The next three are more challenging and due to my current lack of practice I fail at my first attempt to deepthroat the dog. He once more ruffles my ears--which is strangely encouraging.

The fact that after two years without someone else I'm trying someone as big as Nate is a bit daunting, but what I'm lacking in experience I know I'm making up for in enthusiasm. On my second attempt I swallow around his cock and get a happy bark of pleasure from the bigger dog--one that echoes throughout the locker room. I stay like that and pull back after a minute then decide to stay on his tip for a bit.

My tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, cleaning it of any pre that I may have let build up on him. He tastes absolutely wonderful and I can tell already that getting a 'milkshake' from him would be something a lot of men would like--well, a lot of men who like to suck other men. I suckle on his cock and make him thrust into my muzzle.

I've only been at it for a minute or two but my jaw is already feeling the fatigue that comes with this act. Still, I can push on beucase of the pleasure. Half of the moans that are in this room are mine after all and I'm happy to say that I get a lot of pleasure in this act. There's something about pleasing another guy while ignoring your own needs. It may sound paradoxical but I personally get more pleasure when I'm taking care of another fur's pleasure than when focusing solely on my own.

There's plenty of pleasure to be had from this dog. His taste is mouthwatering and he's pretty gentle too. My moans aren't even faked like in some cheap porn. Each time I get a spurt of pre over my tongue we both reward each other--I get to savor such a great taste and he gets one of my happy suckling licks. There's just something about a muzzlefull of doggie cock that can make me moan happily--then again, why wouldn't it?

After a bit more time his paw grips my headfur and he pulls me. I resist the pull though and am fighting to stay on his cock.

"OK OK...I know you like it but that's enough of that for now," Nate tells me with a chuckle and I slowly slide off his member. There is a wet pop as the suction is discontinued and I let my tongue flick out and swipe over his head. He leans down and picks me up under the shoulders, "Such a good wolfie,"

Ok, out of all the things that embarrass me this may be the biggest. Even though the petname is demeaning my tail is wagging back and forth. If I were to be called such in public I'd attack him, but in here it's OK. I lean forward and lick his lips. I'm set down on my feet and I stare up at Nate with a smile. Our height difference is only a head, so it's not terrible.

"You have any lube wolfie?"

"No...but...at the desk I have some oil--it's just as good,"

"Experience?"

I smile and shrug my shoulders, "I've been told,"

"Well," Nate says and pats me on my rump, "go get it wolfie,"

"You got it," I reply. I walk outside without a care in the world--completely in the nude. My lupine cock bounces with each step and I fumble around behind the desk. After a few moments I find it and chuckle happily, "Got ya,"

I turn around and smile at the camera. I can erase this footage and I know that Scott has left by now. I move back to the locker room and shake the substance in my paw, "I got it,"

Nate smiles at me and nods, "Good job wolfie,"

Once again my tail kicks into hyper drive. I smile back at him and pop it open. Before I can apply any of the stuff the bottle is snatched out of my paw and into Nate's.

"You need to be opened up?" he asks me curiously.

"I'll be fine if we move slowly--if you can do that,"

Nate laughs and shakes his stomach with a paw, "I'm built for comfort, not for speed,"

I smile and nod, "You're certainly comfy--can't wait till I'm seeing how comfy those hips are,"

Nate begins to stroke his cock and I watch him openly, "So...you like big guys?" he asks, using his free paw to feel himself.

"Mhmm," I reply. It's a giant tease show and he must know I'm loving every minute of it. After a moment I can't stand it and I move over and grope his body with my paws. I groped at his chest and thighs, enjoying how his layers felt under my paws. "I love guys like you,"

Nate smiles and grabs one of my paws with the paw that had he'd been groping his chest with then leads me to grope at his butt. I give a happy chuckle and help myself to a squeeze of that piece of flesh. That makes him growl and I take that as a positive sign. "I like..."

"You like?" Nate asks, chuckling a little at the primalility of my statement.

I nod eagerly, "Oh yeah,"

"Well, how about you assume the position," Nate says.

I turn around and put my paws behind my back and take a military stance, causing Nate to laugh a little.

"Not quite what I meant wolfie,"

"Opps," I reply with a chuckle and take a few steps forward. I lean towards the lockers and place my paws firmly on the lockers. "Better?"

"A bit," Nate tells me. I feel his paw running up my rump as he wipes his paw off. "You sure you don't need to be opened up?"

"Don't worry--let's get to the fun," I tell him and lean over. I flick my tail in the air and hear him chuckle a little. His cock runs up and down, grazing over my hole.

"Oh this will be fun--I'll make sure of that,"

I chuckle and tense a bit when his paws fall on my hips. He grips me and I stay still. After a moment the pressure behind his member is noticeable and I tell my body to relax, which is easier said than done.

I gasp quickly and feel my eyes widen when the first inch slips in. It burns and a whine escapes me. Nate begins stroking over my back.

"It's OK...you're doing great wolfie,"

I take it like a wolf should and eventually have his entire cock shoved into me. When I feel his stomach press against my back and know he's all the way in I give a sigh of relief. "Pretty big,"

"Thanks," Nate says and rubs over my chest, "tell me when you want to continue,"

"Just give me a moment," I reply and lower my head. After about a minute I move slightly off his cock and then push back down, groaning at the feeling. After about a minute of the small actions I don't even feel discomfort, and I know I'm ready for him. I look over my shoulder and smile, "Give me what you got,"

Nate chuckles and I give a yelp as he pulls me up so that I'm no longer leaning over. I push my paws against the locker and groan a little at the change in position. He pulls out a little and then quickly pushes back in, making me bark. It takes a bit of my breath away, but the pleasure was definitely something I noticed. It feels a bit awkward with him holding me so tightly against him like I'm a toy for him, but the idea of that makes it hotter.

The cock in me is pulled out to the tip and then shoved back in and it makes me jump a little with a loud bark. That one action leaves me panting and I shake my head back and forth at the fact athat it's going to be like this. He doesn't waste anytime and immediately begins using my tailhole, his balls making a slapping sound as they collide with my own on each thrust. The entire thing has me whining and panting with my tongue hanging out in a matter of seconds.

"Like this wolfie?"

A grinding thrust makes me whine as I shake my head back and forth in pleasure. He pulls out and pushes back in with slow deliberation, "Y--Yes," I moan in reply to his question and let my head fall back fully onto his shoulder. I'm like a pup getting my belly scratched, and I love it so much. My ears are twitching lightly while my body is shaking with my head lolled back on Nate's shoulder with a bit of drool escaping from my hanging tongue.

Nate pulls on me again and grunts roughly before giving a few short bucks. His pace is fast and rough, and entirely pleasurable. There's no questions that he's taking me in a primal manner, but it all just adds to the excitement of it all.

I nearly bite my tongue as Nate nips one of my ears and I jump a little, but my head doesn't come off his shoulder. I look back at him and he smiles, "Sorry Wolfie...I should've told you; I bite," he says while showing off his teeth

I scoff and close my eyes again to enjoy the feelings, "Don'--don't think this makes me your chew toy,"

Nate chuckles gruffly and nips at my ear again, "Course not--I don't mind being bit either," he tells me and I know he sees my ears twitch. He licks over one of my ears, "Just saying," he whispers--sending shivers down my spine. My hole clenches tightly around his member, making him groan.

A more-so-than-normal rough thrust makes me slip a little on the tiles but I catch myself and hold my ground more firmly as Nate jackhammers his cock into my offered hole. That small act made me become eerily aware of how the only thing I was basically doing was holding my ground as Nate drilled me eagerly like a horny pup--loving every second of it too. My submissive side was eagerly showing itself right now; making me want to have the male behind me breed me even more quickly and for even longer.

Nate's growl made my stomach knot a little, but in a good way. He jerked on me again, making us both grunt with pleasure as he assaulted my hole. After a moment his teeth grazed over my shoulder, and Nate began to nip and bite at me, playing with me in ways I knew my inneralpha would never allow, but even it would be hard pressed to not bend over considering how Nate is making me feel right now.

A paw gropes my balls and I groan with pleasure when Nate begins to fondle my sack and play with my cock and balls. He knows better than to stroke me off thankfully because if he did I wouldn't last a minute under the current treatment. A long string of pre at about my knee finally breaks and falls to the tiled floor beneath--more quickly taking its place. Nate's paws are driving me crazy with lust and send another wave of pleasure through me in a unique manner. I lean my head back and licked Nate a few times; more submissive than I generally ever am, but Nate is doing something to me I can't quite explain.

Nate nudges my muzzle with his own back to facing forward and I gasp when his teeth plant themselves over my shoulder in a mating bite.

I suddenly become aware of the fact that I'm pushing myself back onto Nate, that he's not having to thrust into me much more because of my own hips driving themselves back onto his cock. As soon as I'm aware of it I speed up my hips and let out a groan as Nate's teeth clamp down more tightly onto my shoulder. I give a happy moan and increase my pace, muttering incoherent words under my breath as the pleasure continues to assault my body.

Fire is building up in me and I know I have to let it out. I can feel it radiating from my prostate and heating up every part of me, making me feel dizzy and lightheaded with pleasure. I nuzzle Nate blindly in pleasure, trying to do anthign to quench the burning feeling that I know will only stop when I stop breeding myself so eagerly on the dog cock inside me. A large part of me doesn't want the feeling to stop, it's to euphoric for it to ever end; like my brain is firing ecstacy all through my body.

I can feel sweat building up on my chest as I continue to work myself on Nate's cock, burying it into my hole with each backwards thrust. Constant words are coming out of my muzzle in no particular order as I beg Nate to continue smacking his hips against my own. With every jump I crave the feeling of his cock inside me more and more to the point that I'm stuffing myself with him and still begging him to continue, which he's eager to do.

A growl makes me shiver and I yelp in pleasure a few times. My hips become even more crazed as Nate soon begins accompanying my own thrusting efforts with his bucking hips, his knot pounding at my hole and seeking entry. Neither of us will last much longer and I know I want him to tie with me before this is over so I begin pushing back on each of his bucks, letting his meat spear me even more.

Even though I know his knot is large the pleasure overrides the pain so greatly that it doesn't even begin to register to me. I can't feel the tiles of the floor, the locker I'm pushing against, and I'm practically blind to the lights above me; all I care for is the doggie cock drilling into me right now. My mind even feels numb to everything except Nate and what he's doing to me, how great it feels and how much I want it. The backward thrusts I were using kept becoming more and more frantic as I urged Nate to breed me like the happy submissive wolf I was.

With a giant thrust and all his weight Nate pushed into me as his paws dug down on my hips and his knot popped in. Stars began dancing in my eyes and even though my head was already thrown back my muslces contracted more and I began barking madly into the air as his hips blured in desperate thrust into my tunnel, pummeling my prostate. He jerked roughly on me with his mouth, growling and acting like a primal animal while punching his cock deliberately into my prostate over and over.

My feet scrambled on the tiles as I tried to continue pushing back on Nate, but he held me in place as my prostate was skewered on his cock. I gave one more choked bark before a happy howl began echoing in the locker room. My cock twitched and pulsed rapidly as cum splattered the locker in front of me and ran down in a stream over my cock and balls.

I could feel Nate contine bucking eagerly up into me, depositing his puppymaker's juice in me as I continued to hop on his cock. A minute passed and eventually we both calmed down and his teeth released my, now brusied, shoulder from his iron jaw. I whimpered and nuzzle him affectionately while he begins to tongue bath over my shoulder and neck.

With the tie we're stuck for a bit, while his cum has time to take place in my body and I can absorb his esscene in the most personal way possible. Neither of us break the silence, instead opting to show our affections through touching and nuzzling.

After about twenty minutes his knot does pop out and I gasp as my tunnel clenches down around the empty space, some of his cum seeping down to join the stream at my fuzzy sack. I turn around and look up at Nate who smiles at me and gives me a quick kiss, filled with lust and happiness. I murr into it and when he pulls back lick him a few times.

I feel ecstatic, like a pup almost, and I guess I'm acting like one with all my licking and nuzzling, but I don't care. Instead of letting him leave I pull Nate over and set him down on the bench and then place myself in his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and letting his retreating cock take a comfy space between my cheeks.

"Not bad Wolfie," Nate says, breaking our extended silence.

I chuckle and nudge him with my muzzle, "Not bad yourself--for a domesticated pet,"

Nate just chuckles at me and rubs the innersides of my thighs. We kiss a few times and when I try to get up he stops me by not letting go. I see a hint of worry in his eyes that is replaced quickly as he kisses me again. After a minute he pulls back and runs his paw up and down my back, patting my rump too, "If you don't have to work tomorrow...I wouldn't be opposed to you coming back to my place and helping me stretch after my workout tonight,"

"Oh?"

Nate nods and kisses me lightly, "What do you say Wolfie?" he asks, letting our lips continue to graze over each other's.

I smile through the kiss and look at him for a moment, "Woof woof," I say and proceed to kiss him like I'd thought about ever since he walked through the doors of the gym.

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Hope you liked it...and I tried to do this in first PoV present tense....tell me what if it was...ugh'ish' or if it flowed...any suggestions and what not would be awesome!