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Hehhey, guess what, folks, it's time for an Inevitable story!

Here's what my inspiration brought up, hope you guys like this. It has some neat things to it, I think, and I do wish that it will be approved by the reading public as well.

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Have a fun read, y'all!

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2012 Edit: Re-tagged and polished, plus new attractive intro!

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"Yeah...yeah...fuck me! Fuck! AAAH!"

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"Take it hard, bitch!"

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Jason bit his lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape from his muzzle.

"Please, harder, sir!"

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"You...fuck...betcha!"

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Jason's paw made a slippery sound, seesawing over the generous inches of his pink, swollen, pre and spit-slickened cock poking proudly out of his sheath. The young wolf's jeans and boxers were in a heap around his ankles, conveniently dropped so that he had enough room to operate and not only jerk off, but also use his spare paw to play with his balls. Even now he was rolling them lovingly in his palm, with the odd squeeze added every now and then, for good effect. It was enough to keep him practically panting.

_" So deep! Augh! More, please, more!" _

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"Fuck yeah!"

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Jason's eyes were glued on the flat computer screen sitting on his desk. Even as the earphones played the dirty if cheesy porn dialogue into his ears, his eyes feasted on the sight of a huge, muscled Doberman pounding a German Shepherd's ass doggystyle in a gym locker room. The Sheppie was on his knees on the desk and panting and moaning and saying all sorts of slutty things, even while the big Dobie had one paw on his neck and the other holding firmly onto the canine's flailing tail. The silver whistle hanging from the Dobie's neck and clattering around while he screwed the Sheppie was a not so subtle clue to the fact that it was supposed to be a coach fantasy scene, and that suited Jason just fine.

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Jason's arousal only increased from the hot sounds of ball-slapping and the sight of the Sheppie's pink, untouched cock bobbing in the air between his beefy, sweaty thighs. A trail of pre was hanging off the blunt tip, swaying hotly from side to side before it broke and dropped into a small puddle on the bare bench. Jason was sure that he would've given anything he owned to be there, between those legs, sucking hard on that swinging cock...or preferably, to be the one who was on his knees, taking it up to the balls. Jason's asshole was clenching from the very idea of taking a huge knot in there - or a cock to begin with, considering that he was an ass virgin except for the odd finger play in the shower, and that was it. Living in that small town sucked ass big time...and not in the good way that included stuffing your muzzle between some nice ass cheeks and going to town on a hairy little pucker. That made the young wolf's sex-filled mind explode with another burst of arousal, that only added to the steady flow of pre from his sloppy cock. His tail kept smacking on the sides of the hole on the backrest of the office chair, and his T-shirt felt like it was starting to stick to his back from the perspiration.

_" Work for it, you slut! Work for it!" _

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"Yes...SIR! Agh, so big!!"

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The Doberman pushed the Sheppie's head down so that his ass pointed straight up in the air, and then the Dobie switched positions so that he was hunched right over the Sheppie's upturned rump. From this angle, he could put all of his weight into thrusting his huge dick up the younger doggie's ass. The sex on screen became even noisier and hotter, and rougher, too, something that suited Jason just fine. His own cock pulsed and felt hot and extremely stiff, and his own knot was swollen and in need of some good squeezing to give him the final stretch towards a hopefully ball-busting orgasm.

Jason spread some extra pre over his blunt cocktip and began to run his paw up and down himself at a slightly faster pace now, working up a good, slippery rhythm. The wolf was sure that the huge Dobie on screen was just about ready to shove his huge knot into the subby Sheppie.

"Oh yeah," Jason muttered to himself, so quiet that he hoped it could not be heard. "Oh shit..."

Jason's whole body flexed and tensed, rolling with tension from the dirty sex going along on and off-screen. Jason knew that this was gonna mean laundering his T-shirt, but the thought was only making him smile dirtily, not lamenting the debauchery of his favorite band shirt. Maybe he could even lap up a nice salty treat...

BANG BANG BANG!

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"SON! HEY! OPEN THE DOOR!"

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Jason almost flew out of his chair, colliding with the table in front of him. The computer screen rattled, and Jason's earphones nearly pulled off his head with the sudden jerking force applied to the cable. His belt buckle rattled against the floor and his cock jumped, making a wet flop against his belly. The wolf's furs bristled.

BANG BANG!

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"HEY, JASON! GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!"

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The young wolf was almost in the verge of panic. His dad was on the other side of the door, and here he was, cock hanging out of his pants, with gay porn still running on his computer. The Dobie on the porn flick had just stuck his knot into the hotly moaning Sheppie, but Jason did not have it in him to enjoy that sexual spectacle right now. In fact, he felt like he was on the verge of puking on the keyboard.

" HEY!"

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"Fuck!" Jason whispered to himself as he frantically began to pull on his jeans.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE SON?"

"Just a moment, dad!" Jason called out, hoping that his voice sounded normal enough.

The young wolf buckled his jeans and then made another run of clicking the porn away and quickly Alt-Tabbing his Facebook profile page onto the computer screen to act as a proper decoy. He took the earphones away and then rubbed his paws hurriedly onto the back of his jeans to get any possible remains of pre and cock scent away from them. Only then did the hot-cheeked wolf move to unlock his door, tail hanging tensely between his legs.

As soon as the lock clicked, his dad pushed the door open. Jason yelped and had to jump out of the way or be knocked down by the door, or by his dad, for that matter. Dad didn't look so happy as he entered, scowling at his lanky son and showing a hint of teeth between his tightly pulled lips. Jason's ears flicked down guilty, and his tail swept the air behind him. Jason folded his arms over his chest and tried to act normally despite the burning sensation on his cheeks.

"Wassup, dad?" Jason breathed.

Dad was still scowling and looking at his son with definite suspicion. His nosepad flared, and for a moment Jason worried whether dad was already smelling the dirty activities that had been going on inside the confines of Jason's room.

"Need your help with something," dad said after a pause.

Jason's ears tried to flick even lower. This had to mean chores.

"Oh?" he tried to sound calm and hide both the shock of almost being walked upon AND the rude interruption of his private Saturday afternoon ritual.

Dad's eyes looked sweaty. Jason couldn't really blame him for that - it was unseasonably hot, enough to make him wonder whether it all had something to do with the global warming. That seemed rather remote possibility, however.

"Want you to drop by Shane's and get a cylinder gasket for your mom's car," dad said, staring his son down wit his half-squinted eyes.

Jason winced. Getting the car out while it was hot like this didn't seem like much of a fun time for the wolf. And to do such a stupid errand, to begin with.

Jason rubbed his chin quickly and tried not to smell cock on his paw. He knew that he was still almost fully hard inside his jeans. He was glad they were baggy and not fur-tight.

"Why don't you go yourself, then?" Jason decided that since he was 18 now, it was his right to challenge his dad's requests, considering that they were two adults talking here.

"I'm doing the taxes for me and mom, I'm busy," dad replied.

Judging by the smell of his dad's breath, Jason suspected that it would take the whole six pack to get dad through that ordeal, and he understood.

Jason scratched his damp neck. It was starting to sound more and more like he was not going to be able to squirm out of this shit.

Dad flapped his tail against the floor.

"There's fifteen bucks for you in it, too," dad said.

Jason's ears flicked with a hint of eagerness now. Fifteen bucks sounded like a reasonable wage for driving fifteen minutes there, getting the car part and driving fifteen minutes back. Much better than what he had done during the summer holiday at the local burger joint.

"Why fifteen bucks?" Jason couldn't help but ask.

Dad snorted

"Because the part cost 35 bucks and I'm gonna give you a fifty, and then you'll ask Shane for 15 bucks in change, and you're gonna get that fifteen bucks for yourself," dad sounded tired as he yapped on his son.

Jason nodded quickly.

"Alright," he grunted.

Dad flicked his ears sharply.

"Come on them, I'll give you the cash and the car keys," dad tipped his head towards the door.

Jason gave his dad a dejected nod and followed the older wolf downstairs, where dad made a great fuss of handing over the fifty-dollar note from his wallet to his son, as well as the car keys that were presented with the customary demands that he returned the car in one piece. Jason took it at the stride and only grunted and hummed and ahhm'd while his father yapped on.

"And don't hit on the brakes too hard, I just changed the rear brakes!"

"I won't," Jason muttered, bored and jangling the keys from his paw.

"Humph," dad commented before he made his way back to the kitchen table, now covered with receipts, messily scrawled papers and three empty beer bottles.

Jason grabbed his oversized cap from the coat rack and slipped it over his head, minding his ears, of course, before he felt that he was ready to go. The cap acted as a reasonable sunshade once he stepped out into the direct light, forcing the wolf to squint. Walking over to dad's Ford pickup standing on the driveway wasn't too fun, though, considering that his still stiff cock was pressing against the tight fabric on each step. The nice feeling was tempting Jason to adjust his half-hard package, but he didn't want to be caught pawing himself in public, and instead did that only once he was sitting in the car. Air rushed on his face from the grilles on the dashboard as soon as he turned on the key and put the gear on reverse to get himself onto the street.

Saturday traffic was light, and Jason was pretty confident that he was going to make the drive to Shane's at 10 minutes instead of the 15 he thought it would take. That didn't make the drive any less boring for the wolf. Not only had dad interrupted his jacking off session, the masturbation had already been forced upon the wolf by his general boredom. There was nothing to do today, not in this town, especially with all of his friends doing something else while Jason cooked at home and TRIED to beat his meat. Jason was sure that he'd finish what he had started once he got back, and felt a bit better for the thought of revisiting the hot Dobie coach and the Sheppie bent over on a locker room bench. His sweaty sheath began to swell pleasantly, but that only added to Jason's frustration. Having a boner and not being able to play with it was not an optimal situation for a horny wolf at the peak of horniness. He wasn't just about to start playing with his junk in the moving car, though, no matter if he had whacked off to a few online clips of such naughty business going on. Maybe he could wait for just a little bit longer...maybe.

Jason made a turn at another intersection and turned upon the somewhat familiar residential street. It was easy to see Shane's place even from afar, since his house was the only one along the street that had a double garage, and even then he had a third car standing on the driveway. Jason sometimes wondered why his dad's colleague from the construction company needed so many cars, it wasn't like he did anything cool like racing with them. Not that he'd ever seen the doggie do anything but drink beer and belch at their couch when he and some other guys from the company were over at Jason's home to watch a game...well, except teasing Jason about being a slinky little wuff who should get some meat around his bones so that he could get to bone some hot chicks.

Yeah, Shane was the kind of a guy who would say 'bone' while Jason's mom heard it, much to mom's disapproval. Jason wasn't sure whether to consider that kind of behavior awesome, immature, or just plain gross. That said, all of dad's friends always picked on him while they were over, loudly wondering why Jason wouldn't come to watch the game with them. Jason wasn't about to tell them that he didn't want to be caught getting a boner from watching the footballer's asses, especially not by a bunch of drunk dudes.

Jason signaled and parked his car behind the pickup truck on the driveway to Shane's garage, and tried to do his best not to screech the brakes too much while he pulled on the pawbrake and turned off the ignition. The blaring sun felt even hotter than before and he hurried on his paws to the shade of the house's front porch. His shirt clung to his chest unpleasantly. Maybe a shower after this detour...a lot of fun could happen in a shower...

The wolf tapped the doorbell a couple of times and waited impatiently, shifting his weight from one paw to paw while he stood there, scratching his chest to pass the time. His eyes took in the worn white paint on the walls and the old garden hose slung over the banister of the porch, seemingly unused. The grass didn't look like it had been mown.

Almost a minute must have had passed with no activity from within, leading Jason to frown to himself. Had Shane gone somewhere in the time since him calling Jason's dad and Jason arriving to his place? Surely dad had told him that he was going to come.

"Fuck," Jason muttered. He wasn't feeling too happy about this, and if this was going to be revealed to be a pure detour with no gain (and no 15 bucks), he was going to be pissed off day.

Jason slammed his paw down on the doorbell button and heard the chime from within again. It sounded pretty loud and he wondered whether it actually was possible not to hear that sound. Or maybe Shane was in the garage and not in the house itself. Jason yawned and felt even more bored.

"Shit. Crap. Fuck."

Jason was just about to give the doorbell another thwack when he heard a noise from within, and stopped. The wolf stood there, looking ill at ease in his baggy jeans, Marilyn Mason T-shirt and his cap, none of which were of the correct size for the slim wolf. He just wanted to get this over with.

The door opened, and Jason's eyes widened.

It was the musk that hit him almost before the actual fact of the appearance of the canine standing on the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, and slick-furred from all the sweat that covered his big body. Jason could see a great deal of sweat alright, since the Doberman who filled up the doorway was shirtless and only wore smug training pants, as far as he could see. He smelled like a locker room, all by himself.

Jason's muzzle froze and he could not get out the greeting he had planned to give to Shane as soon as the door would open.

The Dobie standing on the door blinked, and quirked a brow. Jason felt oddly guilty, for the expression reminded him of his own father, with that same amount of slightly curious disapproval on the look, for what, he wasn't sure, but the big doggie didn't look too happy to see the wolf, for whatever reason that was.

"Huh, Jason?" the Dobie rumbled, tipping his sweaty head down towards Jason's face.

Jason held his breath. He wondered whether it was the porn he had been watching only 15 minutes earlier, or the fact that he hadn't seen Shane in over six months, or the sweat, or the musk, but for some reason, he couldn't get it his eyes off the tall dog standing there only three feet away from him. He also wondered why he hadn't really realized before how muscular the dog was, with well-defined arms, big pectorals clearly bulging from his chest, and a belly that held a somewhat moderate, but not a shameful six-pack. His arms looked as thick as Jason's own thigh.

"Jason?" Shane grunted, giving him a frown now.

Jason's tail flicked sharply, and the breath he had been holding escaped in a big rush of air. His cheeks felt as hot as the sun blazing from the sky, and again, he was glad for the oversized nature of his jeans, for otherwise it would've been impossible to hide what he got growing there. The fact that he was boning up over someone who was his own dad's age and not only that but his dad's FRIEND made Jason feel even more flustered. That wasn't supposed to be happening, no matter how pent up he felt.

"Uhh...," Jason scratched his muzzle, right behind an ear that flicked accordingly, "dad sent me to get that car part for mom's car...I've got...uhh..."

Jason dug into his jeans pocket and brought out the folded bill and presented it on his palm.

"Brought this, dad said it's...uh...enough."

The Dobie gave a dubious look at both Jason's face and the money, and then gave a quick nod out of his big head. To Jason's surprise, he was grinning broadly.

"Old Jerry enjoying the afternoon so much that he needs to send you over, ehhey?" the Dobie's great, white teeth flashed between his lips, giving him a predatory look that wasn't missed by Jason, whose eyes couldn't stop taking in every since inch of beefcake that was standing in front of him, practically posing at him with no shirt on.

Jason nodded, his ears flopping.

"Yeah," he breathed.

One of the huge paws flew through the air and landed on his shoulder all sudden, giving a pat that almost caused Jason's legs to buckle, not only because of its weight, but because it brought a fresh whiff of manmusk and sweat to Jason's nose. The young wolf almost gasped at the sudden smack, as brief as it was, and saw that Shane was grinning.

"You ought to ask your pa for some beer too, would get some rumble in that boyish voice of yours," the Dobie winked.

Jason wished that he could just crawl somewhere and hide. He did NOT have a high-pitched voice, he really didn't have, nobody EVER EVER claimed something like that, well, maybe except Shane, maybe, and that was just to rile him and piss him off, because apparently that was the Dobie's idea of fun. It wasn't Jason's idea of fun, and despite that, the comment was more than enough to cause his heart to thump even faster in his chest.

Shane snorted, though it was a humorous one, it seemed to Jason, since the Dobie was still smiling.

"I'd give you one but since you're driving, heheh! Come on in, I'll get the part for you," the Dobie waved his big paw and then turned around to make an entry into the house.

If he hadn't immediately stepped forward, Jason was sure that he would have collided to the Dobie and smacked face first upon him. He saw huge, rolling shoulder blades, a deeply dipped back and the flare of hips into a big, juicy-looking, surely extremely firm ass that filled out the black training pants. The stub of a tail poking out of the back looked like some sort of a peg that had been used to pull the cloth so tight over his muscular rump. Jason was sure that it was also really sweaty and ripe under that fur-tight fabric...

Jason almost whimpered at the thought. Shane's front door led into what appeared to be a big living room, with a sprawling leather couch big enough for the Dobie to lay upon, Jason was sure, positioned strategically to give a perfect view at the expensive-looking TV set on the other side. Stairs went upstairs and other doors opened into other rooms, but Jason didn't pay much attention to that now that he had an eyeful of the big Dobie in front of him.

"I didn't hear you ring at first, sorry 'bout that," Shane spoke, but his voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere afar, echoing inside the horny wolf's mind. "I was working out, heh."

Jason almost drooled at the idea of catching a sight of the Dobie laying on a weightlifting bench, pumping some iron with big, bulging biceps glistening with sweat while the doggie made hot, deep grunting sounds from the effort. He cursed quietly in his mind and felt the throbbing in his pants intensify.

Shane walked over to the stairs to the second floor and grabbed a folded white towel from the wooden banister of the stairs and rubbed his face and chest with it. Jason stood there, transfixed by the sight of the Dobie's sleekly-furred body flexing at the motion, the glimpse of a curly-haired armpit, and the constant presence of that big, fleshy beefcake rump inside those hot training pants. Jason declared himself a perv in his mind.

Shame rumbled, a satisfied sound that made him smile, too, as he put the towel away back to where he had it before, and then turned to face Jason again.

"Want a Coke or something, for your trouble?" the Dobie smirked.

Jason was speechless.

Shane snorted and shrugged.

"I'll just go and get the part from the garage, won't take long," the Dobie spoke, and while Jason watched, disappeared through a door into another room.

Jason left out a deep breath, complete with a deep rumble. His body almost felt like slumping when the tension of holding himself perfectly upright waned away. It was replaced by an even more acute awareness of his arousal, filling his pants, throbbing, pulsing, and undoubtedly leaking into his own messy boxers. The young wolf cursed his hormones and decided that he would simply pay for the gasket and get out of the Dobie's place before Shane would accidentally notice just how turned on the wolf was. That didn't suit Jason at all, for the wolf had long ago decided that disclosing his raging homosexuality to his parents should only happen once he was in college, preferably at least a hundred miles away from home, and over the telephone. Being outed by his father's workmate due to catching Jason ogling at his ass would not do for the wolf.

Standing there was surprisingly stressful, still. The whole room smelled of a big Dobie after a workout, sweaty, tangy, musky, and definitely erotic to the wolf's pleasure-seeking mind. Jason found himself having to need to swallow, for he feared that he might start drooling onto the floor. This was starting to get uncool, being this horny and not being able to do anything about it...and over his dad's friend, too! He was supposed to get randy over all the hot guys on the school football team, not some random forty-something dude who happened to pump some iron and...

There was that towel, too, lying over the banister in a messy heap of sweaty musk. Jason was sure that he could see stains of it on it, as if the Dobie had been drying himself on it plenty of times recently, always adding to the gathering sexy musk on the white fabric. The wolf shuddered at the thought of rubbing that towel over Shane's ripped body, or maybe simply pushing his face at it to catch the scent...or maybe taste the sweat...Jesus...

Jason jumped when the door opened again and the hunky Dobie reemerged, with a cardboard box in his paws. The teen wolf felt an extra twinge of excitement course through him at the sight of the Dobie who had lost none of his sweatiness on his quick trip to the garage. He was still painted in a deep brown in the sunlight coming in through the windows, bathing him into an even sexier beast of a male, in Jason's eyes, at least. He had to bite his lip again.

"Here we go," the Dobie spoke, all business, as he stopped by the wolf. "And it was thirty-five bucks, so..."

Jason remembered the money, and quickly took the bill out again, his cheeks hot.

"Uhh...dad only had this fifty...," he muttered in a small voice, much, much smaller than he wanted.

The sweaty, dark male gave a glimpse at the green note, and then shoved the box at Jason.

"Here, I'll go and get my wallet," Shane grunted.

Jason nodded meekly and took the box into his shaky paws. His eyes never left the Dobie's ass while Shane made his way up the stairs and disappeared from the view again. He couldn't do anything but stand there, waiting with his blood rushing through his ear and his cock. Jason was already sure that he would have blue balls by the time he finally got home and behind his own locked door...when he would get some relief from this infuriating feeling in his groin. His tail was starting to wag erratically, uncontrollably. His breaths were loud.

Jason's ears perked when he heard whistling from upstairs, followed by the heavy thumping steps belonging to the huge Dobie. The sight of him put Jason's cock back to full steam, not that it had really waned at all during the brief break to the presence of the owner of the house, and it reminded Jason that he really shouldn't be looking at him like that!

Shane, now brandishing a black leather wallet, appeared unaffected.

"Fifty bucks...so...you'll want...let's see...fifteen...bucks, yeah?" the Dobie rumbled, shuffling through the wallet he opened with a quick flick of his paw.

Jason nodded.

"Yeah...yeah, that's it," he replied.

Shane gave him a quirked look.

"You sure you don't want that Coke, Jason?" the bulging male spoke.

Jason looked puzzled.

"You look just like Ripley Cooper looked like just before he fainted from a heat stroke back in June, "Shane spoke. "The EMTs had helluva time dragging that bear into their rig and taking him to hospital to get some tube up his arm to rehydrate the poor bastard."

The Dobie laughed, and it sounded loud enough to Jason that it could rattle windows. Jason almost trembled.

Shane lifted one of his big paws and then, much to Jason's astonishment, licked his thumb and shoved it into the wallet again, to lead through the bills held in there. The gesture, along with the flash of the big, wet tongue, made Jason's eyes widen.

"Hmm...ten bucks...ten bucks...no, that's twenty...that's....and you still look like Ripley Cooper, son," Shane smirked.

Jason sighed.

Shane shook his great head, with his ears flopping along.

"You kids nowadays," the Dobie grumbled.

Jason snuffled.

"I'm not a kid," the wolf muttered.

Shane's paw moved at surprising speed and flicked Jason's cap clean off his head. The cap landed with a clicking sound that managed to reach the wolf's ears just before the big Dobie began to laugh.

Jason stood in one place, seemingly nailed to the floor. The Dobie was leering at him, laughing, almost pointing at him, making fun of the young wolf in that all too familiar way. Tension trembled inside Jason's chest. The Dobie was teasing him just like he always did, and that came on top of the other kind of teasing the Dobie was unknowingly inflicting upon the young and impressionable wolf. Jason hated feeling like this weak.

"Yes you are," Shane grinned as he pulled out two bills and held them between pinched fingerpads. "And here you go, fifteen bucks."

Jason blinked and realized that he was supposed to be giving the Dobie the fifty-dollar bill. He raised a clammy paw and pushed it forward, within Shane's reach. The Dobie gingerly pulled it away from his grip and then slapped the two bills on top of the cardboard box on Jason's paws. Shane's wallet jingled as he stuffed the fifty-dollar bill into its leathery folds, smiling crookedly.

"Is your dad gonna do the work on that himself?" he nodded towards the cardboard box.

Jason shrugged quickly.

"I dunno, probably," the wolf spoke.

The musky male chuckled.

"Well I could've done it for free but if old Jerry wants to get his paws dirty, heheh," Shane smirked.

Jason's own want to get his paws dirty made things almost painful inside his jeans. The hunky Dobie was all too close, anyway, so close that his breaths fells onto Jason's muzzle, hot and smelling like sweat. Or was that just him imagining things, since the Dobie was so musky that he must've been putting it out everywhere...filling the very air Jason breathed with some hot buff Dobie content. It made his ears flick and go sleek against his skull, briefly.

Shane snorted.

"Can't get a word out of you," the Dobie waved the now closed wallet in the air in front of him, staring down at the young male with curious eyes. "What's wrong with you kids nowadays? Can you only type on computers and not talk at all?"

Jason's whiskers shook with the breath that flowed from his lungs.

"Dunno," he rumbled.

Shane barked.

"DUNNO!" the Dobie grunted. "DUNNO! Mother of Jesus, how has old Jerry raised you kid?"

Jason's neck furs bristled at being shouted at by the big Dobie. He wasn't sure whether it made him want to run away with his tail tucked between his legs or to simply get down to his knees and beg for it good.

Shane flicked his ears and grinned.

"Sure you won't answer, kid...'dunno'...bet you wanna say 'dunno'..." the Dobie smirked.

Jason gave him a brooding look.

"You should get yourself pumped up, Jason," the Dobie gave him a deep look now, head to toe, sizing him up, it seemed, at least based on his words that only added to the embarrassment of the moment. "You'd got the body for it...just need to fill out. Think about how big your dad would be if he worked out...you could be even bigger."

Jason's eyes widened. Was the leering Dobie actually complimenting him? The thought seemed weird to him. Shane never complimented him about anything...only made fun of his clothes, more like.

"Huh?" Jason showed his brilliant wit.

The Dobie snorted.

"Told you, kids," he scratched his muzzle as he spoke. "But ain't joking, think it would do you good. Make your pa proud."

Jason felt shy all sudden, even more so than the first time he had to face the sight of the shirtless sex god beefcake of a Dobie at the front door.

"You...think?" he managed to speak after a pause.

The Dobie winked.

"Sure," Shane rumbled. "If you know what you're doing, that is. Could show you a couple of things if you like, too. If you got the time."

Jason's ears flicked so quickly that he wondered for a moment whether he could accidentally dislocated them on one of these days. His tail wagged.

"Whut?" the wolf snapped.

Shane shrugged, his shoulders rolling.

"I said, if you ever got the time and want to do it, I could show you a couple of things about working out," the Dobie spoke in his characteristic rumble, "put some meat into you."

Jason's cheeks practically imploded with heat. This Dobie was dangerous. He was utter poison for the wolf's poor, edged balls. This was torture...being offered workout advice by the Dobie who obviously had worked out a lot...much to his kudos, of course. Jason was surprised those muscles didn't squeak when the big doggie walked.

"R-really?" he breathed out.

"Sure!" the Dobie rubbed his chin with his thumb now. "You ever do anything like that?"

Jason's ears flopped.

"Uh...not really..."

"Computers!" Shane snorted. "Gonna destroy you kids."

Shane lifted his paw and snapped his fingers, loudly. Jason almost jumped.

"What do you know, if you've got ten minutes to spare, I'll show you how to do proper push-ups? That sound cool to you?"

Jason almost whimpered at the idea of getting to witness that happening. To see that whole huge body flexing and rolling...to just see it in action...oh Mother of mercy...

"If you gotta run though, you can come back if you like y'know, ain't much of a trouble for me if you do."

Jason breathed out loudly.

"Sure!" he flicked his ears pertly. "Sure, I'll..uhh...I mean...thanks man, I..."

"Yes?" Shane folded his arms over his chest, a perfect display of how much muscle he was packing on them.

"Yeah, I...I'd like you to show me some, yeah," Jason spoke quickly.

Shane was on him in an instant, patting his shoulder with that patented paw of his that was in the danger of leaving Jason all too breathless. That musk...God, that musk...

"Well, put that stupid thing down and we'll go upstairs!"

Jason froze.

"Upstairs?"

Shane chuckled.

"Well I've got my gym in the spare bedroom, don't have much guests here so I can have all my equipment there, got some mats there we can use," the Dobie explained.

Jason nodded rapidly.

"Oh, I see..oh...yeah, sure..." his eyes scanned the room and spotted a small nearby table with a lamp on it, and with space to spare for the cardboard box as well.

Shane rolled his sleek shoulders and then pushed his arms up, so that once Jason was done depositing his box onto the table, he caught an eyeful of a very much flexing Dobie. His overcharged cock made a meek jump in his pants.

"Come on then!" Shane grinned. "Ten minutes and you'll be on your path to be a new man, kid!"

Jason even let him away with calling him a kid for now, he decided, as he forced his stiff legs into action and began to follow the Dobie like an obedient puppy, up the stairs in his tow and trying not to make things worse by ogling at that fleshy, rolling rump only two feet away from his very eyes. He felt like his pulse was 200 by the time they reached their destination, the door into a dimly lit room.

It was about the size of your typical second bedroom, a bit larger than Jason's own room, the wolf measured, and it really had been fitted out nicely for the purpose the master of the house wanted it for. There was a weigh-lifting bench, a bar for doing pull-ups, some thick-looking mats on the floor for doing stuff like the aforementioned push-ups, and also, to Jason's surprise, a punching bag, with a pair of giant red boxing gloves hanging from the bag's chain.

"Wow," Jason breathed almost unknowingly as he stepped into the room and took it all in. "Didn't know you do boxing as well!"

The Dobie rumbled behind him, just as he came into a view, squeezing himself past Jason and strutting over to stand by the punching bag.

"Some, yep!" the hunk grinned.

Jason even dared to smile a little.

Shane tapped the side of the punching bag with his knuckles, making the heavy cylinder swing upon its chain.

"Heh," Jason said.

"There's plenty you don't know about me, kid," the Dobie rumbled. "Just like I didn't know that my pal Jerry's son's a rump ranger."

His big eyes fixed onto Jason's, and the wolf knew...simply knew, that the look the Dobie got in return to his own hard stare was more than enough to tell Shane that there was no way that the wolf could deny such a statement.

It didn't mean that Jason didn't react, he sure as hell did. The wolf's furs spiked, his tail lashed, his ears dropped and his teeth were bared, just as the growl rose from his throat. His whole body tensed, filled with the energy brought on by the rush of adrenaline from the primal fear that was coursing through his system. He shuddered, standing on his place but not moving...with his instinct screaming that he should run...RUN and never look back.

Shane simply stood where he was and kept on playing with the punching bag, slowly tapping it back and forth with his knuckles while he looked at the wolf standing nearby. The Dobie seemed awfully calm, considering the situation they were involved in.

"Heard me right, kid," Shane grumbled. "Didn't ever think you were, but now...shit, kid, you're all over me! Jesus Christ! Never seen a guy shirtless before? Man!"

Jason felt like crying. He'd never been this scared before, never felt so trapped, and so helpless...and all made the worse for the fact that his boner wouldn't go down, no matter what happened.

Shane shook his head.

"Jerry know you're rump ranger, huh?"

Jason's lips felt like jelly, and instead of speaking, he managed a small shake of his head.

"Figures," Shane huffed. "I see."

Jason wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing as said by the Dobie. He just wanted to get out of there.

"Sh...Shane..."

Shane flicked his paw sharply, silencing the shaky wolf instantly.

"Ain't stopped yet," he grunted.

Jason stood still.

Shane kept on staring at him, all too keenly, the wolf felt, and could feel how his tail made erratic movements behind him, lurching along to his nerves.

"Look," the Dobie rubbed his neck now, causing all sorts of bulging in the process, "I know it ain't easy for you kid. Sorry I scared you...I guess I did scare you, yeah?"

Jason nodded again.

Shane snuffled.

"Sorry, kid," the Dobie continued. "Didn't mean to, though you deserved to be told about how to look at a guy properly."

"I...I'm sorry," Jason whimpered.

Shane's sharp paw moved again.

"Ain't no good to whimper like a cub," the Dobie rumbled. "You're a man now, ain't you?"

Jason sure as fuck didn't feel like a man, but he nodded, quickly, not wanting to be seen as even more miserable case of a closeted wolf.

"Great," Shane grunted.

Jason felt a small surge of confidence in his chest, and spoke up the only thing he could think of, after a moment of extremely unnerving silence inside the Dobie's gym room.

"You...won't tell dad?"

Shane snorted.

"Of course I ain't telling him," the Dobie said. "Ain't my business. It's your business that you were practically humping me with your eyes!"

Jason's eyes almost watered at the shame that burned inside him for those words. How could he been so foolish and so bad, going on acting like a total idiot, so much that the Dobie had instantly seen through his façade and now knew that he was gay? How was it even possible? It was so sudden that he didn't even have any time to think about it, let alone consider what to do...or say...

The Dobie snorted and punched the bag again.

"Don't you look like you gonna piss your pants, Jason," Shane rumbled gruffly.

Jason shivered.

Shane flicked a sharp ear.

"Suppose there ain't much opportunities for rump ranging around here, huh?"

Jason's ears burned. Why the hell was the Dobie speaking to him like this now...like some sort of a fucking agony aunt? He just wanted to get the fuck out of there and not be...constantly harassed by the sight and the scent and now the words of the Dobie as well. This was insane.

"I take that's a yes," Shane continued without letting Jason even try to answer. "Shame, ain't it?"

Jason shook his head. His heart hammered.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Shane shrugged.

"Shame that you gotta drive an hour and a half up to the big town to get laid," the Dobie spoke, looking at the wolf firmly now. "If you get what I mean, kid."

Jason's belly felt like it was going to explode.

"Wh...whut?" he gasped, gawking like a frog.

The punching bag chain clattered and clang.

"Heard me right, kid," Shane continued in his gruff voice. "Have to go that far to score...and boy, do I tell you, if you'd go there, you'd be scoring big time...oh shit yeah!"

Jason's cock pulsed against his better judgment, making him whimper, quietly, at the embarrassing reality of the situation. He couldn't stop being aroused, not even through the fear and the shock...not with the Dobie present, emitting his hot, musky, sexual scent into the room and simply seducing Jason's senses with his pure masculinity. Jason had no idea where anyone ever got the thought that being gay meant you were a girly or a pansy. There was zero pansy in Shane...the huge, bodybuilding Dobie now staring at him hard.

"Really?" Jason found his voice, even if it was weak, and spoke up.

Shane licked his lips with that big, wet, pink tongue that caused Jason's very balls to tremble in their sweaty pouch.

"They always want fresh meat, boy...whether it's prime beef like myself or...something you dip in whatyoucallit...fondue..."

Jason whimpered and rumbled at the same time, unable to comprehend even half of what was being said to him.

Shane chuckled.

"Gotta admit, that's why I brought you up here, kid," the Dobie spoke, sounding serious now, and watching Jason's eyes keenly. "I mean...figured out...if you're a rump ranger in this town, the best thing you could get would be laid and...well..."

The daddy Dobie spread his paws wide, as if he really needed to draw extra attention to his bulky torso.

"...this good enough for you, Jason?" the Dobie spoke in a low, quiet voice. "You want some?"

Jason wondered whether it was possible to faint from sheer sexual arousal.

Shane growled.

"Ain't joking, kid," the Dobie spoke, low, deep, and dangerous. "Either you walk out of that door and this ain't mentioned ever again by me or you, or you stay and we'll make sure that you'll get some laid."

Jason moaned. His cock pulsed so deeply that for a moment he thought he was cumming right there, shooting spooge into his boxers and soiling them fully. His belly felt hot and his breath caught in his throat, and all the time the huge Dobie looked at him, dark, dangerous, and...and...with a bulge in his training pants. A bulge to rival Jason's, and then some, the wolf thought.

"What do you think, Jason?"

Jason tried not to whimper. The voice sneaked through his ears and wrapped around itself around his mind, whispering such a seductive little tone in there that it could simply not be ignored. He moaned.

"You have to say yes first, Jason, or no, take your pick," Shane rumbled. "Ain't have anything happening before you say yes or no."

Jason licked his lips. His throat felt dry, but it didn't matter.

"Yeah..." it was more of a breath, but it was enough.

The Dobie rumbled victoriously.

"That's right," he thrust his shoulders back and pushed his chest out, rumbling still from the depths of his lungs. "That's right..."

Jason grabbed the front of his jeans and gave himself a squeeze, no longer seeing any reason to hide himself from the Dobie. He grunted and moaned at the feeling of the contact with his supersensitive flesh and threw his head back, rumbling deeply. He wanted to howl out, the pleasure was exquisite as much as it was painful, he had been aroused for so long and he was so hard...

Shane's breath tickled his whiskers, causing Jason's head to snap up. The Dobie was standing a foot away from him, tall, imposing, huge...good...and so close that he could...if only he'd just...lift his paws, he could be putting them over those huge pecs...he could...that sheer hunkiness of the older male was overwhelming. The wolf shuddered.

The Dobie licked his lips and winked.

"Got any ideas in that pretty head of yours, Jason, or do you want to be shown how it's done?" Shane rumbled. "Want old Shane to show you the ropes?"

The Dobie chuckled dryly.

"Not sure if I'd be into ropes if you want them, but I could try..."

Jason whimpered and slammed his paws down to the Dobie's chest, pressing his palms firmly onto the huge slabs of Shane's well-defined pectoral muscles. They were slick with sweat and immediately made Jason's palms damp. He could feel the Dobie's breath and his heartbeat, too, thumping strongly against Jason's right palm. Shane began to growl.

"Oh yeah," the Dobie stood still, allowing the groping to take place without interruption, "looks like you've got some ideas...oh yes...you like that?"

Jason nodded breathlessly. Shane chuckled roughly and flexed his pecs.

"Yeah?" the Dobie teased ruthlessly, letting Jason feel the exact amount of strength he packed in his studly daddy body.

"Fuuuuuck," Jason panted, gripping onto the muscles as hard as he could.

The huge dog smirked and landed his big paws onto Jason's hips and gripped them tight, fingertips digging into the sides of the young wolf's compact ass. Both canines rumbled deeply, with Jason shuddering from the first touch. His paws fumbled over Shane's torso, feeling up his abs no, running over their sleek, silky-furred mounds while the Dobie made an approving sound.

"That's right..." Shane crooned, "feel me up...that's some real meat..."

"Yes..." Jason moaned.

Shane kneaded the young wolf's rump, going up and down the moderate curves he could find, not hindered by the least by the tail swashing around behind the wolf's ass. The wolf's muzzle fell open in another deep moan, spurned by the Dobie's expert attention on his rump. Jason couldn't believe this was happening, wouldn't believe himself in the fact that he had his paws on his father's workmate, and the Dobie in question was groping him hard.

"Oh yes, work it..." Shane rumbled.

Then the Dobie pulled their bodies together, and Jason thought he was going to fall into Shane's arms right there and then. The contact brought his cock to press against the Dobie's thick hip, and it also meant that his own belly became the host to the big bulge on the Dobie's crotch, now pushed firmly against his sweaty T-shirt covered body. Jason whimpered and thrust, instinctively, into the heat offered by the Dobie's warm body.

Shane chuckled and gripped firmly onto Jason's rump, kneading his cheeks before he tried pulling on them, as if spreading him right open. Jason pushed back into the touch.

"Hmmm..." Shane growled. "Eager...oh yes...good..."

"Fuck yeah..." Jason bit hit lip as he thrust back against the Dobie's groin, wanting more of that great sensation he had before.

Shane's paw gave his ass cheek a light smack, and the Dobie pushed him away, only a foot or so, but still enough to make him whimper with near despair at the loss of the slick, hot skin and fur against his own, brought so near and yet so far now, by the arms holding him at a distance. Jason pouted.

The Dobie just winked, and let his paws drop away, to his own waistband.

"Time to get comfortable, I think" Shane rumbled, and without further ado, pulled down his training pants.

Just when Jason thought that it couldn't get any hotter, it sure as hell did. The Dobie wasn' naked under the training pants, no, but instead, he was wearing a white jockstrap that covered the pride of his maleness, now wrapped in straining elastic over his crotch. The big mound looked huge and pulled Jason's eyes instantly onto its overflowing fullness, and shape.

Shane kicked his pants away and stood there, posing a little by flexing his arms.

"Hmmm?" the Dobie rumbled, rubbing a paw over his chest in a slow zigzag motion.

Jason was sure that he almost tore his T-shirt when he pulled it off his body and then tossed it down to the floor. He simply kicked off his oversized skating shoes and wasted zero time with his pants either, and ended up pulling both his jeans and his boxers off at the same time, so that once he straightened himself up, he stood there with his huge, almost purple erection straining right in front of him, standing obscenely from his jutting loins. The room air almost hurt as it touched his skin, and made him whimper. His knot throbbed, his shaft pulsed, and Jason was sure that his balls had practically been swallowed into his body, so close they had pulled up, ready to burst their thick load out into the open.

Jason was tempted to grab onto himself and give himself a stroke, a squeeze, anything, really, but he knew that he was too close, and that even a single touch could have been devastating on his youthful libido.

The jockstrap-wearing sex monster winked.

"Ain't so bad what you got there, Jason. Makes you proud, I bet."

Jason shuddered with arousal and wondered what he was expected to do next.

Shame strutted forward and poked him in the belly with his elastic-covered doggie cock, all the same while his paws landed on Jason's bare rump and pulled him close.

"Gonna show you a good time," Shane murmured.

His tongue slithered out of his muzzle and began to lick and lap all over Jason's face, covering it with a thin sheen of the Dobie's saliva while he doggie-kissed the wolf's whole face. Jason moaned and simply growled with pleasure at the odd, wet, hot sensation. The knowledge that he was being marked so intimately by a bigger, stronger, older male only added to the arousal.

"Fuuuck..."

Jason began to hump the Dobie's belly, running his slick cock back and forth over Shane's firm abs. The bigger doggie held him close and ran his paws all over his ass and his back, raking his fingers through the wolf's thick furs.

"Hot piece..." Shane grunted, licking the corners of Jason's muzzle, "hot shit..."

"Ahhh!"

Jason groaned and carried on humping. Small yips began to escape from his throat.

"Hmmrh!"

He couldn't believe how good it felt, those thick, bulging arms around him. Holding him and touching him.

"Fuck..."

"Ahhh..."

It was too much. Jason groaned and crashed his hips against the Dobie's belly, just as he felt the heat flash through his balls and into his spine and then the burst of energy blanked everything out, except for the burning in his body, heating him up. The Dobie growled, grunted and snorted, dominating Jason's very senses even as he cummed all over Shane's belly, spurting endless ropes of white spunk from his strained, overworked balls and then smearing all over between their rocking bodies. It felt like the strongest orgasm Jason ever felt, it blinded him, made him weak and fall against the Dobie's body, and make him continue bucking his hips until he could no more, and he could only slump against the firm, thick arms holding him onto Shane's secure, solid frame.

Jason only then dared to open his eyes and look up to the panting Dobie's face. To his astonishment, he realized that Shane had something hanging from the fuzz on his chin...something that looked familiar...

"Fuuuck!" Jason breathed.

Shane smirked and rolled their bodies together, smearing the sticky hot cum into their furs. Even as Jason watched, the Dobie's big tongue sneaked out and licked over his chin, to clean up that suspicious smudge. His tongue made a slurping sound that caused Jason's cock to pulse.

"You sure got some shooting power there," Shane grinned and patted Jason's rump with his big paw.

Jason was sure that his cheeks would have blared up with extra heat if that had been possibly anymore, but instead, he simply felt slightly sheepish, but good. Shane did sound proud, after all, and he was groping the wolf's ass still...meaning that things probably were alright.

"Hehheh," Shane smirked. "That good for you, Jason?"

Jason nodded energetically.

Shane licked the young male's lips and smiled.

"Good...hopefully making you eager for more, too?"

The Dobie's paw squeezing on his rump spoke as much as his words.

Jason shivered. The message was clear...the Dobie wanted more...much more...and he knew what he wanted, and Jason knew as well. It seemed impossible, especially considering the size of the bulge pressing onto his cum-stained belly even now...must've been as big as the one he'd seen on that clip only today...

"Yes or no, Jason?" the Dobie's voice growled, deeply.

Jason shivered. Shane knew the art of seduction of smooth dominance, Jason had no doubt over that, and to be the subject of these gestures...these feelings and this raw, masculine sexual energy...he didn't mind that it was making his mind work like that of a bitch. He just wanted more, more muscles, more musk, more cum, more sex...simply, more Shane.

And with the Dobie rubbing his back like this and murmuring and rumbling, and with cum dripping off his nipples...how could anyone say no?

"Yes...yes...please..."

Shane pressed firm fingertips onto the base of Jason's tail, where his tail sprouted out, and rumbled deeply.

"You don't have to say please, Jason..." he spoke..."though it is polite..."

Jason couldn't help but chuckle. Shane simply smirked.

"Good," Jason said. "I...like polite."

Shane licked the wolf's nosepad, wet enough to make him snort.

"Good. So do I."

The Dobie grabbed a hold of one of Jason's paws and then brought it down, to Jason's eye-widening surprise, right over his jockstrap-covered straining cock. Shane grunted with satisfaction at the feeling of firm fingers automatically curling around him, making him rumble.

"Why don't you take that out and see what you can do with it, huh?"

Jason wasn't sure whether it was a command or a suggestion, but what he knew next that he was on his knees with his nosepad pressed against that same mound of doggie cock, and his tail was wagging as happily as ever. Shane's paws rested on his neck and his shoulder, not pressing down, but simply there for the joy of feeling the younger male's arousal while he explored.

"That's right...that's right..."

Spurned by the compliments, Jason began to lick all over the white curve that was the Dobie's hidden cock, wetting the fabric with his spit while he slobbered on the hot covered package. His own cock never lost any of its stiffness while he tried to suck on the hot dick barely held back from his view, all the while his paws rubbed the Dobie's ass. It was just as perfect as he had thought, big, muscular, and enough give in it to squeeze...it was masculine perfection.

"Hmmm...oh yes...nice and wet..."

Jason rumbled words against the muzzleful of cock, prompting Shane to tip his chin up and look down to his eyes.

"What did you say, Jason?" the Dobie growled.

Jason gingerly touched the elastic around the Dobie's waist and stared up to him.

"Can you..." he panted. "Keep this on?"

Shane's eyes flashed.

"You...like it, huh?" he rubbed the wolf's messy, sweaty head furs with joy.

"Yeah," Jason breathed meekly.

Shane grinned.

"Sure do, big boy...sure do. But you better take it out soon...it wants to play with you properly now, I think."

Jason's paws were practically trembling when he slipped his fingers under the elastic of the actual pouch section of the jockstrap and then, holding his breath, pulled to the side.

"Fuck..." the cuss escaped from his muzzle.

Shane was huge, especially viewed close up. He was pink, veined, throbbing and with a knot to match, as well as balls that seemed so big that Jason could barely put his paw around them. He stood out proudly and almost perfectly upright, and the whole of his length was covered in a clear sheen of pre that made him glisten magnificently.

The massive pillar of cock flexed and jumped.

"All yours, Jason," Shane rumbled.

Jason didn't know where to start. He wanted to run his tongue over it, nuzzle it, play with the piss slit, lick it, take it into his muzzle, do everything to it he had seen on porn and then invent a few tricks of his own that probably were re-inventions of ancient tricks, but they still felt new to him. For they were brand new, of course they were, and he simply would not be happy before he had as much of that cock inside his muzzle as he could take without choking on it. That ended up being about half of it, but there were no complaints.

"Oh yeah...nice and warm...watch those teeth...hmmm..." Shane, looking how the wolf's stretched around his thick shaft, crooned, one paw playing with Jason's tall ears, "just take it at your own pace..."

Jason murred, sending vibration through the pulsing flesh inside his maw. His tongue was pressed firmly against the underside of that jumping length of manmeat, and it felt like the tip was practically pushing against his tonsils. He had to breath through his nose, and that brought ball musk, and sweat, into his senses. Mixing with the taste of the cock, thick, strong and powerful, the wolf couldn't help but moan.

"Oh right there!" the Dobie bucked his hips forward as he felt the tongue rub the rim of his cocktip, sending sparks through his whole body.

The wolf almost gagged when the thick meat was pushed deeper into his muzzle, but he held fast, and allowed Shane to pull a couple of inches back through the suctioning hold of his lips before he slowly thrust back into the warm, welcoming inside of the wolf's eager maw.

For a moment Jason thought that the Dobie was going to muzzlefuck him, but then the Dobie was still again and let him do all the work, which Jason did, slobbering and working on the thick meat as well as he could, and learning to watch his teeth while having something so big and so juicy inside his muzzle. It really tasted even better than he could have imagined, and to look up to the Dobie's lustful eyes and feel his paws rubbing on the top of his head, encouraging him slowly...he had never imagined anything like that.

"Good boy," the Dobie rumbled.

Jason felt an odd sense of pride, even if he was the one on his knees and sucking on a big doggie cock like a bitch. At least he was Shane's bitch, and there was nothing bad about being his bitch...at least Shnae was nice to his bitch, and gave him a big, sticky toy to play with just the way he liked...not to mention those sizeable balls that simply begged to be squeezed and tugged and toyed with.

By the time Shane pulled his dripping cock away from Jason's lips, the wolf had a muzzleful of pre mixed with spit, upon which his tongue happily swam and soaked itself, savoring the after effects of his first taste of manmeat. Jason watched curiously, waiting for what would come next, still on his knees.

Shane grinned and took a hold of his shaft, pushing down on it gently, reverently, so that he could rub himself over the wolf's matted cheeks. The simple, incredibly dirty gesture made Jason moan with the sheer feeling of submission, as he was marked in such a manner by the deeply growling Dobie. It felt so hot, so thick...and so very wet.

"You wanna do it like real men do, Jason?" Shane murmured. "You want it, Jason? Yes or no?"

Jason didn't have to think about it.

"Fuck me," the wolf moaned, his paws gripping onto the Dobie's hips. "Fill...fill me up, Sh..Shane...please..."

Shane took a gentle hold of the wolf's chin and stroked his cheek with his thumb.

"I like polite," the Dobie grinned.

Jason moaned something incoherent, and rumbled when the paw left him.

"Why don't you be a polite wolf and get onto your paws and knees onto that weight bench?" the Dobie continued.

For a brief moment Jason wasn't sure whether he could even get back to his footpaws and take the couple of steps required to reach the leather-padded bench that stood only a few feet away. What it promised, though, was like electricity running through his body, filling him with tension, and excitement. He was going to get the ultimate gay sex experience he had wanted ever since he saw his first man on man porn.

Firm paws landed onto his back and guided him into position, quite naturally, paws down, knees down, ass up, head, with his ears flicking, pressed down as well, in a sign of submission. His tail wouldn't stop flicking.

"Looking absolutely fucking perfect," the Dobie rumbled from behind him, prompting Jason to try to look at him, between his own spread knees. The most he saw was his own cock, pink and pulsing feebly against his messy belly. He could also see a patch of a pair of very beefy brown-furred legs.

"Just great...oh yeah..." the paws moved away from his back, lower, to cup his ass cheeks and squeeze and fondle them before the halves of his ass were simply pulled part.

Jason moaned and flicked his tail up, high and curved. He knew what he was supposed to do.

"I'll be damn..."

Jason wondered what the daddy Dobie was talking about, but he felt lips over his back, he knew that something even dirtier was about to happen. His body trembled, and he grunted, barked, and moaned, all at the same time, or at least it felt to him, when he felt the slickness travel down his back and over his left ass cheek, before the Dobie's muzzle was firmly planted onto his crack.

"Fuuuuck!"

There were no more words from the Dobie, but his tongue was there, as were his lips, slithering right under Jason's quivering tail. The heat and the pulsing sensation, he soon realized, were coming from his asshole, now subjected to something he 'd never felt before, the touch of a tongue, licking, slobbering and stroking against his taint and his muscled hole, teasing him up. Jason could feel his body squeezing down on itself, puzzled by the sudden feeling of something very peculiar indeed happening between his thumb-spread ass cheeks.

"Ohhh shhhhhh..."

Shane growled and burrowed his muzzle firmly into the musky crevice, tasting the wolf's sweaty taint with delight. His tongue, slick with never-ending drool, swooped up and down the wolf's softly furred ass crack, taking in every horny taste and scent the wolf was hiding there. Pre-cum drooled out of the Dobie's own thick cock and onto the worn plastic mat of the gym room while its owner knelt behind his weightlifting bench and ravaged the wolf's tasty ass.

Their satisfied, sloppy grunts and rumbles filled the small room, adding to already heated sexual atmosphere. The Dobie worked his magic as he ate out the wolf's dripping wet tailhole, adding more saliva so that he could more smoothly run his tongue over that slick little pucker. The wrinkled muscle beckoned for the Dobie to poke with his tongue, aiming at the center and pushing, seeing just how much work he would have to do to get to his ultimate prize. The wolf could do very little besides force himself to stay still and not to try to escape from the touch when it sometimes turned into a ticklish round of a tonguetip making circles around his virgin hole.

Jason knew that was not going to be the case for long, especially once he felt a mild slap against his butt, followed by the sounds of the big male moving. The heat in his ass crack slowly waned out, leaving his feel cool and shivering on his paws and knees on the squeaky leather of the bench.

"Be right back," the Dobie rumbled.

Jason panted and nodded, though he wasn't sure whether Shane could even see it, but he did stay still, poised on the bench with the expectation of getting the Dobie's great dick buried inside his ass. His sloppy tailhole pulsed, still undecided over what happened before and what was trying to poke inside him.

Shane reappeared soon enough, holding a big plastic bottle on his paw, one that had a strange-looking pointed tip attached to the cap. At the first sight of that, Jason knew what that kind of an object was for.

"Oh crap..." the wolf grunted.

Shane grinned and planted himself on his old place, standing right behind the wolf and his presented rump. The bottle made a rude sound as the Dobie squeezed on it.

"This is good stuff," the Dobie spoke, and by a quick glimpse, Jason found out that the Dobie was now spreading something clear and obviously sticky all over his cock...including his knot.

Jason swallowed.

"Really slick and won't dry too quickly...perfect for this kind of a job...oh yes..." the Dobie murmured, perhaps mostly to himself, for Jason wasn't sure that it was helping to relax to see Shane grease up his cock.

He tensed when the plastic tip of the bottle suddenly touched his tailhole, and a paw landed on his rump and gave it a squeeze.

"Okay, gonna push this in...don't worry, it's gonna go in really smoothly and I'll put a lot of this good stuff in there so that I'll get inside you really nice and smooth...man this is a nice hole you got...really pretty if you don't mind me saying..."

Jason snuffled and tried to ignore the compliment as much as the unwieldy sensation of the plastic nozzle inside his ass, a few inches or so, he figured out, once it stopped moving.

"There we go...right in...okay...this might feel a bit weird...don't worry about that..."

The wolf hissed as he felt the first squirt of cool liquid fill him up.

"Ugh...!"

Shane rubbed the small of the wolf's back as he pulled the nozzle back an inch and repeated the squeeze, pumping more of the lube inside the wolf's back passage. He started to feel fuller and even weirder, but at least the feeling slowly subsided once the liquid started to gain heat from his body.

As soon as the nozzle disappeared completely, slick fingertips pressed against his pucker and began to rub around its rim.

"Remember this about asses, Jason, they are delicate things you gotta treat well to get what you want," the Dobie rumbled, speaking in a tone Jason couldn't quite name...or didn't want to.

"Uhhuh?" he spoke, feeling the fingers press onto his fleshy hole.

Shane patted his back with his free paw and rumbled.

"Of course. Ain't like on the internet where you just shove it right in..no...nice and slow...nice aaaand...sloooooow..."

The fingertips pushed and pushed, until there was no more resistance to push against, and Jason could feel a new kind of a pressure building up. His ring-shaped muscle squeezed down firmly, prompting Shane to stop what he was doing and hold on for a moment.

"And gotta listen to what the ass is doing, and then do as it tells you to..." the Dobie carried on, slowly moving his fingers back an forth half an inch at a time, "just going with the flow...like this...."

Jason felt pressure, and the fingers moved deeper, piercing into him. He moaned and shifted his rump backwards, towards the press of the fingers exploring his back tunnel with gentle insistence.

"And also...once you're in..." the Dobie and the wolf breathed deeply when the fingers slid in to the second joint, "...you just keep going..."

He was in to the knuckles, and Jason could definitely feel as much.

"Fffff..."

The fingers moved like scissors, cutting through resistance and spreading lube all over the hot walls of the tight, inviting heat of the wolf's rear.

"And once you get used to it...you ain't wanna stop...you'll see that too, wolf," Shane's paw patted Jason's rump, as if reassuring him that taking it up the ass from a big doggie was a great idea.

The Dobie's thick fingers rubbed over Jason's prostate and he started to understand what Shane was talking about.

"Ohhhh sshhhit..." the wolf's back curled as he pressed down onto the thick fingers inside his hole, wanting more of them, deeper...harder.

Shane chuckled.

"My, my...think we have a bottom here in the making..."

Jason didn't have it in him to say anything nasty in reply. It still felt too good, bottom or not. He could deal with that, if it involved feeling like this.

"Hmmm...look at that...daaamn...I think you're about ready now, Jason...what do you think?" the all too pleasurable fingers stilled within him for now. "You ready?"

Jason groaned out a "yes" that left nothing to be guessed.

Shane's fingers left the wolf's lubed anus with a slick 'pop' that made both of their ears jump quickly. The air seemed to tremble with excitement while he got up and planed his legs on either side of the weightlifting bench, so that he was right on the correct high and the position to stand right behind the wolf who was preparing for the experience of a lifetime...both mentally and physically.

Shane wasted no time in pushing his slick cock between the wolf ass cheeks, to run down his thick tip against that messy cleft of Jason's rump and let him know exactly what he was dealing with. Jason whimpered and moaned, but his chest trembled with pure excitement.

The Dobie rumbled.

"You're damn hot...damn damn damn hot..."

The cock trailed all the way from the back of his swinging balls all the way to the base of his obediently raised tail. He pressed.

"Now...remembered...just like taking a dump but without dumping...alright...you're making this daddy Dobie a proud doggie you are...oh yes...fffffuck..."

It felt huge, simply and plainly, from the moment it touched Jason's asshole to the time when it began to press into him ,and also when the Dobie's thick, throbbing knot kissed the wolf's aching pucker as a sign of taking a remarkable amount of inches into his virgin rump. Shane's paws were holding onto Jason's shaking hips, keeping him still so that both of them could get used to the sensation.

Jason was full. It felt like gigantic, filling up his back tunnel completely, spreading his hole wider than it had ever been, and making everything ache, at least for the moment, until the heat dulled into something of a warmth that wasn't painful or intense pleasure either. His internal muscles pulsed and his ears were flat, reminding him of the initial discomfort that still lingered in his mind. Even his cock had lost some of its hardness...but that seemed to be a momentary thing, because he could already feel blood pumping into it again, fixing the minor flaccidness in no time.

He was fucking, Jason realized, he had a big cock inside him and a hot, muscled man on top of him, with his cock inside his ass, mating, taking, rutting the wolf fully. Shane's cum and sweat-slickened back touched Jason's own, and he realized that the Dobie had bent over him, pressing their bodies together.

An arm went around his chest and pulled him up, almost forcing Jason's paws away from the leather he was gripping tightly, for balance, and for self-control.

Shane's muzzle fell against his neck. The Dobie was licking him powerfully, marking him.

"Ffffffuck!" Jason moaned.

The Dobie's hips felt massive as he began to rock back and forth, moving slowly with his thick tool deeply imbedded within Jason. It was happening at such a slow speed that he definitely felt every inch being withdrawn before that same thick flesh pushed into the wolf again, taking him properly in an act of mansex that the wolf had craved for. The Dobie's movements were controlled, but hungry as well, for they were insistent, and unstopping.

Jason's body swayed despite the iron grip Shane had on him, holding him down while he drove into the wolf's willing body at a good rutting pace. It only took a few thrusts before he discovered Jason's prostate, with the Dobie's cocktip sliding at just the right angle to exercise maximum pressure against that nub hidden in the wolf's inner walls.

He began to bark, letting out a deep "ruff" on every thrust that pierced into him and rubbed him from deep within, forcing his cock to jump and ooze at every push into his button of joy buried so deeply into his filled up rump. Shane's teeth gnawed on the scruff of his neck.

The weightlifting bench began to make a rattling sound as their movements intensified. More power and weight came into the thrusts, and even as it became harder and faster, the pleasure Jason felt became greater as well. He was held, dominated and fucked, and his body was responding filling him with pleasure that escaped in grunt and groans and more of the barks that flowed out of his muzzle. Their balls began to slap together.

Their bodies glided over one another, aided with lube, sweat and cum, mixing into a frothy substance at Jason's ass crack and messing up the Dobie's groin as well. The thrusts were coming hard and fast now, and at some point that Jason couldn't even pinpoint, his paws left the bench and he was pulled up, half-crouching on his knees, all the while the Dobie rammed into him from behind, taking him roughly.

It was Jason's weight as much as the firm thrusts coming from Shane's beefy hips that forced the ball-shaped knot deep into the wolf's guts, passed inside him with a deep, ear-shattering bark and a growl from the pair of them, joined as intimately as two males could ever be when the Dobie knotted his wolf and slammed into him.

Flush.

The impact of Shane crashing down on Jason's rear pushed the wolf onto his belly on the bench, so fast that his chin almost smacked onto the leather padding. The heavy Dobie's hips shifted forward, and this change of position pushed his massive knot into direct contact with Jason's prostate.

The wolf saw star behind his closed eyelids. There was no more room for his prostate to throb, the only option was to expel everything that was held within. The alien sensation fired up and even stranger an orgasm, burning through his bowels and shooting through his jumping cock, but the heat was strange, and good, and everywhere, as he threw his head back and moaned out his agony.

The bared neck provided a perfect place for Shane to put his teeth when he felt Jason's body sucking down on him, practically milking the Dobie while he was imbedded inside his ass as deep as he could ever go. It gave no surprise to the ass sex veteran of a doggie that his cock burst almost instantly, shooting in thick pulses inside the wolf. Jason was sure that he could feel it, somewhere, amidst the heat burning inside him, how the pressure and fullness grew inside his sore ass.

*

"What the hell took you so long? You crashed or something? Don't you dare you say you did!"

Dad's breath smelled like at least a sixth beer by the time the hot chuff assaulted Jason's tired senses and filled his nose with the smell of rancid booze. The wolf, clutching his gasket box protectively against his chest, winced.

"Eww, man!"

Dad snorted and stepped back, but not before grabbing onto the box and taking it from his son without further niceties. By the time Jason recovered from that, he had a claw open and was tearing open the tape on the top.

Jason simply shrugged.

"Well, Shane took pity on me because I had to run an errand for my drunk dad, and offered me a Coke," the wolf stood defiantly in his place, playing a jangling game with the car keys on his paw.

Dad squinted and flicked a sharp ear at his son while he opened the box and dug through the packaging material.

"Cheeky fuck he is," dad opined while his eyes admired the brand new cylinder gasket, sleeping amidst its bed of Styrofoam.

Jason decided that further conversation with his dad seemed pretty pointless by this point, and made a move for the kitchen instead. Dad soon followed, making an extraordinary amount of noise while he did. Jason caught him from the corner of his eye and saw how dad placed the cardboard box over the even bigger pile of tax papers on the kitchen table. The wolf shrugged and opened the freezer.

"Hmm..thirty-five bucks...this better be good..." dad muttered.

"Uhuh."

"And what the hell do you think you're doing with that?" wolf daddy rumbled at the sight of his son brandishing an ice pack on his paw, taken from the fridge.

Jason snuffled and patted his left thigh.

"Got a bit of an ache here, thought this might help," the wolf rumbled. "Might have pulled it, or could be a heat cramp. I'll to my room and lie down and put this on it."

Dad shook his head in disbelief.

"Bah!" he yelled as he watched his son make his way across the kitchen. "You should just exercise that lazy ass of yours some more so that it won't go to pieces any time you have to do something as SIMPLE as driving a fucking car!"

*

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