Straight Cock in Gay Ass – The Easy Rides
The horny Rottie picks up some Dobie company for some hot no-strings action...but he says he's not gay or anything...whut?
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When Ryan started fucking around with guys to satisfy the never ending urge to sink his twelve and a half inches into somewhere hot and tight, it didn't take him too long playing around the mysterious scene of gay sex before he learned to make the best picks out of what was on the offer.
The Rottie learned to go in for the kill.
It was pretty easy to single out the easiest targets out of the clientele of the bars, almost at the first glance from the Rottweiler's sharp eyes as he scanned the place for someone to act as the fuckhole for him for the night. Once he'd find out what he wanted, it would take little besides walking up to his assigned subject, and make the proposition.
Usually a "Let's go" was sufficient, and if it wasn't, the Rottie would move on to his number 2 choice, and make sure that the failed catch would see him leaving with the...at that point...very much a cheerful soon-to-get-laid gay dude.
Just another trick he had learned.
Make them jealous and they'd be even more eager to spread their hairy cheeks and open up for the giant knotted tool hanging out of the Rottie's obscene sheath.
His checklist was always very simple.
Clean dudes. He didn't want to catch anything from a gay guy. He knew they got up to unimaginable things that could make his stomach turn. No dirty cunts.
No married guys. Ryan had had a couple of experiences with those, and they'd always ended up...not so nice. The drunk guy he'd picked up the first time had spent first half an hour worshipping his cock, the next crying because he was having a hard time being in the closet and pretending to be the perfect suburban dad. Ryan had left after blowing his load only once.
No twinks. They probably could never take it like a proper man up the ass chute, and they always acted so motherfucking gay that it annoyed the hell out of Ryan.
No cute guys, feminine guys or crossdressers. Ryan didn't any gender confusion to come onto his sex-muddled brain, and he certainly didn't want to do anything with a girly guy. And the cutes...well, they would always have other guys coming onto them as well, which meant that they could afford being picky, if they wanted to. Ryan had no time and no interest for any gay mating rituals.
No guys who start off conversation by telling about their pets, fag hags, their oil paintings, poetry, or fisting. It can't end well.
Ryan's eyes moved swiftly along the clientele of the club. It was a Friday night, meaning that the good old manmeat market was up and running, and there were many furs out on the lookout for a goodtime.
Including those who fit Ryan's agenda the best, the guys who'd do anything to get their paws, muzzles, or asses onto a dick like the Rottie's, and he, while getting his rocks off in a hole that didn't shy from a dangerously large prick, was practically doing a favor to them at well, he thought in some particularly twisted part of his alpha male mind. His body was made for breeding bitches, and once he had realized that girls tended to drop their tails firmly over the asses at the sight of his huge cock, he had decided that if he had to fuck guys to get what he wanted, then he'd...go that distance, and try not to think about it too much.
The abundance of tight-assed twinks shaking their tails wearing mesh tops and PVC shorts was more than enough to secure him his own share of tail within fifteen minutes of arriving into the seedy club at what was called the city's very own miniature gayborhood....a name sure to make Ryan feel sick in the stomach, but his cock didn't mind. It was place where gays went to find someone to fuck...and he was going to oblige.
The Rottie's pick tonight was a fellow canine, because he simply...felt like it, and he was pretty sure that the Doberman in question had looked a bit more envious than the bear sitting nearby, as they watched two burly, muscled college-aged wolves grope each other and make out nearby...representing everything they weren't, and what they would never get their paws on.
The Doberman was about forty, maybe forty-five, Ryan thought, double his own age, but he didn't mind. Older guys were always easier to pick up, because they could not resist his youthful looks, his aggressive personality, and most of all, his big, hard cock. They usually didn't complain for nothing, either, when you, for example, spilled cum all over the floor or smeared their clothes with the stuff, or left without saying nothing. They accepted it as the price to pay for getting to sample something so delicious and so rare, and Ryan...that suited the Rottie well. He only wanted to fuck, anyway.
Maybe he'd been a good-looking guy one day, Ryan thought somewhat idly as he slid onto the empty bar stool next to the beer-nursing Dobie. He was pretty tall, after all, only accentuated by the tall ears, and he probably didn't wear glasses back then either. He likely wasn't pudgy either...but now he was definitely packing some extra, on his belly and his thigh. Ryan wondered, with mild distaste, whether the Dobie would jiggle when being pounded hard in the ass.
That's why he did them doggie style, every time. It was easiest not to look when he did that.
Now was the time.
Ryan put his most aggressive, most dangerous, masculine expression onto his face, made sure that the Dobie heard his next breath come off as a rough rumble, and then put his paw down onto the Dobie's thick thigh, and squeezed.
The male's ears flicked sharply, and he turned to look at the surprise intruder, with big, surprised eyes...and bared his teeth, if only briefly, upon the realization that a stranger had just put his paw on him.
Ryan bared is teeth and growled, and kept it up for as long as he had anything to say.
"Hello," Ryan grunted, and squeezed on the Dobie's thick, flabby thigh.
The Dobie looked at him, and appeared almost bewildered, with his eyes moving quickly between the intruding paw and the Rottie's harsh eyes.
"Hello..." the Dobie mumbled.
"Saw you checking out my ass," Ryan said, feeling a bit silly that he had to resort to such gay talk to get what he wanted, but he knew that sometimes you had to make little sacrifices. "Didn't like it."
He growled.
The Dobie's ears flicked sharply, and he kept staring at the suddenly appeared Rottie.
"Well I didn't mean anything bad with it..."
Ryan squeezed harder, and smacked the Dobie's back with his tail, sending it over in a whip-like motion. The Dobie almost spilled the beer he was holding in one paw, and his eyes widened even more.
"Well I've been looking at your ass too, old man," the Rottie growled roughly, and kept up the squeeze, "and I'm thinking I'd like to use it."
The Dobie looked like he was going to spit beer out of his muzzle has he listened to the blunt words coming from the much younger, but much more aggressive male sitting next to him.
"You heard me right, bitch," Ryan grunted.
The Rottie grabbed the Dobie's paw from where it lay on the bar counter and immediately moved it over his own groin, and pressed down so that the Dobie would have no chance to be mistaken of the size of the cock hidden inside Ryan's pants.
He had made sure to be hard by thinking about the hottest bitch he'd ridden last week...and that was more than enough to keep him nice and hard and pulsing, and ready to attract the lust of his catch.
Ryan wondered whether Sloppy Pussy Sandra would've been proud.
The Rottie didn't say anything else, but simply let his cock do the talking, holding the Dobie's paw over it and watching how his facial expressions changed, from the initial shock, to a brief bout of anger, to...wonderment...and...if he was judging things right, and usually Ryan did...to utter, desperate lust for the thick, hidden tool that could be his...should he agree.
"I'll go for the bear if you don't," the Rottie added when he felt the time was right for the final bait, and nodded to the direction of the pot-bellied bear guzzling down another beer, sitting two stools down on the bar counter.
The Dobie paw holding the beer was practically shaking.
"Can I...uhh...buy you a drink?" the Dobie rumbled.
Ryan flashed his teeth and growled victoriously.
"No need to, old man."
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By the time they got to the cab, Ryan learned that the Dobie was in town for one night only, since he was on a business trip, and was staying at hotel in downtown. This piece of information suited him more than well.
Hotels made it easier to be anonymous, too.
It wasn't too bad a hotel either, Ryan decided while waiting for the Dobie to fumble his card into the lock of the door into his room. Clean and didn't smell of sex too much, which either meant that they had a good cleaning service, good air condition, or their customers simply couldn't get it on.
Ryan was planning to change that, too.
The Dobie turned to face him, with eyes that were both very horny and very confused as well, but Ryan wasn't about to start explaining anything to his...host for the night. He was here for one thing only.
"Get your pants down and lube yourself up with something water-based," he grunted. "I don't like the greasy stuff on my pants."
The Dobie gave an almost puzzled look at his tormented.
"Are we not getting naked?" the Dobie questioned.
Ryan snorted.
"Well I'm the one telling what we're doing here and if you want to get my cock, you better do what I just said, old man!" the Rottie snarled and wagged his tail.
Much to Ryan's pleasure, the Dobie's ears did flatten, but then, without a word, the older male turned around and walked over to his bed, and then to the small bedside table by it...and picked up some sort of a tube from it, before turning to face Ryan with a questioning look on his face.
Ryan snorted a bit at the sight. So the Dobie had either already, or had been planning to jerk off in his room as well...with lube conveniently placed next to the bed...that was almost...straight dude thinking, he thought, and growled.
"It's KY..." the Dobie mumbled.
Ryan recognized that name.
"Get it up your ass and once you're done get on your paws on knees on the floor and face the wall. Ain't gonna be looking at your ugly face when I fuck you."
"Yes...sir," the Dobie added tentatively after more ear-flattening and more...quiet whining.
Ryan waved a quick paw in front of him and snorted.
"Better if you don't say anything at all, I think."
The Dobie simply nodded this time, and went on to begin to unbuckle his belt.
Ryan didn't really want to watch the Dobie undress, and he decided to get himself ready for business. He didn't want any nasty stuff on his clothes, and thus, the Rottie took his time undressing properly, pants, shoes, shirt, underwear and all, which he then folded neatly and placed onto the edge of the bed, for easy retrieval when the time came. His cock sprung out of his underwear at the first opportunity as well, and Ryan couldn't help but grab himself, and give himself a few strokes, from tip to knot, to make sure that he was all sticky and primed and ready to fuck whatever hole there was on the offer for him.
The muffled grunts coming from the other side of the room told him, as much as the casual glance he took, that the Dobie was now working lubed fingers into his tailhole in a feeble attempt to make the muscled pucker ready to receive such a huge cock. Ryan knew that the Dobie had already looked over to him and seen what he would be taking under the tail in a matter of minutes, and Ryan was sure that the Dobie was...impressed...and in a way, it stroked Ryan's ego as well.
Slippery sounds from Ryan's masturbation filled the small hotel room for a minute or so, before another look told him that the Dobie had shuffled over to the largest empty space available, gotten down to his knees, and was now crouched there on all fours, with his tail held up.
Ryan growled dominantly and stepped closer to his catch. The Dobie's ass was relatively huge, considering that the rest of him wasn't in the worst shape imaginable, but he could definitely see the results of years of sitting and eating the wrong things, concentrated on that lump of man-ass that was now staring him in the face. The Rottie could see the Dobie's crack glistening with the lube that had put there.
"Good job," Ryan muttered as he knelt down behind the older, bigger male, and searched with his eyes for the wrinkled hole hidden between the big, slabby ass cheeks of the subby Dobie.
"Pl...please..." the male's deep, rough voice rumbled, sounding remarkably miserable coming from someone Ryan thought to probably be a rather composed man, when not in a situation like this.
Always the quiet ones, he thought.
"You may want to bite on something," the Rottie grunted his favorite warning to his bitch, as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and went in for the main course.
The Dobie grunted when he felt the blunt, pointed tip of the Rottie's cock touch his lubed anus. Ryan could feel the little pucker squeeze down on itself at the sensation of such a bizarre touch, of an obscenely large cock being pressed against the Rottie's asshole, looking relatively small among the dark hairs and the massive rump surrounding it. Tight heat of the Dobie's meaty ass closed around his shaft.
Ryan growled.
The male musk might've been a bit alien for Ryan, but the feeling of the hot hole pulsing under the prospect of an immediate ass plundering was certainly something he was very familiar with.
In fact, it only served to make the big alpha male feel even hornier than before, and begin to press himself into the Dobie's lubed hole, by putting his weight behind the mighty staff that was his foot-long shaft.
At first there was a lot of resistance, but Ryan would've been surprised if there wasn't none, and it certainly didn't gave him much of a pause on his quest to sink his sweaty inches into the Dobie's asshole. He pressed and pressed and grunted and pressed, and while the big male whimpered and grunted and moaned, Ryan would not stop pressing and pushing and negotiating with the pucker trying to keep him away from the tunnel of pleasure that was promising to be a very tight one tonight.
With a satisfyingly loud pop, Ryan's cocktip slipped in, and the slippery slope could begin.
Ryan grabbed the Dobie's thick ass cheeks and held onto them for balance, and to make sure that his bitch would behave, while he began the short thrusts that would drill him balls deep into the Dobie's ass, given enough time. His hips rocked back and forth, his big balls swayed and his own tail kept wagging while Ryan growled and muttered obscenities under his breath and worked himself in and out if the nameless Dobie's tight, sucking ass.
The sounds alone were enough to make Ryan's balls churn with pent-up cum and encourage him to pump himself faster into the Dobie's sloppy rectum. Ryan had soon gotten enough of himself imbedded into the hot tunnel so that his balls now could sway and slap against the Dobie's own...a sensation quite bizarre for the pussy-loving Rottie, but certainly not something weird enough to keep him from enjoying the hot pounding he was giving to the loudly rumbling Dobie.
The ass cheeks made a nice cushion for his hips to bounce upon, too.
Beginning from the first full depth thrust the Dobie took, he knew that the Rottie was packing a mighty orange-sized knot as well, which kept pushing against his asshole with each deep dicking the panting and yipping Rottie gave to him. The huge bulb of flesh pressed onto the Dobie's tailhole with every thrust and reminded him of the submissive nature of the act, of taking another male under his tail and liking it so much that he was leaking pre all over the hotel room carpet.
The Rottie wouldn't think of that. He just kept on buttfucking as hard as he could, and not sparing himself either, even if his balls started to feel itchy from all the blood flowing into his oversized genitals.
A foot of doggie cock was soon sliding with minimum resistance into the Dobie's stretched asshole, but the real challenge, and the culmination to the night's activities, was only to come yet, when Ryan growled, gripped tightly onto the Dobie's sweaty hips, and started what he liked to call crashing fuckthrusts into his bitch's hole.
It meant rising from his knees and then letting himself fall down and forward, so that all of his weight was concentrated on his cock, pushing deep into the Dobie's ass and pulverizing his prostate with each, heavy pounding thrust into his slurping rectum. This brought his knot into full contact with the Dobie's asshole, telling it who was the boss, and that Ryan would not be satisfied before the whole knot would be filling the bottom male's hot hole to the brim.
The Dobie, in full knowledge of this, could only moan and push his ass back to meet the heavy thrusts and try his best not to fall over when another of the crashes came onto him.
Three more were needed before Ryan could feel the Dobie's flesh give and allow the giant knot to be lodged into the Dobie's spasmodic tail tunnel.
It took only half a dozen extra thrusts before Ryan howled and felt his orgasm rip through him like an electric shock, blasting its way through his system before it reached its end within his exploding balls.
The Dobie lifted his head and howled as he felt the hot, boiling cum spill into his ass, filling up his bowels with frothy seed that could not be held back, while the Rottie's huge cock pulsed and fired more and more of the stuff into the subby male's receptive rectum. It filled his belly with heat that glowed through his balls and into his gripping cock, but it was not enough to drive him through to an orgasm...left right on the edge of one, which only added to the frustration caused by the pulses of pleasure coming from his abused prostate.
Ryan's night was pretty much perfect by that time, except for one thing...the ultimate show of who was the male here and who was just the bitch, and that involved slinging his leg over and allowing his huge cock to churn the cummy contents of the Dobie's asshole. The Rottie turned himself around and adopted the ass to ass position he so much loved to maintain with his bitches while his cock remained deeply tied inside the helplessly whimpering older male's sloppy hole.
He made sure to wag his tail hard enough so that each landing slap over the Dobie's butterbutt would be felt like a good hard spanking SMACK!
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