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I'd just settled onto the porcelain throne and was about to have a good old time with myself in the most private place of places when the door into the small motel bathroom creaked open and Brock stepped in, whistling to himself and scratching his big, heavy balls with a convenient paw.

My ears jumped, both from the shrill sound of the whistle echoing off the tiled walls and the surprise of suddenly coming face to face with a big strutting Dobie grunt entering the bathroom like he owned the place.

And he only paid one half of the charge for the night.

I folded an arm over my lap, out of some age old instinct of modesty, I supposed, and bared my teeth in annoyance to the sudden arrival of Brock, naked as the day he was born, and only wearing his dog tags around his neck, as a sort of a sign of pride, I guess, for his status as a motherfucking grunt.

"Hey!" I snorted once his eyes found mine and his muzzle spread into the familiar patented shit-eating grin I knew so well.

Brock stood near the doorway, one paw still covering most of his sheath and his balls, a proud, big, smiling creature of the night with his brown furs and bright eyes and tall ears that perked curiously with the exclamation of my voice.

"Miss me already, wuff?" the Dobie grunt licked his lips with that annoying pink tongue of his.

I grunted and bared my teeth again.

"Get lost, Brock," I snorted, "I'm busy."

Brock's eyes fell down on me even more heavily than before, going from the tips of my ears to the claws of my footpaws digging into the fluffy, worn bathroom rug and everything in between. I started feeling pretty damn self-conscious - sure, you saw naked guys in the dozen every day at the showers, Brock saw me naked every time we fooled around, but if there was one place where you wanted a bit of privacy and peace, that was when you were sitting on the fucking crapper.

The big damn shit-eating-grinning Dobie rolled his balls in his palm and smirked and showed me his tongue, leering between those pearly white canines he possessed.

"Didn't know that you take leaks sitting down," the Dobie winked.

I huffed and shook my head briefly as we looked at one another.

"Fuck you," I snorted.

Brock yanked on his balls and even spared a thumb to rub the base of his sheath, so that I could see the fold of skin move down a bit, over the flaccid length of his Dobie cock. If he'd tugged on the skin any more I might've probably seen the tip of his soft dick poking out as well, but that wasn't to happen for the moment.

"You wish," he gave his stock response and wouldn't budge an inch.

I growled in the most menacing way I knew and flicked my ears sharply at him. That didn't seem to faze Brock in the least, either, and I quietly wondered whether I'd have to actually manhandle him out of the bathroom so that I could do my business in peace. I really didn't want him to be there when I was going to try and squeeze out the nasty concoction of Brock's juices and that goddamn gun oil out of my ass and then wash things up a bit so that I wouldn't smell of the stuff by the time we'd go back to the base. I was almost ready to tell him as much, too, but decided against it since knowing Brock and his dirty mind, he might have come up with something nasty about it all, and that was counterintuitive when all I wanted was for him to get the hell out of here and leave me be.

"Just go, would you?" I huffed, trying not to sound too whiney while I looked up to the Dobie leering openly at me and my naked self seated there.

Brock repeated his cock and ball-dangling maneuver with his paw and let out a little ruff, probably simply because he could.

"I need to take a leak," Brock rumbled, still playing with his junk. "That lousy beer wants to come out."

I snorted. I sure had tasted it too, when he showed his tongue into my muzzle and played with my gums and put the flavor there. I could still almost taste it, as much as the cum he'd scooped up from my belly and then fed into me like some sort of a tasty, creamy sauce on a fried rib.

"Well gimme five minutes and then it's all yours," I waved my paw quickly and hoped that he'd finally stop being a jerk and get lost.

Brock snuffled and now proceeded to scratch his bare ass with the paw that wasn't busy playing with his package. By this time I could definitely see a hint of red skin poking out of the opening at the top of his fuzzy sheath, and could smell the musk of his balls, even over the mixed scents of myself, gun oil, and whatever stuff they used to wash this place, judging by the cobwebs, once a month, it was. The manly aroma of Brock Stahlman touched my nose and instantly made me draw a deeper breath, instead of snorting it out, which I'd done for any unsavory smells. This was just Brock, post-sex, still glowing, slightly mellow after getting his balls drained, but none the less cocky than before.

Brock shook his head and made his tall ears flick.

"Uh huh, Griggs, won't be able to hold it that long," he rumble. "Need the can right now."

"Pussy," I spat back immediately, my ears rising to the challenge now that an opportunity to rib at the all too confident Dobie grunt presented itself to me so damn conveniently.

Brock bared his teeth and barked a little, giving me a glaring look as well, as he stood there, legs wide and his shoulders even wider, and making him look imposing and dark in the dim bathroom light.

"Huh?" the cocky Dobie snorted.

I gave him a look to match his earlier one, and shrugged.

"You pussy," I said. "Can't even hold a couple of beers for a few minutes. What would Arnett think?"

Brock grunted and flicked his ears sharply towards me.

"He'd tell you to haul your sore ass off that can or he's gonna kick it hard," the Dobie grumbled.

My docked stub of a tail twitched instinctually at his choice of words; sure, it was not going to be too much fun tomorrow, the haul on the old ancient school bus and its rock hard seats, taking us back to the base along that old stretch of road that contained enough bumps to make my ass feel like it'd been pounded all over again by the time we got back to the base before light's out.

Fucking Brock Stahlman and his eagerness to shove that goddamned dick of his under my tail.

And fucking Jack Griggs for letting him do it whenever he fucking wanted and paying the price.

I was staring at him even now, looking how he stood there, every muscle on display and it made me wonder whether he did it on purpose, to get under my skin even without doing anything special, except talking to me on that dangerous voice. Sure, he was playing with himself a bit, too, rolling his balls in his palm while he looked down to me nonchalantly and obviously with the intention to try and get my butt off the seat, but I wasn't going to be such an easy bitch this time.

"Well you got me here in the first place so either you're gonna wait or you gotta piss in that sink," I pointed at the sink on the wall opposite to the toilet seat, with the mirror above it showing my face, too, down near its lower edge. "I ain't budging."

Brock's head quickly tilted in the direction of the sink, positioned behind him for the moment, and glanced at the dirty mirror, the old tap, and the sad piece of soap on a dirty dish that stood on the edge of the chipped porcelain sink. His ears flicked and he gave me a quick look via the mirror before he turned to face me again.

My wandering eyes could see a whole pink inch of his cock emerge as he looked at me, and the grin that had temporarily disappeared now returned with full force. The Dobie grunt put his paws onto his goddamn damn muscled hips and thrust out his groin in my direction, to better show off the rapidly growing boner to me. Seeing that musky organ emerging from its cover sure made my own twitch as well, automatically.

"Why, you'd like watching ol' Stahlman letting it rip, huh?" the Dobie wriggled his hips to make his cock and his hairy balls jiggle.

Shit. Now my own cock was definitely starting to bone up and fill out my sheath. I gave a peek down to my lap and saw that it was already firming up and knew that soon Brock would be seeing my tip peek out. Damn. I grumbled mostly to myself. It seemed like there was nothing to be done about my body responding to the teasing performance by the soldier showing off his cock in front of my nose, no matter how nasty he was being about it again.

"Fuck off," I snorted.

Brock grabbed his sheath and pulled it down to reveal the rapidly growing inches of his tool, and kept his hold as the whole pink stick of meat filled out and then stood up, throbbing visibly with the beat of his heart. He kept a hold of his root and wriggled the big, proud dick in my direction while licking his lips.

"I bet you do, Griggs," he said, "You're such a dirty little wuff...always dreaming about this bad boy here..."

The glistening, stiff rod waved from side by side, and I realized my eyes must've been following it, back and forth as it went with the motion of the Dobie's evil fingers giving him such a jiggle. There was no hiding my own erection by now, it was pulsing out of its sheath, and I didn't even have my boxers, I'd left them in the bedroom when I first took them off, and had gone to the toilet naked.

Damn.

I could smell him, now, too, his personal musky sexual badass Dobie scent that was mixing with my own cock musk, the damn gun oil and whatever else my sensitive nose could pick up. It only might've been an hour or so since we did the nasty on the bed, but both of us were sporting huge boners, and I could already her Brock's breathing going down to that special, deep kind of a huffing that told me he was enjoying the rush of blood into his doggie bone.

Then he chuckled.

"Yep...you're liking it, ain't ya, Jack?" Brock released his hold on his dick and let it bounce up against his belly with a loud SLAP! before the said huge organ dropped down and then stood out of his groin in an aggressive, impressive angle.

That damn confident grin and that strutting pose and that dangerous voice tickling my ears. I knew he was playing with me, sure I did, he knew as well, and did it so efficiently that they ought to give medals for it. Golden balls award or something.

I guess he saw it in my eyes or something like that, because the huge tongue slipped out of his muzzle and licked his lips before he laughed darkly.

"You goddamn hound, Griggs."

The bathroom was so small that he only had to take two steps to reach me, grab me by my underarms and lift me up to my footpaws. I barely had the time to growl out my surprise before the muscled dog was all over me, muzzle trying to smash onto mine and our cocks pressing together between our bodies. My tail jumped when I felt Brock's arm brush over it, his paw on its way to grab my ass, and I grabbed his arms and tried to push him away.

And I only tried once before Brock's tongue slipped into my muzzle and stopped my complaining growls. There was no point to struggle by that point, with those firm paws squeezing on my battered ass and my back and effectively holding me locked into an embrace of sorts with the grunt getting onto me big time.

I snarled at the sensation of Brock's slick dick rubbing against mine and ground my hips against his belly to get more of that good feeling over my straining cock, my vocalization going into his muzzle. Brock sucked on my tongue, deep and hard, and my manly sound turned into an outright moan. Brock's tall ears flicked sharply and our muzzles broke apart briefly, eyes meeting eyes, and paws still gripping hard.

"You fucking...Griggs!" the Dobie growled against my lips before he mashed onto them again, and I opened mine freely so that his tongue could get in, should it want to.

I pushed Brock against the wall and returned the kiss while my hips instinctively began to fuck against his groin, rubbing my slick boner into the messy furs and firm muscles there and sending sparks of pleasure through my system. Brock grunted and pushed that paw over my ass and then into my crack, while I kept humping and pinning him to the wall, grunting deeply whenever my tip rubbed over his abs. The Dobie soldier's fingers dug into the flesh under the base of my tail and soon, when my hips swung backwards, pressed against my tailhole and pushed in.

I growled at the sensation of my recently battered flesh being spread over again by those two thick fingertips forcing their way through my pucker and into the slick tunnel beyond. The muscles squeezed down on Brock, telling him to get lost, but my body wanted more, and I immediately pushed my ass back to meet the touch, somehow, to get more of that strange sensation inside me while we battled for the dominance with our paws, cocks and our fingers.

The heady musk filled my nose and made thinking anything except my horniness pretty fucking damn difficult, and with Brock writhing and humping his thick doggie cock against my belly in a mad, erratic rhythm, I knew the Dobie needed this as much as I did. Screw everything else. We were young guys wanting to fuck and it was gonna happen right now, no matter that we were probably making the whole wall shake with our humping.

My claws dug onto Brock's sides while I held onto him, thrusting mightily and trying to tease both my dick and my hungry ass while I mauled his muzzle with my lips and my tongue, and I felt that he was tense, too, returning my hot moves and adding some of his own as well. We panted, snarled, snapped our teeth and did it hard and fast, damned be the consequences. He was making my ass burn and my cock burn, my knot rubbing raw against his belly, slapping his own big bulb with the occasional hard jab, and every muscle in ours bodies rippled while he drove ourselves and each other towards the brink.

It was hard and heavy and dirty and suddenly Brock's head lunged down and bit onto my shoulder, almost drawing blood and definitely drawing a deep growl from me when my head threw back at the sudden rush of pain going down my shoulder and then into my spine. My hips slammed and my ass squeezed down on his fingers, and suddenly there was a warm rush of heat over my belly when Brock's cock unloaded a massive spurt of doggie spunk all over our chests. It clung onto the furs, splashed and stuck there, and more came while our bodies writhed and rammed and that infuriating sensation continued while Brock humped me and rode out his second orgasm of the night, against my messy, sweaty belly.

I was close, too, in a pleasurable haze of musk and heat, when the pressure on my shoulder waned and I realized, through my barely open, sweat-matted eyes, that Brock had lifted his head and was now panting hard, tongue hanging out of his muzzle while his body still shivered with the intensity of his orgasm. My own cock twitched, and so did my finger-pierced asshole, but I wasn't quite there, I needed more, I needed Brock...

I gave a couple of desperate thrusts against the slick trail of cum over his belly, each of which sent a spark of pleasure into my balls, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't...

Brock, his eyes wide and his muzzle so open that I could see his tonsils.

My paws grabbed onto his hips and he moved along to the shift of my arms, my muscles straining as I manipulated the panting soldier, pulled him off the wall and then made him face it, huffing like a steam engine.

My eyes fell down to the brown curves of his ass, muscled and firm and with that perfect, wagging nub of a tail that just called for my hips to slam down on that completely damn unattainable ass.

I hugged him from behind, roughly, arms around his waist and his chest, and pushed my cock into the crack of his rump and began to thrust as fast as my tired hips and my sore ass could do, to rub my wet dick up and down that hot crevice and get me off as soon as I could.

He tensed, he fucking tensed while I humped him and felt my hips drive to his, my cock poking his asshole with every thrust I hammered onto Brock's rump and my teeth pressed against the invisible scruff on his neck while I moaned his name.

"Brock..."

I slammed my hips forward and shot my load right there, spurting out of me in a pearly arc that splashed the underside of Brock's tail and then landed on his back and marked him with my musk while my cock twitched and pulsed more of my doggie cum out of my balls and made it fly all over the Dobie's broad, ripped back. His body was completely still, all sudden, except for his rapid breathing, and I clung onto him, still working my hips in that makeshift tunnel of his tight rump while I orgasmed, panted, and slammed myself onto him again and again until I no longer could.

I almost went down onto my knees when my strength gave out and I staggered backwards, collided with the sink, and then slumped against the wall near the shower, panting and staring at the twitching tailtip that had a pearly glob of cum hanging off it. That was the least of the mess that was Brock's back now, covered in big streams of cum that clung to his furs and glowed back to me. The mark highest up was on his neck, where my tongue had slurred his name over it, and left saliva.

I panted, my cock throbbed, and I just stared at what I had done, and how Brock just stood there, one arm slumped against the wall, panted, and wouldn't move. His dog tags hung from his neck and swayed, and still occasionally tapped against the wall and made my ears flick when that happened.

"Shit," I panted, licking my lips that felt suddenly dry, even if my muzzle seemed to be overflowing with spit as a result of the musk that had filled all my senses, and still did, with every agitated breath I took into my toned chest. "Damn..."

Brock's ears were flat against his skull while he remained there, half-slumped, dripping my spunk and not making much of a sound besides breathing.

"Fucking hell, Brock..." I muttered.

I stepped closer to the still Dobie and patted my paw against his shoulder.

"Fucking hell..."

His eyes snapped towards me and his teeth were bared in an instant, faster, even faster than the paws that snapped onto my wrists and were used to pull my arms behind my back before I managed to utter even a token grunt of surprise. He pulled me to himself, lodged his hard cock against my ass and bit on my ear, panting still.

"Messy Griggs is gonna be getting a lot messier now, wuff...." he slurred, and jammed himself forward to drive that dick between my rump cheeks, so that our balls collided.

I barked.

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