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The elephant stood gazing up at the arch with barely concealed distaste. It wasn't that he didn't like school; it was just that the arch seemed overly ostentatious for a public school buried in the Alabama back waters. He'd thought the same thing every single day for the last three weeks, since classes started. Maybe he was too smart for his own good, too picky to be content when contentedness was due. Why did he feel the need to pick at something so stupid as the way his school was decorated?

He'd come from smaller, his middle school barely maintaining enough registered students to stay open. He'd dominated at football, naturally... 'Bama O'meres was the biggest dude in the county from early adolescence on. At sixteen he topped seven feet and moved like a rolling mound of muscle. In good ole' Dixie, success with the pigskin meant success in the social arena, as well. Most people found him hard to understand, but that was understandable and apparently unimportant. 'Bama's big secret was his big head, housing a big, powerful brain. So why did he care that his school looked so falsely pretentious?

The elephant swung his head to the right, guided by some odd instinct. Another person stood gazing at the archway, the emotions on his face comically similar to 'Bama's own. The young man sharing his view turned a look on the elephant and rolled his eyes, pointed snout breaking into a grin. The big baller returned the grin good naturedly, cast another appraising look on the well made canine, then hefted his backpack and headed for first quarter. He looked back on his way through the doors. The dog, some sort of brown and black shepherd mix, waved at him. 'Bama waved back. A secret grin twitched at the corners of his mouth, spiking around adolescent tusks.

Three weeks was plenty of time for the school year to get into it's overly casual, grinding against the day swing. French gave way to Mathematics that in turn lost precedence to English Lit. It was the rhythm he'd saw his days marching too for a span of time closing in on eternity. Around the time Chemistry was ending the need to get out and sweat took hold of him mightily. He stuffed his notebooks in his bag, stood up a little more quickly than he was accustomed, and rushed out the door. Something was drawing him towards the locker room; his feet flew beneath him in impatience. He came chugging down the hall to the curious feeling, only to find his suspicions confirmed. The canine from earlier idled outside the gym, peeking hesitantly through the doors. 'Bama approached him from behind and cleared his throat softly.

The shepherd mix turned quickly and flattened 'Bama with his brilliant green eyes. The elephant's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, a feeling more intensely curious than the one that'd tugged him here so quickly. The pachyderm shook his head to clear it, then offered a manly nod in greeting. "Here for football practice? Ain't seen ya around school yet."

The canine shook his head and let the door close behind him. His footpad rolled backwards around a curved ball then brought the black and white checkered object forward. "Soccer. I played goalie at my other school. Just transferred here with my parents. This is the gym, right?" While they conversed, the canine casually passed the soccer ball between his rear paws. 'Bama nodded confirmation, then offered him a big, leathery gray palm.

"I'm 'Bama, first string quarter back. Uh... The soccer boys meet out on the field and only use the gym for the showers after..."

The mutt took the pachyderm's big hand in his own and squeezed it briefly before opening the door to the gym again, then holding the portal open for his much larger companion. "I know. I've been practicing with the 'soccer boys' all year. I just needed to talk to Headcoach." He slurred the words together to make the title one word and for the first time, 'Bama noticed the other's accent wasn't in grained. It shifted, picking up hints of other places at unexpected times. The elephant felt captivated by the odd little shifts, and wondered not for the first time just what in the hell was going on here.

"Sorry, man. I'm David. Got a little distracted."

So did I, 'Bama thought in answer but didn't voice aloud. His distraction was getting to be a bother. Was the other male looking at him oddly? Measuring him up a little too fully? The quarterback swallowed quickly. He felt the lump press against the inside of his gym shorts, cupped by his athletic gear and effectively strapped against his thigh. David offered him a winning if somewhat amused smile, tilted his head, and motioned across the court to the offices in back. "Good meeting you, 'Bama. Maybe I'll catch you after practice some time, yeah?"

The elephant watched the mutt leave with a confused yet terribly enticed wrinkle across the bridge of his curled snout.

His body was built for sports. What that amounted to was that no matter his intellectual distraction, the footballer pitched, rolled, hit and scrambled much like any other. If he missed a pass that should have been no problem, well... Some days were just like that, right? He finished the day with sprints which raised a fine sheen of manly sweat from the peak of his bald head down to the backs of his sturdy knees. He was well and truly exhausted and welcomed a hot shower soon as it came available. He plucked his bottle from his locker, straddled the waiting bench, and closed his eyes to cool off with a refreshing sip.

Eventually the room lined up with others waiting on hot water, two teams from competing sports. A line drew itself down the center of the lockers, separating footballers from soccer players. Neither group seemed particularly interested in crossing the neutral ground. 'Bama opened his eyes after a moment. Naturally, they settled on David, directly across from him, cooling off in the same manner as the elephant. His eyes paid sharp attention to the alluring v curve of the mutt's brown hips, visible even above the white towel. David seemed to sense someone's attention and glanced up.

"There's the new guy," a high pitched voice squealed at his shoulder though the comment didn't sound directed at him. 'Bama slewed his gaze away just in time to avoid the shepherd mix's return glance, instead focusing on the players around him. His tailback, a slender black weasel, was taking his ease, leaning against the row of metal and chatting with a third stringer. "Moved him here from another school. Some crazy shit, man. His boyfriend," and the tone with which he said it outlined his disgust, "kicked his ass in the parking lot. Serves him right, fucking fag."

"Man, you got to be full of it," the third stringer replied, a bitchy looking wild cat. 'Bama couldn't even remember the dude's name, but that was beyond him at the moment. Two things started hammering at his heart. One was desire. He knew what it was, now that he could put paid to where it came from. Though he'd never thought such before about anyone, let alone a guy, the mix breed mutt sitting across from him was hot with a capitol sizzle and was starting to turn the elephant's crank. The other was a growing sense of injustice that could probably lead to getting expelled from the team. His massive head swung angrily away from the pitchy muscalid just as the other responded.

"Nah man. Bet that fucking fag's gunna sit in here every day and dream about our dongs. Why the hell do they let him in our locker room?" The weasel turned to spit and found himself suddenly in the shadows despite the overhead fluorescents. 'Bama looked down from a towering height and for the first time paid attention to the way his body shifted. The image reflected from wide black eyes was utterly menacing.

In the weasel's eye, 'Bama topped seven foot and seemed to loom even higher. His muscles the packing pachyderm had always taken for granted, never quite having the constant contact with people sufficient to realize how powerful he was in comparison. His skin looked the texture of leather armor and seemed just as good for getting in a scrap. The worst part, as always with such visual posturing, was the elephant's eyes. They normally seemed a soft, merry grey, contrasting with his torpid features, this 'Bama knew on his own. At that moment, however, his eyes turned into icicles that appeared somehow dirty with his anger. The weasel gulped and leaned further away, breaking contact with a wince.

'Bama rolled on with his imperious bluff, turning and crossing the neutral zone in a casual but arrow straight amble. Like taking a collective breath, every soccer boy in the room turned to that innocent transgression and compressed around their goalie. It was a touching gesture, and one that obviously surprised the mutt, now the center of everyone's attention. The elephant's composure faltered for a second; that was good sense telling him this was a bad, bad idea. A voice he usually listened too. A great dane stepped forward from the soccer flock, appointing himself champion by virtue of size, though he was well under the elephant's stature. The heavy jowls on the mottle white and black face were just beginning to draw into a snarl when the tension broke to a voice.

"'Bama! Hey man, how's it going? Thought I'd see you after practice!" Despite the good cheer in his voice, the canine looked sick with anxiety. No wonder, if the tailback's gossip had a grain of truth to it. 'Bama slipped his sausage like fingers in the roll of his towel and slipped through the line of soccer players. They all backed up considerably, as if each were wondering what they really could have done in a violent situation. The Dane even glanced at 'Bama as they passed chest to chest and had the grace to blush. 'Bama planted his feet wide and faced David forward on. The elephant rolled his head to one side and regarded his opposite. His spreading grin was equal parts bluff and bravado and to a lesser extent, embarrassment. Not that he let that out in his voice when the time came.

The pachyderm then became the day's gossip in one swift move. He gently undid the binding on his wrap and let the white fabric dangle in his free hand. This exposed his high, round rear to the entire locker room, eliciting a chorus of groans and a gasp or two. He felt all their eyes on him, burning against his mooney grey ass cheeks, but it was the look on David's face that he was most interested in. Time slowed for a bit as he studied the expression. There was so much there he couldn't read. His bass voice rolled out. "Locker room politics, man. I hear ya may like the sight of this." Like some internal infernal metronome, the boom of his tone pulsed in his flopping, uncut cock, starting to stiffen.

"Seems to me that ain't a bad thing." Uncoiling loosely, 'Bama's trunk reached out companionably and settled on the canine's shoulder, ever so gently caressing David's jaw bone in passing. The mutt looked on the verge of having a stroke, his eyes bulging from their sockets. But locked on the quarterback's engorging dick, 'Bama was pleased to notice. He shifted on his feet and cocked his hips sideways so that the heavy pendulum swung gently above his balls, lining up his body to address the rest of the players and expose himself at the same go. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't give a shit who's gettin' sucked and who's doin' the sucking. Long as e'erybody's happy, shouldn't be any of our business." Clearly sporting a flare for theatrics, the elephant began to turn away then returned in a curious rush, his eyebrow lifting. "'Cept, I guess, unless you're lookin to get your dick sucked."

A curious thing happened. A stir of warm, moist air breathed across the sensitive glans of his cock head, just peaking from his foreskin. 'Bama nearly jumped in surprise and shot his gaze down. David was there, the mutt's sharp muzzle a scant inch from the elephant's bloated cock. He still wore that slightly sick expression, but his eyes were locked on the man dangling so tantalizingly close. This the big baller hadn't planned on. He suddenly felt a little sick himself. He didn't want his first blowjob here, in front of all these ignorant assholes, despite provoking the scene. A phrase occurred to him just as the office door banged open 'round the corner, carrying a spill of voices. The phrase was one he'd learned on his own several years back, expanding his literary capabilities. The phrase was 'Deus ex machina.'

By the time Coach Helden came around the corner with their pathetic excuse for an athletic coordinator, Mr. Shelt, the atmosphere had limped back to normal. David caved under the stares rather quickly, threw on his sweats without showering, and excused himself for home. 'Bama's thick hide served him better. He waited for the administration to leave, then changed into an old pair of sweats much as the canine had, exiting without showering. He'd stink his truck up to high heaven, but we was being drawn in the shepherd's wake yet again. The elephant paused at the double doors and cast a glance back across the locker room. Here and there a set of eyes met his own, most from the soccer players on his right. Acting on impulse, 'Bama uncurled his trunk again and blasted a sharp, derisive huff.

In the parking lot his old Ford hammered to life with a pleasing rumble. The vibration passed through his steering wheel, into his palms, and down toward his sternum. Then it passed into his crotch and jiggered the hole under his squat tail. Sensations he'd never experienced before, incredibly pleasant ones. The elephant groaned and pulled on the front of his sweats. Another car backfired near him, jerking 'Bama upright with a rueful grimace. The pachyderm eased out his clutch in reverse, pulled from the lot, and steered towards the back way home.

As soon as the trees closed in around him 'Bama tucked his hand down the front of his pants and fished out his semi turgid manhood. He remembered the feeling of that one hot, heavy breath and suddenly his cock came alive again, harder than ever before. Another groan slipped between his tusks and his trunk shot out, wrapping around the wheel even as his other hand came free. Driving with his nose was incredibly bad form, for now he couldn't live without both massive palms wrapped around the fullness of his proportionately large staff. The foreskin rolled smoothly up and down between his fingers, covering and then exposing the dusky pink shade of his cock head over and over again until the stiff grip milked a single drop of precum from the slit in the flat tip. He shifted his grip again, sliding his fingers under the grey mound of his scrotum. He squeezed and whined. Close, but not exactly it.

A single finger pressed down hard on the smaller mound beneath his sack and his dick jerked in his other hand. There the finger stayed for a minute, vibrating with the rumble of the truck. Then it slid hesitantly lower, parting his muscular ass cheeks. The tough pad of his finger found that tight hole just below his tail and with some hesitation, the elephant applied pressure. His hand compressed around the thick barrel of his cock head, flared similar to a stud horses; thin pre oozed between his fingers, enough to slather the rest of his length in the natural lubricant. While he was processing these incredible sensations, a blip caught the corner of his eye, and slowly brought him back around. A bike lay abandoned and smoking in the deep ditch to his right. 'Bama cut his speed and peered up ahead, but stubborn male that he was, left his hands just were they were.

And maybe he felt just the teeniest bit excited, maybe that he'd get caught driving 'recklessly'.

The elephant gripped the head of his rod tightly and made a decision. His dick pumped in his fist, abdominal muscles compressing as tightly as he could manage to support the stiff weight. His diddling finger pressed hard against the ring of his sphincter, harder, then broke through. 'Bama trumpeted in surprise, the sound muted and strangled as it wound it's way through his occupied trunk. The growth between his thighs pulsed again, begging for the final strokes that would set free his load. A figure, previously unmarked between the trees and bushes, crested the hill before the elephant in his truck and turned around, obviously to hail the driver.

"Fuuuuck!" 'Bama groaned his rolling grumble and slid his finger free. As his hand withdrew, the elastic waistband of his sweats snapped against his balls and the elephant issued another low trumpet of pain. Perversely, his cock pulsed with the pain and seemed in no mood to stop. The pachyderm tucked it inside his leggings as best he could before rolling to a stop beside the brown and black canine hoofing it home.

David came to the window but no further, glancing uncertainly inside. He couldn't miss the elephant's raging errection... But he didn't comment. Nor did he look the quarterback directly in the eye. "Uh... Hey man."

'Bama cleared his throat and replied just as carefully. "Hey. That your bike?" David nodded and turned his gaze back down the road. 'Bama couldn't help but noticed, yet again, how green they were. "Can I give you a lift, man? We could probably toss it in the back."

"Uh, yeah. Thanks, man. 'Bama, right?"

Startled, the elephant tried to catch the canine's attention again and failed. His mouth turned downwards at the corners, obviously disappointed. "Yeah, 'Bama. You're David. Hop in, we'll grab your bike and get you home. I suppose you must live down this way."

"Yeah, on the left. Used to belong to Donny Roscoe, I think. I'll hop in the back, guide you in."

'Bama wanted to protest, but left it at that. It was hard to think with his erection pounding in his head pants. The elephant's ears perked at the sound of toe nails scratching on metal and when he looked back, David was crouched in the bed of the truck. They returned to the abandoned bike, hurled it into the bed thanks to their combined upper body strength, and the mutt hopped back up there with it, murmuring something about keeping it from falling out. 'Bama drove the other youth home in silence while his cock went limp between his knees.

David signaled a halt at the end of the driveway and the elephant obliged. Working together they pulled the bike out and righted it, but for a moment stood facing each other across the frame work. David coughed uncomfortably and turned away, then began pushing his wheel down the dirt path. 'Bama started to get in the cab without speaking, then stopped and called out.

"Hey man. There used to be some great fish in old Donny's lake. Mind if I come over tomorrow and pull out a few?" David paused, then glanced back. Something like a grin, but just vaguely, split his muzzle. The mutt nodded and just like that, 'Bama felt the afternoon going great again. He rumbled home happily, already packing his tackle in the back of his mind.

They met early the next day, and it was a great day for it. Why they met was ostensibly to fish. 'Bama even wanted to fish, a little. To relax and maybe get inside this guy's skull. They marked out great spots around Roscoe's old pond, the banks neatly trimmed and manicured. A scrim of woods surrounded the lake, separating it from the house David occupied. Their day wore on in relative silence. The tension mounted.

Eventually, 'Bama leaned back casually in his industrial grade folding chair, his fishing pole mostly forgotten. It was the other pole, thick and meaty and straining the crotch of his jeans, that needed attention. Big grey eyes tinged with curiosity and the excitement of the forbidden sought out David's, which were struggling to find any place to settle. The mutt's eyes, frightened but unbelievably green, fluttered like a humming bird between the pachyderm's crotch, face, shoulders, and some indefinable part of the woods behind 'Bama's left shoulder. The elephant's brow quirked; he let the tension between them build. By the time his hand began suggestively stroking the teeth of his steel zipper, making a soft leather on metal "scrch", his canine buddy was blushing furiously beneath the brown and black fur.

Something resolved itself in David's mind, for the shepherd mix started forward in his seat. 'Bama's big palm left his zipper but instead firmly settled on the canine's knee, pressing him back. The elephant's secret grin grew and slipped the corners of his mouth. "Easy, buddy, easy... Sit back." All going to plan, so far. He had quite a bit to say, but it had begun well enough by his estimation. "Just watch for a sec... We been relaxing out here all day, gettin' comfortable with each other."

David's long muzzle curled unexpectedly, his lean soccer body shrinking under the heavy hand. The canine whined a pitch that sounded uncertain and confused to the elephant's ears and it caught him off guard. 'Bama snatched his hand back quickly, showing both palms in supplication; his grin slid away. He felt surprisingly hurt by the denial, and almost lost himself on that introspection alone. David spoke with a rough, clarifying edge to his voice.

"Look man. I don't wanna fuck with anybody; I just wanna get through high school and go on to do my thing somewhere else. I don't need any body fucking with me. You get up in front of the locker room like that, flash your shit at me, announce to the whole world I'd like to suck your dick. Which, yeah, maybe I do man, but it's not like I'm jumping you or anything. For fuck's sake, you asked me to come fishing on my property. Where does the fucking joke end, man? What the fuck do you want?"

Immediately the slim canine shrank back in his seat. His eyes had flicked back to the big elephant's. Their warm gray essence had frosted round the corners and took on the rime of rice ice. Then, just as unexpected as the mutt's rant had been, 'Bama round himself bellowing laugher which shook the muscle layered paunch of his belly like an earthquake. David's ears shrank flat against his head at the overpowering noise, his lips drawing back to loose another small whine. 'Bama hated the look of anxiety on his new friend (and yes, he would call him friend from now on) but he couldn't help chugging out laughter. Eventually the quakes settled long enough for him to dash water from the corners of his eyes.

'Bama's gaze went from harsh to tender like sunlight through thin clouds. Laughing like that had been exceedingly refreshing, both of spirit and libedo. The weight of his cock against his thigh, his nuts strangled by the white cotton of his briefs, was starting to feel uncomfortably sublime. He leaned forward again and placed his palm with great delicacy on David's inner thigh and cock his head at a confiding angle.

"Peace, man, peace. No one's hear to fuck with you." The pachyderm, minding the strength in his sausage fingers, gently closed his hand around the canine's upper thigh and set to work gently kneading at the flesh. He didn't slide his hand suggestively upwards, but intuition said that, eventually, his knuckles would be brushing against something as hard as the lump in his own jeans. For now, 'Bama pinned the shepherd mix with his intensity while shifting a bit lower in his own seat, exposing the stretch of his fly under the mass of hard belly. The big guy's trunk uncurled and tentatively reached out, breathed a gentle puff of air in David's nose, then slipped across his own grin lipped at the oversized zipper. "Watch for a sec, relax. I knew we had talkin' to do and this is precisely why."

David watched with wary fascination that showed plainly on his handsome snout. In just one afternoon 'Bama had learned so much from his buddy's curls and snarls and whines; like it or not the elephant had never really paid much attention to other people. After his last outburst, the canine had become as easy to read as a fiction novel. As the metal teeth snapped beneath his trunk, the pachyderm made a small amendment. He could read the other's body language pretty clearly, but it was also pretty clear the mutt was more Ayn Rand than Stephen King. Three, two, one... The pressure relief was enormous, even though the tube of his manhood was still trapped between his unders and his overs. Too much introspection.

'Bama lifted his hips and skinned his jeans down one-handed, a remarkably dexterous maneuver considering their collapsible perches. The extra long tails of his neat checked button down flopped over his lap and covered the global mound of his sack but failed utterly to hide the spear shaft jutting from a stretched leg hole. 'Bama's floppy ears twitched at David's harsh gasp. He felt the canine's thigh clench beneath his massaging fingers and, as predicted, a tapered nub pressed against his hand. The footballer twitched aside his shirt tails with a delicate flip of his third arm then locked eyes with the other male again.

"Here it is, bro," his bass voice rumbled, undisturbed by the trunk's gyrations. David's eyes flicked back and forth, glammared, the pauses between each flick growing longer. 'Bama's "third arm" possessed three folded flaps at the end of it, like small gripping digits. These three extra fingers began at the base of his throbbing cock and began walking their way upwards, massaging the uncut grey rod in time to the clenching of his fingers. "You can see I'm cool, right? I mean, this would be a hell of a set up, yeah?" Ever so carefully, he shifted his first two fingers up along the canine's thigh and circled them around what felt like the crown of his shaft.

David trembled like he'd been shocked but swallowed and nodded. 'Bama struggled to maintain his composer when his friend's frown broke and the dog's wide tongue lolled from his mouth. His grasping third arm finally reached the upper quarter of his shaft and gripped the girth in its tricorner fold. The elephant skinned down the extra flesh with obvious leisurely delight, bright grey orbs half closing in his massive skull. The head thus revealed, already sporting a tiny drop of salty liquid, flared at the last inch and a half and remained oddly flat and barrel shaped. The muscular flaps of his dexterous nose smeared in the drool of precum and he inhaled lightly, stroking the flat crown from the lip of its flare on up.

David went to lean forward again but the big man again restrained him. The mutt whined and wriggled, but held his piece. While the extra digits circled his cock head with increasing vigor, shooting jolts up his thick spine, 'Bama continued. "We're young dudes, right? We're smart dudes, an don't let the drawl fool no body. Full of hormones and, yanno, desires. Lots of people don't get that." The masturbating muscle flexed and clenched. 'Bama blew out his breath with a pleased huff. Beneath his fingers he felt his mostly silent companion's need throb, could feel it warm through the tight fabric. "So we get each other's backs, yeah? I mean, no one's going to mess with me and I won't let 'em mess with you. I'd do that just outta my good nature."

The shepherd mix yipped and whined in agitation, his tight body writhing in its clothes. "I'm going to die here if you don't get to the point," the canine managed to grumble, though he kept his arms self consciously at his side.

"C'mon man, don't be thick. We've got shit in common. Doubt you'll find anyone else at school that's read Machiavelli. Mmmm..." The elephant's eyes shuttered again as his trunk curled all the way around his cock and began a milking pulse. "What I'm saying is we can be friends, good friends, do some explorin' together. Find out what we like and help each other. Got a lifetime ahead of us, at least four years of that in close proximity to each other."

"So what you're saying is... Ahem... Well..." David blushed furiously again, despite how desperately his manhood begged for freedom. "I, uh, suck your cock, and, uh... You know, you suck mine..." The canine finished lamely and looked away, brilliant greens casting out over the previously forgotten lake. 'Bama tightened his grip on the canine's thigh, forcing his attention again. The elephant's trunk continued to pulse and constrict around his raging errection, completely oblivious to the hefty matters on discussion, but he moved his big hand from thigh to fly. The mutt's voice caught in his throat; with one sure move, 'Bama tore open David's zipper, exposing the naked brown and black fur beneath. Just visible, disappearing down his pant leg, was a flash of hot pink flesh that suggested a surprising girth. Anchoring it to the mutt's crotch was a second, knotty bulge, already swollen enough to hold back its sheath. The soccer player's slender hands finally came into lay, sliding down his hips and drawing his blue jeans with them. Of a sudden, the knotted rutt stick popped free, David gasping in obvious relief.

'Bama uncoiled his flexy snout, its dusky grey captive seeming to groan in relief as it refilled with blood. That groan caught itself just behind the pachyderm's wedge flat teeth. The prehensile tube caught a reflection breaking across the water and glimmered, coated in a thin slime of preejaculate, as it stretched tentatively across to the canine's burning cock. David's hips rose to meet him so 'Bama swirled his trunk into a muscular funnel and sank it over the pointed doggy prick. The muscle delicately conformed to shape, creating a perfectly sized pocket that sunk to the knot.

With his hands and rammer momentarily freed the elephant shuffled forward a little and rearranged their seating. He placed himself knee to knee with his partner, the shepherd whimpering and whining with his eyes squeezed closed as he sought desperately to hump upwards into any sort of friction. 'Bama squeezed and milked David's slick pecker but denied the sliding of skin on skin with extremely clever muscle control. The elephant took himself in his own two palms, one causing him to savor the clean rasp of cotton on his leathery balls as they rolled beneath his fingers. The digits topping the other worked at his foreskin casually, unconcerned with how long this was all taking. Part of him marveled at how right and fine it all seemed, two men with their dicks out in the morning sun, both popping fine beads of sweat along their pads. All they'd done so far is touched, and only in one direction.

The burlier of the two males leaned forward, pressing the top of his cock against the curve of his own belly. While he stroked its underside, 'Bama cleared his throat and answered for the first time with embarrassment. "Well, uh... Yeah, if you wanna be crass about it. What I'm trying to get at man is that we should be, yanno... Friends with benefits. I mean real buds. We can do this anytime we want, man. Just have fun and uh... Well. Stuff." David's eyes flew open as the pachyderm's trunk constricted around his painfully swollen dick and then began to slide around it like a python. The three "fingered" appendage caressed the canine's bulging knot with a gentle lip, then wormed it's way between and beneath the full furry nuts. The elephant inhaled, drawing a cool breath across David's hidden pink star. The mutt uttered his most piercing, plaintive whine yet, arched his back, and pressed that most secret of areas down on the surprisingly soft nostrils.

'Bama sucked in another breath, this one hot from contact between flesh. What he smelled was clean and slightly salty, still detecting the lingering odor of lavender bath soap. His big, sex numbed faced split into another rough grin. Despite honest suspicions, it was clear that David had at least hoped for something along these lines and washed up accordingly. 'Bama stuck his tongue between his flat teeth, a concentration aid, and flexed one of the muscles at the end of his trunk. It pressed against the canine's tail hole, somehow curled around itself like a tongue, and then slipped past the clenched muscles the barest fraction of an inch. While he was so utterly focused on fucking the dog with his snout, the pachyderm's concentration slipped and a ring of muscle squeezed around the back of David's knot. The howl that burst from the shepherd mix's lungs was both breath taking and a primal expression of MAN that caused the elephant's cock to jump of its own accord. 'Bama quickly squeezed his eyes shut, and just in time, as thick globs of seed splattered across the bridge of his nose, down the inside curls of his trunk, and puddled up from the throbbing red prick still trapped.

David's drawn out exultation ended in an amazed bout of laughter that brought relief to the elephant. For the first time, the canine truly seemed to relax, collapsing back in his chair as 'Bama's trunk uncurled around his pick, still throbbing a fiery red. The pachyderm's palm rolled his skin up and down his cock at an increased pace while his little buddy recovered, but before he could even come near finishing, dues ex machine intervened. Again. "David!" A rough, powerful voice barked through the trees, starling the canine from his revere. Panic struck his body language, freezing him solid for a second. 'Bama grunted and snatched clumsily for his pants while the soccer player did the same; a body crashed relentlessly through the under brush through them. The elephant was just shoving his swollen manhood into his jeans when David leaned forward, snagged a jagged rock from the waterline, and brought the sharp edge across his doggy rear paws. 'Bama watched in shock as the mutt gasped against the pain and then bled bright red all over the grass. His hand twitched the rock away just as a masculine figure swathed in black and brown fur much like his own stormed into the clearing.

"David, are you ok?" The German shepherd raced across the clearing, the barest hitch in his breathing. 'Bama jumped up like he'd been burned, then fell on his knees examining the ragged gash in the younger dog's foot, concealing his burning curiosity with friendly concern. A look passed between footballer and soccer star. "We heard you howl, thought maybe you boys were lost or something... You know." The older male took a knee next to the hulking elephant and dug his thumbs in around the wound. The mutt sucked in a breath and let it hiss out between his teeth 'fore answering.

"We're fine dad. Just stepped on a sharp rock. Surprised the hell out of me, right, 'Bama?" The shepherd's eyes cast up at the gentle swear, amber hues ringed with embarrassed disappointment. David swallowed. 'Bama snorted in agreement. Dad, as he was known in those parts, took to his feet again. 'The elephant caught the older male, a fine specimen in his own right, sneaking glances his way and sniffing at the air. A streak of creamy white ran the curve of the underside of his snout, but 'Bama returned that questioning gaze with one of absolute innocence. The shepherd twisted his snout at something, then gestured back the way he'd come with his head. "Well come on, boys. Let's get back to the house and patch that up."

This was the end of their first time together and with so much left undone. 'Bama recognized that almost instantly but found himself powerless to prevent it. His dick hung limp in his pants, mercifully, but his balls burned with need. There was nothing he'd be doing about it for a while now, at least. Instead, he shook himself from his disappointment and offered David the tiniest, slyest grin. The canine returned it secretly, and held out his hands for a lift. The pachyderm was more than happy to oblige, happy to press flesh any way they could get it. "You cut your paw open, bro," he mumbled as they staggered along behind Dad.

"I know," David responded with what could only be a grin in his voice. "Panicked." Then he chuckled, settled his arm around the elephant's wide hip, and hobbled home with the support of his pal.