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Making sure no one was behind him, Thunderbolt hurried down the moonlit path, finally relaxing slightly. It had been so long since he had been alone... Too long. Looking around, he was pleased to see that there was not another soul in sight. Sure, the life of an actor was rewarding. It most definitely had its' perks; what, with all of the adoring fans, the money, the fame, and all the kibble one could even dream of eating... Yet, even with all of these perks, he still felt like he was missing something... Something important, something vital. All day long, every day, he was busy from the moment his eyelids dragged open to the moment they gratefully sank shut in the evening, exhausted by the day's worth of activities. Whether it was performing, making a public appearance, or simply taking a stroll down the street while trying not to be recognized, it took its toll upon his poor body. He was exhausted. That wasn't even the worst part, though... And it was here that the real crux of the problem took form. He was busy all bloody day, and never had any time to himself anymore. It used to be that he would be left alone during the night, but now even then there were always guards watching him, making sure that he couldn't run off again. There had been certain... Things... He had done by nighttime, things seldom shared with strangers. He was thinking of pawing off, naturally. And of course, with these new arrangements, it was nigh on impossible. 'So, what does that leave us with?' chuckled Thunderbolt to himself, 'One very pent up and horny wonderdog!' Even just walking, he could feel the weight in his balls of all of his stored up juices, just waiting for release for all this time. These days, his sheath felt like it was ready to plump up at even the slightest bit of anything interesting, be it simply the sight of another bitch's rear plumbing. Grinning uneasily, he even remembered a few days ago, when the sight of a semi-aroused male had gotten his blood flowing hot and fast down below. "Even he would be better than nothing!" Thunderbolt exclaimed suddenly, giggling slightly. What an idiot he must seem, to anyone near. However, this evening was all different. The guards had appeared, like clockwork, and taken up their positions by the door. Everything was as usual... Until they sat down. They had never done that before. Soon, yawns began to be heard... And then, before he knew it, they were both fast asleep, napping on the job. "Too easy..." he chuckled, walking past them. Of course, they had not seen the couple pills he had slipped into their coffees... He was much too stealthy for that. Not enough to harm them, of course... "Just enough to put them out." Walking through the park faster now, he made a straight line to one of his old favourite hiding spots, from back before he was on television. The path now bent away to the left, and to anyone else perhaps, the right side may have seemed unbroken shrubs and trees, but he was not fooled. That particular barrier was no more than a foot thick at the thickest, and... "Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed, wagging his tail in anticipation. Lowering his head, he ducked under the thicket through the slight break in the branches, scooting his hind quarters down to squeeze tightly through. On the other side, not much was different. The path was visible, slightly, and trees were all around. Overhead, the moon shone as brightly as before, illuminating the forest around him in a pale silvery glow. However, yet again he relied upon experience and set off in a trot perpendicular to the path, and it quickly faded out of sight. Now, as though nature was truly coming alive, the sounds of the forest began to swell around him, surrounding him and reverberating throughout his entire body. Bats swooped darkly overhead, their faint but piercing cries music to his ears. They were old witnesses to this sort of deed; he didn't think they would mind. Finally, a soft rushing sound, that of fast moving water, began to be heard over the background noise, and gratefully he sped up his paws, the end of his travels nearby. Breaking out of the bush, he entered a clearing, and once again, like always, he had to stop and look around first. There was just no way not to. Soft, green grasses carpeted the floor of the glade, wild flowers interspersed in between and releasing their delicate aromas to the nighttide air. Pink cherry trees surrounded the clearing, with lilac bushes and other various shrubs of all colours, mixed in with the occasional pine tree. Overhead, the moon cast down it's pale glow, sparkling off the crystal clear waters of the creek that wound its way through the middle of the clearing. Tall, natural granite walls guarded over the far edge of the clearing, and on the opposite end was a steep cliff, only about 50 feet high, but still enough to make a beautiful display of the starry sky above. A few tall rocks were spread out thinly throughout the field, rocks of granite and basalt and other heavy, dark rocks, placed there as though by a god's hand. Sighing in contentment, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious aromas. However... There was something new here, something different. He tried to sort it all out, but the overpowering smells of the blossoming flowers and the sweet water filled his nostrils until he could not concentrate upon anything else. Shrugging, he trotted up to his favourite rock, cock tip already peaking free from his sheath, a clear drop hanging from the tip. Hopping up on the top of the rock, he raised his muzzle to the sky and gave a long, drawn out howl, a howl of release and of pleasure to come. The mountainous lands around for miles rang with his lusty and passionate cry, and the soft sound of his own voice returned to his ears, making him smile and wag his tail. Now for the real fun! Leaping off the rock again, he began to think of all the things he might do... And, suddenly, he was tripping, landing on something soft, and with a yelp he smacked his muzzle hard into the ground, body sliding to a halt behind him. He remained there for a moment, and then leapt to his paws, slightly dazed. That had never happened before, and he wanted to know why! To his shock and embarrassment, there was another dog there! A german shepherd, by the looks of it, but what was truly shocking was what he had been doing. Gagging slightly, the dog yanked his head backwards away from his crotch, coughing slightly. For a moment, Thunderbolt couldn't see why... And then the answer became abundantly clear with the flash of red disgorged from his mouth. It seemed the dog had been... Sucking himself... And when Thunder landed upon him, he had forced his cock deep into his throat, jamming up against the back of his esophagus. The dog continued to cough and splutter, oblivious to Thunderbolt's presence, but Thunder could still see his massive, unsheathed cock, and for some reason it made him feel light headed. This mutt before him was the source of the smell he had caught before... A faint hint of musk, he now realized, except this close it was much stronger... And much more erotic! With a grunt, he realized that his own cock was almost halfway grown out of his sheath at this point, and hurriedly sat down, covering his crotch with his paws. At least, he hoped it was covered well. Suddenly, the other dog realized he was not alone any more. His head jerked upwards, dark brown eyes focused directly upon Thunder... And then he began to laugh! It started with a rich, deep chuckle, then built its way up through the range to a full, hearty laugh, and it was just so ridiculous a sight that Thunder had to join in, laughing wholeheartedly along with the strangely attractive dog. Laughter trailing away, Thunder walked boldly up to the dog, sniffing his jaw and smelling a faint hint of his pre. Giving the shepherd's black nose a quick lick, he grinned and said "Why hello there!" Chuckling, he continued, saying: "That's quite the sport you've got there, pal." Simply grinning, the large, slender shepherd got to his paws, making no attempt at hiding what dangled between his hips. His eyes followed Thunder's, and his grin took on a leering quality, spreading his front legs slightly wider to allow a better view. "You like what you see here?" he asked with a lustful growl, grin widening slightly. When the well groomed dog gave a start and immediately turned his head away, he simply laughed, sitting down with his member hard and throbbing between his paws. "Don't mind me, pal," he said, realizing that the other dog was genuinely embarrassed. "Well, ya know, one's gotta take care of his needs one way or another..." Thunderbolt was flustered for a moment, cheeks heating as he blushed, but then he looked back up, a little grin on his face. "How could I begrudge you for just having a little fun?" Smirking, he added: "Were I any simple mutt such as yourself, I might have been doing the exact same thing! But I have no time for such frivolities!" Such was the way he had always masked his nervousness, hiding behind grandiose statements such as those. However, the other dog saw through his sham instantly. As the other shepherd went on, Charlie tuned him out, instead focussing his attention elsewhere. Namely, between the mutt's shapely thighs. Belying his words, the inch or so of glistening red flesh protruding from his sheath told him that, not only did this pedantic dog not mind what he had caught Charlie doing, but that he found it exciting as well. Maybe he can be... Enticed... Into something more! Chuckling to himself, he smirked. This is going to be easy... Just gotta put it in a way this oaf will understand! Standing again with a little stretch that merely accentuated his bobbing meat, he sidled a little closer to the other dog, smirking a little when he saw that Thunder didn't shy away. Piece o' cake... "Say there, pal... What's say we have ourselves a little friendly 'competition' of sorts? Nothing too challenging... 'Though I can assure you it will be 'hard'..." Chuckling at his own pun, Charlie spun back to face the slim shepherd, cock swinging back and forth between his legs like an obscene, dripping pendulum. "Unless, of course, you aren't up to it?" "A contest, you say?" Thunderbolt's ears perked up, his tail swung up to full mast, and a smug grin spread across his muzzle. "And what, pray tell, contest would this be?" He tried to look away, but against his will his eyes stayed glued to the bobbing red meat between Charlie's thighs, following its' every duck and bob with rapt attention. With a silly grin on his face, Charlie barely kept in his laughter, seeing Thunder's eyes darting back and forth like a cat watching its prey. Wagging his tail lazily, he gave his hips a little twitch and noticed with satisfaction that Thunder had given a little start, eyes suddenly springing away from his cock like a child's hand retreating from the cookie jar. "Yeah, a contest, I say!" Chuckling, Charlie sat down again, cock hard and bobbing between his thighs. "Say a... Test of endurance?" Thunder sat down in front of him too, so intrigued that he forgot to even cover up his own throbbing malehood. "Endurance? Endurance of what sort, my fine furred friend?" Slowly, of their own accord, his eyes drifted downwards once more, and then he suddenly gave an uncharacteristic gasp, eyes snapping back to Charlie's. For once, when he spoke, he was too startled to even put on airs, dropping back to his normal speaking voice for the first time in years. "You mean... That sort of endurance?" Rolling his eyes, Charlie nodded emphatically. "Yes, that sort of endurance. A test of the wills, so to speak..." Leaning forwards, he looked Thunder closely in the eyes. "So are you up to it?" With a gulp Thunder looked away from his piercing gaze, mind torn. Idly plucking at a blade of grass, he was thankful his thick fur covered up his furiously blushing cheeks. On the one paw, he had come here for that sort of gratification... Even if he had meant for it to be purely solitary pleasure. He had to admit, the dog knew exactly what his weak spots were and was prodding them expertly, coercing him along in his plan seemingly without even a thought. And, although, he was somewhat loathe to admit it, the plan was... Logical... And even an opportunity to prove himself once again in the field of battle! On the other paw, of course, his heterosexual side was screaming with throes of horror with every throb of his cock, every drip of pre which slid down its slick surface. This coupled with the fact that, not only was the other another guy, but he had only met him less than 5 minutes before! The circumstances under which they had met had been anything but stellar... As the silence stretched on, Charlie gave him an inquisitive stare, but decided to let him be. He'd come to his own decision soon enough, and despite what Thunder may think about him, he would never force himself upon someone who was truly unwilling. I may have come on a little too strong for this one... he thought to himself, blushing slightly himself. How can one blame me, after how he found me? Shaking his head slightly, Thunderbolt suddenly realized that this really wouldn't be any different than other similar situations, for the most part... Aside from the fact that Charlie was a male, of course. He could remember hundreds of bitches lifting tail for him, earlier in his career before that whole snafu with that de Vil woman, and could remember accepting without a second thought, sowing his seed deep in their wombs without a care in the world about who he was with, what type of personality that she had, and so forth... All that mattered was the sex, the mind-blowing sex. What really did it matter, this time, if he was with a male? I mean, it's not like I'm going to let this commoner lay claim to my tailhole... Finally looking back into Charlie's bright eyes, he nodded firmly; only the slight wiggling of his tail's tip betrayed how secretly excited he was about this. Well, and his throbbing member, not even slightly diminished in size gave that away too. With a grateful grin, Charlie gave him a slow, sensual lick across the muzzle, winking slightly before bending down low and flicking his tongue across Thunder's sensitive rod, licking away the drops of pre accumulated upon the tip. Gently nosing at Thunder's balls, he was delighted to find the sparsely furred orbs to be of a similar size to his own, and weighted down with all his accumulated seed. I might have some tough competition here... Charlie thought to himself, chuckling. "That's quite the pair you've got there, kid," he said, pulling back to lick at the other shepherd's face again. For the second time in as many minutes, Thunderbolt was at a complete loss for words. "I... Uh... Um..." he stuttered, blushing red again. "...Thanks..." he added in a quiet voice, so totally unlike his usual. For a moment, he just stood there with his mouth open slightly, at a total loss for words, and completely unable to think of what to do next. "Trying to catch flies?" Charlie jokingly asked him, giving him a soft nudge to the shoulder. Thunder yelped and leapt slightly off the ground, caught off guard. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind, but their combined musks were now overpoweringly caught in his nostrils, and he couldn't shake the thought of sex from his mind. "So... How did you want to do this "contest", eh?" he asked, trying to regain a bit of his lost cool. Whatever he gained in his speech, he lost, because as Charlie watched, his hips began involuntarily thrusting at the air, letting his massive cock flop up and down with pre spraying in every which direction. "My my, looks like someone's desperate..." Charlie said, absentmindedly licking away the drool accumulating in the corners of his mouth. "Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting then, should I?" Stepping back a bit, Charlie suddenly headbutted the other shepherd, knocking him off balance, and then with a light push Thunderbolt abruptly found himself laying on his back, staring up into the other mutt's grinning face. "What?.. What are you doing?" he found himself asking, unable to tear his eyes away from Charlie's. "Well, didn't you want to have our little "contest"?" Charlie asked teasingly, licking gently at the tip of Thunder's nose. "My game, my rules, little buddy!" Glancing back between Thunder's thighs, he gave a little admiring whistle. "Well, scratch the 'little'..." Charlie shifted his thighs, and suddenly Thunder gave a gasp, moaning a little at the sensations coming from below. Tilting his head up, he peered between their bodies unbelievingly as Charlie ground his massive cock into Thunder's, pressing firmly downwards until they were squeezed together tightly. Then, he began to slowly thrust back and forth, rubbing his throbbing cock hard against that of Thunder. Thunder groaned lewdly, laying his head back against the soft green grass as his cock was being frotted. His paws spread out sideways and his tongue lolled out of his mouth, giving him the look for all the world of a puppy, basking in the sun. Except, this wasn't exactly the sun he was basking in... Lips curling, Charlie gave a loud, feral growl as he began to pick up speed. Their cocks ground deep against each other into their belly fur, completely encompassing them in warmth. On the one side, Charlie's soft fur wrapped around his shaft almost like some bitch's tight passages, whereas on the other side, he could only feel the steely hot bar that was Thunderbolt's massive rod. Tail wagging, he began to shove harder and harder, balls slapping hard into Thunder's on every thrust as their collective juices began to ease the friction. Finally, Thunder regained enough of his senses to push back hard against Charlie's wonderful pressure, jerking his hips spasmodically with no real rhythm, just as a reflexive motion. He hadn't had sex in... Oh god, it's been years... he thought to himself semi-hysterically, mind barely able to cope with what he was feeling. Head still lolled back, he began to grunt on every of Charlie's thrusts, balls aching to release. Powerful jets of pre squirted out from his cock to merge with those from Charlie's in a goopy, sticky morass on their chests, and with every thrust Charlie began to stick more and more to him, until they were practically joined at the chest. Thunder didn't care. His normally pristine coat could take a single day to be dirty... '...Take it to the dry cleaner's before I go back...' he thought insensibly to himself, drool puddling by his upturned muzzle. Suddenly, without warning, Thunder arched his back, yelping and groaning helplessly as his body was wracked with his first orgasm in years. His aching balls clamped down tight to his body, and suddenly he was squirting hard, harder than he ever had before. One, two, three jets sprayed out between their tightly stuck chests, squirting somehow through the meshed hairs to splatter across Thunder's upturned muzzle. Steadily, his moan grew and grew, until finally he was howling at the top of his lungs, body frozen in position as his cock pulsed again and again with his jizz. Eyes half open as his electrifying orgasm continued, Thunder half noticed that Charlie had stopped thrusting, and that he now had a paw wrapped hard around the knot on his spurting member, rhythmically squeezing in time with his squirts. He didn't care who he was with at this point; all that mattered was that blessed release, and Charlie sure knew how to provide it! He vaguely heard a chuckle from somewhere above his head, and in the back of his mind he heard Charlie say, "Looks like I win, pal...", but he was far too out of it to care. Toes curling at the mind blowing bliss, he felt nearly ready to pass out... And then, slowly, it began to fade away, leaving only the godly memory and a whole big mess behind. "Impressive, pal... But you know, I still haven't gotten off, and your muzzle appears to be unused right now... Do ya think you could do something to fix both of those problems?" Charlie asked, releasing Thunder's slowly receding cock and slowly standing, pulling away from Thunder with a gooey ripping sound. His own cock hung needfully between his thighs, moments away from his own climax. Wordlessly, Thunder propped his head up, opening his muzzle wide. _ This would seem to be the least I could do..._ he thought, mind clearing slightly. He had really needed that... And he knew how it felt to go without release after being so close. "Stick it in, what are ya waiting for?" he growled impatiently, licking his lips. "With pleasure..." At that, Charlie roughly thrust his cock deep into Thunder's muzzle, pointy tip striking the back of Thunder's throat gently before he pulled back and thrust again. God, this won't be long... he thought to himself, murring and growling uncontrollably as his balls slapped up against Thunder's shapely chin.

Moaning and growling louder and louder, Charlie began thrusting roughly, driving his squirting member deep into Thunderbolt's hot, gaping maw. Already close to the peak, he began to short-hump desperately, powering his cock in and out as his balls tightened up. "Did you... Did ya want warning?" he asked, balls tightening up against his underbelly. "'Cause if you do... Here it is!" Suddenly, with a wanton moan the huge rod deep in Thunder's muzzle began squirting harder than before, and the change in consistency was enough to tell the actor that Charlie just hit 'the big o'. Wagging his tail, he clamped his muzzle down gently on the throbbing shaft, running his tongue up and down the length as the cum began to collect fast and hot in the back of his throat. Gulping wildly, he caressed the entire length with his tongue, milking every last hot drop of seed from the pulsating member. Finally, Charlie pulled his cock from Thunderbolt's mouth, trailed by a string of pearly white cum still attached to Thunder's lips. With a heavy sigh, Charlie collapsed beside Thunder, rolling over onto his back and panting as his orgasm died away, leaving his cock to slowly recede back into its furry hiding place. "Thank you..." he gasped between pants, licking at the other's long, straight ear. Thunder shook his head, swallowing away the last of Charlie's savoury seed. "No, it is I who should thank you, my good sir!" _ Great, the pompoid is back_, Charlie thought, snickering slightly to himself. "I feel myself indebted to you for your services here tonight!" he proclaimed in a booming voice, once again back to feeling himself. "Know that if you ever require something, anything at all, you have but to call and I shall appear!" And with that, Thunderbolt's head fell back to the grass, and even before it had landed the first snore had issued from his prone form. Charlie simply stared at him for a moment, and then chuckled to himself. The boastful little twerp has fallen asleep... He wasn't quite sure what to make of this other dog. When he had first met him, he had immediately found himself slightly irritated by the other dog's ponderous use of words, and his vain appearance. However, in the heat of the moment with all that stripped away, he had seemed like a great guy, the type you could count on for anything. Especially upholding a promise... With a wicked laugh, Charlie lay down beside him to sleep, already plotting their next adventure.

The End!!