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Hey everyone,

I was inspired by some of the comments to the other story, the most successful I ever wrote, apparently. So here it is a new one featuring Nick the rottie cop and his boyfriend Chris, hope you will like it, and if you do, why don't leave a comment, a fave or a vote? The cover for this stry is provided by my mate Gritou, his drawing You're under arrest is just awesome and inspired some details in this story. Thank you babe, I love you!

_ Edit: The first upload was giving me problem, I had to post it again, sorry ^^'_

Nick openly yawned, boredom been the absolute ruler of the moment. He hated to have a shift involving patrolling the countryside around his small town, since nothing ever happened during it. Not like doing that in Alesbrook, something was always going on in town, and even if that something wasn't illegal or needing some law enforcement, he could drop by one of the local coffee places to chat a bit or help some old lady with her groceries.

Here, out in the fields, the best he could hope was someone going over the limit, and even that was rare! So what he could do was sitting on his ass, waiting for an hour at a crossroad, then moving to another to do the same, with only the radio as his companion. The rottie had tried to listen to audio books but he had found out he preferred to read, not to listen, and unfortunately he couldn't do that, he was a good cop after all, so when on patrol he had to be focused on what was happening on the road.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, and the muscled dog knew that. There were times when he wasn't focused on his duty, but on something else, being it the juicy ass of his boyfriend or the equally juicy cock belonging to the same fur. He felt himself hardening in his pants, the images of their lovemaking at the side of a secluded road flashing in mind.

Sure, that was the best thing of lonely patrolling the outer roads, the fact that he could get dirty with Chris in the open without being caught. Last time they did that had been memorable, enacting a fantasy of the otter which was enjoyable to him too, and then getting sucked while staying at a crossroad. What can he say, he loved having sex in a public place, the risk of being caught added something to it...

The rottie couldn't ignore his ranging hard-on and lowered one paw to give it a grope, feeling his bulge in his blue pants and moaning for the pleasure of it. He considered for a moment the option of relieving himself, to pass time and feel much better, but before that he wanted to be sure he couldn't do something much more satisfying.

The black dog fished his cell phone from one of his pockets and browsed through it until the face of a smiling otter appeared among his contacts. Pressing one button, he called his boyfriend, waiting for the rings to give in to Chris' warm voice; he heard only three of those, luckily.

"Hey sweetie, nice getting a call from you!"

"Hey babe, submerged by the files as always?" The rottie greeted back, a smile broadening on his muzzle thanks to the smaller fur.

"Nah, nothing overly complicated today, I am almost finished. And you sweetie? Still on the road?" The otter asked cheerfully.

"Yeah, three more hours before the end of the shift." Nick rumbled his discontent.

"Awwww sweetie, I'm sorry about that! I know how much you hate doing that!" His boyfriend sympathized.

"Yeah, I'm bored to hell." He replied, then added in a lower voice. "And also damn hard."

"Ohhh, are you? How so?" The lutrine asked, and the rottie heard a familiar heath in his voice, a clear sign that the slim otter was getting excited.

"Well, I was thinking of the one time I found you speeding babe..." He hinted.

"I was a very bad otter, but a very hunky rottie disciplined me." The other hotly whispered.

"I fucking did that!"

"So, you were thinking about that and then called me? That's flattering." The otter teased him, surely guessing why his boyfriend had called him but wanting the dog to spit it up.

"Yeah, I was wondering .... If you are free from work, you could join me here and .... Give me some solace." The canine suggested.

"Let me think.... I am awfully busy right now... I don't think I can free myself ...." The brown furred male played coy.

"No you aren't, you admitted that not a minute ago! Get your fucking ass here, cheeky otter!" The dog mockingly ordered.

"So pent up, sweetie? Well, give me half an hour and I'll be there, so we can do some of the fucking you are fond of..." He answered back.

"Good, I'll be waiting at the usual road babe."

"Okay, see you there!"

The otter hung up, and the rottie could imagine how quick he would do his work now, to get finally free and join his hunky boyfriend while his hard otterhood would remind him of the pleasurable acts he was about to enjoy, teasing him and ....

And he should stop, if he kept doing that he wouldn't resist the temptation to get his cock out and enjoy a solo session, which would made the other very, very angry. So, he concentrated on the road, looking at the clock every minute, but his mind all occupied in thinking what we were going to do.

The role-play of the other day had been fun, and hot, but today the dog felt too horny to try to reenact that or do a new one. He felt a familiar itch at the base of his stub of a tail, one that prelude to a very specific kind of action, and he hoped his boyfriend was in the mood to satisfy his urges...

"No, I fucking shouldn't think that!" He thought, since that was dangerously on the verge of convincing him not to wait for his otter. He glanced again at the clock and decided it was about time to go to their favorite spot, so he brought his car back to life and drive there. Thanks to the hours of patrolling, he knew that the chosen road was usually deserted at that hour, making it the perfect place for some butt action without taking out the thrill of being naughty in the open air.

As he approached the familiar trees he saw that Chris hadn't arrived that, something that didn't surprise him. He pulled over and started to wait a bit more, to stare at the direction his lover would arrive from, drumming his fingers on the wheel; then, an idea crossed his mind making him smile maliciously.

It took him only a few moments to turn off the engine and get out of the car, not much more to take his shirt out the pants and unbutton it completely, showing his muscled black-and-brown torso. His nipples were erected from the excitement, with his left showing the piece of golden metal piercing it, and he played with them a bit, just for the sake of it.

The rottie looked at himself through one of the car's mirrors and nodded, satisfied with his preparations. He was about to get in position when he remembered his hat, so he bolted inside quickly to retrieve it and then put it in its rightful place between his ears. Now truly ready, he went to lean over to his car, just to give his boyfriend a nice and hunky welcome.

He didn't have to wait long to finally see his lover's car appear in the distance, and he had to concentrate to not wag his tail, something that would ruin his tough look, but his ears escaped briefly his control and flicked. They were still again once the car reached him and Chris ejected himself from it, both that move and his lustful smirk showing how much he was enjoying the vision of the hunky cop waiting for him with most of his goods displayed, and the big bulge promising the ones who weren't.

"Hello, officer. Taking a break?" He spoke, his tongue licking his lips.

"Fuck yeah, the car was a furnace, I needed some fresh air!" He answered him, flapping his shirt as if to show how much hot he was.

"I see. Do you mind if I do the same?" The otter winked, his paws already going to the hem of his T-shirt.

"If you want to, do it." The policefur granted him, waiting to see where this would lead.

The otter pulled off his shirt, showing his chest which, while not as developed as his own, showed some nice definition, just the way he liked. The lutrine discharged his shirt, throwing it in the general direction of this car, and then took one step toward the cop.

"You still seem to be hot, officer, can I suggest you something?" His lover flirted, taking another step, only a foot or so separating them now.

"You can." He simply responded.

"You will feel much more .... Refreshed without those pants, officer." He ran his paw over the dog's bulge, making him shudder a bit.

"You are fucking right. Take them down for me." He ordered, still leaning on his car. The otter didn't waste time and with experts movements of his paws he unbuckled the belt and lowered the zipper. The gravity did the rest, the pants took down by the weight of the various things stored in them, leaving only a thin white layer of cloth to cover the rottie's naughty parts.

"I don't feel much refreshed." The cop spoke his mind. "Lower my underwear!"

His boyfriend did so, freeing the big cock stored in that prison, fully hard and with the knot inflated, merrily slapping itself on its owner's flat abdomens and leaving there a faint stain of manly juices. That red vision was stared hungrily by the otter, lust in his brown eyes and a bulge in his pants.

"You can taste it, if you want." The cop chuckled, breaking his tough cop persona for a second. He chuckled again when he saw his lover just nodding and going down on his knees, apparently too mesmerized to keep up the flirting. The chuckle became a moan once he felt the otter's hot breath against his sensitive skin, followed by a sleek tongue giving his tool a lick from the base to the tip, certainly to gather all the pre-cum that had been pouring from his doghood.

"Oh fuck! You can do more than lick it, I know you want to suc-". His taunting was interrupted as the otter had done just what he wished for, engulfing his cock with the wet warmth that was his mouth. He didn't play shy and deep throated it as the pro he was, and Nick just could feel his lover's lips resting against his knot, not letting the big ball of flesh in as that was a bit too much even for a skilled cocksucker like Chris.

With his cock resting in one of its favorite places, the dog could begin to be more active and, grabbing his otter's head, started to pull out from the mouth to shove his pole back in immediately, those lips forming a perfect O around it and the tongue just caressing all that could be reached. He moaned, and he felt his lover doing the same from the vibrations around his cock, then again once he pulled and thrust another time; he built a pace, neither fast nor slow, just a calm face-fucking, his low hangers smacking against the otter's chin and the fur himself being still, only letting his tongue move.

He continued doing that for a time, his shirt flapping around him, but then the itch from before returned, reminding him of his early proposition. He stopped, his cock knot-deep in the wet hole of the otter, just to savor the feeling one last time, then took it out, releasing the head while doing it. The otter remained there on his eyes, panting a bit and using this pause to catch some breath.

"Why won't you get rid of your pants, babe? I will get more comfortable too." Nick rumbled.

"Okay. What do you have in mind, by the way?" The otter asked while getting up.

"You will see, first we need to be naked!" The rottie cheerfully exclaimed while he was taking his pants out of the way, his shirt having already been taken care of so leaving him only with his shoes and hat, the product of hours of gym proudly in display and conveying the attention to the big erection nestled above his balls.

"I'm naked, I'm naked, can you tell me now?" Chris said while leaving his pants and underwear on the ground, forming a shapeless mound.

"Oh well, first I want this." The black canine answered with a kiss, his lips pressing against his lovers and demanding entrance for his flat tongue, something that wasn't denied at all. He took the otter in his arms, feeling him melting in the kiss and extending his own arms around the muscled body of his boyfriend, their cocks trapped between them and pressing obscenely against each other.

They keep kissing for a while, their tongues fighting and exploring, one time the cop's mouth, another the otter's. The rest of them wasn't idle, since their paws moved on their backs, groping and caressing, and the rottie began to hump a bit, the friction on their cocks making both of them groan. Nick liked that, feeling his cock stimulated and against another one, pulsing, and tasting himself a bit had been arousing too, but he had other things to do in his agenda, so he stopped the kissing, a trail of saliva connecting their muzzle for a second.

He looked down to his boyfriend, staring in his eyes when he spoke to him.

"I'm in the mood for some butt fun babe."

The otter's small ears tweaked and a lustful light appeared in his eyes. "You are?"

"Oh yes, I am."

"Will the big, mean dog let a small otter play with his ass?" Chris mused, punctuating his remark with a grope of the item in question.

"Yes. But first, the little otter has to lick that ass!" The rottie retorted back, ending their embrace.

"Of course, I want to taste some musk!" The other agreed while watching his boyfriend turning around and leaning over the hood of his police car.

"If you are, what are you waiting for? Get here and start doing your job!" Nick shouted at him over his shoulder, his back arched to give a better access to his rump and his stub of a tail wagging over the priced hole.

The otter walked to the rottie and fell on his knees behind him, his paws flying to those marvelously full cheeks and knotting the muscles there, which elicited a moan from the big dog. He felt those paws spread his cheeks, exposing his hairy hole to the privy eyes of his lover, but then it wasn't followed by the expected touch of a wet muscle.

"What are you staring at? My hole won't lick itself, so get going!" He barked, cocking an angry stare to his smirking lover.

"You really want to be the bottom today, don't you?" The otter teased the hunk rottie.

"Ahahaha, funny, but I'm not feeling any tongue right now!" He bucked his hips, almost slamming his ass in the face of Chris. Seeing that the teasing had reached its mark, the otter lowered his muzzle and pressed his nose against the canine's taint, getting a good sniff of it, before rising it enough to get to the right level, then dived his muzzle between the cheeks, extending his tongue while doing that.

Nick moaned at the feeling, the delicious sensation of a tongue licking his most vulnerable part, sending bolts of pleasure along his spine and to his throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck, that's it! Lick it, move that tongue, make my hole sleek with saliva!" The rottie rumbled, his eyes closed to better enjoy the rimming, while his lover was busy doing what he was asked for, licking his taint with movements of his ribbon of flesh, making circles and starting to chew on it a bit.

"Oh yeah, that's it, keep it up babe, I bet you can't fucking get your tongue inside!" The black canine dared his slim otter, and got the wished reaction of renewed efforts culminating in the tongue penetrating his hole a bit.

"Fuck, that feels good!" He cursed, then began to buck his hips so to emulate lovemaking. He could feel his excitement building up, and his hole getting more relaxed by the minute, prepared for something else now.

"Put your finger in me, then I'm ready enough." The rottie informed the ass-kissing otter, who, after a final lick, backed off from the musky valley between those cheeks.

"Someone is really into bottoming!" Chris smirked, and then accosted one finger, pressing it lightly.

"Yeah, I am, and the less you talk the sooner you can enjoy my ass!" The hunky male growled, not tolerating much the teasing. The otter just giggled and then added pressure with his finger until the dough-shaped muscle gave in, to the great pleasure of the penetrated dog; that finger moved a bit inside the taint, searching for the hidden button there and finding it easily, judging by how its owner moaned.

Chris began to finger fuck his lover, with remarkably easiness considering that the rottie didn't bottom so often; though, the low frequency was made up with his sheer passion, with him grunting and pushing back on the finger, his big cock jumping every time. In fact, he was dangerously going near his climax, something he didn't want to reach so soon.

"Just add another fucking finger, then you fucking fuck me!" He barked to his mate, who didn't even bother to answer him back or even speak since he knew that the rottie was unstoppable while in the heat of the action. He just added his second finger, scissoring them and thrusting them and so forth, until it seemed that the dog was as ready as he could be. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock to angle it, but not as fast as the muscled canine would have liked.

"Why are you so slow? Come on, fuck me already!" The cop taunted lustily.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, geez, you are too eager when you want to be the bitch!" The lutrine protested while accosting his cock to the prized hole and starting to push a bit.

"Because a real man needs to be fucked properly!" The other snapped back, and then he pushed his hips back, letting inside himself the tip of the otterhood. Both moaned to that feeling, but that didn't stop the pushing of the policefur, who kept it until his ass was pressed flush against his lover's crotch, their balls touching and marking the highest degree of intimacy they could reach.

Nick stayed still for a moment, to properly enjoy the cock of the man he loved, then started to buck his hips in a repetitive movement, not letting the otter take command and relegating him to the role of standing top. Not that he lamented, since the vision of his cock disappearing in that muscled rump thanks to the eager lust of the rottie was a very arousing one, plus the cop knew what he was doing very well and how to coerce the cum out of him.

So he stayed there, just grabbing his lover's hips and gently accompanying his movements, letting Nick do all the work. And he could do that so well, growling and moaning and looking tough even with a cock deep in him.

The rottie just loved that; he could control how deep the lutrine's cock went in him, from which angle, poking his prostate in just the right way. He didn't keep the same, old in and out bucking of his hips, but moved them to get that cock in different manners, and all the while trying to squeeze on it and to give the maximum pleasure he could to his lover.

He had been extremely excited before the true lovemaking began, so it was no wonder that he could feel the familiar pressure grow in his balls and his cock throbbing with each slap on his stomach.

"Nggh, I'm getting closer, jerk me!" He ordered his otter, who moaning extended his paw under the rottie to grab his huge pole, while now thrusting himself actively to reach his own climax.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna-I'm gonna!" Nick tried to warn his lover after a few stroke, but then the pleasure washed upon him, taking away any words he could tell. His cock erupted stream after stream of pearly cum, coating the hand around it and falling o the grass, the rottie turned in a moaning bitch by the orgasm, which was increased by the stimulation of his own prostate and by the very place where he had been fucked.

The squeezing hole was all the otter needed he firmly grabbed the dog's hips again, coating his fur with the cum over one of his paws, and gave a few, deeper thrust before finally giving his load to the dog, with an elated "Yes!"

Feeling weak, the otter guided the exhausted cop to the ground, while keeping himself hilted in his lover, making both of them lie on one side to savor the afterglow.

"Did you like that, bitch?" The otter whispered in one triangular ear.

"Give me time to rest and I'll show you who the real bitch is!" The other murmured with a content tone, while his ass was still squeezing on the cock invading it.