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Hey everyone,

I've been working on this story for the past few days. It's the product of a brainstorming between me and Linkin Monroe, just idle talking that sparked this story. It is as much my story as it is his, he provided a lot of ideas, and actually wrote a bit of it! I'm very happy about the result of it, and I want to show some love to him as well

Of course, Gritou did his share of the work, editing the story and all. I love you babe, so much *kiss*

Morning light was coming through the one window in the room, the curtains pulled apart, illuminating everything in the stark colors of the young sun. Everything was revealed, nothing could hide from the cruel light, not the queen sized bed pressed against the wall, nor the desk littered with scholastic books and papers, the cabinet with two open drawers, unfolded clothes hanging out. A door stood partly open, leading to the bathroom, and on the other side of the room was another door, but it was spared by the morning light thanks to the turn of the wall.

Sport posters covered the walls, buff furs sporting football gear and slamming into each other, while others showed famous quarterbacks and other players. It was clear as the morning sun that the occupants of the room were quite passionate about sports, and players themselves judging from the clothes covering the floor in small heaps.

However, the most recent layer weren't sweaty jerseys and jockstraps, but the more casual clothes kind, albeit fine ones, fit for going to parties and for having wild nights. They were of two different sizes, both quite big but one clearly bigger, a shirt that could be a small blanket lying over two pairs of fashionable jeans.

Duke mumbled in his sleep, not caring for where and in which state his clothes were, wanting nothing more than to keep dreaming about the wet, skilled muzzle of a bitch. The pleasant memory was filling his brown furred sheath, the flared tip of an equine cock just peaking from it. The horse raised a paw, scratching an itchy spot on his chest, and rolled over his side, his mind still lost in dreams of blowjobs.

The shock of hitting something, when the jock had expected nothing in his bed, jolted his mind a bit, his body tensing, but not enough to make him open his eyes, since he dismissed it as his pillow, his clothes or some chick he had picked up last night. Duke inhaled, his body relaxing once again and plunging him in the sweet depths of sleep, when his dilated nostrils caught a strange smell, somewhat familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

The horse snorted through his nose, his mind trying hard to sort out what the smell was. It came from the hard thing he hit, that was sure, and it was very powerful, almost overwhelming, but still he couldn't tell what it was.

The football player extend his arm, cuddling the unknown thing to his side, something that had quite the volume, it seemed. That brought the source of the smell even closer, so when he took another whiff of it with the next breath he recognized the musky, earthy tang only a male could produce; and it wasn't his own.

At the sudden realization Duke snapped his eyes open, even though what he saw wasn't fully understood on the spot. When his brain started to work properly he grasped that his arm was lying on a flat, tan furred belly, while his long muzzle was facing the very symbols of masculinity, a pair of balls crowned by a plump and heavy sheath.

Duke's eyes widened. The shock of facing another man's groin was so sudden that he backed away from it and fell off the bed, his big rump hit the ground hard enough to make him wince for the pain. His nostrils pumped air in his lungs at high speed, his mind trying hard to make up a reason why he was naked, in bed, with another male.

His gaze moved, passing over the soft rolling mounds of the abs, lingered on the buff hills of the pectorals, where the tan mixed with black, to finally look at the face of the other fur, a face he knew perfectly well. It was a fellow teammate, a Doberman named Hunter, still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the commotion his presence was causing. His head rested on top of a drool spot where his mouth moved a bit too, his long pink tongue hung out idly, as if his dream was so vivid that it made his body react.

"What the fuck...?" the horse muttered, his mind still not fully comprehending why the TE was naked in the same bed; and why he was sleeping upside-down. He tried to remember, but his last memory was chugging down a fifteenth bottle of beer at the wild party at Kappa Sigma Omega.

His hoofed hand rose to massage out his budding head-ache, while his eyes still wandered over the sleeping canine. Hunter might have crawled into the bed during the night, his mind confused by the booze... that could explain why he was also naked... But the horse was in the buff too...

Duke fixed his stare on some suspicious dry stains that matted down the short black fur on his friend's muzzle and chest... Like something sticky had been poured over the dobie and then dried.... Maybe some cocktail? He shook his head. No, his clothes should have shielded his gorgeous chest fur from the drink...

"And why do I fucking itch so much!" the horse thought while one paw idly scratched his own barreled chest, adding another mystery to his list. He looked down, and saw that his brown fur was also matted down and covered by the same white stains on the sleeping Doberman.

"No fucking way..." Duke cursed under his breathe, some suspicions about what happened plaguing his mind, along with fragments of memories that made him blush under his fur. Flicking his ears and shaking his black mane, he decided he needed the help of Hunter, his paw extending to grab one of those mighty pecs.

"Man! Hunter! Wake up!" The horse shook the dormant dobie, a strange sense of hurry rushing in him. He knew that the tight end was a heavy sleeper after drinking, and it took quite a few shakes and loud callings before he got some reactions, a pair of blinking green eyes stared up at him in surprise.

"Wha?...what's up dude?" The Doberman yawned wide with a low whine while sitting up, showing his strong, white teeth, while stretching his powerful body, back arched and arms thrown up and outside. "Whadda you doing in my bed?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Man, this is MY bed!" Duke angrily answered, a bit irritated by the calmness of the other. "And you're naked, man!"

"Course I'm naked, I must've fucked ten bitches last night. And what do you mean your bed?" The dog stupidly repeated, his mind still wrapped in sleep. He scanned the room, then his horse friend, before opening his muzzle again. "This is Remington's room..." he muttered.

The horse looked around the room, suddenly realizing he wasn't actually in his room but in another footballer's room. "But why are we in Remington's room? ALONE. And naked? Don't you find that a bit strange man?!" The tall equine worried, going straight to the point of concern.

"Uhmmmm.... Yeah..." the dobie replied, and now his eyes looked more awake while he was trying to remember and rubbed his head. "I... I remember stripping down after Heather got me all hot and bothered... Mannnn, I was totally shitface drunk!" He laughed to himself, probably still drunk.

The horse frowned at the grinning dog, now that the memory came back to him, bringing some companions with it. "Yeah... and then you grabbed my wrist and dragged me into here..."

"You were bitching to everyone about getting the cold shoulder; I had to shut you up before you killed the mood!" Hunter defended himself, feeling some arousal from the memory and shifted to sit with his legs crossed. His canine jewels stood up even more that way, the horse noticed to his discomfort, the big sheath resting over the furry orbs.

"You should have listened to me...wait what do you mean shut me up?" The hooved fur frowned.

"Uh-oh..." The dobie stopped, flicking his ears back and looking increasingly embarrassed.

"And then wha-" Duke tried to ask, but then it stuck him and he remembered exactly what happened after that. They had struggled, bodies rubbing against each other, until...

Hunter stood up and started pacing the room, crossing one arm over his stomach while he tapped a finger on his forehead trying to recite what had happened. "Damn Heather! That bitch left me with blue balls, and I-I got a boner! I'm sorry dude!" The dog turned around and stammered out an apology, his ears flat on his skull. He looked so miserable, bros shouldn't pop up boners when fooling around together; but the dog hadn't been the only one with a stiff cock. "You were also pretty boned up..."

"Fuckkk!" The horse groaned, putting a paw on his forehead. "Now I remembered...we decided to bust our nuts then and there..."

"B-but you suggested that we could jerk off each other." Hunter reminded Duke of his proposal, his ears returning to their natural perkiness, recalling how it had sounded good at the moment, which caused something else to perk up at the thought; a bit of pointy, red cock poked out of the canine's sheath.

"I remember saying 'It ain't gay! We can do that shit!' " The horse nodded and blushed as he turned his back to the dobie, leaving out the part where Hunter's paw felt so strange stroking his dick, since he was used only to his own, or the smaller, gentler ones of the hoes he picked up. But he had liked the feeling of it on his cock, as it was apparent from his growing excitement.

"Then I told you how Betty sucked me off earlier that day, and you were all 'Hells yeah! Let's do that!' " Hunter voice grew enthusiastically louder, his nub waggling behind him now. He had surely a happy memory of that, since his cock had slipped completely out of its sheath now, eight and something inches of pure dog cock bobbing in the air, his knot just forming at the base.

"W-well, it wasn't gay or anything... Just bros helping each other out...right?" the equine asked shyly, turning back to face the Doberman, a finger scratching his cheek as the previous night's activities came to him. Everything the dog was telling him was giving him a semi by virtue of just thinking about it, the realization that the bitch he had dreamt sucking him off hadn't been a bitch at all, but his teammate.

"Shit dude, you didn't warn me when you came, I drank some of that spunk dude!" the buff dog remembered, making a face when he realized his morning breath was the horse's spunk, and jabbed an accusing finger on the horse's chest.

"You didn't warn me either, man!" Duke brayed, counterattacking with a quick jab to his friend's stomach, causing Hunter to twitch. The move made the dog's cock poke against his eleven-inched majesty, and he felt the heat it gave out against his shaft, like a hot-red piece of iron. And he knew it wasn't going down soon enough either, not without some action.

"Uhm, Hunter?" He looked down, flushing with embarrassment to even ask that to his friend, now that they were somewhat sober.

"Yeah, dude?" The other replied, leaning forward with a strange expression, one of... expectation, perhaps?

"Did you... like it?" The footballer asked, and he could swear he was glowing for how much he was blushing.

"I....uh... y-yeah, you have one fine muzzle dude..." The dobie blurted out, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle at the memory of the balls-bursting blowjob.

"D-do you think I'm gay if--" The bigger fur started to ask, but then he nickered when his cock was abruptly grabbed by the strong, calloused, tanned paw of his friend.

"You ain't gay, I ain't gay." The Doberman grinned, as he took the first move, his paw jerking off the horse's hard-on in his paw while doing the same with his doghood. He was probably a little bit jealous of the horse's girth and length, every fur was, but he wouldn't ever voice out, the equine thought, as he heard his friend continue. "Remember: ain't gay unless you kiss or your fuckin' balls touch!"

"Y-you're right man," Duke moaned his agreement, his black tail flagging behind him in pleasure. "S-should I...?"

"On your back dude..." the dobie declared, already acting on his words with a strong and firm push to the horse with the paw that previously held the flared cock, then climbed over the horse, tossing one leg over his friends head, waggling his rump while taking the sixty-nine position.

The tall equine snorted when his muzzle was slapped twice by the hard doggy boner, his paw reaching up to hold it still. A bead of pre fell from the tip, landing on his lips; he licked it without a second thought, the musky, salty taste of it hit his taste buds and he remembered how much he had actually liked the taste.

"That's the spirit dude!" He heard Hunter bark from down south, his hot breath a gentle breeze right against his sensitive horsehood before a wet warmth enveloped his dong, the canine's eager muzzle swallowed more than half of it in one go.

The feeling was pretty much the same as when he was a with a girl sucking his cock, but somehow the fact that what he was facing wasn't the dripping, sweet depths of a pussy but a pair of well-shaped balls and a hard throbbing prick gave him a thrill he wasn't used to. The horse bucked his hips, making the unskilled dog above him gag on the massive dong filling his muzzle, prompting a deep growl from Hunter that, somehow, added to the pleasure around his eleven inches.

Catching the drift, the muscular equine stilled his body, letting his friend suck his cock at his own pace, and parted his big lips, taking the pointy tip in it. The dog, feeling the other getting to work, thrust his whole length in the offered muzzle, in hopes of getting revenge from the gagging; but to his muffled surprise, Duke found he didn't have a hard time slurping down such a hefty cock, his naturally long muzzle being fit for such a work.

The jock couldn't remember clearly how it had felt to suck cock, but Duke could register every detail of it now, of how the erection jabbing the back of his muzzle made it bulge a little, feeling hot and hard, and how his thick tongue could explore every inch of his friend's throbbing doghood. It was surely a weird experience, unlike any other he had before, aside from the night before, but it wasn't that bad, and once he got used to swallowing down the never ending taste of Hunter's salty pre, his tongue traced every inch of that veiny cock.

Meanwhile, the Doberman was struggling not to choke on the massive horse cock, but he found he could manage just fine when he tilted his head to the side. Hunter attempted to try what made his cock throb when ho's sucked him off, and let his long pink canine tongue bathe all around the mushroom cock head, teasing the flared sides in just the right way, while he suckled as hard as possible.

Duke just bobbed his head hoping his efforts he was giving to his friend had the same effect that he was receiving on his shaft, though the happy waggle of his nub above his eye sight gave away a possible hint. Duke wondered just how much he could fit into his muzzle, and after a few attempts found that he just couldn't gag. He reached up and grabbed Hunter's hips, pulling the dog down into his muzzle, feeling his cock head pulse in his throat got the knot in his muzzle. He heard Hunter's muffled bark in surprise and buck into his warm muzzle.

He contemplated the option of caressing the dog's balls, since you were gay only when both your balls and the other's touched, not any other part. But that thought was cut short when his cock slipped out of Hunter's sweet muzzle, obscenely slapping his abs with a wet sound. "Fuck man... you can deep throat like a pro!"

The horse attempted to do the same, but just before he could, Hunter pushed up with his arms, his hips of his friend came thrusting down, assuring that his doggy cock remained inside his tight throat. He tried to protest, but only muffled sounds came out of his mouth. After a few seconds, Duke pushed Hunter off him and gasped for air.

Hunter was panting heavily as he rolled off Duke and onto his side. "Shit dude...that felt amazing... much better than any bitch that's ever sucked me off."

Duke smiled sheepishly and licked his lips, a thought coming to his mind. "Hey man... would you be willing to try something for me? I've always wondered what it felt like, but the girls always say no."

He sat up, resting his head in his palm. "Shit man, after that, you name it I'll do it."

Flicking his tail, Duke hoped the dog would get his suggestion, "Would you lick me...down there."

"I've been licking your dick dude, couldn't you feel my tongue?" The Doberman asked, puzzled by the strange request.

The horse blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, while mumbling. "No man... like... my ass."

Hunter blinked and made a face, "Ewww man... no wonder the girls wouldn't dude! That's disgusting!" The dobie protested, clearly not appealed by the thought of sticking his tongue down there, a place from which shit came.

"Oh man! Noo!! I'm totally clean! And the gay dudes do that, they're called asslickers!" the jock explained. He wasn't 100% sure that he was right, but it was worth trying.... if both of them didn't like it, they could just finish each other off, like the previous night.

"Dude, we're not gay though--"

"I'll deep throat your cock again if you just...lick ten times." Duke negotiated, the lust for trying out his fantasy overcoming his mind. "And you said you would do anything. Please dude..." He pleaded.

Hunter paused, contemplating the offer and then sighed, "Just ten times?" he asked as he straddled over the horse's body once more, but this time he shifted his body and lowered his head, looking at the plump taint beneath the horse's massive nuts. Duke suddenly felt two strong paws grabbing his butt cheeks, his fingers burying themselves in such round mounds and spread them, causing him to moan out loud as he grabbed Hunter's cock and stuck it back into his muzzle.

The dog took a deep breath; the horse's strong musk invaded his senses and tentatively gave the taint a lick with his tongue. The taste probably wasn't as bad as the jock had thought, since he took his second lick, while Duke had already started sucking his cock.

The sudden odd feeling of wetness on his taint made Duke shiver, but then tongue dragged up his taint and licked his doughnut shaped muscle. The feelings were pretty odd, something very fresh, and in some ways hot too, the ribbon of flesh passing over his taint and poking at nerves he didn't even know he had.

Soon, it was clear that Hunter had lost count of how many licks he'd given, since he just kept passing his tongue over the musky taint. The taste must have been incomprehensible, the dobie growling in pleasure, probably with his eyes closed, while his muzzle dove straight to the horse's pucker, wanting more of his teammate's taste in his muzzle.

Duke was in heaven, the horse wasn't sure if he was drooling or if Hunter was spurting pre in his muzzle. He could feel the long tongue lapping over his hole, followed by weird bolts of pleasure shooting from his ass and going straight to his cock. His horsehood was stiff against Hunter's chest, leaking and shooting pre against the velvety black fur.

The dobie wasn't as shy once he got to work, trying to move his slippery tongue in every direction just to get another taste of the horse's delicious rump, eliciting a muffled whinny from the horse. At one point the dog resolved to stick his tongue directly in the ass, and, after some efforts, he succeeded in it, penetrating his friend just a bit.

In times past while showering with the warm water running over his relaxed body, Duke had accidentally caught the tip of his fingers against his hole, such a odd feeling. This time there was no foreign feeling, the stretching, even if small, just causing pleasure; the jock above him started to move his tongue in and out, getting more bit by bit, and not a trace of pain appeared, to the moaning horse's happiness.

"H-Hunter... I-I think that's good enough for now..." The horse panted, pulling off of Duke's cock, feeling the dog's drool run down to his swaying tail. He felt and heard lewdly wet laps at his hole a few more times, the very last with a loud, wet sound when his tongue parted from it.

"Fuck...." Hunter panted hotly, "You have one delicious piece of ass, for a dude!" The dobie complimented, causing a redness to appear on the horse's cheeks. "W-would it be cool if I could fuck your rump?"

The proposal shocked Duke. His mind quickly recalled a rare curiosity of how the moaning bitch below him felt with his cock in them, but actually having one.... That would be a new thing, a strange one, one that he hadn't dared to do before. The tongue had felt good, would a cock? He pushed the dobie off of him, the canine's cock smeared pre and saliva on his muzzle, making him roll at his side; he stared at his friend, who looked at him innocently, like he hadn't asked him to be fucked.

"But...wouldn't that make us..." The jock worried, not sure how to answer to such a question.

"Gay? Hell no, I'll make sure not to bang my nuts against yours!" The black furred canine had a shit faced grin on his tan muzzle, showing off his sharp teeth when he continued. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, shit, you can fuck me after that..."

That was more agreeable. It would have meant being the Doberman's bitch if he was the only one getting the dick, but if the doggie got a taste of the horse too... Duke took a glance at his friend's rump. It sure looked like it would be one hell of a ride... so firm and tight, better than any ho...

"Don't complain when I'll break your ass!" Duke snorted, rolling on to his belly and got up on his paws and knees. That position would mean him being active, not just taking the cock as a bitch! Or maybe not, being active would have meant loving the thing, which was something he didn't want to show, ever.

"Fuck dude!" The Doberman barked happily as he saw the horse get into position. "No promises with a cock like that, you're hung like a horse!" Hunter chuckled at his stupid joke, already taking position behind the horse, bed's spring adjusting loudly to his weight.

"Don't worry, you will like it," The TE started prattling. "There is this thing called prostate in the ass that makes you feel so good!"

"How do you know that?" The horse blinked, bracing himself, while the paws that had groped him fell on his hips, something hard and pointed rubbing against his wet taint, smearing it with its sticky precum. He flagged his tail and put it aside, unconsciously, like he really wanted that to happen.

"The doctor told me when I sported a semi after he put his finger in my ass," Hunter continued, probably not realizing that he was sharing more information than he needed. "Fuck dude, it felt so damn good."

His voice grew excited as he continued on about his appointment with the doctor. One paw left the horse's side, squeezing on it, and Duke only had a few seconds to wonder why, when he felt the doghood's tip being pressed against his hole.

The pain that Duke felt was incredible, the dog managed to bury itself an inch or so, feeling warmth inside his loosened wet hole, but once there his ass started to resist. It felt just too big and poking in the wrong ways, not at all what the dog had said. Where was that prostate? Where was the promised pleasure? It was like taking a fucking bottle in the ass! He panicked, he couldn't take it, not like that!

"Stop, Hunter, stop!" He shouted.

Thankfully, the dog listened to him and paused. "I'm sorry dude, if it's too painful..." The Doberman whined, concern clear in his tone. The horse considered telling the Hunter to pull out, but the prospect of returning the favor and plunging his cock deep in the canine was too tempting. It had been too long since he got laid, like, three days, and that wasn't good. Maybe...

"Just...give me a moment...to relax and loosen up." The equine groaned, feeling his ass slowly split around dog's pointed tip. The pain was minimum as he could feel it slowly but surely travel deeper into his cavity. Then he felt something new; maybe it was the prostate thing Hunter had mentioned. The feelings growing inside him was like butterflies in his stomach. Duke whinnied and pushed back, he wanted more.

"No pains now, dude?" The dobie asked, his voice still holding a hint of concern.

"Yeah... Oh fuck, that feels good..." The horse nickered, deep in the haze brought by just the tip poking his prostate. The canine just rumbled at that, before he started to pull out slightly and then work it back in, doubling the sensations, the horsehood jumping and preing every time the tapered tip jabbed his prostate.

Hunter must have liked the display of how he was making his friend pant and moan just with the slow fuck, because he kept going at a steady slow pace for a long time, trying new things with it, like moving his hips back and forth with his waggle and then moving up and down, finding that caused the horse the most pleasure when he hit his prostate. The need of release built inside Duke, and he hadn't touch his throbbing cock, but he didn't want to finish yet, nor he wanted to beg for being fucked. He wasn't a fucking bitch!

"Ready to pick up the pace?" Hunter asked, concern in his voice, while he stopped his invasion. It took some time for the horse to answer, he felt weak in his knees, but after a couple of ragged breaths he managed to speak.

"Y-yeah, go for it man," He said, getting only a grunt for answer before he felt the cock moving forward again. He didn't get all in, stopping a bit before the knot, thankfully the dobie remembered not to smash their balls together. They stayed like that for a time, the fullness deep in him being a nice and weird sensation, but then after a few more thrusts, the natural gears of a male fur kicked in, because Hunter began to take out his cock, ready to start the rut.

It wasn't really a rut, at first, more a gentle and slow thrusting, maybe because the muscular jock was concerned with his friend's wellbeing, his paws resting lightly on the equine's broad sides. Even if slow, the pleasure didn't stop, every time the cock got in it caused another throb of the horse dong and a moan, pre leaking from the flared head and making a mess on the bed sheets.

The dobie had been right about the prostate, the feelings spurted by hitting the little bitch were very powerful, keeping Duke hard and leaking, and even building up his arousal without even touching his cock! He couldn't resist any longer, though, so he lay down his head, resting it on one arm, keeping his rump raised, while his right paw crawled down, grabbing his horse dong and jerking it slowly.

Maybe the slight change of position permitted an easier access to his ass, because as soon as he did it the dobie increased his thrusting, the pace building up with time, so that the horse was left moaning, his pleasure being doubled now that he got his paw working. More so, the faster speed somehow made the crushing of his prostate even more incredible, and he could actually felt his seed churning in his balls, ready to be spilled.

The need being too strong, he jerked his cock faster and faster, feeling his climax building inside him with each movement of his paw and with every thrust from his friend. He already knew that it was going to be the most powerful orgasm he ever had, just from how worked up he was, but still he was surprised when it arrived.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Duke whinnied, just before he got his well-earned orgasm. His body jerked and felt like it was rocketed backwards as his cock jumped in his paw, shooting rope after rope of white seed, while the moving cock in his ass just increased the pleasure more and more, almost making him faint from it. In his daze, he could feel the fur behind him thrusting faster and faster, the cumming-induced clenching of his ass probably being the last thing Hunter needed.

With a powerful growl, he thrust one last time and, to the surprise of the fatigued horse, he managed to pop in his knot, tying with his friend. Duke could feel something hot and liquid filling his ass, adding to the increased fullness, a feeling that he was most unfamiliar with him. But that wasn't what he really noticed because he felt something smash against his nuts, the dobie's now empty low hangers rested against his own.

For a moment of pure fear they froze, their afterglow suddenly shattered, tarnished by the horrific act that just had been committed, the one thing they wanted to avoid.

"Oh f-fuck...." Hunter stammered. "We're gay now, aren't we?" Hunter asked, his body going into an instant sweat, the horse feeling his shivers through the piece of meat embedded in his ass. He didn't answer, instead collapsing, bringing the tied dog with him and smacking their balls together once again.