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Gods it was so good he couldn't help it. It was just so raunchy and sexy as hell. Not to mention kinky. Stuffing his snout into the fragrant pouch and then licking over the used material the dog couldn't help himself. He didn't care what others would think if they knew about his 'tastes' he just had to have it. There on his bed, naked as the day he was born and stuffing two fingers in his tailhole while thrusting his hips up into the air he licked over each inch of that jock. The musky, off white stained material was just too good for words and the dog was finding it hard to remember which way was up. The straps were wrapped around his ears, tied tight together to keep his prize from slipping free while his nose was deep in the piss, cum, sweat and musk soaked material. It was better than anything and soon his eyes were rolling into the back of his head as his orgasm reached its focal point. Jamming his fingers deeper and deeper into his ass against his prostate before growled and biting on the jock the dog stifled a howl as he came. His long and thick doggy cock shot up three streams of spunk from his shuddering tip without having even been touched and soon as the shots fired off they rained down on the slobber soaked piece of material on the dog's face.

Panting and murring in contentment the dog licked the jock and let the cum seep through down to his tongue where it was lapped before he removed his fingers from his tailhole with a schrulurpign pop. Removing his treasure from around his muzzle the dog breathed a contented sigh as he sniffed over his fingers and then licked over his musky digits. he always made sure to clean himself up down there before each of his paw sessions. Kept from having to break stride before and after his 'sessions'. Groaning and then removing his fingers the dog looked at the soaked jocks in his paw and then smiled before putting them on. God it felt so good knowing that he was wearing someone else's jock made him grin in rapture. Especially since the fur that he had 'borrowed' these from was a jerk. Getting up from his bed going over to his dresser mirror the dog looked to himself and then chuckled happily. He was such a stud.

Standing at 6 foot one, 210 pounds of muscle, dark brown fur mixed with red highlights the Labrador crossed his arms over his chest and stuck out his chest proudly. He was on the soccer team and played as the goalie so he made sure to keep himself in shape. None of the others on the team had a clue that he was such a fag that he stole their jock straps and cups to paw off to. If they did he doubt he'd be able to stay in the same zip code as the rest of them but who cared? He hadn't been caught not even when he was in middle school and stole some of the junior league basketball players shorts to beat off with. he had always loved the smell of raunchy males. His older brothers and father had no idea that when they went to bed at night from a long day of work or practice he would sneak in the laundry and take their clothes, especially their underwear to sniff over. He would rub the musty smelling clothing over his face until all he could smell was them. His sheath would pulse and thicken before his cock jutted out and spit pre all over himself. He would stand in his room and paw off while his muzzle was deep into their stuff, usually right in the crotch and then lick and slather over everything until he would groan and shoot. Sometimes, like today, he wouldn't even have to touch himself.

His family never knew since they all saw him as this straight up dog who played sports, talked to girls, and was macho looking. They would probably have had the shock of a lifetime to find out that he was this perverted. His dad would probably have a heart attack and die on the spot. The older Labrador with his black fur and muscular body was the star of his high school teams football team and the older male had gone to a few championships and made quite a name for himself. If it hadn't been for knocking their mother up in college he might have gone pro but the older Labrador had too much of a good heart to leave the pregnant Labradoress behind. When his oldest brother had been born his father had finished college and gone into construction to work as a builder and then open a small business for himself. It was a mediocre company but it put more than enough food on the table. When his second oldest brother came along the older male had been happy, as a clam and then we he came along his father probably was the happiest dog on earth. At an early age each of his sons he had instilled his sense of pride about sports in and he made all of them do exercises with and rough and tumble with. They all loved it and by the time they began school they were already ready to take up some kind of physical activity and have at it. Mikey, the oldest of the three, played basketball. Josh, the second oldest, played football. As for him, Tommy, he loved soccer, especially the soccer team. All those hot studs made him swell in his uniform whenever he was on the field and sometimes off the field. In the locker room was like hell for him since he had to will himself not to cream as each one patted him on the rump in jest and playfulness.

It was too easy to steal the combination to their lockers when they were busy talking and not paying much attention. He would go back after school, open the lockers and take what he wanted. Oh not every day but once a week when the previous jock and cups, he stole those too, would get less fragrant from all his licks and slobbers. He would place them back after making sure to clean them and none of the guys would think twice about it. It was kind of amazing that none of the team had figured out what he was up to since he had been doing the same routine every week for half the school year now.

Oh well. Throwing used jock on his dresser and then scratching his tail Tommy walked out of his room downstairs to see who was at home. It had to have been about five now and someone was bound to get home. He only knew that because his usual paw sessions lasted for about an hour and he had gotten home at four something. Stepping from his room and hearing the downstairs TV on the Labrador walked down the steps to see his oldest brother lounging while watching some sports highlights. Grinning mischievously Tommy crept down the steps and then made his way behind the couch where his brother was. The other hadn't washed yet and the smell of his sweat soaked body was like heaven for the smaller lab who sat down and just let the funky smell wash over him. His cock was already getting hard. Good thing the household was okay with being naked or else he might have had to put on some clothes. What did it matter anyway, ever since their mother passed away there were nothing but males in the house so who cared anyway?

Mikey was oblivious as he growled at seeing something on the screen. Tommy wasn't sure if it was wise but he slowly crept a paw down his middle to his groin and began to paw at his sheath. It was kind of dangerous since he was right in front of the door but the smell of his brother was intoxicating. Carefully easing his fingers into the slit of his sheath Tommy stroked a claw against his somewhat flaccid cock and humped up quietly against the floor as he felt shocks pass up his spine. Lolling his head back and silently whimpering the younger Labrador thrust up into midair as he felt himself getting ready for another brilliant sessions with himself.

"Damn it. Fuck!" His brother's curse made him go still and then shake his head before standing up and then tapping his brother on the side. Mikey jumped before turning and taking a swing at who was behind him.

Rolling with the punch saved the younger dog as he dodged with enough time to keep form getting a bruised rib.

"Hey, its me!" Tommy shouted!

"Oh, sorry! Don't do that! I didn't even hear you come downstairs. What are you doing home so early for anyway?" Mikey asked while calming his speeding heart.

"Practice let out early so the coach let us all go home after breaking down the equipment. Did I scare you big bro? I'm sorry." Tommy made cute little whimpers in his throat and watched as his brothers long floppy ears flickered before the older dog rubbed the back of his head and then sighed.

"Its okay. Hey whose turn is it to cook tonight?"

"Uh...Dad's. Oh boy." Yeah, it was no secret that the oldest Labrador couldn't cook so the two brother looked to each other with grimaces on their muzzles before Mikey went to grab the cordless phone.

"Pizza or takeout?" Tommy asked while looking at the memory on the phone from last week this time.

"Pizza. That Chinese place gave me gas last time."

The two laughed at that before Mikey hit the Talk button on the phone and letting the saved number dial itself. Tommy meanwhile sat himself down on the sofa where his brother had been and then splayed out with his snout full into the middle of the cushions where the older Lab had had his tail resting on. It smelt just like the sweaty dog and Tommy found his arousal growing as he ran his snout against the musky fabric.

A paw smacking his tail made him jump and bare his fangs before he noticed who had assaulted him.

"Oh, sorry. Did I scare you?" His brother asked mockingly.

Balling his fist the younger of the two threw himself at his brother and soon they were on the floor rolling around together like two pups. And that was exactly how their other brother found them. Josh just sighed before stepping around the two and then heading for his bedroom upstairs. He thought to himself, that it was sometimes too hard being the more mature one in the house, as their father was no better and would wrestle with his pups in a heartbeat even after a hard day of work.

However, Tommy was in heaven as he let Mikey grapple him and place his head in-between his stinky armpit. The sweat slick, odor filled cavern was like a treasure trove to Mikey as he tried to get away and yet closer into that pit. Licking his tongue over the area he caught the bitter tang of unwashed Labrador in his muzzle before he was freed with a jerk.

"Ugh....dude come on! That was cheating, and gross! Why do you always do that?!" Mikey asked while wiping the drool from his underarm with his left paw.

He would never tell him why the younger Lab loved the smell of his brother, instead...

"Cause then I can do this!" Leaping at the other who was stilled in mild disgust Tommy pounced and splayed his brother out on the carpet before slamming his paws against his brother's shoulders and then growling down at him while lifting his tail. Had he the extra twenty pounds and three inches Mikey had it would have been intimidating but instead Mikey found himself laughing his head off.

"Alright, you win this time. Did you do the same thing last time? Man you're getting to be a one-trick doggy." Mikey jeered.

"Whatever. Anyway, aren't you gonna wash up before the food gets here. Don't want the pizza guy to run off after smelling your stink."

"Like you care. I know about you and your little secret."

Ice formed in Tommy's heart as he heard this and he could hear his heart pound faster and faster into his ears.

"Yeah, I know, you and those soccer cleats of yours, which you never wash. I know you get off on your own stink." Mikey said while looking smug.

Tommy wasn't sure if his brother really new so he cocked his head in curiosity.

"Yeah, I know that you are in love with those things the way you always leave them in your room right by the door so the smell comes out into the hallway."

What were the odds his brother really knew what was up with him? It wasn't like Mikey was the smartest person who ever lived, especially not by his last report card but did he know about...?

"Quit teasing him because you are no better. You leave your dirty clothes by the door making quite a funk as well so you can't complain." The voice of reason came down in only his shorts and fur. Tommy could have kissed his brother.

"Yeah but they always get washed..." Mikey said while lowering his ears abashedly.

"That's because Tommy always does the laundry. You should be thanking him instead of roasting on him." Josh said before walking over to the couch and picking up the remote and turning to the afternoon cartoons. It was odd how such a grown-up and unruffled Labrador such as him liked to watch animated skinless apes run around bashing each other over the head with mallets but...it was Josh's thing.

Mikey got up from the floor and went over to hug his other older brother around the shoulders before flicking his tail and sticking his tongue out at Mikey. The oldest of the three growled and made his way to tackle Tommy before the doorbell rang.

"Ugh...I'll got get my wallet." Mikey said before going up to his room.

"Thanks Josh." Tommy whispered.

'Its fine, but please go and wash up because you stink. For real." Mikey licked his brother over the snout before going up to the bathroom.

By the time their dad had gotten home it was late and the older Labrador was worn to the quick. Seeing the half empty pizza boxed he made a beeline path to them without missing a beat as he kicked his shoes off and fumbling to get out of his socks. Grabbing one box of meat lovers for himself the sire of the three sat himself down in the living room next to Josh and took the remote. It was late and the brothers had been watching a rerun of their favorite program so when it flickered to the football game no one said a word.

That was how the evening found them with the three youths sitting around munching on cool pizza while their father watched the evening highlights. Each one in his own separate world not thinking about much except Tommy who was wishing that he could snuggle up on the floor with his family's footpaws over his nose breathing in the scent of their sweat lined toes and soles. Glancing easily over his father's discarded shoes the youngest of the brothers' thought about how much fun he was going to have later on.

When the food was finished and the oldest Labrador had grilled his sons about their day he bid them farewell and went up to his room. The heavy trudges of his feet were all the sign that he was beyond beat. Thankfully tomorrow was a holiday and they could all get a break from their daily routine. The brother's old man liked to give his workers days off while going out with them for beer so it would unwind them for that particular month. Tommy made it a habit to do laundry and clean up every night after everyone so they wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing later and so that he could gather a few treasures for the night before going to bed.

As Mikey and Josh headed to their room the youngest of the three gathered up the now empty pizza boxes and threw them outside in the garbage before getting his father's stuff and then going to the wash room. Since he had been in his fur ever got to his room Tommy didn't have to wash anything for himself as his own soccer uniform could wait another day before having to remove their malodorous scent from the material. His brothers had thrown their own clothes in the wash room after the pizza boy had come and gone so Tommy took some washing powder and threw it into the machine before taking one of his dad's socks and tossing it in. The other he grabbed and bunched up before dragging it across his nose and inhaling. A deep breath sucked up the sweat-scented item before Tommy felt himself grow dizzy and light headed. His eyes rolled before he had to grab the washer machine by the rim to keep from slumping down onto the floor.

He never knew why the scent of dirty, sweaty, unclean males attracted him but gods he loved it. His sheath already filled with his engorged cock, which poked out with a bubble of pre at its tips before Tommy schooled himself and tossed the sock inside of the washer machine and closed the cover. Setting the dial and then pressing the start up button the Labrador growled and grabbed the pair of shoes by his feet and then made his way quickly to his room.

Upstairs, Tommy looked around each comer of the hall to make sure that there was no one up before quietly closing his door and then making his way to his bed. His fingers holding his prize the Labrador crawled over onto his mattress before placed each shoe on his pillow and then snuffling each with delicate sniffs. His wet nose dug into the folds of the left shoe before switching to the right. The smell of his father intoxicated him as well as spurned his need to release all over himself. Reaching down and stroking himself Tommy slowly humped against the bed while his tail wagged about in the air happily somewhat thumping the sheets. This was the time he loved the most. Usually he would get one of his brother's underwear and lap over them, both front and back, but his dad's shoes were a rare treat.

The leather of the dress shoes were worn since the older Labrador didn't like to buy new ones unless necessary and the insides had long since permeated with his gamy toe musk. There taste of cotton made no never mind to Tommy as he long been used to the taste of the fabric from tonguing underwear. What he was after was the raw taste of male that accompanied the rich saturation of body stink that came from spending all day working those shoes. His cock beat in time with his rapid-fire pulse and Tommy was unconsciously whimpering as he pawed himself faster.

Rubbing his cheek against those feet coverings and sniffing double time in and effort to drench himself in his father's scent Tommy reached under himself and caressed his swinging sac, squeezing it and fondling himself before brining said paw up to his nose and inhaling. Hs own ripe odor and sexual reek made him growl as well as moan before he repeated the actions. His ears flopped and his tail was beating a mile a minute as the Labrador silently woofed to himself. Sticking his tongue as far as he could reach into the right shoe Tommy laved over the inner sole getting the aftertaste of his dad imprinted on his taste buds. His cock was now fully extended and leaking onto his paw making his strokes easier and faster.

His tailhole began to twitch in need and the Lab sated the hunger under his tail by walking his unoccupied paw from his nuts around his backside and then into himself. Quickly stuffing three digits in and then gasping Tommy had to swallow his tongue to keep from shouting when he grabbed his knot and gripped it as tightly as he could while biting on his old man's shoe as he came. Eight long shots of cum splattered up his chest to the back of the shoe he was munching on before three more shallow spurts rained out and then a dribble accompanied them onto his cock down to his paw. His tailhole had clamped over his fingers for a second time today and when Tommy could finally open his muzzle to release the captive between his teeth he sighed before slumping to the side, his muzzle buried against the left shoe belonging to his dad.

Deciding he was too lethargic to move the Labrador left his fingers in his anus and around his knot before curling around the now saliva soaked shoes and cum stained spot on his bed and then drifting off.

Meanwhile, someone crept into his room and removed the said article from his bed before pulling the covers from up under him and then around the sleeping dog. The same person kissed Tommy on his head and then lapped the sticky mess form his sheets before leaving the room as quickly as they had come. The darkness of the room cast them in shadow so whoever it was wouldn't be seen even if Tommy had woken up, which of course he didn't.