At the park
I'd gone to the park because I was bored, depressed, anxious . . . and maybe a little bit horny. All I really wanted to do was go home, put on some sad, depressing music, and curl up under the sheets. All I really wanted to do, in other words, was fall into denial. You know. Like I normally do. Just deny all the bad stuff, just pretend everything was great.
But instead of going home, I went to the park. And, of course, I went to the far northeast corner, where the gay humans and anthros get together. It's almost like going out to the woods. There's hardly any open space in that corner, it's pretty much all trees - with all the trees planted very close to each other. It's an area that has a reputation for being dangerous, so the tourists won't go there, and the locals leave it alone - unless, like me, they're looking for something.
Or looking for someone.
As I walked along the narrow, curving path, I caught glimpses of people - some human, some anthro - hidden behind trees. A few were alone, but most were in pairs - or groups. Those who were alone were either looking or watching, and those who were paired up (or in a group) were making the usual noises indicating intense pleasure.
I saw an elderly lion up ahead on the path, sitting on one of the few benches. As I walked by, he plainly checked me out. I'm an average-looking human - I'm neither attractive nor ugly. My height is average, my weight is average. I work out, but you can't really tell - my muscles aren't huge or anything. So, yeah, I get checked out, but it's not like I'm someone people fight over.
Anyway, I went into the men's room, which is in the middle of that maze of trees. A pit bull was standing at the center urinal - possibly pissing, possibly not. I didn't look at him too closely, I just went to one of the empty urinals and started pissing. Without glancing over, I could tell - it's like a sixth sense, I guess - that the pit bull was looking at me. And I was pretty sure he wasn't pissing.
As I finished my business, I gave my dick (yes, it's average in size) a shake and then I . . . just lingered a bit . . . still shaking a little bit, even though there were no more drops left to come out. The pit bull, looking at me again, shifted his stance, moving his left leg back and turning slightly in my direction.
I thought about it for a nanosecond, then decided - what the hell. Why not. I looked straight at the pit bull and checked him out. Dark brown fur everywhere, except for a patch of white on his left arm, and another patch of white around his right eye. He had light blue eyes, and a huge nose - which had a small scar on the tip of it. His muzzle was massive. He was about my height, but he was probably twice as wide. He wasn't fat. He was just thick. Thick neck, thick fingers. Thick chest underneath a tight, sleeveless tee. Thick legs snug inside of cut-off jeans. Thick arms, too, with bulging biceps.
He just seemed so - I don't know - masculine. Is that the word I'm looking for? I normally don't go for guys who were this . . . thick. Stocky. Masculine. But this pit bull turned me on - no doubt about that. Maybe we could just jerk each other off, or something - something quick, with no strings. Part of me was so turned on by his body, I would've been happy just to watch him jerk himself off, and cum all over the urinal.
I looked down, and saw the tip of his penis poking out from the sheath.
Then we made eye contact.
He stared at me, checking me out some more, then he looked over at the toilet stalls (which don't have doors, by the way) - then he looked back at me, with a question in his eyes.
I nodded my head, and he tucked his package back into his pants. Without even zipping up, I followed him as he walked over to the stalls.
The stall at the end was huge, with the toilet sitting in the middle of the vast space. The pit bull stood close to me, and began to fondle my dick, my balls. His were still inside those tight jeans, so I let my hands wander over his thick chest. Now that we were side by side, I could smell him. He wasn't wearing cologne, and underneath the faint aroma of soap I was starting to sense his sweat, and his musk.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, cupping my balls.
I suddenly had a vivid mental image of his jaws, his tongue, on the back of my neck. I thought of his arms around me, holding tight. Spur of the moment, I decided I wanted to do something I rarely did. I like being in charge during sex, but I suddenly wanted this pit bull to own me. I decided to ask for that, and if this guy freaked out and ran away - well . . . oh well. I had to at least try.
"Can you," I whispered, my voice husky, "Take charge?"
The pit bull's eyes lit up, and he flashed me a smile. Clearly, he was turned on by the idea. He leaned even closer to me, and his warm breath exhaled into my face.
"Okay. I'm in charge now," he said, softly, still grinning.
Slowly, slowly, he lowered my jeans and my shorts, until they were bunched at my knees. Then he grabbed my shoulders, and turned me around, until I stood facing the toilet. His thick paws, with their thick fingers, ran gently down my back, down to my ass. Taking his time, he began to massage my ass, slowly running a paw over each cheek - and then I felt a thick finger probing at my hole. He almost - almost - inserted a finger, but he withdrew, and instead I felt those fantastic paws running over my balls.
"Bend over, and grab the toilet," he said, his mouth on my ear.
When I did so, he began swatting my ass - not too hard, but they certainly weren't gentle, little taps, either. As my ass heated up - there were maybe two dozen stinging swats - my cock became rigid.
"Like that, do ya?" For a brief second, his paw squeezed my hard cock - while his other paw massaged my stinging butt.
Then he stepped back and ordered me to sit on the toilet.
He slipped his shirt off, and I stared at the large, hard nipples, He had another white patch on the left side of his chest.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and soon his large, furry sheath was fully exposed. A pink tip was emerging, as he got hard - and as I leaned forward, more and more of his dick slid out. He tugged down his shorts and his underwear, and thrust his cock into my face.
Eager for it - starving for it, let's be honest - I quickly took his bright, pink dick into my mouth. One of my hands went to his balls, the other found his knot (still, for the moment, in the sheath) - and my tongue went to work, sliding all over and around his warm dick. It filled me, pounded into me as he thrust forward, and quite a bit of precum oozed out. I swallowed the pre, as my stretched-out mouth began to glide up and down the shaft.
The musk that filled my nostrils, my god - it was intense, and I quickly got drunk on it.
I didn't - couldn't - slow down, and for a few moments his canine dick fucked my face at a relentless speed - until he suddenly stopped, and pulled out. With both paws on my shoulder, he stood still for a minute, panting, sweating. His dick was fully erect and pulsating, and his knot had slid out of the sheath.
"Whoo, boy," his voice was shaky. "That was good. But I'm not ready to cum yet." Very carefully, and very slowly, he pulled up his underwear and his cut-off shorts. I felt a little bit disappointed - I couldn't help it. Part of me wanted his cum to rush down my throat - or perhaps spill over my face.
"Stand up," he said, simply. Again, his paws brushed over my dick and my balls. Then he sat down on the toilet, and pulled me to him. Briefly, he sniffed at my crotch, inhaled my scents, then licked my cock - but only briefly.
"Get over my knee," he then ordered.
Walking funny because my pants were by that point around my ankles, I moved to his right side, then I went across his lap.
"Gotta spank that hot ass some more," he said. His left paw pulled up my shirt, then rested on my back. His right paw gave my ass a few minor swats, then a few stinging swats.
As the spanking went on, the blows got harder and harder. As I squirmed across his lap, my crotch grinding into his right leg, I lost count of how many spanks I was getting.
After every few swats, he massaged my ass a little bit, to warm it up and take some of the sting out - and then the spanking would start up again.
At some point - I didn't know when - he pulled my shirt off completely.
I wasn't erect anymore, but I was still turned on. His body heat poured into me, and his musk once again filled my nostrils. The feeling of his thick paw on my ass was incredibly hot - first spanking my ass, then rubbing it. I felt like I could lie there for hours, over his knee, my ass getting hotter and hotter, redder and redder.
Eventually, while massaging my ass, he slid a finger into my hole.
"Oh yeah," he said, voice hoarse. "I'm gonna fuck you, pretty soon. Can't wait for that. Just a little more spankin' . . ."
I was so turned on by this pit bull, that now even his voice was getting me excited.
There were maybe ten more spanks, slapping into my ass, hard and swift. I almost cried out, from both pleasure and pain.
Then he had me stand up, and once again I found myself bent over with my hands on the toilet seat.
He quickly slid down his jeans and underwear - I glanced behind me, to catch a glimpse of his sheath and his fast-emerging dick. Soon, he was tugging on a condom and breathing into my ear. He was hurrying, now, eager to fuck me.
His warm, canine tongue ran down my back, lapping up my salty sweat. It slid across my stinging, red ass and went into my hole. I wanted that to last - I wanted his tongue to explore my asshole for a good, long time - but I knew that we were both too turned on to do much else. We couldn't wait any longer.
With a grunt, he grabbed me around the waist and slid his dick - quickly, too quickly - into me. I gasped - again, from both pleasure and pain - and somehow forced myself to relax. And then he was right there, his fur on my skin, as he pulled me into a fierce hug. His muzzle was on my back, on my neck, his tongue licking my skin, his nose sniffing at my scent.
He fucked me from behind, his canine dick sliding in, probing, penetrating. He didn't slow down, or try to make it last - and that was fine with me. We both had the same hunger, the same need to cum. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his paws holding me tight. The feel of his warm fur on me - rubbing, sliding over my skin, heating up - was heavenly.
I came when I felt his knot pushing into me. It hurt quite a bit, but it also felt great - I felt so full, so overwhelmed (in a good way), so alive. I almost shouted when I came, my spunk shooting over the toilet.
Immediately after, he grunted - and gripped me even tighter. He shuddered as he came, his mouth firmly on my neck, his dick thrust deep inside.
We were knotted together for a few minutes. I remained bent over, shaking, exhausted. He held on to me, his sweat continuing to pour over me. When he pulled out, both of us had regained enough breath to speak.
"Man, that was - holy shit - hey, do you want to get together sometime?"
"Yeah," I said. "Definitely."