Grandview High School, Chapter One: I Don't Know What You Heard, But I Know I Said That I Came Here to Have Fun, Not Sex
#2 of Grandview High School
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Grandview High School, Chapter One: I Don't Know What You Heard, But I Know I Said That I Came Here to Have Fun, Not Sex
- * * The sun shone brightly as Linkin Monroe adjusted his sunglasses and he shifted in the elevated lifeguard station that sat on the white sandy shore of West Coast beach. His eyes slowly scanned over every fur, from the hundreds that were playing, scattered about in the water, to the few young furs that were building sandcastles just out of the reach of the waves, all the way up to most of the females that lay dressed in skimpy bikinis stretched out on their towels, getting their tan for the day. The deep blue ocean waves rolled up with the tide and crashed down on the sand. The Doberman panted, his tight red tank top was drenched with sweat. He shook it, trying to accumulate some cool air inside the confined space. He quickly checked the time on his cell phone and sighed. Twenty minutes until his break. The sound of laughter of the furs at play broke suddenly by the sound of someone crying. He sat up in the chair and looked around. There standing a couple of feet away from the tower was a young kit who had dropped his partially eaten hot dog on the sand. Immediately seagulls squawked and swooped down to pick up the food. Laughing to himself, Linkin went back to supervising the beach. Those kind of things happened all the time. That's when he spotted something far off in the distance. At first Linkin thought it was a surfboard that had drifted away from the coast, but when he saw the shape turn into a T, the vertical bar was a pair of arms spread out, and they belonged to someone floating face down in the water. "Oh my God," he gasped as he stood up; put the whistle that was wrapped around his neck attached to a lanyard and blew three loud shrilling tweets as he rushed down the ladder, leaving behind his lifeguard tube on the ground as he grabbed the red fiberglass rescue board. He ran past the furs that were scrambling out of the water as fast as they could. When the water was to his knees he lay down on the middle of the board and paddled out to the unconscious fur. Seconds later he was close enough to the body that he could identify it as a kangaroo. Once the board was beside the kangaroo, Linkin grasped the fur's arms and slid off the board on the opposite side. He positioned the kangaroo's body across the board with his chest and armpits against the far edge of the board before he flipped the board over toward himself, pulling the fur on top of the bottom of the board. Then using his own body weight, and extreme caution, he made sure that the kangaroo's armpits remained along the edge of the board as he flipped the board again towards himself. He positioned the kangaroo lying down lengthwise in the middle of the board with his head toward the bow. Then he situated the board toward shore, climbed up carefully on the back of the board, lying down with his chest between the kangaroo's legs, and kicked hard. Once he was near the shoreline, Linkin got off the rescue board and stood behind the kangaroo, grasping him under the armpits, while supporting his head with his forearms. Walking backwards, he dragged the kangaroo to the shore. He knelt down, reached into the fanny pack that was on his hip, and retrieved a pair of plastic gloves. He slipped them on with a loud snap, and looked down at the kangaroo's face: cute, despite how still and motionless it was. His eyes were closed, and it seemed as though he was pleasantly sleeping beside him. He shook his head to get the thoughts out of his mind, tapped the kangaroo's shoulder, and asked in a loud voice, "Are you okay?" The kangaroo's deathly silence caused Linkin's heart to bounce. He frantically began to check the kangaroo for signs of life by tilting his head back slightly to open his airway and placing two paw fingers to the kangaroo's jugular, feeling for a pulse while he twisted his head above the kangaroo's muzzle, listening for sounds of breathing. When he didn't feel or hear anything he vowed that there wasn't anything that would stop him from saving the kangaroo's life now. He glanced up and saw another lifeguard running up the beach towards him. He pointed at the lifeguard, a Zebra. "Bryan, go call for EMS personnel immediately!" he ordered. "We've got an unconscious passive victim!" Bryan nodded and ran to the elevated station where he picked up the emergency phone and dialed the number. Meanwhile Linkin had reached into his fanny pack again, pulled out his resuscitation mask, and assembled it together as quick as he could. He put the mask over the top of the kangaroo's long muzzle and gave two breaths. The kangaroo's chest rose with both breaths and Linkin sighed with relief. Linkin removed the mask from off the kangaroo's muzzle, checked the kangaroo's pulse again and found a faint beat. He replaced the mask over the fur's muzzle, tilted his head back and breathed into the mask once every five seconds. After two minutes of giving rescue breaths, he removed the mask once more and checked the kangaroo's pulse and breathing. The heartbeat was stronger now, and he could hear the kangaroo breathing on his own. He sat back on his heels and took a deep breath. He took the kangaroo's arm that was furthest away from him and moved it up to the fur's head while he took the other arm and crossed it over his chest. He took the kangaroo's closet leg to him and bent it up. Then, ever so gently, he held his shoulder and hip and rolled the kangaroo's body to the side, keeping the head, neck and back in a straight line; however he angled his head toward the groundâ€" Just in case. What seemed like minutes of staring at the motionless kangaroo, his eyes fluttered open and shut as he choked up the swallowed water. He sputtered and hacked up vomit. Linkin looked up to the clear blue sky and breathed another, deeper sigh of relief. The kangaroo's head jerked around to look up at him and blinked, gazing at the dripping wet Doberman. He had the form of some type of muscle god, designed by a master's paw with a rippling muscled chest, which was covered by a tight red tank top. His short black fur was short enough to show off every perfectly toned muscle on his frame. His eyes wandered from the canine's massive pectorals, to his broad shoulder, his rounded biceps, and past his impressive six-pack abdominals, all the way down to the Doberman's crotch where he could see the definition of a thick furry sheath. "Wha... what happened?" he coughed while spitting out the backwash that was still in his maw. After he caught his breath, he tried to sit up when he felt a heavy weight pressing on his ribs. He glanced down and noticed the masculine Doberman's paw on his chest holding him down. He looked back up at the Doberman who was smiling at him. "Slow down there, Joey"â€"the kangaroo made a strange face, as if the nickname surprised himâ€""you nearly drowned out there," Linkin chuckled, talking with a smooth, and somewhat accented voice. He handed the kangaroo an unused towel that was lying on the sand. He took it and wiped his chin while staring dreamily into the Doberman's blue eyes. There was a twinkle in his eyes that made the kangaroo blush. "Thanks..." he muttered finally as he ducked his head down and clutched the towel around his shoulders, shivering a little, and still breathing hard. He shrugged, "I-I guess the current pulled me out too far." Linkin smiled and nodded, "Yeah that's probably what happened." He realized that his paw was precariously close to the kangaroo's paw. He withdrew it and placed both of his paws on his own thighs. "Well, is there anything I can get for you?" The kangaroo shook his head as he stood up, brushing the wet sand out of his light brown fur. "Uh... no, thank you," he stuttered. "But thanks though, for... uh, saving my life..." He turned to leave but he had only taken a step before the Doberman stopped him. "Wait," he stopped in his tracks when the kangaroo paused, then took a step closer. "Uh... what's your name?" The kangaroo twisted his head around and pivoted his ears to the back of his head. "...La-Lashley," he stammered. "Nice to meet you Lashley," he said with a grin. "I'm Linkin." He proffered a rustic colored paw to the kangaroo. Lashley took the paw in his and shook it. The paws were almost the same size and touching the other male's paw sent shivers up and down his spine, and made something buried deep inside his furry sheath tingle. "Nice to meet you too." Linkin held Lashley's paw a bit longer than usual and gave it a small squeeze before letting it go. Lashley gasped quickly as he let arm fall to his side while his tail thumped at a broken rhythm, as it always did when he was nervous. Which happened a lot; especially around other malesâ€"and, being there with the wet dog standing so close behind his own body, his cock began to grow and harden underneath the protection of his swimsuit with every passing second. "If you could follow me, I need to write down some information about you on a incident report. I'll explain it to you on the way," he motioned for Lashley to follow, toward the lifeguard tower by slanting his head. Lashley rubbed his forearm as he followed behind the Doberman. He couldn't help but notice the wagging docked tail or secretly desire the perfectly sculpted ass of the Dobie's. ‘Could it be possible that he's gay?' Lashley wondered to himself as his ears finally returned to their upright position. He shook his head, trying to push the thought out of his mind as Linkin turned around to face him. Snatching a clipboard and a piece of paper, Linkin stood in front of Lashley and shifted his weight to his left leg. "What I have here is an incident report. It's supposed to be filled out after somethingâ€"in your case, drowningâ€"occurs," Linkin explained as he wrote the word ‘Lashley' down on the top of the paper. "And your last name?" Instinctively Lashley rubbed his forearm and looked down. "Parker." While Lashley was looking down, Linkin smiled to himself as he wrote down ‘Parker' next to Lashley. "Now I'll need your age, address and phone number as well." Lashley's head shot up and looked at the dog who was smiling at him. "You aren't getting this stuff for yourself are you?" he folded his arms, as if challenging the canine to continue his extensive personal interview with him. "Of course not," the Doberman grinned even wider and flashed a wink as he flipped the clipboard around so that Lashley could see the piece of paper, which did in fact ask for the personal information. "Happy?" the Doberman chuckled. "I'm sixteen-years old," Lashley grumbled, as he rolled his eyes and looked away. "Er... my address is 1047 Grandview Boulevard, Grandview, Califurnia, 93047. My number is 209-558-1721." Still smiling to himself, Linkin wrote the rest of the information down and filled out the remainder of the form. He tapped it with his paw finger when he finished and took another quick wink at Lashley. "If you wait here for a sec, I'll be right back." He turned and went into the small alcove of the elevated station and jolted down Lashley's personal information on a separate piece of paper and stuck it into his pocket. Lashley was standing by the door when Linkin exited, leaning against the wall. He was drying out his long ears with the towel, which was almost completely soaked. Linkin chuckled and handed him another fresh towel. Lashley took it and gave Linkin the other towel back. "Uh... thanks... again." Lashley mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck with his paw while his tail began to thump again. "I guess I better get going..." "Wait!" Linkin grabbed Lashley's wrist, but let it go almost immediately as if he had been shocked. The kangaroo's head snapped down and glared at the paw in surprise. "Um..." Linkin scratched his head as he looked away, blushing slightly. "Before you go, could I ask you a question?" Nodding, Lashley turned around to face Linkin and folded his arms. "Yeah... I guess so. What is it?" "I was just wondering how long you'll be here..." he stammered and paused a moment, then continued, "At West Coast Beach... that is." His muzzle pointed down at the sand, but he looked up with his eyes. "I'm here for about another two weeks," Lashley glanced away as his ear twitched. Inside, Linkin's heart leaped with joy. They would be able to get to know each other a little bit more, he hoped. "You wanna do something later?" Lashley looked up as his right leg began to bounce a little nervously and smiled. "Yeah!... I mean... sure, if I'm not too busy. I'm here on vacation with my family, but to tell you the truth, I'm not having much fun; not as much as they said I would. Ever since we've been here I feel like I'm constantly being watched by my dad, who brought me here because"â€"he bent two paw fingers on both of his pawsâ€" "‘I'm on the verge of becoming a man'." He dropped his shoulders and exhaled. "But this place and I haven't really connected yet... and after what just happened this afternoon... I think I'm gonna see if we could go home early." Linkin couldn't help but let his jaw drop a little and blink. "Oh..." he finally mumbled with a bewildered voice, disappointed that Lashley wanted to leave. "Well then maybeâ€"" "Oy! Link!" a voice interrupted the Doberman from behind him. Both Linkin and Lashley turned to looked at the small blue fox who was dressed up in a lifeguard uniform. "Stop flirtin' with all the guys and do your job." Linkin blushed hard as he shied away from Lashley. He went up to the fox and punched him in the shoulder as he gave him the ‘shut-the-fuck-up-jackass' look. "Heh, sorry Charlie..." he growled quietly in his throat. "You ready to take over?" Charlie laughed as he climbed up into the tower and tossed Linkin's possessions down into his extended paw. "Yeah... yeah. See ya later, Link." He winked at Lashley. "Be careful ‘roo. Link here is bad to bone." He winked at the kangaroo again as Linkin growled louder, and then laughed heartily to himself again. Lashley looked down and gasped. Directly at the center of his crotch, the massive tent in his swimsuit was his hard-as-rock cock. He turned around and swore under his breath. "Omigod..." he whispered to himself as he wrapped the towel around his waist, trying to cover-up his hard-on. It only seemed to make it worse. He hadn't even realized he was still aroused. Lashley prayed silently to himself that neither canine had seen his hard-on, and that this was a bad dream. He pinched himself to wake himself up from the nightmare. Nothing happened but made his cock grow harder knowing that this was all too real. "Lashley?" he heard a familiar voice call out, a male's voice he recognized as his fathers. His face turned flush with embarrassment as he his head hung down low and swore again. He pretended he hadn't heard his father and began to walk up the beach. "Lashley!" The rough voice was shouting now. Lashley didn't have to turn around to know that his father was running, furious, and that he was probably seriously grounded. By the time his father's strong, broad paw on his shoulder, his hard-on had softened a little. However, it returned when he turned around to face his father and saw Linkin standing by the lifeguard tower, his face twisted with confusion. "Oh... hey Dad," Lashley glanced down at his feet, which were starting to jump a little. Unknowingly Lashley fearfully thumped his tail against the ground and scratched his chin. Craig Parker was well over a foot taller than his son was, and always wore a scowl on his face. Lashley wasn't sure if he shrunk or if his father grew when he glared down at him when he was angry, or even when he was in a ‘pleasant' mood. Craig's paw stayed on Lashley's shoulder as he tried to look his son in the eye. "Son, I heard that you had been drowning," he growled, and Lashley knew from his tone that he was disappointed. "What happened?" Even with his head hung down, trying to cower away, Lashley felt his father's eyes piercing through his skull. He peeked upward with his eyes and saw his father's furrowed eyebrows and his own reflection in his dark eyes. His ears spun around as he closed his eyes and mumbled, "I swam out a little too far... sir," he added, remembering the easiest way to keep him from going to far over the top. "You what?!" he barked loudly, which made Lashley yelp and cover his ears that rang loudly in his head. He opened his eyes and saw Linkin approaching them. The young kangaroo shook his head and rubbed his forehead. This day was just getting worse by the moment. "Excuse me, sir?" Lashley heard Linkin call out. The Doberman was shorter than Lashley's father by about six inches, but he held his stance as he looked up at Craig. "Is there a problem?" Lashley's ears slowly eased back to perk forward as he saw his father's mood swing from his enraged glower to a neutral stare. He patted Lashley's shoulder, and for once Lashley saw him smile as sweetly as he could at him, before he shook his head. "No problem. I was just concerned for my son. Apparently he still needs my supervision." Linkin held out his rustic paw and smiled back at the kangaroo. "I'm Linkin. I'm the lifeguard that rescued your son. I'm glad I could help out, and if there's anything else I can do, just give a holler." Mr. Parker glared down at the paw, but didn't take it. Linkin let his arm fall to his side and he slumped his shoulders slightly. "Thank you," he said briskly as he pulling Lashley into his chest and gave him a hug. "Com'ere son," he faked a chuckle. "You're mother is expecting you to get a shower before we go out for dinner." Lashley pulled away by ducking underneath his father's thick arms and taking a step back. He had seen his father put on this façade far too many times. In spite of this, he was a little curious as to where they made plans and asked, "Where are we going?" "There's a restaurant a little way up the beach with an all-you-can-eat tonight." Craig forged a smile on his muzzle and began to lead Lashley to the parking lot. "Thank you again, Linkin. Have a good afternoon." Lashley reluctantly followed his father, but he twisted his head around just in time to see Linkin wave. He waved back and smiled. He had a feeling that he would see him before long. *** Later that night Lashley sat in the back of the white Honda his parent's were renting while at West Coast. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans, with several abrasions on the denim and a dark blue t-shirt. He scratched his head and tried to adjust his body into a more comfortable position but the seatbelt locked him to his seat. Muttering to himself, he unclipped the buckle and let it slide over the pads in the palm of his paws before he buckled himself in once more. His mother, Cathy, looked behind her seat and smiled at him. "Remember Lashley," she reminded him the one-hundredth time that day. "Even though this is a all-you-can-eat, do not overstuff yourself. I don't need any overweight children. It's always a pity to see those kids on the news." "Yeah," Lashley's eighteen-year old brother, Joseph poked his side. "We don't want any blimps in the family." Joseph had been a moderately popular football player in high school the year before and had graduated just before the summer started. His fur was a richer color of tan and brown, and he was all brawn and hardly any brain, but somehow always seemed to get laid after every football game. Sometimes Lashley secretly fantasized with the idea of incest, but such thoughts had been stuffed away in the back of his head and nearly forgotten... but every so often they would reemerge, and at the worst possible times. Lashley stuck his tongue out at Joseph and folded his arms. "You're a blimp," he retorted. "You're the blimp," Joseph mocked and sneered before he slapped Lashley on the back of his neck. "Douche," he whispered and burst out laughing. Lashley had no other choice but to join in the playful guffaw with his brother as he rubbed fur on the back of his neck, which stung like a bee. "Jeez," he muttered, still massaging his neck after the laughter died down. "That hurt... dick." The older son pointed at his groin; the large bulge clearly defined through the tight fabric of his jeans. Without warning, the image of Joseph mounting his virgin tail hole surfaced in Lashley's head and he felt his own cock stir in his underwear. He tried to adjust himself, but the seatbelt had locked again. He couldn't believe that he just became aroused at a brief glance at his brother's crotch. "What's the matter?" Joseph joked and punched Lashley's shoulder lightly with a chuckle. "Too much to handle?" Lashley avoided making contact with Joseph's brown eyes and shook his head. "In your dreams Joey," he called Joseph by his nickname. "In yourâ€"" he gave a loud gasp when his brother unexpectedly groped his growing hard on through his pants and just as sudden, released it from its denim confines leaving him exposed. Lashley's muzzle went agape and remained open as Joseph looked innocently at his mother who turned around to see what was going on in the back of the car. "Everything OK, Lash?" Joseph asked as a smirk grew on his muzzle as their mother studied her two sons and then returned her attention to the conversation she was having with her husband. Once she wasn't looking, Joseph glared at Lashley with the same scowl that belonged to his father. "What the Hell?!" he hissed out of the corner of his muzzle at Lashley and balled his fist, poised and ready to beat the living daylight out of the kangaroo. Trembling Lashley curled up to the door and stared back at his brother. He was about to answer when the car slowed to a stop and his father glanced back at Joseph. "We're here sons," Craig said. When he saw Lashley he growled. "Son, this isn't our car, so why are your feet on the seat? I thought you could be respectful of things that aren't yours. Get out of the car." Lashley was more than willing to. He wrenched the door open and closed it just as Joseph climbed out of his side. The look on his face told Lashley that their conversation had only just begun, but it would be over soon enough. He rubbed his forearm with his paw as he followed his mother and father into the restaurant. There were tikis and lighted bamboo sticks all around the place. The servers wore colorful skirts and wooden jewelry, while most of the waiters didn't wear tops at all to showed off their impressively cut bodies. Their waiter, a short porcupine who had grey fur and short spines on his back, wore an equally brown tank top led them to a round table inside a booth. Lashley sat on the outside of the curved crimson colored plush seats. "Welcome to Archie's Hawaiian Getaway," the porcupine said, handing out menus to everyone. "I'm Floyd, and I'll be your waiter tonight..." Lashley glanced down at the menu and scanned his options while the porcupine continued his greetings. There wasn't much at appealed to his taste, but he ordered a Coke when Floyd asked them what they wanted to drink. He wrote down the order in a small notebook, stuck it in his back pocket and told them that he would be back in a couple of minutes. Five minutes later Floyd returned with a tray on the palm of his paw, four hollow coconuts sat on top. He handed the drinks to their respective patrons and retrieved the small notebook from his back pocket and flipped his pen into a steady paw, ready to start writing at the first word. After the family had ordered the first course and received it, they struck up a conversation of what they would be doing the next day. Joseph jokingly suggested that they go to a midnight club at the end of the day. Mrs. Parker, of course, gasped and scolded him for suggesting such a notion. Since it was an all-you-can-eat, they ordered some more food, and it wasn't long till Lashley felt the urge to use the restroom. He excused himself as he slid off of his seat, wiping his chops with his clean white napkin and got up. He followed the signs that pointed to the bathroom and came to a long hallway. At the end of the hallway was a door with a circular sign that had a silhouette of a black male fox standing in the center. He pushed the swinging door open and walked into the cooler room. There were several stalls, one of which he could tell was in use, and urinals. The floor tile was checkered tan and white colors, and the walls had a ocean mosaic painted across it. He stepped up to a urinal just as the loud whooshing sound of a toilet being flushed echoed off the walls. He thought nothing of it as he unzipped his fly and let his cock rest on his paws and began urinating. He sighed as he watched the yellow piss spray the porcelain and run down past the blue air freshener cube finally seeping through the drain. That's when he felt the presence of someone close behind him, their breath on his shoulder, paws at his hips. He twisted his head around, his ears swiveling behind as he saw the familiar stranger behind him. It was Linkin, the Doberman lifeguard from the beach. He had changed his attire since then and now wore a horizontally blue striped button up shirt, jeans, and a white undershirt but there was no mistaking the muscular Adonis. The Doberman grinned as he whispered, "Boo," in Lashley's ear. A loud gasp escaped Lashley's muzzle as Linkin let his head drop on Lashley's right shoulder and placed his paws on his waist, where they didn't stay long. They crept down to his furry crotch and held the growing erection of the kangaroos. They held it steady as Lashley continued to shoot his piss. Linkin felt it pulse in his paw and he grinned wider. Lashley's heart quickened as Linkin touched his cock. No one had ever touched him like this before, and it frightened him as much as it excited him. He thumped his tail against the Doberman's leg as he shivered with delight as he felt the warm pads of Linkin's paws stroke his member. "Ooohhh..." he let out an ecstatic moan "I had a feeling earlier that someone would like this. Am I right?" he murred irresistibly in Lashley's ear. The kangaroo let out another gasp as Linkin squeezed it slightly, causing it to throb harder. He continued to aim for Lashley until he finished then he pulled him back into the stall behind them. "Now let's see if he likes this..." He reached up with his paw; holding Lashley's chin and turned his head till their muzzles touched. Linkin's calmed breathing on his muzzle relaxed Lashley's nerves and he churred quietly. Linkin's bumpy wet tongue licked the side of Lashley's chops, causing him to shiver in his strong arms. He turned around so his chest rubbed against the Doberman's strong body. Linkin looked down at Lashley, their eyes transfixed, as the Doberman brought his narrow muzzle to Lashley's, their lips connecting. Lashley's heart suddenly went from a steady fifty miles per hour to a racing ten thousand miles per hour as he shared his very first kiss. He tilted his muzzle to the side as they deepened the kiss and closed his eyes. The feeling of another male's strong arms holding him close, his lips against his, made Lashley moan loudly with pleasure. He felt the Doberman take a step closer and open his muzzle slightly to allow his tongue to escape from his maw. It pressed against Lashley's lips, knocking for entrance. Lashley's heart sped up as he opened his muzzle to let the intruder slip inside him. Once inside, Linkin's tongue began to explore every nook and cranny inside Lashley's maw, dancing across his own tongue and lick his teeth. Lashley groaned softly as he knotted his paws in Linkin's short jet black fur and curled his tongue around Linkin's. The moment felt just too right to be wrong. He churred as he tasted the Doberman's savory saliva on his sensitive tongue, and swallowed it. He produced his own saliva and let Linkin lap it up happily. He heard Linkin rumble as they shared each other's breath. The Doberman moved his paws down Lashley's back and groped his ass. Lashley gasped, breaking the kiss momentarily before one of Linkin's paws shot up and cupped the small of his neck and pushed him into a deeper kiss, murring loudly. Lashley let his paws that were still intertwined in Linkin's fur rub down past his shoulders, and down to his hips. He let his primal marsupial side take over his domesticated side, and lost all sense of logic. Next thing he knew, he was lifting Linkin's undershirt up as the Doberman unbuttoned the remainder of his shirt and shimmed out of the sleeves. They broke the kiss once more as Lashley tugged the t-shirt off and let it fall to the ground, and a split second later, they were lip-locked again. He rubbed his paws across the Doberman's strong body over his well cut abs and pectorals. He no longer fantasized about Joseph's body; he wanted Linkin's for his own. He pinched one of Linkin's nipples, which was surrounded by his rustic colored fur that stretched out to his armpit. He heard the Doberman lustful growls rumble through his throat and vibrate into his muzzle. The paw that rested on his ass came forward, around his side and pulled down Lashley's briefs and pants, which slipped down to his ankles. Lashley stepped out of his pants and kicked away. There they were, two males in heat, the canine deep inside the bathroom stall, wearing nothing but his pants, and Lashley in front of him, his back to the stall's door, his own pants piled up against the opposite wall. Their paws danced across each other's body, exploring and tracing the lines of each other's muscles over and over again. Linkin suddenly broke the kiss and rubbed his temples and moaned. Lashley stared at him, nuzzling the Doberman's wet nose with his own. When the Doberman didn't return the friendly gesture Lashley tilted his head to the side. "Are you okay?" he asked, whispering softly. He nodded, but didn't answer. Finally he reached down and grabbed his shirt, Lashley stood there confused even more as he pulled it back over his head. "What's the matter?" he asked, placing a paw on Linkin's chest. "Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head again. "No. This place just isn't the place to do this... someone could walk in anytime. Grab your pants and we'll go somewhere elsâ€"" Lashley didn't care. His cock had been completely hard ever since they started kissing and he wasn't willing to ignore it. He pushed Linkin onto the toilet lid and sat on his lap, so that his naked cock pressed up against his chest. Linkin looked down and saw Lashley's cock pressing against his shirt, a small bead of clear pre crept out of the slit stained the white fabric. His own hard on was ramming up against Lashley's ass, the stiff member strained against his denim jeans. Lashley felt something poking him and he scrambled back off Linkin lap. The tent in the Doberman's pants was huge, the cock head outlined perfectly as it fought for escape. He clambered down on one knee and knelt in front of Linkin, who sat up and gazed down back at the kangaroo, whose eyes pled for something so forbidden, so illicit that they both could face series of punishments. Eventually, Lashley whispered, "M-may I... may I touch your cock, Linkin?" He had never touched someone else's cock in real life, let alone see one other than online. And just thinking of doing so made his heart beat fast with excitement. Linkin nodded slowly, swallowing. He was almost just as scared as Lashley was but he was just as eager to feel his touch. The kangaroo reached up and gently stroked Linkin's shaft through the fabric. Linkin gasped and went rigid at the tender touch to the underside of his cock. "Oooh... Lash..." he squirmed a little, gripping the edge of the toilet seat. "Ooooh... god that feels good." The kangaroo grinned as he continued to tease the Doberman over the top. His quick paw fingers unclipped Linkin's belt, pulled the pant's zipper down and slipped the massive cock through his briefs so that it popped out of the center of his crotch, revealing the Doberman's long and pointed light-red cock. The size of the Doberman was amazing, Lashley couldn't help but quietly worship the shaft and touch the side of it, causing Linkin to gasp again and close his eyes tightly. Lashley smiled wide; the Doberman's cock was his, and his only. He wrapped his paw around it, the feeling of Lashley's pads, which were soft and so smooth they felt almost frictionless, made Linkin whimper and pant in delight. "Oooh, that feels really good Lash..." he whimpered, which made Lashley grin wide. The Doberman's legs were spread out as he sat on the toilet. His cock leaked pre incessantly from the tip of his shaft. Lashley nervously reached up and touched the slit, making Linkin twitch as he rubbed the pre all over the cock, slicking it as well as his pads. When the musky juice had been spread around well enough, Lashley brought his paw to his muzzle and licked it clean. He let the fluid linger inside his maw, swirling it around with his tongue. It was a little salty, yet it had a strong tang to it he couldn't find the words to describe it; he only knew he wanted more. Linkin watched in anticipation as Lashley leaned closer to him, his paws still stroking his shaft. He brought his face closer to his cock, the warm breath exhaled from his muzzle made Linkin shiver. Without warning, Lashley's tongue flickered out and tenderly licked Linkin's cock, which made him jump. Linkin's fleshy cock was warm and felt wonderful against the kangaroo's tongue. His musk was very potent, rising from his two furry orbs that dangled below his hard cock. The scent flooded Lashley's senses and made his head spin. He reached up and cupped Linkin's balls in his paw, which hung proudly from his body and were simply huge. Linkin groaned and let his head drop back, his tongue lolled out to the side of his muzzle. Lashley smiled and kissed the head of Linkin's cock. He shivered again as his leg began to bounce up and down as Lashley's paw fingers danced across his balls, teasing the Doberman once more. Finally he took the base of Linkin's cock in his paw, angling it so he could slip his warm muzzle over the length. Linkin let out a loud "Oooooooh..." as he flexed, so that his short black fur shone under the overhead lights. Lashley churred as he licked the tip of Linkin's cock head in the back of his muzzle and began to suck softly. The shaft seemed larger now inside his muzzle and Lashley sucked it the best he could. He was pleased with himself when he found his nose brushing against the Doberman's crotch without gagging. He moved his tongue the best he could up and down the shaft, exploring every inch and vein of Linkin's cock. Linkin bucked up, driving his cock even deeper into Lashley's throat as his tongue continued to please him, tracing his shaft with great detail. His paws now rested on Lashley's broad shoulders and gripped him tightly. Lashley loved the feel of the veined smooth cock rubbing against his tongue, the outer flesh enclosed a hard solid core, which pulsed in sync with Linkin's heartbeat and grew larger and harder at the base until the entire length stuffed his muzzle so thick he could barely move his tongue. When he could no longer lick the member clean, Lashley began to bob his muzzle up and down on Linkin's cock, one paw wrapped around the swelling base. Every time Lashley took a breath, his head spun with the musk of Linkin's body. The sound of Linkin whimpering and panting, his shaking legs, and his paw on the back of his head trapped Lashley in a world made only of his marvelous Linkin and made him want the Doberman even more and he increased the tempo. "Oh god, Lash," he heard the Doberman whimper loudly. "Oooh this feels... ooh god... I've never knew this could feel soooOOOHH!â€"" Suddenly his rising voice was cut off by a loud howl of pleasure as he thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock deep inside Lashley's throat. He gagged when a sudden rush of sweet and salty liquid shot from Linkin's cock, catching Lashley by surprise, and filled his muzzle. There was a second wave as Linkin pulled bucked backwards, his cock slid out of Lashley's muzzle, and caught him in the face. Lashley closed his eyes and raised his paws in reflex as Linkin spasmed on the toilet. He stopped using his paw fingers as a shield and instead reached up to grip the swollen knot of the Doberman's and milked long ropes of the white jizz from his cock onto his tongue, not even thinking to keep count. His muzzle was full of cum, and some dribbled from his open maw onto his chest. He rubbed his chin with the back of his paw and grinned. "Shit dog," Lashley muttered, licking the remains of the doggy seed from off his chops, as some stuck to his fur on the top of his head. "That was amazing... I didn't know anyone could cum like that..." Linkin's climax died down and he leaned forward, his paw petting the back of Lashley's head. His cock continued to throb in Lashley's paw, which was covered with his seed. He grinned. "I didn't either... especially not myself." He licked the top of Lashley's head where the stuck seed mixed with his brown fur. He rolled his own thick seed around on his tongue then swallowed. "Damn... I don't taste too bad." Lashley stood up, his cock pumped pre out all over the ground, the toilet, and on Linkin crotch. The Doberman reached forward and wrapped his paw around Lashley's cock head and squeezed it softly. Lashley let out a loud moan as he twitched and leaned up against the wall, his paw holding onto the handicapped railing to hold himself up, as his legs threatened to fail beneath him. "I guess I should return the favor," Lashley heard Linkin say before he felt a warm ring close itself around his shaft. Lashley let out a priceless moan as he pushed his cock into the back of Linkin's muzzle, the cock head pressed up against the roof of his maw. Linkin murred as he began to bob up and down Lashley's cock, one paw wrapped around the base of the shaft and the other cupped the kangaroo's rump. Lashley was lost in a world of pure ecstasy. The feel of the warm and wet muzzle and the rough tongue gliding across the underside of his cock, was a billion times better than pawing off. His paws gripped the railing beside him tightly as Linkin began to suck him like a vacuum, the warm wet ring moved up and down with a powerful suction that made him convulse. He watched in fascination his cock appeared and then disappeared inside of Linkin's muzzle. Linkin's muzzle moved up and down Lashley's shaft, while Lashley humped into Linkin's muzzle, each thrust a more desperate then the one before. His tan paw twisted the metal bar tighter, and Linkin could tell that Lashley was getting closer to his climax. He bobbed harder, coaxing the kangaroo closer and closer to the edge. Linkin reached up and squeezed Lashley's balls as his other paw squeezed down on the base of Lashley's cock. Lashley's eyes bulged out of their sockets as he muffled his yelp with his spunk-stained paw as he came. He glanced down, as his cock pulsed with the most climatic pleasure he had ever felt as he shot his pent up load directly into Linkin's muzzle. Lashley's yelp echoed off the walls as he grabbed the back of Linkin's head, and pushed in as deep as he could as he dick pulsed, his entire body tensed up as he began to cum. Linkin's clipped ears pressed against his head as he felt the warm cum flood his muzzle, and he swallowed quickly. Lashley's paws held him close, his muzzle buried in the kangaroo's crotch fur as he unloaded into his muzzle. Linkin didn't know how many loads Lashley shot before he finally released his grip and pulled back, his cock coming out of Linkin's muzzle with a loud slurping sound. Linkin gasped, cum stuck from the roof of his maw to his tongue and oozed out of the sides of his muzzle. Lashley shook once more as he reached out with both paws and bucked forward, shooting another two heavy loads across the stall and into Linkin's face. He watched in sheer amazement as Linkin squinted away as the two blasts of cum hit his face. He felt a paw wrap around his shaft and start to jerk him off, empting him completely of his juices. Lashley pushed forward, still shaking as he rubbed his cock against Linkin's slim muzzle painting him with his cum. By the time he was milked of his contents, Linkin's face was covered in the sticky goo, and some trailed down his shirt. Both were a pearly mess and by the sound of their breathing alone it was obvious they wouldn't have it any other way. Linkin cleaned himself off the best he could, licking each and every paw finger individually and grinned at Lashley, who continued to stand there panting hard. Linkin leaned forward and cleaned Lashley's cock, the pink flesh bobbed in the air, still hard and pulsing. Lashley twitched every time Linkin's tongue gently licked his dick, and he exhaled a long held sigh. "God, Link..." he panted as Linkin stood up. "I didn't know anything felt that good andâ€"" Linkin silenced Lashley as he reached up and cupped both sides of Lashley's muzzle and pulled him into a fiery hot passionate kiss, connecting their lips once more. This time, Lashley opened his muzzle and slipped his tongue into Linkin's maw. The Doberman murred and wrapped his tongue around Lashley's and pulled it deeper into his throat. Lashley noticed that there was a different tang on Linkin's tongueâ€"salty. Then he realized that it was the lingering taste of his own seed. The kiss went on for several minutes, just the two of them relaxing in the after glow inside the sex-scented bathroom. It seemed to go on forever and Lashley didn't want it to stop. Just then the sound of a song by an oldies rock band filled the air. They both jumped, scared out of their wits. Lashley recognized the tune as the ringtone on his phone and he clambered to his feet, stumbling out of the stall. The kangaroo snatched his phone from the front right pocket and saw that his father was calling. He groaned, his shoulders slumping as he took the call. "Uh, hey dad," he scratched his head anxiously. Even though he was still in the stall, Linkin could hear the sound of the furious kangaroo on the other end. "Where the HELL are YOU?!" Mr. Parker shouted through the phone line. "You excused yourself from the table almost an hour ago. Your mother and brother and I are waiting inside the car. You have one minute to be out here or you're walking to the hotel tonight." There was a slight pause then the phone beeped. Lashley cringed and yanked his briefs and pants on, muttering to himself. Linkin stepped out of the stall and leaned against it, folding his arms. They stared at each other, unsure of what to say next. Lashley buttoned his pants and swallowed. "What're you doing tomorrow?" Linkin asked. Lashley shook his head. "I dunno... I just gotta go right now..." Linkin nodded, looking at Lashley eyes, and saw how scared and desperate he was. He grabbed Lashley's head and gave him a fierce kiss directly on the muzzle. "I'll see you tomorrow then," he winked with a grin. "Now you better get going," and before Lashley could leave, Linkin reached out and swatted Lashley's ass. The kangaroo jumped into the air with a surprised yelp and landed five feet away. He blushed and raced out of the restroom. Linkin smiled to himself and pulled his jeans on and glimpsed at his reflection in the mirror. He shook his head with a chuckle as he saw his cum-covered fur and clothes. He didn't care. He had finally found someone he wanted to be with.