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Caleb folded his ears lightly, rubbing over his chest as he looked out the window of the train. The young canine had just started college, and he found himself in a new city without knowing anyone. It was a good chance for the dalmation, though. He would be able to learn new things about himself without the pressure to be anyone. No one telling him what he was doing, or why he should do whatever... The thought was nice. It was a chance to reinvent himself.

He glanced up as the door opened, meeting the eyes of a bull terrier for a moment. He quickly looked down, never having been a big dog, and he couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of the bigger canine's pants. It was... Well, to call it big would have been an understatement. His eyes lingered for a moment, and then he turned his head away. After all, it wasn't like he was gay or anything. Just surprised by the--

"You like that, huh?"

He turned to the voice, his ears folding as his cheeks reddened. The terrier was sitting across from him, legs slightly open. He looked down again, never having been the big dog, frankly, and paused again. His ears flicked slightly, and he looked away.

"Yeah, you did," the terrier said, smirking. A few people near the two of them shifted slightly. Two discretely moved, knowing it was a canine thing.

Two stops went by, and people slowly filtered out of the car. Eventually, Caleb's stop came, and he stood, only for the big terrier to stand as well. He nodded slightly, and the dal blushed, turning and walking toward the door and stepping out of it quickly. The terrier was behind him in a few steps, his paw closing on the dal's shoulder and turning him.

"Say it," he ordered.

"What?"

"Say it. Say you like it."

The dal's ears folded slightly. He didn't want to say anything.

The big terrier smiled, reaching down and undoing the button on his pants. The terminal wasn't crowded, but it also wasn't empty, either. He let his pants hang slightly, then nodded down. "Look at it," he said.

The dal looked down, swallowing. A jock, the fabric strained around two massive nuts and a thick, heavy sheath, pushed out from the terrier's groin. He tucked his tail slightly, licking his lips for a moment self consciously. The terrier smirked a little.

"Oh? Hungry?" he asked.

The dal opened his muzzle to explain, to tell him that he was just... well... intimidated. But then, there was a paw on his shoulder, pushing him down to his knees. "You look good there," he said, stepping in and shoving his bulge against the dal's face.

Caleb's ear's pinned back as he was stuffed into that jock, then under it. His ears burned red, and he closed his eyes tightly. He heard a few people stop, and then, a dots appeared in front of his eyes. He saw another flash and realized that people were taking pictures of him. There was a quiet grunt, and then, the bull terrier's paw slipped down to rub his ears and head softly. A second later, it slid to the side of his jock, then pulled it to the side.

He felt like he'd been punched in the nose as two big, fat nuts suddenly dropped down over his nose, hanging over each side as the musk practically made him dizzy. He shivered slightly, then blushed as he felt himself stiffen in his pants.

More camera's clicked around him, and a few seconds later, the fat sac started to move, being dragged back and forth over his muzzle for a moment. He panted weakly, huffing the musk and closing his eyes tightly, trying to tune it out without success.

A few seconds later, he heard the terrier chuckle. "I smell you," he said. "Not like you smell me, but enough. Unzip your pants," he said.

Caleb hesitated, his ears still flat. A moment later, the paw fell to his head and pressed him hard into that heavy sac. "Do it."

He shivered as his paws fell to his pants, struggling with them. The zipper slid open, and his tented boxers became utterly obvious. "Stroke yourself," the terrier ordered.

He reached down, squeezing his cock through his boxers and starting to work and stroke himself through them, the balls dragging over his face again and again. He panted and started to get a little more desperate, working himself harder and faster. After a minute or so, the terrier laughed and pulled his away from his nuts. Caleb looked up, confused, flushing when he saw the long, thick dick that dripped down onto his face suddenly.

He flinched, and the bigger dog reached down, pulling him up and turning him around. He pressed his cock against the dal's back, precum starting to ooze into it and against his fur. A paw slid around Caleb's side, pulling his boxers down and exposing his cock. More clicks from the cameras. A paw wrapping around it, squeezing, working him. "Say it," the terrier said.

"I... I like it," the dal stammered.

"That's right," the terrier continued. "You like this. You like being put on your knees and huffing my nuts. You like my precum on your fur. Hell, you probably wouldn't mind if I pissed on you."

The canine stiffened, his knot forming quickly.

"That's right... You're a dirty boy, aren't you?"

Caleb nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm a dirty boy..." he stammered.

"And what do you like?"

"B-big nuts on my face," he stammered. "Pre in my fur. Your cock on my back..." He flushed suddenly, and the terrier laughed.

"You're a faggot," the dog said, slipping his paw down and squeezing the knot lightly.

"Yes..." Caleb murmured.

"Say it..." he ordered, nipping the dal's ears.

"Nnn... I'm... I'm a faggUU-UUT!" He jerked suddenly, his eyes rolling back in his head and he shuddered, gasping and shooting his load suddenly, spattering it all over the floor. He went limp, and a few seconds later, he was lowered--back first--into his own load on the terminal. The terrier leaned over him, stroking his cock. The dal's face flushed as more cameras clicked, and then, the terrier blew his load onto his muzzle.

It took longer to end that he expected--seven or eight thick, copious ropes. All of them on his face and neck. His ears flicked as he was painted, and a few seconds later, the terrier was standing, tucking his cock away, and walking off.

His face burned as people suddenly closed in around him, snapping pictures of his cock and face. After a few seconds, he pushed himself up, tucking his dick away as quickly as he could, then staggering away as the cameras continued to click. He staggered up the steps, thankful that his apartment was so close. When he got there and inside, he staggered forward, dropping to the floor and getting his cock back out. He started to jerk himself hard and fast, eventually crying out as he shot all over his chest and stomach. A few seconds later, he collapsed into a small pile, a card falling from his pocket.

It would be the next morning before he found the terrier's number on the card. It was the next evening before he had the guts to call it. That night, he took his first dick.

A chance to reinvent himself.