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Snowed In

No one was going outside today. A winter storm had buried Brandonville this week. The local news station estimated it would last about a day longer. Mike's mind wandered from the T.V., the somber view out his window reminded him of how alone he was. The 21 year old german shepherd laid with his back to the fireplace to keep warm.

He wrapped a blanket around his front and thought about his past. Moving into his own place was the last thing he wanted, the shepherd longed for company. His father had kicked him out when he was 16, thinking he was doing drugs. His friends pressured him but he never used any. It didn't matter though because his father was convinced he was a bad apple.

It could be worse though, Mike had a decent job at a car dealership. He made commission so he had gotten to be quite the smooth talker. Making ends meet was a problem when he first moved out but he did okay for himself now. Mike had even started saving, hoping to move eventually and get a better job. The cell phone in his pocket buzzed.

The small screen reflected the fire behind him, he sat up and turned to get rid of the glare. There was a message from his mom, she had been trying to talk sense into his father for years.

"Good news Mike!" he read it in her voice, "your father finally came around! He wants us to sit down and have dinner once this storm has passed."

Mike replied to the message, he was unsure how he felt. He had settled into this life without his parents and now they wanted him back. The dog shrugged, letting any thoughts about it free from his mind as there was a knock on the door. Who is out in this weather? He thought. The average sized shepherd stood and walked to the front door of his small one bedroom home. The knock came again, harder. The peephole was covered in snow.

The chain deadbolt was locked and Mike opened the door as far as it would go. He looked through the opening as a gust of wind blew some snow into the home. Mike shivered, he was only wearing a white shirt and some jeans. An older german shepherd stood on his doorstep, covered in snow.

"Sorry to disturb you. I'm with the Brandonville Police Department, Officer Winters, the snow got too thick and my patrol vehicle is stuck. Do you mind if I take shelter in your home?" Mike felt sorry for the dog, his exposed fur had white tips from the snow. What the hell Mike thought, he could use the company. Plus the police dog had gorgeous green eyes.

"Hold on let me unlatch the door." Mike said, closing the door to unhook the chain deadbolt. He opened the door again and stepped aside, the officer stepped through. Mike looked out into the blizzard and could barely see an SUV with police markings and lights. He shut the door and turned to the officer. The large dog had brought two duffel bags with him.

"Sorry I can't leave some things in the car, the rest is just emergency and safety equipment," The dog said as he shook the snow off of himself.

"Ok, you can sit by the fire if you're cold, let me get some coffee going, make yourself at home." Mike said

"Thank you, I appreciate it, it's a disaster out there." Officer Winters said.

"I bet," Mike kept an eye on the officer after setting up the coffee. The well-built shepherd was shedding his winter gear and placing it neatly in a pile by the door. His boots knocked heavily on the cheap wood floor, Mike could feel his footsteps from the kitchen. There was a crackling sound and Mike's ears perked up as he brought a cup of coffee into the room.

"Unit 26 come in, over." A voice spoke loudly through the officers shoulder radio. The shepherd grumbled something and grabbed his radio.

"Dispatch this is 26 go ahead, over."

"26 Did you make it to Third Street, over."

"Dispatch negative, got snowed in around J and 7th, over"

"26 the plow's aren't going to start running until tomorrow, advise finding shelter and waiting out the storm, over."

"Dispatch received, thanks, 26 out."

"Fuck." was all Officer Winters said as he hooked his radio back over his shoulder, looking at Mike a little disheartened.

"At least the powers on." Mike shrugged, trying to be cheerful and handing the coffee to his guest.

"I can't thank you enough, I know some people wouldn't let a cop into their home." Officer Winters accepted the coffee and sat on the couch by the fire, still wearing his utility belt and Kevlar vest over his clothes.

"If you want to take some of that stuff off I can wash it," Mike said, noticing the Officers uniform was dirty and wet despite being under his other coat and protective gear. Officer Winters looked up and gave him a concerned look.

"You're awfully helpful, are you hiding something?" Mike folded his arms and looked away, clearly upset.

"Why do I have to be hiding something to do the right thing?" Fuck me, why does everyone think I'm up to no good Mike thought, remembering the way his father used to treat him.

"Sorry, I deal with a lot of furs, some less pleasant than others. I would appreciate that." Officer Winters stood and put his strong paw on Mike's shoulder.

"It's okay." Mike said, "I just don't know why furs don't trust me. Are you going to give me your clothes or what?" his tone got a little more demanding. Officer Winters didn't question the younger shepherd. He started removing his Kevlar vest and uniform as Mike went to get some extra clothes. He returned to catch the Officer removing his shirt.

"Here," Mike tossed a shirt and some sweatpants to the half-naked officer. He couldn't help but watch as the shepherd slipped into the shirt, it was tight on him. Mike licked his lips as his 4 pack disappeared under the shirt.

"Sorry, you're a bit bigger and that's all I have."

"Its fine, it's better than being stuck out there, that's for sure." Mike gathered up the officers clothes and took them to the laundry area, he noticed the name tag on the uniform. Officer Brad Winters. Mike held up the uniform and inhaled discretely so that Brad wouldn't hear him. Mike closed his eyes briefly and exhaled, he stuffed the uniform and coat into the washer and let it go. Mike loved the dog's alpha scent.

When Mike returned Brad was on the couch, his utility belt and boots on the floor in front of him. Mike sat next to the officer on the couch and tucked his legs under him.

"So how's being a cop?" Mike asked.

"It has its ups and downs, today's been pretty down."

"Want to trade? I work at a car dealership." Mike smiled as he asked. Brad chuckled and scratched the beard-like fur patch under his chin.

"Well you got me there I think I'll keep my job, don't think I could support a family selling cars."

"Oh you're married?" Mike asked, hiding his disappointment. Brad sighed before responding.

"Yup, best and work mistake of my life, probably should have waited."

"Waited for what? The right girl?" Mike asked. Brad smiled as he opened up to this complete stranger.

"Well that too, but I should have waited till I was older."

"How old are you?" Mike was practically interrogating Brad.

"You ask more questions than some of the detectives you know... I'm about 35 I think now." Mike looked surprised, the shepherd looked great for 35.

They kept chatting for a while, getting to know each other until they had both opened up in front of the firelight. Brad even shared details about his wife and how frustrating their lack of sex was. It turns out his wife couldn't handle him, Brad could keep going after finishing and needed to cum multiple times. Mike bit his lip as they continued talking, trying not to take advantage of the situation. They finished laughing after a joke and Mike asked if Brad would like more coffee. The older shepherd nodded and Mike stood from the couch. He tripped on Brad's large boots and fell. A strong arm shot out to catch him, Brad's quick reflexes saved him from a date with the floor.

The younger shepherd blushed as he was held by Brad and their eyes met. The older shepherd was captivated by Mike's soft blue eyes. He noticed the younger shepherds blush and it took him back to his college days. Brad started getting urges he hadn't felt in years at the sight of the younger shepherd blushing in his arm.

Mike took the opportunity to pull Brads muzzle down and kiss it, gently at first but more forceful as he gained confidence. Brad didn't pull away but he was frozen, Mike pressed his tongue against the older shepherds lips and squeezed his eyes shut tight, hoping for acceptance. Brad eventually moaned into the kiss and parted his lips, giving in to the younger dog.

The older shepherds arm was beginning to shake from holding Mike for too long, he hoisted him up and mike stood there in front of him, looking down at him.

"I shouldn't have-" Brad started before he was interrupted. Mike sat in Brad's lap, straddling him, before he spoke.

"Shhh, I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." Mike said as he ran his paws along Brad's muscular arms. The older shepherd was speechless, fighting internally over what to do. His conscience was telling him to stay loyal to his wife but his animal urges got the better of him. Mike knew it too, he could feel a bulge growing underneath his rump. The sweatpants did nothing to hide it.

Mike grabbed Brad's strong arms and held them behind his head. He kissed the older shepherd again passionately and Brad kissed back, they made out by the fire until Brad needed more. He easily broke the younger shepherds grip on his arms and wrapped around him. Mike ran his paws down the muscular dog's arms, through his bushy armpit fur and down his toned sides. They both wanted each other and it was clear in their eyes.

"I'll be your wife tonight," Mike said softly, referring to their conversation earlier, "you can fuck me any way you want."

Brad was seduced by the younger attractive shepherd, he picked up Mike and helped him off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. Mike didn't waste any time pulling down Brad's sweatpants to reveal his prize, luckily he had thrown Brad's underwear in the wash earlier. Brad's 8 inches sprung free from its prison and pointed right at Mike's muzzle.

The older dog spread his legs to let the younger dog in. Mike lunged forward, thirsty to be Brad's bitch for the night. He swallowed his shaft down to his knot before gagging, he came up a little to breathe and sank himself back down. The older shepherd groaned as his cock disappeared down Mike's throat. Mike slowly twisted his muzzle as he bobbed eagerly. His saliva was dribbling down the dog's cock, coating his sheath and balls in saliva.

Mike slurped and swallowed every bit of pre Brad would give him. The thick shaft was throbbing in his muzzle, he could feel the large vein down the side each time it pulsed against his cheek. Mike looked up at Brad, the older shepherd was still wearing his shirt and it outlined his pecs. Brad grunted and bucked his hips for the first time, unable to control himself as he began flooding dog seed into Mike's throat. Mike wasn't able to keep the torrent down, some seed spilled out and down Brad's still throbbing shaft.

The mess got worse as Mike tried to clean it, he swallowed what he could and began licking around Brad's tool to clean the shepherd's fur. Brad stayed silent the whole time, he felt suddenly guilty as the lust left his body. Mike had pulled his muzzle off and was just stroking his new toy slowly. Brad looked down at the shepherd, ashamed of himself. It began to fade though as he looked into those soft blue eyes. Mike smiled softly and his tail was wagging behind him, Brad couldn't resist him.

He knew Mike hadn't forgotten their talk earlier, he knew the horny younger dog wanted more. He grinned as he threw his conscience aside, they both wrestled to the floor in front of the fireplace and practically tore each other's clothes off. Brad ended up on top, holding Mike down, the young shepherd was panting softly after their wrestling session. Brad forced his tongue into Mike's muzzle, kissing him roughly and making the young shepherd shiver. While they kissed Mike ran his paws over Brad's muscular body, he ruffled his paw through the older dogs thick chest fur.

Brad got off the younger dog and flipped him over, Mike laid on his stomach and looked back, watching as Brad spread his cheeks and started rimming him. He could feel the warm tongue licking all around his hole, getting him ready. He felt a finger probe him and then force its way in. Mike wasn't a virgin but it had been a while, Brad kept licking around his hole and inserting his finger deeper, he got up to two fingers and then he hit Mike's prostate.

Cute whimpers filled the room as Brad teased Mike's hole. Once he thought Mike was loose enough Brad pulled his body back to him. He pressed his still slick member against Mike's hole and slowly pushed into him. Inch by inch Mike moaned like a good bitch, taking the older shepherd up to his knot. Brad's paws held Mike to the floor as he started picking up his pace. The longer he went the more Mike's body begged for it.

Brad held himself short of knotting the younger shepherd as they mated, his conscience briefly returning to him as he buried himself in this stranger. Mike could tell he was scared to knot him and forced his hips back into the older shepherds, forcing the knot in. Brad growled angrily as Mike took control of him, he leaned over his back and bit his shoulder dominantly.

Mike's body mostly went limp as he submitted under the bite, he was in heaven as the large knotted member ground against his insides. Brad kept his bite as he felt the pressure building, he kept grinding his hips against the younger shepherd even when he was cumming. Mike's orgasms were a blur, he couldn't think anymore, he was on the verge of his second or third. His member throbbed between his tummy and the floor as he painted the ground again and again.

Brad slowed down and released his grip on Mike, the younger shepherd's hole was still milking him. He laid gently on his new mate, being careful not to hurt him. His cum steadily leaked into Mike for the next few minutes or so. While they waited for his knot to deflate they enjoyed the warmth of the fire and each other's company. When Brad could finally pull out he groaned, the cool air washing over his slick member.

"We should probably shower..." Brad said, Mike rolled over, exhausted. The younger shepherd was still recovering from their breeding. Brad laid down on him again and held him while they kissed. Mike's body was shaking slightly and he was too exhausted to kiss Brad back. Brad smiled, realizing how weak Mike was, he picked him up and carried him to the shower.

The warm water helped Mike get his strength back. He was able to stand on his own while leaning against the wall. Brad helped the younger shepherd shower and dry off, being extra careful with him. They went to Mike's room where the younger dog pointed at a drawer, Brad opened it and pulled out a pair of matching underwear. He smiled and put on some green underwear before helping Mike put on a red pair.

They laid in bed together, cuddled up tight for warmth. It was dark but Brad could tell Mike was blushing, he kept rubbing the younger shepherds back to comfort him.

"My wife can't find out about this." Brad whispered. Their bodies pressed against each other as the younger shepherd replied.

"She doesn't have to, your secret's safe with me Officer Winters."