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I was lingering.

I knew I was lingering and I lingered anyways, utterly unconcerned.

A good portion of my time in high school straight up into my senior year had been spent at the track, on a soccer pitch; anything to keep the coaches off my back while I avoided football like the plague. The gym, as much as I disliked it, was a second home almost as a result. It led to my utter indifference about casual nudity, and honestly, it gave me a bit of a thrill whenever I caught someone checking me out.

That, in part, was why I lingered.

The other part was sitting on a bench one section over from me to my rear.

I had seen the rottweiler several times, exchanged a ‘hello’ or two, but nothing drastic beyond that. My eyes had drawn themselves to his sleek but muscular build, impressed at how he kept himself trim even as a few strands of silver streaked through the short fur on his muzzle. I was never good at judging age, so trying to pin one down, especially for the larger canine, was next to impossible. Best I could do was assume he was decently into middle-age.

I had become transfixed with him the first time I saw him showering, if that wasn’t an obvious enough of a setup. It was less to do with his pleasing form and almost everything to do with the sheath poking out from the thick fur between his legs. Sure I had been with a furry friend or two, but never had I before seen a canine with actual canine parts, and the idea of it... well, I shouldn’t need to mention that it was alluring.

Running through the scant images I had collected in my mind over the previous months, I sort of fell into a trance, even as my hands pulled my sweatpants up my legs. They stopped when the waistband connected with the bottom of my firm butt cheeks, framing them perfectly along with the straps of my jock. I tended to space out when I got worked up like this. My eyes would close, and through my mind’s eye I would appraise myself, taking the feeling of whatever I wore or whatever covered me against my skin and building a picture in my head of what someone else would see.

I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when the invitation I imagined I was giving myself in my personal fantasy would be appreciated and accepted by someone who had glanced at me more than once in the past in reality.

“Thanks for the show,” I felt the canine walk up behind me, two hands softly landing on my hips, their dull claws lightly dragging along my smooth skin. “Is there anything more than just teasing?”

I blushed, not at all bothered at the unexpected touching, even as I felt a unique mass of short fur press lightly between my cheeks, parting them with very slow, deliberate grinds. The canine’s sheath filled the cleft of my ass, making me shiver as I realized what was happening, and what I was about to encourage.

As if it was second nature, I stepped forward only enough to turn myself around to face the rottweiler, blushing even as I sank to my knees before him so I was face-to-crotch with that wonderfully exotic package of his.

“Straight to it then,” He chuckled, running the claws of his right hand through my messy blond hair. “What a good boy.”

I leaned forward, entranced by a fuzzy sheath that hung twitching before me.

Not knowing quite how to feel, I reached out to run my fingers over the fine fur covering the swelling tube and soaking in the heat that radiated from the whole package. My left hand found his taut sack, pulling up, then sagging down with each one of my breaths that washed over it. Pressing my nose into the thick fur at its base, I was surprised to find that, at best, all I could smell was typical dog fur. That’s not to say there wasn’t an odd funk about it; it was coupled with such warmth and arousal and lingering sweat from the gym that I quickly grew to love it, and I happily pressed in tighter.

“Never been with a dog, eh?” The rottweiler chuckled, the fingers in my hair slowly beginning to grip me tightly. “That’s alright. You’ll get familiar.”

He pulled my head back from his crotch, my eyes fluttering open to find the pointed tip of his canine cock sliding free from the opening of his sheath. It took him a moment to realize that the movements he was restricting was keeping me from burying that tip in my mouth, so he let me go a moment later.

It didn’t taste much different from any other cock I had sucked, but the shape of it was so unique to what I had experienced before that I greedily ran my tongue over every available centimetre. My eagerness rewarded me with pulses of precum, and a swiftly expanding length that stretched my jaw wide as he grew more erect. His sack, at first able to bump against my chin, swung further out of reach as my head was pushed back by his length, his size making it difficult to accept all of him in my mouth at once.

Difficult, but not impossible.

I took several long moments to swirl my tongue over the first couple of inches of his cock, savouring the sight of the red shaft and purple veins lacing it before I drove myself forward. Stifling a cough, I took in his thickest inches, my eyes locked onto his sheath as I fought to press my lips to it. I calmly backed off now and then, taking the small breaks to refill my lungs before pressing down further and further, until finally the velvety fur of his sheath kissed my lips.

“Fuck,” The rottweiler groaned, leaning his head back in satisfaction as I got his entire length into my mouth. “I’m gonna have to take you home at this rate...”

I moaned with pride as I began bobbing my head on his length, happily accepting the increasing pressure of his dull claws on my scalp as he gripped my head more firmly. He was letting me go at my own pace, but I had to wonder if he intended to let it remain that way. I swallowed when I could, breathing in through my nose when I had the chance, flicking my tongue over the tapered tip of his cock when he let me withdraw far enough. Those chances were becoming fewer and farther between, though, as his free hand joined the first on my head.

My bobbing became restricted, replaced by the more powerful thrusts of the dog’s grinding hips. Even my chances to breathe were cut in half, leaving me teary eyed and struggling to open my mouth just that slight bit extra to get some air in between his thrusts. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek, my hands tentatively coming to rest on his flexing backside in case I ever thought I could slow him down.

It was my lips, though, that noticed something I had never considered before.

Whereas before they were smeared again and again against the fur of his sheath, now they were simply meeting more wet cock. His shaft wasn’t relenting in my throat, but to think he had more cock to give seemed impossible. That’s when I opened my eyes and saw, through a haze of tears, a bulbous mass slipping free of his wet sheath and throbbing, swelling larger and larger.

Even if I knew what to ask and how to ask it, I couldn’t. The veiny mass at the base of the canine’s cock slapped against my lips almost painfully, obscuring the sleek sheath behind. Grunts and huffs reached my ears even through the wet gagging filling my head, a sure sign that the rottweiler was reaching his peak. He didn’t seem at all bothered by what I was seeing, but I couldn’t do anything to draw attention to it anyways.

When he swapped one hand from my head to squeeze himself just behind that swollen base of his cock, my attention and concern evaporated.

“Fuck...” He growled out, holding my head firmly in place while he tried to step in closer. The bulb pressing against my lips meant nothing as I focused instead on the throbbing pulses of his shaft, eagerly gulping down his cum as he pumped it into me. Thankfully, after only a moment or two, he released his grip on my hair, pulling his hips back just enough that the tip of his cock could drain his remaining load over my tongue, spewing the strong tasting fluid over the already soaked muscle.

I loved this part.

Bobbing my head slowly, I drank down what cum had collected in my mouth, swallowing it eagerly before trying my damnedest to coax more from his cock with my eager tongue. I was in love with the curves and swells and edges of his dog cock, my eyes closing once more as I licked and sucked clean every inch I could manage to reach. When he pulled his hips back far enough, holding my head steady in place, I nearly whimpered out loud; the way he smeared the softening length against my cheek offering me only a slight comfort as I opened my eyes and looked up at his huffing, smiling muzzle.

“Get dressed,” He said, giving my other cheek a firm slap with his wet shaft. “Meet me in the parking lot. I’m not done with you, yet.”

**

Only a token amount of light filtered into the rottweiler’s bedroom from the streetlamps outside. There was enough for me to see the layout, the furniture, the bed, clearly, but not enough where I could make out the details of the pictures hanging on the wall, nor what rested on the dark wood of the nightstand next to the bed itself.

The elevator ride to the upper level of the condominium was full of possessive groping, humping, even a few light bites on my ear as my canine host toyed with me, unable to wait to get into his unit. He instantly directed me to the bedroom, and I instantly began teasing him just as I had done before, only this time, I was fully aware that I was doing it.

I repeated what I did in the locker room as I stepped away from the older rottie, leaving him at the threshold.

Gripping the waistband of my sweatpants, I ever so slowly began pushing them down my hips, exposing first the waistband of my jock, then the pale skin of my ass.

Each step I took towards his bed was slow, methodical. My toned backside flexing with each movement as I reached the edge of the large bed. Such smooth globes of track-built muscle had landed me in more than one unexpected encounter, I’m very proud to say, and now, it was drawing a low growl from the canine still standing at the threshold. With another small push I sent the waist of my pants under my cheeks, leaving it there to help accentuate the goods even as I moved my hands to squeeze each one in turn, pulling them apart only just enough to tease.

I wondered how my need must smell to him.

Looking over my shoulder, I was surprised to see the canine already behind me, reaching out a hand to grip the back of my neck even as his boxer-enclosed cock slipped and jabbed up between my cheeks.

“You’re going to be so fun to wreck.” He said, huffing into my ear just before pushing my upper half down onto the mattress below.

I felt a strange vulnerability then, being bent over a strangers bed with a large hand pinning me down. His free hand groped and squeezed my ass cheeks, giving slight swats to each just so he could watch them jiggle. The canine even began drooling.

A glob of saliva splattered between my bare shoulders, sliding along my skin before rolling down over my neck. I could feel it snake its way along my body, fresh electric tingles shot through me even as the rottweiler’s groping became rougher. Somehow, being pinned down and molested like this was more demeaning than when he had all but ordered me to suck him off in the locker room...

I didn’t hate the idea that my dick had landed me in the arms of an older male, a canine at that. The way it felt just so... natural, to have submitted to him the moment he asked if I would do more than tease him.

I stayed where I was, gently rolling my hips whenever his hand wasn’t gripping my toned flesh, giving him a show and displaying my need as plainly as I could.

When he slipped a finger into my hole, I let out a yelp.

“You’ve got a good mouth, boy,” He chuckled, taking a moment to withdraw his finger only to spit onto my hole and work the digit back into me, joined by his middle finger. “But I can already tell your ass is better.”

I recalled how much his shaft had stretched my mouth, how sore my jaw still was. The idea that he was preparing to fuck me was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. I wasn’t sure if my prior experience with his length was a blessing or if I would have been better off not knowing just how big he was.

Shuddering, he continued to work my hole, using his free hand to take a hold of my chin to pull me into a rearward glance. For a moment, I saw just how far the waistband of his boxers was stretching away from his body, pushed from him by a cock so exotic to me that I had been hooked almost instantly. I could see the red of his knot, the mass making me shiver again at the impossibility of it managing to enter me, but he had assured me during the ride over that it would happen.

He pressed his strange canine lips against mine once more, his tongue giving no quarter as he lavished it over my own, tasting every inch of my mouth better than even I could. More drool escaped the corners of my mouth, forced out uncaringly by the dog’s long muscle, heedless of the stains it was leaving on the bedsheets. Time seemed to slow for me, my only anchors to reality being the tongue assaulting my mouth and the slender digits probing deep into my ass.

Fuck I wanted him to just start fucking me. I wanted to feel that cock spread me open while he smothered me in the velvety heat of his furry body.

I wanted him to snarl and growl over me as he climaxed.

It seemed only seconds had passed before I felt his fingers withdraw, replaced in an instant by the pointed tip of his cock. Easily the head slipped past my ring, but the way it thickened so quickly past that point made his initial grind forward slow to a crawl. I whimpered into his kiss as he lifted me up, pulling my back firmly against his chest while my knees remained on the edge of the bed; a perfect height and angle for my own body weight to assist the dog.

I sank down on his cock, my mouth opening wide in a high pitched gasping whine as I was stretched open on his twitching shaft.

His hips, whether on purpose or just as a reflex, began giving short upward humps, forcing more of his length into me centimetre by centimetre before I could get a proper chance to acclimate to the intrusion. The rottweiler sucked on my tongue, giving me just enough space to breathe and gasp and whine as needed, until I felt it.

I can’t say that he finally bottomed out in me because my ass came abruptly to a halt against his knot.

Already I was wincing at the extra stretch I felt, but all he did was grind against me and squeeze me tightly from behind.

“Shift forward.” He huffed out, letting me go and climbing up onto the bed as I followed suit.

His knot kissed my ring throughout our change in position, his hips unwilling to move away from my ass. I was on all fours now, head hanging low as I struggled to register the pulsing cock that had buried itself in me.

I looked down between my legs, past the straining pouch of my jock, to see those glorious balls of his, jumping and swaying as the dog began moving his hips in proper short thrusts. He was kneeling in between my legs; his knees kicking my own apart to give him better access to begin properly fucking me. I tried using my upper body to push myself back against him, but his arms, his size, made any attempt I made to help useless. He was going at his own pace now, lost in the bliss of his dick slamming into a very tight hole, and I was just meant to take it.

“F-fuck...” I groaned, eyes closing and head arching back as his hands slapped down on my ass and squeezed roughly.

“Oh yeah, baby,” The rottweiler grunted, his eyes closed as he began picking up the pace of his thrusts. “Fuckin’ built for dog cock...”

Even if I could think of something to say, I lacked the breath to say it. He suddenly and savagely increased his pace, the room filling with the plap plap plap of his crotch slamming against my ass. Ripples of flesh radiated along my cheeks with each hard thrust, something even I could feel over my overwhelmed senses. The dog slapped my right cheek hard before slowing his pace, less I imagined in a courtesy to let me breathe, and more so that he could savour watching his veiny cock slide in and out from between my taut globes.

I turned my head to watch him admire my ass, just in time to see him snap a video of his cock spearing me open again and again.

Neither a sense of anger nor violation entered into my mind. It turned me on immensely to know that he wanted to immortalize this with a video, and I looked forward to seeing what he captured.

He tossed his phone to the bed beside us a moment later, leaning down to wrap his arms around me before rolling us both over onto our backs.

“Sit up, spin around,” He ordered breathily into my ear. “Ride this cock and show me how much you love it.”

With a helping hand pressing up in the middle of my back, I managed to sit up. I sat up higher on my knees, wincing as the canine’s cock slipped free from my ass before turning around to straddle his waist. He was reclining on several pillows, arms stretched behind his head as he watched me retake my position in an awkward mess of trembling limbs and breathless panting that could not have been sexy.

I found his cock, slick and twitching so hard it slipped more than once from my grasp, smearing my inner thighs and taint with precum and more than a modest amount of remaining road-head saliva. I was determined to feel that length fill me again, and when I could finally manage a firm grip, I lifted it straight up. A small jet of precum shot out over my taint just as I positioned it back at my entrance, then I sat down.

We both groaned.

I lifted my knees and moved my feet up, keeping my hips hovering several inches above the dog’s crotch. He wanted to see me fuck myself with his cock, so I wanted to make sure he had an unobstructed view of the whole thing. I began grinding down on him once I had stabilized, rolling my hips as if I was the one thrusting into someone else. Reaching a hand in front of me, I groped the pouch straining out from between my legs, lifting my package so he could better see every inch of his shaft disappear into me.

Our eyes locked. My reddened hazel irises connecting with his deep browns.

Even with my focus on his eyes I could see his confident smirk, impossible to hide even behind canine features. I think he knew he had a guaranteed fuck toy now, one that frequented the same gym as him, and so was unable to weasel out of future encounters. I almost hated how I knew he was right.

It didn’t take long for my legs to tire, in spite of how much work I put into them, so I slumped forward, resting on my knees once more, placing my shaking hands on his solid chest to steady myself. My hips kept rolling, this new position only allowing a couple of inches of movement for his cock, but it didn’t seem to matter. He moved his arms from behind his head, hands once again taking a possessive grip of my waist before he started thrusting up into me.

Wet squelches reached my ears as my head dropped back and my eyes closed, relishing in the renewed assault of his cock. His knot was once again slapping against my entrance, spreading me open just that little bit extra that it sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. I also became aware of a low growling coming from my canine host below me. My hands remained on his chest, feeling his heart hammering faster the longer we went on, so I had to assume he was getting close. The sting of his knot slamming into me was slowly becoming more and more noticeable, just as my nerves were starting to act up.

Looking down, I saw his muzzle wrinkling, his sharp, dangerous teeth flashing into view more and more. His eyes were screwed shut, as if he was willing himself to remain in control, but as the snarl on his muzzle became more pronounced, I gulped.

In a split second, the rottweilers eyes snapped open, and he let out a snarl so vicious I almost screamed.

He surged upwards, interrupting his thrusts and knocking me onto my back before he established himself over me, pinning my arms to the bed and burying his bone as deep into me as his engorged knot would allow. I yelped, the sound high pitched and fearful as I looked up at his bared fangs, drool dripping from his lips to splatter against my cheeks while he adjusted me bodily under him.

My backside was lifted from the bed, pinned up against his cock as he humped into me in short powerful thrusts. Each pound made me cry out as his knot stretched me again and again, and all I could do was bare it. I was frozen in place, looking up at his fangs clenching together, watching drool fly from his lips with each juddering halt of his body’s forward momentum when he thrust into me. Something utterly feral had taken over, and the intense pleasure I felt at having my insides rearranged around his cock was warring with a very real fear that I was about to be properly mauled.

Half the neighbourhood must’ve heard the cry I let out when his knot, aided by superior strength and position and insistence, finally breached my ring.

The rottweiler’s fat sheath filled the wet cleft between my cheeks, his balls coming to a firm rest against the small of my back as the dog barked and growled above me, his hips never ceasing in their grinding humps. For the first time, I could feel a load being pumped into me, not just the nebulous awareness of a building pressure. His dick throbbed within me, pumping rope after rope of that same acrid fluid I had tasted in the locker room into my ass. He was almost folding me in half at that point, utterly unaware of just how uncomfortable it was for me as he rode out his climax with eyes screwed shut and entire body tensed and flexing.

I became aware of a wetness spreading through my jock, soaking the fabric thoroughly as my cock gave unprompted flexes. Realizing then that I had orgasmed didn’t phase me in the least. I was too busy drowning in the sweltering heat the canine radiated above me. His teeth were still visible, his muzzle still wrinkled in a silent snarl, but he had enough sense about him to adjust our position, letting my backside down only to swing one of my legs across my body, then twisting me ruthlessly on his cock so I faced away from him.

I hated the change as much as I could through the shocks radiating from my backside at the movements, but I realized it was the best call he could have made once he pressed himself back up against me. The canine’s strong arms squeezed me tight, my sweaty skin pressed solidly against his short furred frame, even as his hips continued their automatic grinding movements. Small as those shifts were, they made me acutely aware of every inch of his cock buried in me, and I continued to groan and pant in his arms.

“And now,” He panted, though I could hear a very satisfied smile in his voice. “We wait.”

“W-wait for, wait for what?” I couldn’t help but ask, even though my throat was dry and raw.

“My knot to deflate,” The dog said, giving a solid grind against my ass that made me whimper anew. “Then maybe another round.”