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"Yeah, that's awesome. Keep doing just that!"

The camera was flashing. I couldn't help but stare as the muscular, black and tan Doberman with cropped ears turned and flexed. The canine was sporting a pair of blue camouflage print briefs with Alpha emblazoned on the waistband, and was standing against a backdrop made to look like the barracks of a military base.

In any other situation I'd have been admiring my handiwork with the set, but I was too captivated by the model. Two weeks ago I'd got a job working for Wolf & Coyote; they're an underwear company aimed at mostly gay canines. They do very elaborate photoshoots with movie style sets in the background. My job is to help decorate them while a Jackal by the name of Carl takes the photos and videos of the models.

I knew the Doberman model was called Kurt Hauser, he had served in the military and still liked to wear his dog tags during photoshoots. I watched wistfully as he posed and flexed his muscles for the camera, always wearing underwear that fitted his toned body perfectly. The pair he was wearing that day outlined his ass and crotch perfectly. I couldn't help but stand and stare, the bulge in my jeans must have been obvious, but given the people on a Wolf & Coyote set are pretty relaxed about that sort of thing, no one ever mentioned it. Kurt never seemed to glance at my bulge, although he shot me a smile at the end of each photoshoot. "Hey, well done on that set. It looked amazing," he often grinned after a shoot. "Thanks, it was fun to work on," I replied, wagging my tail. Kurt would smile, hesitate and then leave calling a hasty goodbye to everyone.

I often wondered why he was in such a rush to leave, did he have a boyfriend to get home to? I assumed boyfriend since almost all of Wolf & Coyote's models were gay or bi.

As I watched Kurt posing for the camera I couldn't help but fantasise about the Doberman and I becoming a couple. I had an instant crush on him since the first photoshoot I saw him in; the crush soon became an obsession. The previous week Kurt had been doing a photoshoot modelling a pair of briefs and a jockstrap; the set had been designed to look like a locker room and Kurt was dressed as a college jock with football shoulder pads on. I watched as Carl snapped the photos. Yeah, that's fantastic. Keep doing it! Carl encouraged as Kurt modelled the jockstrap. The Doberman arched his rump at the camera and pulled back the straps. I watched, feeling my cock start to emerge from it sheath. Damn he has a fine ass, no wonder he's a model I couldn't help but think. The shoot finished and Kurt went to shower and change. Carl had gone to his office and I snuck into the washroom. Kurt was in the shower unit singing to himself while the glass had steamed up. I stole inside and glanced around, I couldn't see the jockstrap but the Doberman's briefs from the shoot were laying on top of his sports bag; they were black with gold trim. I sniffed them, they had the scent of fresh fabric combined with the faint musky scent of Kurt's balls. Quick as a flash, I stuffed them in the pocket of my hoodie and crept back out. A moment later I heard Kurt shouting. Hey, has anyone seen my new underwear? I felt a little mean, but hey I'm a Coyote. I like to be mischievous. I took the briefs home, wore them as I imagined myself as a model and then jerked off with them still on. Kurt's size was larger than mine, but the silky fabric still hugged gently against my balls and crotch as I poked my cock out of the waistband and began jerking. I caressed the fabric against my balls as my strokes grew more frantic. I closed my eyes and pictured Kurt during the shoots; how he turned and flexed his butt at the camera, or how fine his Doberman ass looked in the jockstrap. I opened my eyes and gasped as a huge load of cum shot out from my cock and hit my chest. Some of the cum splashed on the fabric of Kurt's underwear, so I showered wearing them, allowing the material to grow more form-fitting. I waited until they were fully dry and surreptitiously placed them in Kurt's sports bag the next day.

Even if Kurt already had a significant other, I sometimes wished I had a boyfriend, but I knew my family would go nuts. Other times I just wanted to experiment and sleep with as many guys as I could, vein or slutty I know. San Amador had Fa large gay population and thought I should make the most of it, but I could never pluck up the courage to go out and have fun, partly through living on my own. Kurt and Doug, another model at Wolf & Coyote had offered to take me on a night out with them. I had considered it, but I said no.

Fuck, why did I back out?

That was the only thought that ran through my mind for the next two days.

But I digress...

That day, Kurt couldn't go anywhere since Carl was waiting for another model Doug Menzies to show up. Doug was an Australian Dingo and one of Wolf & Coyote's best known models, another guy I had a crush on although I knew for a fact that he was already mated. "Where could he have got to?" Carl mused. "He's not usually late." I stood to one side as Kurt dropped to the floor and began doing some push ups while Carl paced up and down. Suddenly, the Jackal's phone began buzzing. "Hey, Doug. Where are you man?" The Jackal stood still and listened for a minute, and I could hear the faint sound of Doug's voice at the other end. "Ah I see, look after him. Hopefully see you tomorrow?" the Jackal hung up. "Doug says his boyfriend isn't well, and wants to stay at home to be with him. I don't want to take him away from his boyfriend, but I don't have another model with me right now. I need to take the photos in time to display the summer range." He sighed.

Before I could do or say anything, both Kurt and the Jackal turned to look at me. "You know what to do in these, I mean you've watched enough?" "Well, I'm not exactly..." I began, trying to search for the right word; handsome, muscular, a stud like Kurt. "I think you'll do just fine," Kurt said. I admit I was surprised. Kurt was friendly to me, but had never shown any interest in interacting like that. I wanted to rush up on stage and say fuck yeah, I wanna model with you, but the feeling of enthusiasm was replaced by apprehension. See, I come from a religious family of Coyotes in the Midwest. I moved to California for college (I studied engineering at San Amador Coast University), but photography and art was always my main interest. My family would be horrified if they found out I was working for a business like Wolf & Coyote. I also wasn't very body confident; okay, I'm not fat, I'm an athletic looking tan and grey Coyote who goes to the gym three times a week, but certainly not as toned as the other models. Both Carl and Kurt were waiting for me to say something. "Well, uh," I stuttered hopelessly. "Doug's look about your size," Carl cut in, holding up a matching pair of camo print briefs in his paw. The waistband spelt out Beta. "Okay, I guess I will," I replied nervously. I shed my jeans and shirt before tugging my briefs off (a pair of Wolf & Coyote ones I got free after my first day working there), before pulling on the Beta pair. They felt just as sexy as they looked; the material was silky and stretchy, but form fitting enough to show off the outline of my sheath and hug against my crotch. For a moment, my reservations melted away and I felt confident. I struck a similar pose to what I'd seen the models do and flexed my rump.

I was vaguely aware of the camera snapping and turned to see Carl taking pictures of me. "Dude, you're a natural," he grinned. "Jump on the set and keep doing that." I obediently climbed onto the set I'd help create (I never thought I'd ever do a photoshoot on one), and continued posing. I glanced over at Kurt and saw to my surprise, and I admit satisfaction, that there was a bulge in his briefs. "Okay, that was excellent, but now I want to bring in Kurt," Carl announced. The Doberman bounded confidently onto the stage and stood opposite me. "Okay, I want you two to face off against each other, like you're staring each other down." Kurt stood directly opposite me, his muzzle almost pressed against mine. I could feel the warm tickle of his breath against my snoot. He fixed me a grin while staring down his muzzle at me. I tried to mimic his expression. "Great! Now just stand a little closer so your bulges are touching," the Jackal commanded as he snapped away. "Now Kurt, reach forward and grab his waistband, like you're dragging him towards you." Kurt reached out and hooked a paw over my briefs. My muzzle was now touching his as if we were about to kiss.

Was this really happening?

I had watched from afar at the photoshoots, marvelled at how hot the models were, and now I was in shoot with the model I had always fantasised about. "Okay, lay down on the ground," the Jackal called. I obediently lay down. "Now Kurt, put your hind paw on his chest, like you're dominating him." Kurt gently placed his hind-paw on me, but gazed down with a domineering expression. "Excellent!" Carl called as he kept photographing us. I thought I saw Kurt wink at me before he snarled and pressed his hind-paw harder. "Awesome, I think we can call that a night," Carl announced. "Excellent job you two." "You okay?" Kurt asked, offering a paw to help me up. "Yeah, yeah I feel cool," I replied, wagging my tail. I moved to slide my underwear off. "No, please keep them," Carl said with a smile. "You've earned them." I couldn't help but grin as pulled my jeans and shirt back on. Kurt picked up his sports bag and went to get changed. "Well, uh, thanks for letting me do that," I said to Carl. "No problem kid, y'know I think I might end up using you full time. You're a natural!" I wasn't sure what to say, but my wagging tail probably compensated for words.

I felt my excitement fade slightly as I made my way outside. My car was being kept overnight in the garage so I had to navigate the bus route home. The bus stop was a short walk from the entrance of the Wolf & Coyote office. I stood on my own and glanced up and down the quiet street. San Amador was a classy and chilled out town, but standing alone in the street made me wish I had the comfort of my own car to drive home in. To distract myself, I listened to the distant sound of the sea lapping against the beach a few blocks away and appreciated the snug but silky feeling of the new underwear. I glanced at my watch, it was getting late.

Had I missed the last bus?

I had no idea what the schedule was. I was tempted to go back into the office to see if anyone would give me a ride home, but just I was about to move, a bright green sports car swung out from the building and pulled up beside me. Knowing a little about cars from my engineering classes, I recognised it as a Lotus Elise, a cool but not very common car in America. The window wound down and I recognised Kurt sitting behind the wheel. "Need a ride?" he called. I hesitated, but nodded and climbed into the passenger seat. "Thanks," I said. I still felt on a high from the photoshoot and the prospect of sitting in close confinement to Kurt began to make me feel excited again. The interior of the car was small and low-slung, so I arranged my legs to hide the obvious bulge in my jeans. The smell of the Doberman's scent in the car (a mixture of musk and expensive aftershave) wasn't helping me in trying to stay calm. "So, where are you heading?" Kurt asked. "I live at number two on Emerald Street, in Williamson Heights." Kurt nodded as I gave him directions. The Doberman was now dressed in jeans, a dark shirt and a hoodie, but I could still make out the outline of his athletic and muscular stature through the loose material. I glanced out of the window, hoping he hadn't caught me looking, then felt absurd considering we had been grinding bulges a moment ago. I sat in silence until Kurt reached over and turned the stereo on. The sound of European dance music filled the car. "So, you have any plans for tonight or just chilling?" Kurt asked casually. "Oh, just chilling," I replied.

My plans would no doubt consist of avoiding my Stoat roommate while he messed up the kitchen and played loud music before I could make dinner of my own.

Kurt seemed to sense that I wasn't in a hurry to get back. He opened his muzzle to say something but refrained. We left the downtown area and began driving up the winding valley into Williamson Heights. Houses and apartment blocks behind neat gardens and low picket fences were now passing by. "This is mine," I explained as we pulled up outside a small apartment building on the corner of Emerald Street. "Thanks for the ride," I added as I reached for the door. "Um, would you like to grab dinner with me?" Kurt asked. "I haven't had a chance to eat since this morning and I'm feeling ravenous." "Uh, sure. That would be nice, I've only got frozen pizza in the fridge," I admitted. "But I've spent most of my money on fixing my car." "It's okay, I'll get dinner, you provide the company," Kurt replied, fixing me a grin, although I was sure I saw a flash of apprehension in his eyes. The prospect of dinner with a hot Doberman was an opportunity I had difficulty turning down. "Uh, okay, if you're sure," I replied, settling back into my seat.

Kurt turned the car back towards the main road. I started to worry that I wasn't dressed properly, but Kurt seemed pretty casual in what he was wearing, although his hoodie and jeans suited him. The Doberman seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry, you look fine. Trust me," he smiled. "Oh, thanks," I replied, splaying my ears. I couldn't have made it any more obvious that I had a crush on him. "You're okay with going out?" Kurt asked, perhaps sensing my unease. "Honestly, I want to go out, please take me out. Just so I can see people, life, anything," the words poured out of my muzzle before I could stop them. Yearning for male company, and being so close to it, but never being able to touch had finally taken its toll. I wished I'd sounded less desperate, but Kurt smiled. "In that case I know a little place that overlooks the beach that always serves good food, but it's quite hidden and not too formal," he explained. "Oh, nice," I replied. I was starting to feel giddy. I'd never been to dinner with anyone outside my family before. I glanced out of the window and saw we had reached the bottom of the valley and were now driving along the seafront. Smart looking restaurants and bars lined the street, some displaying the rainbow flag which is not uncommon in San Amador.

Kurt turned the Lotus down a road that sloped down almost onto the beach itself. A small, low-lying building sat at the end of the slope with a red neon sign reading Loch Lomond._We pulled up in a small parking lot near the entrance. "It's actually much better inside than it looks," Kurt explained as we climbed out of the car. We walked through the front entrance and I could see that Kurt's assessment was right. It quite a contrast to the exterior; the place was small, but cosy looking but had several floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. Out to sea, the sun was already starting to set, casting orange rays over the water gently lapping against the sand. "Hey, Kurt" a vixen called as we walked in. "Hey Sally, table for two this time." I had always wanted to go to a place where the staff would remember me, and couldn't help but feel a flash of admiration and jealousy that Kurt had achieved that. The Vixen showed us to a table and handed us two menus. "The clam chowder is good," Kurt explained. "And I'd recommend it with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc." "Sounds classy," I smiled. We both ordered the chowder when the Vixen returned with a bottle of wine. I wasn't exactly experienced with going on dates, if that's what I'd could it, so I wasn't sure what to talk about. "So, how did you get into modelling?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Oh, by accident. I was stationed near here in the military, and when I got discharged I kinda wondered around until Carl scouted me. I didn't know anything about modelling, but I did a couple of shoots and got hired after that. What got you into photography?" "It's always been a hobby of mine," I explained as my tail thumped into my chair. _Control yourself my mind chastised. "I used to go on hikes with my family and bring my camera, and then I took a few art-design classes at night school where I got to photograph people. The teacher said I was pretty good, but my family wanted me to something more proper." "Proper as in?" "Something like law, medical school, or engineering which I started out doing. I began majoring in engineering at San Amador Coast University, but switched back to design without telling them. I wanted to become a set designer in Hollywood, but got the job at Wolf & Coyote, which does pay well and I enjoy it, however I tell my family I work for an architectural company." I took a sip of the wine, followed by another and another. It was certainly a good variety, but having not eaten since that morning I could already feel the effects of it.

Kurt had reclined back in his chair. The last of the sunset outside was reflecting in his brown eyes. He looked dashingly handsome, but I swear I could see something close to sadness in his expression. "So, if you don't mind me asking, are you mated?" The words escaped my muzzle before I could cram them back in. "No, I'm not," Kurt replied, before fixing me a reassuring smile. "Sorry if that sounded weird." "Not at all, I expected you might ask that," Kurt shrugged. "Ah, here comes our food." I glanced over to see Sally walking over with two bowls of clam chowder. "Here you go boys," she said. The chowder smelled good and my stomach let out a loud rumble. Trust it to do that in front of my crush. Kurt merely chuckled. "I think you were as ravenous as I was," he observed before digging his spoon in.

The chowder tasted as good as it smelled, and it wasn't long before I had eaten the whole thing. "That was great," I said contently, mopping up the last of the chowder. "I'm glad you approve," Kurt replied. "I'm in the mood for another drink though." He signalled to Sally. "Could we have two raspberry clove vodkas please?" He asked before turning to me with something close to a devilish grin on his face. "Trust me, you'll like these." Sally arrived a second later with two glasses. I picked it up and sniffed it; whatever was inside certainly smelled as a good as the meal had been. I took a sip and found it was indeed very good, if quite powerful. "Damn," I said, taking another sip. Once again the alcohol was going to my head. "I'm really glad you invited me out," I admitted. "I wished I had come the last time you and Doug offered to take me on a night out, but I backed off." "Heh, it's no problem," Kurt replied. "Doug and I wanted to make sure you weren't feeling left out, but I didn't want to pressure you either." The Doberman smiled reassuringly, although the sad expression remained in his eyes. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but something stopped me.

We sipped the last of our drinks and Kurt signalled for the check. "Thanks for dinner," I said as we left the restaurant. "It was a pleasure," Kurt replied. He paused and shifted on his hind-paws. "I could take you back to yours, or you can stay at mine?" The offer was tempting. To hell with it. "Um, may I stay at yours?" I asked. I wasn't sure where this was going to lead, but the idea of being in some kind of intimate setting with Kurt was an attractive prospect, even if I would have balked at the idea before. "I live just down the street," the Doberman explained. "We can leave the car here and pick it up tomorrow." I followed Kurt as he led the way. We walked past the marina which looked peaceful and pretty as the moonlight shone down on the water. The boats gently creaked as they swayed in the calm tide. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as we neared a row of smart Victorian era apartment buildings lining the marina.

Which one is Kurt's?

However, the feeling of excitement was equally dampened by a feeling of apprehension and I knew what was causing it.

If you don't tell him about it, he may never know.