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Chapter Fourteen - A Devious, Deliciously Dobie Idea

When Coach Collins announced on Monday prior to practice that his assistant coach, Matt Williams would be taking a brief leave of absence for the week, the locker room was all abuzz. The Rottweiler conveniently left out the reason why the puma was taking a break, the cause of which was due to the Rottweiler after he caught the assistant coach getting fucked by some of the jocks on the football team. Being the head coach, he decided to punish the slutty cougar. Needless to say, the puma's rump was quite sore when Coach Collins was finished and probably had a lot of explaining to do to his wife when he went home walking funny. Not that it was any of the Rottweiler's business, the puma had been rewarding his boys behind his back and that did not fly well with the massive canine.

By the time practice had ended and the jocks were back in the locker room, peeling off their grass-stained practice uniforms and their sweat-drenched jockstraps, there were dozens of rumors about what they suspected had happened to the assistant coach. The rumors went from the flu to a death in the family and some even suggested the puma had gotten some sort of STD like gonorrhea or chlamydia.

In a row of lockers, a pair of identical Doberman pinschers were getting undressed. Their pointed ears perked as they tuned in to the chatter going on around them. They were the Dietrich twins, nearly inseparable and sexually insatiable. Cory watched his brother, Rory, bend over as he pulled his tight spandex pants down, revealing his jock clad ass, the well-rounded cheeks seemed to call out to him. The dobie quickly wound up his towel and let it snap right on his brother's rump, watching it jiggle for a split second before Rory yelped and jumped in the air, clutching his stinging cheek.

"BRO! What the fuck!?" Rory growled, turning and charging right up in front of his brother. So close that their foreheads pushed against each other as the two black and tan canines seemed to be engaged in a mental fight.

Cory reached out with his hand, grasping his brother's plump bulge through his jockstrap. It radiated heat as his brother's ball sweat wrung through the fabric, dampening Cory's paw. Rory let out a low whimper, feeling his juicy bratwurst twitch to life inside the cup he wore. When Cory didn't let go of his bulge, Rory began panting softly as he looked at the shit-eating grin his brother had on that handsome mug of his, the look in his eyes which meant only one thing: Cory had an idea; a devious, deliciously dobie idea.

"With Coach Cocksleeve out of business for the week, these dimwitted, knuckleheads on the team are gonna be pretty pent up," Cory smirked and kept stroking his brother's jock, loving how his brother's cock pushed against the protective cup and stretched the pouch to its limits. "Coach Collins isn't gonna be able to keep up... so what if we helped him out by having a little brotherly competition."

"I'm listening," Rory grinned, already catching his twin's drift. The muscular jock crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at his brother's groin which was looking just as excited as his. "What's the competition and how do I win?"

"Oh, look who's feeling confident," Cory mused as he felt his brother's cock flex and push precum through the straining jockstrap and ooze on his pawpads. He pulled his paw away, sniffing it with his pointed snout and then licked his paw clean, savoring the taste of his twin's sweat and pre. Swallowing the salty fluid down without hesitation, Cory rubbed his chin like a gleeful villain. "I think we should take this to Coach's office... I would hate to for us to get locked up again."

The other Doberman let out a fake pained whimper as he recalled how Coach Collins had punished them last time for spending too much time with a new recruit to the football team without his permission. Sure they had found several ways to pleasure themselves without their cocks, but it wasn't as fun when you had your brother's long salami sliding down your throat.

Walking side-by-side, the two mostly-naked muscular Doberman filled the space between the lockers as they approached Coach Collins's office. They didn't even have to look to know that they had several eyes staring at their bare rumps, taking in that irresistible eye-candy. It was hard to not stare at those plump, well-toned, tan-colored cheeks that had a slight bounce every time they took a step. The short stubby tails wagging on their own free will, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Cory rapped on the closed door and they waited, leaning against both sides of the door frame. It would have been an intimidating sight for anyone to open the door and find two six foot four jocks standing outside, their sharp features accentuated by their muscles that rippled under their short fur. Anyone that is, except Coach Collins who opened the door thirty seconds later, standing just a few inches taller than the pointed ears on the dobies.

"Can it wait, Dietrich?" Coach Collins asked sternly, his voice gruff with the slight hint of a spent huff in his throat. "I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"Heya Coach," Cory gave him his award-winning grin, blocking the entryway so no one could see the pulsing bulge in the Rottweiler's shorts. "Rory and I just to discuss a brief proposition with you... Then you can continue with whoever is under your desk." He said as softly as he could, knowing the Coach usually had a high sex drive after practice and whoever was fortunate enough to be picked would be occupied for a few hours.

Coach Collins rubbed his temple and groaned, knowing the Dietrichs were rather stubborn whenever they had a proposition that couldn't wait. He stepped aside, letting them in one at a time as they stepped inside and he closed the door. He sat down at his desk, tugging his waistband back down and stuffed his cock into the jockslut's muzzle hidden under his desk.

"Make it quick boys," Coach Collins said as he held the jock's head under his desk down to his groin, feeling the throat convulse around his shaft as the Dietrich's sat down in the two chairs across his desk.

"Well Coach," Cory began. "Since Coach Williams is indisposed... the team was looking kind of down and I was thinking that Rory and I could help with team morale. Ya know, get some of that team spirit going."

"Hey, don't bring me into this," Rory interjected. "It was your idea, and I still don't know what it is!"

Cory shared his idea, which wasn't too brilliant. The jock suggested that he and Rory get as many of their teammates off as possible while holding off their own orgasms. They would get two points every time a player came in their ass or throat, and one point if a player came on them. They would lose two points if they lost control and climaxed. When he finished, Coach Collins let out a low grunt and released his own orgasm, flooding the jockslut's throat with his thick rottie jizz.

"You've got my permission," Coach Collins huffed and wagged his stub tail as he felt his warm fluids leak from the muzzle and on his sheath. He looked down at the jock struggling to swallow every drop and smirked. "Let's say the winner gets Weber's ass for a whole month. Would you like that boy?" He asked rhetorically to the Geman Shepherd who wagged his tail against the ground.

The Rottweiler knew that the Dietrichs and Weber had gotten very close since the shepherd had joined the team. He hadn't meant to objectify the canine, but fuck it, they would all enjoy it. He rubbed the shepherd's head as his orgasm faded, feeling Weber rest his head on his inner thigh and look up at him, his cummy mouth open as he panted.

"Now you two get out of my office, I'm gonna enjoy Weber's ass before one of you rambunctious horn dogs get it. And stay out of trouble!" He warned them as the two dobies stood up and closed the door behind them.

Outside of their Coach's office, Cory and Rory glanced in opposite directions like a pair of guard dogs. Most of the locker room was empty as their teammates showered. Satisfied with their quickscope of the room they looked back at each other.

"May the best Doberman win," Cory grinned.

"I plan to," Rory sneered and they took off in their own ways.

Rory went right from Coach Collins's office door at a brisk speed. He glanced down a few aisles that were deserted aside from the piles of uniforms strewn across the tiled floor until he spotted the familiar backside of Clay Barton, a gray pit bull who played defense on the team. Rory grinned to himself as he caught the musk loving mutt holding a damp jockstrap, sniffing as he furiously jacked off his impressive cock off with another jockstrap. 'Jackpot.'

"Hey there big guy," Rory grinned, leaning against one of the orange metal lockers and crossed his arms.

Clay just about jumped off the bench he was sitting in the median of the lockers and out of his hide. The flustered jock's hand on his face yanked the jockstrap off his snout and tried to cover up the indecency between his legs.

"C-Cory!" Clay stammered and glanced about as if he were trying to find an escape route. "Jesus dog, don't sneak up on me like that.

"Heh, wrong twin... I'm Rory," the dobie corrected him as he stepped confidently closer to the pitbull and looked down at his throbbing meat. "And it looks like you could use some help." Rory sat down on the bench in front of Clay, letting the pitbull get a good look at the massive bulge in the dobie's jockstrap before he reached down and wrapped his paw around the damp jockstraps around the pit's cock and began to stroke him with it.

"Jesus... what the fuck dog..." The pit protested briefly before he groaned and leaned back, his arms reaching behind him to support his weight as they held onto the sides of the wooden bench. He spread his legs out, giving Rory full access to his junk which the dobie took advantage of immediately.

"Who's jocks are these?" Rory asked curiously as he pumped Clay's veiny cock, trying to sound interested as he made some small talk. "Do they know you're a dirty musk-rat?"

The pitbull whimpered in pleasure as he was touched, thrusting into the two tan paws that were touching him so sensually. "Aaaah... they're Randy's and Sch-Schoder's..." He admitted, referring to the horse and reindeer on the team respectively. "Don't stop... huff... fuck I'm close..."

"Don't blow on me just yet big guy," Rory slowed and took his paws off, letting the pitbull whimper and look at him wantingly. "If you fuck me, I'll give you my jock." He smirked as hooked his thumbs into his waistband, tugging the elastic straps.

The pit bull blinked in bewilderment and stared. "You want me to fuck you?" Clay asked surprised, his eyes wide as he watched the dobie lower himself down on his back, lifting his legs up as he tossed his protective cup aside and pulled his jockstrap off, letting them dangle on his ankles.

"All yours and all you have to do is dump a load in my ass."

***

Cory made a beeline for the far end of the locker room. He was glad Rory went right as he turned the locker and found the pair he was looking for. Nathan Poleski and Maxwell Pierce, a husky and bull. The cute husky was busy with his face in the bull's low hangers, sucking the sweat off them while the tall and muscular bull rested his back against the lockers, petting the pup on the head, his nostrils flaring as he whispered encouraging words to Nate.

"Got room for one more?" Cory piped up as he walked right up to them, stepping over the kneeling husky and let his jockstrap drag over his face and wrapped his hand around the bull's long shaft, rubbing the soft flesh as Maxwell let out drawn out moan that sounded like a moo.

The longhorn brought his hand to lift Cory's chin and planted his lips against his, kissing the handsome canine as he felt Nate shift into a more comfortable position as Cory's bulging jock pushed against his balls, the coarse fabric tickling them. Cory shimmed them off his hips, freeing his cock and heard the whimper escape Nathan's lips as the husky saw just what the Doberman was packing.

Cory and Maxwell shared a spontaneous kiss as the husky between them sucked and licked their balls, the two veteran jocks on the team groaned in each other's mouth as their kiss deepened and their tongues pushed against each other.

Pulling away from the kiss, Cory grinned up at the tall bull and pressed his chest against the bull's wide yet defined torso, looking up as he pinched the fleshy nubs on the bull's well-rounded pecs.

Maxwell let out a louder mooan as he was played with, man how he wished he had udders to be milked. The bull shuddered and flicked his tail as the dobie kept arousing him, sucking in a lot of air and exhaling it through his wide nostrils.

"Guess you wanna spitroast Poleski?" Maxwell asked as he looked down at the grinning jock who was frotting with him now.

"Actually, I was hoping you two would spitroast me..." Cory suggested, and with a well-trained flick of his nub, he perked it up high above his ass cheeks.

***

It wasn't the best spur of the moment sex of his life, but Rory wasn't gonna shove Clay off him for the sake of not being pleasured. It didn't take long for the gray pit bull to blow his load inside the Doberman's ass, especially when Rory put the other canine in a headlock and held his own jockstrap to the pit's snout and ordered him to hurry.

The afterglow was just about as short as the sex, with the pit bull pulling out with a wet and messy slurp and shakenly thanked the Doberman for everything before he staggered off to the showers. Speaking of showers, some of the jocks were returning from them. Cory watched them as he sat up, feeling some of Clay's seed escape his clenching hole and make a small puddle on the bench.

All of his teammates were potential candidates for the competition, but it was a matter of size that concerned him. If he went too big too quickly, then it may not be very much fun for someone of lesser size... He smirked as he thought of the saying "Throwing a hotdog down a hallway." Rory and his brother didn't think of themselves as bitches or classify as bottoms, they were just sluts for sex. A dick is a dick, a hole is a hole.

Rory's ears perked as he heard the locker room door open from the poolside and watched the swim team coach, Roan McIntyre, walk in. The chestnut colored mustang wore a orange and white pull over hoodie, the words "Duke Swim Team" screen printed on the front. Despite being the swim coach, the stallion was well-built and incredibly handsome, with a blaze running down his forehead to his darker snout. Behind him, Rory counted one, two, three,... eight otters that all barely peeked at four feet tall. They wore matching colored jammers that clung to their already sleek bodies and showed off their cute bulges and rudderbutts.

The other members of the swim team followed with them, chatting loudly as they separated to get completely dried off. However the otters stuck together, chattering to themselves. 'Cory didn't say the swim team was off limits...' Rory thought as he stood up off the bench, feeling his semi-hard cock swing between his like a pendulum as he approached the clique of otters and leaned against a locker, hand on his hip. 'Now... what was the name of the otter I fucked last season...' Suddenly the name came to him.

"Hey Toby!" Rory said rather loudly as he remembered, calling out one of the players he'd fuck before. The otters stopped and looked up at the canine that was near twice their size and gawked that one of the football jocks would even talk to them.

"O-oh hey Rory!" Toby the otter squeaked as he looked up at the massive doberman, his eyes lingering on the hunk of meat that he'd only had the pleasure of being acquainted with once before a few months ago. "Haven't heard from you in a while."

Feeling a little guilty, Rory rubbed his shoulder anxiously, hoping to skip this conversation and just move on to the part where he has some fun with the otter boys. "Oh yeah, new number and all that. Been real busy with football and such... I'd hate to kind of pop up out of the blue, but are you all heading to the showers? Mind if I join? I could use some assistance."

All eight otters squeaked in surprise and all huddled in a circle and despite speaking in low whispers, they still somehow kept making those cute noises and finally ended with a giggle. When they finally adjourned their mini-meeting, Toby nodded as the other seven otters stared and drooled at the canine's bone. It almost looked as long as their slender noodle bodies.

Rory felt kind of silly walking with the eight otters surrounding him as they went into the shower area, but it would be a little more private now that the lockers were being filled up and the thick steam would help mask the mess that was about to be made.

***

Cory had to fight every urge to blow his load over the bench as he felt Maxwell finish inside him, gripping the bench and digging his claws into it as he swallowed down Nate's cum, feeling it slide smoothly down his throat and into his stomach. The husky didn't last long, and was extremely sensitive after his orgasm that he pulled out almost instantly and finished his load over the dobie's muzzle.

Maxwell remained deep inside the dobie's firm ass, holding Cory's hip as the dobie's nub wagged happily against his abs. The bull huffed and puffed as he felt the inner walls squeeze around his shaft.

There was a good minute of just basking in the afterglow as the jocks caught their breath, Nathan sat on the floor, his back resting on the lockers as Cory remained bent over the bench, feet spread out on either side and Maxwell standing up straight behind the Doberman, rubbing the canine's back.

"Gonna pull out now," Maxwell said in warning, pulling his hips back and hear the wet slurp of his cock suctioning out of the dobie's ass. Cory gasped and shuddered as the intrusion in his ass slowly slipped free and clenched tight around it, panting and remained as he was, feeling bull seed dribble down his taint as the bull slowly withdrew.

"Hey Pierce, how about you stay in a bit longer..." they heard a voice purr as Cyrus Manson, a black panther and one of the second string players on the offensive side, revealed himself around the lockers. He had returned from the showers halfway through the romp, standing at the end of the aisle hidden by the lockers. He had made sure no one interrupted the threesome, telling them to go fuck off somewhere else as he rubbed his bulge under his towel.

That very towel was now slipping off the well-built panther's hips and dropped on the ground as the panther approached, his barbed cock oozing precum and twitching in excitement as he looked at the grinning bull and the panting Doberman. With Cory bent over the bench, he near the perfect height for the feline to bring his shaft to those black lips and grind against them, smearing the feline's preseed.

"Looks like Poleski enjoyed your muzzle, I want a sample myself."

Cory looked up at the smirking panther, panting as he felt Maxwell's shaft throb deep inside him as the bull buried himself back into the canine's ass. He could barely think straight with that large cowpoke deep inside him, let along his own needy erection that was practically on edge. The dobie wrapped a paw around Cyrus's cock, feeling the warmth against his pawpads as he stroked it once and brought his lolled tongue to meet the bead of pre that oozed out of the panther's cock slit.

He heard a welcomed moan of pleasure as Cyrus trembled and gripped his cropped ears as his barbed cock head was teased. Cory felt Maxwell's massive hands on his hips as he was repositioned and the bull began to slide his long cock out before pushing back into that warm, slightly loosened and very sticky dobiebutt.

***

Rory didn't have to do too much for the cute otters from the swim team. Most of the shower area had been deserted by the time they shuffled into the back of the long aisle. Rory just sat with his back against the wall and let them surround him in a semicircle. The eight otters squeaked and trembled in excitement as they all jerked off their average-sized cocks, their rudder tails wagging happily as the studly jock would occasionally lean in and suck them off briefly.

One by one, they released the contents of their balls on the Doberman's muzzle, leaving behind lots of white streaks across his black fur that dripped off the sides and on his well-toned chest. Rory licked his chops as Toby finished last, greedily swallowing down the otter as he blew the cute otter off. He made a mental note to get in contact with the otter again after this.

As Toby wobbled away, knees weak as his head spun from the amazing blowjob from the football player, he walked right between the legs of Travis Knox. The massive Great Dane had just come out of the shower and was reaching for his towel when he felt something small tickle his low hanging nuts.

Looking down in surprise, Travis spotted one of the otters from the swim team, just as naked as the jock. Toby squeaked as he looked up at the massive tan canine, running off as fast as his small legs could take him before the jock pulverized him. Travis didn't even move as he watched the otter disappear without so much as an apology.

"Swim team is getting more queer every year..." he muttered to himself as he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, noticing his cockhead had poked out of his sheath from the brief sensual moment.

"Ever wonder what it feels like?"

Travis turned on his heel and saw Rory standing a few feet behind him, leaning against one of the showers. The Doberman's slim pointed muzzle reminded Travis of stripes on a zebra, except opposite, black with white stripes. Travis looked away, only to see the slab of meat hanging between Rory's legs. The Great Dane thought he was hung, but the dobie didn't even look half-aroused and was close to his own length when he was hard.

Rory noticed the Great Dane's apprehension as he looked down at his cock and laughed. "You don't have to worry about this bad boy--unless you want to know what that feels like." It was intimidating to other guys what the Dietrich twins were packing, even the horse Randy Johnson cried when he lost a bet to the dobies after they compared sizes.

Taking a confident step forward, Rory cupped the Great Dane's balls. They were huge, and full of pups. Travis groaned and didn't tell him to stop, he just stood there stiffly, a full head taller than the dobie, and that wasn't the only thing that stiffened up. His cock thickened and slipped further from his sheath. Cut and human in shape, the thick cock throbbed in the open as Rory wrapped his paw around the length.

Rory leaned in, tiptoeing and was still unable to reach Travis's cropped ear. But he whispered just loud enough for the Great Dane to hear. "We can start slow and see how you like it. I blow you, no strings attached. If you want more, I'll let you fuck me." Travis let out a low moan as his cock reached full length and began to ooze pre on Rory's forearm.

'Damn, this boy is thick.' Rory thought as he tried to grip Travis's cock, his fingers couldn't even reach all the way around. And like a person leading a dog with a leash, he guided Travis back into the shower stall and shut the door behind them.

***

Half-pissed, half-eager, Cory furrowed his brow as another cock was rubbed against his face. 'Fucking Cyrus and his loud mouth.' Cory fumed as another creamy load shot down his throat. Despite his earlier discretion, the panther had no such filter once he got close to orgasm. The loud mouth jock alerted the locker room to their presence and horny jocks were lining up for a chance at the dobie's muzzle or ass.

Cover literally blown, Cory didn't have any time to argue before another cock would find its way into his muzzle and down his accommodating throat. 'And where the fuck is Rory?' He wondered briefly as the jock behind him unloaded their nuts in his ass. He'd lost count of time and how many jocks had cum and gone, but at this rate, he would of had to have more than his twin.

The sound of a loud shrill whistle caught everyone's attention, Cory gasped for air as his teammates pulled out of his sore ass and muzzle mid-orgasm suddenly. The dobie coughed up cum as more dribbled out of his used tailhole. He had the feeling he'd be benched for the next game. The jocks scattered as he felt someone wrap their arms around him, lifting him off the bench and hold him against their warm and massive chest.

Cory sniffed, his senses dulled by the various scents of jocks he'd blown. But this was familiar. He looked up and saw Coach Collins looking down at him. The Rottweiler looked concerned for him, his hands rubbed up and down Cory's muscular body. It felt nice.

"You okay, Dietrich?" Coach Collins asked finally.

Cory nodded in response, his face burning in embarrassment and shame. His brother always said he bit more than he could chew.

"Let's get you to my office. Can you stand?"

It surprised Cory how strong the Rottweiler was, the head coach picked him up off the bench, and slung Cory's arm across his broad shoulders and neck and assisted him to his office. They passed a few jocks, all of which looked nervous with their tails tucked between their legs. All of them had the same thought. Their punishment would come.

Once inside his office, Coach Collins closed the door behind him and sat Cory down on one of the chairs. He got down on his knees, caring for his boy. Despite not being either dobies' father, they had formed a similar bond during those years as their coach. Ever so gently, Coach Collins spread Cory's muscular ass, his paws squeezing those bubbly cheeks and pushed his snout between them.

Cory moaned as he felt Coach Collins's tongue against his pucker, feeling vulnerable as cum leaked out and onto the rottie's taste buds. The horny Rottweiler rumbled as he ate the jockslut out. Minutes passed as Cory's ass was cleaned of any sticky evidence any of his teammates left inside him. Coach Collins stood up, looking at the subdued dobie, whose tongue was lolled out of his muzzle.

"Good boy!" Coach Collins said prasingly, rubbing Cory's head. "I think you've earned Weber's ass for the next few months."

Cory couldn't help but wag his nub at the prospect of that idea. He'd won the competition against his brother. His brother. Realization hit him and he looked up at the Rottweiler.

"Coach..." He gasped, his vocal cords hoarse from the deepthroating. "I know that we agreed on this, but... during the whole competition, I didn't feel right--like a part of me wasn't there. Out on the field you say we're a team, but there is no I in team. Rory and I are a team. I don't want to do anything without my brother..." Cory paused and took a deep breath. "With your permission, sir. I would forfeit my prize so I can be with my brother."

Beaming wide, Coach Collins felt his chest swell up in pride and nodded. "You have my permission to share your prize with your brother. And if anyone gives my boys any grief about today, you have my permission to deal any punishment you deem fit."

Cory's nub would have wagged right off his ass if it could, the Doberman got up from his chair and hugged his coach tightly. Coach Collins returned the embrace, feeling somewhat odd for the intimate moment as he felt Cory's monster cock against his inner thigh. He pitied any jock that would end up between the two horny Dietrichs.

***

Turns out, Travis enjoyed getting blown by Rory. After blowing his load down the dobie's eager muzzle, the strong jock picked him up off the ground and pinned him to the wall. They shared a heated kiss as the Great Dane held him against his chest and found himself being guided against the nubbed canine's ass.

He fucked Rory against the shower wall as they made out. Wet slaps echoed in the room as they mated like a pair of rabbits. He had no idea ass felt that great, and was near his second orgasm when he heard the stall door open behind him and saw a Doberman that looked identical to the one he was currently balls deep inside glaring at him. Being on the team, he knew the Dietrichs were twins and were some of the best offensive players.

"I believe you're in my brother, without my permission." Cory said, his voice stone cold tone, furrowing his dotted brows closer to each other.

The Great Dane took a quick glance down and saw that Cory was just as endowed as his twin. He whimpered as he pulled out of Rory, lowering the other dobie to stand on his feet.

"Hey Cory, what gives?" Rory asked, tilting his head as the stall seemed suddenly cramped as Cory stepped in, pinning Travis between the two horny dobie boys. "Competition over already?"

"Heh, hell yeah. Coach says I won."

"Aww what?" Rory whined. "But Travis makes like...ten!"

"Pssh, nothing to what I did." Cory smirked as he looked at Travis who was looking more uncomfortable as he felt Cory's cock thicken up between his ass cheeks as the Doberman's muscular chest was pressed to his backside. "So Travis is it? You gonna stay and take care of my brother and I, or are you gonna leave?"

"L-leave!" Travis barked quickly and ducked out of the shower as the Doberman stood to the side and let the Great Dane slip free under his arm and scampered off with blue balls. Cory had a feeling they'd see him again.

Alone with his twin, Cory took Travis's place and put his paw under Rory's chin and held it as he kissed his brother. They moaned and melted in each other's arms as they deepened their kiss. Their tongues lashed across each other, swapping spit. Cory got a taste of Travis's cum and licked it clean from his brother's maw.

They broke the kiss and Cory gripped his brother's ass cheeks, loving how they felt in his paws. "How about I fuck you, and we call it a tie."

Smirking, Rory draped his arms around his brother's neck, locking his paws beind his neck and grinned. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Cory lifted Rory up against the wall, holding his brother close as he lowered him back down on his aching cock. They moaned in unison as Cory slid into the loosened hole, thanks to Travis's thick cock. Rory moaned louder as his brother went in deeper, feeling his abs bulge slightly as his brother's cock stretched him open.

The two dobies pressed their foreheads together, as if sharing a mental connection as Cory thrust into his brother. Rory pushed back, feeling his brother's balls push against his wagging nub and whined when he felt his brother's length rub against his prostate.

Neither lasted long as they were both pent up from the entire competition. Rory was the first to blow, howling as he shot his load across Cory's and his own chest. Thick globs of dobie cum shot into the air, like a fountain, showering the two horndogs in sticky white specks that clumped to their short silky black fur. Moments later, Cory growled and bit his brother's neck, holding him in that mating bite as he flooded Rory's guts with his love seed. He panted as he kept bucking, giving all he had to his twin.

When they were finished, they looked each other in the eyes, staring at themselves and knew that they would never separate again.