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Growing up, something people ought to teach you is how thin walls can be.

Thump*thump* "Ahhh~" thump*

This isn't a metaphor. I mean that, literally, the walls are thinner than you think. It can be an easy fact to forget, in the safety and isolation of your own home, your own bedroom. But its important that you're a considerate neighbor, that music you're blasting isn't just heard by your neighbors, it's heard by the entire fucking block, Arnold.

"Ohhh fuck, yes! Baby!!" thump*thump*thump*

Now I, of course, learned this lesson early on, when my Dad knocked on my door, catching me with my pants down.

thump*thump*thump* "Mmm you want my cum? Want my cum you fucking slut?" thump*thump*thump*

Again, not a metaphor. It was a very long talk about how masturbation was normal, but I shouldn't overindulge, and the dangers of premarital sex. And that my grandma thought the house may have been haunted during one of my more . . . intense sessions. I learned my lesson well that day, and kept my moaning to a minimum.

"Ah-Ah-Ahhhhh~~~!!!"

Now my neighbor had obviously never learned this lesson. The Great Dane always had a penchant for loud alt rock and boisterous laughter at Parks and Recreations episodes.

"MmMMNNGGHAAAA!!~" thump* thump* thump* . . . thump* . . . . . thump*

But the biggest problem is what's been keeping me up for about three hours now.

Now, this actually has a simple fix. Easy as sliding an anonymous note under his door telling him to quiet down his crazy fuck sessions, or at least make them a bit earlier in the day. Or, if you're actively avoiding any contact with your neighbors, which is honestly understandable, you could fight back. Loud music while he's going at it, bringing a couple of guys over and just really making a night of it.

But considering I've got my dick out, my phone recording audio, my favorite doggy dildo knotted in me, and was very much so picturing my hunky neighbor ploughing my own ass, I think we can all agree that I don't necessarily mind this issue all too much.

. . . I'm not a creep! I'm just making the best of a bad fucking situation, okay? My situation is a bit more delicate than a nameless note could handle. Besides, their fault for being so loud.

I let out a sigh, resolute in my own guilt free pleasure. I wasn't gonna be asleep while they were going at it, might as well get a few loads out of it. Really, they owe me for robbing me of my beauty sleep.

I slip the oversized dildo out of me, the knot popping out with a wet pop,shivering at the sudden emptiness. I wipe it down before moving onto myself, getting off cum and lube as best as I can. I'd have to shower and clean up in the morning, it was nearly 2 am and I had an early day tomorrow.

I flop down on my bed, reaching over blindly to my right side to find my phone. My fingers close around it and I bring it up to my face. 2:12 AM. Maybe I could call in sick . . .

I let out a huff as I unlock my phone, stopping the recording. Tonight was pretty good, he seemed pretty pent up.

* * * *

"Alright, that'll do it for today. Remember that the essays need to be submitted online by midnight this friday! Really try and take the notes into consideration, don't just proofread it!" I say, rather uselessly to the many zombie-like college students rushing out of class.

More than fair, though, considering it just hit 8 am, and I myself was about to collapse had it not been for the triple shot of canned coffee. Whatever triple shot meant.

Turning around I log out of the computer, idly trying to think of what I needed to do for the rest of my day.

My own classic germanic folklore class was just after lunch, so I had a good five hours of just waiting in my office and working on a few assignments. I zip up my backpack and sling it over my shoulder, heading out of the classroom and flicking off the lights on my way out. Maybe I should have left it on for the next TA, but I've never even seen them, for all I knew the next session could be three hours from now.

I stop myself from thinking about hypothetical time schedules for discussion sections (and possibly how much time I could have an entire classroom to myself for sordid me-time) and begin my trek to my own office. I was actually one of the lucky few to snag myself one of the new offices in the brand spanking new building on the far side of campus. Sadly there was exactly 0% quiet on account of all the continued construction.

But it was more than fine, I found, as I took the elevator up the building without it shaking violently or stalling once it reached my floor, as I walked through non-mildew scented halls, and opened my door to a clean, air conditioned space.

"Hey, Erik!" A booming voice calls from my left. I glance over and wave at the Great Dane sitting in a chair that seemed just a bit too small for his hulking frame. "How you doin? Workin hard or hardly workin my BRO!"

I smile. "Hey Troy, just finished with the morning section. I'll never know why they make English-A one of the few 7 am classes."

"Fuckin rough indeed. S'like they wanna scare off the freshman." Troy shakes his head out of pity for those poor bastards.

"Hehe, maybe." I say, plopping into my chair, which almost swallowed me up by comparison.

"Hey, you got anything to do today?" He asks.

"Uhm . . ." I think a bit harder, give a long pause. But in truth my answer was always going to be-"-No I don't think so. Just work on my thesis a bit, but nothing much past it."

"Cool, cool!" He says, obviously pleased with the response. "Was wondering if you had time for the gym today? My schedule's open too, and it's been forever since I've had my workout bud!" It had been about two days, actually. Though, masochistically of me, I was beginning to feel antsy for a workout as well. Damn Pavlov.

"Yeah, that sounds nice." I say, ecstatic at the chance to see, smell, and maybe even touch his sweaty, muscular body. Had it not been hidden by the desk, I might have had to grab my tail to stop it from whipping around. "What time did you wanna go?"

"Now."

"Oh- Now?!" I ask, doing a double take to the already standing dog.

"Yeah, bro! No better time than the present!" He says, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. "C'mon, let's go before it gets crowded, man!"

"A-Alright." I say, ignoring the cries of my body, mourning the loss of a chair to stay planted in.

I take the gym clothes I always kept tucked away for these occasions and handed them to Troy, who put them into his own bag. He holds the door open for me, and after I've exited, tugs it closed.

Lucky for us, we were close to the gym that had been built a few years prior to our arrival. It just meant we needed to circle around construction, but I savored the extra few minutes with him even if it meant weathering the cacophonous sounds of jack hammers and the like.

That being said something was obviously wrong here, with Troy specifically. His ears are sort of pinned at a strange angle. And though his tail is wagging, his entire body looks a bit taught.

But, most obviously, he's quiet. For the entire elevator ride down, the walk outside the building, the wading through construction, he's entirely silent. Well, his body language speaks volumes. He obviously wants to talk about something, but maybe he doesn't know how to broach the subject . . .?

Under the trees leading up to the doors of the gym, I finally break and clear my throat, getting the Great Dane's attention. "Is something wrong?"

He lets out a sigh of relief. "There is something wrong. Damn, you know me so well, bro!" He says, shoulder bumping me, before scrambling to catch me as I nearly eat shit. "Sorry! Sorry! I just, I dunno I'm kinda bummed out, dude."

"Something up with your advisor?" I ask.

"Nah, nah, it's my girlfriend." He says. He tilts his head. "Well, more fuck buddy."

"Uh oh."

"Nothin' happened. I mean no, somethin did, but not like-" He pauses. "She didn't like cheat on me or anythin, and I didn't cheat on her. Nothin scandalous."

"Ohh." I say, thoroughly intrigued. We take a moment to walk through the doors and swipe our I.D. cards to prove we weren't just trying to use student facilities without -god forbid- paying the damn school with our blood, sweat, and tears.

"She's movin." He says, finally.

"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry to hear." Not exactly expecting this. My feelings on the matter were also confusing. I felt glad of course that he was on the market again, but also guilty that some part of me was celebrating.

"S'fine, honestly. It's why we kept it casual. She was always plannin on movin to another state to get into the grad program she wanted. I ain't too sad about it."

"But . . .?" I say, clearly seeing his . . . distress? It was such a rare emotion that I had trouble spotting it on the normally excitable dog.

"But I'm feelin a lil guilty. Shouldn't I be, I dunno, more upset?" He asks, looking to me. "We were screwin' each other's brains out for half a year. Like, I'ma miss her! She was a great friend, and a good lay."

"But you both decided to keep it casual, right?" I ask as he takes the lead down a dimly lit hallway leading to the locker rooms. "It's not like you need to feel heartbroken. It happened, it lasted, it was amazing, and now . . . well I guess it's over."

He smiles a bit, making my insides feel like mush. "You always know what to say, don't you." He says, tapping my shoulder. "Still . . ."

"I know, I know. Guilt isn't necessarily a logical thing." I say. He opens the door for me, but I pause in the entryway. My eyes narrow and I look up to him. He towered over me, a good one or two heads taller. "Unless . . . there's another reason why you feel guilty?" I ask, a cheshire grin on my muzzle.

He sputters, ears reddening as he pushes me through the door and closes it between us. I chuckle, lightheartedly, but ultimately dropped it. He was an extremely open person, but if he felt uncomfortable, I had no issue giving him space until he eventually confided in me.

The lockers looked new, with the smell of wet paint still permeating the room. Mostly because they were. Someone thought the gym needed a whole new locker room given the rising population of the school. For a good while this was actually the make-shift employee locker rooms, avoided by most other students considering the dark scary hallway, the puddling problems in the showers, and the absence of hot water.

It was worth it though to be able to change in moderate privacy. And getting to ogle as Troy stripped.

I let myself peak at his body as he pulls off his shorts, showing an immediate lack of underwear as his low hanging balls and heavy package flopped around. Just imagining that thing fully erect, pounding away and making people scream out in pleasure just past that thin wall . . .

Ah, if it wasn't obvious already, Troy is my neighbor. Our meeting was actually quite serendipitous. I heard him moaning and fucking what I assume to be a fleshlight the first night I had moved in. A few weeks later, I had been meeting with my office mate, unrelated to my own advisor and department entirely due to some error they had with partitioning rooms. Neither of us had issue with it of course, so we never really got things sorted out properly.

Discovering our living arrangements took a few more days. As I recall, I had gotten too drunk on a spontaneous night out with him, while I was still trying to figure out if he was any sort of gay, or taken. He asked me for my address, and was absolutely ecstatic with the fact that we were neighbors.

I toss in my clothes into the locker, and he shuts and locks it, giving it a testing tug, and soon we're headed to the slightly musty workout area.

As always, we headed straight for the treadmills. I started out walking, while he jumped right into a brisk jog. Insane, in my opinion, given he had just as long of a night that I had. But then thinking of the late nights he barged into my place with beer, dragged me into board game nights, that one time he nearly tried to abduct me for a road trip, I suppose this isn't too far off from his usual behavior.

We chat, as I take my own leisurely stroll and he's nearly shaking the floor with each bound. He asks me, a bit breathily, how I was liking my schedule. I told him that whoever created morning classes was spending an eternity in hell no doubt. That made him laugh hard enough to actually slow down to catch his breath. As well as turn a few heads towards the boisterous laughter and mildly concerning wheezing.

And after I was urged to finish the last five minutes jogging, which I grumpily complied with, we were stepping off the machines and headed to the stretching area.

"I still don't get why we don't stretch beforehand." I mutter.

His ears perk up, and he begins flying into an explanation about internal body temperatures, plasticity of muscles, various kinetic stretches, and . . . well to be honest he lost me from the very start. It was always a bit of a shock, hearing him "nerd out" about this sort of stuff. He was a fitness major after all, or was it nutrition? Was that a concentration? I really should remember-

He stretches to the side, revealing the bottom portion of his abdomen and obliques. Muscle groups I learned about from him actually, when I had asked for a . . . more detailed explanation.

"-So stretchin before you properly warm up'll probably do more damage than good. Speaking of which, get to it!" He says, swatting my backside, which gets a small growl from me as I move to his side and face the mirrors. I could still see his reflection, but further away sadly . . .

I bring my own arm stretched out over my head and bend my body to the side like he was. It was strange to say, but I did really enjoy these workouts with him for more than just the eye candy and company.

He wasn't my trainer or anything so intense, nor has he had much issue or critique of my body. But I suppose the compliments on my flexibility and the softness of my fur, and just working out normally had done wonders. Certainly the average siamese cat in the mirror didn't look like much. He was still a smidge too short, and a bit too pudgy for my tastes. But I was much more content now. Though standing next to a herculean example of masculinity made it hard to be satisfied. I've seen him crush a watermelon between those beautiful thighs of his, the juice getting . . . everywhere . . .

"-Erik? You listening?" Fuck.

"Sorry, a bit out of it. Had a late night."

"Hm, you should try and get some extra sleep tonight, forget what I said." He says, the dog looking as if his grandmother had died.

"I can nap later, what was it you were saying?"

"Oh, well I wanted to hang out later. Have a pity party and all that, but s'fine, you gotta put your health first."

"Troy, I'm a grrrraaaaaaaad student." I say, groaning a bit at "grad" as I stretch down to touch my feet. "I'm used to a bit of drowsiness."

"Still . . ."

I pull my body up and stretch the other side. "I'll see you at your place tonight. 7-ish?"

". . . . Aww alright, bro if you insist." He says, tail wagging and smiling widely.

We continue with our stretches, me trying to subtly show off my goods. I catch him glancing some times, but it might be to just check if I had the right form. Other times I'm the one checking him out, his bulge heavy and outlined in his shorts. But soon enough, stretching was done and we were off to the main bulk of our workout.

I'd like to say that it was a magical time filled with ball slips and exercise induced erections. But as much as I enjoyed the sight of Troy's muscles straining, his brindle grey fur matted down with a thin sheen of sweat, I also hated arm day. Leg day at least I could say I was doing for the perfect shaped ass for my bottom shenanigans, but other than trying to get some nice pecs, working out my arms felt like a useless and painful endeavor.

Not to mention they always felt like jelly afterwards. It might be worth it if I could take a picture of him mid-workout . . .

"Woah, careful there. You're gonna pull a muscle like that." He says, stepping up to me as I sat in the weird arm torture device. "Ya gotta keep your arm down like this." His paw brushes over my arm, moving closer behind me until a wave of musk hits me. It's so dizzyingly attractive, an earthy and spicy tone that reeked of sex and masculinity. I actually had to lean over a bit, I had gotten fully hard in my shorts in seconds.

It hasn't been the first time something like this has happened. He's helped me a lot with positioning and postures and forms. But maybe it was because it had been a while since I've seen any action past a silicon cock and some sex noises from next door. I could feel his body heat radiating off him and onto my back, his bulge just barely brushing against me.

"Theeere ya go." He says slowly. And lewdly. Though I doubt he meant for it to be anything other than innocent.

I struggle with the rest of my set, and then struggle even more on the other arm. But he cheers me all the way through, which is appreciated.

"Are . . . are we finally done yet?" I ask, panting on the seat.

"Haha, yeah bro, we can finish up today. Let's just do some cool down stretching."

"God damn it." Oops, that wasn't supposed to be out loud.

"Haha! Don't worry dude, it'll feel good, I promise. Besides, less cramps and soreness later seems worth it don't you think?" He says, smiling. And his smile gets wider as I can't think of a retort. At the very least, after we could get to my favorite part. The shower.

We made our way to the locker rooms, him joking and poking and nudging until we started down the hallway, where he got almost conspiratorially quiet. I suppose he must have enjoyed the privacy as well.

"Ohh, next week we should go use the pool, dude! I hear they heat it in the mornin." He says, bright eyed.

"I thought you worked here." I say, with a bit of a smirk. But the moment he takes off his shirt, I have to swallow my sudden mouthful of saliva. Fur matted down with sweat, he was absolutely beautiful. Pecs solid and large, body slightly narrowing down his defined abdomen, lines leading towards his crotch, with a nice treasure trail.

"I used to work here, and mostly as the poor sap sitting at the front desk. And that was before I had a roommate, and was deeeefinitely against school policy. TA-ing s'supposed to be full time along with our classes or some shit." He says, grumbling. "Hmm, now that Alice's gone, I might have to start workin' again . . ."

"You can find another roommate." I say, stripping off my own clothes as we get to our locker. I didn't hesitate at all, stripping off my own shorts and damp underwear in front of the dog. Nor did I hesitate to turn and look at Troy with his balls out, sheath flopping about again. Maybe it was a dog culture thing, but I had found out quickly that nudity and a bit of ogling wasn't something that phased the dog. At the very least he had never said anything before, nor had he tried to cover up.

"Ah, shit. Forgot the towels." He says, letting out a huff.

"You thinking of skipping out on showering?" I ask, a bit disappointed that I might not see the dog nude for as long.

"Nah, I'll just stay extra long in the fur dryer. Towels here just suck." it was true, they were scratchy. We close the locker back up and head to the shower rooms. The floor was thankfully dry and puddle free for now, but we still went to the usual shower heads, right next to each other.

I brace myself as I turn on the faucet, a deluge of frigid water hitting my fur. I couldn't imagine such a cold shower was good for my body, no matter what dermatologists on the internet say. But it felt somewhat nice on my sore arms, the icy spray numbing them. I dunk my head into the stream of water and begin trying to soap up my body as quick as possible with the free soap the gym provided. Not my favorite, but unscented at least.

"Hehe, still not used to the cold showers?" Troy asks.

"I happen to prefer not being a popsicle, thank you very much." I say, a bit indignantly.

"Aww, I didn't mean to tease. Here, lemme warm you up~" He says. Before I can ask him what he means, he slams into me, his wet, hot, muscular, NUDE body grabbing onto mine. "There we go!"

I let out a squeak, whole body tensing up in his grasp. I could feel his heavy balls on my lower back. His thick arms wrapped around my torso.

"Hm, wow, you know I really think all this workin out is payin off bud." He says. I could feel his breath rolling across my ear, his usually loud and boisterous voice lowered to nearly a growl. "Shoulders are getting broader." His hands run across my shoulders, fingers barely touching the crook of my neck. They slide down. "Pecs are real nice too. Other guys like that, I bet."

"U-Um-"

He detaches from me, casually, much to my relief disappointment. "Oh right, right, you haven't had much action lately, huh?" He says.

"Y-Yeah, just been busy and all." I say, trying to cover my rapidly growing erection.

"Ah, that makes sense. S'why I had the agreement with Alison in the first place. Convenient fun, even if she was a bit vanilla . . ." He says, glancing over to me. And despite my prayers, his eyes do lower to my poorly hidden manhood. He does an honest to goodness double take. "Woah! Damn bro you're hung! Bet the guys like that too!"

"Aha, uh, yeah it's hit or miss, don't really use it so it just comes down to if they're insecure or not . . ." I say, stammering and looking down at my feet. "I-I mean it's not even that big! Just seven and a bit. You're probably a lot bigger."

"Well, yeah, but I didn't expect you to be so well equipped. I mean, you're probably as thick as me!" He says, scooching closer to me.

"Uhh, really?" I say, blushing furiously. I look over to the side, and even in the freezing water, my body feels very hot. His sheath was chubbed up. Did I do that to him? Was he turned on?

"Yeah bro! Can I, uh-" He brings his hand down close to my dick, barely a centimeter from touching it. I swallow hard on the thick saliva pooling in my mouth, and nod my head without really thinking. He grips my member, the tip leaking pre onto his wrist. His hand is so rough, and warm, and he's gripping it so firmly. I moan out, legs shaking as my knees begin to wobble. I grab onto his solid arm, but that doesn't deter him from his exploration, squeezing my shaft and slowly rubbing it up and down.

"Damn bro, nice fucking cock." He says, a low growl. Jesus christ he can work barbs, I bite my lips to try and hold back my whimpering. "Kinda leaky, you turned on right now?"

"Y-Yeah, extremely!" I groan out, I can feel my cock spurting out pre right now. Jesus I had never been so turned on in my life, what the fuck.

"Aww, well I gotta help you out now. Would be a bad bro if I blue balled." He says, and he starts stroking in earnest.

My hips begin bucking on their own, his fingers teasing and stroking across my shaft, and lord almighty the way he was rubbing and twisting, paw pads running against the barbs, I was vibrating with how badly I was purring.

I feel my balls pull up, and I honest to god feel myself drooling, tongue lolling out as my dick starts pumping out cum, dribbling out thick jizz in heavy shots, all over Troy's wrist and paw. He doesn't stop or pull back either, tightening his grip and milking me for all I was worth. My vision went blurry for a second, my feet slipping before he caught me with his other paw, holding me up as my climax finally tapers off, my cock still leaking a bit of cum and pre.

"Daaaamn, you must've been pent up. How long since you cum?"

"Uhh . . . last night?" I ask, mindlessly.

"Hehe, wow, pretty nice load size. Though . . ." He brings his cum covered hand up, letting his tongue fall out of his muzzle and lick from his wrist up to his palm. My cock gives a valiant final throb as he retracts his very long tongue, making an audible gulp as he swallows. "My loads definitely beat yours."

He turns off his shower head, and walks around me. "C'mon, you're gonna get sick!" he says, smacking my ass for good measure. Still hazy from frankly being overloaded, I walk out and follow him. I dry off and get dressed. I respond normally if a bit brainlessly as we walk back. And I sit and I think.

Was . . . was this still dog culture???

* * * *

At 7 sharp, I was waiting at his door. Six pack of beer hung heavily at one side, but I barely noticed it with how antsy I was.

In maybe a minute or two if I was being generous, he had made me cum harder than some of the most memorable fucks I've had. Also it's Troy. Bro, jockish, thought-he-was-straight-to-be-honest Troy. Now a straight man might touch his friend's dick. Maybe even jerk him off, like he said being a good bro or whatever! But I really don't think a straight man would lick up another man's cum. But then again maybe it's just a dog thing? Maybe he just eats his own cum so it was instinct?

Maybe I've stood out here for nearly a minute with my hand raised, looking like a fool. I look over my outfit again. A tad-too-tight shirt and form fitting pants. Deep breath in, and out. I finally knock the door.

He opens it soon enough, and his face lights up. He was still in his usual tank top and shorts, though different from the ones this morning. "Hey! You're here, on time as always." He says, ushering me in. I notice it then, the deep musk coming off him, and I immediately regret the pants choice as I start to chub up.

"Oh, sorry if I smell, bro. Had some more energy and went for a quick run. Had to pick up some food and didn't have time to shower." He says, gesturing to the pizza boxes on the table. "If you want, I can go shower or somethin . . ."

"N-No! Uh, no. It's alright. Tonights about you, anyway, do whatever feels right." I say, trying to reel it back in a bit.

"Heh, cool, cool." He says, hand on my back, just a smidge too low. Maybe. "So, we just gonna Netflix and chill for the night?"

So many mixed signals . . .

"Sounds good, I'm down." I say as he nudges me towards the couch and I obediently take a seat. He goes over and grabs some pizza and drinks for us, and I start up the room decorator show we had been watching last time.

I'd like to say of course we fell into our old habits and everything went back to normal naturally. Calling out their questionable choices, making fun of people who straight up ignored the judges trying to help, being scandalized when our favorites were sent to the bottom, or worse yet sent home.

But of course it wasn't the fucking same. Sure I kept up the witty banter on my end, but my mind was on anything BUT interior design!

I don't know if I was being hyperaware, but I was sure that he was teasing me. Spreading his legs until ours barely touched, sitting just a bit closer than usual, arm lifted in the classic sort of romantic arm around the shoulder but not really since it's on the back of the couch BUT IN ORDER TO PROJECT HIS MUSK AND ALPHA PHEROMONES NO DOUBT-

No. All this can be written off as coincidence! Really, I felt silly building this whole fantasy in my head. Just because the big lug had . . . jerked me off. In a locker room shower. And I'm pretty sure he was sporting a semi afterwards.

"Dude you alright?" He asks. I give a little "huh?" as I snap back to attention. "You've been kinda spaced out, still tired?"

"No, no, just a bit uh . . . bored I guess."

"Heh, I get that." He says, chuckling a bit. There's something in his voice I can't really place. Nerves maybe?

"Oh, hey, check this out." He says, fishing out his phone. "I think you'll really like this." He scooches over, definitely touching me now, his side lightly pressed into mine.

He opens his gallery and starts scrolling a bit before clicking on a video of- "Ohhhh~!" Allison's voice rings out from his phone, the image of his cock thrusting in and out of her, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together as the camera shakes with the force of his thrusts. "Ohhh fuck, yes! Baby!!" I bite my lips as I see her own juices squirt out around him, soaking his crotch as he ceaselessly pumps into her.

"So . . . what do ya think?" He says, leaning closer, his voice low and lurid.

"I . . ." I was hard in my pants, I could feel my underwear turning damp with the amount of pre I was pumping into it. "I think you're definitely thicker than me." I take a gulp as I see his knot pounding against her cunt, thick strings of juices and pre sticking to the beautiful, angry red member.

"Hehe, knots don't count, bro." He says. He does something with his phone and the remote, and now the video is playing on the T.V. The whole scenario reminded me of the time I found my dad's porn channels late one night. Of course with some key differences, the biggest being Troy.

I seize up as I feel his hand gently take up my own. He places the paw onto his crotch, and I instinctively tighten my grip around his very hard, very long cock.

"But only one way to find out." He says, and I'm just about ready to cream my pants.

I lick my lips and start stroking him through his shorts. He moans, loud and unabashed. I feel his cock throb in my grip, and a wet spot forms a tip. I glance up, expecting him to have turned back to the T.V., but I flinch back as I see him staring right at me, muzzle extremely close to mine. I wanted so badly to lean forward and make out with the big dog . . .

I feel his hand on my back, making me freeze. I shiver violently as it travels up my spine oh so slowly.

"C'mon, Erik. You gotta get closer, right? To get a good feel for it." He says, hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. I let him, loving the way he manhandled me. Now if only he just gripped my fur a little bit tighter and really push me down, ah well there's always later.

I went the rest of the way, pressing my nose against those shorts, against that big outline of his cock. The heavy scent of his musk that had been turning me on all evening was even more concentrated here. An earthy, spicy, overwhelming musk filled my nostrils and made my brain mush. I start licking and lapping at that cloth covered length on instinct, my own member throbbing and leaking pre like crazy, sore from being so restrained.

I climb lower, hands stroking his massive cock as I locate his balls. I couldn't tell for sure but they certainly felt well proportioned to his shaft. That is to say they were like oranges no doubt, and had even more of Troy's addictive scent.

I felt his hand on my head again, lightly pushing me against his crotch. I moaned at the feeling, putting my free hand on his and pushing it down, praying that he'd get the message to go harder.

He grips my head fur and grinds his crotch against my face, and I groan out, a heavy spurt of pre shooting from my cock and further soaking my underwear. He definitely got the message.

He roughly pulls my head back up, leaving me red faced and gasping for breath.

"Get a verdict yet?" He says, luridly looking all over my face. I felt mortified, but also a bit flattered.

"U-Um, well I think I need to, uh, see it." I say, gulping down the saliva filling my mouth. "The-The fabric, and my face, and uh-"

"I get you, bro. Hm, sounds like a good idea." He says, sticking his tongue out at me. And, Jesus, did I mention how big his tongue is?

He lets me go, and I do go back down a bit, just hovering at his crotch. He hooks his thumbs into his shorts, and slowly pulls them down. It seemed like a sick magic trick. Inch after inch, that cock just had more and more to reveal. Finally, it tapers to a tip, the hard cock finally released and swinging up to hit my chin, splattering me with a good amount of pre already.

I moaned openly at the site of his angry red member, my mouth opening, trying to get it into my throat as quickly as humanly possibly. But, frustratingly, he pushed me back, hand on my forehead.

"Woah, woah! Now I'm always down to fuck that pretty muzzle of yours." He growls out, making me flush at the implication. "But we gotta question to answer! Now . . . strip for me."

I take a heavy gulp, the burning embarrassment from my face spreading to my chest, but I do get up off the couch, meekly looking at my feet as I hook my thumbs in my pants. Much to my dismay, there was a clear wet spot as well, right where my cock snaked down my pant leg.

I quickly try and shake my pants off, before I'm stopped by a low growl. "C'mon, Erik, gotta be sexy about it. Gimme a show." The dog says, licking his lips. Which only really makes my heart race faster. My other hookups had been rushed grindr meet ups, where time was of the essence and tops were only really looking for a warm hole.

I turn around for him, slowly sliding down my pants across my rear, getting a pleased bark from Troy. I slowly bend over, tail lashing about and trying to wiggle my ass at him, desperate to keep his attention.

I let out a groan as I feel his paws grab at my cheeks, massaging them and pulling them apart.

"Damn bro, ass is definitely top notch." He says, leaning closer, his breath brushing against my exposed pucker. Dear lord, if he started eating me out now, I'd cum in a second. "Don't let me interrupt you . . . keep going, kitty."

I bite my lips to stop any (more) embarrassing sounds as I slip off my pants the rest of the way, underwear and all. My cock flops up, stiff and angry red, leaking a thin stream of pre which is honestly a lot more than usual. I feel his nose press just under my tail, getting a sharp gasp from me as I feel him sniff deeply. But I try my best to ignore it and just strip off my shirt, grabbing the bottom as I slowly pull it off my body.

Just as I bring the shirt over my head, I feel his hands trail up my body to my chest, the other on my lower stomach. He pulls me closer to him, his thick member nestled into my cheeks, making me moan submissively and push back.

"Fuuck~" I whine out as I feel him slowly grind his member against my hole, maybe half the massive length resting on my lower back.

"We'll get to that eventually, been waiting a while to pound you silly." he says, making me clench my hole in anticipation.

I shake off the last bits of clothes and turn towards him, and he takes the initiative and lays his own cock just under mine. As expected his is much longer, even discounting the knot that was slowly beginning to form. Still, our respective girths were pretty comparable. But . . .

"I-I still think you beat me, by just a bit." I say, trying to wrap a hand around both our lengths and failing.

"Hmm? I'm not so sure about that." He says, slowly kneeling down in front of me, licking his lips. "Guess I'm the one who needs a closer look." With a little chuckle, he opens his maw wide, before I stop him with a hand on his head. "Too fast?"

"N-No, uh, I just . . . I wanted to suck you first . . ." I say, face fire red at this point.

". . . Ahaha!" He says, effortlessly getting back up to his feet and patting me on the back. "Damn, really been hungry for it huh? Well, I think I got the perfect solution. C'mon."

He turns back, showing off his muscular back and perfect ass, tail wagging fast. I follow him, obediently. He turns the T.V. off and grabs his phone before leading me to his bedroom. All too casually, he strips off his own tank top and throws it off to the side before walking over to his bed. Nestled against the wall, just like mine on the opposite side.

"Get on your back." He says, and I walk over and slide onto the soft covers. "Perfect." And without much fanfare, he climbs over me, until his engorged cock hung over me forebodingly, a drop of pre gathering, enticing me to just lean up and lick it.

He leans up, kneeling back, making me crane my head backwards to keep my eye on that behemoth manhood. From this position I also had his muscular legs on either side of my head, surrounding me in his heat and masculine musk.

"Damn you look good like that, Erik. Mind if I . . ." He trails off, waving his phone. "Just for my own personal use of course. Unless you wanna watch it together~"

I gulp at the idea of him jerking off to a video of me getting my throat reamed by this monster, my own member happily throbbing. Though if I played my cards right he'd be using me to get off rather than his own hands. I give a vigorous nod though, all the same.

"Sweet! Alright now, open wide, bro." He says, a large paw landing on my exposed throat. He brings his cock closer, barely before my muzzle before I open my muzzle as wide as it would go, tongue peeking out to take a lick at his pre soaked tip. I started purring loudly at the taste of the satly, thick pre. He slid into my mouth easily, his manhood filling me and spreading my jaw wide. If I was unsure before, I was certain now that he was thicker than me. A feline's flexibility had . . . many perks, after all.

He starts sliding back and forth, each restrained thrust going deeper and deeper each time. Within seconds he was knocking at the back of my mouth, no more than a third of his length inside my muzzle. I gagged, lightly, but I certainly wasn't a stranger to the sort of cocks that could choke me, nor the people willing to choke me with those cocks.

But I found my throat convulsing as he thrust into it, the girth a new and unexpected challenge.

"Mmm, jesus baby, your throat looks so pretty bulging with my cock like that." he says, maybe more for the benefit of the video, but it certainly kept me rock hard as he continued deeper.

He holds himself still for a second, a good half of his manhood inside me, before pulling out entirely. His cock head leaves my maw, strings of thick saliva sticking to it before snapping off.

"Say hello to the camera, Erik." He says, in a nearly sing song voice.

"H-Hello." I say, voice rough.

"So, first taste of my cock. What do ya think?" He asks, slowly stroking his member. I crane my head back, eyes glued on the slow motion, on the loud, wet sounds. "Big enough for ya?"

"You're the, uh, biggest I've ever had." I say, on the edge of sticking out my tongue just to get another lick.

"Hehe, who woulda guessed." He says, mercifully bringing himself closer, sliding back into my muzzle, slipping back into my throat. He pulls out all the way again, head leaving my whining mouth before thrusting back in, harsher. He continues this new pace, long and slow strokes, sinking in deeper and deeper into my gullet.

"Now what do we got here . . ." He leans over, keeping up his rhythm perfectly as he leans over my body. His hot breath washing over my leaking member, and I flinch as he grasps my cock in one paw. "Looks even bigger up close, bro. Bet it could make a lot of bitches scream."

He licks the head, and actually gets me to scream a bit, before my muzzle is quickly crammed full. I gag harshly on his member, which only gets a growl and him shoving deeper into me. Without any warning, he starts going down on me, his tongue licking and wrapping around my member, teasing my barbs as he bobs his head. I reflexively buck my hips up, which is met by him holding me down with one paw on my lower stomach, and a brutal thrust inward, his knot resting against my lips and his balls covering my face.

It became harder to breathe, with the little air I was getting heavy with Troy's masculine scent. I felt a slurry of saliva and pre leaking out the sides of my muzzles when I couldn't greedily gulp down the viscous fluids. My throat was even starting to get sore from the abuse the dog was dishing out, but combined with him slobbering all over my turgid dick, I was in heaven.

I felt the tingle of an oncoming climax rushing in fast. I tried my best to clench down, but choked on Troy's manhood, forced to inhale that thick, godly musk, his balls smacking my face while he dove down on my own member; I couldn't hold back.

I groaned loudly, length hardening as I actually felt the cum rushing through my cock, white hot pleasure blinding me until a spurt of thick white cum finally erupted from my cock, right into Troy's hungry maw.

I feel tears pool in the corners of my eyes as I gag harshly, his hips still going steady and strong. My orgasms finally tapers off to a few dribbles, and he lets up for a bit, dragging his cock back and out of my mouth before laying it across my muzzle, thick spittle covering it. I lay there panting harshly, though I do let out a bit of a confused moan as I feel his hands nudging my legs.

I get the idea though as he brings my knees up to my chest, getting me to hold my legs myself eventually. I could feel my tail hole exposed to the big dog, and he certainly didn't keep me waiting. I could feel his hot tongue licking from my taint to my hole, leaving something that felt a bit thicker than spit.

It must have been my cum, maybe he hadn't even swallowed any of it.

"Just get right back to it once you're ready, Erik." He says, before promptly diving in, licking and teasing my rim again.

I try and wrap my muzzle around his cock again, but the feeling of his tongue sinking into my hole was a bit distracting. The loud sounds of slurping and licking, the feel of him ramming his tongue deeper and deeper, large enough that I was left gaping when he exited. It was all a bit distracting.

Still, I was nothing if not persistent, lapping and drooling on his cock before he got the message and pushed back into my mouth.

"Mm fuck, man, you're so good at sucking cock!" He exclaims, replacing his tongue with a few fingers temporarily. "But you know . . . I was kinda hoping to dump my first load somewhere else." He presses down on my prostate for emphasis, getting the slightly softened length to throb valiantly, a small pearl of cum leaving the tip.

He leans up off of me, hilting into me one last time before slowly sliding his cock out, phone still in hand, pointed at me.

"Your choice, Erik. Wanna drink my first load? Or would ya rather have me fuck you full of some pups right now?"

"I . . ." I clear my throat, trying to look anywhere but his intense stare, or that camera. "I want you to fuck me."

"Hmm? What was that bro?" He asks, leaning down. "You're gonna have to speak up."

"I-I need you to fuck me, Troy. I need it so bad."

"Mm, I dunno, man. I'm pretty big, and I like it real rough. You think you can take it?"

"Pleeaase, Troy, I've wanted it for so long. I need you inside me." I say, begging him pathetically.

"Hehe, alright Erik, don't say I didn't warn ya." He says. "C'mon," He helps me up and repositions me so that I'm laying on my chest, ass up and facing him. "Mm, fucking nice." He leans down and slaps my rear before gripping it harshly, pulling it back to reveal my hole for one last lick.

"Gonna enjoy this." He says, placing one hand on my back.

I gasp as I feel his tip against my pucker. It slides in without much issue. He grips my hip steady and bucks into me, sinking in a good four or five inches, getting a yowl out of me as his hot cock starts stretching me out painfully. Past the slight burn of the rapid stretching though, I could feel familiar heat pooling in my stomach, my nerves alight and sparking with pleasure as he continued his steady pace in and out of me.

I could feel my own member start to harden up, precum making a small wet spot under me as he continued to bore into me. I grip the sheets onto the bed and push back a bit, and I'm rewarded by him pulling back and starting to jackhammer into me, changing the angle so his cock was really grinding into my little love nut.

I gasped at the sudden roughness, and moaned out at the feeling of his balls slapping into my own, his knot finally kissing my hole as he continued to ream me open. He grabs the back of my head and pushes me into the bed, cheek against his mattress as the fucking only got more and more intense.

He leans over me, forcing his tongue into my muzzle in a rough and sloppy kiss, drooling down my throat and leaking out to soak my face in spit as he relentlessly slammed into me, his behemoth of a cock making my eyes cross as I was overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of having his manhood grind every sensitive nerve into oblivion.

"Gonna cum." He groans out, and that was the only real warning I got before he started to really slam into my poor hole, pulling out to just half way before ramming himself into me, that knot stretching my hole each time.

I was breathlessly moaning, legs feeling numb and shaft throbbing as he pulled me back toward him. With one last thrust, he lets out a low growl and his knot finally stretches me wide, slipping in with a loud schlurp.

The burn of being stretched by the softball-sized knot was only beaten by the waves of pleasure as the oversized thing inflated even more, grinding right down on my prostate and knocking the air out of me.

I actually gasped for breath as my vision went blurry, toes curling at the sudden and intense pleasure, cum shooting from my cock and adding to what was doubtlessly a puddle of pre and jizz now.

"Nggghhaaafffuuuuuuck!" He groans out, snarling as he pushes in as deep as he could, making me squirm as more cum is forced out of my cock. His throbs and grows just a bit more, and my eyes bulged wide as I actually felt him start cumming.

I could feel the deluge of jizz shooting out of him in a vicious, thick stream, the warmth spreading out through me. With each throb of his cock, I could feel more and more cum shoot into me, I felt like my stomach was actually bulging out with how much was going into me. I could even feel some squirting around his fat knot, dripping down my backside and coating my balls liberally with his virile seed.

"Damn! Really needed that." Troy grunted, before slipping a hand under me and lifting me up. I groaned, and then nearly screamed as he propped me up and pulled me against his chest, causing his cock to shift around inside me before I essentially sat down on the spire. "Damn, looks like you needed it too. You made a real big mess~"

There was cum stuck to my fur and coating my cock. But more than that I was actually speechless at the sight of my stomach actually extended slightly.

"U-Uhh-"

"Ah don't worry, man, not like you can actually get pregnant." He says, nonchalantly. "After round two or three, your hole'll probably so loose it'll all leak out, heh."

"Two . . . Two or three?" I asked with a gulp. I clenched down on his shaft, eliciting a groan and confirming to myself that he was just as hard.

"Mmmhm~, gotta make up for lost time." He says, nuzzling the side of my head. "Right . . . bro?"

I feel his cock throb inside me, pressing hard against my sore prostate, sending a weak thrum of electric pleasure through me. By the end of this night I'd probably be coated in his cum, a panting sweaty mess. Hell, given how hard the first round was, I was pretty sure I'd black out by the time he was done with me.

"Yeah, yeah we definitely gotta." I say, licking my lips. I'd have to ask for copies of the vid in the morning <3