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It had been a long, grueling week, and Mel finally had some time off to go to the beach with several friends of his. It was a rare occasion that the young man was able to get out; he usually spent his days working or sleeping. On his days off he enjoyed staying at home, cooking for himself and playing the few games that he liked. Today, however, was different, despite his protests.

His friends had insisted that he join them (again, despite his various protests), dragging him into one of their buddy's cars, loading up on food and heading out to the beach. He was joined with two of his friends; Tangerine, a Golden Retriever, and Joel, a white Doberman.

Mel was quiet the whole way, looking more sullen than his excited friends. Tangerine, the life of the party, wagged her tail the whole way, even making a point to stick her head out the window a few times. She spotted their friend's expression after a while, and quickly spoke up to him.

"Aww, c'mon, Mel! This is supposed to be fun!" She said, not succeeding to get his gaze away from the window. "We used to love the beach when we were kids!"

"I know, I know," Mel muttered, fixing his seat belt nervously. "I just didn't want to be out today, is all." He paused, glaring at the two other dogs in the front seats. "I thought I made that perfectly clear."

"Hey, don't blame us!" Joel spoke up, crossing his arms. He feigned being offended, his tone giving that away. "We're not the ones who hole up after work and don't talk to anybody unless they have to."

"Yeah, exactly." Tangerine agreed, her carefree expression taken over by something that seemed a little more serious. "And we're not gonna let you rot in that place of yours."

Mel exhaled. He knew that there was going to be no winning with them.

The car ride didn't last as long as he would've anticipated. Tangerine and Joel were out as soon as they parked, taking their things out to bring down to the sand. Mel, however, stayed in the car, hoping that maybe they wouldn't take long and he could just stay where he was.

"Mel, come on!" Joel urged, opening the car door he was leaning against. "You can't exactly stay in the car the whole time."

"Watch me," He said defiantly, grabbing the handle and shutting it harshly. Joel's ears twitched at the noise, and he glanced to Tangerine. The two shared a shrug and Joel leaned down to the window, looking at their pouty friend.

"Well, have it your way!" He said teasingly, standing right back up. "Don't complain if you get too hot, though."

Of course, the three of them knew that the car would get too hot for him eventually. Tangerine and Joel walked off, leaving Mel alone. Mel exhaled, relaxing at the quietness of the car for a few moments. He took out his phone to pass the time, stretching out his legs on the back seat to get comfortable. Things were fine for the first few minutes, just up until the sun began to shine through the clouds--directly through the window. Wincing, Mel growled, shifting around so his back was to the light source.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, and it was hot. Mel wiped the sweat from his dampening forehead, wincing with every breath. It quickly became unbearable, and then, as if to make things worse, his phone died. Letting out a noise of defeat, he shifted agitatedly from his spot in the back to the door, opening it. The air outside was much cooler, and he inhaled sharply, quickly trying to cool himself down.

So much for that plan.

Taking his swim trunks from the bag he brought, he quickly took off his clothes and pulled them on, irritated about the entire event. He was not looking forward to this.

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"Well, look who decided to show up!" Tangerine said cheerfully as Mel walked towards the two who had already set up on the sand. A giant white and blue umbrella was secured into the ground, and a large pink blanket had been laid out. The Golden Retrevier had already dug into a sandwich that had been packed, and she offered it to Mel.

"Wannabite?" She asked, mouth full.

Mel looked at the slightly soggy, overly-condimented sandwich and winced lightly. "Uh, no. Thanks."

Sitting down on the blanket, Mel looked around. The beach was empty--he was thankful for that, it was most likely because it was a weekday. Were they the only ones there? He wasn't sure. After he had sat down, Joel and Tangerine took to the water, Tangerine visibly the most excited about it. He declined their offer to join them; he never felt comfortable swimming around other people. He always looked ridiculous, especially when his large ears got wet.

He watched his two friends romp around for a little while, bored and somewhat unamused. Mel scanned the area, studying the dense forest that surrounded the beach they were on. He knew there were some hiking trails--that seemed more fun to do than to swim.

"I'm gonna go explore the area," He shouted to his friends, who looked confused, but waved him off nonetheless. Standing, he left their little setup, mentally marking where they were. He'd get hungry eventually; he'd come back then. Walking across the hot sand, he reached the grass after a few moments, and began making his way to the treeline.

The forest was thick with various trees; anywhere from maple trees to weeping willows. It was a perfect place to relax and think, exactly where Mel wanted to be. Entering it under two trees, he looked around. It was much darker than the main area of the park and the beach; much calmer. He could faintly hear the waves crashing and some seagulls up above, and--

Growling?

Mel froze. Growling? Why did he hear growling? Moving slowly behind some trees, he surveyed his surroundings, hesitant to move forward. It seemed to continue, and it didn't seem aggressive. Curiosity taking over, he finally decided to proceed, and walked deeper into the foliage towards the noise. Finally, he reached it, and he wasn't exactly sure what to think.

There, on a fallen tree, sat a huge German Shepherd. Tail swishing lazily, the stranger held his cock in his hands, pumping away at it from the tip straight down to the swollen knot. From the look of it, he had been at it for a while. His fur was damp from what Mel assumed had been swimming, and sweat. Another growl escaped him, and he tilted his head back, fangs bared.

Mel hadn't seen anything like it--not in person. He watched, mesmerized, his claws digging into the tree he was hiding behind. Blinking a few times, he shifted, already feeling himself slowly unsheath against his will. He knew he should've just turned around; this was not something he was supposed to be watching! But--before he could, a deep, threatening voice met his ears.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

Mel's heart fell through his stomach, and his head snapped up to look at the shepherd. He was staring directly at him, cock still in hand, his eyes piercing through him. The small dog was frozen in fear. What would this huge dog do to him? Would he hurt him?

"Well?"

Mel swallowed. "I'm..." His voice failed him for a second before he could finally find it again. "...Mel."

"Why were you watching me?" He asked blatantly, looking more annoyed than anything. "Were you planning on helping?"

"H-help?!" Mel squeaked out, his eyes going as wide as saucers. "I--I don't--You--"

The shepherd smirked, returning to what he was doing. This time, his gaze didn't leave the small dog that had been watching him. Mel suddenly felt exposed, ashamed, dirty. He was watching a stranger get off while his friends were only a few feet away on the beach! Glancing back at the direction he came from, he realized there was no possible way for them to see or hear him, and...wait, no, what was he thinking?!

"I can't help you," Mel said lamely, failing for words. The shepherd laughed a little, looking him over.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, looking at Mel's swim trunks. Mel glanced down and blushed hard under his fur once he realized that he was completely unsheathed, and pretty obviously, at that. Shifting, he failed to cover or hide himself, a quiet whine coming from his throat.

"I don't--!"

"Come here," He offered, pausing what he was doing to sit back on the log, spreading his legs. Mel, curious despite his internal moral conflict, approached. The shepherd was much larger close up, in more ways than one. He vaguely wondered if he was part wolf--he was just so--huge.

Mel's eyes wandered from the shepherd's to his member, a little in awe of how large it was. Glancing up to him again, the other man nodded, smirking at him still. Carefully, Mel took him into his paw, still a little shocked at how quickly everything was unfolding.

"Good boy," The shepherd praised, putting his own paw on Mel's head to pet him. He didn't seem threatening, just--extremely bold. Mel took his time working his paws on him, copying what he had seen him do earlier--all the way up to the tip and straight down to the knot. His knot was huge as well--just like the rest of him. Using both paws, he squeezed it lightly, earning a soft moan from the large male. Swallowing nervously, Mel continued masturbating him, looking up at his face.

"What's your name?" He asked quietly, unsure of what else to say. The shepherd grunted, swishing his tail.

"Benjamin," He growled, the grip on Mel's head tightening slightly. "Use your mouth," Benjamin said breathlessly, and Mel obeyed. His tongue came into contact with the tip first, lapping up a string of precum that had trailed down to the middle of his shaft. The large male growled again, and Mel was urged on by the twitching of the cock against his tongue. Running his tongue from the base of his knot back to the tip, he carefully parted his muzzle and let him in. Benjamin took this as an invitation and bucked his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into his mouth. He thrust again, slipping into his throat, causing the small dog to choke on it slightly.

"Fuck-!" Benjamin cursed, using both of his paws to hold Mel's head carefully. Mel bobbed his head slowly, trying to get used to accommodating such a large member being lodged in his throat. Benjamin had obviously already been close when Mel had found him, so it didn't take long. A few minutes and a few good final thrusts down his throat, and the shepherd growled loudly, his load filling Mel's throat without warning.

Mel choked on it just as he had done to his member initially, the thick release coating his throat and his tongue. Mel did his best to swallow everything he could; he didn't dare get any of it on his fur or his swim trunks. How would he explain that? Benjamin's orgasm lasted unbelievably long before he finally let Mel's head go. He pulled off of his cock, coughing and gasping for air.

Benjamin leaned back, trying to catch his breath. The two sat there in silence for a good while, before the shepherd chuckled, smirking down at the smaller male.

"Well, that was an unexpected surprise." He said lowly, eying his new friend. Mel scoffed a little, wiping a small dribble of cum from his muzzle.

"You're telling me," He muttered, looking at the substance now on his paw. He licked it up without a second thought. As he did so, Benjamin's paws were suddenly on Mel, carefully shoving him onto the soft grass next to the fallen tree. Mel yipped, looking up at the shepherd with wide eyes.

"What are you--"

"I think I should repay the favor," Benjamin spoke lowly, reaching for Mel's swim trunks Pulling them down to his ankle, he exposed the smaller dog's unsheathed member; hard and sore from the lack of attention. Mel swallowed nervously, but didn't complain. He watched as the larger male lowered himself, muzzle directly above his cock, the smirk he had worn the entire time still there.

What had he gotten himself into?