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Written by AlexNightmurr.

Story commission for Keniok.

This is a story about two guys finding their love for each other.

During their time at high school, while working out, they often did various 'dares' that might involve jerking off over the race tracks, or the loser spending too long in another's pit.

Now, as adults, they try out one of their 'dares' again and Martom ends up succumbing to his desire for the older deer...

(Btw, about Alex in the thumbnail... He was going to be part of the story, but in the end, he just has a reference - the piece done by lion21.)

Kinks include:

* Musk and pit play

* Jock sniffing

* Romance/character development

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Footnotes

Story commission.

Written by:

* AlexNightmurr (100%)

Commissioned by: Keniok

Copyrighted to commissioner and author.

This is a work of fiction which does not represent the real world. Please be over 18+ to read this work of fiction.

Distributed to author profiles on: Telegram, Furaffinity and Sofurry.

Written: 26/04/2021 - 22/05/2021.

Published: 22/05/2021.

Source of thumbnail art:

* https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30156958/

* https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38375265/

* https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41070864/

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**Role Model**

High school can be a difficult time for most, as is the case with Martom, who was a shy Rottweiler while growing up. Yet despite his shy personality and constantly questioning his sexuality, he's found a passion in sports; on the track team, to be exact.

It is there, in the locker room, where he met his long-time friend, Ralford.

Now that they are grown, their relationship has not broken apart but only gotten stronger. As more and more boys from their school drift away with girls and get married, Ralford and Martom have stuck together like glue.

Against Martom's assumptions, Ralford is not prancing about with some girls, instead he spends the majority of time with him in the gym. Their relationship only strengthened when they moved to live with each other. But Martom harbours a deep, long-lasting attraction towards his friend and it has only worsened as he has gotten older.

It started off as what could only be described as innocence - Martom was a freshman at the time while meeting Ralford, but when the deer took his shirt off, revealing his well-toned, taut abs and body to the boy, a fire lit in him. Since then, he's jumped at every opportunity to see Ralford's body - and that includes through one of their infamous 'dares...'

But many years had passed since then, and Martom is now getting ready to meet his childhood friend and long-time roommate, Ralford, at the gym.

He opened his drawer and slid on his favourite jockstrap with the wolf emblem on it and struck a pose in front of the mirror, stretching his back and legs and seeing just how snugly it fit him.

He only looks good for Ralford. With a smirk, he grabbed his bag and headed out.

--At the gym...

Sweat was pouring off Martom's body.

"Hah.. Hah... You know, if you wanna keep up with me-"

But then he was pushed to the ground by his friend Ralford, a deer that knew how to tackle and how to put people into a headlock good - including his long-time soulmate Martom.

"What's that again? Unlike you, I can't run as fast," Ralford squeezed Martom's head in his musky pit, a playful smirk plastering his face.

"But I sure as hell can pin you down, can't I?"

Ralford squeezed harder and found it strange that he got a response - if this was a normal wrestling session and if they didn't just do three laps around the yard, he'd be scrambling for a way out of his stinky pit. But Martom is just silent - unusually so, until Ralford felt his wet tongue against his hairy pit and scrambled back against the floor in surprise, setting his friend loose.

"Hehe, my tactic worked!" Martom winked and Ralford just rolled his eyes and blushed, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants that came from pinning down his friend and seeing him vulnerable. Ralford waved him off.

"Yeah, yeah... Shower?"

Martom chuckled and pointed at his underarm,

"You need it more than ever, musky boy!"

--In the locker room...

The two boys were standing aside each other, shirts off and chests heaving.

Martom is a lean rottweiler, being 21 years of age and he has formed a strong bond with Ralford ever since he talked to him at practice while Ralford was still a senior at the time.

The two shared an equally nefarious desire to take their workouts to the extreme - whether that being to shove the unlucky loser into a pit, or to bust a load over the race tracks and see if the coach would notice it. This is what would happen during their high school days - and Martom would always be surprised at the sheer amount of cum Ralford would lurch out as he bends to his knees and jerks out a load in such an uncouth manner in front of his friend, face scrunched up and throat growling as chunks of that older sperm hit the floor. It really lit a fire in Martom, and he vowed to bring up the subject again.

There was an odd silence in the room before Martom finally broke it.

"You know... we should get back to do those 'dares' of ours," he said with trepidation.

Much to his surprise, Ralford did not bounce back with a resolute 'no' -- after all, he too had fun with their 'dares', which often involved who could jerk off a load the fattest straight after practice... He thought those silly times were behind him, but he was somewhat glad that Martom brought it up -- after all, it was fun.

"Yeah..."

Ralford looked at Martom with a slight smile and nodded, somewhat shly.

"Yeah. I think that'd be good." His slight smile had turned into a sheepish grin as he saw Martom's face light up and he did a 'yes' gesture, quickly gathering the rest of his clothes, but not before stopping to look at Ralford's heaving and sweaty body.

He spread his paw against his warm fur and his eyes filled with lust, then he simply shook his head and said:

"Not bad bro. See you tomorrow."

--Hours later, in Martom's bedroom...

Despite the fierce practice and wrestling, Martom could not sleep. Perhaps it was because in anticipation of the chance to see his long-time gym buddy Ralford bust out a fat load out of his big cock again. Before he knew it, his body was sweating and a slight flush creeped up in his cheeks and his mind filled with unsavoury thoughts of the deer.

He moaned and brought his paw down to his knotted cock, throwing his sheets back that were already too warm for the summer heat, and started jacking it.

He just can't get him out of his system. The deer's handsome features, his well-built, perfectly toned body...

"Fuck, even his voice..." Martom moaned to himself.

Deep, warm, welcoming... just manly. That's to say nothing of his bubble-butt. How the deer isn't getting tail left right and center, Martom just does not know. Perhaps it's because he likes to save himself... Ah, yes, to save.

Ralford would often say much of that just before one of their 'dares'.

"I've been saving up for this!" he would say just after he finishes his lap, pulling out his cock in the middle of mother nature, for all unlikely passerbyers to see. Then he'd just start stroking.

Martom always wished he had that confidence -- he would often watch his friend and follow suit with him, giving a weak smile as Ralford looks back at him to give a thumbs-up while his other hand is busy jerking his cock, Martom trying to act like he isn't looking at him at all.

Before he knew it, Martom found himself in a pool of his own cum and sweat. Sighing, he reached over for the toilet paper and began cleaning the jizz from his stomach, slurping the few ropes from his hand like candy.

"Yeah, tastes good," he murmured, secretly wishing that he was drinking down the jizz of his jock friend instead. Oh Ralford, indeed... The person he keeps losing cum to. It's not long before he drifts into a deep sleep with lewd thoughts of his friend filling his mind and comforting him.

--The next day...

"Go on, keep pushing!" Martom was encouraging Ralford in the gym who had just pegged it up to 15kg weights recently. Certainly a bold move for someone still on the lean side, bulging biceps notwithstanding.

The two were alone, having arrived early in the morning.

Ralford's fur is dripping with sweat; any guy could get a whiff of him from a mile away. But that didn't bother Martom, whose dick unapologetically throbbed with each sniff he took in of his musk.

Once Ralford finished his set and proudly set down his weights, Martom straddled across him and immediately started swiping his tongue at his pits.

"Whoa, what the fuck bro-" Ralford leaned up to pry Martom off his fluffy pit, but was pinned down by the rottweiler with a determined thump, followed by his ass rutting against the bulge in his sweatpants.

Ralford tried to get up again, but his body gave out to the sparks of pleasure that ran through his body from his friend's frantic, determined pit-munching.

"This... Fuck, ngh- This another one of your dares?"

Ralford asked, but he received no response. After all, Martom can't really talk when all of his face is in his friend's musky pit, his tongue raking in the hairs like a brush.

On the outside, it looked like he was chewing on his pit, his chin rising and falling in a passionate, almost freakish munching motion.

Ralford was experiencing it firsthand after all -- feeling Martom taking each strand of pit fur between his hungry lips, only 'finishing his meal' once his pit was fully matted down with his spit, no longer stinking of the musk that came from the 30-minute workout, but rather the stink of a hungry worshipper who had just cleaned his pit of sweat.

Martom barely had a chance to catch his breath as he pulled out from his friend's pit. Ralford, now gaining a semblance of control, used his friend's head and forcefully shoved him into his other pit.

"You missed this one." He said simply, his voice taking on another tone. Not only that, but Martom could feel his bulge growing and willingly rubbing against the cleft of his ass.

It seems that the two boys have missed their 'childhood games' after all. Either it could be because it is natural to get so horny after a workout, or maybe Martom has had enough of squeezing his cock to thoughts of his jock stud of a friend every night, but two boys were infused with a fiery passion for one another. Like they were rediscovering themselves -- reconnecting their relationship and recalling memories of fun times long past... All through the rusticity of pit-sniffing.

Eat first, talk later. At least that's how Martom reasoned with it in his head. After all, it doesn't really matter if his friend doesn't enjoy it because he agreed to do the 'dares' again. Yeah, that's the excuse he can hide behind. But that thought changed when he felt Ralford's bulge persistently rubbing his ass, the two men wearing sweatpants, yet feeling so naked from this bodily contact.

Once the other pit was fully 'cleaned' of musk, Martom's face was a picture of bliss. His mind has been reduced to an absolute state of worship. He can think of nothing other than moving to the next part of Ralford's body. But he was stopped. He lazily looked down to see Ralford's hand gripping around his wrist and he looked up to see Ralford fixing him with a strange gaze -- nothing like he's ever seen before in all six years that the men have known each other for.

He stood up silently, his impressive bulge straining against his sweatpants just as Martom hoped it would and led him to the locker room - like a parent leading their child. Martom chuckled to himself. It had always been this way -- he was the freshman and he was the senior. For as well as they got along with each other, Martom has always looked up to Ralford and hoped to turn into the man he is. Now he wants nothing more than to worship every single inch of him.

Once in the locker room, Ralford took a quick glance around the surroundings and then slammed Martom up against a locker. The poor rottweiler seemed a bit distraught by this -- in all six years that they've known each other, Ralford has never acted like this towards him!

Ralford's lips twisted into a sneer.

"You're going to tell me what kind of dare was that, little boy."

Martom hasn't been called Ralford's 'boy' in years.

"I-I er... I'm..." Martom struggled to put together words.

Then Ralford forced his lips around Martom, their muzzles intertwining. Martom was shocked, his hands bracing against the locker as he held himself up - only for Ralford to wrap his arm around his back, shoving him even closer to his bare body, so much so that Martom's leaner chest was pressing against Ralford's bulkier, sweatier one.

"Well, I thought it was fucking hot." Ralford moaned as he made out with Martom, the two men wrapping their arms around each other and holding each other close, sweaty shirtless bodies pressed up firmly together, their growing bulges rutting against each other making them hornier by the second.

Ralford popped out of Martom's mouth and said:

"I fucking love you, bro."

Then Martom was the one to attack Ralford's mouth this time and wrap his arms around him with love, groping his back muscles and getting off over rutting his hard bulge against him.

"Mmphhh... Oh... You fucking stud..."

Ralford chuckled and let out a wry smile in the middle of their kiss, spit connecting their muzzles.

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Yes you fucking are," Martom pressed on, wanting to confess his attraction to him since they met.

"God, I've blown so much cum to you."

Ralford swallowed nervously and blushed.

"E-Er, really...?"

"-And it was so fucking hot when I got to know you in high school, it's like a gay boy's dream come true," Martom kept whining like a puppy as he continued his confession.

"I would honestly let you do anything to me, you sexy beast."

As Martom stopped talking, there was an unusual air of silence in the room -- until the two men broke it from ravenously hounding at each other's bodies like beasts.

As Ralford moved to swipe his friend's sweatpants off, he stopped himself and surmised that perhaps the public locker room isn't such a great backdrop for hardcore worship.

"Let's go home," Ralford said, with Martom agreeing, once the erections in their pants wilted of course...

--At home...

Once they arrived at home, Ralford rushed up to his bedroom and beckoned Martom to follow him.

Once inside, Martom was treated with Ralford's muscular ass swaying from side to side teasingly. It looked like he was getting something out of his drawer.

"What are you doing?" Martom frowned.

Then the deer turned around and showed him a box with the words "Rogue Fang" on it.

Martom recognised this brand, but not for the reasons you'd expect. After all, he mostly fapped to the wolf he saw on the internet that was wearing the behemoth jock. Something that came with the caption of:

"Hey, my wolf roommate is wearing the behemoth jock and he asked how he looks?! If only he knew I get off to him plowing pussy in the other room every day! What a stud!"

Martom's eyes widened and his gaze darted down to his friend's crotch, where he was now wearing a jock with a deer emblem.

"Well, what do you think?"

Ralford striked a pose, stretching his legs and stretching the fabric of the jock around his dick, making sure it fit all snug and secure around his junk.

Martom swallowed and managed out a simple,

"Y-Yeah. Christ- I mean, yeah, looks great..."

Ralford recognised the boy's surprised look as the same look he had when he first met the senior.

"So..."

Martom looked up at him, seeming a bit shy.

"You're saying you've had a crush on me since you were a freshman?"

Martom meekly nodded and rummaged through the box, drawing attention to the behemoth jock.

"Ah, yes, the behemoth one... I bought it after I saw this wolf model in it." Ralford said.

Martom laid the behemoth jockstrap across his nose and collapsed back onto the deer's bed.

Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and smelt deeply of the lingering scent on the jockstrap. Definitely smelt of spunk -- Ralford's spunk, which just made Martom throb even harder in his pants.

Only when he felt Ralford shuffle down his sweatpants did he snap out of his reverie.

Then the deer's lips enclosed around Martom's needy cock and he was in heaven while snorting a generous helping of his crush's musk with his jock flat against his face.

Ralford, in-between sucking Martom's thick knotted cock with a surprising amount of dexterity, looked up to see his friend powerfully inhaling his intoxicating scent and decided to take it up a notch, purposefully pushing his hand down to suffocate him on his jock and musk.

"Hrrgghhh... fuck..."

From being short on breath, and the deer's musk running throughout his system, Martom came to a messy finish inside Ralford's mouth.

But that was not all, seconds later, Ralford slid off Martom's thick cock, thudding back to his stomach with a wet flop and flipped the unsuspecting rottweiler over.

"Giddy up boy, I'm taking you for a ride."

Martom almost burst out in laughter at the unimaginable cheesiness of that line. But, deep down, a smile crossed over his face.

"He's such a dork," he thought, only to be proven otherwise once he felt Ralford slam his hips into him, forcing air out of his chest.

"Holy shit!" Martom cried, his hole stretching around his cock, searing with pain, but mixed with pleasure with each deep-dicking thrust Ralford takes inside him.

He soon found himself craving the feeling of the older fur's legs pressing against his butt as he hilted his larger, older cock inside him, sparing the boy no expense.

"I gotta give the little fags what for," Ralford grunted, making Martom's cock hard as a rock in seconds from dirty talk. He's really hitting the nail on the head -- or, to be more apt to the situation, really hammering his cock against his prostrate as Martom's fantasies of being raped by a homophobic senior jock plays out in his head.

Hell, right now, it couldn't be any closer to the real thing. He's snorting Ralford's jockstrap while getting pounded by him, he constantly hears obscentinity after obscenity into his ear, all backed up by powerful, focused thrusts, powerfully grinding his smaller ass into the bed and making sure that the younger fur knows his place on the food chain.

"Jocks first, freshmen... hrgh... Last." He said with a chuckle as his body heaves and pants from the laborious act of raping a freshman down to the ground.

"Ready for your cum, new kid?" Ralford said while wiping his brow.

Martom cried out in bliss, his ass clenching around Ralford's older cock and absolutely begging for his semen.

"Yes, please, please, fill me up with that homophobic stud jizz! Fuck! Show me how much better you are than me, degrade me into a broken, crying mess! Rapebait like me deserves it!"

His face changing and fangs baring, Ralford unloads himself inside Martom's hole and growls out in satisfaction.

"Fuck.. I don't think I would be able to tell the difference if I raped you like this earlier."

Martom shook his head.

"No, that's right. I've always kept my virginity for you."

Ralford chuckled and collapsed onto Martom's back, wrapping his arms around him as he used his legs to hike the bedsheets above them and wrap themselves under them.

"Wanna make out with an older jock?" Ralford said seductively, prompting a girlish moan from Martom.

"I've wanted this since high school."

Despite the deep-dicking and harsh roleplay that just went on earlier, the two made out like long-lost lovers, carefully appreciating each other's bodies and faces before drifting off into a deep sleep into their embrace.

**Role Model: End**