Teammates ...for Nudog
"Teammates"
for Nudog
by Tagenar
Damian knocked on the door. He shifted his shoulder bag and looked around the suburban neighborhood. The sun was setting. Streetlights were just starting to switch on. There were no cars in Mory's driveway.
It wasn't like Mory to invite Damian over to help him with history. Mory usually preferred to go to Damian's house. The dalmatian's brother was far less intrusive and his parents left them alone. Not at all like visiting Mory's-his parents always wanted to get involved, and Mory's brother was irritating and loud.
The door swung inward. A rottweiler filled the entrance. He wore boxers and a casual shirt that would've been loose on anyone else, but on Mory it hugged his chest.
"Sup, dal," said the rottweiler, moving aside.
"Hey." Damian stepped through the door. Mory closed it behind him. The house smelled empty. "Where is everyone?"
"Folks left for the weekend with my bro."
"They took your brother?"
"Upstate to look at colleges."
"Oh." Damian walked through the living room and into the hall. "Well, good. Didn't wanna deal with him anyway."
He turned into Mory's bedroom and dropped his bag beside the small computer desk Mory had owned since they were in grade school. Mory followed Damian into the bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe, filling it up.
"Least you don't have ta live with him."
Mory was the biggest dog on the team. Half a foot taller than anyone, as well as wide. His crotch line was easily visible through his boxers. His quads pushed it into the foreground, and the boxers only drew more attention to it. Damian tried not to stare.
The dalmatian felt tiny next to Mory. He never used to, but since they both joined the team he caught himself feeling that way more and more. Mory had a bodybuilder's goal at the age of 17.
"Feel alive again?" said the rottie.
"Oh yeah," Damian said. "After I got some food in me I feel a lot better. You make it to the gym?"
"Fuck yeah I ain't gonna miss a workout."
"Wish I had your stamina. Coach gives us a practice like that, all I wanna do is go home and sleep."
"That's why you're a runner and I'm a tackle."
Mory pushed off the wall and walked into the room. His massive quads heaved his equipment; the flapping member bounced halfway down his thigh. Again Damian tried not to look. It was hard enough to hide his glances in the locker room.
He stood in front of Damian. Now the dalmatian felt really tiny.
"Wanna get started?" Damian said.
Mory reached out and wrapped an arm around Damian, resting his hand just above the base of his tail. The dalmatian gasped and looked up at the rottweiler's muzzle.
Mory smiled warmly. "You try to hide it when you look. It's really cute."
His hand wandered down. His large paw cupped Damian's tight rear. Meanwhile Mory's other paw held the dalmatian by the waist.
Damian shuddered at the touch. His crotch jumped a little. Mory was looking down and he smiled.
"I saw that."
The hand on his hip wandered around to Damian's tight stomach through his shirt. It trailed upwards and felt his flat but solid chest.
"Uh..." Damian panted.
Mory smiled. "I've been looking at you for a long time, too. Wish the school hadn't put those damn stalls in the shower, 'cause every time I see you take off your gear I wanna see what's under that jock."
The words were just now sinking into Damian's head. His hands lifted. He cautiously placed them on the rottweiler's chest. It was as solid as it looked. Damian squeezed. The muscles didn't give, or move around.
"Bet you wanted to do that for a long time," Mory said. He ran his hands over the dalmatian's lithe body.
"Since I joined the team," whispered the dal. "I didn't wanna say anything 'cause..."
"Coach. Yeah. He'd throw us out if he caught us checkin out our teammates."
Damian's hand was still on Mory's chest, unmoving.
"Well, come on. It's just between us, there's nothing wrong. It's cool."
Damian cautiously dragged his palm across Mory's massive pecs. His paw wandered down to his stomach. Damian smiled up at Mory.
"Damn. You're solid."
"So are you." Mory ran his paws up and down Mory. "No jiggle, no fat on ya. Best runner we got. Now I know why." Mory's paws found their way down to the hips. He released Damian, gripped his shirt and lifted it up a little. "Sit down."
Damian backed away and sat on the bed. Mory pulled his shirt up above his abs. His muscles jostled for position, colliding and bulking up with the strain as he raised his arms over his head.
His abs were stacked tight, visible even under his fur. His arms were so large he couldn't bend them all way back to touch his shoulder. He had trouble taking his shirt off; his muscles got in the way.
Finally he worked his shift over his head and tossed it on the floor. His chest stood as far out as his muzzle. Even the slightest movement of the arms made each muscle flex, collide and push up. They were only juniors and he was already that big.
Mory slipped off the boxers. His legs matched his upper body perfectly. Thick calves branching out to massive thighs that intersected at his crotch. And hanging there was the one thing Damian never got to see in the locker room.
His dangling member hung down his thigh. It was thick as Damian's wrist. The dalmatian stared agape. Every time he saw its outline in Mory's jock he assumed he was hard from practice or working out, but it was soft. Always soft.
Mory swung his arms around, crossing in front of him. His muscles moved, collided, squeezed together, puffed out. When they relaxed, they didn't deflate. Damian's muzzle hung open.
Mory grinned. "Stare all you want. I don't mind."
Mory grabbed his limp member and waved it around. It was indeed still soft. His chest and arms twitched and flexed-even the slightest, most subtle motion made his muscles push against one another.
Mory lowered his arms and stepped towards the dal. "Now let's get those clothes off you."
Damian blushed a little. He lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. Mory growled a little seeing the dal's bare chest. He felt his chest and stomach with a paw, now without a shirt in the way. Damian smiled and felt Mory's arms all the way up. They didn't give to the touch.
Mory's paws wandered down to the dal's shorts. He gripped the elastic, stretched the shorts over his hips and pulled them down to the thigh. Damian helped him, lifted his hips up. Mory slid the shorts down the rest of the way.
Damian's member rested on his thigh, too. Thick as his wrist and eight inches long.
"Oh, you're big," Mory said. He reached for it. Gave it a squeeze. "It's soft!"
Damian smiled weakly. He couldn't meet Mory's eyes, choosing instead to look at his chest.
The rottweiler leaned over the dalmatian, pushing him flat on the bed. Their flaccid members lay side by side on Damian's stomach, both neck and neck at Damian's navel. Damian's paws were still on Mory's chest as he went down. They wandered up, felt his shoulders. His fingers traced the separation of the muscles all the way down his arms.
Mory's paws wandered all over the dalmatian's body. He felt the tight stomach and recessed abs through his fur. It was beautiful, feeling a body that had no bulges or contours. Amazing how a lithe body like Damian's could ever hold its own on the field. He started to harden. Damian felt it, and his responded, too.
Mory rubbed his against Damian's. "Mmmm...how big's it gonna get?"
Damian smiled. "I dunno. Never... measured it."
Mory growled, propped himself up on his hands and met his eyes. "Well you're off to a great start, big pup."
Damian blushed again, looked away. His hands wandered up to Mory's shoulders and behind his head. Gently he pulled Mory down and opened his muzzle. He lightly kissed him on the nose. Mory opened his mouth, returned it. Damian's member swelled up quick at the touching of the lips. Mory's grew against it.
Mutually they released each other. Damian finally met the rottie's eyes.
"I've wanted to do that forever."
"Me, too."
Mory raised himself and looked between them. They'd both swelled quite a bit. Mory's was larger, leading the way, quickly approaching Damian's chest.
The rottweiler chuckled. "You're an inch behind me."
Damian smiled and pulled Mory back down. He wanted to kiss him again, but at the last second he turned down. Pushed his nose into Mory's chest. He inhaled his scent. He smelled like he'd just come off an intense workout. It made him seem bigger. Stronger. Damian licked his fur. The muscle underneath was as solid as ever. The rottie's heartbeat rushed through his ears.
Mory leaned on one arm and ran his hand down Damian's thigh. Firm and solid, yet so compact. His paw casually brushed against Damian's growing member. He gripped it. It was filling out slowly, and gradually pushed his fingers open as the dal overtook him. It poked half an inch ahead of Mory's, now halfway between the chest and navel.
Damian looked down his body. "I'm winning."
"Not for long," Mory said. He lowered himself, let his mass push the dalmatian deeper into the bed.
Damian wrapped his arms around Mory's back and held on as he sank. Mory took in Damian's scent at the chest. He inhaled deeper. His tongue came out and lapped up the scent of his teammate. He licked his chest. Then gradually moved down to the stomach, let his tongue feel each of the dal's abs one by one. Finally he knelt upright, straddling Damian.
Their members were equal. As they watched, Mory's overtook the dalmatian's. It slithered up the dal's stomach and thickened to the size of Damian's arm at the bicep.
Mory leaned down, cupped Damian's face in his paws and wrapped his muzzle around the dalmatian's. Damian returned it, and felt Mory from his shoulders down to his hips. He gripped and squeezed, as if searching for some part of him that gave-some piece of his body that wasn't solid muscle-looking for a flaw. When he found none, he eagerly surrendered to it.
Mory sat up again. Damian's had caught up. Both monsters rested on the dalmatian's chest. Both touched the dal's nipples. Mory's rested nicely in the shallow divide between the pectorals.
"Solid thirteen inches," Mory said as It filled out the rest of the way. The veins stood up. The head flared out one final push.
Damian blushed and placed a hand on Mory's chest.
The rottweiler growled as he looked at Damian's matching maleness. "I knew you were hiding something under that jock."
Mory stared at it. Then...Damian's slithered another half inch up. Mory froze and watched. Damian lowered his hands and let them rest on Mory's solid thighs.
It was...
...still growing...
It grew a whole inch past Mory's, passing the dal's nipples. Mory reached down and grabbed it, just to be sure. It still squeezed! It wasn't full yet! Mory glared at him. Damian was blushing and shied away from the rottie's eyes. He focused on Mory's abs. Traced them with his thumbs.
The massive underbelly of a urethra ballooned further and further out. It wiggled up and up. It nudged Mory's out of the crevice between Damian's pecs and made room for itself.
Damian only smiled. Mory's fingers were forced apart even more. He gripped his own member to make sure it wasn't shrinking. Nope. Still the same size. Somehow the dalmatian's was still growing! It expanded to the size of Mory's arm at the bicep! It slithered up and up and...
And touched Damian's nose.
Mory stared at it. He looked from it to his. Damian's was twice as long, twice as thick. He felt tiny next to the dalmatian.
Damian picked up his member and pointed it upright. It reached Mory's muzzle.
"Beep, beep," said the dalmatian, bopping the rottie's nose. He was blushing solid red through his white fur.
Mory growled, grabbed it with both paws and ran his tongue over the head. He had a hard time keeping a grip on it. His fingers couldn't grasp it, and it throbbed so much it seemed to be trying to escape.
"You never measured it?!"
Again Damian couldn't meet the rottie's eyes. "I didn't think it was anything special."
"Special!? This is gorgeous!"
Mory squeezed it with both paws. He licked the head again and again. Pre trickled from Mory's onto Damian's chest. Damian's started to leak as well. Mory lapped it up. He paused and peered down the pole at the dalmatian on the bed.
"You have the same look on your face my older bro did first time he saw it," Damian said.
Mory growled, lay on top of Damian and licked his muzzle. He couldn't lie down on him flat anymore; the dal's penis rolled him off.