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Drew leaned forward on the bar counter, resting his head into his paw and staring down blankly at the polished wooden countertop. The dive bar he frequented was mostly empty at this point, save for a few other regulars that he had often seen around, but rarely interacted with. The gray wolf wore his usual get-up, a black leather jacket, and dark blue jeans, with a pair of riding boots on his feet. His hair was swept up in a mostly tidy fauxhawk.

A group of out-of-towners had just left, a group of about 6 attractive women who seemed to be enjoying their night out, plenty intoxicated. Drew had thought he finally had a chance to get lucky when he caught one of them eying him up from across the bar. Upon approaching, however, the wolf woman's expression soured, and she quickly came up with an excuse to return back over to her friends, leaving Drew to sit by himself yet again.

He tapped his claws in a small rhythm on the bar top and idly stared across the bar to a cheap flat screen playing late-night sports, which looked to be cornhole. _Thrilling. _

The wolf sighed and took a swig of his beer, setting it back down on the bar with a soft clunk.

He knew why the woman had suddenly lost interest in him, it happened any time he thought he was making progress. It made him unreasonably angry, perhaps the alcohol bringing out something ugly in him.

Ugh. Does nobody appreciate the scent of a real man anymore? It's not even THAT bad tonight.

He thought to himself, the corners of his lips pulling back slightly into a small snarl. He pulled the collar of his shirt up and stuck his muzzle into it, taking a quick sniff check. His eyes squinted, coming to the verge of tearing up from the intense scent that he often refused to do anything about.

_Maybe it is that bad. _

He removed his muzzle from his shirt and wiped his eyes with his wrist. He took a deep breath to cool his emotions and looked back idly at the flat screen. His mind began to wander, fluttering indistinctly to various random ideas and concepts. Cornhole, beer, how work was going, the sound of a door opening, how touch starved he had been for the past few weeks, the bartender, the wolf lady and her friends, how good it would be to finally find a partner who didn't mind his scent. His eyes began to narrow a bit, his mind drifting off further and further.

"Wow, cornhole? They'll put anything on TV these days!"

Drew was suddenly jolted back to reality by a loud and rather chipper voice right next to him. He looked over to see a tall canine man, what looked to be a Belgian Malinois. He sat on the bar stool next to him and waved down the bartender to order a whiskey, which was swiftly poured and paid for.

As the glass was slid in front of him, he took a big swig of it and sighed in satisfaction, a smile on his face. He was decently attractive, Drew thought, but he was in a sour mood from his previous rejection. He wasn't about to set himself up for yet another failure.

The wolf kept his gaze away, looking away from the other canine, but he saw the malinois lean closer to him in his peripheral vision.

"Hey, buddy. You a regular here?" The dog asked with that smile on his face and his tail wagging. Drew looked back at him with a forced, awkward smile and nodded.

"I uh... I suppose I am, yeah." Drew responded, reaching for his glass and taking a sip of his drink. It was awkward, but the canine continued the conversation regardless.

"Is it always so quiet? I thought this part of town would have much more activity. At least that's what it seemed like, driving through." He said as he took a look around the mostly empty dive. Curiously, Drew thought he saw the dog's nose moving... Twitching, even, but he wasn't sure.

"Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. Depends. Where you from?" Drew asked, trying to be polite by continuing the conversation.

"I'm police from the next town over. The name's Mr. Woods, although my friends usually just call me Woods." He spoke, introducing himself with a friendly smile.

"Drew." The wolf responded shortly, tapping his claws against his glass. Woods continued.

"I had some errands to run here after a late shift and couldn't help but notice... Er... How to put it..." Woods trailed off, seeming unsure how to word the last part of his sentence.

Drew's eyes focused on his face as the canine trailed off in thought, and he was sure of it this time. Woods' nose was indeed twitching. He decided to press a little bit.

"Yeah? You smell something in here, or something?" Drew asked, raising an eyebrow. Woods' eyes widened, still smiling brightly. He nodded up and down a few times.

"Yeah! That's it. A good smell. All the way from outside."

Drew blinked. "Oh." He didn't know how to respond to that, but he had a weird suspicion rising in his head. It was probably wishful thinking, combined with the alcohol.

"In fact, I think it's coming from you." Woods said, his tail wagging even faster.

Drew felt a hot blush on his cheeks, and he scratched his claws through his hair, leaning forward into the bar. His suspicions were confirmed.

"You... What? From me? You like how I smell?" He spoke quietly, keeping his voice down. He awkwardly looked away from the canine as a mix of emotions rushed through him. _Embarrassment, bewilderment, uncomfortable... and immediately horny. _

Woods took a sip of his whiskey and set down his glass before he sheepishly smiled, tilting his head from left to right.

"I guess that's a weird thing to say, huh? Sorry buddy. I can't help it. This nose of mine picks up way too many scents; I can't help but follow it from time to time!" The malinois spoke.

"Er... Most people find my scent awful." Drew explained shyly, staring down at his now almost empty pint glass.

"Heh. I guess it's subjective. But look at you. You're dressed up all nice and cool. Got a nice slick haircut." Woods leaned into the counter, resting his cheek on a paw, tilting his head as he continued to speak, almost smugly. "...and yet you smell like a canine-only locker room. Almost as if you like it that way. Au naturale, hm?"

Drew's blush burned even hotter, and he immediately downed the rest of his beer, putting the glass back down with a small thud.

What the hell...? Am I being flirted with? Because of my scent?

The wolf took a closer look at the dog. He didn't seem to be expecting a response as he took another sip of his whiskey and sighed in relief just after. Looking at him closer, Drew confirmed he was actually rather attractive... Well-groomed, fit. Woods suddenly spoke up again.

"Well... At least, that's my guess. Feel free to tell me I'm wrong." He said, again with a decidedly smug smirk on his muzzle.

Drew was just about to respond when the bartender's loud voice cut him off.

"Closing in ten, y'all." He spoke as he walked past the two, leaving the bartop to wipe off some tables towards the back of the building.

"Aw! I was just getting started. I guess they close early around here." Woods said, staring at his glass for a moment before taking another sip.

There was a long pause. Drew spoke up, perhaps the alcohol sharing more words than he usually would sober.

"...You're not wrong. About my scent." He said. Woods didn't seem surprised.

"Yeah, I figured I wasn't. I've got a nose for this kind of thing." He said with a slight chuckle. "It's a shame, though; I'd have loved to keep you company longer. You do smell quite nice."

Drew paused for a moment, tossing the question around in his mind a few times, debating on whether he should or shouldn't ask it. He hadn't entirely made up his mind just yet when, once again, he spoke faster than he thought.

"I've got drinks back at my place. You interested?"

Woods looked surprised, but his expression quickly shifted back into a friendly smile, looking back at the wolf.

"Really now? I mean, we've only just met."

"Only if you want. No pressure, really." Drew explained as he averted his gaze, instantly regretting the question. He braced himself for yet another rejection, and another night in alone when Woods downed the rest of his whiskey and responded.

"If it means I get to spend more time with this handsome, nice-smelling wolf... Then how could I say no?"

--

The two canines finished off what little remained of their drinks and headed out before the bar closed for the night. They decided to walk over to Drew's place; it was close enough, about a 15-minute walk through a heavily wooded part of the small town. A few small, run-down houses with overgrown, messy yards were sprinkled along the road. The crickets chirped loudly, and a good amount of pale moonlight illuminated the sidewalk.

It was an uneventful walk, and ever so slightly awkward, at least it was for Drew. Woods kept his usual upbeat expression and way of speaking the entire way there, asking a few questions on the way.

"So, Mr. Drew, what do you do for work? Probably something physical, if I had to guess." Woods asked.

"Er... Yeah. I'm a tower climber. Mostly to change bulbs or do inspections on cell towers." Drew spoke, gazing up at the starry night sky through the trees as he spoke.

"Oh, wow! Guess you're not afraid of heights, then. And working alone too, I presume, or else you'd probably have coworkers complaining about that scent of yours, yeah?" He asked with his usual upbeat tone. Drew couldn't help but scoff and look back over at him as the two walked in the dim light.

"You're a real scenthound, aren't you? Seems to be all you can think about."

"Hmm. Guilty as charged! But you don't seem to mind all too much, taking me back to your place and whatnot!" Woods spoke, his brown eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"That's true. To be honest, you might be just what I need." Drew spoke quietly, almost as if it were to himself.

I really hope you know what you're getting into...

--

The two arrived at Drew's place shortly after, making some light flirty conversation on the way there. Drew felt himself getting flustered from the happy-go-lucky demeanor of his new partner, who teased him about his scent more than anyone he had fooled with before. He'd probably be a bit self-conscious if he wasn't so turned on from it.

The two stood before a decent enough single-wide, with a dented gray sedan parked out front. A dim, warm glow shone through the bottoms of the windows, and a few slightly overgrown potted plants brushed against Drew's shins as he climbed the single step to unlock the door to the trailer.

"Seems cozy!" Woods spoke as he stood behind Drew, his tail wagging. Drew simply nodded, unlocking and opening the thin door, stepping inside, and letting Woods follow behind him.

Woods stepped in and closed the door behind him, taking in the interior. It was modest, with a small kitchenette, a dining area, and a couch in front of a TV that took up most of the space. Two doors in the back led to a bedroom and bathroom, and a few small nightlights dimly illuminated the floor and walls in a warm glow. The walls were covered in floral wallpaper, slightly ragged in some areas.

Drew walked over to a small kitchenette and grabbed his bottle of cheap whiskey from the counter, pulling out two red plastic disposable cups from a cabinet.

The sight was cozy enough for Woods, but he couldn't help but notice something much more interesting to him: the smell. It reeked in here, far more than just a typical lived-in smell. The scent of the wolf seemed to permeate everything, much more so than most other places Woods had visited. He couldn't help but comment.

"Oh, man. It smells incredible in here!" Woods said as his nose twitched, no longer hiding his heavy sniffing of the air. He approached the couch and had a look, quickly noticing several stains from various fluids, most of them looking to be cum. It seemed the wolf had little regard for the cleanliness of his furniture. Woods stared down at the stains and couldn't help but resist a soft murr. He had a thing for messy partners.

Drew had his back turned as he got ice from the freezer, his tail swaying slowly from the comment.

"Oh, yeah? I hardly smell anything. Guess I'm used to- Huh?!" The gray wolf was cut off when he suddenly felt something press into the seat of his pants. He twisted and turned his head to see Woods pressing his nose into his ass, taking a deep huff, panting slightly between his breaths. "D-Dude!"

Woods kept his nose buried under the wolf's tail as he spoke. "Sorry, buddy. I just couldn't help it. Your scent is so strong... Forget the drinks; this is all I need."

"God damn, man... We just got here! You're a freak. F-fuck..." Drew spoke, his legs shaking slightly from the spike of adrenaline and lust that surged through his veins. He found someone into raunchy scents, just like he was. The musk he had built up for weeks was finally paying off, and it wouldn't just be him savoring it this time. His cock throbbed in his sheath, and he growled deeply with arousal. "Hang on, man. Let me... finish this. Then you'll get all you want and more. Promise." He said, speaking slowly and methodically, trying his best to resist his immediate urges.

Woods took another deep huff before he slowly backed off, nodding slowly. "Right. Sorry... Canine instincts and all that. Can't help it sometimes, hehe." For the first time all night, Drew thought he heard impatience in the malinois' voice.

Drew took a breath and finished pouring a drink for himself, taking a big swig of it, clenching his eyes shut from the burn in his throat for a moment, waiting for it to pass. As soon as it did, he turned and put his drink down on the kitchen counter and crossed over to the couch, sitting down and spreading his legs and sprawling his arms out. No time to be shy...

"Alright, man. C'mere." He said, utilizing the liquid courage as best he could.

Woods quickly obeyed, almost diving to his knees and sliding over to Drew's crotch, burying his nose in the fabric, taking deep huffs of the scent. His paws lingered on the wolf's thighs, gently rubbing into them as he took in the strong musk. Drew felt his face get hot, and he looked away, trying his best to look aloof for his partner.

"Not wasting any time, huh?" He asked. Woods shook his head, keeping his nose in contact with the fabric of his pants the whole time.

"Can't help it. You really, really stink... Let's get these pants off. They're in the way." Woods said, sliding his paws up to unbutton the wolf's jeans. Drew's ears twitched, and he lowered his paws down to stop him and looked him in the eye for a second.

"You're right, man. But just a word of warning. I really, really stink. This ain't your usual after-workout funk. I wear these thick pants to cover up the scent." He spoke, pausing for a moment before continuing. "It's not clean down there. So uh. Fair warning. You cool with that?"

Woods didn't respond. Drew tilted his head in curiosity and noticed that the canine was drooling from his jowls, his eyes slowly lowering back down to his crotch.

"Cool with that?" Woods repeated, almost sarcastically. He pushed Drew's paws away and yanked the wolf's pants down, exposing a stained jockstrap underneath that was barely able to contain the wolf's sheath and balls. Woods pressed his nose in and took another deep sniff, and exhaled shakily. "I think I hit the jackpot. You smell... incredible." The dog spoke, murring deeply as he inhaled the rank scent of unwashed wolf crotch.

"Let's hope you still think that when I'm all the way out. But fuck, dude... Glad there's still people out there that appreciate some nice raw man scent." Drew said as he relaxed his shoulders and spread his legs a bit for Woods.

Woods continued to sniff at the stained fabric for a short while before impatiently slipping Drew's jockstrap down his legs, revealing his dark-colored, furry sheath underneath. It was incredibly thick, with the tip of his canine member peeking from the entrance. An almost absurdly fat pair of wolf balls dropped from the strap as well and hung low below his dick, an almost steamy haze of intense masculine stench emanating from them.

"Hell, you're huge..." Woods spoke with wide eyes.

The scent-driven malinois couldn't help but press his muzzle right against the balls, wiping the scent on his face before he lapped slowly against their hefty weight, savoring the unique taste of the sweat. It lingered a bit on his tongue, and he let it sit as he continued to huff. Woods noticed something else in the scent, however. Something much sharper and more intense, more so than typical sweaty musk.

The dog's tail wagged as he raised a paw to the sweaty sheath and began to stroke it gently, making Drew sigh in pleasure.

"Hrrf... Fucking hell, man. Been too long since someone else's paws were on there." He spoke as his footpaws gently scratched at the laminate flooring in front of Woods' knees. There were some wet slipping noises as the dog continued to stoke, the wolf dick already extremely slick under the sheath. Woods' pawing served to coax his member out, and the sharp scent he noticed got much more intense.

"Buddy... When's the last time you got this monster out of your sheath?" Woods asked, entranced by the smell as he continued to expertly stroke and coax more fat canine meat out. He sniffed the length as it emerged, the heavy, musky scent far harder than what he was accustomed to.

"It's been... maybe a week or two. Why?" Drew responded evenly. Woods began to drool once more as the shape of his thick length began to taper back right above his knot.

"And the last time you washed?"

"I told you, I don't wash. I don't remember the last time." The wolf said, just before groaning in pleasure as Woods was able to slip his knot all the way free.

The malinois' eyes widened as he took in the massive, veiny knot. It was completely covered in a slick layer of smeg that got lighter towards the middle of the wolf's shaft. The filthy dog dick reeked like nothing else Woods had smelled in years, and it was enough to make him whimper audibly. The dirty dog immediately shoved his nose right under the unclean knot, taking sharp inhales of the acrid, somewhat fishy scent, beginning to pant heavily as his eyes narrowed in perverse pleasure.

Drew blushed hard and couldn't help but grit his teeth, covering his nose with his paw from the intense stench of his own cock.

"Holy fuck, dude... You like that?" Drew asked in shock, his length throbbing and spurting some pre down his length. He knew he wasn't clean, but the stench of his smegma had never been this bad before. He was embarrassed he just presented his cock in this state, but it didn't seem to deter his partner.

"You filthy wolf... I haven't had a dick this rank in years. You fucking stud..." Woods praised as he reached with one paw to stroke the now slightly gaping sheath under Drew's knot. The malinois kept sniffing hard, getting more and more lungfuls of the intense scent, making him murr even more and grind his clothed bulge against the base of the couch.

The stroking was enough to cause the wolf to grind up a bit as well, gently humping his canine member up with the strokes, loving the attention on his stinky rod.

"Fuck yeah. Good boy, Woods..." he grumbled quietly as he humped, accidentally pushing up and rubbing his knot against the canine's nose, smearing a bit of cheese onto his nose and snout. "Ah, fuck... Sorry. Hope you don't mind taking some of that scent with you." Drew said, his tone carrying a notable lack of sincerity, with a small smirk on his face.

Woods didn't seem to mind. He didn't bother to wipe the slick buildup off his face. Instead, he doubled down, taking a deep breath before letting his tongue take a lick of the filthy canine dickcheese. The sharp, filthy taste immediately spread across his tongue, and his fur bristled from the reaction, the dog attempting to stifle a gag. Drew's eyes widened, and his cock throbbed hard, slinging a line of pre up onto his shirt and jacket.

"Holy fuck, dude... You just licked my fucking cock cheese... Nobody's ever-"

Before Drew could finish, an audible, loud gulp came from Woods' throat, and he immediately began to pant, showing a mostly clean tongue and maw within.

"...You filthy fuck." Was all Drew could say at this point, his paw still covering his nose. This was easily the most depraved hookup he'd ever had, and his canine dick was throbbing hard because of it.

Woods wasted no time and immediately went back to sniffing and licking under the knot, stifling a few gags here and there from the raw stench of the unwashed cock, showing off his appreciation for filthy masculine scent in all its forms. Drew could only lean back and watch the show, loving the feeling of being worshiped, especially after getting turned down for so long due to his scent.

While Woods sniffed and slobbered all over the gunky knot, choking a few times from the scent, one of his paws wandered, massaging Drew's huge balls and rubbing the fur under them. He eventually began to press his fingers deeper into Drew's taint, snaking his digits down around his damp, sweaty ass. It was a jungle of thick, hirsute fur stuck together in thick clumps from the sweat accumulated since his last bath.

Drew bit his lip and leaned his body back further, spreading his legs to make himself more exposed to the exploring canine. His body language seemed to be begging for the dog to continue exploring with his paws, asking for his ass to be played with while his stinky cock was worshiped. He was loving every second of attention on his filthy body.

"Mmh. I'm not the only filthy one, it seems. Looks like you're enjoying the attention, stud." Woods said with a perverted, blushy smirk on his face, nuzzling the dirty knot to smear more smegma onto his snout before he lowered his nose and pressed it under the thick balls.

He continued using his paws, finding and prodding two digits against the wolf's tailhole, the hairy entrance slick with sweat. The wolf let out a soft whimper from being prodded, and his tail dropped and hung off the edge of the couch, fully exposing himself. As he spread his legs, the thick, heavy scent of hole musk immediately radiated around the both of them, causing Woods to begin to pant heavily again. The space under Drew's balls quickly became swampy and humid from the malinois' breath, making the scent all the heavier.

"You reek down here, wolf. Good god..." Woods spoke, taking deep hits of the intense canine ass stench.

"And I'll bet you love it. Back up for a second." Drew said, growling a bit as he pushed the canine's face away. Confidence and dominance surged within him, empowered by his own filthy scent that was enough to entrance his filthy new partner.

Woods whimpered for a moment after being so suddenly pushed away from the sweaty taint, but his eyes widened as Drew turned around and bent his body over the couch. He raised one foot on the seat of the couch, the other still on the floor. He used one of his paws to grab his ass and spread it, showing off his hairy, almost steamy tailhole. The wolf gripped his own tail and hiked it up, causing the hole to stretch, it pulsing slightly in the hot air of the trailer. His fat balls dangled nearly an entire foot below his taint, and he teasingly swayed his ass at the horny canine.

Woods whimpered again, but for a different reason this time, using his brief time out to savor the show the wolf was giving him. After a few more moments, Drew teased the canine to his breaking point.

"What's the matter, scared of a little sweaty wolf ass? Get your face in there."

The malinois didn't need to be told twice. He put one of his paws on the wolf's ass and pressed his muzzle nose first into the sweaty hole, a loud snort escaping as he took a deep hit of the intense raunchy musk. He began to lap heavily, taking a few slow licks across Drew's hairy taint before digging in and slobbering all over the sweaty hole. One of his paws gripped the wolf's scrotum and tugged down on his balls, making him growl deeply in response.

"Fuck... Good boy, Woods..." Drew groaned deeply, reaching down to his filthy knot and stroking under it, letting his leaky cock ooze pre all over the already stained couch.

Woods continued to greedily lap at and suck on Drew's hole, savoring the heavy taste of his masculine ass musk. The entire room smelled heavily of unwashed man-scent and wet dog, and the nasty sounds of slobbery ass eating cut through the silence between their grunts and moans. Drew grit his teeth, and wiped the pre that had accumulated on his paw on the couch cushion before wiping his brow and taking a deep breath.

His body was covered now in a fresh layer of sweat, enough to make his fur damp and combine with the more stale, built-up scents on his body. Beginning to pant, he grabbed his leather jacket and threw it off of him onto the floor, exposing a white t-shirt underneath, sweat-stained nearly all over his torso.

Drew let go of his tail and used a paw to gently tap Woods' cheek.

"Hey. Back up." He ordered. Woods was a bit slow to react; it seemed the musk had completely clouded over his mind. His eyes were half closed, a huge bulge tenting his work pants, and a growing stain of precum was soaking all the way through the fabric. He slowly leaned away, the fur on his face stained with the sweat from Drew's asshole, and a bit of cockcheese still smeared on the flesh of his nose.

"H-Huh?" He asked, audibly a bit dazed.

"Lay down. Right here." Drew ordered, stepping off the couch and patting the dirty fabric of the cushion. Woods took a moment, his breath shaky and uneven, but eventually obeyed, crawling up onto the couch and laying his body down face up on the crusty old sofa, his cheek brushing up against a few old cumstains.

Before the musk-drunk Woods could say anything further, Drew immediately stepped back up on the couch, squatting over Woods' face, once again hiking his tail up with his fist. He didn't ask for permission as he forced his greasy tailhole right down onto the other male's muzzle, sitting on his face, a perverted, cocky expression playing on his sweaty face.

A low whimper escaped Woods, and Drew noticed a thick glob of pre now pooling from the fabric of his pants, his bulge throbbing almost painfully.

"Fucking hell..." The wolf groaned as he ground his filthy ass down on the canine's face. "I really reek, man! Even after cleaning me with your tongue for so long, it still smells completely rank in here." He said, still with a sly smirk on his face as he lifted his arm and brought his nose down to his own pit to sample another part of his reeking musk. Drew felt the slobbery canine tongue continue to lap at his inner walls, his taint slimy and swampy from all the malinois' saliva that now coated it, and he loved every filthy second.

The gray wolf flexed his muscles, raising both his arms now to let his pit stench air out as he began to ride the dog's muzzle, forcing more of his greasy tail right onto his snout. The wolf's canine dick flopped a bit as he did so, slinging some thin strands of precum all over the both of them, the canine proud to make even more of a filthy mess. The musk and the intense scentplay was turning him on fast, and he felt ready to blow at any moment, riding the pre-orgasm high as long as his body would allow.

Woods was completely overwhelmed by the stench. He knew that Drew was going to stink, but his thick pants masked just how truly rank he was. The canine was surprised that he could hide so much musk from his powerful nose. He got more than he bargained for but loved every second of it. The dog bucked his hips once again into the air and let out a loud, almost desperate whimper, the pressure in his crotch becoming almost unbearable from his rising libido.

"Aw. Poor guy... Need some release?" Drew spoke, lowering his arms and slowing his riding to a soft grind. "You deserve a treat, Woods." The wolf continued as he leaned his body forward so that his ass was still in Woods' face, but his own face was right in the dog's crotch. He used his paws to quickly undo his belt and unbutton his work pants.

Woods let out a small whimper of denial. "W-Wait!"

It was too late. In one quick motion, Drew pushed the dog's pants and briefs down to his knees, letting a fully erect malinois cock spring out, slinging precum onto the wolf's face and hair. Drew was wiping the pre from his eye when an intense stench hit his nose, a stink nearly enough to rival his own. His eyes widened as he took in the veiny, pale pink flesh of the dog dick.

"Holy shit... You too?" Drew asked, slowly gripping the dick and pulling it forward, taking a look at the canine's filthy, crusty buildup under his knot.

"Nngh... Sorry, buddy. Surely you don't mind, right?" Woods asked, his speech muffled due to the wolf ass that was planted on his face. Drew shook his head.

"You really are just as nasty as I am. Fuck, I'm so glad we met..." Drew said with a deep growl and a perverted smile, immediately planting his nose into his partner's stinky knot, shakily sighing in pleasure as he took deep hits of the nasty, fishy scent. Drew figured he shouldn't have been surprised, considering the malinois' lack of hesitation with his own smeg. He hadn't experienced another male's filth like this before, but he loved every second of it.

Woods felt his face grow hot, not sure if it was due to lust, embarrassment, or the sweaty tailhole in his face, but his cock throbbed regardless. Drew's breaths became sharp and heavy, and he ground his ass harder and harder against his face.

He had only just begun to dig into the filthy canine knot before him but knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long. He was already pent for way too long before this, and the play up to this point had already riled him up to the point of no return. Deep, lusty growls escaped his throat, and he suddenly groaned in a scratchy, deeply masculine voice as he spilled over the edge.

"Fuuuck..."

The wolf's smegma-coated knot began to throb hard, swelling as he shot thick spurts of foul-smelling cum between the both of them, coating the fur on their torsos. His asshole throbbed hard around Woods' tongue, and the wolf began to hump hard into his partner's clothed belly, seemingly reaching his limit just from the pure scent of filthy knot alone.

Woods wasn't far behind at all. His eyes were crossed slightly from the intense scent, his mind completely musk-drunk from the wolf's dirty cock and tailhole. Just as Drew was beginning to come down from his orgasm, Woods came hard, whining as a few thick, lazy spurts of malinois cum shot across the wolf's muzzle.

"Good boy, Woods..." Drew praised, exhaustion coating his voice as the cum splattered across his scruffy, sweaty face. The dog whined loudly as he continued to cum, his tail thumping against the couch cushions as it wagged hard. After a few thick spurts, his orgasm slowed, and the rest of his cum dripped down quickly into the dog's crotch and down onto the couch.

The two remained in place for a few moments, the canines panting hard as they recovered. As they lay still, it was much quieter in the small trailer now. They were both thoroughly drenched in sweat and cum, both their own and the other's. The two took a moment to catch their breath until, eventually, Drew made the first move.

He slowly pushed himself up, raising his ass off the malinois' face, and looked down between the two of their bodies, seeing a complete stringy mess of wolf cum connect the two of their torsos, their clothes completely coated and stained.

"Fuck... That's gnarly..." Drew said, looking down through the almost spiderweb-esque strands of cum between the two of them, finally giving Woods some (comparatively) clean air to breathe instead of his rank ass musk. Woods finally seemed to regain some focus in his eyes, and he nodded slowly.

"Buddy... Fuck, that was... Amazing..." He spoke between heavy pants. "Where have you been this whole time, man?"

"Eh... In that shitty bar, probably." Drew said with a soft chuckle.

The two were exhausted, both having came hard. There was another brief silence before Woods spoke again.

"Do you mind if I stay the night, pal? I can sleep on this couch."

Instead of responding, Drew just flopped back down on top of the malinois, nuzzling gently into his sheath and thigh, his nose positioned right above his balls. He let his own balls fall under the dog's chin and took a deep breath, inhaling some more of the canine's scent, murring softly. He spoke up.

"Sure. As long as you don't mind sharing. I'm fuckin' tired."

The wolf's ass was still right in Woods' face, but he had no reason to complain. He relaxed his body and growled softly as he stretched out under the fellow sweaty, messy canine, resting one of his paws across the wolf's hips.

"Fine by me! Heheh." He said with his usual smile on his face, his tail wagging slightly underneath him.

Drew's mind was exhausted and cloudy after the encounter, but it didn't take him long to pass out on top of his new partner. He cuddled up to the malinois' crotch and legs, and took a few deep breaths before he was out like a light.