Hottest in Summer: Someone for Everyone (Side Story)
#5 of Hottest in Summer
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Thankfully the roads were pretty much near empty as Justin walked the sidewalks of the wealthiest neighborhood in Summer. If anyone were to see him though, they would say he was doing more of a gimp then a walk. In his head he was really bitching about how his mom had taken the car despite how badly he said he was going to need it. Why was he going to need it so badly? It was because of the raging erection he had from all the moisture and the blazing sun shining down on him. The reason he was gimping was because he was putting all his focus on the pulsing muscle hanging off to the right pant leg. Sucking a breath through his teeth, he suddenly looked around, feeling that familiar ache between his knot and his bladder. Stumbling off the road, he sought out a nearby thick tree with long branches and thick roots sticking out of the ground. Again he looked around, distraught to see a bunch of kids playing nearby. Frustrated and nearly close to crying, he gripped the thick bark of the tree as his cock throbbed and jumped in his pants. He huffed, biting his lip as he lost control, feeling warm spurts of piss soak the fur on his legs. Whimpering as quietly as he could, he felt the flow grow stronger. He watched to make sure it wasn't staining his shorts, feeling the adult pull ups he was wearing soak up most of it, though it was always miserably uncomfortable when it stuck to his fur.
As soon as the flow of piss stopped, Justin climbed off the tree, stepping over the roots. Making his way back to the road and back to the sidewalk, he tried to act casual, lifting his brown tail from between his legs, trying not to seem like he had just been defeated by the malfunction between his bladder and his knotted cock. He was so distracted by the warm liquid sloshing between his fur, he hadn't noticed the truck around the side of his house as he opened the front door and hurried up the wooden stair case, tossing off his shoes and dashing into the bathroom.
He locked the door behind him, not even wanting his parents to bother him as he slowly peeled the shorts from his body. Bringing them to the black nose with a bit of pink at the end of his muzzle, he touched and sniffed them, making sure they weren't wet. He was a little relieved that they were dry because they were his only pair and he needed them the next day. But as he touched the brown underwear with the white lining, he groaned as he peeled the thick, absorbing material from his body, feeling it stick to his crotch and thighs because of the piss. He was completely frustrated with himself as he marched over to the wicker clothes basket nearby. Next to it was a plastic container and as he opened it, he slammed the dirty absorbing underwear into the bin with all the others, a constant reminder of his problem.
As he turned the knob of the shower, cold water ran down Justin's front, making him jerk when it touched his aching balls. Feeling the sudden jerking in his crotch, he leaned his arm against the wall and leaned his head against it as his cock jumped; spraying a small strand of pee onto the shower drain, just before his cock slowly retreated back into his thick sheath. Bluntly, he suffered from erectile urinary incontinence, meaning he often lost control of his bladder when he becomes hard. He had been enduring it ever since he was a young pup at thirteen. Usually he could control it during the cooler seasons and he didn't have to wear the diaper like underwear, but this season was suffering for the teenaged dog. Cold showers were a common factor almost every day.
The stairs creaked loudly beneath Justin's paws as he made his way downstairs, roughly drying his average length brown head fur with one towel and another around his waist. When he walked into the kitchen, the two Dobermans working there suddenly stopped their work under the sink and starred. "Hey...Justin." Eric said with a smirk. The beagle jumped, just barely catching the towel around his crotch but his brown and white bubble butt was completely exposed as he freaked out and ran off. Both Eric and his dad followed the sound of pounding footsteps before they heard a door slam shut upstairs.
When he finally got over his embarrassment, Justin made his way back downstairs again, wearing a simple white V-neck undershirt and a pair of gray cotton shorts. He wore the thin material so that hopefully the AC in the house kept his problem at bay. Leaning against the black marble top counter across from the sink, Justin tried to see the Doberman as best he could, "Hey Eric...where's your dad?" he asked, noticing his classmate was all alone in his house under the sink. Eric's body stopped twitching, meaning he stopped working for a second; "He had to take off for a little bit, doing another house. Don't worry; I know what I'm doing." The beagle smirked as he leaned in to get a good look at the male. As Eric raised his hips a little, Justin really did get a good look as the male's crotch pushed up against his heavy cargo pants. "So...what are you doing?" The other dog stopped again, "You got a problem with the pipes running between the sink and the dishwasher, looks like they rattled apart, just got to tighten them..." Justin smirked as Eric rolled over, reaching back for a tool on his belt.
The beagle's heart skipped as Eric reached back and grabbed his ass, trying to unbuckle to the tool from his belt. Putting a paw to his muzzle, he reached out and put his paw to the Doberman's butt and tugged at the button holding the tool. Eric gasped as he suddenly felt Justin climbing over him. Trying to turn around to face him, the beagle's pushed him back down as the tool was slipped into his brown paw. "Justin...I..." He moaned hard as the other dog nipped him on the neck, lapping at his skin and fur with his thick tongue. Panting hard, he looked out of the corner of his eye at the male, "How'd you know?" Placing his paw on Eric's shoulder, Justin shook his head, grinding his crotch into the male's ass, "I didn't..."
Eric was trapped between the spaces of the sink; he couldn't stop Justin if he wanted to. Feeling the beagle nibbling on his neck again, he felt weak as the dog's paws fumbled at his belt. Justin pulled down his cargo pants, pulling them beneath his tool belt, exposing his tight ass which he worked out every other day. The space got tighter as the beagle humped against his ass, his throbbing red cock flopping out between the slit in his shorts, pressing between Eric's firm butt. His humping was really starting to get hot, Eric pushing his tight pink pucker back against the raging hard meat grinding on his ass. But all of a sudden he saw the beagle's nearby paw lock up, feeling Justin's abdomen tighten on his back before there was a grunt and a whimper...something warm hitting the Doberman's back.
Eric managed to get to his knees when Justin pulled off of him, turning around to notice the beagle leaning against the counter, struggling to hold his knot as what looked like three little droplets of piss dribbled down his throbbing shaft, a droplet of pre sticking between his fingertips. He saw confusion in the dog's eyes, but he was pretty sure what just happened. Reaching out, Justin tried to stop him as he wrapped his muzzle around the beagle's cock, "No...Eric...wait, it's not...!" His muzzle fell open as Eric suckled at his cock, feeling the moan coming from the Doberman's throat as he tasted the pre and three droplets of piss, actually enjoying the bitter taste. When he looked up to see the perplexed look on Justin's face, he pulled off his muzzle and teasingly jerked the beagle, "I'm a guy of certain tastes..."
The two stumbled into the largest bathroom upstairs, Justin grabbing a hold of Eric's pissed stained shirt, trying to peel it off his body. Eric had to catch himself as they tumbled into the huge marble tub, kicking off his boots as the beagle eagerly pulled at his clothes. Kicking off his own shorts, Justin lined the head of his wet cock up against Eric's tight pucker but then hesitated. Leaning forward, he grabbed the other dog's muzzle and they slobbered all over each other in a warm, heated kiss. As they sucked face, they inhaled deeply, Eric gasping as he felt Justin's wet prick sink into his insides, the buildup of piss and pre acting like a natural lube.
The Doberman bucked and thrust his hips back, moving with the smaller dog's motions, his thick cock slapping against his thighs as Justin pounded him all the way to the knot. The sound of the swinging tools on Eric's belt signaled every humping thrust the beagle gave him. Suddenly as Eric saw Justin position his paws against the tub, he heard the dog struggle to speak, "Eric...I...I..." He could sense Justin's hesitation and he grinned, "Go ahead!" Justin gasped as he felt his muscles tighten, his pointed cock jumping inside Eric, forcing a loud moan from him as he felt a warm feeling between the beagle's shaft and his bowels, feeling the warm sensation flow out over his toned backside.
Eric adjusted in the tub, Justin following as he lay on his side, his knot getting tighter each time he thrust hard into the other dog. The Doberman stroked his throbbing meat with one paw and teased his nipples with the other; stopping to fondle his piss drenched balls every so often, enjoying the sound of Justin's moans in his ear behind him. Soon the beagle was pumping faster, moaning louder. With a sharp pop, he pulled his cock out and rapidly jerked it with his paw, Eric quickly trying to keep pace. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Justin felt his abdomen and bladder tighten one last time, his jaw hanging open as he shot both golden streams and thick yellow jizz all over Eric's stomach, the Doberman murring as he shot his own load, smearing the sticky mess all over his body as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Both dogs gasped in ecstasy, leaning in to kiss each other hard as their fur stuck to their bodies, jerking each other's cocks to get at whatever remained of their orgasms.
As Mr. Marsh walked back into the Shorts' house about an hour and a half later, he saw the two teenage males standing there by the counter. Both were wearing a white undershirt and a pair of gray shorts. He grunted loudly, "Er...did I miss something here?" Justin tried not to look Mr. Marsh in the eyes but Eric stepped forward real quick, "Just that leak dad, turned the water back on too soon. Justin lent me a pair of clothes while mine were in the dryer..." Mr. Marsh nodded his head to say, "Ah, ok." But as the older Doberman walked towards the sink, he stopped when he caught a scent. Leaning towards Eric, "Are you wearing cologne?" Eric's face contorted. He was definitely wearing cologne to cover up Justin's scent from earlier. Justin took over this time, "That's mine, he's wearing my clothes, can't ya tell?" he asked in a joking tone. Mr. Marsh looked them up and down, noticing the clothes were too tight around Eric's muscular form. He gave a grunt of confirmation. As his dad bent over to check his work on the sink, Eric looked over his shoulder at Justin, keeping a blank face but giving a wag of his tail. The beagle couldn't help but blush, fondling the cell phone in his paw which now had the Doberman's number in it.
End.