Working Off Tension
How do you feel after working out at the gym?
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Everyone turned their heads, watching as Johan easily lifted hundreds of pounds as if it were nothing. The muscles on the Doberman's back and arms flexed, looking almost like smooth, brown and black stones beneath his fur. He grunted as pumped hard, snarling as sweat ran down those muscles like water in a creek. His entire body ached, and he liked it that way, the blood pumping through his veins. When he stood up, everyone watched, so awed by the way his shirt and shorts strained against his body. They were even more awed by the huge bulge running down his pant leg. They were so amazed, no one complained as he walked out the gym's front door.
When he walked into his apartment, the Doberman groaned, running his paws along the rim of his sweat drenched shirt. Trying to pull it over his head, he stopped when his paw pads touching his aching muscles. He sucked through his teeth, rubbing along his sweaty fur. Before he could even get the shirt above his chest, he grabbed his aching, throbbing nipples, tweaking them with his black nails. "Oh yeah..." he moaned, feeling his massive knotted cock straining against his shorts, that swelling bit of flesh grinding against the rim.
Heading towards his bathroom, he dropped his drenched shirt and shorts on the floor with a loud SHLICK. He had placed his cock back in his tight blue underwear, licking at the roof of his muzzle, twisting the nubs on his chest as the material brushed across his aching prick. "Fuck..." he gasped, stumbling into his bathroom, one paw wandering away from his chest, disappearing into his underwear and then between his firm ass crack, slipping a big, thick, middle finger into his tight hole. Standing in front of the mirror, he growled like a dirty dog, "Yeah...NGH....YEAH!"
The feeling was great, watching his massive, muscle bound reflection fingering its self like a horny little bitch. His jaw hanging open, his tongue rolled over the roof of his mouth once more, clenching his eyes as he allowed his finger to sleep a little deeper, feeling his knuckle grinding hard across his prostate. He carefully bit his tongue, feeling a tingling feeling pass through every muscle in his body. His cock jumped hard as he pushed another finger into his needy hole, "Oh yeah, fuck me stud!" There was a loud rip and Johan's underwear fell to the sink in front of him, torn clearly in half by his rock hard cock, his third pair that month.
Picking up the ruined pair, he lifted it to his muzzle, inhaling deep, taking in the stink of sweat and the globs of pre he had spilled while working out. When the scent was rubbed into his nose, he dropped it on the floor, moaning hard, pulling his fingers from his hole, his meat dripping globs of pre on the floor. He pant as he reached into the cabinet under the sink, pulling out an old familiar friend. Placing his caramel colored foot-paw on the nearby bath tub and supporting himself on the sink, he placed the phallus head of the black horse dildo against his spread ass cheeks, throwing his head back and giving a howling bark as he pushed it into his ass.
The dog huffed, his pointed ears almost crossing as he pushed the dildo past his stretched hole, all the way to the sheath. Very slowly, he pulled it out, falling to his knees, his ass in the air as his pucker stretched around the massive rod in his hole. His cock drooled on the floor, twitched as he felt the toy tugging at his internal ring. As he fucked himself, he tried to imagine some big stud, bigger than him, standing behind him, riding his ass, slamming into him like a good little bitch.
Leaning his muzzle into his armpit, Johan took in his own musky dog stink, starting to sweat again as he threw his ass back onto the horse cock. He lapped along his muscles, worshipping the only man he knew that could satisfy him, himself. Adjusting in place, he lay on his back, teeth firmly clenched as he pushed the dildo all the way in, feeling it pushing into his thick abdomen. He stroked his muscular arms long his chest, sucking through his teeth as his fur tickled his aching nipples. After moments of teasing himself, his arms enfolded his cock and he grinded it, humping his own prick into his abs. He woofed as each muscle folded over his cock, his sweat making it feel like he was a well oiled machine.
Holding his breath, he saw his cock flare, his knot swollen to the size of an apple. Feeling that building sensation traveling up his body, he moaned, jaw hanging open, pressing his foot-paws into the base of the dildo in his ass. The rock hard muscles in his thighs tightened, he bucked his hips. Uncontrollably fucking the muscles in his arms, he threw his head back, yipping and barking, spraying a hot load all over his chest, laughing weakly as he shot himself in the eye, groaning as he moved the dildo in and out with his foot-paws, his load pooling in the crevices of his muscles.
Standing up, the dog grinned as he smeared his own cum into his fur, stroking over every muscle on his chest, tweaking the nubs on his chest with his own load. He closed his eyes, focusing on the dildo in his ass, purposely tightening his ripping butt cheeks as he thought to himself with a smile on his muzzle, "I think I need to head back to the gym..."