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Caution: this story contains gay sexual content between two canines. If you aren't old enough or are offended by those sorts of things, do not read. If you are old enough, read, enjoy, comment.

This is a series I am going to do. Please comment or message with any suggestions or critiques.

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Of His Own Happiness - Ch 1. Most Responsive to Change

Ralf sat at his desk in his room. He was reading a book. It was usually the only way he could take his mind off things. He was a 14 year old german shepherd who was currently trying his best to ignore the conversation coming from downstairs. His tail flicked around behind him and his eyes narrowed as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing. A few minutes passed. No success. He looked up from his book and realized he was fighting a losing battle. He sighed as he set his book down and gazed out the window. There was that Jeep on the curb. Why was he even here? He a freshman in High School and didn't need a puppysitter anymore. Alright, sure his parents were going to be gone an entire weekend, but he was too young to throw a decent party and old enough to feed himself.

He looked back down at his book and shut it, giving up entirely. His sighed. He didn't want to be so harsh on the guy. He was an old friend of his father. Mike Frey, or Coach Frey as he was called by students was a stout, muscular doberman who coached soccer at his high school. And, if the topless Jeep didn't give it away, he had not exactly settled down yet. He would often recant wild weekends to the kids he coached in the locker room. Despite this, he was perfect for the job in his parent's eyes. Ralf rarely saw Coach Frey around school, but he hung out often with his father fishing, cooking out, drinking and the like. He was a fur his parents trusted, have known for a while, was free this weekend, knew how to interact with kids, and was not a 16 year old vixen too lazy to get a real job. A roar of laughter from downstairs broke his train of thought, and he decided he might as well see his parents off.

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Ralf walked slowly down the steps that led to the front door. He hated awkwardly interacting with his parents' friends and the pleasantries that went along with it. He could see his mother, father, and Coach Frey still conversing with was one final bag at his father's feet. Despite his agitation, when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stuck out a paw and greeted the doberman courteously. "Hello Mr. Frey. How are you?"

He shook his paw and made a swatting motion with the other, "Me? I'm doing just fine. But put those pleasantries away. Call me Mike, even Coach Frey if that suits you. It would be awkward being so formal over the entire weekend."

Ralf's ears perked up at this, and his parents noticed. His father nudged him in with his elbow. "See son, I told you it won't be so bad."

Mike clasped a paw on Ralf's father's shoulder. "That's right. Didn't you know Bernd and I used to raise all kinds of hell back in the day?"

Ralf's father gave a chuckle while his mother raised a disapproving eyebrow. Ralf's mother's disapproval brought a smile to his muzzle. "I think it may have been mentioned once on a previous occasion."

Everyone started laughing, because that is all Mike and Ralf's father talked about. Even his mother joined in. This cheered Ralf up a bit. 'Maybe this weekend won't suck so badly.' Deciding to end on a good note, his father checked his watch and told Ralf that he and his mother need to get going if they were going to make their flight. Mike helped him pack the last bag into the back of the SUV parked in the driveway. Ralf gave his mother and father kisses on the cheek and assured them that he would be a good little pup while they were away. Mike put a paw on Ralf's shoulder as they waved to his parents' disappearing vehicle.

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Back inside, Ralf offered to help Mike with his bags, but Mike had already taken his stuff up to the guest room. Mike offered to make lunch for Ralf, and he accepted. Mike walked into the kitchen, tail wagging lightly behind him. "So what do ya want to eat?"

Ralf walked over to the fridge and picked out some Bratwurst. Mike gave him a thumbs up and said, "Very nice."

Ralf sat down at one of barstools in the kitchen. Mike hit Ralf with some questions so that he wouldn't get bored while lunch was being prepared. He went through and asked the typical question one would expect. "So how has freshmen year been going so far? I haven't seen you around much."

Ralf had to fight to roll his eyes at the generic question. Freshmen year had not been going as well as he would have liked, but at least he got along alright. Even so, he responded, "It has been going pretty well. Classes are not too difficult yet, and I have made a few friends."

Mike threw the bratwursts in a pan and set it over top of a burner. "Oh yeah? You know, playing sports is a great way to make some more friends, and soccer happens to be starting next week. I am coaching..."

Ralf fidgeted nervously. He should've known Mike would bring the conversation instantly to soccer. Ralf thought about how he was worse with soccer than we was with women. His paw stroked his tail under the counter top. "I don't know. I played some in middle school, but I was by no means a star player."

Ralf's ears drooped at his own comment, but Mike, if anything, was persistent. "And so what? Most kids don't reach their potential till they get to high school anyway. I am sure you would make a great player"

Ralf's eyes moved up towards the ceiling as he mulled it over. "Umm...maybe I guess, but I don't know if I am fit enough. Don't you guys do workouts? I don't want to look stupid in front of the whole team."

Ralf looked towards the floor as he saw Mike laugh. Mike realized this and quickly told Ralf, "Trust me, most of those kids have never been on a treadmill before, especially the freshmen."

Ralf looked back up as Mike placed a plate of food in front of him and took the seat beside him. Mike at between bites, "If you want we can go workout. We can start off slow and work our way up. By the end of the month you will be running circles around everyone... Plus, in case you forgot, yours truly is coaching."

Ralf felt and elbow nudged playfully into his side. His mood couldn't help but lighten. "Alright I'm in."

His ear flicked and he remembered how soon practices start up. "When can we start?"

Mike stuffed the last of his meal into his muzzle, pointed at Ralf's plate, and said with crumbs falling out, "Affer yoo fimush."

They both busted out in laughter as Ralf tried to finish as quickly as Mike. When they were done, Mike said, "Alright, let's get changed and head out."

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Ralf sat at the bottom of the steps waiting for Mike to come out. Mike had offered to clear the table, so Ralf had changed sooner. The floor creaked and Ralf looked at the top of the stairs. If Mike's muscles weren't apparent before, they were now. He wore a skin tight under armor shirt and some very tight running shorts. Ralf thought they would be better classified as boxer briefs or compression shorts because there was definitely not a whole lot left to the imagination. Ralf was flushed and couldn't look away from the sight of the sizable sheath and balls perfectly outlined in the fabric.

It took him a second to realize that Mike had been asking a question. "Huh...-uh-what?"

Mike threw his bag over his shoulder. "I said, do you have everything you need?"

Ralf suddenly realized there was a stirring in his groin and he hoped his blushing cheeks weren't visible through his fur. He ran to his bedroom saying. "No, I uh, forgot something."

He sprinted up the steps by Mike as quickly as he could. He turned his chest away from him and bit his lip when his tail brushed against Mike's groin as he went by. Ralf felt his briefs continue to tighten as he got to his room. He hated getting these random boners, they always happened at the most inopportune times. He stuck a paw into his shorts to adjust himself. He leaned his head back and let out what moan. God that felt nice. His cockhead was barely poking out of his sheath. Ralf ran his thumb delicately over the top it. Then, he sighed and arranged his hardening sheath to a more comfortable position in his shorts. He heard Mike yell for him, remembered the pretext of whey he came up there, grabbed his wallet off his nightstand, and ran back downstairs.

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Ralf and Mike walked through the doors of Jim's Gym. It was a smaller gym than those chain ones you see commercials for all of the time, but it seemed large enough that it had most needs covered. Mike greeted a toned Coyote at the front desk, "Hey Sam, how ya doin?"

The coyote patted him on the shoulder. "Can't complain. Not too many furs here today. All are gone on Holiday for the weekend. What are you still doing here? Who's that you've got with you?"

Mike motioned with his paws towards Ralf. "Puppysitting. It's my friend's son. Helping him get in shape for soccer season."

Sam smiled and shook the smaller paw, "Oh well good luck to ya mate."

Sam checked Ralf in as Mike's guest. Mike carried both of their bags to the locker room. Ralf's tail fidgeted a bit behind him as they got closer. He had never been in a locker room before. He spied a water fountain right outside the door. "Hey you go on through and get our stuff put away. I'm ganna get some water."

Mike walked through the door into the locker room and Ralf let out a sigh of relief. Going in there would have been a bad idea. Ralf looked to his right and saw a wolf and a cheetah making idle conversation as they made their way towards the locker room. Ralf walked over the water fountain and lapped up some of the water. He wiped his maw as he heard a metal door creak and shut on the other side of the door. Ralf saw Mike come out of the locker room just after the cheetah and wolf entered. Mike walked over to the water fountain where Ralf was standing and filled up a water bottle. "So sport, what do you want to do first?

"Um, I don't know, nothing too bad. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, if you want, we can just run today. There is other stuff we can do if you want to come back another time."

Ralf felt relieved as he didn't feel like doing something completely strenuous on a weekend where he was supposed to be on Holiday.

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Ralf wiped his paw across his brow, panting. He had lost track of how much they had ran, but Mike was still going strong. He was in front of Ralf. His tight shorts melded to his lower body, his tight gluts clearly visible through the fabric. Ralf shook his head as he realized he was lost in thought again. What was wrong with him today? Ralf tried to focus on other things - like not dying of dehydration.

Ralf saw Mike's head turn around slightly and then abruptly turned to him. Mike stopped instantly and caught Ralf before he ran into him. He rubbed the back of his head with his paw, embarrassed. "Oh god I'm sorry. I got in the zone and forgot you were running with me. Whenever I come here and run laps, I forget everything else"

Ralf held up a paw as he caught his breath. "It was ...nothing.... Don't worry about it."

Mike handed Ralf his water bottle. "I still feel bad. Have some water."

Mike's ears perked up as a thought entered his head. "You did damn well to keep up with me though."

Ralf tried to nod as he squirted significant amounts water into his opened maw. Mike grinned and said, "Hey I know what will relax you. Want to sit in the sauna for a bit? No one else is going to be there. There is practically no one here. Very nice way to relax after a hard run"

Ralf tied to regain composure and wagged his tail a bit. He didn't want to disappoint Mike, but he didn't know how he would fare in a sauna after the way his crotch had been acting that day. He ran a paw along his arm. "I'll think about it."

"Alright, don't sweat it. Just think about it. Let's go get changed."

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Ralf hesitantly followed Mike through the doors of the locker room. He surveyed the space. Most of the men were finishing up rather than getting started. Ralf's eyes opened wide as he saw puma bend down to pull off his underwear. Puma balls hung low and lightly swayed between his legs as he guided his underwear out and around his ankles. Ralf felt his sheath pulse. He forced himself to tear his eyes away and to try and ignore the naked feline that was so close as they walked by. They reached the locker and Mike started pulling out their bags. Ralf tried focusing on the doberman in front of him, but 5 feet behind him there was an exposed, damp zebra toweling himself off. His heavy balls hung down low in an ebony sack loose from the heat of the shower. Ralf's ears twitched and he bit his lip trying to focus. He made idle conversation with Mike to try and set his head straight. Mike looked up at Ralf and saw him fidgeting with his tail. His ears pressed slightly against his head at the sight.

Mike cheerily tried to bring Ralf back to his usual self. "So did you think about the sauna?"

Ralf's eyes flicked back to Mike. Mike's fingers hooked around the waistband of his tight running shorts. Ralf responded, "Yeah, ..I...uh...did."

Ralf trailed off, weighing his options in his mind. He could take a shower now where his cock would most certainly make an appearance, or he could take one later after the sauna and hope he could control it by then. Mike interrupted his thought process. "And?..." he said as he started peeling his shorts downward.

Ralf watched wide eyed as the fabric exposed Mike's sheath, bit by bit. He felt a warm sensation growing in his groin as he watched the doberman expose himself. He made up his mind. "Let's do it."

Ralf's eyes examined Mike. The black and tan pattern of his stomach continued downward. His sheath and balls were the same tan color of his stomach. Ralf also noticed what they meant in health class by pubic fur as he sees the patch of thick fur surrounding Mark's sheath and balls. The fur trailed up towards his stomach. Mark couldn't bring himself to look away as he consciously watched the muscular doberman strip down completely.

Mike picked his shorts from between his legs, completely comfortably nude. Ralf saw Mark's tail wag between his toned, nude cheeks as he looked back at Ralf with a warm smile. "Great."

Ralf forced his tail upward with a wag and gave a reassuring smile. His sheath was swelling uncontrollably at that point. Ralf grabbed onto his tail, fidgeting nervously with it in his paws. He hoped his fluffy tail could obscure Mike's vision a bit. Ralf cast his gaze downward again. Mike's paw scratched his sheath. The fingers flattened the sheath against itself and the balls moved around loosely in their furry sack.

Afterwards, he finished putting his clothes into his bag. He grabbed his towel out of their locker and wrapped it around himself, breaking the spell on Ralf. Mike's nose twitched Ralf saw and hoped he couldn't smell any arousal pheromones. Mike looked over at Ralf. A grin came across his muzzle as he saw Ralf was still fully clothed. He threw a towel at his chest. "You gotta get undressed buddy"

Ralf caught it. Mike noticed Ralf's eyes went wide at the comment. He laughed, "Nervous huh? Just get undressed underneath your towel. I used to do it all the time."

Ralf thanked him for the advice. He wrapped the towel around his waist before stripping off his shorts and boxers. He had to fight not to make an audible gasp of pleasure as his swollen sheath was freed from its confines. Then, he peeled off his shirt and stuffed the clump of clothes into his bag.

Mike took care of Ralf's bag while Ralf glanced down at his own groin silently cursing himself. He thought that this could be a bad idea after. He opened his muzzle to tell Mike that he kind of just wanted to go home and to skip everything. But, before a sound came out, he was grabbed by the paw and lead back to the sauna.

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No one was in the sauna when they got there. It was a short walk, since it was very close to the locker room. Ralf thanked himself that his sheath had gone down a little on the walk over. He had stared at the wall on the walk over, ignoring any naked furs that may have been about. He surveyed the room they were in. The sauna had a wooden bench that wrapped all the way around. It had a thermostat on the wall and some fake coals in the center for show. Ralf closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as he sat down opposite of Mike. At least they were both partially covered by towels. When his eyes opened, he lets out a gasp.

Mike was naked again. He had taken off his towel and was setting it on the bench so he could sit down on it. He didn't hear the gasp and turned around to Ralf. "Now isn't this relaxing?"

Ralf didn't respond right away, he was fixated on the naked fur in front of him. Mike sat down, and arched his back with a stretch. He unconsciously spread his legs and sighed. Ralf just nodded his head. He was still taking in the sight of the naked doberman. Ralf's eyes looked intently at the furry, tan colored sac as it expanded and contracted onto the towel with every breath. Ralf noticed his own sheath expanding, but whether it was the heat, the arousal, or a mixture of both, he could not say. All he knew was that the head of his cock was now out of its sheath again. He thanked god that the room was in low light, and he silently moved his tail into his paws in his lap to try and obscure his stimulation.

Mike opened his eyes and looked at Ralf, wanting to end the silence. "So tell me more about your old soccer team. What position do you normally play?"

Ralf sniffed and instantly became aware how strong the scent of his arousal was. He answered with a slightly shaky voice. "Oh... uh usually midfield or attack."

Ralf thought he saw Mike's nose twitch. Did it twitch? Ralf couldn't say for sure. Mike crossed his right leg into his lap and responded. "Excellent. We could use a strong midfielder." He joked. "You have to be a hell of a runner if you kept up with me on the track for so long."

Mike grinned and they both laughed. The only problem was that Ralf felt more of his manhood slip out of his swollen sheath with every chuckle. The only positive aspect of this was that Mike's sheath was partially obscured from Ralf's view. HIs balls were stills sprawled out onto the towel. Ralf rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, thanks... How did your team do last year?"

Then Mike's nose twitched again and Ralf is certain that it happened that time. Ralf knew that the scent of his arousal was filled the room. Although, if Mike could smell Ralf's scent, he didn't make any showing of it. He just responded to his question. "We didn't do too poorly. We had a winning season, but we lost big time in the playoffs. We got knocked out almost immediately."

Mike casted his gaze downward as he said that last sentence, ears flattened slightly. Then he stood up. Ralf was eye level with his sheath. It looked thicker, more swollen than before, but Ralf was unsure. Mike turned around to adjust his towel. "I'm ganna lay on my stomach for a bit."

He set his towel long ways and laid on his stomach. He turned his head toward Ralf. "Did you score any goals last season?"

Ralf wondered if Mike could see what was between his legs, underneath his towel. His head did seem to be at eye level with it, but he casted the thought aside. His examined the curve of Mike's backside, stubby tail snugly between his cheeks. He knew his scent was getting stronger but didn't know what to do. He placed a paw as nonchalantly as he could on top of his growing member to try and cover up the problem. It felt nicer than it should have. "Uh ...yea I scored a few... My friend Tommy though, dang, he scored most of them for our team"

A discomforting look came across Mike's face for just a moment, not a second longer. He adjusted his slightly on the towel. "Oh yea, is coming out this year?"

As Mike asked the question Ralf's eyes ran over his well-rounded ass again. Then, Ralf's own nose twitched and he smelt something musky, but it was not himself. He tried to determine where it was coming from. He thought it was...no it couldn't be... Then his thought process was interrupted. There it went. Ralf felt the last inch of his cock expand. All 6 inches of his doggie bone were free. Fuck. He wrapped his tail tighter over his lap, felt the bump made by his cock, tried to obscure it from view. "Uh...yea Tommy. He said he would play if I did."

He breathed in through his nose. The foreign scent was stronger, mixing with his own. If wasn't himself then it had to be Mike. He looked over at him. He shifted again, slightly more than last time. Like maybe he was adjusting something between those legs. Mike brought his gaze back towards Ralf, his ears down slightly. "..Fantastic,... We ..uh..are always in need of good players... Hey Ralf, would mind adjusting the thermostat and turning it down a bit," He rubs a paw over his ears. "I am burning up in here."

Ralf tail sunk. What did he have to do? He looked over at the wall and saw the temperature gage. He definitely couldn't reach it from there sitting down. He let out a sigh. "Yeah...um...sure..."

He curled his tail around his groin so the bump in the towel didn't show. He tried to turn standing up so that his arousal wouldn't be as prevalent. It failed. As soon as he was on his paws, he felt the towel's grip fade and slip away. He pawed at his waist for the part formerly tucked in on his waist. Too late. His erection had pushed the towel forward too much already. Shocked, Ralf couldn't move as the towel fell down around his ankles. His erection was in plain sight and his tan tail could not hide the stiff, pink length jutting forward between his hips.

Ralf moved a paw between his legs to try and hide his cock from view as his other scratched at the floor for his towel. He had no idea what to say. "Oh fuck...Shit..I... uh.. It's just...uh."

His paw finally grabbed hold of the devious towel and he pulled it between his legs. A grin from ear to ear came across Mike's face at this turn of events. Ralf stuck his free paw out accusingly at Mike. "You're hard too! I... I can smell it"

Mike tried to not bust out laughing as he turned his body back to a sitting position. A couple inches of dobie dong peeked out of his engorged sheath. He made no effort to cover up and gave his sheath a light squeeze before answering. "Yeah, you got me, but to be fair, the scent of someone else's musk always gets me rock hard."

Ralf could not believe what he was seeing or hearing. His cock throbbed painfully as he dropped the towel back down to the floor and gave his knot a squeeze. "Yeah, well either way, I gotta take care of this thing."

Ralf sat down, rubbing along the length of his engorged cock with his thumb. Mike ears went flat. "Oh kid...I don't know about that."

Ralf gave it another squeeze, harder this time. Mike watched a line of pre ran down the side of the young german shepherd's cock. "I gotta though. This thing isn't going away. I'll just go to the bathroom."

The german shepherd bent down to pick up the towel again, but a paw on his shoulder stopped him. He looked up and saw Mike. His thick dobie dong hung before him free of its sheath. "No...Don't." The doberman led him back up to his feet. "We can uh...both take care of it in here. We're both men after all, and we have a similar problem."

The doberman latched the door shut, locking it. Their two cocks swayed as he led them back to the bench. Ralf's tail straightened and it wagged between his legs. "Alright."

Ralf scooted closer to Mike till their thighs are touched. Ralf could feel the doberman's toned ass pressed up against his. Mike pulled down on his sheath and moaned. Dobie dong came out inch by inch and drooped over the side of his leg. Ralf's had to close his maw so his tongue wouldn't roll out the side of it. "Your dick, its ... it's..."

Mike grabbed and gave it and a couple strokes to bring it closer to full arousal. "It's pretty big ain't it?"

Ralf nearly drooled as he fought to keep his speech pattern regular. "Sorry I had just never seen one before....Besides my own that is... How big is it exactly?"

Mike grinned. "Ain't a problem. I'd say it's about 9 inches. "

Ralf's raised his eyebrows at the estimate. Damn. Ralf started stroking his cock not able to sit idly by. Mike followed suit. Mike stroked his lightly, purely enjoying the moment. Ralf stroked a little bit rougher using his free paw to give his nuts a nice squeeze. Ralf stared at Mike's paw as it worked up and down the long dobie shaft. Mike squeezed his knot and a blast of pre comes shot from the top of his cock and went streaming down the side. He scooped it up with a finger and bought it into his muzzle with his tongue.

Ralf perked up at the sight and looked down at Mike balls. They were almost the size of eggs, Jesus. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Can I look at it...ya know closer?"

Mike stroked his paw up his cock lightly a few times before letting go. His meat bounced back against his stomach. "I ...uh guess so. What's the harm right?"

Mike leaned back and widened his legs a bit, to give Ralf for easier access. Ralf leaned down closer, getting a better view. His paw reached out and immediately grabbed and squeezed his knot. Mike yipped as another shot of pre shot out into the air from his cock. It landed on Ralf's paw. Mike chuckled. "Gah! Damn, take it a bit slower. I thought you were just looking."

Ralf brought his paw back up to his muzzle, and sniffed the clear substance. It smelled almost like his own. "Oh... um ...sorry."

Ralf tentatively gave his paw a lick. It tasted good. He licked up the rest of it till his paw was empty and damp. Mike watched Ralf with amusement and asked, "So have you ever played around with any of your friends before?"

Ralf reached down again and took Mike's balls into his paw as he answered. They felt heavy. The sack was so smooth in his paw. The balls were easily moved about in their stretchy confines. "Um...Not really...Oh, I saw my cousin naked when he was little. Our parents thought it would be cute if we took a bath together... I'm not sure if that counts."

Ralf gave the balls a good squeeze feeling the warmth through his paw pad and let them drop back onto the towel when he was done. Ralf saw that Mike's cock was leaking pre into his paw and looks back up to Mike's face. "Have you ever fooled around with anyone?"

Ralf moved his slick paw over the doberman's length, giving the knot a good squeeze. "Yea I jus -Oh! -just messed around with friends from high school."

Ralf looked back up at Mike and said, "That's awesome!"

A thought entered Ralf's mind. Didn't his Mike go to high school with his father? The thought slid from his mind when he saw Mike looking down at his hard cock, then back to him, smiling. Ralf nervously said, "Oh you can look at mine if you want."

Ralf continued to hold the doberman's heavy cock, but tried to spread his legs like Mike did for him. Mike chuckled and his paw grabbed a hold of Ralf's cock. "That's awfully kind of you."

Ralf moaned when he felt the warmth of the Dobie's paw pad rubbing firmly over his dick. Ralf arched his back and squirted a bit of pre onto Mike's paw when his knot was squeezed. Mike ran his paw overtop the tip of the cock and collected all of the pre cum that leaked out of the horny teenage pup. He gave his paw a hearty lick, mixing salvia with precum. He brought his paw back down to Ralf's cock, and gave it a few good strokes.

Ralf gasped from pleasure and leaned his muzzle into the doberman's chest. He inhaled deeply. The scent of the muscular doberman filled his nostrils Mike grinned as his paw slid effortlessly over the hard member in his paw. "Feels good huh?"

Mike kept jacking more as he felt the younger canine's muzzle go deeper into his chestfur. Ralf nodded into his chest, enjoying the feeling of the soft fur against his muzzle and the musky scent that surrounded him. Mike heard a dulled "Yea" before he felt a warm paw wrap around his own length and start moving.

Both of their paws sped up, getting turned on by each other's scents and actions. Mike moaned himself as he steadily leaked pre into Ralf's pumping paw. The younger canine started lightly panting due to the heat of the room and the energy expended. Ralf moaned again between pants and felt another squirt of pre let free from his cock. "Ahh...Fuckk..."

He then felt the pleasuring paw stop, and he stops his own paw accordingly. He looked up at Mike with puppydog eyes asking, "What?..Why?..."

Mike didn't answer. He grabbed Ralf and maneuvered and scooted him closer till Ralf felt their cocks pressed against one another. He gasped in pleasure. Mike's swollen knot pushed deep against his. Ralf was sitting backwards in Mike's lap. Ralf felt the dobie's cock radiate heat. The doberman wrapped a paw around both cocks, eliciting a moan from both of them and a burst of pre from Ralf. Mike grunted when he started pumping them, slowly at first, but then speed up when his grip tightened. His paw seemed to glide effortlessly over the two. Ralf felt his cock dwarfed against Mike's larger member but felt extremely aroused from the doberman squeezing them together with his strong paw. Precum from both cocks mingled in the slick paw forcing the two pieces of meat together. Ralf felt that he was getting close to spewing. He started panting heavily, rubbing a paw through Mike's fur, feeling the raw power and muscle underneath. Their heads pressed together and Ralf heard Mike say, "Here we go pup..."

Then Ralf felt Mike bring both of his paws down onto their knots and squeeze as hard as he could. Ralf felt his cock pulse and he knew he could take it no more. He let loose. His cock shot off like a cannon, warm seed sprayed up between them both. The few shots coat his muzzle. It then went onto both of their chests, each blast covering a little less distance with less power till it just spilled over the side. Then, he felt the larger cock twitch, the balls drew upward, and a torrent of semen launched from the thick tube of dobie dong. The first blast lands in on his ear. The second hit himself square on the side of his muzzle. The third hit Ralf's shoulder. Mike then arched his back as his cock continued to unload between the two. Ralf continued to pant, as he reveled in his afterglow. He felt Mike lean backward to lie down and own body went go with him. Mike wrapped a paw around Ralf as he pressed his sticky muzzle into his own stickier chest. The last few squirts emptied out of Mike's cock between their two panting bodies.

They laid together on the bench for a while coming down off the high they just created. Both were slick and sticky with each other's seed, but neither cared. Mike looked down and saw Ralf's muzzle lying snugly against his chest. He gave his ear an affectionate lick. "This is going to be a good year my pup."

Ralf, almost too tired to respond, he nodded into Mike's chest. Eventually, they felt their knots subside and their cocks recede into their sheaths. Ralf inhaled deeply one last time enjoying the sweet, heavy smell of musk that has overtaken the room. Ralf felt a small ping of sadness when he felt Mike start to get up. His ears flattened slightly but he knew they couldn't stay there forever. Mike grabbed their towels and wiped as much cum as he can from their damp bodies and the musky room. Mike undid the latch on the door, and they both walked naked back to the showers, towels around their necks.