A Redneck Hunting Trip (Wet Version)
Here is the wet, dirtier version of my previous story.
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The air was bitter cold but still up in the deer stand. Artie took a glance at the toned Rottweiler who was huddled up next to him in his camo jacket and jeans, his shotgun over his shoulder. He and Billy had arrived there before the sun had even come up, and nothing had shown it's self. When he looked away, Billy raised his head, glancing back at the black Labrador stud sitting next to him with his legs out and the tips of his black boots touching. Now that the sun was rising, Billy could see Artie's moist breaths in the air.
Both of the dogs took notice of each other, but didn't say a word. Artie looked down at his crotch, his breaths getting heavier as he felt his morning wood come in. He licked his wet lips as the knot of his nine inch cock grinded against his jeans. As if it were nothing, he reach down and adjusted himself through his jeans, first around his thick sheathe and then stroking along his fat shaft along his thigh. He quickly grabbed Billy's attention, the dog panting, his hot breath showing in the cold morning air as he watched Artie out of the corner of his eye.
Billy was quickly on his knees, pulling down Artie's zipper before undoing the button to his pants. There was only a horny smile on Artie's face as he reached out to stroke the gauge at the base of Billy's flapping left ear as the Rottweiler redneck hunk buried his nose into the piss flap of Artie's boxers; taking in the rich musk built up in the Labrador's shorts. Artie threw his head back in a moan, adjusting and licking his lip as Billy finally slid his thick meat from inside his pants, wrapping his rough, padded paw around his shaft and teasing its pointed head with his thumb as he stroked it. In no time at all, Billy swallowed it whole, forcing Artie to grab hold of his ears, pinning his head where it was.
Artie squirmed in place, his tail tapping against the floor of the wooden deer stand as Billy's thick, wet tongue swirled around his cock before the Rottie sucked hard with his lips. He curled his toes in his boots when half of his swelling knot disappeared into Billy's muzzle. "Nice..." he growled, pushing his hips further towards Billy's face. Billy breathed long breaths through his nose, savoring the thickness of the salty, unwashed cock in his muzzle as he unzipped his own fly, letting his fat prick flop out before stroking it, thick globs of pre sticking between his padded fingertips.
Without even pulling out, Artie switched places, putting Billy's back to the tree, starting to move his hips as he started to freely fuck his best friend's face. Billy moaned, feeling Artie's toned ass tighten as more cock slid down to the back of his throat; Artie's pants sliding down to the back of his thighs. Taking hold of Artie's round, hanging sac, Billy slurped as he felt a glob of pre squirt out onto his tongue, reaching his other paw between Artie's legs and swirling his middle finger around his exposed pink pucker. As that padded finger started to push, Artie started to playfully growl, clenching his eyes and jaw when it finally pushed all the way in up to Billy's second knuckle.
"Oh fuck..." was all Artie could moan as Billy slid his finger all the way out and then back in while swirling his tongue around his friend's cock. Artie was so turned on, the blood rushed to his head, his breaths showed in the cool air; he wasn't sure which amazing feeling to pay attention to. In and out. In and out. Billy slurped more and more pre as he milked Artie's hole, hearing his friend's moans getting louder and louder as Artie reached up and grabbed a lone branch. But with one final push of Billy's padded digit, Artie grabbed the back of Billy's head with his free paw, clenching his jaw and moaning through his teeth as he shot squirt after squirt of steamy, watery dog jizz down the back of Billy's throat, leaning his forehead against the tree, panting hard as he felt himself finishing hard...
Later...
When the two dogs got back to Billy's truck, a smile on both their faces, they secured their guns on Billy's gun rack before hopping off the back of the tailgate. Artie huffed when he felt a massive bulge suddenly smack into him, pushing him hard against the tailgate as Billy roughly grinded his ass through the straining front of his jeans. The Lab moaned, throwing his head back in the warming sunlight as Billy grabbed hold of Artie' tail and forcefully bucked three times into his ass. Panting hard, Billy lapped along Artie's neck, nipping at his floppy ear before grabbing hold of the rim of Artie's pants and shoving them down. Artie grabbed hold of the tailgate, holding on as his spent but hard cock flopped out as Billy forced his jeans past his boots.
No time was wasted as they climbed onto the truck; Artie grabbing onto the gun rack, arching his back and lifting his tail, exposing his fingered tail hole to the Rottie stud with the rock hard prick behind him. Grabbing hold of Artie's firm ass, Billy near snorted, hungry for the stud's warm hole as he thrust his muzzle forward and wildly probed at that luscious pucker with his tongue. Artie felt a chill go up his spine and his cock leaked pre as he even felt thick wads of spit slide between his ass and his hanging sac, getting him all nicely wet and ready.
Panting hard, Artie squatted down as Billy positioned himself, gripping hard to the gun rack as he felt the pointed tip of that vein covered prick touch his wet pucker. Artie's breath was caught in his chest as he felt a shooting pain travel from his ass to his abdomen as Billy thrust his cock all the way in up to the knot. The Lab took shortened breaths, panting and grunting as the Rottie brutally fucked his ass. He was expecting it, having known Billy's rough fucking for years, moaning out, "Fucking A!" as he lifted his leg up onto the side of the truck, allowing easier access for Billy's cock to fuck his guts, loving that sharp pounding feeling.
Billy growled as he leaned forward, nipping at Artie's neck as he reached under the dog and fondled at the purple ball bearings with the green spikes in Artie's dark nipples. Artie leaned forward, drooling as he felt Billy's big cock relentlessly grinding over that love spot deep inside him, his own cock drooling all over the truck bed. Suddenly, without warning, Billy twisted the piercings in Artie's sensitive nubs, causing Artie to gasp and growl, his knees as buckling as he shot globs of cum all over the back window of the truck, falling back onto Billy's cock as he felt amazing relief.
Billy got rougher and rougher, slamming Artie's abused whole before...POP! Artie groaned, leaning over the gun rack as he felt so full, breathing and panting non-stop as Billy's knot plugged him real good, filling him with what felt like an endless flow of warm dog cum. Billy grabbed the back of Artie's head, wildly dog humping him non-stop. The last thing Artie felt was a sharp tugging, and with a loud slurp, he sighed with relief as his best friend's cock slid out of his hole, licking his lips as he felt an amazing load travel down his legs, pooling around his and Billy's boots.
A breeze ran over Artie's gaping hole and up his back as he felt a tugging at his camo jacket, exposing his chest tight white t-shirt. Breathing deep as his ass throbbed and dripped in such a good way, he shared a horny look with Billy as the Rottie stood over him, fondling his cock and balls. He raised his muzzle, gasping as a heavy golden, liquid arch hit him square in the chest. His tongue fell from his muzzle as he panted, washing himself in that golden shower with his paw, spreading it around his crotch. As Billy's piss trickled to a stop, Artie stood up, reaching out and ripping open Billy's hunting jacket, leaning in, forcing his tongue to the back of Billy's muzzle as his cock stood tall. Both dogs groaned in the back of their throats, Artie's hard dick releasing a solid golden stream as they sucked face.
End.