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There's always a moment in your life when you put your existence in perspective. That moment you wish you never have been born; that you think everything you did didn't worth anything good. All your happy and joyful remembrances seem to have vanished into a very distant blur and the only you think right now is to end your days.

The Montmorency falls are one of the most popular touristic attractions when people come to Quebec City, but today, even if it was a warm and sunny summer day, there were no signs of life near the bridge over the river who gives a magnificent view on the St-Lawrence River and on the Orleans Island.

In fact, only one figure was standing in the middle of the bridge, looking 275 feet below. The tall german shepherd's eyes were empty, his face emotionless. Actually, it looks like his entire body was immobile. He has been there for an hour or two, maybe more, but the only thing that mattered for him now was to jump before someone he knew intervenes.

He finally dropped his cane on the bridge's wooden floor and kept his balance by putting his two paws on the guard. He ungracefully made a quick step forward and looked even more intensely at the fall underneath his feet. 'Time to end that shitty life!' He thought to himself. He remembered the last few happy things that happened to him and sighed deeply. Everything started so well though...

The little Zachary was only a three years old pup when he succeeded to ride a bike without the help of the little side wheels; his parents knew instantly that he was gifted for sports. His father, who has been a great soccer player, decided that his son will be playing soccer, but unfortunately for him, Zach didn't like that at all and stopped playing after only a practice. It was kinda good thing, because they learned a couple years later that the coach was a pedophile...

The year after, his mother, who has been one of the first women to play at the highest levels with the guys at baseball, asked to her tireless Zach if he wanted to join the local team. Always eager to do what he liked the most, he accepted without any hesitation. If the power of his offense was making no doubt that he was going to be a great hitter, his glove, on the other hand, wasn't as stellar as his bat. He continued to play baseball until one of his teammates talked to him about joining the hockey team.

The young shep didn't know anything about hockey; he was only watching it once in a while on TV with his father who lost all interest in that sport when the Nordiques left for Denver in 1995 and there was no way he was going to cheer for the Canadiens. But when he watched Joe Sakic handing the Stanley Cup to Ray Bourque, it gave him the instant bite for hockey and for the Colorado Avalanche as well. He was pleading his parents to let him play, but they weren't rich enough to pay him both hockey and baseball; they also had to take care of their two little girls.

So, Zach took the 'easy' decision to play hockey instead of baseball. So he started to play the next winter at the age of 9. Like his idol, Joe Sakic, he wanted to become a center with a wicked wrist shot and quick hands, but when he started to play, his coaches saw in him a completely different type of player. His instinct to stay behind the play to prevent turnovers and his height was giving him all the tools to become a stay-at-home defenseman. Naturally, the shepherd wasn't good at all; he was still learning how to skate forward and backward and all the game basics.

A couple of years passed and Zachary had already improved greatly. The entire evenings he was dedicating at the local ice rink had paid off nicely. He was entering his second Pee-Wee year and had played well enough the year before to get an invitation to the AA camp, the highest category. When he presented himself to the camp, it was nothing like he expected; first they were having running warm-ups around the arena, a team doctor and on top of that, their head coach was none other than Patrick Roy, who had just retired from his professional career.

The practices were rough, but the taller shepherd was able to follow everyone pretty easily. During intra-team games, Zach got paired with a Doberman named Ludovic, who was pretty equal in size as him. The two were looking like towers compared to the rest of the players. At the beginning, they were only exchanging shouts on the ice, but as the camp went on, they started to talk on the bench and after the games. By the end of the two weeks camp, they became friends and chemistry was clearly setting up between the two of them.

The final day of the camp arrived and the caramel and black shepherd couldn't be more stressed as the remaining players to get cut was him and another defenseman. After the practice, Coach Patrick asked Zach to come in his office for the verdict.

"Hey Zach, come in! Have a seat." The legendary goaltender greeted him. The young shepherd was clearly destabilized to have a face-to-face with the most glorious goalie in NHL history. "At the beginning, when I saw the reports on you, I was a bit surprised yes, but unsure of what I could expect from a pup who only has 3 years of hockey behind his belt." He pursued in French. "And well to your honor Zach, I'm pleasantly amazed by your talent!" The shepherd couldn't avoid blushing profusely.

"You have a cannon of a shot, your passes are great, you never compromise yourself and Ludovic and you could be easily our best defenseman pair, but, unfortunately, I have to announce you that you have been cut." He sighed and saw Zach's completely dumbfounded face. "You have a ton of potential pup, but you have to get more experience." He added before the young shepherd had the time to say something. "But the good news is that you'll be our number one affiliate, so you'll see a bit of AA action this year." He finished and got up; Zach did the same and exchanged a handshake.

"Thanks Mr. Roy." Zach mumbled and forced a smile before leaving the coach's office. Ludovic was waiting for him a couple of feet away from the office door, his smile faded instantly when he saw his friend coming to him with a scowl.

"You've been cut??" The tall Doberman asked and the shepherd only answered him with a disappointed glare. "That's shit!!" He shook his head in disapproval.

"At least, I'm their number one affiliate..." Zachary said which seemed to give the Doberman a little smile.

"And that's a good thing!" The shepherd finally returned the smile.

"Ludovic, time to go!" A booming voice barked from a couple of meters away.

"My dad..." The Doberman rolled his eyes. "Well, you have my phone number right?" The shepherd nodded. "Good, I'll be waiting for your call, see ya Zach!" They waved to each other before parting and go their own way.

The following week, the shepherd was entering his first high school year in the hockey program. 30 days of school days replaced by hockey, it was a dream coming true for him, as he never liked school so much, but the best was yet to come. As soon as he entered his new school and found his locker, he went straight to his first class which was English. Of course, he was the first to arrive in the class, but he didn't care, because he feared to arrive late and the thought of having 30 pairs of eyes riveted on him was giving him goosebumps.

He watched them coming one by one and to his complete surprise, he saw a tall Doberman entering the class. Ludovic spotted him immediately and went to sit to the desk next to Zach. "Why haven't you told me that you were in the hockey program?" He smiled and playfully punched the shep on the shoulder after he had dropped his books on the table.

"I don't know." He retorted with a simple smile; his tail was slowly wagging.

"Anyway, that's a great thing, because we'll see each other every day!" Ludovic looked at his friend with a broad smile.

Time passed, their friendship never stopping from growing and they were always together; so much, that the others of the hockey group were jokingly nicknaming them 'The couple'. On the other hand, Zach's hockey season went pretty well. He was, by far the best defensemen in the CC category; his team even going to the International Pee-Wee Hockey Tournament at Quebec. This was also the last time Zach would play in the CC category; only playing in the AA for the following seasons.

They eventually turned 15 and entered a pivotal year in their young hockey career; the age where scouts started to get interest in prospects for the Junior Major teams. Of course, Zachary and Ludovic were participating in the Midget AAA camp and without too much surprise; they made the team with the SSF Blizzard. But with that big step toward a professional career, they had to go to another school, so they can focus entirely on hockey.

The more they were playing, the more girls were getting interested. The kind of girl who is going to watch the games, but as soon as you ask her what an offside is, they completely don't know what you are talking about. They were calling them the 'puck sluts'. The shepherd wasn't interested by that kind of girl; in fact, he didn't know which kind of girl he liked. But looking at his friend, who was constantly surround by tons of hot bitches, it made him wonder if he was really interested in girls...

His sexual orientation questions were slowly starting to affect his behaviour; he started to shower after everybody else, he didn't know how he would react now to see other male's privates. He detached himself, to his regret, from Ludovic who seemed to be the Don Juan of the school and become a bit reclusive; his hockey performances were also going down.

It was the second straight game that the tall shepherd was benched in the third period and reviled by the coach in the locker room. They could have heard a pin drop and Zach was doing everything not to cry as the others were silently taking off their equipment. Soon everybody had left the locker room except the German shepherd who was still completely equipped. He finally stripped from his not-so-sweaty equipment and walked with a heavy step towards the showers. He turned on the water and let the hot stream ran down his fur. His head softly rested on the ceramic wall as he started to sob, crying his desperation.

He was lost in his thoughts, bawling, when he heard the door open, making him shut instantly. "Zach, you're there?" The shepherd recognized Ludovic's voice.

"What do you want?" He managed to bury his sobs, only to be replaced by sniffs.

"You okay? You've been in the showers for more than 20 minutes, I've been waiting for you, you know?" He said with an anxious tone.

"I'm alright; you can go fuck your bitch, Rebecca I think?" Zach retorted, pissed.

"WHAT? What are you talking about?? I ain't fucking anybody!" He replied, surprised before showing himself to Zach. The shepherd saw his naked friend and turned his head on the opposite side and closed his eyes. "What's the matter Zach, you can't stand seeing your friend anymore?" He said, with now a rather amused tone. "I also noticed that you're always the last to shower, any particular reasons?" He was now smiling toothily as he approached his friend.

"What do you want?" The shepherd didn't dare to look over his shoulder.

"What do I want?" He laughed. "Well that's quite simple... I want you!" He stopped behind Zach and placed his paws on his friend's shoulders, making him jump.

"Wha-?" He had turned around to see what the Doberman was doing; his eyes instantly falling on Ludovic's crotch. "Wha- What about Rebecca?"

"Fuck her! Bitches are stupid, so easy to fool!" He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Besides, I always had a fond for you." He smiled warmly and got closer of him. "Not you?" The shepherd didn't answer, his ears only flattening. "Admit it!" The Doberman wrapped his arms around Zach's waist and pulled him closer.

Their sheaths now touching the other, Zach softly whined and finally looked up to meet Ludovic's hazelnut eyes. "You've always been a non-verbal guy huh?" The Doberman smiled lightly and planted a tender kiss on the tip of Zach's muzzle. And before the shepherd replied, a hazardous paw was already down to his semi-hard member.

"Do you know... what...you're... doooiiing?" The slightly smaller dog mumbled between a couple of moans.

"Not at all, but I guess it's the same as the porn I've watched!" The Doberman replied and kept a steady pace on the hand job he was giving to his friend. Then, he started to stroke his rapidly hardening dick with the same paw he was using on Zach; their now hard woods rubbing together. The shepherd started to moan louder, but Ludovic interrupted it with a French kiss; their first. The two melted to the other's presence as their tongues were awkwardly dancing together.

The Doberman's unoccupied paw then went lower and immediately found his mate's virgin pucker. Venturing the tip of his finger inside his hole, the shepherd grunted loudly in Ludovic's muzzle, which made his woody twitch in anticipation. He then, slowly worked his finger all the way in, receiving approving and low groans from his friend. He tried for a second one, but he met some resistance.

"Relax pup, I won't hurt you I promise!" He had broken the kiss and muttered to the reluctant dog. He felt Zach's muscles relax and applied a bit more pressure with his second finger. Soon, a third finger joined the others and the shepherd couldn't avoid from moaning loudly; his knot was already formed and his muscles were tensing again. The Doberman felt that and instantly withdrew his fingers from his friend's ass, leaving him on his edge.

"Hey don't blow now, we're only beginning!" Ludovic smiled widely to his panting pal.

"What are you talking about?" The shepherd replied. "I can resist!" He then turned around, showing his tight ass to the Doberman. "Will YOU be able to resist to that?" He lifted his tail and glanced back at him with a cocky smile. Ludovic's eyes went round for a couple of seconds, watching his loving hole with lasciviousness.

"Fuck NO!" He licked his lips in anticipation. "Get over here my lovely bitch!!" He jumped on him, taking the shepherd in a tight embrace. "But before, I'll need a little of this!" He chuckled and ran his paw on the tip of Zach's dick, collecting a good amount of pre. He then started to lubricate his meat with it, mixing it to his own and sending the scent of strong musk directly to his nostrils. "Damn, you smell good pup!" He poked the head of his boner to Zach's no-longer intimate rear, his sphincter letting a bit of it penetrating.

Being fingered seconds before, Ludovic's dick was getting inside more easily. The shepherd winced when he felt the huge maleness of his friend trying to make his way in his inner part. The half of the Doberman's 10 inches greatness was now inside and he paused to let Zach getting used to the size of it. Both of them were heavily panting and the shepherd's paws were now leaning on the ceramic walls.

The Doberman, then slowly worked the rest of his huge dick inside, each time stopping when he felt the shepherd tensing. "You're doing good pup!" Ludovic whispered and kissed affectionately the side of Zach's neck.

"I'm not even doing anything!" The shepherd panted and looked back at his mate.

"I was only encouraging you..." He gave Zach a bored look and sighed. "I saw that in the movie, so I thought it would be a good thing to do..."

"I guess we still have a lot to learn..."

"It'll be a pleasure to be your teacher then!" The Doberman retrieved his naughty smile and gave his friend a little thrust, which made Zach whimper submissively. "Next time, you'll have to do your homework; otherwise, I'll have to punish you!" He thrust again, this time a bit more vigorously.

"What will I have to study?" The shepherd tilted his head back to meet Ludovic's beautiful hazelnut eyes.

"Anatomy, of course!" The big Doberman lapped tenderly Zach's forehead before slowly starting to hump the incredibly enticing shepherd's ass; making him gasp at each drive. Soon his pace fastened and his thrusts became quicker and sharper as the room was filled with moans and wet rough sex sounds. Ludovic was desperately trying to knot his friend, his balls were now slapping Zach's butt cheeks and his cock was violently hammering his no-longer virgin hole.

The shepherd was also trying his best to be knotted by the dog he was admiring; doing his best to push backward as the Doberman was, of course, putting pressure forward. Their efforts finally getting rewarded as the pop sound echoed in the showers. They both exploded at the same time and howled in unison as Ludovic filled his friend's bowels with his thick spooge and Zach unloaded partly on his chest and on the wall in front of him.

Their orgasms finally died down after 5 or 6 ropes of cum each, the Doberman collapsing on Zach's back, who also fell on his knees, not able to support his mate's heavy weight. They eventually lay down on the soggy floor, spooning each other, with the hot water stream still falling on them. They kissed together to what seemed like eternity, showing the love they were bearing for the other...

With no surprises, Zach's moral considerably increased, retrieving at the same time, his hockey touch. His confidence now at his peak, showering with the others was not a problem anymore, as long as Ludovic was there too; the two weren't missing the occasion to tease the other with appealing poses, but staying enough subtle so the others wouldn't suspect anything.

Weeks flew by quickly, the shepherds assiduously doing his 'homework', so he didn't have to undergo the Doberman's disciplines. The hockey season ended abruptly when, to everyone's surprise, the Blizzard got blown away in four games against their division rivals; the Trois-Rivières Estacades.

Being far from playing marvellously, the reports still placed the shepherd high in the draft ranks, but, without too much suspense, Ludovic got ranked #1 for the upcoming draft. The thought of being separated for the first time in their career weren't pleasing the two dogs, but to achieve their goal to play in the NHL, they had to do sacrifices.

Then the day of the draft came; for the occasion, the two dogs were dressed in their best finery. They were wearing a perfectly adjusted black suit; Zach wearing a light blue shirt with a black and light red diagonal striped tie. Ludovic was wearing a bright red shirt with a black and a three different blue tone horizontal striped tie; the most observers would have say that they were perfectly matching together...

Sitting side by side, they were anxiously waiting for the draft to begin. After the league commissioner made his usual introduction speech, he let the first team to choose, the Saint-John Sea Dogs make their pick. The team's general manager stood in front of the microphone and cleared his throat. "The Saint-John Sea Dogs are proud to select, with their first overall pick, SSF Blizzard defensemen Ludovic Dufour."

Both of the young dogs and their parents jumped off their seats at the same time and went to congratulate the new Sea Dog. After hugging Zach, Ludovic gave his jacket to his mother and made his way to the stage where the GM and the coach were waiting for him with a jersey and a cap. After the official photo, they got off the stage to go to the team's table, so they could have a private talk with their new player.

Then the waiting mode started for Zach as he completely didn't know when his name would be called. A good amount of teams were interested by him, but none of them really told the shepherd that they were sure to draft him... "The Victoriaville Tigres, with their fourth pick, are proud to select from the SSF Blizzard, defensemen Zachary Friedrich." The shepherd's ears perked and he blinked several times; just to be sure his senses weren't playing tricks on him, but the bone crushing hug his father gave him made him realize that he has been drafted by one of the team that didn't talk to him at all.

He uncertainty gave his jacket to his mother and exchanged handshakes with Ludovic's parents, before making his way to the stage. The more he was approaching the stage, the more his smile was widening. He climbed the couple of stairs to get on the stage and put the jersey the Tigre's general manager was tendering to him. Their professional careers were officially beginning!

**20 months later**

Both of the dogs had become the best defensemen of their team, spending at least 25 minutes on the ice per game. They've had an okay rookie season, adapting to a bigger and faster level. However, the size wasn't a problem for them as the Doberman was now 6'8 and weighed a little more than 200 pounds and Zach was standing at 6'7 and around the same weight as well. But it was a special day for the couple as it was going to be the first time they would play against the other. They missed last year's met because Zach was having a nasty flu, but this year, nothing could prevent the two to be opponent for a night.

The shepherd was playing in front of his crowd and the place was packed because the Sea Dogs were one of the league's most powerful teams; the Tigres were only a middle team. The warm-up began and the players jumped on the ice with energy. The players circled around their zone for a couple of seconds until they started to stretch; Zach and Ludovic stopping to their side of the center red line and placed themselves side by side.

Ironically, placed like that with a rear view, the combination of their jersey numbers was giving a nice '69'... "No free passes tonight!" The number 6 said, looking in front of him and stretching one of his legs.

"Oh! Someone's very serious tonight!" The number 9 retorted with a chuckle as he was stretching his back.

"On the ice, we aren't friends!" The shepherd didn't react to Ludovic's comment and switched to stretch the other leg.

"Yeah, yeah!" The Doberman rolled his eyes. "Let's bet something on tonight's winner..." He smiled when he saw Zach giving him a side glance. "The winner will be topping next time!" They were now looking at each other, the Doberman with a toothy smile and the shepherd with a spark in his eyes.

"Deal." Zach got up and skated away to pursue his warm-up; Ludovic quickly stretching his shoulders before doing the same thing.

Soon, the game began; of course, the two dogs were on the ice for the first faceoff. The puck dropped and the hostilities were now thrown. Being two defensemen, Zach and Ludovic weren't so much in contact as if one of them would have been a forward, but they were enough close to feel the passion those two players had for their sport. The game was intense, each inches of ice were hardly fought and the crowd was cheering loudly for their favorites.

It was late in the first period and the score was even at 0; Zach's defense partner was fighting for the puck with an opponent near the board. The Sea Dog succeed to escape from his attention, but at the last second, he tried to lift his stick, but it continued his way directly to the forward's face; a drop of blood falling to the ice. The referee stopped the play to call the four minutes high sticking penalty.

The penalty was only 45 seconds old when the Doberman received a pass from down the offense zone and let out a powerful one-timer slap shot that ended its course over the goalie's shoulder and in the net. The first period ended with a 1-0 lead for the Saint-John Sea Dogs.

The second period went pretty uneventful as both teams were exchanging shots on goal. Then the third period started; the Tigres center won his faceoff and the puck went on Zach's tape. He moved with it a bit, thwarting a player on the way with a brilliant deke and re-passed the puck to his center who was now alone. With speed, he skirted Ludovic pretty easily on his left and skated towards the goaltender, completely alone. With a feigned shot, the goalie bit to his deke and fell on his knees; so with a quick move, the Tigres center easily switched his hands and took a sharp backhand shot to pass the dumbfounded goalie.

With now a new game tied at 1, the play opened a bit, each team trying to score the goal that would make the difference. The Tigres were now in power play and the shepherd had the puck behind his net, waiting for his teammates to complete the line changes. Then, he started to skate with the puck and picked up speed as he entered the neutral zone. He had room since the forwards were taking care of the other forwards; he looked up to see that he was now facing Ludovic. With a light smile, he continued to accelerate and was now approaching the Doberman. With a quick deke, he was about to pass his friend when he felt something collide with his knee.

And it collided hard; so hard that the force of the impact mixed with the high speed made the shepherd flew in the air in a 360 tornado. He felt loudly on the ice and instinctively his paws went to support his now hurting knee. "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" The whole arena went completely silent at the agonizing howl. The only thing Zach remembered before he lost consciousness was the blur sight of a general melee not too far from him.

He woke up an hour later in the ambulance with the team doctor at his side. "What happened Bob?" He said with a faint voice.

"You were about to pass Dufour when he kneed you..." The old golden retriever said with a scowl.

"What?? And why did I passed out?"

"Too much pain to take..." He only answered.

"Is my knee ok?"

"If your knee was ok, we wouldn't be here... In fact, your knee is in a pitiful state." He sighed. "When I got to you on the ice, your leg was in an unnatural position, supposing that your knee literally exploded..."

"Oh my god, will it be alright?" The shepherd asked concerned.

"Your season is over... I'm sorry Zach!" He closed his eyes to control the frustration that was rapidly growing inside him and his thoughts felt on Ludovic. Why his best friend, his lover would have done something so terrible...?

The ambulance trip finally ended and the shepherd got transported by stretcher to the emergencies. The doctor summarily examined his oversized knee. "Classical case of a torn ACL." He sternly said.

"Huh... ok? Will it be long before I can skate again?" Zach sadly asked.

"It'll depend on your injury's severity; could be 3 months, 6, a year, we'll know that in a couple of hours..."

The endless hours passed, and finally when the shepherd was on the verge to fall asleep, the doctor entered his room. His parents had had the time to get to the hospital, so they were at his sides waiting for the doctor's verdict. "Mister and Miss Friedrich, the results we got from the x-rays are really not encouraging." He paused, looking to his notes. "You have indeed a torn ACL, your medial meniscus has been badly injured and you also have a light fracture on your upper tibia..." He watched the three of them frowned with their ears folded back.

"And the worst is that we'll have to reconstruct your entire knee, so the rehabilitation will take between 6 and 8 months..."

"So, I'll be alright for the beginning of next year's camp?" The young shep asked unsure.

"If everything goes alright yes...!"

But nothing went alright... On the next day, Zach was on the operation table and had to be in a wheel chair for the first month. Ludovic tried desperately to talk to the shepherd to apologize, but he didn't answer a single text or call him back. The Doberman even tried to visit him at his house when the Sea Dogs were in Québec for a game against the Remparts, but he got politely kicked off the Friedrich's house.

"Get the fuck outta here, he don't want to see you!" Zach's father told him when he knocked on the door that day. The young shep had seen numerous of times the cheap shot his ex-boyfriend gave him and he just couldn't believe he actually did that. Of course, Ludovic had been suspended for ten games, but the damage was done.

Meanwhile, the situation of his parents was rapidly degrading; when the night was coming, they were regularly yelling at each other about money issues and the shepherd never liked when they were acting like that. So, as soon as he got the opportunity to walk with a cane, he left the house to follow his teammates everywhere. Even with his teammates joking around, he felt very alone; he didn't want to talk to his parents, much less to Ludovic...

And then, one day after the playoffs began, his grandmother called him, disconnectedly crying. "What's going on grandma?" He asked with instant panic.

"Your father-... Monica!" She stifled a sob at the name of his daughter. "Joëlle and... Mia- th-they-...!" She started to cry again. "...d-d-dead!" She whispered between two sniffs.

"What?!?" His voice broke as his eyes were starting to water.

"They died-..." She was still whimpering loudly. "...in a car accident!" She managed to say. The cellphone Zach was holding in his paw slipped from it and crashed on the ground. He stayed immobile with the tears profusely flowing, slowly realising his family disappeared without any goodbyes, any chance for a last hug, an 'I love you'... He collapsed on top of his hotel bed flowed by several different emotions; life has given him a good kick in the nuts. You never really get over the loss of a loved one, but when it's four at the same time; it's unbearable.

The funerals took place 4 days later and the local church was packed as the entire village knew the tragic news in a matter of hours. Ludovic even succeeded to sneak inside with his parents to assist to the ceremonial. The shepherd noticed him, but said nothing as he would wait after, to say his way of thinking. Soon, the tough ceremony came to an end and the people were slowly going back to their home, but not the Doberman who was standing still to the same place he has been the entire time.

Ludovic saw Zach coming at him with a rapid pace and an angry glare. He gulped unnaturally and took a long breath, looking all the way at the shepherd. "I'm sor-"

"You must be a fuck-" Zach placed his paw in front of his muzzle; there were still at the church after all... "Who do you think you are to come here in such a bad day?" He lowered his voice, so his voice wouldn't be echoed by the walls.

"But-"

"If it wasn't enough that all my family disappeared, you have to come here and act like everything was ok!" Zach clenched his fists.

"No I haven-"

"You ruined the only chance I had to make a career as a professional hockey player. I lost 20% of my knee movement abilities and-"

"HEY!!" The doberman's voice boomed in the church and instantly shut the shepherd. All the remaining eyes surprisingly looked at the two dogs for a second before returning to their occupation. The Doberman grabbed Zach's arm and pulled him in the restrooms not so far away. "Look..." Ludovic closed the door and turned towards the shepherd who had his arms crossed. "...just listen to what I have to say and you'll do whatever you want after..." Zach didn't react or move to the Doberman's words.

"Alright, first of all, I'm so sorry for your losses!" He made a step toward with the intention to give his friend a hug, but a raised paw rejected the proposal. He lightly coughed and scratched the tip of his muzzle to kill the uneasy moment. "And for your knee... it was a reflex!" His head lowered and his ears flattened. "You don't know how bad I feel about it, it was a cheap-shot, a dirty hit and I think I'll never forgive myself for what I did to you!" He gave a sorrowful look to Zach. "Please, will you be able to forgive me for what I've done?" He looked to an emotionless dog. "I love you Zach!" The tall Doberman whined lightly.

"Leave me alone Dovi!" The shepherd simply answered.

"Alright..." Ludovic muttered, hurt before turning around, his paw slowly turning the knob.

"And..." The Doberman's ears perked and turned his head towards Zach. "Don't ever talk to me again." The taller dog held his emotions and left without adding anything else, leaving the shepherd alone.

Zach cried for days, cloistered in his room, at his grand-parent's house; his life was a mess, a beautiful one... The summer came and the shepherd decided that his living hell had lasted long enough. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started to write his last words. He then carefully stepped out of the house and slowly walked towards his final destination. Once he reached the middle of the bridge, he stood there looking far, lost in his thoughts. And then, he dropped his cane advancing to the guard and lifted himself over it to land on the little floor extension. With a last long breath, he closed his eyes and...

"ZACHARY, ZACH, WHERE ARE YOU!!!!" He heard the bark from far, but soon enough, he saw a figure appearing on the edge of the bridge. "NO, DON'T DO IT!!!!" The shep saw Ludovic starting to run on the bridge to get to him. He wanted to jump, but his paws were glued to the guard. The Doberman stopped a meter away from him, a bit panting.

"Please Zach, come back on the good side of the bridge!" Ludovic pleaded.

"I love you Dovi." The shepherd closed his eyes, released his grip on the guard and lifted a feet in the air.

"NOOOOO!!" The Doberman jumped on the shepherd and literally caught him in the air. He was standing on his tiptoes and was hugging Zach's waist.

"Let me go please!" The shepherd asked, softly sobbing.

"I'll never let you go!" With all his strength, he succeeded to lift Zach back on the "wrong" side of the bridge. Without taking off his paws of him, he correctly replaced himself and now with ease, he lifted his friend on the good side of the bridge. Both collapsing on the wooden floor, the Doberman protectively wrapped his arms around the shocked dog. "It's over now!" He tightened the hug.

"Weren't you supposed to be at a hockey camp?" Zach finally spoke after a 10 minutes of painful silence, which they spent to cry together.

"The hockey camps start tomorrow, have you forgotten?" He lightly giggled. "I was home when your grandfather called me to find you. He told me that I would know where you could be and since here is the first place we declared our love to the world, I thought it would be the place."

"I'm so stupid..." The shepherd smiled.

"Please Zach, I want to spend the rest of my days at your side, supporting you through the bad and the good moments. I always loved you and I still crazily love you! Plus, who could resist such a tight ass!" He yearningly thrust his friend's rump.

"You're incorrigible..." Zach returned to face the Doberman and smiled to him. "We should get up before somebody sees us." Ludovic nodded with a chuckle and both of them got up. He then, picked up the cane that was lying not too far away and gave it to Zach.

"You deserve a second chance." They started to walk away.

"You deserve one too!" The doberman's cut tail was wagging uncontrollably. The shepherd gave him a puzzled look. "You know, with hockey?" He laughed.

"Only two weeks left before I can throw that cane away!" His eyes lighted up.

"I know you can do it!"

"With you by my side, I could lift a mountain." The shepherd replied before they kissed for the first time in nearly 7 months...

**4 years later**

"...Alright, see ya tomorrow Joe!" The tall Doberman waved to his teammate and closed the hotel room door behind him. He then turned towards the body that was lying on the bed, watching the sport news. "Turn that off, we just played that game!" Ludovic smiled.

"Just wanna see the goal I set up so nicely!" The shepherd quickly smiled to him and drew his attention back on the TV.

"Just another goal..." The Doberman slowly took off his suit and watched the game highlights with a more or less interested eye. Now nude, he threw his clothes on the unoccupied bed and went alongside his lover. He then started to look at him intensely, until the shepherd felt it. "Turn it off!" He nearly ordered. Zach sighed loudly and finally complied. "So..." He smiled mischievously at him. "I scored more goals than you tonight..." His smile sickened.

"You always do..." The shepherd rolled his eyes. "I scored two goals two weeks ago and you managed to do a hat trick..." He whined softly. "I'll never be able to top you..."

"I guess that's just how it supposed to be." Without losing his toothy smile, he bent to fondly kiss the shepherd's lips; their paws immediately starting to explore the other's well defined body. The two studs continued to squirm around the other for a little while, the heat surprisingly and rapidly rising. Then, Ludovic pulled away from the kiss and smiled warmly to his smaller mate. "Since you played great lately, we could combine our jersey numbers huh?" He winked to the excited shepherd.

Without adding a word, the two of them rolled on their side and faced each other. Exchanging a little kiss on the way, then Zach started to lower his head down to his lover's black and tan chest; giving it some wet and loving licks. And soon, they were facing each other's crotch, both licking their lips in expectation. The shepherd immediately engulfed Ludovic's semi-erect cock all the way to the base, licking and tasting the wonderful taste of his mate.

The Doberman didn't waste any time too to take his lover's entire 9 inches rock hard dick in his muzzle. Even when they were 69'ing, they were always challenging the other to know which one of them could blow his load last. They were both eagerly trying to suck the other off; trying as well to distract the other by lightly humping their face or moaning and complaining loud enough to arouse even more the 'opponent'.

While the shepherd was circling the tip of his mate's huge cock with his tongue, the Doberman was licking, with a rapid, but steady pace, from the base of Zach's knot to tip of his throbbing member. With his wet and cold nose, the shepherd was also able to nuzzle his lover's heavy sack which was making him tense each and every time he was doing so. The Doberman, in revenge, decided to close his muzzle around Zach's dick and sucked off all the air from it so only the canine member was filling his muzzle.

Both of them were getting close to their edge, pre flooding profusely, but both of them weren't letting a single drop escape their muzzle. Zach sensed he was about to cum, so in a desperate attempt to win the 'contest', he plunged two entire fingers in Ludovic's muscled ass. The doberman's eyes open wide to the intruders, but it was too late. Closing his eyes again, Ludovic started to fuck uncontrollably Zach's eager muzzle as he began to cum. The shepherd quickly withdrew his fingers and with his two paws blocked his mate's hips as his muzzle was filled by hot and thick Dobbie cum.

Soon, the shepherd couldn't take it anymore as he also started to fuck Ludovic's muzzle, but the Doberman wasn't doing anything to stop him from humping his face as he was lost in is head. They were continually shooting huge ropes of spooge but both of them were hungrily swallowing all the other's tasty cum. Soon, their climaxes started to die down and both were panting heavily, even with a huge cock filling their muzzle.

"Cheater!" Ludovic said with a giggle as the shepherd's dick wasn't obstructing his muzzle anymore. He heard his mate softly laugh on the other side of the bed. "I thought we agreed on not fingering the other when we were 69'ing!" The shepherd joined Ludovic on his side.

"You only say that because you're the one who set that rule up and because I was always winning when I was fingering you." Zach smiled widely to his now annoy mate. "Well, it's true! You always say that it should be you tha-" The Doberman put a finger on the gabby dog's lips and had replace his stoic face by a vanquished smile. "What?" The shepherd asked with his ears perking.

"God you never shut up!" Ludovic shook his head and hugged Zach closer.

"Does it mean I'll be able to top you?" He asked, hopefully.

"We have a game tomorrow, would be in our best interests to get some sleep!" The Doberman closed his eyes, holding his shepherd tightly.

"But will I be-"

"ZACH!" Ludovic sighed loudly. After a short moment of silence, he approached his head near the shepherd's ear. "We'll see..."