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With tired, heavy steps Mint made his way to the locker room. The now almost empty gym was mostly silent but for the grunts and groans of the dedicated putting in a few more reps before finishing. A session at the gym wasn't a regular occurrence for the goat and he was puffing and panting a bit more than he'd like to admit for his short workout. He marveled briefly at the others he'd seen there managing to lift loads twice or three times as big as his own while appearing to exert about as much effort as they'd use to open the fridge door. Mint hadn't really gotten much done in comparison, but he'd still call the trip a success.

Entering the locker room, Mint navigated the walls of lockers as he made his way to his own, somewhat disappointed to find he seemed to be the only one changing right now. Locker rooms had always been a bit of a guilty pleasure for him since High School when he started to discover his interest in other guys. Something about the atmosphere and the smell, not to mention the stripping dudes, called to him. He couldn't help but have a peek or several while there. It had partly influenced his decision to come to the gym tonight.

'Oh well,' Mint thought as he began to undress. 'I got to see a lot of good stuff during my workout, at least.'

Barely having gotten his t-shirt off, Mint's ears perked as he heard the locker room door open. He paused to listen as the footsteps approached, heart fluttering a little. When it became clear they were headed his way, Mint hurried to look nonchalant, leaning toward his locker and doing his best impression of someone looking for something inside.

Movement caught the corner of his eye before stopping. Whoever it was had their locker on the same row, it seemed. Mint praised his luck. It'd be easy to take a few sidelong glances. Maybe he'd even go to the showers. Mint grinned a little as he turned his head to have a better look at his neighbour.

Ah, he'd seen the dog before. He was in the gym when Mint had arrived and had spent some time on the rowing machine. Mint couldn't help but pay special attention to him during his session due to his attire; a pair of blue shorts that seemed a little too small such that Mint was sure he could make out the exact outline of the dog's junk when he sat in certain positions, and a tank top that it could be argued revealed more than it covered.

Mint turned back to his own locker, determined to find something to waste time doing. He had to see this guy change.

Again his eye caught movement and Mint glanced as inconspicuously as he could manage. The dog had bent over and pulled down his shorts, revealing a pair of tight boxer briefs. Mint watched as he stepped out of the shorts and cast them to the bench behind him. The shorts had left little to the imagination, but those briefs seemed to be no more than a courtesy. It didn't take a mind as perverse as the goat's to imagine the specifics of what was causing the bulge in their front.

Catching himself, Mint turned back to his own locker, remembering that he was supposed to be changing too. He stepped back to sit on the bench, forcing his eyes to stay on his shoe as he began to untie it. He didn't last long before daring to peek at the dog again.

He was stood upright again and, consequently, his underwear clad region was on full display. The sight was still as good as ever, but Mint quickly registered something was off. His eyes flicked further up and met the dog's.

Panicked, Mint turned back to his shoe and made a show of untying it. Nothing to see here. Not perving on you. Just an incidental glance...

"You don't come here much, right?"

It took Mint a second to realise the dog had not only spoken, but spoken to him. He felt a sudden rush of excitement.

"What? Oh... No. This is the first time in a while." Mint forced himself to calm down. Just a casual conversation. "Just... wanted to get in shape for Christmas."

The dog chuckled. "Of course. And no ulterior motives at all, I assume?"

Mint paused and looked at the dog, who was now leaning his shoulder against the lockers so as to face him. Mint tried not to look down "No. What do you mean?"

"Nothing at all," the dog shrugged. "Just the way you'd been watching me all day I thought you were interested in something."

Dread settled in Mint's stomach. "Look... I didn't mean anything. I was just--"

"Just admiring the sights?" The dog was grinning deviously now. "Don't look so worried, goat. Maybe I like being admired. Be honest now, did you like what you saw?"

Mint was stunned. Was this happening? Somehow he managed to pull himself together enough to reply "Yes."

"Wanna take a better look? The sights are much better up close."

The dog didn't wait for an answer, simply crossing to where Mint sat until he was within touching distance. From here Mint could see it all. The outline of his dick against the briefs, the patches of sweat that had stained the fabric. And that smell...

Mint took a deep breath to steady himself, reaching hesitantly for the dog before pausing.

"Don't get shy now, boy." The dog took Mint by the wrist, pulling him towards his body while stepping forward. As a result, Mint found himself leaning forward on the bench, his muzzle pressed right against the bulge in the dog's underwear.

He felt the heat of the dog's body through the briefs and couldn't help but give a breathy moan as he took several whiffs of the musk up close, the powerful and earthy scent overwhelming his senses and washing away the earlier trepidation.

Reaching up with his free hand, Mint gripped the dog's thigh as he began to nuzzle at his bulge, inhaling deeply to take in more of that wonderful smell. The dog chuckled above him, releasing his wrist to grip the horns on his head, pulling Mint's muzzle further into his groin while grinding his bulge against his nose.

"Gooood boy. Doesn't this feel great?"

Mint moaned a barely audible agreement. Horns gripped as they were and in his vaguely lucid state, he could do little more than breathe the increasingly musk inundated air as he let the dog rub against his face, matting his fur with sweat.

The dog growled quietly, feeling his dick begin to harden and leak inside his briefs. He could feel Mint's hot breaths against his thighs and junk and, after a while, they were joined by the sensation of the goat's mouth and tongue as he began to lick and kiss at the package. The dog moaned and pulled Mint's horns harder, keeping him pressed against his dick as it pulsed for a moment, releasing a sizable amount of pre. This was getting to be too much. And nice as the briefs were for showing off, they didn't allow much room for growth.

Mint gasped as his horns were released and the dog stepped away, leaving him blinking in the sudden light and breathing the sharp taste of fresh air for what felt like the first time in hours. He watched the dog pull down his underwear letting his semi erect cock and furry balls hang free. Tossing the underwear to the bench, he gripped his cock and moved toward Mint again.

The dog's paw pressed on his chest and Mint let it guide him back until he lay horizontally on the bench. The dog stepped over him, giving him a wonderful view of the taint and low hanging balls and everything else in between, before the dog sat down on his chest and the newly unleashed but equally musky package was now positioned right before his face.

Acting on base desire, Mint leaned up with his muzzle open to take the dog's dick into his mouth, only to be pushed back down.

"Not just yet. I'm still a mess from my workout. You don't mind giving me a tongue bath like a good little bitch, do you?"

Again, he didn't wait for a response before shuffling forward and smothering Mint with his crotch. His balls rested right upon Mint's nose, who moaned shakily as he caught their scent. It was the same incredible, familiar scent as before while somehow better. Perhaps there was more of it or some additional ingredient here that wasn't elsewhere, but that didn't much matter to Mint right now as he wasted no time getting to work.

His tongue reached out to lap at the back of the bog's balls and taint, taste buds ablaze with the flavour. Salty and earthy and unmistakably male, Mint wanted more and his tongue was soon back out of his muzzle to lap up as much as he could.

Above him, the dog was enjoying himself very much. His dick was now rock hard in his grasp as he straddled Mint's face, leaking pre down onto the fur on his forehead. "That's it, goood bitch." The dog moaned. "Get me all nice and clean."

He shifted positions and Mint now found his muzzle buried between the dog's balls and thighs, scent once again familiar while subtly different. But it didn't matter at all. Mint was enraptured in his task, every sniff and lick bringing him more of what he craved. His head swam, though whether it was from lack of fresh air or sheer lust Mint couldn't say for sure even long after the fact. His own dick was erect, tenting his shorts and leaking into them but entirely forgotten. That wasn't important right now.

An unknown amount of time passed with the dog riding on Mint's face who in turn happily licked clean every nook and cranny he could get to until his tongue started to numb. He strove to continue regardless, but the dog had other ideas.

"That's good enough, goat," He said as he lifted himself from Mint's face, unable to restrain a chuckle as he saw the panting mess of mussed fur and sweat underneath. He held his dick over Mint's muzzle before tapping him on the nose of with it. "How about we finish up here?"

Duly compliant, Mint opened his muzzle and made a token effort to raise his head, which turned out to be unnecessary as the dog was more than willing to do the work this time. He pushed his dick into the willing muzzle, moaning as he felt the goat's skilled tongue once again get to work.

"Such an obedient little bitch..." He moaned absently, grabbing Mint's horns again before starting to thrust into his muzzle. He was already so close he could've finished now, but he wanted to make good use of his new toy.

Using the horns as leverage, he thrust and pulled carefully to keep himself from going too far. Mint's tongue was never idle, working on the shaft as the dog used his muzzle and eagerly accepting every drop of pre he coaxed out. Before long the dog was having trouble controlling himself, panting hard as he pulled his cock from Mint's mouth.

"Let's see how cute you look with my cum on your fuzzy face." He growled through grit teeth, using one paw to push Mint's head back against the bench while the other pumped himself closer to his peak. After one last groan, the dog gave out a drawn out and barely restrained howl as he climaxed. He thrust into his paw to milk every last drop, watching with satisfaction as his load coated Mint's face a good deal. Streaks of his seed covered the goat's muzzle, as well as his forehead where it was joined with the pre from earlier, marking him like a bitch.

"Looks good on you." The dog grinned as he sat back on Mint's chest, lifting his briefs to clean off what mess remained on his dick and paws. "I wouldn't bother showering. You smell damn good covered in my scent."

Satisfied, he stood up and stepped over the bench, dropping the underwear he'd used as a cum rag onto Mint's face. "Why don't you keep these. Judging from how hard your dick is you'll enjoy using them later." The dog chuckled as he made his way back to his locker. "Maybe see you again, goat."

Mint simply lay where he was, coated in the dog's seed and musk and breathing in the strong scent of the briefs with every tired pant. He'd need a little time to recuperate from this workout.