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Heyo guys!

After a bit of break, I am back! Probably will do something like that from now on, posting one stories per week for a month and then take a week off ^^ just so I can replenish my story stock XD Still, this is a silly idea that came to me when stuck at a young cousin's birthday, though this story is the product of only my imagination XD But I hope you will like it and such! And show it with a fave, comment and vote!

Thank you for helping me with everything Gritou! By the way, my orca has posted his first story ever last week, Going with the flow, go check it out!

The cacophonic music was way too loud for Charlie's tastes, his triangular ears perpetually flicking as he watched the crowd of young furs dancing and chatting in front of him. The rottie was just standing close to the catering table, munching down chips and other salty things, avoiding anything that could ruin his cool shirt.

In short, he was being kinda a party pooper. Not that the dark-furred canine hated such a party, he was usually happy to have fun and shake his booty on the dancefloor; he might be a geek, but he knew how to live.

Just... It felt awkward to be his cousin's birthday party, where the average age was 18. Charlie was just five or four years above that average, but the combined facts of being the oldest fur, past his college years and with a job weighted on him terribly. That was why the Rottweiler was on his own, stuffing his face with treats and glancing at his phone.

His plan had been simple: arrive, say hi to Haley, wait an hour in some corner, then say good bye to his cousin and go home to get some sleep. His mom had nagged that he must attend the party, else Haley would be devastated or so she claimed, but she hadn't specified how long he had to be there, and an hour was a good period of time in his mind, so he was waiting for that hour to pass, one slow second at a time.

Grunting, the lean rottie moved to the beverage table, grabbing one plastic red glass with the intent of filling it with fruit juice. That intention was thwarted, as the pincher was seized by another fur, a relative from Haley's other side of the family by the looks of him.

"Oh, sorry! Do you want some juice?" The towering Doberman asked him, shaking his pincher-bearing paw at him with a smile on his long muzzle.

"Oh, no no no! You first!" Charlie waved away the offer. "I am in no danger of dying of thirst!"

"You might not be, but I insist of filling your glass!" The Dobie grinned back, already lowering the pincher so to cut off any other protests.

"Uh, then, thanks." The shorter dog said, accepting the drink and slowly sipping it as the Dobie took a glass-full of juice for himself, remaining with him just besides the table. That meant he would like to chat a bit, with the consequence that the rottie had to remember his name or facing utter embarrassment

Charlie examined the other fur from head to toe, registering how he was taller and somewhat buffer than him and had an overall tanner fur; the Doberman must hit the gym quite often. It was still clear, though, that he was kind of a geek, or so his glasses implied, and that he was about his own age. All facts that narrowed down the list of possible names, considering how Haley's Dobie family leaned toward sports and...

"You must be Charlie, right?" The other canine spoke first, surprising the rottie who had been lost in his thoughts. Luckily he had finished drinking the juice, else he was quite sure he would have spit a bit of it because of the surprise.

"Y-yeah, that is me." The Rottweiler stammered, his mind racing to find the right name, putting the facts together. "25-something, that isn't an athlete and who is very polite... He must be..."

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"And you are Markus! Nice to meet you again!" The dark canine exclaimed, extending his paw to grab the other's in a salute, all the while looking for clues if his guess had been wrong. The ears weren't flicking, nor he was grimacing, and the general body language of the Dobie wasn't showing any irritation... Plus he wasn't correcting him. That meant he was right!

"Heyo! Same for me!" Markus smiled at him, turning to face the dance floor. "How is it going?"

"Everything is fine! Work and such, the life of a post-graduated I guess." The rottie answered him, following his lead and turning to watch the young furs enjoying the frenzy of the dance.

"Like all of us!" The Dobie chuckled, his eyes fixed on the moving figures. "Had spent more hours at the lab than at home lately."

"Urgh, that is tough! Things at the office are quite slow, thankfully!" He voiced his sympathies as the shared they exchanged the usual chitchat.

"That is why I find this kind of evenings quite refreshing." The taller dog said before barking a short laugh at something on the dance floor. Charlie followed his eyes to find out who attracted the semi-cousin's attention, discovering that was none other than the relative they had in common, dancing like mad in the center of attention.

"Eeheheh Haley seems lost in the rhythms!" The canine noted, finding his cousin's dance moves quite... amusing.

"She always liked music and dancing, since she was a pup..." Markus agreed, a nostalgic smile on his muzzle. "I remember when she used to get all excited about Britney Spears!"

"OH did she used to sing "Toxic" out lout with you too?" Charlie asked, getting lost in the memories of his youth.

"Of course! And..." The somewhat lighter-furred dog lowered his voice in joking embarrassment. "I sang with her too!"

"Oh man! So did I!" The rottie bellowed, surprised to find out that they shared an experience.

"Eheheh guess we share such a shameful secret!" The Doberman grinned, his smile turning nostalgic as he admired their cousin. "Can't believe that she grew up...."

"Neither can... Where the time goes..." He agreed, silence falling on them. Orr at least as much of a silent you can get in a club. The rottie glanced at his companion, still not remembering much of him; he had been always more focused on ogling his jock siblings in the rare occasions when Haley's parents had assembled all their families together.

He was kinda regretting to have ignored Markus, he was kinda cute and fun to be around... And not many could make him say that just from a brief talk! Maybe he should ask him if he liked to go someplace else, to have a proper drink....

"It is nice of you to come to this party, I am quite sure Haley has appreciated that!" The Dobie said, breaking the lull in the conversation.

"Yeah, she seemed happy to seem. Though I didn't exactly come of my own volition..." Charlie blurted out before he could stop himself, irking the curiosity of his semi-cousin.

"You mean you were forced to come? By whom?" The other questioned him, even though his voice was devoid of reprimand

"Well, let's just say my mom can be... very convincing." He admitted, the revelation being met by a sonorous laugh from the Doberman that made his triangular ears flicker. "What's so funny?"

"Ehehehe, we are similar in that too, just that... My mom really wanted me to be here!" Markus laughed, joined by the rottie right away.

"Guess we were the only ones to be fooled like that, since we are the only cousins present!" He pointed out, quickly scanning about to see if he had been wrong on that.

"I don't know your side, but my brothers all used the all too convenient excuse of being in different States." The Dobie chuckled, his stub wagging a bit in amusement.

"I don't know what they told mom, but I was picked up as the family representative or something." The darker fur grumbled, shaking his head in sadness.

"Eh. It feels strange to be six or seven years senior than most people." The Doberman pointed out, even if his tone didn't match his words. He sounded almost... cheerful.

"I think exactly the same, we are the only one allowed to drink in here." He agreed to his companion, eyeing him a bit better. The Dobie might not be an athlete, but he sure had a good booty... And a nice personality. He really had missed knowing a great fur, all these years! But he might be still able to catch up... And if he was lucky...

"Yeah, shame that Haley hadn't asked for more adult refreshments." Markus pointed out one of the major flaws of that party, and the reason why the rottie hadn't been enjoying it... Up until now, that is.

The remark was his cue, his muzzle opening to speak the nonchalant proposal. "Well, if you want to drink something, I know a nice place not far fr-"

"HEY THERE IS MY FAVORITE GAY COUSIN!" A bellow from the distance stopped him in his tracks, making his triangular ears flicker. Charlie sure didn't liked when his little cousin called him like that... especially in front of so many people.

The Rottweiler turned to his companion, his expression apologetic. "Sorry, she is talking..."

"...About me." Markus was completing the phrase, his tall ears and general posture conveying the same degree of embarrassment than he was feeling. At least for a second, since that morphed in mirrored surprise.

"You are gay too?" They exclaimed at unison, so shocked by the revelation that they didn't notice that Haley had approached them in the mean time.

"Oh, and he is in company of my equally favorite gay cousin." The party girl said, managing to save herself by a potential blunder by remaining purposely vague. "I'm not surprised to find you two together."

"You aren't, Haley?" Charlie repeated, curious to know why she assumed that. Luckily, this time he didn't synched his reaction with the Doberman's, who stayed there silently and looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Of course. You are respectable grown-ups, usually your stock band together." The Dobie-rottie mix explained, waving one manicured paw at them.

"You are kinda right on that..." Her Dobie cousin rumbled, still seemingly shocked by the revelation.

"Of course I am. Plus, I know you two, out of all my cousins, could get along." The long haired girl grinned at them, her tail wagging widely behind her.

"I guess it is nice when your relatives are nice to each other." Charlie grinned back, easily resuming a more cheerful mood; she had that kind of effect on him. Strangely, his semi-cousin was remaining silent, as he was more touched by the situation.

"Yeah! Plus, I specifically asked your moms to make you come." She added quickly, still smiling warmly to the both of them.

"Why would you do that?" The rottie asked, baffled. He hadn't thought his cousin had requested their presence... And that implied some hidden agenda...

"Because I really wanted you to be here, silly." Haley giggled innocently, then grabbed the both of them by the arm as the official photographer appeared. "Now photo time!"

"O-Okay." Markus's first word in a while came a bit stuttered, as the mixed dog arranged them, putting herself in the middle and just wrapping their arms behind her. The Rottweiler's arm brushed for a moment with the other's male, but hopefully the blush would be hidden by the shadow in the photos.

"CHEEEEEESE!" The Doberweiler shouted, getting a meeker one from her two cousins. The flash blinded him for a few seconds, even if he had been prepared to it. When Charlie regained his vision he saw that his cousin had escaped their embrace, living the two of them kinda holding paws. They lingered in that for a few seconds before realizing, immediately stopping the contact; though the Dobie seemed to linger in it a bit longer...

"Now that you have done the mandatory photo, you can go and have fun!" Haley exclaimed, some excited redness appearing under her tanned cheeks, surprising him.

"Don't you want us to stay for the cake?" He asked, his head tilting in a bit in confusion. His companion stayed silent, but a quick glance showed him that he was equally confused expression from the long muzzled fur.

"Nah, it will take ages before it is brought in. Plus, I am sure you want to have grown up fun, you look so bored!" She replied, all grins and giggles, almost as if she intended that entendre. Knowing her... she had done it on purpose.

"But-" The rottie protest was immediately cut off as Haley leaned forward to plant two big smooches on his cheeks.

"I appreciated you came here, but now you are released." The Doberweiler said as she went to kiss her other cousin, having to raise on the tips of her paws to do that. "Have lots of fun and see you soon!"

And with that Haley was gone, swallowed by the throng of dancing furs, leaving her older cousins stranded at the beverage table and still a little shaken by such an encounter. Charlie shook his head, smirking as he turned to talk to his companion.

"From how she talked it sounded like she expect us to hook up or something." He quirked, going to get some more juice; the Doberman had already beaten him to that and was gulping down a whole glass of it.

"Y-yeah, s-she sounded like that." The taller fur echoed his voice with a nervous stutter, already filling his glass with more beverage.

"It is almost like she invited us for this very purpose. Weird, eh?" The rottie joked, though the nervousness that he perceived from the other irked him a bit. Even more when Markus failed to answer him, remaining turned to the table with his tall ears a bit folded, pushing him to repeat his "Weird, eh?"

The lighter-furred male shook from his stupor, laughing a bit as he answered, his body showing tenseness all over. "She wants us to hook up for real." He said, his small smile quivering a bit.

"Would be soooo Haley of wanting to pair up her gay cousins together just because it would be cute." Charlie proposed, scratching behind his ear. She had been pestering him about boyfriends and his love life since he had come out to her, and probably did the same with Markus. Maybe she thought that this match would work and solve two problems at the same time...

"There was another reason to it." The Dobie almost whispered, then his face got resolute, as if he had taken a decision. "She knows that I have a crush on you."

That revelation made the rottie spun his head, looking surprised at the Doberman who was standing there, his posture a bit apologetic but not as nervous as before. He wouldn't have imagined that, after all they had met just a pawful of times during the years! But then crushes didn't make sense....

"Really? I... I didn't know it..." Charlie said, a bit dumbfounded by such a piece of information, but deep down kinda happy that he had attracted the attention of the bespectacled Dobie.

"It is not like I told you before, and luckily Haley kept the secret." He waved off, sounding much more confident now that he had dropped such a weight. "Plus, it is one of those teenager crushes you keep all your life, you know?"

"Yeah, I definitely know." The Rottweiler agreed, remembering the few that he was still carrying over since he had discovered he was gay.

"And I actually kinda hoped to meet you here at this party, in the hopes of getting a date... Even if I didn't know you are gay. Silly, isn't it?" Markus said, his ears dropping a bit. But that wasn't silly at all, the rottie knew it.

"Weeeeellll not at all, it's not like I wasn't thinking of hitting on you." He said, scooping closer to the other man, their shoulders touching a bit.

"Y-you were? Really?" The taller fur exclaimed, his ears getting back their perkiness.

"Of course! You are a really cute guy." Charlie stated the obvious, grinning at his companion. "And the fact you have a crush on me doesn't change that."

"Uhm, so it seems Haley did succeed after all..." The Doberman mused, grinning back at his semi-cousin. "At least partially. So, do you want to go on a date?"

"Well, I think we can consider this already a date!" He replied, wrapping an arm around the small of the Dobie's back, getting him closer. The shorter fur was feeling quite excited about all of this, and maybe...

"I guess we can..." Markus agreed, his smile turning a bit wantonly as he felt a paw brush against his ass, his eyes getting fired up as much as the Rottie's own.

"And if you consider the other times we saw each other, this is surely our third date too..."

***** *****

Despite their bravado, they didn't fall in a sexual frenzy as they were driving to Charlie's place. Nor they did once there, with passionate kisses and all the jazz. They were attracted to each other, sure, the trapped hard-ons were proof enough of that; they were just shy guys, and spontaneous things weren't their thing.

Sure they had chatted all the way, and they actually discovered they had some interests in common. They had been so engrossed by the conversation that they just kept going once they reached his apartment, drinking something while they were at it. But then urges called and they moved to the bedroom and...

They sat on the Rottie's bed, both silent, shifting on their place as neither of them had the courage to do the move. The shorter fur eyes his companion, trying to get the courage to kiss him, to hold him and, so, beginning the fun. But it was hard not to think about the fact they were almost cousin... Sure they didn't share any blood directly, but they had in common Haley...

Then again... This was almost incest.... And Markus was a nice guy and must had a hot body... and the Rottweiler hadn't fucked in two months and really, really needed some action right now... Maybe he should just lean sensually, crack a joke and then-

Two playful lips ruined his plans to act like a Casanova, as the Doberman pressed them against his, taking so the reins of the situation. Charlie was all too happy to let him do that, opening his muzzle as soon as the surprise passed, letting in the long tongue of the other man as they embraced, the Dobie pushing him on the bed.

The two cousins swamped saliva as they action got heated up, the taller one pressing his body against the stouter one of the Rottweiler, their hips smashing together and rubbing their hard dicks against each other, even if they were still hidden by the clothes. Paws wandered, groping and caressing, discovering each mound of flesh; the rottie found out that, indeed, his semi-cousin packed some nice muscles on his slim body.

Their tongue were busy playing with each other, battling together and moving in each other's muzzle, exploring that moist entrance. The Dobie even bite lightly on his lips, just so that was pleasurable, something that Charlie loved a lot, causing him to buck his hips; and the damn Doberman noticed that, since he repeated it from time to time, and he probably would have chuckled too if his muzzle hadn't been occupied.

Their arousal increased, the two canines were forced to stop the kiss just to get rid of the clothes; graciously, Markus moved out to let the rottie undress, the various items of clothing being discharged as they acted. They were far too fired up to make a strip tease out of it, and the darker dog had just a few seconds to admire the other's cock - big, bigger than his, with a knot the size of a baseball- before the taller male was on him again.

The Rottweiler offered his lips again, welcoming back his cousin, arms wide open. The contact was much more heated now that there was nothing between them, their fur smashing together, brushing up and down as they kissed, the Dobie moving his body over him. His big hard on slide against his own, exposed skin connecting, giving out such a good friction.

Charlie moaned in the kiss, putting his legs around his cousin's waist, to let him frot even better against his stomach. He went so far as to move his own hips, eliciting moans and whimpers from the other male that were muffled by the moving lips and tongue. The rottie evaluated his partner, using his sense to calculate how strong and big he was... and, by the data he was gathering, Markus had everything okay to give him lots and lots of pleasure.

They could have continued this dry fuck until it lead to him cumming, judging from the tingling in his balls, but the Doberman had other plans, since he stopped moving, breaking the kiss all of sudden, a line of saliva connecting their muzzle before it broke. The rottie panted, glaring at his partner. "What's the big idea?" He asked, pouting a little bit.

"The only big things here are our cocks." The dog on top winked at him sassily, ramming his hips one more time to make the point. "But I thought we should get to something more... entertaining."

His curiosity was piqued, his mind conjuring a lot of possible scenario as he tried to remember if he had enough lube stacked. "Then show me this something you have in mind." The rottie said, releasing the other from his embrace, ready to get into action.

Markus didn't say anything, just chuckled as it let actions do the talking. Giving one last, toe curling kiss to the rottie, he throw his leg over his cousin, turning around until his sizeable dick was hovering over the shorter muzzle of the Rottweiler, a drop of pre falling on his lip. Charlie just licked it off, angling the dobiehood with one paw before raising his head to give the huge tool a long, wide exploration with his tongue, trailing from tip to the knot as his balls rested on his muzzle.

The stouter male felt the other shudder from that, breathing out a moan on his own cock, the hot air giving a strange feeling to the rottie. But he didn't care as he kept moving his tongue up and down that shaft, even when the long muzzle of the Dobie went down to accept his red cock in it. Markus didn't have trouble to get it all in, he seemed to be a pro in cock-sucking, his tongue wrapping around the organ with expertise as he bobbed his head up and down, one tan paw going to caress his jewels and tease his hole.

The familiar feeling of having a warm muzzle around his cock just excited Charlie even more, especially since that muzzle was so expert in it; not wanting to be overshadowed, he went to the second phase of his sucking, opening his mouth wide to accept the offered pole of flesh. The thing was so thick that it actually challenged his jaw, but it managed to fit in, inches after inches of hot rod disappearing in his hungry mouth, nestling in it until his lips met that big knot.

He couldn't stop the moan that came from his throat, more so since he knew how good that would felt for the other. The whole situation was just hitting all of his buttons, he loved giving heads, a lot, and having such an eager muzzle being occupied in pleasuring at the same time was just a good complimentary to it. Then, the Dobie added just one more thing, as he started thrusting his cock in his muzzle, something that really turned on Charlie.

The two of them were set into motion, with the Dobie doing most of it by bobbing his head up and down the doghood while, at the same time, bucking his hips in the Rottie's muzzle, everything time giving him a facefull of his lowhangers. That didn't mean Charlie was idle, as he moved his head ever so slightly, using his tongue to polish the shaft while his paws rested on those full buttcheeks, groping and massaging them.

The Dobie's paws were doing much more than groping, as one of them spread one cheek wide, while the other was starting to push one digit against his tailhole. The Rottweiler was proud of how much control he had on his butthole, commanding it to relax and give in to the invasion, the muscle opening around the thick finger without much protest, swallowing it with no effort.

The intrusion only added one more stimulus to the shorter male, now that the finger wormed inside his ass, spreading and pushing and searching for that sweet spot. Shivers of pleasure were sent down his spine when it finally found the prostate, and again once it thrust inside once again. The persistent fingering built up his orgasm even more, along with having a juicy bone in his muzzle and having a warm mouth around his own; that meant he wouldn't last much longer.

That was even more truer as Markus added yet another finger in, all the while renewing his thrusts and his bobbings. The rottie couldn't believe that he was so excited and lose that day, getting two fingers up his ass without needing lube; but that was reality, as the taller male began scissoring his fingers in his ass, spreading it even more than before and increasing the pleasure brought by his little hidden nut.

With that, his last defenses were brought down, as he couldn't fight his orgasm any longer. His howl of pleasure muffled by the dobiehood, careful not to bite down, Charlie came hard, his cock jerking and shooting his seed in the welcoming muzzle at first, then in the air as the amount proved to be too much to swallow.

The rottie let the cock slip out of his mouth, panting loudly as he recovered from his orgasm, his jaw slightly aching from the prolonged blowjob. He felt his cousin shift on the bed, now facing him, his black and tan muzzle being painted white by his cum; he almost mouthed an apologize, but his words didn't come out as he watched Markus licking off the seed from his features, then leaning over to him to kiss him deeply.

Charlie welcomed it, opening his arms wide to accept the big dog, the taste of his own cum savoring the kiss. The musky, bittersweet taste wasn't too bad, he was used to it after all; it gave extra kinkiness to the kiss, as their tongues engaged in a dance, the dobiehood pressing against his stomach and gliding over his still-hard cock and mating his fur with precum.

The rottie could feel his cousin's arousal, from how he moved, how his body reacted, and more so from how he was dry humping him with his hot rod. The Rottweiler was still in the throws of the afterglow, his own dick spurting some cum from time to time, but it would have been ungrateful for him to keep his partner unsatisfied... And his muzzle was tired, so it left only one option.

He pulled from the kiss, the long muzzle of the tanner fur still at kissable distance as he hoarsely whispered. "The lube is in the second drawer."

The Doberman looked at him, the fires of passion giving in to a little worry in his hazel eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to wait a bit?" He asked, thinking of his well-being even if he kept his body pressed, not hiding how badly he needed to come.

"Nah, I don't mind being fucked after I busted a nut." The rottie assured him, giving him a playful kiss on the nose. "Besides, you look like you really need a warm hole around your cock..."

The Dobie opened his mouth to reply, but then he seemed convinced, giving in to the stouter male's will. Regretfully, he had to be released to grab that bottle of precious liquid, moving fast to the nightstand to retrieve it; Charlie took the time to arrange some pillows under his rump, elevating his stubbed ass to guarantee a better penetration.

"Just put it on your cock, tonight I need just a little help." The canine said as he watched the other man find the lube, his stub of a tail wagging happily on his own tan and black butt. Markus just nodded, spreading a good amount of sticky substance on his pride, hissing as he jerked himself a couple of times to better cover it.

All prepared, he moved between the spread legs of his semi-cousin, kneeling just so that his pointy member pressed against the tailhole. Without directions, Charlie put his legs up to rest against the Dobie's shoulders, framing his pecs and abs in a very sensual way; he could feel the tip of the dobiehood knocking at his hole, rekindling his own arousal.

"Go on, fuck me." The rottie simply said, getting a curt nod from his partner, whose eyes were focused on the man laying in front of him. Gently, he pushed his hips forward, the donut-shaped muscle resisting just for a few seconds before opening to the invasion, the pointy tip getting a hold in it before being followed by the much thicker rest of the cock.

Charlie gasped as his ass was being spread, but gestured to the taller dog to go on when he stopped, concerned for him. Truth to be told, his innards were understandably tender and hyper stimulated after his orgasm, and he could feel each and every inch of that cock entering his butt, the sensation bordering almost to pain. The feeling was unlike to the one when you got fucked pre-orgasm, much more intense, but still bearable and...

The moan was loud as the doghood hit his prostate, then kept pressing as more of that rod passed against it. That was the reason why he loved being fucked after cumming, his prostate was stimulated much more than usual, the pleasure washing on him; his cock jumped and throbbed, still not losing his hardness even if, by now, it should have shrunk back in its dormant state.

Finally, the Doberman hilted himself completely, only his knot left out of the warm embrace of his ass. The rottie groaned at the feeling of being so full, enjoying it at its fullest but making no move to pleasure himself, just waiting for the other to truly begin. Raising his eyes, he saw Markus staring at him, a joyful expression on his long muzzle.

"I've waited for this for so many years..." The Dobie quietly said, but didn't give time for any reply as his hips moved again, his cock bumping against the hidden pleasure nut on its way out, making the rottie grunt in pleasure. The topping canine left only the tip in, the hole barely open by it, before ramming it back in one deep shove.

Charlie settled in, looking to enjoy this ride as the Dobie did his butt, his fat, thick boner getting in and out of his ass smoothly, his own lonely cock jumping and moving as he got fucked. The rottie actually moved his body along, he disliked when a bottom just stayed there passively taking it, pressing his cheeks against the Dobie's pubes and getting the knot to kiss his hole.

They built up a good rhythm, both canines groaning and barking, the dobiehood screwing the Rottweiler completely; amazingly, he could feel his orgasm slowly approaching, even if he had come not long before, as his prostate was being milked by the sizeable organ, a pool of pre gathering on his stomach.

Extending his arms, he motioned to the Doberman to come closer, the other dog doing as told and leaning forward on the bottoming cousin, folding him as his legs were bent by the bigger male. He attracted his partner in a kiss once Charlie got the long muzzle in range, the Dobie taking advantage of the new angle to thrust deeper and deeper in the warm hole that was being offered, his abs rubbing the hard-on sandwiched between their bodies.

While their tongues played with each other, their bodies rocked in the lovemaking, pleasure intensifying with each thrust, the fat cock slamming inside the rottie with great strength. The new angle of attack was particularly stimulating for Charlie, the thick rod poking and pressing the prostate in a more efficient way, building up the pressure in his back. So much that it was getting past the usual levels, and approaching those rarely attained.

His kiss-muffled moans grew in intensity, at the point that he had to break the kiss to gasp for air, the Dobie huffing and barking at the side of his head while fucking him soundly, his noises being punctuated by the slapping of manly muscles against manly muscles... Charlie kept him close, resting his chin on one wide shoulder as he moved his hips, falling a frenzy, wanting, no, needing to be bred.

The Doberman duly obliged, his cock getting in and out of that hole, but now he pressed a bit more each time, so to get his knot inside. His rod penetrated that ass at various angles, each of them eliciting a different moan from the fucked rottie, the biggest one of them caused by the entrance of the baseball-sized knot when it finally violated Charlie's hole.

That almost threw him over the edge, but luckily only almost: the rottie couldn't have stand the vehement fucking that proceeded after that if he had come right then. Markus took advantage of the deeper thrust, moving his cock faster and faster, battering the poor prostate; his barks and moans showed foretold the end, as he shoved his cock one last time, keeping it in as he sent rope after rope of cum inside the rottie.

Charlie could feel the cock in him throbbing and jumping as the top dog's balls emptied in him, the thought almost sending him over the edge; but it was the sudden mate bite that he got on his shoulder to do the trick, as his orgasm exploded for the second time, his seed being spilled between their bodies, staining both their furs. This time it was much more intense, thanks to the rough buttfuck, almost too much as his vision blackened for a few seconds.

When he regained his sense he found Markus nibbling on his neck, tenderly licking it as he shifted both of them in a more comfortable position, his tired legs extending a bit as they were stuck in the tie. The Rottweiler chuckled, enjoying the afterglow of a good fucking and the soreness in his rump.

"What is so funny?" The Dobie asked lazily, snuggling himself even closer to the other dog.

"Nah, nothing." Charlie initially said, then something truly funny occurred to him. "I wonder if Haley had imaged all of this happening..."

"I sure hope she stopped at us kissing, ewww!" The Doberman exclaimed, his nose pinched in disgust before starting to laugh, followed by his cousin.