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You remember Harold, right? Oldish German shepherd who was my roommate at one time, likes musicals and fishing, has an odd work schedule? Well, thanks to that odd schedule, one time the two of us weren't awake or even home at the same time for four damn days. When your only outlet of sexual gratification is your shepherd roommate - or, rather, when your only outlet is the wall in front of you while his is you, a smallish otter boy - and you're separated from him for four days... well, things can get a bit urgent.

Okay, well, it wasn't four days straight. He came home in the middle of the night once, climbed into bed, and fell right asleep, so I waited a few minutes (felt like ten or fifteen, was probably only two or three), rolled over, slid down under the covers, nuzzled up against his length, and... yeah. I'm not sure if he woke up or not, but when he came, he did so with a few light gasps and forceful bucks into my throat, and then I'd be surprised if my coughing and spluttering right after hadn't woken him up...

Well, anyway, he was gone for four days, came back Friday evening, plopped into bed, woke up Saturday, made me breakfast... and then asked me to come run errands with him, to spend some overdue time together. Of course I agreed.

First was the grocery store - 'I have a list', he told me when we got into the car, and then said 'are you sure you're old enough to sit in the front seat?' with a bright grin. He knew that I liked the difference in our ages, me being a freshman in college and him being almost twice that, 'cause I'm a bit of a freak like that and I guess he is, too, for indulging me. Hell, just being near him was enough to get me considerably worked up, and it didn't help that he hadn't showered in the past day or too, causing every inhaled breath through my nose to carry a noticeable hint of his scent on it, something I loved. At a red light he patted my leg, firmly; at the next one he stroked and squeezed my thigh, and then at a third he rested his paw dangerously close to my crotch, but moved it back to the wheel when I tried to get him to touch me. By then I was totally hard and wiggling in my seat, God only knows why, but the shepherd just licked his lips, smiled, turned up the radio, and continued driving.

Thankfully, that had gone down by the time we'd arrived at the store and parked, and remained down for quite a while. We were looking for nuts - ha ha, yeah - and I found the kind he was looking for, way up at the top of a shelf near the back. So I called him over - "hey, c'mere, found 'em" - while still trying to get them myself... here, I should mentioned that he's a bit larger than me too, his six-foot-five against my five-foot-seven. The shepherd lumbered over, mumbled a "oh, thanks", stood right behind me, and reached up to grab the nuts - and at the same time pressed himself against my lower back, squeezing me between the shelf and his heavy warmth. He stood there like that for a little longer than needed, and grinded against me, too, so I could feel the firm heat of his shaft in his pants.... I was hard again by the time he finally stepped back, and when he did, he patted my head and again said thanks.

We'd fucked in a store before; I wondered how quickly I'd be able to suck him off...

"C'mon, Luke. Still need whipped cream..."

If I had been bothered about anything else, he'd have held my paw to calm me down, but that would have made my current situation worse. So we finished at the grocery store, brought everything to the car, climbed back in, and headed off to our next destination. One thing I hadn't done yet was give him a handjob in the car...

"What do you say about seeing a movie tonight?"

Well, that was one way to distract me. I shrugged. "Eh, I dunno. Kinda just wanna get home, take a nap."

"Alright, I can understand that. Hey, I'm gonna pull into here real quick, I gotta piss... come with me, please. Gas station bathroom, y'know."

God, last time he'd told me to 'come with him' into a bathroom, he dragged me into a stall, emptied most of his bladder into the toilet, turned to me and told me to clean him off, and then emptied the rest down my throat. Therefore, I was a little twitchy and excited when he took my paw and pulled me into the grimy bathroom behind him, but he just stood in front of a urinal, undid his pants, flopped his thick cock through, and started his business, making sure that I could see. He had me stand close to and facing him, close enough so that - again, thanks to him not having had a chance to shower - his musk his me in a hot wave when he opened his pants... if he asked, I'd get on my knees right then and there for him. Hell, I would have done so anyway if someone else hadn't walked in right when I was about to, so instead I just walked over by the sink and waited for him to finish.

The walk back to the car was spent with me remember all the times he'd rested that heavy meat of his across my muzzle, on my nose, on my tongue, sometimes by my urging - "I want to blow you" - and sometimes by his - "Daddy could go for a good cocksucking right now, Lukas"... ugh. Along the way to the next store, he patted my leg again and said "Don't worry, pup, we'll be able to play soon. I want you too. Just - keep it in your pants for now, okay?"

Naturally, I was under the impression that 'soon' meant whenever we got back home, since something he enjoyed doing was taking me out on trips like this, teasing me the whole way, and then slamming against the wall and stripping me naked almost before the front door closes behind us once we get back. Besides, he pulled up outside a bookstore, one of the ones with tall shelves and tight aisles, so even if he did want to bang in there...

"I'm gonna pick up a cookbook," he told me in a low voice once we entered the place. It was deathly quiet, with soft jazz playing almost inaudibly over the speakers. "Look around and find something, Luke. I'll pay."

"Really? Do I have a limit?"

"Uhm... three, why not. Within reason."

He added that 'within reason' part because last time I asked for a limit and he gave me a number, five, I got three books and two box-sets, 'because this still counts as five items'. He still paid for it, rolling his eyes at me in-store, but once we got home that night and climbed into bed, he held my paws up against the headboard and fucked me, hard, not letting me paw off to finish as punishment. It was a position I wasn't used to, and it's really rare for me to have hands-free orgasms anyway, but... that was one of the hardest loads I've ever shot, after he'd had time to fuck and cum in me, clean up his mess with his tongue, and then fuck me a second time, which I got halfway through before finishing. I slept damn well that night, though remained sore for four days after...

This bookstore in particular had always been one of my favorites, mainly because the fantasy section - where I spent most of my time; with fantasy books, you can close your eyes and pick one at random, and probably eighty percent of the time enjoy what you picked, so long as you like fantasy - was way in the back of the store around a corner, where almost nobody goes and where there aren't any speakers, so you're really separated from everyone else. Harold probably knew that's where I'd be if I didn't come back to the front by the time he was done looking for his whatever, since the last few times we'd come here, he had to choose a book for me because I couldn't decide.

I had two under my arm when someone else entered the section, soon revealed to be him when I looked up from reading the back of some "Gargoyles, Angels of Darkness" book. "Ready to go?" he asked, in his gruff, low voice. Sounded like the sort of voice that belonged to any normal dad.

"Almost..." I put the book back and looked for another one. "I have two, looking for my third. Did you find your thing?"

"Yeah." He set it down on the shelf and moved a little closer. "Though, Lukas, I think I have something you'd like..."

I looked up at him - "Hm?" - but then lowered my gaze a little as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with one paw, yet again leaving me between a wall and his thick flesh after he fished it out of his boxers. With him standing with his back to the entry of the aisle like this, anyone that passed by would only see his large body... unless they looked between his legs and saw a wide rudder-tail flicking back and forth over the carpeted floor. A day or so without a shower, and then several hours today spent with his length confined in his pants and underwear... needless to say, when he lifted it up a little with three fingers, I could smell him quite well, and that made my own pants tighter. "Wh- really?"

"Mhmm." He stroked himself slowly, running his paw up and down along his semi-hard length. Before our first time in a public place, I didn't think he was into that sort of thing - but, ever since, he seemed to almost jump at the opportunity to pound me with other people around. "I walked around, there's maybe four people here... nobody comes back here anyway."

"So..." God, the heat emanating off of him when I, too, set my books down and reached forward to squeeze his shaft... he moved his own paw away and let me take over the stroking. "Where's the fun in that? No chance of us getting caught?"

"No, no, no, there's a chance - and one of the employees is coming around with one of those carts for restocking - so, if he comes down this aisle..."

Wow. Okay. I mean, I enjoyed the risk, but when it's almost a guarantee... "I don't think-"

-but a heavy paw on my shoulder pushing me down caught me by surprise, bringing me to my knees with the end of the dog's cut cock throbbing in front of my muzzle. A little bit of pre drooled out onto my nose. "Then finish Daddy quickly, or do it quietly. But I'm not zipping back up until you've taken care of this."

His hot, heady musk combining with the cool and cloying scent of the bookstore resulted in a very strange aroma, but... it wasn't entirely unpleasant. I ran my nose up along the side of his length, from the end to the base, and for a moment kept my muzzle buried in his thick, somewhat-greasy pubic fur, where that musk concentrated the most - and after a moment, I'd come back up and started swirling my tongue around his tip, lapping off all the pre that had continued to ooze out, and had also worked my paw into my pants against my own erection as well. I wasn't too worried about being seen right now: this shepherd had had quite a bit of practice at evading any suspicion, and with me in this position, I felt certain he'd be able to pull it off unless someone wanted to squeeze past him and get a book from my section of the shelf...

Those thoughts and worries gradually faded away as I bobbed up and down on his length, one paw kept at the base with the other on my own. We could have done this in the grocery store, when he was reaching up to get those nuts from the top of the shelf - we could have done this in the gas station bathroom and make it like last time, so he'd feel bad and buy me a drink from the convenience store to wash down the taste - hell, if he wanted a blowjob, we could have done this in the car. Giving road head is the best because going over any little bump or anything causes him to lift up into your throat, and sometimes he uses that to his advantage... well. Today he was about as eager and worked-up as me, based on how he pulled me down onto his length, or rather held me in place and thrust forward into my muzzle.

I gagged a little (that only happened with him, since I'd always just figured that I never had a gag reflex with every other guy I've sucked off), I squeezed my eyes shut, but I let him, and I even enjoyed it a little. Him doing this sort of thing - holding my head and pulling me down onto him, or fucking my muzzle - always reminded me of the first time he brought me to an amusement park-

Almost without warning, though, just as he had tugged me down onto him, he pushed me back a little, and then leaned down, hooked his paws under my arms, and lifted me to my feet. I blinked, confused, and looked at him; he just grinned, planted a kiss on my nose, said "remember, dickbreath: shh", and then lifted me off my feet, bracing my back against the wall and at the same time tugging my pants down past my rear. Oh God. I had to squeeze him with my legs as well as hold onto his arms, but - my grip faltered when the end of his cock, slickened with pre and saliva, pressed up against my tailhole, my weight on him already threatening to plunge him into me. I wiggled against the wall and locked eyes with him.

"You can bite my neck if it'll keep you quiet," he murred, and lifted his hips a little. I shivered. "Or I can hold a paw around your muzzle, like that time at the video game store..."

It was one of those big stores, like your standard bookstore but, well, with video games: several aisles, tall shelves, all of that. Really, it was an "entertainment center", from games to systems to music to records to movies... well, I got horny near the back rows with the music, it was late at night, it was us and maybe two other people, I told him to fuck me - "yes, right here, it'll be fun" - and he tugged my pants down, licked his paw, lubed himself up, sank into me from behind... of course I started moaning and breathing quickly, of course I gripped at the edges of the shelf and sorta made the whole thing rattle with our movements - and he clapped a paw around my muzzle, leaned over me while still pounding in and out of me, and growled "quiet, pup, or I'll stop right here and leave you leaking and panting"... God. It was nice.

I nodded and pressed down onto him - then gasped when he slid into me a little. Here, things were out of my control: at home I liked to hold him down and fuck myself on him, as rarely as he'd allow me to do that, but here it was all up to him: I could only wiggle little, lift up, press down. He had the ability to push me down onto him or lift up into me, and the fact that there were other people around made it so much more enticing... though, both being adults, we would both be held responsible if we ended up being caught.

He was slow at first, gentle while his thrusts still showed the depth of his arousal and want; he held me in place against the wall and churned in and out, each push in sinking in a little deeper. I had to grit my teeth against his thickness and the noises that it would have squeezed out of me, were I not putting in conscious effort to keep those noises down; hell, it sounded like the rustling of our clothing as we moved was louder than usual in the stiff quiet of the bookstore. I squeezed the shepherd, I leaned forward on him, I buried my muzzle in the fur of his neck but didn't bite down just yet. With him, the beginning of playtime tended to be easiest, since he liked to make sure that I was comfortable before giving me a rough pounding.

'Finish Daddy quickly', he'd said. That wasn't too much up to me, but he seemed to intend to hold to that: after managing to hilt in me following a few more thrusts, he leaned forward, pressed his forehead to mine, and breathed a gentle "Ready?"; I, panting already, could only nod. He pulled down out of me, almost all the way, and then sank back into me - and then did it again, and again, and again, each time doing so slightly faster, slightly harder, in turn causing the noise of me rubbing against the wall he had me pinned to to be a little bit louder.

Positions like this almost pleased me more than being in a bed or on the kitchen floor: in positions like this, we're closer together, I can feel all of his muscles tense up and relax, I can better feel his pulse and his breathing... here I am, trying to hold on to him and keep myself propped up, while this big shepherd thrusts in and out of me, his pants lowered slightly, not enough for anyone to be able to tell from the back what, exactly, was going on here, but... it'd be obvious.

"-Shh-" I managed through gritted teeth, in response to his little grunts and moans. There was no opportunity or space for either of us to get to my own cock, but - that was okay. I could feel my pre leaking down into the fur of my lower belly... "-there's - people around-"

"Yeah?" The shepherd just continued thrusting into me, continued pounding me, his hot breath washing out over my face and each hump pushing me up on the wall a little. "That's exactly what I said when you - gave me a handjob on a bench at Six Flags-"

With this he gave me another hard, deep thrust that would have squeezed a sharp "aah-" out of me had he not anticipated it and, of course, clapped a paw over my muzzle first, and then he waited a moment before continuing his rhythm. His little variations in speed, at one time faster than before, then slowing down; his changes in force, thrusting deep and hard into me a few times, and then just moving his hips in me - all of these revealed to me his closeness, perhaps more than his heightened breathing. Hell, he was pent up, and I was having trouble keeping my moans down - so, as per his direction, I leaned forward, bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to muffle my voice-

"Do you want to be sore tomorrow morning?" he growled in my ear.

I nodded.

"What was that?"

"Mhmm-"

"Say it."

"Yes-"

"Yes?"

"Yes, Daddy-"

So he pounded into me, deep, hard, a few more times - and then let a shiver run through his body with one final thrust, each throb of his cock hilted under my tail sending another spurt of hot cum into me, based on the sensation of being filled that gradually came over me - after four days of no real sex for this shepherd... well, after two days, he came what seemed like a quarter- or third-glassful, so... I ended up wriggling through his orgasm on account of how damn deep he had pushed into me, and because his firm grip held me that far down on him...

We couldn't remain there for much longer, though, since the noise of squeaky cart wheels floated over from around the corner. He sighed, kissed my nose, tugged down out of me - God, I'd have to change my underwear when we got home; already I could feel him leaking out of me - pulled my pants up for me, fiddled with getting his own shaft back into his pants, turned to the bookshelf-

"Is everything alright over here?" said the employee working the cart, a short, cute ferret with a high-ish voice. He obviously had no suspicions of what had just happened. "I heard some noises coming from over here when I passed by earlier..."

"Yeah, yeah-" Harold licked his lips, then wiped a paw over his forehead. "I'm alright."

The ferret looked past him at me, leaning back against the wall, just breathing. "Is... he alright? He looks... out of breath - sir, do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No, I..." I lifted a paw. "I just... ran two miles, came into here - for the... air conditioning..."

The ferret looked between the two of us, and then nodded after a little wait. "...Oh. Okay. I will... um, leave you to catch your breath, then..." and with that, he wheeled off to the next aisle.

The shepherd met my eyes again. "So..." he breathed, "found some books you want?"