Tank - A Ride Home
#2 of Tank
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Tank - A Ride Home
By Komatose © 2009
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"Please tell me you are jokin'...that's just unreal!"
A dumbbell fell out of a paw and down to the blue mat on the floor, not even bouncing as it crashed into the plush floor cover.
"Dude, is that guy...real?
The Husky reached down to pick up the dumbbell that he had dropped, lifting it back to his side with a grunt.
The Rottwieler crossed his thick arms and nodded to the smaller dog.
"Yeah, he's been working out here for few months now, only gotten bigger, then he already is, if you can imagine."
The husky scratched the back of his head.
"Holy shit...he can't be...what? Five and a half feet tall? His...body...is so thick, it's like he cant even fit through a doorway without turning sideways! Shit..."
The Rottie slapped the shoulder of the other canine.
"Jeeze, dude, calm down. Sure, he is the biggest dog in the gym, but do you know how old he is?"
The husky put a paw to his chin and gave it a quick itch.
"I dunno, late twenties?"
The Rottie shook his head with a smirk.
"The kid is only eighteen."
Once, again, the dumbbell hit the matted floor again, along with the husky's chin.
"No...fuckin'...way..."
The Rottie confidently nodded once again.
"Yep, you better believe it! He comes here after school ever single day, works out for at least two hours straight, when he does squats, he clears out the weight rack, he even bent one of the bars on a weight bench for puttin' so much on it..."
The husky picked up the dumbbell again, his eyes still fixated on their target of interest.
"What's his name?"
The Rott chuckled again as he lifted two dumbbells from the rack.
"Don't know his real name, you have to ask for yourself, but everyone around here just calls him...Tank."
The husky took a gulp as he set the dumbbell down into it's spot on the rack, as not to drop it a third time.
"Fitting name...he could probably plow through a brick wall..."
The Rottwieler started his routine, grunting low as each dumbbell complete its curl.
"What's wrong, Jerry, you got a crush now?"
The husky turned and growled lightly under his breath.
"Shut it, Lance, I have a fiancée if you don't remember..."
The Rott only shook his head as he continued to curl the weights.
"Whatever, I know you want to fool around with him, hell, I would. I mean, how often do you meet someone that big? Makes you want to just explore your curiosity, right?"
The husky shook his head, blatantly rejecting the thought.
"Fuck no, dude! I ain't no fag..."
That was a lie, honestly, that was exactly what he wanted to do.
He let out a deep sigh as he sat up from the weight bench, his thick arms burned, his legs ached, his abdomen felt about ready to cramp...and it all felt damn good.
He pulled his MP3 player from the pocket of his gym shorts, changing it to a different song as he turned his attention to the clock on the wall, noticing the time. He had been working out for over two hours, about time to get going home.
He stood from the bench, stretching his back and twisting his head to the side, his thick neck letting out a subtle crack as his heavy foot paws took him into to the locker room.
The mirrors were slightly fogged up, meaning the showers were currently in use. He did not feel like he needed any extra attention today. Though he mostly welcomed it, he just wanted to get back home today.
He found his locker, entered the combination on the dial and pulled the lock off, opening the red, metal door to pull his duffle bag out, a lime green and blue colored carrier housing his street clothes, deodorant, and any other necessities he needed.
He pulled the zipper open and reached for the stick of deodorant, shorts, and clean tank top. He reached for the hem of his sweaty gym shirt and pulled it up. The cloth was so hard to get off after dampening from a work out He never wore shirts with sleeves, his arms were just too thick and the sleeves always ran the risk of ripping if he stretched too far or flexed too hard.
He kicked off his shoes, his wide foot paws making contact with the sticky tiles as he padded over to the sinks and mirrors, claws clicking on the floor as he arrived in front of them.
He wiped off the condensation with his paw and saw his reflection. He was so proud of what he had done...he never would have imagined getting this big...and at his age. He was on the short side, but he was just so thick and massive, he took up a lot of hallway space, making others have to turn sideways to get past him as to not bump into him and fear getting knocked over. People called him a prodigy, a god, a professional, a freak of nature, a monster...but he did not care what they had to say, good or bad, he was happy with how he looked.
He winked at himself, the Pit Bull Terrier sure was a sight for the eyes...thick neck atop wide shoulders, huge, vascular arms to each side, massive pectorals that could easily outsize watermelons, fully formed tight eight-pack abdominals cut deep into his torso, minus a protruding outie navel, all wrapped in a soft layer of short, white fur, minus one black spot that covered his left eye. His ears were the cropped style, pointing straight up as a short mohawk of black head fur ran between them. His face was adorned with thick black eyebrows, deep blue eyes, and a pink little nose, often called his cutest part.
He lifted a paw to his forehead, his fingers ruffling through his head fur as his paw was moistened by the sweat of another hard workout. He loved to push his body to its limits, when he lifted, it was like lifting stress off of his shoulders as his blood rushed and his muscles burned and ached, meaning he had done a good job in making them grow even larger, even though it did not seem he could get any larger due to his massive size.
He took in a deep breath, the air of the locker room was moist, he could smell shampoo and sweat as his lungs inhaled and then exhaled as a sigh. Everywhere he went, he was stared at with agape muzzles, complimented, feared, and lusted for by random strangers. And the truth was...he adored it. Attention was one of the driving forces in his constant workout routine, just getting bigger and bigger to gain the focus of the eyes of everyone around him. Every look, every curious touch, every suggestive comment...just made him feel damn good.
His paw stroked over his left ear and down the side of his face, fingertips trailing down his thick neck and resting on the shoulder to slide over his huge chest, resting there, his index paw finger resting on his pink nipple, tweaking it slightly as he grinned at his reflection.
With a grunt, he turned from the foggy mirror and padded back to his locker, stripping out of his gym shorts and letting them fall to the ground as he stood completely nude. He hated wearing underwear, it was so tight and confining on him, so he preferred to go commando. He looked down at his sheath, plump and fat, two heavy orbs hanging below, the right dangling further than the left. He knew what he had, and it matched his size all to well.
He looked over to the showers, hearing them running from behind the wall that partially covered them. He figured he would go home to bath, be remembered he had run out of his favorite fur soap, anyhow. Out of the duffle bag he pulled out a pair of camouflage colored shorts, splotches of grey, dark green, and brown in random blobs making up the pattern of the fabric as he stepped into them and pulled them up to his waist, zipping his low hangers and sheath away as he grabbed for the shirt, a simple dark green tank top, just like the one he had on a few minuets ago, only not drenched in his sweat and musk, pulling it over his head and over his chiseled body, his defined frame still evident through the thin fabric.
He pulled out the sandals inside, these also dark green to match his clothing, and dropped them to the floor with a 'clack', shoving his wide foot paws into them and stuffing his dirty clothing and gym shoes into the bag, zipping it up, hiking it over his shoulder and exiting the locker room.
He could see the eyes on him again, wondering if he would be given a ride home again this day. He nodded at the receptionist and owner at the front desk, the middle age buffalo looking extremely impressed with this prodigy client he had attending his gym. The Pit effortlessly pushed the front door open and took a deep breath of the clean, outside air. He waited for a minuet or so. This was the point in which he was offered a ride home, which was quite often. He turned and slowly started to walk in the direction of home. Even though he was often given rides home by mostly curious fellow gym goers, he only lived a few blocks from the gym in a small ranch house.
He passed the parking lot of the gym, looking at the cars, he spotted a few he had been in before, sighing to himself as he usually never got a second trip from any of them.
A fifteen minute walk was all it took. He arrived at the front door, a simple plank of wood....three panes of frosted glass aligned parallel to each other, hiding the past and knowledge behind as he gripped the handle and turned it, allowing himself inside of the familiar inside.
A face appeared in the kitchen. A face he had seen through many times, good and bad, but most of all, it was a comforting face. His mother.
"Rory! You got home just in time, dinner will be ready soon."
With a grin, she disappeared again.
He took in a deep breath of the inside smells of his house...he knew just what was for dinner. He also smelled his own musk, he needed a shower.
He kicked off his sandals and turned into the hallway, leading to the three bedrooms and single bathroom, the largest being his mother's, the middle being his, and the smallest belong to the one person who always knew how to make him feel better during any situation, his little brother, Marshall.
He quickly opened the door to his room and tossed in his duffle bag, looking over the things he had. The simple bed, which was getting too small for him, a dresser, a desk, with no computer, a few posters here and there, and a very messy cluttered floor. It was not much, but it was enough.
After a refreshing shower, it was time to eat dinner.
There were three paper plates on the old table in the kitchen, all heaped with macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. Marshall sighed as he looked at to his mother.
"Why are we eating this again? We had this Monday..."
The female Pit hung her head a bit.
"Because it's all we can afford right now, sweetie."
Tank quietly shoveled the food into his muzzle, eating a double helping compared to his family, since he needed all he could get to grow. Dinner was always quiet.
Things had always been tight following the divorce. Tank's dad ran off about five years ago, cheated on his mom with some ugly whore. He never saw the man he knew as his dad since then.
His mom, Trisha, tried her best to care for her boys. When she was married, she was able to be a housewife, her ex-husband made plenty of money to keep them secure. After he left, She had to work as a single mother, bringing up two sons and keeping the bills paid and food on the table. She had her first son at a young age, she was eighteen and just out of high school, thankfully giving birth after graduation. She did not get to go to college, she had to be a mother. Her second son came along, after that, the marriage. Life seemed good.
And now here they were, eating mac & cheese and hot dogs in a house they could just barely afford. It could be worse...
That night, Tank laid himself down into his bed, it creaked and groaned under his weight, he wondered if it would break soon if he got any bigger. Tomorrow was another day. High school was nearing its end, he would be graduating soon. He was not the smartest student, but he was not failing anything. He felt over his sore muscles as he lie naked under a single sheet, he wished it was someone else doing to rubbing...he loved it when he was worshipped.
Images started entering his mind...his lips curling to a grin as he remembered all the times his body had been explored...his mother was so unaware as to all the times he had sex...countless...all with other guys, no doubt. He hated it when chicks came up to him, rubbing his arms and acting so flirtatious. Their scent just didn't appeal to him, their form, their shape...it just couldn't turn him on. He was happy with who he was.
A week had passed.
Tank could not help but notice the new gym member, a husky, always staring at him every time he was there. He could just feel the eyes staring at his body, he knew the spots they were focused on. In the back of his head, he could feel that this guy was going to approach him, and it was about time, he needed a release.
Another time in the locker room, while changing, he knew the husky was in there too, so he made sure to spend an extra extended amount of time changing his clothes, letting the newcomer get a good view of his expansive body. He made sure to give him a good show, flexing to himself in the mirror, bouncing his pecs, and doing other various poses as he could see the husky watching him from the back of the room from the reflection in the foggy mirror.
He pushed through the doors into the open air of the outside, breathing in the musk and scentless clean air as he turned to walk home. He did not make it far before he heard the doors open again, slowing his pace as he heard footsteps coming up behind him.
"Hey! Umm...Tank? Wait up!"
Tank stopped dead, a half-grin creeping up on his face as he could already feel his crotch tingle with anticipation. This could only mean one thing. He slowly turned around, and sure enough, the same husky came into his view as he tilted his head to the side, his cropped ears sticking up high.
"Yeah?"
Jerry had not even heard him talk until today, his voice sounded nothing like the grunts and groans he made when he worked out. That one word was powerful, he had a deep voice for being so short and still being a teenager. Why was he obsessing over this kid...
He stopped dead in his tracks, but he did not want to change his plans, his curiosity was getting the best of him. He shaky paw came behind his head to scratch at his head fur apprehensively.
"Hey, um...I just wanted to ask if you needed a ride home or something? I see you walking away a lot and..."
Tank already knew what would be happening, it was just so apparent. This husky definitely had been watching him. He knew what this guy wanted to see. He wanted to give into his curiosity, as many others had done. His sheath started to tingle with anticipation as it was surely prepared for what was about to come.
He turned to face the other dog, not knowing his name, or anything about him rather.
"You sure, guy? I don't want to trouble you or anything."
A good test, to make sure if this guy wanted to really go through with it.
Jerry shook his head and lifted a paw in the air, his keys already in paw.
"No trouble, I actually live in the same direction you walk."
That was a lie, he knew he drove the opposite direction to get home.
Tank, however, didn't know this, but this re-assurance was all he needed.
"Sure, that sounds nice."
Jerry could not believe his luck, he felt a surge of joy rush through his body, a chance to get close to the behemoth.
In no time, they were by the car. Jerry got in first, intently watching the muscled arm of the Pit grab his door to open it, watching over his body out of the corner of his eye as younger dog sat down in his Nissan Sentra, he could feel the car lean as the massive frame settled into the seat.
Tank took a look around the vehicle as he strapped himself in, throwing his duffle bag into the backseat.
"Nice car, smells pretty new...uh..."
He snapped his fingers and then pointed at the husky in the driver's seat. Jerry hesitated as he had no idea what he meant.
"Oh yeah! Its an oh-seven, pretty damn nice."
Tank shook his head and sighed lightly.
"Yeah, it is, but what is your name again?"
Jerry gasped, he now just realized he had not even mentioned his name to him.
"Oh! I'm Jerry, Jerry Lammers."
Tank nodded and patted Jerry on the knee, he knew getting close and comfortable was just what was intended for this trip. Jerry could feel his ears burn with the powerful paw patted him.
"Nice to meet you, Jerry. You can call me Tank. I notice you've been going to the gym for, what, a couple weeks now?"
The husky nodded as he turned the ignition and brought the Japanese-made car to life, stepping on the brake and pushing the shifter into drive.
"Yeah! It's a really nice gym...My buddy Lance recommended it, he is that Rott you probably see me workin' out with."
Oh, Tank knew this, he was waiting for Lance to make a move, it was kind of shocking for this new guy to be so impulsive, most guys wait a month or longer to even approach him. Most of the times they are afraid to even befriend him.
"Yeah, I kind of figured that...Just turn onto Whistler, I'll tell you when to turn again, stud."
Tank knew that was the perfect word to use, a great word to test out how serious this guy was.
Jerry gripped the steering wheel tight as he turned out of the lot.
"S-stud?"
Time for the second test to see how comfortable he was. He placed a large paw on the husky's bare knee, gripping his soft fur in-between his fingers.
"Yeah, I can tell you are one. A good-lookin' guy like yourself must have every bitch in heat just begging for you."
Jerry could feel his heart beat faster, it was almost like this guy was waiting for this to happen. Should he bail out and just take him home? No...he had to get a better look at this prodigy...he just looked so unreal...
"Well, I wouldn't say that...I guess the chicks dig me...How about you? I bet they must be swarming over those huge muscles you got on you."
Tank grinned out of the corner of his muzzle and slumped a little in his seat, lifting up his right arm and resting it on the armrest of the door. He took a quick look out of the window, his house went by, but he said nothing to the driver. He just turned back to him, his strong paw rubbing the husky's knee even harder now.
"I am selective of who I breed with, usually those who are curious of my body...you could say I am always in heat and need to blow my load constantly or I get a massive case of blue balls."
Jerry let out a nervous chuckle. He also wondered why he had not been told where to turn yet as they kept traveling down the road through the city.
"Yeah, I know how that feels...where do you live, anyway?"
Tank only grinned and rubbed his chin.
"Oh, I'll tell you when to turn."
Jerry tried to keep his eyes on the road, but damn...he could not help but take glances at the overly muscled pit sitting in his car...
"So, Tank, how big are your arms? I mean, they look a lot bigger than anyone else's at the gym..."
Tank chuckled and lifted his right arm, the husky peeked at it as it was flexed tight, the engorged veins bulging on the surface as his arm tensed up, making the massive bicep pop out, the short fur showing perfect definition. Jerry almost swerved into the other lane, he had to pay better attention, he shouldn't be focusing on this kid...but he was jus so damn curious!
"I'll just tell you everything, since I can tell you are clearly curious. My arms are twenty-six inches, chest is sixty-one inches, thighs are thirty-two...your mouth is hanging open, dude, are you drooling?"
Jerry gasped and closed his muzzle quickly shaking his head.
"Shit...just most guys with those stats are professional and usually in their thirties, or usually a bigger race, at that! You certainly are something else, big guy."
All tank did was nod, this guy was so going to be pleasuring him within the next few minuets, as had all the others.
"Oh, I'm big all over, if you catch my drift, stud."
Jerry's mind was playing with him, he could feel his heart race and his mouth dry up as he tried to find the right words to say next.
"Oh...y-you are, huh? I b-bet you make them bitches scream..."
Tank sighed loudly and threw his head back.
"Cut the shit, Jer, I know what you want. You want to explore this huge ass body don't you? Don't even try to fuckin' deny it."
Jerry froze, this dominant side of the huge dog surprised him, and yet, he wanted to obey.
Tank leaned in closer to the husky, his paw on his knew gripping it tightly.
"Now why don't you be a good escort and find a nice secluded place to turn into...I know you want to worship this body...I know you want to see my Howitzer, don't you?"
Jerry's grip on the wheel tightened as he started to pant lightly, he could feel body heat rise as his eyes nervously looked left and right for a place to park the car.
All Tank did was slump back in the seat, taking his free paw to his thigh and grazing over the bulge in his camouflage colored shorts. There was no escape for the husky, he could tell already by his body language that this guy wanted to go through with this.
Jerry's eyes caught a beacon of hope, the old empty building that used to be a KFC, perfect. He flipped on the blinker and pulled into the empty lot, Tank saying nothing but observing his every move. The car came to a stop behind the building, his view obstructed by the abandoned restaurant.
"Nice place you picked, Jer, I remember when this place used to be open..."
Jerry put the car into park and turned off the ignition, turning his attention to the muscled hound.
"Uh...I don't know where else to go...how come we haven't come to your house yet?"
Tank ended Jerry's curiosity by unzipping his shorts, the husky's voice trailed off as he looked down to the pants, he could just barely see into them, his throat dried up as he froze. Tank saw his petrified reaction and reached into the fly of his shorts, grasping his sheath on the inside and giving it a rough stroke, letting out a deep, rumbling moan as his other paw entered the bottom hem of his shirt and rubbed upwards, lifting the tank top with it and showing his fully developed eight pack abdominals to the stifled husky.
"Come on, Jer, you want to see my cannon, don't fuckin' lie to me."
Jerry tried to choke out the words.
"Gah...I...I guess I do..."
Tank used the paw in his shirt to pull it over, lowering his head and sticking through the collar, now showing off his entire midriff, from the abs to defined lats to the swollen pectorals, tight pink nipples topping the mounds as he gave his lips a lustful lick.
"Don't guess, guy. You better know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. You want to touch all over this body, something you could never dream of having. Get your paws over here and touch me...NOW."
Jerry's shaky paws lifted from the steering wheel, he normally didn't give in to people barking orders at him, but with his guy, who could probably crush his skull with one paw, he easily gave in. Besides, he was telling the truth, Jerry knew he could never get as big as this kid, he wanted to admire something he could never have.
He turned slightly in his seat, nervous paws outstretched and mouth still bone dry as Tank watched his every movement, looking into the husky's eyes, watching as they were only focused on his body.
Jerry could feel the heat radiating off of Tank's body as his paws neared. They finally touched down, the left on his abs just above his outie and the right on the left pectoral. Tank entertained the husky by letting out a deep murr, Jerry could feel the vibrations of his chest echo into his paws.
"That's it, Jer...yeah...Move those paws around...give my huge body a good rub..."
Jerry did just that, his eyes staring into the perfectly formed abdominals as his paw traced over each one, fingertips sinking into the valleys as he touched around them and fingered his protruding, puckered navel, the other paw rubbing the massive pectorals in a circular motion, gliding in between the gap that separated them. He could still feel some sweat under them as his paw cupped the underside to trace over the lastissimus dorsi.
Tank leaned back in the chair, the paw in his pants clearly moving around, making the cloth tent and retract as his paw stroked over his sheath.
"Yeah...you're doing good, Jer...why don't you pinch my nipples...that gets me really fuckin' hot..."
Jerry nodded obediently and switched paws, his left coming to the left pectoral and the right arm coming to Tank's left arm, he wanted to feel that bicep. Tank noticed the paw shift and rose his arm slightly, and with a deep breath, he flexed it, the swollen bicep bulged forward, the thick veins tracing under his short fur popped out as they were pushed up to the surface.
Jerry gave the bicep a squeeze, it was as solid as a bowling ball, and about as big. The arm was hot, he could feel the muscle ripple under his paw, the veins throbbing from the flex. Never would he had imagined an eighteen year old looking like this...
His left paw did its work as well, the padded fingertips pinching down on the nipple, and with a little help from experience with his fiancée, pulled forward and twisted to the left. This made Tank's body lurch forward in the seat as his chest rumbled in a deep moan.
"Oooh yeah, that's makin' me hot, Jer...I think it's time for you to see my cannon...are you ready?
Jerry could not believe he was about to see it, he wondered if this guy's size matched his cock. He was short, yeah, but was that really going to factor his size?
"Yeah...show me, let me see it, please."
Why did he say please? He should not be begging for this...but something wanted him to. He wanted this, he wanted it bad.
Tank grinned and undid the top button of his pants, his pubic fur coming into sight as he had gone commando this day, as he usually did. His large paw made its way out of his pants, and in it, his fully erect member. He gave it a rough stroke and let out a low hiss as he breathed in air through his clenched teeth.
Jerry could only marvel at the sight of the penis, it really was big...clearly bigger than his own as he just was in a state of disbelief. There was no way he could have that...the thick, pink shaft was just immense, a wave of Tank's scent caught Jerry's nose, and to his surprise, it was not offensive, he was actually enjoying the scent of another male.
Tank looked into Jerry's distracted face with a deep chuckle.
"You like what you see, Jer? That's right...its all real. Wanna know how big my Howitzer is you see right here? It's ten inches long."
Jerry started to feel panicky, did this kid just say ten inches? No...fucking...way...Jerry thought he was big at seven and a half...but holy shit...
The husky's mind and desires started to speak for him when normal words could not find a way out.
"Dude...that thing is fucking huge...I want to suck it..."
WHAT? What the fuck did he just say that for? He had never wanted to suck a cock ever, but for some reason, he wanted to, so bad, he did not care if he was ten years older than this kid, he wanted that shaft in his muzzle.
Tank could only help but chuckle harder, his chest booming deeply.
"I figured you did...get your muzzle over here, bitch, suck my fat cock."
Jerry started doing just that, he undid his seatbelt and re-positioned himself, kneeling in his seat and putting the armrest up, he looked down in the lap of the big dog...the pink shaft just throbbing in his massive paw as he held it up for the husky, pre already starting to ooze at the tip and drip down.
"You better hurry, Jer, I'm starting to pre and its going to get on your car seat."
Jerry didn't hesitate, he leaned down, his nose got closer to the source of the scent and inhaled it, it still smelled oh so good. Something in the back of his mind was telling him to stop, but it was out of reach as his tongue came from his mouth and touched the tip. It felt hot on his tongue as he tasted another guy's pre for the first time, and he wanted more.
His tongue started to work, licking over the head, then up and down the shaft, he remembered in his mind watching his soon-to-be-wife giving his shaft the same treatment, so he remembered the moves. His tongue wrapped around the thick shaft, just barely since it had to have been six inches, or more, in circumference.
"Yeah...work that cock...you are pretty good at this, Jer...you're going to make me cum in no time..."
Since the husky was too infatuated with the cock in front of him, he pushed Jerry's paw off of his chest and began to work his own nipples, pulling and twisting on the pink disks as his chest rumbled with a deep moan.
Jerry wanted more cock, his paws came to the shaft and grabbed it, both came and wrapped around, one on top of the other, and there was still plenty of cock to go. He wrapped his lips around the tip and suckled on it, more pre gushing into his muzzle as he sucked it back and down his throat.
Tank's massive pecs flexed and tensed up as he worked his own nipples.
"Yeah...suck on that cock, it's not everyday you get a chance to suck on something that big...work that cock, bitch..."
Had Jerry not been taken over by the scent, taste, and sight of the Pit Bull, he would have been very pissed off at being called 'bitch'. His only focus was the cock in his muzzle, he gulped down a few more inches as his paws started to work the shaft, the hot flesh throbbing in his paws as his tongue swirled around it on the inside.
"Shit...you never sucked a cock before, have you? Well, you are doing pretty good...you're gunna make my cannon fire a hot load..."
Jerry did not want that, but sure enough, that's what he did despite what the back of his mind was telling him. He wanted more, he took in another inch, just a little more than half was in his muzzle as he felt a strong paw grab him on the back of the head and hold him down.
"Let me help yah out, Jer..."
Tank started to push on the back of the husky's head, Jerry could feel himself gag and lurch forward as the back of his throat was closed by the massive intruder, he tried his best to control his breathing to match Tank's pushing, but then the big dog started thrusting his hip! Jerry was fucked, literally...in the mouth.
"Come on, Jer, take it. You were doing so good, lots of other guys have done better than you..."
Tank bit his lower lip, though the husky was clearly inexperienced, it still felt damn good, any attention did. His cock was so sensitive, even the worst oral-giver could make him blow a good load.
Jerry chocked and coughed, his paws nervously searched for something to grab as his head was pushed down further onto the cock, it felt like his skull was going to be impaled. Tank was moaning so loudly, he could feel the deep moan echo into his own chest as he braced himself and tried to gulp down the salty pre, which was dripping from his muzzle into Tank's lap with a mix of his own saliva.
"Oooh FUCK...you are about to get a good load soon, Jer...I feel my knot swellin'...you should see how big that thing is...get your fuckin' paws on it right now!"
Jerry's flailing paws reached for the shaft as his throat was fucked, he felt the knot grow in is paws, his rubbed the sensitive flesh as it grew, and grew, it felt so hot on his paws...it stopped growing when it was about the size of a grapefruit, it had to been a good foot around or wider.
Tank started to breathe heavily, sweat beading up around his mohawk, under his arms, and in between his pecs as they rose and sank with each breath. Deep, long moans escaped his muzzle as he pushed down as hard as he could on the back of Jerry's head, brutally muzzle-fucking the inexperienced sap.
Jerry felt like he was going to choke as the thick shaft blocked off his breathing with every thrust. His panicky hands grasped for anything, no longer wanting to please the knot as one grabbed the armrest of the passenger side door and the other grabbed onto Tank's rolled up shirt and tugged down on it.
"Oh yeah...look at you squirm, bitch! Ooooh fuck...we're almost done..."
Tank could feel the delightful sensation begin, the same thing he has relished in so many times before, his heavy balls tingled with pleasure as his cock started to throb, the veins pulsing with hot blood as he started to slobber at the corners of his mouth.
"Ooooh YEAH...here it comes! My Howitzer...is going to...ready...aim...FIRE!!! FUUUUCKK!!!"
With that, his cock literally erupted into the poor husky's muzzle, thick white cum expelling forward and shooting in the back of Jerry's throat, coating his mouth in sticky white pleasure as Tank threw his head back and enjoyed his orgasm.
Jerry pulled out of Tank's grasp and choked down the semen that shot into his throat, it was not enjoyable now for him, just for Tank as his cock still continued to shoot, more thick ropes just shooting out, covering the glove compartment, the radio, the air conditioner vents, and even some on the windshield, and of course, all over his pants as his cannon ran out of ammunition and stopped firing.
Jerry wiped his muzzle off, his senses coming back to him, the taste of cum in his muzzle as he looked at the mess coating the inside of his new car, a practically nude overly-muscled pit bull in the passenger seat with a look of euphoria on his face as his huge chest rose and sank with each deep breath.
"Holy...fucking...shit...
The ride home was so quiet, Jerry said nothing, Tank said nothing. He tucked his cock back into his pants and put his shirt back over himself as he guided Jerry out of the abandoned KFC and back to his house, the Sentra pulling into the driveway.
Tank placed a paw on Jerry's knee again, he could feel him pull away a little.
"So...see you at the gym next week?"
Jerry's face was stuck with a look of shock and fear.
"Uhh...sure...yeah. I gotta...get back home and...clean up this mess..."
Tank sighed and reached into the backseat to grab his duffle bag. He opened the door and stepped out halfway.
"Uh, want my cell number in case you want to hang out or something?"
Jerry gritted his teeth and tried not to focus into Tank's eyes.
"Um...not right now, I'm bad with remembering things...Uhh...I'll get it from you at the gym next time...yeah."
Tank grinned and nodded.
"Alright, Jer, thanks for the ride home, that was real nice of you."
Jerry wanted to get away as soon as he could.
"Yeah, no problem...See you later."
Tank stepped out and shut the door. Jerry saw the wet spots on his pants...the smell still thick in his car as the semen was starting to dry and crust up.
"Motherfucker...What the FUCK was I thinking..."
The Sentra hastily pulled out, cutting off another driver and getting honked at as it sped away in a hurry.
Tank sighed to himself and looked down at the driveway, wigging his toes and he shook his head.
"I won't be seeing him again...typical curious asshole..."
He turned around and walked to the door, pushing it open as he added another number to the times he had been taken home by a curious guy and was explored, thirty-seven now.
The familiar environment accepted him, the smell of hot dogs and macaroni cooking as he quickly ducked into the bathroom to clean up the mess that had been made that day, but damn...did it feel just as good as ever.
He could not wait for the next ride home.
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Well, I hope you enjoyed this little story about a big dog!
Don't worry, Tank will be back...and oh yes, there will be a LOT more happening with him.
I hope none of you made a mess as big as he did! What a hassle to clean up!
Stay tuned! ^_~