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So, here it is a story that I wrote while on hiatus. Its core isn't that original, a story of someone who gets bullied/is friends with someone that is bullied discovering the bully's dark secret; in a way, it is a classical story, so to speak. I wanted to add some personal touches to it, as using new devices and such, and... Wanted to make it less dramatic than it could be. You shall see when you read it ^^

I must also confess that I have a very soft spot for Rottweilers, and that played a role in "casting" the bully of this story. I actually had so much fun writing him that I - might - have written more stories featuring him. Maybe I will post them, maybe I won't ^^

Hope you will enjoy this "little" story of mine, and that you will show it through a vote, a fave or a comment!

The great working on editing was done by the awesome love of my life Gritou

Clark looked around the Food Court, bored out of his mind, his triangular ears conveying the feeling to the outside world as he slouched on the bench. His friends had left the black Labrador alone half an hour ago, all of them having better things to do than lazy around at the mall, like piano or Yiddish lessons and other crap like that.

He wished he had the same excuse, anything that would kill some time, but unfortunately the young fur had nothing planned for that Friday afternoon, nothing to keep him amused, not even homework or even staying with his parents, who had gone to visit Nana. So, since he was forced to be in his delicious company, what better place than the mall? If he had gone home he would have just wiped out his cock and jerked.

The mere thought of cocks caused a reaction in his pants, something natural for a teenager like himself even though he wasn't in an overly naughty mood. The dog liked to fap, sure, and liked to have sex even more, but he knew that it would only relieve his boredom for a few minutes and just that...

The fleeting arousal did, however, gave him an idea on what to do, as he fished out his smartphone and browsed through the apps, finally opening Humptr. Clark had downloaded it mainly out of curiosity along with his friends, the same ones that had currently deserted him and left him to his faith.

Sure, no one among his little circle of cock hipsters was in great need of getting some, they helped each other out when in need. In fact, the black canine thought that Karl and Sonny had just given excuse so they could go and fuck, they were practically together after all but still hadn't admitted it.

He shook his head at that, not caring how foolish he could look to the other furs present in the Food court, if they even cared to look at him that is. He was unimpressive in his hoodie and jeans, which hide his lean body and his most impressive feature; the dog wasn't fat nor skinny, just in the middle, with a nice layer of fat that gave some tone to his body that was quite pleasing to the eyes, his friends had told him.

Stopping the idle thinking, he swiped his phone on to do what he had planned to; he usually checked out the local fauna, giggle at the corny pick up lines he got. And he sure got many, since his chosen photo was a good angled of his hard red cock framed by the blackness of his fur; that attracted all kinds of attention in Humptr, often hilarious and always amusing.

It had been a few days since the last check so the text icon showed several unread messages, mostly from anon users without even a picture, which was always a big nono for him. He was went through a sea of "U hot" and "Wanna fuck?" quickly, no one of them looking very entertaining to his eyes until he got to the latest one, sent only a few minutes before.

The icon showed magnificent furred rump, the black and tan colors and the stub identifying the owner as either a Rottie or a Dobie; the mere sight of it steered his cock, as it did the very suggestive username of "BottomJock315". No gay man could really resist the idea of fucking a sportsman.

"Interesting..." Clark murmured as he opened the text, seeing that the sender was surely somewhere in the building. The message itself, "Your bone looks juicy ;3", was in line with the apparent character of the guy, which only fueled his boner.

Throwing caution out of the window, he sent a quick "Looks your ass thinks the same ;)" to the guy and waited, thankful that his pants were baggy enough to hide any sign of excitement. The Labrador wasn't going to lose anything by flirting with the stranger, and what better solution to his boredom problem?

The answer came almost immediately, as if the guy had been waiting eagerly for it; maybe he had for real. "Hell yeah, my hole is itching to get it!"

"My cock sure would scratch it ;)" The dark canine said the truth, feeling more and more aroused. It didn't help the sight of that ass taunting him from every answer, beckoning all of his attention; he didn't even care if someone passing would see it!

"I'm sure it would! How big it is?" BottomJock31 asked, a legitimate question after all, one that he was always happy to answer.

"Knot and all, 9 inches and a half." Clark told him, all proud of his size; all of his friends love that, even though not many managed to take it all. It still gave a nice time to a willing bitch after all.

"OMG that's big! Dunno if I could get it all". The dude said, reflecting what the sitting dog was thinking. Though, it sounded almost like a lie, at least from someone who had such a big ass.

"We could try LOL." The lab half-joked, already imagining his cock violating this muscled jock's hole again and again.

The next reply took some time to arrive and he was starting to wonder if the convo had died just like that when it arrived. "What about doing that now?" Those words kinda startled him, even they shouldn't have, forcing him to think straight.

Clark hadn't ever done random hooks up, or at least nothing that sudden after just a few texts. The guy's eagerness was clear, though, and his curiosity was piqued a lot from the convo and the tantalizing username/photo. And he had been bemoaning the fact he was alone and bored, staying there by himself, abandoned by everyone he knew...

His finger shaking with excitement, he typed a quick "Why not? ;3" and started to patiently wait, his foot tapping nervously on the ground. There were high chances that they guy was just an overweight Chihuahua who had stolen the pic from a porn, but even so he wasn't obliged to go along with it; he could always walk out of it, after all.

A huge chunk of text appeared on his screen, detailing where to meet up, noticing with some relief that the indications pointed out to a rather secluded restroom on the top floor, just behind the old failed shop for left-pawed. The guy even asked to meet up outside of it, which meant he could take a good look at him before deciding to go along or not.

Hoping on his feet, the dog leisurely padded to the meeting point, his whip of a tail wagging slowly behind him; taking two different escalators, he got to the right floor and, luckily, not too far away; he didn't know how the creepy Christian dude had got such a good place on top of the Food Court, but a combination of his irritating mannerisms and the specialty of his field had doomed his shop.

Now that part of the Mall was empty, almost as if haunted, which meant that the bathrooms were isolated too from the main crowds. True enough, there was only one guy waiting there leaning on the wall phone in paw, as if he was waiting someone, specifically a certain big cocked dog; Clark had guessed right from the photo, the dude was a massive Rottweiler, surely a jock, and around his age by his looks...

Suddenly, he realized who his hook-up was, the discovery forcing him to hide behind a billboard with his heart racing; maybe it was a cowardly reaction, but he surely justified after seeing that the slutty dog who wanted his bone was none other than Vinny. As in Vinny the star linebacker. As in, Vinny the star linebacker of HIS high school.

Panting a bit, the canine willed himself to be calm and gather his thoughts. BottomJock315 couldn't be Vinny, he must be there just by mere chance; the guy was like all footballers, dating cheerleaders and bullying guys like his friends, he couldn't possibly be hunting for cock. Hell, he had called Karl a faggot just the other day!

Sure, the big jock hadn't done anything to him personally, apparently he was above the average of nerdism to get that crap. Vinny was still a bully, a very, very straight bully, not one who could droll at the thought of being fucked... Still, it couldn't be a coincidence... And he had a quick way to know for sure...

"I'm almost there" he sent, peeking out from the side of the billboard to keep an eye on the footballer. To his amazement, Vinny started to type almost immediately after with one paw, his other one adjusting his crotch; true enough, his own thingy vibrated after a second, showing a new text from the dude.

"I'm hard and waiting ;3". The text claimed, and his eyes sure confirmed those words. The Labrador was in a conundrum now, he could just walk away and stood the rottie up... Maybe the most sensible thing to do, he didn't want to get outed like that to a bully... Yet, he doubted this was a trap of sort, and he couldn't lie to himself on the hotness of the situation...

His mind made up, Clark walked from behind the billboard and to his hook-up, being bold all of sudden even if he was a good head sorter than the other and much lighter; he didn't know why, but he just felt like he already had the upper hand with him, which was boosting his confidence.

"BottomJock315?" He said aloud once close to the other dog, which triangular ears flicked at hearing that name but just for a second as he turned his head.

"Bigknot96-YOU ARE CLARK MADDESEN!" The jock exclaimed, his pleased expression morphing to a shocked one like the one the labbie had surely sported a few minutes before; it had to be seen what kind of shock it was though.

"Yes. Please, let's get inside before you start shouting." The rottie's eyes bulged at the order but he complied, his triangular ears flattening in such a way that could exclude an approaching assault; that was a relief for the shorter dog, which had somewhat feared of being beaten up. Not that he was 100% sure he had avoided such fate...

Shaking away the bad feelings, he followed the massive dog inside the bathroom, which turned out to be one of the "one occupant at a time" thingy that could be locked from the inside for privacy. "I see why you prefer this toilet for hook-ups." The Labrador chuckled as he closed the door.

"Well yeah, there is enough room and- WAIT WE SHOULDN'T TALK ABOUT THIS." Vinny shouted, his body language still showing more surprise than signs of aggressions, which was a good thing in his book.

"What are we supposed to talk about? Other than you getting fucked in this bathroom, that is?" Clark asked feeling eerily calm and in charge compared to the jock; he didn't miss how the other subconsciously adjusted his cock at the mention of being fucked, another confirmation that the Rottweiler loved the D.

"O-of course not that. Why are you on Humptr, Maddesen?" The other teenager's stuttered attempt of veering the conversation on the labbie was weak to say the least, making him cock his head in curiosity.

"For the same reason as you, 'cause I want to get laid with other men." He answered with half of the truth, it wasn't really the time to explain the other part; plus, he was just having too much fun controlling the situation.

"I-I don't want to get it on with..." The footballer started to say, but one quirked brow from the other canine showed him how foolish that would be. "Fine. I'm just surprised you bat for this team."

"Which team, exactly?" Clark asked, deciding to grill the rottie for a bit. He leaned on the door with his arms crossed, trying to look a bit competitive but also in charge, like he was scolding a little kid. Which was amusing, considering their difference in size.

The jock seemed torn on spit it up or not, even throwing a paw to his face as if to wake him up from a bad dream. "For team... homo." He finally admitted.

"I could always be bi. It sounds like you are the one on team homo, as you put it." The completely black canine stared at his schoolmate, wanting him to admit what he already knew by now.

The Rottweiler's inner turmoil was very apparent on his muzzle, probably he was facing some hard truths. Frankly, the hoodie wearing teenager couldn't care less, he wasn't his friend and if he was so deep in the closet it was his problem, especially since he gave a hard time to those that were out.

"... Yes, I love dick, not the vag, happy that I said it?" Vinny snorted, wrapping his arms around his body as if to protect himself from what he just said.

"I won't judge, I'm pretty passionate about cock myself." The Labrador smiled, decided he had played hard enough for the moment. "I don't see why you should be so surprised."

"I dunno, wouldn't you be if you met a schoolmate for a hook-up?" The rottie replied, looking a bit more at ease now that the other had changed tone.

"Weeeeeelllll yes but I'm friends with Karl Karlson after all." He replied as he sat down, guessing that whatever was happening at the moment it would take a good while.

"I always thought you were just very supportive." The jock said with a hint of bitterness, as if he wished his friends to be like that; knowing his circle, Clark couldn't agree more. The rottie sat down with him, legs crossed as they kept talking.

"That's... kinda a sweet thought." The thinner teenager admitted. "But if you think that, you could have approached us."

The bigger male barked a laugh at such notion. "Would put me against the team. Can't do that."

"Well, suit yourself." he snorted, knowing that he couldn't push on the topic too much.

"Besides, I'm content with my life. Even if..." His words trailed off, but the Labrador could guess what he was going to say.

"If you have to hide your sexuality?" Clark said, kind of amused as he saw the other shifting on his place after he got the point.

"Yes. And banging Sara Miller." The Rottweiler shuddered at the horror of doing a girl in her vagina, something that he could feel a lot of empathy with.

"So, to compensate, you look for random sex on Humptr?" The labbie asked out of curiosity, after all he didn't know how a closeted footballer juggled his double life.

"Yeah. I'm pretty popular with the older guys." Vinny seemed to have embraced the frankness of the conversation now, looking at peace in a way to talk about this with someone his own age.

"You would be popular among kids our age too." He chuckled, remembering all the "Which player would you bang" conversations with his friend. It went without saying that the rottweiler was among the most favorite choice.

"I-I guess eheheheh." The rottie chuckled nervously, one paw scratching the back of his head.

"So you compensate banging a chick by being backed by a daddy?" The black dog teased the other, conjuring a very hot image in his mind.

"How do you know that?" The jock seemed surprised and even more embarrassed at being caught on that, sitting strangely straight now.

"... You username is BottomJock315." The smaller male pointed out matter-of-factly without adding more.

"Oh yeah, right, guess it is clear I like to bottom, eheheheh." The canine chuckled even more now, realizing how obvious that would be.

"Nothing wrong with it. So, did you think I was a daddy too from the photo?" He inquired, since he didn't look to him that he looked that old in that.

"Hell, no, not at all!" The other replied with a dismissive paw in front of him.

"So, you just liked the photo?" Clark continued, wanting to get everything out.

"Fuck yeah! I was helping Sara with the shopping, so I was bored to death. I checked Humptr and saw your photo and couldn't really resist!" The Rottweiler explained in one long sentence, showing some of his famous exuberance, finally.

"Aahahah you ditched the bitch so you could get stuffed?" That knowledge was almost hilarious, thinking of the rottie handling the ridiculous amount of shopping bags to his beard to go get screwed.

"I do that all the time! Plus, she just met Tiffany so she kinda sent me home." The jock pronounced that name with obvious disgust, or maybe the disgust was due to all the girl talk those two cheerleaders were having at the moment.

"Kudos, man, kudos." They hit a lull of the conversation, both of them looking as if they didn't know what to say. Well, Clark knew what he wanted to say, his ranging boner was compelling him after all; he didn't know if the other wanted it, after all they just had a semi-emotional chat and he might not be in the mood.

Gladly, the football player was even more of a horn dog than he was, which meant he spoke first their mutual need. "Are we gonna fuck?"

"You still wanna get dirty?" The Labrador asked back, his cock jumping in his undies; he almost laughed at the very enthusiastic answer he got.

"Hell yeah!" Vinny said, jumping on his feet and already fumbling with his pants; he managed to get down to his boxers by the time Clark stood up and even they were down at his ankles while the smaller dog was barely untying his belt.

"Do you have any lube on you?" The geek asked as his eyes were fixed on the bouncing boner of the rottie, an angry red thingy that was just half an inch or so smaller than his own tool. In the right mood he would have liked to play with it, but the enthusiasm the other was putting in being the bitch assured that he wouldn't be in such disposition.

"No, I didn't expect to have fun today. But I'm good at taking cocks dry..." Vinny's maw dropped at the sight of the newly revealed dong in front of him, which was an impressive thing to behold. The Lab could swear that the other was drooling at the moment, and he sure couldn't miss how his cock jumped in excitement.

"Don't really want to take the chances." The dog admitted, more out of concern for himself than for the fuckable footballer; too much of a grip could be very discomforting, he had learned, and he sure didn't want to ruin his day.

"Well, hum, I agree..." The jock concurred, his ears flicking for a second before going back to their excitable selves. "Can I at least suck you off?"

The bigger canine pulled off such a case of puppy eyes that the Labrador almost could laugh; the exposed rottihood and half nakedness made it somewhat sexy, instead, and he sure didn't want to get out of there without draining his balls. Besides, he couldn't deny such a polite request, no?

"Go for it." He simply said, leaning against the locked door so to have a comfortable position, his tail thumping against it. The footballer shuffled closer, not bothering of stepping out his lowered pants and boxers and still wearing his shirt, in fact so close that the Labbie thought he was going to kiss him before the sucking started.

Vinny didn't do it, instead he crunched on his powerful linebacker legs, something that made his hard erection stand out even more against his black and tan fur, one big paw grabbing and easily encircling the other's doghood despite it being thick.

"You know, you have the biggest cock I've ever played with." The rottie said as he slowly jerked said dick, keeping his paw pressed against the bulbous knot while the other rested on his tight, not doing anything at the moment. The stimulation coaxed a glob of clear pre out of the pointy tip, which was followed by another one as his meat kept being worked by the sportboy's calloused paw.

"Glad to get on top!" The standing canine barked out just in time before he felt the smooth, large tongue of the Rottweiler gliding over his bone for the first time, focusing especially on the pre-producing tip.

Vinny smacked his lips as he savored the taste, looking briefly up to his fellow student. "You taste really good Maddesen!" He winked almost impishly, his tone suggesting that his appreciation was real.

"My cum is even better!" The Labrador declared proudly, his statement prompting action from the crunching dog whose eyes went back on the cock in his paw, starting from licking it through and throughout, his tongue exploring every nick and turn of it so to speak.

The jock showed sign of expertise in cock sucking, and of canine dongs specifically, as even the mere use of his tongue elicited moans from the smaller male; the dick-grabbing paw shifted position, going to envelope the thick knot to squeeze it to various degree, a sure way to enhance his pleasure.

The other one wasn't idly, either, lightly caressing his black lowhangers, even going so far to press a thumb against his perineum to massage it. The combinations of sensations was already a lot to be subjected to, but it was just the preamble to what it was going to come, namely the warm muzzle that suddenly started to glop over his cock.

Clark moaned as he got the best bj he ever had, a small part of his mind wondering if the rottie's skills were due to natural talent or lots of practice; either way, it just increased the hotness of the situation. The footballer didn't swallow the juicy bone in one go, preferring to slowly thrust his muzzle toward the other dog's crotch, his tongue wrapping and teasing what meat it could reach as the rottie sucked hard on it.

Soon the Rottweiler managed to swallow the whole length, keeping only the knot outside as he pressed his lips against it, his nose burying itself in the lush fur of Clark's crotch and each time inhaling its musk. The size of the doghood was slightly too much for the rottie, causing some gagging from time to time, but the jock was a pro and manage to keep sucking despite the gags.

The sucking was just part of the whole experience, though. As the massive Rottweiler slurped on the delicious dick, he always remembered to use his paws too to add up other feelings; his right one kept squeezing the Labrador's knot in synch with his bobbing head, something that was certainly better than trying to get the fleshy ball inside his muzzle. The left one was busy toying with his balls, but also massaging his prostate from the outside through his perineum.

What was, by far, the hottest thing wasn't how good Vinny was at blowing another man off, but how much he enjoyed it. The linebacker kept his eyes closed as to fully enjoy the experience, moaning every now and then around the cock he was serving; his own doghood looked as hard as steel and hardly taken cared off, freely jumping and throbbing, clear drops of pre running down the shaft.

Clark didn't know how long he could take such a treatment, but it surely wasn't long thanks to the combination of living a sexual fantasy and being a hormone-ruled teenager. What did drove him over the age was the sudden shift of the footballer's ball-massaging paw, which crawled between his legs to reach his hidden pucker, one thick digits slowly circling and pressing against his tailhole but not entering yet.

It was too much for the Labrador who grabbed the rottie's head roughly at the side and started to wildly thrust in his willing muzzle; Vinny must have got that before, since he stopped his bobbing, his maw growing slack as he let the other male muzzle-fuck him, always remembering to keep his paws in movement.

With a mighty howl befitting a bigger canine, Clark came, shooting his seed down the rottie's throat without stopping his thrusts; the jock accepted it without complain, drinking all up and letting escape only a minimal part of it, his moans clear even to the orgasm-dumbened senses of the other fur.

The bigger student let the cock out of his muzzle only when it was clear it had finished spurting cum, a dopey smile on his muzzle as his tongue licked away the smearing remains of white side from his lips and chin. "Your cum was delicious!" He exclaimed while slowly getting up to stretch his sore legs and limbs, his cock still as hard as ever and wanting release.

"I-I told ya." Clark panted out in his afterglow, his brain getting to work properly only now. "Do you want me to help you out?"

Vinny seemed to seriously think of his answer, which was comical considering his current state of partial undress. "Nah, I'm happy like that." The Rottweiler made the hot confession that almost rekindles lust in his fellow student. "Besides, you must have stuff to do."

The Labrador took the time to dress up to think about, taking in consideration the pro and cons of doing something more. He reached a decision as the other one was trying to put his sizeable erection in his boxers, and voicing it made the rottie drop them for the excitement. "Actually, I don't, and I'm home alone."

***** *****

It hadn't take long to get out of that bathroom, the Rottweiler not even cleaning his muzzle; luckily for him the traces of cum were faint enough no one would notice in a passing glace. They got in Vinny's car in no time, driving to the Maddesen household at a moderate pace, which was neither too fast nor too slow since they had time.

All the while they had a decent, civil conversation, not even a hint of their mutual desire for male debauchery but just an idle chat spanning multiple subjects, peppered here and there by some flirting. It surprised the labbie how many things the jock had in common with him and his group of friends.

"You don't talk about this stuff much, don't ya?" The completely black canine asked, guessing by the level of excitement displayed by the other. The driving footballer stayed silent for a while, pondering how to respond to that.

"Yeah, pretty much. My teammates aren't interested and my hook-ups only want sex." The rottie shrugged as if it was no big deal; his flicking ears said a different thing though.

"Hum. You could, ya know, hang out with me and the others sometimes." Clark offered, feeling like the guy really needed some understanding friends.

"Thanks, Maddesen, but can't. The team would kill me." He declined, even though he had a somewhat longing tone in his voice.

"Call me Clark, you did suck my cock after all. But seriously, why not?" The Labrador insisted, wanting to truly understand.

"They wouldn't like if I hang out with nerds." The rottie simply answered without explaining much.

"They ain't your bosses or coach, you can take your own decisions no?" The smaller fur kept bugging the jock, trying to drill some sense in his thick head.

"No, but they would make my life hell." Vinny shook said thick head, and this time he didn't have to elaborate much, the other should know how the meatheads could get.

"Okay, but they won't know if we met at, say, my place and such." He proposed a middle ground, after all they tend to do that all the time.

"I-I have to think about it." The Rottweiler stammered, a sign Clark already had learned the meaning of: that he was seriously thinking about that.

"Umft." He snorted, not completely happy with that answer. "At least could you stop bothering Karl?"

"... I can promise that. I feel guilty to do that to such a cutey." The rottie smiled again at that, happy that he could at least do that.

"Oh so you find him attractive?" The geeky guy remarked, suddenly feeling in a gossipy mood; he could already imagine the other's reaction when he would tell him the feline was taken.

"I said cute, not hot. Not that I wouldn't hit on him, just not what he gets me going so to speak." The absence of any stutter didn't reveal any lie, or that at least he wasn't bullying his friend because he was in love with him but just because he was an easy target.

"Buff guys get you going, eh?" The labbie teased him, expressing his personal fetish; he sure was lucky he was going to know one of them intimately in a couple of minutes.

"Nah, I see my fair share in the locker room, it hardly is exciting anymore." The meaty dog responded to his passenger's surprise; he wouldn't get bored to watch muscled men strip and shower ever.

"So what gets you hard then?" The very curious canine asked, secretly hoping that he would fit the rottie's ideal type.

"Honestly? For me it's more having a... assertive attitude, if ya know what I mean." He finally answered, some blush creeping through his thick cheekfur; not a big surprise, since it was in line with what Clark had discovered about him, but still valuable information.

"Good to know. It's the yellow house on the right." The labrador pointed out, getting a nod from the driving fur who parked his car masterfully before the appointed building.

"Nice place Madd-Clark." Vinny whistled, his passenger already unbuckled and out of the vehicle, propelled by his eagerness.

"Thanks! Now get your ass out here!" The smaller teenager commanded the much muscularly impressing one, turning to walk to the front door without looking behind. His keen ears picked up the loud thud of the closing door, followed by the beeps of the locking in, and he barely had reached the door when he felt the presence of the rottie just behind him.

"You really want to fuck me!" The black and tan canine joked, if in somewhat hushed tones; one look at that fine rump told the hoodie-wearing dog his companion was REALLY liking the idea of getting screwed.

"Of course! Wouldn't pass the chance of shoving my cock up a jock's ass." Clark replied, going as far as slap one firm buttcheek while he opened the door, the movement pushing the massive rottie inside.

The linebacker looked around once inside, probably out of politeness, prepared make some nice remark about the house. "You have one fin- hey don't leave me alone!" He shouted once he realized the other student had gone on and ignored his compliments, his whip of a tail disappearing in a corridor.

"No time for chitchat." The Labrador shouted back as he entered his room, not even trying to clean up the mess he had left that morning; after all, they weren't going to mind that, and the bed was in order which was the important thing.

"A Queen size bed?" The Rottweiler asked as he followed the smaller fur, one brow quirked up in amused judgment; his perverted brain was surely coming up with a series of scenarios... Most of them true, for sure.

"I like sleeping comfortably. Now..." A sudden idea struck him, turning his desk's chair and sitting on it facing his host. "Get naked and make a show out of it."

The black dog had tried to sound dominant but he almost believed the other would laugh at his pathetic attempt; to his surprise, the rottie didn't say anything, quietly closing the door behind him and grabbing the hem of his shirt with both his paws.

The buff canine didn't took it out immediately, his stare growing sultry while he looked at the sited Labrador, conveying in his eyes all the unspoken lust. Slowly he raised his top, inch by inch, his six packs being revealed two by two before his full pecs showed up in their mighty presence; the fur pattern only enhanced his muscles, the tan part highlighting the abdomen and part of his pecs in such an alluring way.

The discharged shirt was thrown away, followed by his shoes being kicked off, leaving him in just socks and his pants. He unbuckled his belt and actually slides it off the loops, slowly turning while tensing the piece of leather between his paws, his movements putting the muscles of his back into motion, rotating his shoulder blades as he arched the back to show off his ample butt.

Vinny then moved his hips, and only his hips, so to push his pants slowly down with the gravity, leaving him with his blue boxers on that did nothing to hide his ass. Letting suddenly go of the belt, its crush muffled by some forgotten clothes, the Rottweiler bent over, his big paws pushing down his underwear and leaving no hindrance to the inquisitive eyes of his companion.

And they sure had enough to feast upon, since the jock had a perfect bubble butt, his stub not covering anything, the inside of his cheeks covered in fuzzy tan fur. The lustful bottom even went as far as grabbing his asscheeks and spreading them, so that there was a direct view of his pucker winking at Clark.

The Rottweiler got back to face the other teenager, sporting a huge grin on his muzzle and an even huger hard-on, clearly having enjoyed his brief show off. "Was that good enough?" The now completely naked dog asked; well, almost completely, he still got his socks on but... In a way, that detail just made his nudity even hotter.

"Oh yeah, it was." Clark had to wipe out the trail of drool that had formed from the angles of his mouth, his hidden erection painfully pushing against his underwear. He sure hadn't expected something like that, but he sure had appreciated it immensely.

"Thought so, Gerard just pushed me down and fucked me when I did that to him." His grin grew mischievous, like he was inviting the Labrador to do the same as this Gerard dude; unfortunately, he didn't have the physical prowess to do that, but he knew that being in control was much more than being stronger.

"On your paws and knees. On my bed. Now." He commanded with his most imposing voice, making the other's triangular ears flicker by the surprise. But the rottie didn't complain and silently did as told, climbing on the bed and angling his ample ass to the one in charge, even invitingly wiggling it.

The Labrador didn't lose time in unclothing, getting naked in record time, his cock bouncing happily as he went to fetch his bottle of lube and when he approached the bed. He lightly landed behind the prone canine, the stub in front of him happily wagging and showing how eager its owner was on being fucked.

"Is your hole clean?" Clark asked, his paws roughly landing on those lustrous cheeks, enthusiastically kneading those buns; there were hard muscles under the fur, but enough fat to guarantee a good cushion to his thrusts... Something that he was closer and closer to do; but he needed to do something else first.

"I always clean it, you never know if you get something up your ass!" Vinny declared, turning his head a bit to look at the teenager behind him; the Labrador couldn't notice that, though, since he had put his muzzle straight down that stubbed tail, his lips meeting the musky pucker and giving it a kiss.

The bigger male groaned at such a contact, his head slouching between his shoulders as he passively experienced the pleasure of having his hole rimmed. Clark wasn't a real expert in it, truth to be told, having done it only a couple times before, but his friends had always told him it was a good preparation and a true bottom always loved it.

So he put his wide tongue to work, lapping at the tailhole, at first slowly, grimacing a bit at the taste, then with more passion as he tried different movements of his slippery muscle. The rottie seemed to be highly receptive, since he was soon moaning loudly, squirming at such treatment, his ass tensing and relaxing under his paws as the jock was hit by waves of pleasure.

Those sounds just made the labbie increase his efforts, as he pushed his tongue against the pucker, his paws busy with groping the very much fuckable ass, but not for long. He soon moved them, one grabbing the stubbed tail, starting to massage it, the other going between Vinny's legs to get to his pride.

His chuckle was muffled by the piece of ass in his muzzle, but he couldn't help it as he found the rottiehood hard and dripping, so hot and slipper as he started to jerk it in tandem with his rimming. The muscle was getting so relaxed that some of his tongue managed to slip inside it, lathering it with his saliva that fell a bit on his sheets too along with the pre their cocks were profusely shooting on them.

The jock was so getting into it that he started rocking his hips, pushing down in what was unmistakably desire to get more in his hole than the nibble tongue of the other dog. Deciding that he had enough of ass-munching for the time being and with his aching maw agreeing with that, Clark left the thoroughly licked pucker with a smack of his lips, while at the same time getting his paws back.

"J-just fuck me now, Clark." The rottie panted a strange mix of a whine and a grunt, needy and deep at the same time. The idea did cross the teenager's mind, the glistening doughnut was just begging to be pounded, but he knew better to listen to his cock... yet.

"I decide when I fuck you." The Labrador snapped while he was applying a good dose of lube on his fingers, his eyes wandering on the waiting mass that was Vinny, muscled tensed in that position in such a hot way.

"S-sorry, you are right." The other apologized, but his wagging tail gave away that he was just playing along with the scenario and enjoying the hell out of it. He needed to remember his place, clearly, so Clark pressed the middle finger in the center of the winking brown pucker, pushing it forward testingly, expecting to find some resistance even after relaxing it with his tongue.

Except he hardly met some, his digit penetrating and getting in up to his second knuckle before he realized it; that could easily mean this asshole had been fucked open so many times that it needed little to open up, but the firm grip around his lonely finger told him otherwise.

"You are very much in control of your asshole, aren't ya?" The labbie taunted the other as he fingerfucked said hole without much trouble, even adding another digit without anything more than a moan from the rottie.

"Y-yes, I practice a lot... I use my dildo each day unless I get some." The footballer revealed, shuddering as another finger got up his tail, this time with some resistance; after all, a muscle designed to be closed could do so much without needing proper stretching.

"You love being fucked so much?" The completely black dog kept teasing the bigger canine while he did numbers on the very much trained pucker, even starting spreading his fingers and ramming them hard. Judging from the reactions he got, the Rottweiler was loving that, reprising his hips-bucking once more.

"y-you can get good only through hard work." The panting dog didn't deny the statement, his head hanging down in a relaxed position. Clark actually hoped he wasn't totally bottom, he did wanted to play the "being fucked by the jock" fantasy in the future... But not at the moment.

"Always a good meat head, maybe you think of your teammates when you use your dildo?" He was truly enjoying this sort of verbal abuse on the footballer, which was kinda karmic considering how he had witnessed him being the abuser so many times at school.

"I-I never do-UMFT!" The rottie groaned as he got stuffed by four fingers now, his ass taking them without much discomfort it seemed. Maybe he could even add all of them, but the Labrador was fast approaching the point where he had to stick his cock in that warmth.

"Your cock doesn't lie... You want to be their bitch." Clark stated as he roughly plunged his fingers inside the hole a couple more times before finally getting tired of preparation. "But now you're my bitch. Get on your back."

The smaller teenager barely had time to step away, as the rottie almost immediately did as told and turned, shifting his position and naturally lifting his legs up so that his hole was still visible, his own rottiehood resting on his tanned abs, throbbing and hard. "Like that?" He asked, almost folding himself in two with an impressive display of flexibility.

"Exactly like that." The labbie said as he stroke some lube on his hefty pridehood. This new view of the jock was the hotter yet, him being totally vulnerable and without anything hiding his gorgeous body, the little detail of the socks increasing the hotness by adding something that didn't feat together.

"Just hurry, I can't hold for much longer..." The linebacker said, his tone implying that it wasn't the lifting of his legs that was bothering him. Kneeling before the laying dog, Clark pushed his cock between those hefty tan balls and against the rottie's perineum, amazingly finding their target on the first try as the bigger fur rose his ass to meet the in-coming meat.

They both moaned as the pointy tip was accepted easily by the rottie's pucker, a good inch of Clark's cock getting in before he managed to stop. Vinny took advantage of the movement of respite to circle the topping dog's hips with his meaty legs, hooking them on the small of his back by their ankles, his black and tan body relaxing as put his arms behind his big head.

The almost professional pose of the Rottweiler only kindle the fire of lusts, so Clark pushed forward, putting his paws on the bed just under the jock's armpits to have more support. His thrust went smoothly for the most part, not the usual friction from a too tight ass, but neither the easiness of a loose hole. The groans from the other canine were music to his ears, since they weren't out of pain but the kind of pleasurable discomfort that you got from having a sizeable pole down your ass.

Vinny groaned even more loudly at the half-way mark, his dick jumping on his belly, as the big cock penetrating him had just hit and starting to brush his prostate. That sound was protracted as he got more and more cock in him, ending only when the black lowhangers of the fellow student slapped against his up turned stub. Clark was still for just a moment, wanting to savor this marvelous moment of his length being hilted in such a magnificent male, something he had often dreamed.

But it was just a moment, his need was too big to let him rest. Pushing himself out of that sweet grip, he got as much as possible of his cock out before slamming it back in, the force of the movement making all the muscles of the rottie bounce, especially the hefty one between his legs. They didn't say anything as the act of breeding began, the jock vocalizing his pleasure in deep grunts and groans, his legs moving with the topping teenager, while the Labrador worked his cock in that sweet hole.

Soon they were both heavily sweating, their bodies working in unison to the primeval tune of meat slapping against meat, the big tool of the labbie getting in and out of the rottie's pucker with much strength. Clark had feared he might be too rough on his new fuckbuddie, but the athlete hadn't laid about his experience, he took it like a chap, and his throbbing rottiehood proved how much he was enjoying the ordeal.

The Labrador was quite enjoying it too, to tell the truth. The vicious grip of the other's ass was just perfect, he could hardly remember experiencing something like that before; probably the psychological element of fucking such a hot meathead was tarnishing his judgment, no, it was surely doing that. But who honestly cared for that when you were shoving your cock up a moaning jock's ass?

Vinny even closed his eyes to focus on the feelings, one big arm going to cover them for good measure. He wasn't totally passive, though, he did rolled his hips with each thrust, making so that they came from different angles as his inside squeezed down the invading cock. The black furred teenager tried to do his best too, attacking the hole from different angles, but he knew perfectly that just his thickness was doing the magic for the rottie.

Increasing his thrusts, Clark shifted one of his paws, grabbing the hot and hard cock just laying a few inches from his pistoning one and starting to squeeze and jerk it, even though he barely manage to encircle it. It sufficed, or so it seemed judging the other dog's reaction, his moans increasing and his body jerking as he got pleasured in two very different ways.

The Labrador could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, not that he blamed himself for that; he slammed his body harder and harder in the bigger fur, trying to force his hefty knot inside to finish the deal and claim that wonderfully muscles ass. Vinny pushed back, wanting that ball of flesh inside him, and they both barked as it finally popped in, though they did for different reasons.

Thrusting deeper and harder, Clark moved like his life depended on it, his cock-jerking paw getting plenty of lube from the pre the rottiehood was spurting; when the movement finally arrive, the smaller dog leaned completely on the laying Rottweiler, his muzzle biting the other at his neck as his meat started to shoot inside him.

Unsurprisingly, that was enough for Vinny too, his body tensing as he orgasmed, his cum hitting their bodies as his ass milked the shooting organ hilted in it, both consciously and unconsciously. The distinct smell of cum filled the air as they both relaxed in their afterglows, the Rottweiler untying his legs while Clark turned them on one side; the positions was much more comfortable like that, their body kinda scissoring in the middle as they waited for the knot to deflate.

They hugged each other, the Labrador's muzzle coming way short of the other's shoulder, forcing him to look up to his new fuckfriend. "Did you like it?" He asked the rhetorical question.

"Hell ya! Your cock feels amazing!" The other enthusiastically answered, pushing his body down on said tool. "I'm already ready to get a second helping!"

"I can feel it." Clark snarked, the hard rottiehood poking him to the chest as they spoke. "You will get that, but on one condition."

"Anything!" The rottie said, his facial expression telling that he was expecting something kinky.

"You won't bully anyone ever again. If you do, I won't fuck you anymore." The black dog laid down the condition, his voice growing serious. He couldn't have sex with someone who was awful to his friends, not again at least.

He felt a tongue passing on the top of his head, a genuinely doggish display of affection and closeness. "You don't need to say it, can't do that to my friend's friends." Vinny said as they both relaxed in the warmth of their embrace.