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Snow Dawgs

Chapter Nine

By Roofles

I could hear his heavy steps following after me, thudding against the floor as the muscular dog began to jog to catch up. I hoped rounding the last corner would lose him. That nose of his was no joke.

“Damn,” I could only curse, wiping the drool off my face after his ambush this very morning.

I’m not sure how it happened but Duncan the pit bull had become somewhat obsessed with me after our relatively short time together. I’d been trying to enjoy my vacation, with some fun along the way, and now there was a very large, muscular, horny canine chasing me around the Ski resort we all were staying at.

The place was small as it was with so many people staying there. It was hard to get some much needed alone time, let alone to keep away from one person specifically.

Duncan was that canine person.

We were like oil and water. Cats and dogs, ironically enough. We were two people that just couldn’t stay in the same room as one another with taking shots at the other. Remarks, comments, jokes and teases. It was endless. Pushing each other boundaries, daring each other to one dumb thing after another. Reminds me of my college frat bro days.

The issue wasn’t so much that. It was the effect that had on us. Especially him. Arguing with the man was like foreplay. Beating him at a game or getting creamed in turn, an aphrodisiac. It was just the icing on my cake that Duncan really wanted to frost and lick clean after. Just brushing up against the one another in front of the others was arousing.

There was something about having done it with someone, no one else aware of that fact, that did it for me. I hadn’t expected such a thing until Duncan grabbed my ass when no one was looking. The way his large man hand took hold of me, really getting a full five finger discount as he stole a grope. Not counting when he ran his thumb down my crack through my pants. That had me hard for the rest of the morning, trying to hide it as we all ate breakfast together.

Combine that with his dry humps while waiting behind me in line, the pelvic thrusts in my direction behind the others when they weren’t looking was enough to get me going. An embarrassing thing, really. To get so worked up like this. I was a grown ass adult and I felt like a horny teenager again, sneaking around behind his parents back with the next door neighbor who could freaking bench press me if Duncan had wanted to. Then, on top of all that, with the knowledge of knowing exactly what he had in mind behind those eyes watching me. Stealing glances when he didn’t think I’d notice?

It was strange, in a good way. It made my heart beat quicken. Made my palms sweaty. Licking my suddenly dry lips as I tried to keep my composure. I’d hate for Hunter to find out like this. Have my ex walk in on us while Duncan is dry humping my ass.

I also hated how that very thought was arousing. Like forbidden fruit. Something I knew I’d never take a bite of, but fantasize in secret about. Then Duncan would brush his hand against mine. Slipping a single finger between my digits for me to take hold of. If only for a second. A second that felt far longer than it was.

There were moments when the pit bull was so open and vulnerable with me, it made me forget what an asshole he could be.

It was doing something to me.

It was impressive no one else seemed to notice, or care. Outside of Junkyard, who definitely at this point had a bone to pick with me. He was also an ass. The Doberman simply didn’t like me. He was too busy chasing Hunter, my ex, around to be too concerned about what his, ex? Was doing.

I needed to confirm that. To make sure Duncan and Junkyard had officially broken up. Even if it was painfully obvious to all of us, I wanted to be civil about this. The problem was? I couldn’t be civil with Duncan. He really knew how to push all my buttons.

“Oh, fuck off.” I had told Duncan that morning after breakfast after he made a few rather crude comments about the way I was eating the sausage provided by the resort. This was after the grope of my ass but before when he ambushed me in the hallway with those wet, slobbery dog kisses.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Duncan would always have something to say to whatever I said to him. The grayish pit bull waggled his eyebrows at me, leaning against the table with an arm thicker than my thigh was. He was flexing. I knew that. I could see it! His muscles bulging, that cocky smile smeared over his face as he watched with delight as I admired his physique. He must’ve noticed me staring. It was damn hard not to. “Yeah. Keep looking. Take a few pictures while you’re at it. Jerk off later to them tonight, perv.”

“We both know you’re the one who’d like that.” I’d kept up appearances well enough, I think. Adding an exaggerated roll of my eyes while I slumped back in the chair. I was about to talk with Buddy the golden retriever when Duncan just had to have the last word.

“Want to come and watch how much I like it?” Duncan seemingly offered. I swear someone snorted orange juice out their nose at that.

“Knowing you, you already have a camcorder set up.” I gritted my teeth as I felt his bare foot bump against my leg. I knew it was his as his feet were the size of a dinner plate. Rough and coarse. A hard, working dogs foot. With those big gray paw pads that smelled so much like him…

“I’m not hearing a no.” Duncan had that shit eating grin on his face the entire time and I felt the heat rise to my face. Anger was easy enough to hide my embarrassment and arousal with.

I’m not proud of my little hissy fit.

“I’m done,” I’d hope to get a chance to flee but it was all the encouragement for the pit bull to chase after me with. Usually this wasn’t so much of a problem. However, today, Auto the blue heeler, the sort of Alpha of the group, was away dealing with business and wasn’t there to be the mediator he’d become for the two of us.

And I hated that as Duncan followed after me with fake apologies and “I’m just joking,” comments for the others to hear.

I hated how he caught my wrist. Hated how much stronger he was than me as he pulled me into an adjacent hallway, out of view, and pressed me against the wall. Hated how his lips slammed against my own, with just enough force it slightly hurt.

And I hated the way his lips tasted as I frenched kissed him so hard I’d swear I felt his tonsils.

And I loved that.

Love the way he gripped me. Held me. He was so damn strong. His fingers should’ve hurt holding me like that. Okay, it slightly did. But not enough. I’m not sure if I meant that in a good or bad way.

I wasn’t sure about a lot of things when it came to him. I wanted to keep kissing him like this in secret. Have his firm, solid chest push against my front. Duncan using only his body to pin me against the wall. Holding me there as he we kissed so deeply I wasn’t sure if it was mine or his drool I swallowed.

His teeth brushed against my cheek, and I felt that hot ragged breath was over my face. The smell of his breakfast pissed me off. The smell of his increasing musk was turning me on. The way he growled low and deep in his belly, letting the sound soften as it rose up out through his lips.

I hated how when I went to hit him, push him off me, my hand ended up slapping against his chest, gripping and groping it soon after. He was so thick. Muscular. Firm and solid. Something, someone that would never break or crumble. His body could withstand any storm, and I wanted to hold onto him as my thoughts crashed around us.

The way Duncan caught up to me, catching my wrist like this. Leading to this! It was like sparks. Like kindling fire. It made me ache and burn inside to be desired like this. It pissed me off how he looked at me. How he just thought I would accept his advances as he pulled me into a supply closet shortly after pinning me against a wall.

It was dark and cramp and his thick chest was pushed against my front. I was against the wall, one of his arms rested next to the side of my head as he leaned closer. I could feel his breath, smell the breakfast on it still. Fried eggs and sausage. The bastard teased me about having a sausage and it smelled like he wolfed down an entire plate of the stuff.

I wanted to growl at that. TO get angry at him. My pitiful hits did nothing to deter him.

His swelling pants, his heat, that raw sexual heat pouring off him was making me sweat. Perspiring from head to toe. I could feel the soles of my feet getting sodden in the wool socks I’d brought along to fight against the cold.

I wasn’t cold anymore. Not with him here. Not with Duncan pushed up against me like this. Someone moaned. I think it was me. Maybe it was him. It didn’t matter as he dove into my neck, nipping and licking at it. Chewing on my like some kind of stress ball.

Was that what I was to him? A stress ball for him to play with and use? Damn if I didn’t want to be his toy. Damn if I did.

Then his nose twitched, and the pit bull froze for a second, stopping himself from devouring my neck as if were some kind of plate of sausage links.

He sniffed me. It was far more intimate than I ever expected someone like Duncan to do. It was slow and tender. The way he sniffed. Nosing over my hair, down the side of my face to the crook of my neck. I could feel him push that large snout against me. Closer. Wanting to be closer. Touching me now. Pushing under my chin.

His snout was so big, so strong I couldn’t even stop him if I wanted to. My eyes cracked open, just enough to look at him. To see the look on his face. I expected it to be arrogant and full of himself as ever. His eyes were closed. Duncan wasn’t relying on sight to see me.

He used his nose.

Exploring my upper body with it as he sniffed me. Nosing against my chest, under an arm and behind an ear. He didn’t let me go. Duncan wouldn’t let me go unless I begged him, I knew. Yet, I also knew he wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want. That my body didn’t want.

What my body craved.

The way those strong, man hands ran over my body. I hated that I shivered. I hated that my voice caught in my throat, and I made a squeak of a noise. I was trying to resist it, to hide my joy for such attention. I could see it in his eyes when they finally opened. See it on the look on his face. He knew. Duncan knew I loved this. He could smell it.

Soon, he was tasting it.

The thickness of his tongue startled me. It was like a slab of wet meat slapping against my neck. Drooling down the side as he licked me. Tasted me. Savored me as he pushed his much larger body against my own. Closer. Closer still. It was like he was trying to crush me. He wanted to be so close to me I was afraid he’d crush me against the wall. Between a rock and a hard place.

I was afraid he would.

I was afraid he wouldn’t.

It was strange grabbing him like this. My hands gripping him, encouraging him closer to me. Pulling him with the feeble strength I had compared to his. It was enough. Holding him as I knew he wanted me to do. Without words, telling him to continue. To go on. To not stop. He let out a soft noise, a whimper of a sound that begged with so few words for me to do more to him. To touch him more. To pet and rub him, feel him in my fingers and pull him against my body.

And I did.

It was a cardinal sin. I desired him. I wanted him when I knew I shouldn’t. He was my sin. My body ached for more. To taste him as he tasted me. To smell him as he smelled me. I wanted to be horny with him. To fool around with him. To do things to Duncan that I had never done with Hunter.

His hands slid under my shirt and I tensed. He stopped, if only for a second. Eying me carefully, making sure he didn’t overstep some unspoken boundaries I had. It made me exhale, to let out the breath I’d been holding in.

The sight of it, the way our eyes met was enough for Duncan to slide those hand further inside my shirt. Up my sides and over my chest. A rough paw padded finger brushed a nipple and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning.

My entire body felt sensitive. Electric. His touch, his smell, the way his ears perked up after he touched me like that. Duncan was as surprised as I was by that.

Carefully, he lifted up my shirt. Eying my face as he did so. Watching me carefully before those eyes roamed down my body like a hungry animal wanting to feast. I wasn’t fat by any means. I might as well have been compared to this muscle dog.

Then I felt his breath. Hot and humid. It dampened my flesh, or maybe I was sweating more than I thought. His eyes fluttered shut, his short, broad snout moving closer before I felt it. Not his lips, his cold bumpy nose as it brushed the hair on my chest. Nosing it. Sniffing it. He was sniffing my ‘fur’ and murring low and deep, that animalistic sound they did when they were really aroused.

He was getting turned on by this. On by me. Duncan wanted me as much as I wanted him. It made my toes curl, biting my lip again as I fought against the urge to moan like his bitch as his lips brushed that same nipple. Brushing over it, kissing it, before those dark gray tinted lips opened just enough for him to lick me over.

That slab of meat of a tongue made a wet slap as he licked me. Duncan was drooling. He’d been drooling since the hallway and it wasn’t stopping. He wanted to drool on me. Wanting to coat me in his saliva as he licked me up.

It made gooseflesh form on my eyes. Shuddering from the contrast of his heat and the wet feel of that drool cooling from the air. I kicked out a leg, I squirmed in his grip. When had he lifted my arms up above my head? Or had I done that for him? He’d taken one hand to grip them, hold them up for me as he licked my chest. Kissing my pec and nosed my armpit.

He was against me. His entire body pinning me against the wall as he rubbed himself, his scent, over me. Scenting. That was what they called it. He wanted others to smell himself on me. Duncan, that sneaky dog, was trying to tell everyone that I was his and off limits without saying a word.

What a sly bastard.

And I enjoyed every second of it.

The way his lips slammed against my own the next second with such need that he whimpered that sound into my mouth as it parted open and our tongues met. They danced, they wrestled and before I knew it, I was tasting his drool as he dipped me to the side, leaning over me. Duncan easily held me up as we kissed so deep that I had to cling to his body to keep from feeling like I was falling over.

I knew that was exactly his attention for doing so.

It was heat, it was fire, it was sex without the sex… yet. I knew it wouldn’t be long before we were back at it. We couldn’t hold on much longer. Not at this rate. I might not have a nose of a dog but I could smell the need for sex dripping off Duncan’s sweaty body.

His smell, his muskiness, filled the storage closet we were in as I wrapped an arm around that thick neck of his. Holding onto it as he kissed me. Until I had to break away for a breath of fresh air.

Duncan was smiling. Smiling down at me as he panted, open maw, down at me. His eyes were practically glazed over with lust. A look I’m sure I had as well at this point.

He wanted this, wanted me, as much as I wanted him. Though I’d never openly admit it. His need, Duncan’s desires were far more pronounced than mine were.

His shorts were straining to contain it. I could feel Duncan grinding his bulge against me, against my front. Damn, was he big. I’ve been with him only a couple of times, but it still surprised me. The size of him. I could feel his girth straining against those shorts as it strained against his sheath. He was such a fat cock dog. It was incredible.

Duncan dripped of sex. His muscles, his strength, his neediness. There was something about him that drove me crazy. Wanting to get into verbal, and fist, fights with him. I wanted to wrestle him. I wanted to try and dominate him before he pinned me to the ground as he had pinned me against the wall.

I wanted to growl in his face as he snarled back. Our eyes meeting, sweat dripping like rain down over me as our hot, worked up bodies closed what little distance there was between us.

To be dominated by this man. To be owned by him. His bitch…

Then there were parts of him I wanted to tie to a bed and just, I don’t even know! Maybe spank? Was he into spanking? I felt like I could really rile him up that way.

Our relationship, if you could even call it that, was like a storm. And fuck me, if it wasn’t the most exciting thing about this trip. About my life for the past years I’d been together with Hunter. Hunter was such a wet blanket in every situation. Let alone for being such a vanilla bean in the bedroom. He didn’t like to physically touch in public as it made him uncomfortable. He only did a few things in bed as it was.

Public? In private? Either way, it was tamed. That was what that relationship had been. Tamed, under control, planned out.

Not like this.

It was wild and feral. Untamed and spontaneous. A spark that relit the fire in me.

In a way, us breaking up, Hunter and I, had gotten that weight off my chest. Freed me from a lifeless, sexless relationship that I hadn’t realized I’d been trapping myself in for his sake. I liked Hunter. But I wasn’t sure if I ever loved him. It was more of a chore than a relationship. A sort of obligation, combined with the fear that I’d be kicked out if we broke up.

Not exactly healthy, but sometimes to survive in this world? You had to do what you had to do.

This, now, here in a supply closet with a man of a man pressed against me? This was what I had wanted. Had needed. It was crazy, it stimulated my senses in ways I thought long since dead. It jumpstarted my dick and it was painfully straining to get out of my pants.

His heat, the smell of his musk wafting off his half naked body. I hadn’t even realized he’d removed his shirt, not until I was kissing and licking at his pecs. The feel of those muscles flexing as I did so, the way they tightened as I gripped them. I wasn’t soft by any means. I could be rough with him, with Duncan. And I knew he liked it.

Duncan smirking above me, smiling down as his tail wag as I chewed on his chest like a piece of meat that he was. Oh, he wanted to look cocky about this. Smug and arrogant. I could feel how much he enjoyed this. How much HE needed this, in a lot of the ways, as much as I needed this.

Two aching desperate bodies wanting relief from one another. I knew he and Junkyard were on the rocks. Hell, that they were finished and done with. I knew they had, most likely at this point, officially broken up. It was that aftermath, that rebound, that we both craved and needed and wanted.

And fuck, he felt good.

He lifted an arm and coaxed my head underneath with a hand the size of my face. He gripped the back of my head, yet gently encouraged me to nose under that lifted arm. Into the thick, plush fuzz of his armpit. It was sweaty and warm and smelled so strong of him.

It felt as good as it smelled. And damned, it smelled strong.

“I didn’t shower this morning,” Duncan said with an almost meek voice as his tail continued to wag. I could tell that. I could tell he hadn’t showered. It was so strong and ripe, not disgusting but… man. That was what Duncan was. He was a slab of man meat I wanted to dig into. To savor and enjoy. To taste.

I wanted to taste him on my lips more than anything else.

So, I did.

I pushed against him. My whole body pressing against him now. I could feel that whimper escape his lips again. So damn needy. Pit bulls, I swear. I could at least give him a little something in return for all he had done to me. Having all the fun. I couldn’t let him get away with that, no. Duncan needed to be taught a lesson.

I licked him.

That must’ve startled him as he jumped at the feel of it. Feel of my tongue licking at his sweaty armpit. Nosing it, feeling his fuzz run over the side of it. Covering my nostrils so all I could breathe in was his smell, his musk. His sweat after a long morning workout. Letting it sit there during breakfast, ripening, before sharing it with me.

I inhaled him. Breathing him deep as I snorted with the action at the end. He was so strong. It was a smell I’d never want to forget and the way he looked at me told me I could have this, have him, any time I asked for it.

Duncan’s lips opened but no words came out. It was a nice change, to see him speechless like this. Oh, I knew I’d hear all about it later on. Right now? Right now, he was the one in the palm of my hand as I adored him. As I loved on his body. Rubbing it, petting it, caressing it with loving touches that ended with lustful gropes.

It was crazy having these kind of option on the table. His entire body was a buffet for me to enjoy.

My hands ran over his chest. Feeling it, feeling him. My fingers traced over his muscles, outlining them one by one as I pushed closer to him. All I could feel was him. All I could smell was his body. He must’ve gone to the gym this morning it was so damn strong. Was he planning this? Did he hope for this?

I couldn’t help but take a peek at his face, curious to know what he could possibly be thinking.

Damn, I wish I hadn’t. Duncan was such an asshole. He was thick-headed and strong willed. He rubbed me all the wrong (and right) ways. Now? Here and now? Like this? Tucked away into a supply closet away from the others prying eyes and noses? He looked so soft and vulnerable. His eyes were wide, staring at me as if still unable to believe I was going along with all of this.

He looked almost scared, afraid I’d pull away from him. Afraid to be hurt. That I’d yell at him. Walk away after riling him up like this. Was that what Junkyard used to do to him? Did that Doberman tease him before snapping at something Duncan had done or said?

That explained so much, in a lot of ways. Duncan hadn’t moved since I started.

The pit bull had just stood there, letting me do whatever I wanted to him. No matter where my fingers roamed or what part of him I teased, he would only whimper and let me. Let me do as I please. Wanting it. Needing it more than I did, I could tell that now. He wanted it so damn bad that he was scared of doing something wrong and risk me stopping.

For this pleasure to stop. To be built up before being knocked down.

I pulled away and he noticeably flinched, pulling back as his ears lowered. His wide eyes were still watching me. Trying to read my thoughts as I’d been reading his. Duncan mouth opened, to say something. Most likely to apologize.

Duncan wanted to apologize for the imaginary thing he thought he’d done wrong. The thing that had stopped me from loving on him.

To the pit bull’s credit, as much as we were groping and feeling one another, Duncan hadn’t once taken his pants off. He hadn’t zipped down his front, despite how much he must’ve ached to do so. Duncan had only really gone to second base. Keeping his hands above my waist, not counting the ass gropes.

Duncan had been waiting for me to make the first move. Me stopping now must’ve triggered some kind of warning bell in his head as the pit bull tried to save this before I walked out. Not like I was planning any such thing.

I beat him to the punch.

“Can I sniff you elsewhere?” I asked instead, louder than I’d normally would have. It was enough to catch the pit bull off guard, again. Duncan jaw hung open for nearly a full minute. I think his brain stopped working there for a second.

“Y-you’d like that, wouldn’t you, y-you little pervert?” Duncan said, trying to look tough even now. It wasn’t working. He looked like he might nut on the spot if I worked him up any more. A part of me wanted to do that. Tease those thick nipples poking out from his chest until he begged and whined for me to stop.

Or not to stop. I wasn’t sure yet all his go to points yet. It was half the fun of being with a new partner. The other half was the annoyance of not figuring out how to finish the job after you started it.

“I’d love it.” I breathed hotly against the side of his muzzle. Letting the words drag out as I said them. I felt him shiver. His short grayish blue fur standing up from that as he looked like a dog that had just gotten out of the pool, wanting to shake himself off. “I’d love to nose you all over, big boy.”

“O-of course you would. Humans, I swear.” Duncan swallowed loudly, trying his best not to lose it. I did want to tease him more as I pushed against his front. It wasn’t hard to get him to take a step back, then another.

Pushing him against the other wall, I was the one now against his front. I nosed at his neck. The loose fur there. It was warm and soft to the touch. His hide was thick. I could feel it as I pressed my lips against his neck, against his throat. There was that whimper again. It reverberated in his throat. Before he swallowed. I felt it as I pressed my lips there.

It was an act I’ve seen dominate canines do to others. To bite their neck. I didn’t exactly have the same kind of equipment as they did, being what Junkyard liked to call “flat-faced.” It still did the job. My lips against him, my teeth just barely brushing against it.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

Then he whined as I bit him, and I achieved my goal.

It was a soft, love bite. Just enough for my teeth to get a hold on that loose fleshy hide of his neck. Biting it, chewing on it and letting his body melt against the wall as I pressed my front against his, needing to use him as support. I gripped his shoulder with a hand, my other tracing somewhere around his lower front. Teasing at his shorts.

Out in the middle of a ski lodge and he was wearing shorts. Cocky bastard.

His breath hitched. I stopped as he froze there for a second, eyes rolling into the back of his head. For a second I thought he finished already. I would’ve taken it as a compliment if he did. Then he eased up, relaxing as he placed his hands against the wall behind him, watching me. Waiting for my next move.

“W-what?” He only asked. I could see the rusty gears in his head trying to turn. It was an amusing sight.

“Don’t move,” I ordered him, and he gave a small nod. “I just want to make sure I get a good angle,” I was the one to smirk. To play it up. To be the cocky one for a change as I slid down his front, slow and sexual. At least, that’s what I had been going for.

Dragging my hand down from his shoulder, over his exposed chest, down to his ripped stomach. I could feel his damn muscles, what the fuck. Was it his breed? Being a pit bull? Or did this man live in the gym? Either way, it was nice. Damn nice to feel as I half crouched, half knelt in front of his bulge.

It bobbed. This freaking dog swallowed again, stomach tensing and it made his sheath pull up inside the restraining confines of those shorts. Bobbing. Bobbing like a damn Adam’s apple. What the fuck, who can actually do that? I’ve only seen that in porn. Then he did it again.

Pulling up before he let out his breath, causing that fat, well defined bulge to bounce back down. Right in front of my face.

I tried not to drool as I hooked a finger in his shorts, tugging them slightly. He whined as I took my time. Unable to help but tease him even now as I didn’t dare tear my eyes away from that bulge. It was so big, so full. I could see a small damp spot forming on the top where he was leaking. It smelled. Even through his damn shorts, Duncan smelled so strong. All man. All dog. It was incredible. I never really got a chance to do foreplay with Hunter. Not like this. Fuck, it was nothing like this! I felt rusty, out of practice. Duncan was a good test for all this. Someone to tease and play with. He reacted so well to everything I did.

And he clearly was enjoying it as I finally pulled his shorts down and saw his fat tip poking out of his constraining sheath. That sheath clung tightly to his body; clung and form around his girthy arousal. That wasn’t what I noticed first, however.

“Really?” I looked up at him. “Going commando?” Was he expecting this from the start? Or did he work out like this? With nuts that big, hanging as low as they were? I didn’t blame him. I still had to tease him for it.

“Fuck you,” Duncan growled now, but didn’t dare move away. He was still watching me, eating this all in. He must love watching his partner during sex. The way he was transfixed by my movements. Reacting even before I touched him. I wonder if he had a mirror on the ceiling or wall in his bedroom?

Maybe he wasn’t joking about a camcorder.

“Not just yet,” I stuck my tongue out. He sucked in that breath again and his sheath pulled closer to his body. Fuck, I almost licked him on accident from that movement. It formed so perfectly against his body I could make out every curve of his fat, constrained cock. I was drooling for him.

I’d have pretended I wasn’t but, damn, being this close I could practically taste him. The smell hit me in the face like opening a hot oven. It was strong, it was musky, and it smelled of sex. His sex. That raw sexual heat washing over my face, making sweat drip down my brow.

The raw heat and musk coming from this man’s groin was making my face sweat. I could smell it. Smell him. He filled the supply closet as he began to pant down at me. His stench was everywhere, and I wanted it more than I’d ever admit. I’d go to my grave before ever admitting how much I wanted to suck on those fat hanging nuts or lick the pre dribbling from that twitching tip.

It smelled. That was what it was. This damn pit bull above me was leaking this entire time. Right in his shorts. Messing up the inside of it, constraining all that musky smell before I pulled them down. All that built up musk released all at once, right into my face.

His plump sheath bounced again; his fat sack hung low between his muscular sides. I could see where the fur was slightly damp with sweat, making it cling and form around those quads. I traced a finger over it. It was slightly sticky. This dog was leaking so damn he was making his nuts sticky.

It was the way those balls slapped against those thighs that sold me.

Duncan twisted his head to look towards the door, ears perked up as he listened in. Most likely hearing someone else walking by. The small movement cause his sack to sway, slapping from one side to the next. His right nut sagged further than his left and I wasn’t sure why that entranced me as much as it did.

I watched it swing right in front of my face, nearly hitting my chin, as he stopped long for whoever was in the hallway to pass us by.

Duncan was so focused on the door, he wasn’t expecting to feel my nose, let alone my face, pressed up against his sack. It made him jump which lifted it up enough for me to sneak in closer. Worming my way between those thick muscular sweaty thighs until they squeezed around my face. His sack fell back down against my face, sagging over the side of it and covering my vision.

It was damp. It was sweaty and hot. It was so humid I could understand why his nuts were hanging so damn low.

He reeked. He was hot and musky and sweaty. It was damp, like a spa, and the sodden fur rubbed against my cheeks as I nosed underneath that fat sack, the tip of my nose touching his taint. It was just as hot as I expected it to be. He smelled so strong I couldn’t help myself as I moaned low and deep from it.

From him.

I was touching myself, stroking myself as I sniffed him. Feeling like an animal, like a dog, instead of a human as I gave into these desires, these cravings. These lustful sins. He felt good, so damn good. His muscles against my face, flexing against my cheeks. The heat of his body, the smell of his sex. I wanted it. I needed him right now and my aching, dripping dick didn’t protest the idea of this as I licked it. Licked him.

Tasting him, not in some shower, but after a long morning workout. He’d gone commando, wearing these skin tight shorts to keep all that smell locked inside. Duncan’s stink clung to my face. To the fuzz on my chin. I’d be smelling like him for the rest of the afternoon I was sure.

It didn’t stop me from licking and cleaning his sweat for him with my tongue as if it were a towel. Licking around his sack, under it, and swallowing that delicious, musky taste.

Duncan startled again, making me smile. He was such a big tough dog in front of the others. Here and now, he was such a pup. A big helpless pup as if experiencing this for the first time. It was cute. Fuck, I can’t believe I was thinking Duncan, this asshole, as cute.

I did and I love that.

The way he whimpered, the way he covered his muzzle with a hand, trying to stifle the noise in case anyone walked by. I wasn’t so much looking at his nuts in my face any longer but at his big dopey face watching me from above. Reading the thoughts behind those big eyes of his as his chin rested on those thick man pillows.

He began rocking his hips and I placed a hand on his side to stop him.

“W-what?” Duncan mouth the word, trying to keep it down. He was almost shaking with need as I grinned up at him. I could probably tickle his sack and he’d blow all over my face.

A part of me wanted that. Another part of me realized how much of a mess that would be. I hate getting my partners release in my eye.

“Don’t want to make a mess,” I told him. Despite being in a janitor’s supply closet, I really didn’t want to have to clean anything up.

Sitting a little taller, I tried to position myself in front of his groin. Glancing up at him, I could tell Duncan was now thinking the same thing. It just took him an additional minute to put two and two together. I almost spelled it out for him.

“H-here,” he offered a hand. With two fingers, he pushed his exposed tip down, angling it towards my mouth. It twitched in reaction to Duncan’s thoughts of what I was about to do for him. The tip spilled free of his tight sheath, just the head of it. It was already dripping as he angled his cock towards my lips. Dripping a long strand down towards the ground.

Duncan’s tip jumped slightly. I thought that strand would break. Instead, it just bobbed with the motion. Bouncing up with his tip before dripping back down. I nearly whistled at the sight.

Bending down, I licked it up. Easily swallowing it down as I rose up to take in Duncan’s cock with that drooling pre. It spurted in my mouth. I was not expecting that. Expecting his cock to twitch around my lips and spray even more of that lubricating pre onto my tastebuds. I nearly gagged at the overwhelming strong musky flavor of him.

I placed a hand on his thigh, trying to ease him back and he did so. His cock also softened slightly at that. If it had gone on even a second longer, I was sure he’d have blown.

Every reaction Duncan had to something I did was reflected in his dick it seemed. It was kind of impressive. His balls sucked up as he caught his breath, watching as my lips slid down his head to press against and kiss the tight opening of his sheath. My lips forming around the straining opening keeping his length from spilling out.

I teased the length of it. Feeling that sweaty, sticky loose fur with two fingers as I stroked it up and down Duncan’s shaft. Jerking him off slightly in the process.

I felt it twitch. His fat dick laid over my tongue and I felt it twitch, throbbing before more of his pre spilled from the tip onto my taste buds. Onto the back of my tongue and coating my throat with that muskiness. He was so damn musky. It tasted just like how he smelled. It was so strong that I was drooling as I swallowed it down.

I groped his fat nuts and felt Duncan shudder at that. He really did love being loved on like this. His nuts were so full, so fat and ached for attention. They loose flesh was damp, sweaty and sticky as his sheath had been.

That was why his nuts had been so smelly and wet. He’d been dripping since he chased me into this supply closet. From the start, he’d been hoping for this. Building it up in those fat nuts of his before letting it all drip out all over my tongue.

I swallowed again.

I gave a suck on his cock and the pit bull jumped slightly. Covering his face with those two meaty hands, Duncan looked down at me between split fingers. I rubbed his nuts soothingly, trying to get this tense canine to relax a bit.

It was kind of cute how worked up he was. I knew it was because he was denied so much in his life, but still, when you were a big muscle head asshole like Duncan? It was kind of nice to know he had his own issues, as we all do.

It was also a bit stressful feeling how tense his thighs were becoming. I tried to massage them. Rub them and ease some of that tension out of the pit bull. It seemed to help somewhat as he took another heavy breath and let it out, seemingly relaxing. It still looked like he was about to punch a hole in the wall.

Why did the idea of him punching a hole in the wall before blowing his fat load all over my face arousing enough I swear I nutted a bit on the spot? That might be something I need to look into in the future.

Taking my spent release in my sticky fingers, I rubbed it over his nuts. Rubbed my smell, my release, over Duncan’s body.

The pit bull stiffened and, if possible, his eyes widened even further.

“Did you…?” He asked before swallowing again. I was about to stop when he let out a whine. “D-don’t stop. Jerk me off w-with that. With your…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. His face was burning. It was hard to tell, but this big muscle head was blushing brightly underneath that thin fur.

Massaging his sheath with that hand, I coated him more in my release. My smell, my stickiness. I helped coax more of the pit bull out for this blow job as I got back to work on his throbbing dick. He spilled out over my tongue, already threatening to gag me with only half of his beast released from its cage. Duncan groaned above me, a low sound that rumbled in his chest as his eyes rolled back again.

Duncan slumped against the wall, giving up all pretense for trying to stop me or seem like he was in control. The pit bull succumbed to what could tame even the wildest of beasts, a blow job.

I licked at his tip, slapping my tongue underneath it and dragged it over the front. Pressing my tongue over the opening several times. He liked it slow, I picked up on that right away. Quick jerking movements or tongue licks didn’t do it for him as much as the slow, sensual ones did.

He shuddered from the feel. Really letting himself go, finally. Able to hold the wall for support, his knees threatening to buckle as I bobbed over his length as every muscle in his body seemed to relax. He was a spring wound too tight. That was until I went down on him.

I did my best, I swear! Slurping it up until I felt the tip poke at the back of my throat, nearly making me gag. Thankfully Duncan barely even noticed at this point. It was easier to jerk him off with a hand and focus on the tip of him. I needed more practice to handle this beast.

He was dripping so much. It mixed with my drool, ran down my throat and I could feel it pool inside me. He hadn’t even blown yet, and I swear I could feel it. That heat sitting down low in my belly as his muskiness filled me.

Massaging his nuts once more, I gave one a small tug and found I could stretch it far farther than my own sack would ever go. Lucky bastard. With a roll of the eyes, I kept trying to tease and work him up. Figure out every spot to touch, to press, to lick and sniff and rub. It wasn’t long before he was full erect and I was crouching instead of kneel now, taking in his length as I held onto the base with a hand.

A nice trick I had learned being around guys like Duncan. Using my hand helped stop the overzealous pit bull from face fucking my throat raw. I could twist my grip and stroke his length while using it as a stopper for my mouth, preventing Duncan from sliding too far in.

To his credit, Duncan never tried to face fuck me. A part of me hoped he was going to ruin me; another rational part of my brain was glad he hadn’t as it was still freaking morning and I had plans after this.

“I’m… close.” Duncan swallowed again, placing a hand now on the back of my head. I felt his hips roll up into my lips, matching my pace as he lifted his muzzle higher. “Will you…?” He asked. Looking up at him must’ve told him that, yes, I was planning to swallow him. He shuddered, again. I doubted Junkyard every did this for Duncan, let alone swallow. Most guys don’t. “Such a good boy I have,” he muttered now. “So needy. Wants this dick. Needs his splash of Duncan in the morning.”

I tried not to laugh, rolling my eyes as I continued the blow job at such a dumb thing to say. Whatever got him off in the morning, though. My jaw was getting sore at his point and decided enough was enough.

Interesting thing about sleeping with a canine, they had a sort of cum button you could press if you knew how to. It was about that time to press it.

Grasping hold of his formed knot with my hand, I rubbed a thumb underneath it roughly and gave it another squeeze. Duncan mouth hung open, the words he was about to say freezing in his throat as he just stiffened like a board. I felt it in his thighs. I could read it on his face. I knew what was about to come.

So did Duncan.

“Oh.” Duncan breathed. “Fuck.” Was all that was needed to be said before he blew.

Hot, molten Duncan poured from his tip, onto my tongue and down my throat. It was like lava it was so damn thick. It was warm, hot, and I could feel the weight of it now inside me. It was so warm; it made my body tingle as he filled me. I was glad I didn’t have a large breakfast as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of this man’s release.

Duncan came like a white-hot flood. There was so much that it was easier to relax my throat and let it all go down instead of trying to swallow it all or breathe. That part was tricky. My lungs ached. My eyes watered. My face probably turned an unpleasant shade of purple before he finally stopped and pulled back.

I was gasping, breathing heavily as I wiped my lips off as the pit bull slid down the wall slowly in front of me, shorts still down around his ankles. His knees finally giving out as he stared up at the ceiling with this dopey look on his face as he blew so hard I think his brain short circuited. I might need to flip a breaker switch to get him restarted.

Or I could just leave him here to ruminate in the afterglow.

I snorted a laugh at that and wish I hadn’t as his seed burned the back of my nostrils from doing so. Friendly advice, don’t laugh during or after swallowing a fat load like that unless you liked burning your sinuses.

“Ow,” I cringed, rubbing my nose as I tried not to laugh more at how stupid that had been. I swear it was leaking out my nose a bit now.

“D-did I hurt you?” Duncan suddenly asked, looking at me. His big meaty hand placed itself over mine as our eyes met. He looked so damn concern it was heart touching; I won’t lie.

“No, just, a lot.” I wiggled my nose. “That was a hell of a lot.” I chuckled again before wincing. “A whole lot of Duncan in the morning.”

“Uh, yeah. Heh, s-sorry?” Duncan almost apologized but that look on his face made me want to hit the man. He was so damn proud of that. Of this. Of what we had just done together. I was sure that, in his head, Duncan was somehow spinning this all around that he had achieved this outcome. “I’ve been, uh, thinking about you and it was just kind of building me up and, well, yeah…”

Duncan looked bashful. Freaking bashful like a school girl talking to her crush.

“I was hoping that this, uh, you would be…” He slid his thick fingers between mine and squeezed. “Talking with you…” He trailed off. I couldn’t let such an easy tease go unsaid.

“You get turned on by our arguments?” I had to ask. Duncan sheepishly looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. “Of course you do. You’d probably nut if I spanked your ass while I’m at it.” I half-jokingly said. Duncan’s ears burned so bright I could actually see the red inside them. “What? Really? I was joking!”

“S-shut your face!” Duncan snapped back, struggling to pull his shorts back up now as he stood up on weak jelly legs. “Y-you’re the one getting spanked.”

“Want to tie me up and spank my ass? Dude, that’s so fucking gay.” I did love the look on his face after that. It glowered. His entire face a mixture of relief, frustrated anger and something else. Did he already want to do round two?

“What? No. I’m not into that. I-I mean, you’re gay!” Duncan growled over the idea of it. “You’d get off on being spanked!”

“Wow, rude. After a guy blows you.” I had to laugh at that. At this. How, somehow, we were right back where we started. At each other’s throats. “And here I was hoping we could cuddle.” I got up, wiping off my shorts. My dick ached, I was still dripping and sore.

It was wonderful.

I wouldn’t give Duncan the pleasure of seeing that, though, as I adjusted myself and tried to hide my pronounced bulge. Groping it and shaking it up and down.

“W-wait, cuddle?” Duncan’s ears might’ve shot to the roof with how quick they jumped up here that. The look on his face was like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. I wish I had my phone to take a picture of it.

“That’s too gay, I know. I guess I’ll find someone else to cuddle up with. Maybe get something warm and hot to drink while enjoying the snowfall.” I said, offering a shrug and I shake of my head. “Spoon up to them and just let them crush me against their chest…” I was already walking out the door by the time Duncan’s brain caught up with the conversation.

The pit bull accidentally knocked something over as he tried to follow after me. What a sight. Keeping his shorts up with one hand, the shirtless pit bull looked like a spent, whimpering mess of a man that needed a good hot shower.

Or a belly rub.

“Or a belly rub.” I had to. I had to say that last part out loud as I gave him one final wink.

“Wait a minute!” He called and I looked back at the shirtless canine. He must’ve seen where I was looking as his muzzle shot down to make sure one of his nuts hadn’t accidentally slipped free of those skin tight work out shorts.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked. With a quick look, and a minute of processing it, Duncan must’ve realized he left his shirt in the supply closet.

“Dammit, j-just wait here!” Duncan barked at me and ran back towards the closet. I was already heading down the hall by the time he came out, putting the shirt on inside out and backwards.

That was about the time he was chasing me, again, through the lodge.