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A Change in Uniform - 2

It was baggy, hanging off of Sam more like a blue toga than a coverall. He had lost weight since the last time entire the thing and had noticed earlier in the morning. He hadn't noticed before because he hadnt been looking for it. Sure, the waist size of his jeans went down a bit, but that had been no big deal then, but now...

Will Mason like it? Sam stood in front of his bathroom mirror, naked. After realizing how ill fitting the coverall was, he had stripped down to his birthday suit to do nothing short of admire himself.

His body was lean with some fat here and there, but it looked natural, it belonged wherever it settled, giving his body a more healthy look rather than the anorexic look he was sure he would appear as without the fat. His muscles were there and even noticeable with decent sized biceps and a solid chest. He had gone to the gym in the past, but not since coming to Miami. Would need to find a good gym again to avoid losing the gains.

Sam flexed in the mirror, feeling the thickness of his arm with his hands and made faces to himself as the novelty of his decent muscles faded. He ran his hand down his neck and then to his chest where some, but not much hair grew. He plucked a hair and winced.

He tried to imagine himself touching Mason's chest. All furry and soft. Warm with the gentle thudding of the heart beneath.

Dogs liked belly rubs. Did Anthros like belly rubs as well? They didn't like being called dogs. Not at all, but they did share a lot behavioral quirks. If there was one that ferals and Anthros shared, especially the canines, it had to be the love of belly rubs.

Still imagining that he was touching Mason, Sam lowered his hands to his stomach where he lightly scratched in small circular motions. He could see the allure of belly rubs, not without a thick coat of fur, he was just going to scratch himself with his nails. Still, he kept the motion, but with the flat of his hand instead.

His finger touched something and came away wet and sticky. Sam looked down. It was his cock, erect and with a small smear at the tip. He had aroused himself with all the touching and the thoughts of Mason and that made him blush.

What would Mason think of it? It wasn't the largest in the world, but not small either. It stood at six inches with a hefty and full sack underneath that was covered in a trimmed bush of pubes. Another thing that Sam hadn't paid much mind until now.

Sure, he masturbated like any other human or Anthro that ever existed, but that was the extent of it. Now he could see himself presenting it to Mason who would also be naked with... with...

What did an Anthro look like naked? He wasn't sure because he had never seen. He hadn't even looked at images online either. His father would give him quite the beating if he had been caught looking at naked Anthros. Now curiosity was piqued.

Still naked since he lived alone and the blinds were pulled shut, Sam sauntered over to his computer and switched it on.

While the computer was warming up ridiculously slow for this time and age, Sam looked down at his still erect penis.

With a hand, he reached down and pulled back the foreskin, revealing the rest of his moist head.

What would a paw feel like? Mason had rough pads with bits of fur in between them. Would it hurt or would it massage and soothe? So many questions that needed answering.

The computer was now on completely. Sam logged in, opened up a browser, thought about it and then opened up a private browser. He then searched for 'Canine Anthro Anatomy,' because he wasn't so unrefined as to look up porn.

The Wikipedia article that popped up showed everything he needed to see and then some more.

"They have a sheath, hmm," Sam read down the article on reproduction. His eyes scanned the page line by line until he got to something real interesting. "Knot?! What is that?" He clicked the hyperlink and nearly turned his screen off from the educational image that appeared. "What is that!" He shouted and then quickly looked around as if there were others to hear him.

He knew his face was as red as a cherry. The picture he had just seen couldn't possibly be real. How could that be a penis? It was all red and looked angry, ending in what appeared to be two cancerous growths at the base that according to the article, grew in size when aroused. The shape was also unlike anything he had seen with a pointed tip.

Sam turned off the computer and got up. Despite being on the verge of horrified at the sudden intake of graphic information, Sam noted that his election was still there, painfully so. He was rock hard and there was a trickle of pre running from the exposed head to his crotch where it soaked his pubes and the hand that was still gripping himself.

The thought of masturbating came to mind, but he was already going to be cutting it close. He needed to get to work.

Sam wiped himself off and threw on some underwear, shorts, an undershirt and then the coveralls. He put on a belt to keep it from sagging too much and drove to work.

Whatever Mason saw in the coveralls, Sam didn't. He was still sweating profusely and swore that he felt worse off than in his polo shirt, except now that he was in a loose fitting coverall, the sweat ran freely down his body.

Work today wasn't nearly as productive as it was the previous day. There wasn't even half the amount of paper work today as before, but it still took Sam all day to finish it.

His thoughts kept lingering on what he had read that morning. Was that really what Mason had under his clothes, a sheath rather than foreskin and a alien cock with an even more alien knot at the base? It seemed preposterous. Improbable and yet it's what the internet said. When had the internet lied? All the time, but Wikipedia was more reliable than not with admins constantly patrolling and editing out false information. There was really only one way to really find out. Not porn. He needed to get Mason naked and Sam hadn't the single clue of how to get to that point.

As luck would have it, the universe too some pity of the sweaty man.

"Yoo-hoo," a call came from the door to the office. Mason's brown and caramel colored head poked in with a silly grin. "Still home?"

"If I was home, I wouldn't be here," Sam replied, stapling a stack of papers before pushing it aside to give Mason his undivided attention. "Hurry up and get inside before you let the A/C out."

The Anthro did as he was told, sliding into the room and quickly shutting the door behind him. He then raised a bushy eyebrow. "You're wearing coveralls?" His grin grew wider.

He didn't think that Sam would do it. Actually, he didn't think that Sam had coveralls at all. Management tended to avoid wearing the same clothing as the labor class of the business ladder. It was a pleasant surprise.

"Yeah," Sam grabbed the front of his coverall that hung loosely on him and began to pull and push, sucking air into the chest area, fanning him. "What a load of good they did. I sweated more today than yesterday."

Mason drew up a chair and turned it backwards so he could straddle it, Reston his forearms onto the back of it. He scrutinized the man before saying, "your wearing too much clothing underneath it. Do you humans have a fetish for clothes or something?" He paused to think for a moment. "You are jealous about the fur."

"No, we're not," Sam said and stopped the fanning motion. The exertion was just making him heat up even more. "I'm just wearing some shorts and an undershirt. That's barely that much."

"Horrendously too much," Mason corrected. "Got to go free ball, otherwise you might as well have worn a parka. See?" He unzipped the front of his coverall down to his waist. Dangerously low.

Sam's eye followed the unzipping motion and he could see the fur just under Mason's belly button. It looked smoother and lighter in color. His equivalent of a happy trail.

"Eyes up here," Mason said.

Sam's eyes shot up, but not without seeing the Anthro's abs and barreled chest. He was the perfect image of fitness.

"Nothing but what nature gave me," Mason said, not saying anything about how he had just caught Sam staring almost at his crotch.

"The fur though," Sam said, still mystified with how the Anthro could possible work in so much heat.

"Beating a dead horse, huh?"

Sam shrugged, irritated, not at Mason. No, the Anthro had done something wrong. Just a mix of the heat and work.

Mason drummed his fingers across Sam's empty desktop. "Doing anything tonight?" His tone got a bit more solemn which drew Sam's attention away from the impeccable pecs and up to the Anthro's face.

"No," he answered quietly. "Why?"

"Well," Mason said, rolling his head from one shoulder to the other. "I need a drinking buddy and my usual ones are out of town." The drumming continued. "And I get lonely easily." He took his lower lip under his teeth and avoided eye contact, only occasionally glancing up from his fingers.

Unknown to Sam at the time was Mason's own cravings. It was an unusual, but not entirely fetish that the Anthro had. He had a fetish about humans. There was something about them that he loved, that he yearned for. Maybe it was their furless skin that was so smooth. Maybe it was how they looked with flat faces, only a nub of a nose and to flaps of skin and cartilage that made up their ears. Perhaps it was the genitals. No sheath, they let their junk hang out for the world to see and yet they hid under so much clothing. How scandalous it was to them to show too much skin in a casual manner while in public. He didn't know what exactly he loved about them, but he did.

Sam wasn't good at social queues, they were too discreet for him, but the potential for bear and more time with Mason was good enough.

"Sure thing," he grinned and then looked down at himself. "Let me just get into something more comfortable for myself."

After a quick change and even a shower, Sam closed up his office.

He asked if Mason needed to do the same, but the Anthro had already done it. No desire to return that day.

Mason was a bit disappointed that Sam had both changed and showered. The smell of sweat wasn't off putting. Not at all. The moment that Sam had walked into the supply office, drenched in his own liqueur of saltiness, and had gotten a whiff, Mason knew that he wanted Sam for his own.

Mason wasn't sure when the attraction to humans had begun. He had always lived in Miami which was saturated with both Anthros and humans. At an early age, there was nothing. He made friends with both species, nothing special, but at some point after puberty between the end of high school and the beginning of college, he began to notice humans more so than Anthros. That carried on through his entire life.

Mason would never admit that he had purposefully tricked Sam into changing clothes. Again, he didn't expect coveralls, but something more loose and possibly revealing to show more skin. The coveralls had worked just fine though. Sam sweated more, making his pungent scent all the more potent.

The the smell washed away, Mason just had to get what he could, which at the moment, was the inside of Sam's truck. His scent was imbued into the leather from years of use and the lack of air fresheners.

Mason directed Sam to the bar that he liked to go to, getting physical in pointing out directions. He would rest a paw on Sam's leg as he directed where to go, even going as far as squeezing or getting close to the man's warm crotch.

Even Sam couldn't deny the signs when they were so clear and it excited him. He could feel his cock growing hard and creating a bulge in his pants from the unfamiliar, but welcome touches.

"What!" Mason blurted out as they rounded the corner.

The bar was closed with a banner on the front, reading, "Under Renovation. Be back Next Month!!!!"

"When did this happen?" Mason asked no one even though he knew perfectly well that it would be closed. It had been closed for two weeks, but Sam didn't know that.

"There are other bars," Sam said, looking at one such bar just across the street.

"Joey Rays, was the best, though," Mason whimpered. "Killer shot selection and whiskey menu." He crossed his arms and looked out the side window to hide a creeping smile on his face.

Sam pulled the truck over to the curb and let it sit idling. "So, we're already out here. What do you want to do?"

"Well," Mason put on his best thinking face with his eyes looking slightly up and away with his lips pursed. "Joey Rays gets some of their beer from the Bicentennial Brewery which sells bottles to a local store just around the block. We should grab a few bottles and head to the park or something."

Sam shrugged. It was better than nothing and he didn't want the night to end prematurely. "Beer and park it is."

The park was one next to the beach with tall palm trees and well kept green grass. Walking paths weaved through the park for both runners, walkers, loungers, bikers, whoever. There were small bbq pits that had years of grease stuck to them and abandoned charcoal bags.

Few people were out at this time. A group on teenagers, a mix of humans and Anthros, were playing frisbee with a glow in the dark disk. A couple of others sat around a campfire, chatting merrily. The occasional late night runner as well, jogging down paths that were only illuminated by passing cars and the occasional lamp.

The weather was calm with a few clouds and the ocean breeze cooled the area. It was actually comfortable and bare able to Sam.

"I haven't been here yet," Sam remarked as he stepped out of his truck. He walked around the back and reached into the bed to grab the cheap styrofoam chest he bought just for this occasion. He pulled it out and then set it on the ground, a little winded.

Mason had insisted they fill it to the brim with beer and ice and so they did. There was enough beer in the chest to sate the drunken appetites of an entire party and the two had it to themselves. That also made the chest incredibly heavy and it was a small miracle that Sam hadn't dropped it on his toes.

"Careful," Mason warned and scruffier over to make sure that Sam was okay.

The human waves off the Anthro with a hand, standing up. "I'm fine, but will you grab the other end?"

Mason obliged and the two began to carry their precious cargo out of the metered parking lot and onto the well kept grass of the park.

Between panted breaths, both his and Mason's, Sam could hear the ocean. The waves crashing melodically against the sandy shoreline where thousands of locals and tourists would flock to the next day. The sound helped him focus and not let go of the chest until they had picked a spot to set up, by one of the bbq pits close to the sand so they could watch the ocean.

"Grab yourself a drink," Mason told Sam and life's the top of the chest off, setting it aside, leaning against the rusted and greasy bbq. "You earned it."

"Damn right I earned it," Sam said and grabbed a beer that had a logo of a Anthro feline female on it, her six breasts barely covered in rows of scandalous bras. The words, 'Panthress' was printed just above her head.

Mason grabbed his own beer before seating himself on a nearby picnic table, sitting on the table and resting his foot paws of the bench. "See, this is the life." With a claw, he popped the bottle cap off and a slew of foam spurted out of the bottle. "Arg! You shook me up too much, Sam."

Sam was still working on his cap when he looked at the Anthro. "I shook it up too much?"

"I saw you struggling back there," Mason slurped the foamy beer from his paw and licked up the neck of his bottle, twirling his tongue as he did so. All the while, he kept eye contact with Sam.

"Why do you have to do it like that?" Sam said, finally managing to get the bottle cap open. His did not fizz. "Too much tongue." Yet he couldn't tear his eyes away. The way it curled around the neck and lapped up in a very human and yet, animal way. Strings of saliva clinging to the bottle and bridging to the tongue.

Mason drew his tongue back into his muzzle. "Why not," he replied and then took a long drink. "Plus, it makes you do that weird face of yours."

"What weird face?" Sam demanded. "I don't make any weird faces." He thought back just to a few moments ago, but couldn't remember if he had made any kind of face.

"This one." Mason contorted his face into something that looked like both disgust and amusement at the same time.

"What? No. Did I?" He fingered the label on his bottle in embarrassment.

"Yeah." Mason took another drink, draining the bottle. He then stood up and walked over to the nearby fire pit nearby where there was some left over wood, charred but still usable. "Think we can get a fire going?"

Sam finally took a quick drink from his beer. It was bitter and tangy. A hint of orange in there and something woody. Not bad.

"Sure," Sam said and inspected the wood. "You got a lighter or something because I think I have half a can of gas in my truck."

"Is that legal?" Mason cocked his head to the side. There were surely laws against dumping gas. It seemed dangerous, but he wouldn't know, he was just a supply clerk.

"I'll make it legal."

"Phantom Menace," Mason grinned, suddenly no longer concerned. "Should have brought a laptop or something. Could have watched it here."

"Eww," Sam recoiled. "That movie sucks and you know it."

"Take that back," Mason pointed an accusing finger at Sam. "I grew up with that movie. I don't care what you say, Jar Jar is great."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Sam acted angry and crossed his arms, turning his back in a thematic and overly dramatic way.

"Pretend all you want, but you know it to be true," Mason clenched a fist, raising and shaking it.

"Nooooo! It's impossi-" Sam broke out into a fit of laughter. "Big nerd."

"It'll only get worse as the night drags on and that ice chest grows lighter." Mason was already walking back over to get another beer. "Drink up, or you won't have nearly as much fun as me." He tossed a new ice cold beer to Sam.

Sam caught it, but didn't open it. "I haven't even finished my first one."

"Then it's a game of catch-up." Mason opened his second beer and began to drink.

It was two more more for Sam and three more beers for Mason before the fire was built using more gasoline than necessary. It burned bright and hot at first and then settle to something more comfortable and less likely to attract the attention of a passing officer.

A few more beers and the fire was abandoned, the two were now down at the beach with the ice chest in tow.

"Admit it!" Sam yelled at Mason with a slight slur to his speech. "The real hero was Sam, not Frodo."

"You- You're just saying that because you two share the same name," Mason countered, swinging an empty bottle around whilst holding onto a new one with his other paw. "Frost was the hero."

"But- but, Frodo wouldn't have made it far if it weren't for Sam," The human tripped on nothing and fell hard onto the damp sand. He didn't care and kept talking. "He's the one that kept Frodo going. He- he's the hero."

"Fahh." Mason waved the words away and stumbled, but caught himself. "That's like saying Gollum was the hero because he was technically the one to destroy the ring."

"That's just irony." Sam tried to get up, but the world was spinning one way and then seemed to spin the other randomly, making it too hard to even get onto hands and knees. "Sure, Sam was the sidekick, but he's the real reason why Frodo even got to Mt. Doom. He carried, I say, literally carried Frodo."

"Whatever." Even drunk, Mason knew he was wrong, but was refusing to give up due to pride. "This conversation isn't over."

Sam went to take a drink, but his bottle was empty. He tipped it upside down and watched as nothing but air came out. "Why is the rum always gone?"

"Not rum, Sparrow," Mason said and plopped down onto the sand next to Sam, who had given up trying to get up and instead was gazing up at the stars.

"That's -hic- that's Captain Jack Sparrow." He then burped. "Excuse me."

Mason yawned, stretching out and discreetly inching closer to Sam who was red faced from the alcohol.

"Question," Sam said, not noticing the encroaching Anthro who was almost shoulder to shoulder with him now.

"Shoot," Mason said. He stopped moving closer once he could get some of Sam's smell. It was different now with the alcohol on him along with the salty ocean breeze. Not a bad combination of Mason had anything to say about it.

"How are you still wearing those coveralls?"

Mason turned into his side quickly, wide eyed and suddenly feeling sober. "You're still going on about this?"

This man was determined to learn some Anthro secret that had been kept from the rest of the world for millennia. A secret of keeping cool in the horrid heat. A secret that involved coveralls. There was no secret. Mason hated the heat. He didn't hate it as much as Sam may, but he suffered in the sun and the fur didn't help and the coveralls barely did anything. Mason was just more tolerant, but Sam wouldn't believe that.

Sam shrugged and finally noticed just how close they were now in the sand. The bigger Anthro was almost touching him. He could feel the body heat. A warmth where the cooling ocean breeze warmed. A heat that wasn't oppressive, but inviting instead. Parts of him wanted to reach out and touch him. Part of him was already physically reaching out, but was contained by thin fabric. He held back, out of anxiety.

"I'm telling you now that there is no secret or- or some kind of cheat code to life that will keep you cool here." Mason tried to explain, but Sam didn't believe him.

"You look perfectly fine and yet I'm always sweating and panting. You're supposed to be the one panting." Sam needed to know. It felt like the most pressing matter in his mind whenever he thought about it, only to be pushed aside by Mason himself. He was nice and funny. He shared interests and wanted to hang out, everything that Sam would want. It didn't matter that he was a guy or that he was an Anthro. There was plenty of concern about the growing interspecies relations, but now Sam understood. They were just like everyone else, they were people as well. Humans didn't fall in love with humans. Anthros didn't fall in love with Anthros. People fell in love with people. They were all people.

Mason slowly got up. Despite drinking much more than Sam, he wasn't nearly as drunk due to a higher built tolerance and mass. He extended a paw down to Sam.

"What?" Sam looked at the hand and then to Mason is question. He had been quite comfortable where he was or maybe it was just laziness and alcohol mixing to inhibit a desire to find somewhere more comfortable.

"I want to show you something." Mason jiggled his paw, begging for it to be taken.

Excitement and questions rose in Sam. Was this it? Was this what Sam was waiting for? A chance? Maybe.

Sam reached up and took the paw, letting Mason help him back onto his feet and letting the paw hold him when vertigo struck.

"Woah there," Mason chuckled when Sam nearly fell right back over again. "No more beer for you."

They slowly started to stroll down the beach, leaving everything behind for the time being. They'd be back soon enough.

At first, Sam didn't ask any questions, he just walked alongside Mason. Their hands or paws would occasionally brush against each other. Neither would move away. Both were perfectly comfortable. As they went on further down the beach, the path became more secluded. They had already gone to a beach near the edge of the city, but now they were actually leaving it.

The path was less cared for here with cracks and gouges in the sidewalk and plants creeping over the side. The trees were no longer palm, replaced with local fauna.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked. He looked around and listened. Thicker tree coverage, no more well kept grass and fewer cars passing by, but the road was still close by.

"Just somewhere more private is all."

Excitement once again jumps in Sam's heart. It had to be it now. What else could be happening. But it seemed to fast. Two, maybe one date if the first didn't count. Wasn't it suppose to happen on the third, though Sam. Why all the way out here and not... wait they were still drunk.

Sam followed closely for the little while longer it took to get where Mason wanted to go.

It was a clearing of sort where a playground used to be. There were rusted monkey bars, parts of a seesaw and the ruins of a jungle gym. It was eerie and made Sam a little sad to look at.

"Used to play here as a kid, but well before tetanus shots would have been required to do so," Mason explained and walked over to a sand pit that was now filled with weeds. "Stopped when a hurricane hit and the city didn't have enough funds to restore this area. Long time ago."

"Come here often?" Sam asked. He was still buzzed, but could feel the alcohol leaving his system. His balance was well enough that he could walk on his own.

"No," Mason said, kicking some of the sand. It was funny that a playground next to a beach would need a sand box at all. "It's just a secluded place I knew of. No one ever comes back here anymore."

"Oh," Sam said an waiter patiently for what Mason was going to do next.

Mason turned to face Sam, his paw on the zipper of his coveralls. "I want you to try on my coveralls."

"Oh," this time Sam's voice hit a low key. He was expecting ravenous sex. How he wanted to have sex because he was actually a virgin. Never dated, only masturbated. It was a rhyme he told himself sometimes.

"Oh? What were you expecting?" He knew fully well what Sam was expecting. His change in smell was obvious, a certain spice to it now. The tent in his pants that he couldn't hide was a dead giveaway as well. Soon.

"Well. I- I uh," Sam blustered, trying to find a believable excuse to what he said.

"Don't worry, just yanking your chain is all.

Now strip down."

It was awkward for Sam and took some goading, but eventually Sam was there in his loose green boxers with his arms crossed over his chest as if the heat had been replaced with chilling cold.

"My turn." Mason stripped down as well, unzipping his coverall and stepping out of them. He was now the same as Sam, except that Mason liked going commando.

There it was for Sam to see. Mason's sheath was caramel with swirls of chocolate brown mixed in. It reminded Sam a little bit of the fluffy part of a pain roller, but short and fat. The thing looked as thick as Sam's hand.

The balls underneath hung low and heavy, swinging with each and every movement of Mason's body, including his tail. It lazily swing back and forth, a thick and very fluffy appendage.

"Now," Mason said, not calling Sam out on staring again. "You are going to put my coveralls on and learn that they suck just as much as yours."

Mason tossed over the heavily worn coveralls that weren't that much bigger than the size Sam wore.

Sam picked it up and looked up at Mason. Mason wasn't super fit, he was a little bit on the husky side of things. Some fat, maybe just a tad too much, but not obese by any means. His belly protruded a little and there were definitely love handles under his caramel and brown fur. Though, Sam wasn't overly focused on those small details. He could see a little bit of pink poking out of the sheath. The Summit is what Wikipedia said it was called when just the tip was showing. It was lipstick for ferals, but Anthros didn't want to share common verbiage.

"Go ahead and put them on," Mason insisted, making no attempt to hide his nakedness. He preferred to be naked. To him, fur was his clothes. It was too much to put in another layer of clothing and yet he could only enjoy what was natural in the comfort of his own home.

Sam hefted up the single piece of clothing, inspecting it. It had a lot of pockets. There was a pocket on each ankle, thighs, waist, breasts, ribs and shoulder blades on top of the normal pocket placement on the hips and butt.

He opened up the top and hot air rose out of the neck. It was roaring inside there and smelled.

It was several days worth of Mason in there and Sam was going to step into it willingly.

One foot went in and was fished out the leg opening and soon followed by a second foot. Sam's nose burned a little at the smell that reminded him of the pound, but a nice one that didn't smell of shit, but just of dog hair and everything dog.

Sam the bent over and pulled the rest of the coverall up and onto his waist before pulling it over his shoulders. The warmth and smell enveloped him like a blanket before being closed inside by the zipper.

"Well?" Mason asked. He thought it was adorable. He had seen the even more obvious erection that Sam had gotten when he had stars at Mason's sheath. There was a swell of pride that his not-so-perfect body was being appreciated by someone in such a flattering way.

"Okay, it's not some magical suit that has a/c built into it," Sam admitted. He could already feel himself sweating and beginning to drip down his chest. He wanted nothing more than to get out now. Being nearly naked seemed so much better and plus, how was he supposed to take advantage of the naked Anthro in front of him when he himself was in this single piece coverall?

Sam began to unzip the front of his coverall when Mason stopped him.

"What?" Sam asked, but didn't resist when a paw gently lifted his fingers away from the zipper. He nearly looked down at the sheath that was just inches away now. Was there more than a summit now?

"Not just yet," Mason insisted. He enjoyed Sam's smell too much to not let him hot box the coveralls in his scent.

They gazed at each other in silence, both unsure of what to do next. Kiss? Hug? Continue staring. They had both anticipated this, but had not planned on what to do next.

"Uhm," Sam blurted out, his shoulders shaking as a light chuckle came out of him. His eyes looked at the Anthro, going from top to bottom. He saw Mason's ears that were perky except at the tips which folded downwards. There was a small notch in the left ear. From a fight or an accident?

Mason's muzzle was broad and long, ending in a wiggling, curious, black nose and a set of whiskers. A small bit of white from a canine showed out from under a lip. Strong neck that was thick with narrow shoulders. He continued down and down and then again, looked back up.

Mason cocked his head to the side, his ears bending from the change in angle. He had been confident up to this point. He knew that it would go well. He had convinced himself that it would and it did. Yet, here at the verge of capturing the prize, he got cold feet.

Sam on the other hand, wasn't going to let cold feet get the better of him.

The distance was already close. All he had to do was lean forward and their lips would meet. It was a cliched romantic move that always worked in the movies and half the time in sitcoms. Would that mean it would work in real life? Only one way to find out.

Sam leaned forward, his eyes fixated on Mason's black lips, moist and right there. An image flashed into his mind of kissing a dog and that made him have second thoughts, but it was too late already.

Mason was taken by surprise by the move. He had been thinking of going right in with a grope, but that had seems a bit much. Perhaps a pull in with an arm around the waist? But, a kiss. A kiss stolen from his worked just fine.

It was a quick peck. Centered, if not a little high.

There was a jolt when their lips touched, an electric shock that zapped Sam. It wasn't his first kiss, a bad game of spin the bottle years ago in Sophomore year assured that, but it was the best one.

Sam wasn't really sure what to do next now. It was all new to him. He was mostly winging it based on tv shows or books he had read. All the good books had sex in them anyways, surely the author knew what he was talking about.

Mason however, was more experienced. This was hardly his first rodeo. He had slept with several individuals, both human and Anthro alike, male and female. He lost his virginity to his best friend's older sister. He had gone to the store to grab snacks, leaving Mason with the sister who had been a bit of a whore. Mason knew it and he had been a bit of one as well. They finished up right before Mason's friend got back and since the sister had sex with strangers all the time, the scent went unnoticed.

It was years later that he switched to males as his preference. Females just wanted too much from him. He was more of a fuck and go kind of guy when he was with females. They would want to go shopping and cuddle afterwards if it wasn't clear that it was a one night stand. Males l however, mostly were just fine and wanted to do the same kind of things he did. Now it didn't mean that there weren't females that did do the same things as him, He just hadn't met any.

The reason why he had been hesitant before was because he wasn't looking for a quick hookup. He was getting older. Well, twenty seven was hardly old, but he was getting older than before, past the point in his life where sex with strangers ran as priority one. He had a job now that paid well, his focuses had shifted and now he felt that it was time to settle down in one way or another. Sam was that way. He was kind, smelled nice and kind of cute. Sure, sex on date number two was a bit fast, but Mason was sure that it wouldn't end after date two. There would be date number three, four and five. He wanted that, so when Sam had only committed to a small peck and was pulling away, Mason wasn't about to let that go.

With a growl, Mason stretched out a paw and wrapped his fingers into Sam's side. The man gave a startled yelp as he was pulled in and given a proper kiss.

It was face to snout with mouth closed. They were pressed so tightly together some would fear melding my occur.

Mason reached out with another paw and cupped Sam's buttock, getting a handful of firm flesh that clenched tightly.

Sam was at a loss at first. He hadn't done it like this before and so he did what he thought people would do. He wrapped an arm around Mason's shoulders and another around his waist. It worked just fine.

Next, Mason relaxed his grip slightly, loosing the tension between their faces. It wasn't to let Sam breathe or to pull away, it was so Mason could press his tongue from between his lip.

The long, fleshy organ pressed lightly, but persistently against Sam's lips which parted. The tongue then entered the man's mouth and invaded it.

The feeling was old and slightly revolting. There was a tongue in his mouth. He had spent most of his life avoiding anything that had been licked before, so it was only natural for him to not be too thrilled to have the very thing that did the licking in his mouth.

It was warm and moist, but the sticky kind of wet. It brushed against his tongue, the roof of his mouth, even his teeth. Mason's tongue had completely taken over Sam's mouth and Sam did what came instinctively, he sucked on it until his jaw hurt.

Eventually Mason broke off the kiss, his tongue sliding out of Sam's mouth and gave Sam a goofy grin. "Not bad, right?"

"Uhh," Sam said, still trying to figure out if he liked it or not. It was a tongue after all and his brain was processing the feelings, but his crotch had already decided.

A tent had formed in the coveralls and was gently prodding Mason's furry thigh. They both looked at it and Sam blushed.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," Mason insisted and gave Sam a lick across his nose. "Tends to happen in these situations."

"What happens now?"

Mason raised and eyebrow. "Don't you know? This is where it gets a lot more fun for the both of us." He reached down and gripped Sam's hard-on through the fabric, running his paw up and down in a stroking fashion

Sam's knees buckled and he fell forward and onto Mason's furry chest. It was so much better than touching himself. The paw pads had just the right texture to be rough where it needed to be, but massaging elsewhere, even through fabric. It was even better when Mason unzipped the coverall using the secondary 'pee' zipper. He slipped his paw in and finally made contact with Sam's erect manhood.

Mason slowly stroked the shaft, collecting pre whenever his paw ran up Sam's head.

A human's cock was such a strange thing to Mason. It was like a mushroom that got red, swollen and hard when bothered, puffing out. There was no sheath and a tangle of wiry and curly hair, not fur, all over the balls. He loved it all, enough so that he steadied Sam and then slowly got into his knees to get a closer look.

With it right up in his face, Mason could smell it. The sweat, mixed with a little bit of Earth and a concentrated dose of Sam. It stung his nose a little and watered his eyes, but so did lemons and lemons were good. How would Sam be?

Sam's hand found themselves on Mason's furry head, doing nothing much other than slowly petting the fur and rubbing the soft ears that twitched at the ministrations. Then when he felt Mason's warm and sticky tongue run all the way from his taint, up his balls and then up his cock to the head, he grabbed those ears and suppressed a lustful grunt.

"Don't you go and blow your load just yet," Mason said, licking his lips. He could tell that Sam was a fruit water. His pre was sweet with only the slightest hint of bitterness. It was smooth and only barely sticky, hinting at good hydration as well. The canine chuckled to himself at the idea of becoming a human cum'n pre connoisseur.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked and let go of his iron grip of Mason's ears. He couldn't think of anything that was funny. Maybe his face. His checks hurt from whatever strange face he made. He hoped that no one saw.

"You are," Mason replied and gave another long lick.

This time, Sam had more control over himself and made sure he didn't make a strange face. He ran his finger through Mason's fuzzy cheek fur and made a slow humping motion towards Mason's muzzle and was then surprised when the canine took his entire length into his long muzzle.

It was warm, very warm and very moist. Sam loved it and slowly began to thrust into the mouth which suckled lovingly at the cock.

Mason got a good whiff of Sam's scent. It was much stronger up close, with his nose being pressed firmly into the man's pubic hair that had been collecting sweat from the hot day. It was almost overpowering. Almost. He bobbed his head back and forth and licked at Sam's balls, even going as far as getting a few licks of his taint.

Sam never knew how pent up he was until his own orgasm snuck up on him. Scarcely one minute into it and he blew his load straight into Mason awaiting gullet.

The canine greedily slurped and swallowed upon sensing what was happening. His paws wrapped around Sam's legs and pulled him in tighter as each spurt streaked across his tongue and back of his mouth.

Sam's load would have been impressive for a man of his size, but it still left Mason wanting and horny. His cock was already half way out of its sheath and leaking profusely in classic canine fashion.

When the cum tap stopped, Mason let go of the limp dick and stood up, letting his wet cock slid up Sam's abdomen.

"You ever been with a dog?" He asked and Sam blushed from the derogatory term for a canine Anthro.

"No," Sam replied, winded from the experience. "Haven't been with a man either."

"How about a lady?"

Sam almost laughed at the word 'lady.' It was too formal for the situation. Instead he shook his head.

"Well then," Mason rubbed up and down Sam's sides until a claw caught one of the zippers which he then undid.

Sam tried to keep the baggy coverall from falling, since he didn't want to let them get dirty despite being covered in his sweat, but Mason stopped him and let it fall.

Now they were both naked and erect.

"Mine's bigger," Mason smirked.

Sam looked down and sure enough, Mason was almost four inches longer than him. He was also thicker and the knot at the base only added to the stark contrast. It was intimidating.

Sam was at a loss of words. He didn't really know what to say or what to do. It was all new to him, so Mason took charge.

"You ever think about taking it up the rear?" Mason asked and brought his hand back and behind Sam where he dug a finger between his cheeks until he was running his sweaty hole.

Sam squirmed, but didn't tell Mason to stop.

He hadn't thought about it before and even now, he wasn't sure what to think about it. It didn't seem natural and yet, no part of him said no.

Mason continued. "The prostate is often called the male g-spot." The sweat was enough to let him sink the finger into Sam.

It hurt the virgin, but not a lot, not enough to give him a sense that it was bad.

"If pressed just right, it could send a man over the edge without the need to touch himself." Mason circled his finger and pressed right at the walnut sized lump.

Having never experienced prostate stimulation before, Sam was sent immediately into an orgasm again. His cock went from half limp to painfully erect in a second and shot out a thin clear liquid which quickly ran out leaving Sam cock twitching hard.

Sam was sent to his toes and Mason kept pressing against his prostate. The orgasm was already twice as long as his previously longest one and twice and powerful as well. It went on and on and even when it stopped, he still felt like he was in the middle of a smaller one.

"Holy fuck," Sam said, winded and had to rely on Mason to keep him from falling over.

"Nothing holy about what we're doing," Marty chuckled and sat back down against a half rotted bench, bringing Sam down with him. "Now imagine that except with my thick cock."

Sam needed it now. How much better would it be with that thick rod in his ass instead of a finger. It had to be better.

Marty sat up, slightly reclined, with his dick up in the air, covered in slimy pre. No need for lube when he made plenty of his own.

"You ready for this?" He asked and Sam nodded. He then turned Sam around, pressing his ass against his cock. He wanted to just plow straight in. All the way to the hilt, but he didn't. Sam wasn't just some cocksleeve to be used and ruined. He thought of Sam as a friend and he didn't want to hurt him. Too much.

With hands on Sam's hips, he guided Sam down until his pucker was up against the cock.

Sam felt it slide up between his cheeks. It was so hot and the log of a cock felt welcome to him, then again, he was still high of euphoria from his cataclysmic orgasm. Everything felt good to him right now.

Mason then pressed just the tip into Sam. It was already as if he were to push three fingers into the man rather than one and Sam jumped up and off as he felt the sting of being stretched.

"Hey." Mason held Sam's hips firm, but didn't pull him back down. "You need to trust me. Let me guide you and it will be fine. Do you trust me?"

Sam looked back into the big brown eyes. Why should he trust him. They had only just met, but the canine had never struck Sam as a liar or an abuser or any kind. Plus, Sam was his boss. He felt that Mason would be true to his word and so he nodded.

With permission from the high on sex man, Mason, again, began to lower Sam onto his cock. He pushed the first inch into him and although Sam did hiss, he didn't jump off again.

Mason started there. He slowly pushed the inch in and pulled out all the way.

Small thrusts that would let him get adjusted to the foreign girth. Each time he pushed in, he went a tiny bit further. Centimeter by centimeter and it worked.

It was a little uncomfortably for Sam, but not painful. Each thrust was deeper, but it was slow and careful enough that he never felt the need to make it stop.

It was ten minutes. Ten minutes of slow progression of sinking Mason's cock, all ten inches of it, into Sam's behind, but they got it in all the way.

"How do you feel?" Mason asked the man that was seated on top of his knot. Mason get amazing. It had been ages since he had last sunk his cock into anything. Females were too worried about getting pregnant and other males swore that they were total tops and refused to bottom. Mason would be versatile, but only if the other one was as well. He also didn't count the neighbor's dog back home either, he was drunk that day.

Sam felt full. Really really full and bloated. He could see the point of the cock every time he exhaled. It pressed against the skin of his stomach. It was fascinating in a horrifying Aliens kind of way, but every movement was euphoric as well. Mason's cock was smashing his prostate constantly. Every time he pulled out or thrust in, he felt as if he was going to cum again and sometimes he did. He had already had four orgasms since starting. He was exhausted and his chest was covered in cum and pre.

"I'm good," he said. "Let's keep going."

Mason grinned and instead of lifting Sam up by the hips, he wrapped his arms around Sam and stood up. He always wanted to fuck someone standing up.

Even though they weren't too different in size, Mason was still strong enough to support all of Sam's weight. He lifted Sam up, bending back as well, getting about half of his cock out before letting gravity do the work.

Sam's eyes widened as he slid down five inches of angry cock as if it were a rail. Upon hitting the bottom, the knot pushed him open a bit more, unnoticeable as Sam had yet another orgasm. This one was completely dry, yet still just as strong.

Mason pulled Sam's legs up and spun Sam around on his cock so they were face to face and he kissed the man. He kissed him hard and walked him over to the monkey bars where he pressed him up against the ladder of the monkey bars to support him as he began to thrust.

Sam was overwhelmed by a sense of feelings. His ass being pounded along with his prostate. His highs burned and ached. He was hot and sweaty. His mouth was opened up and was being invaded by a thick tongue. It was all suffocating and amazing at once. He couldn't focus on one single thing. He just let it all happen.

Mason thrust harder and faster, letting his urges take over, but always keeping an ear open if Sam ever told him to stop. He held Sam up against the ladder and thrust long and hard, feeling his own cock press deep into the man where it would bulge against the shape of his belly.

His thrusts picked up pace and Sam's sweaty body made it hard to keep hold of him. Every time Mason pulled out, he lost some of his grip of Sam, who slipped back down onto his cock and Mason would have to ram him back up which slowly widened the man up more and more, letting more of the knot in as well.

Mason licked down Sam's chest as he fucked him hard, licking up the salty sweat. He ran his tongue up his neck and over his mouth. Sam sucked in his tongue as if it were a mother's teat.

Mason could feel his balls swelling and pulling against him. The rise of the sharp feeling of pleasure meant that he was getting very close to climax and Mason want Sam to take it all and keep it all for as long as possible.

Mason began to let Sam slip from his grip. His weight and gravity would do a better job of getting the knot in before it swelled to the point of no return.

Sam fell from Mason's grasp onto Mason's knot and he was aware. It hurt more than anything else they had done so far. The knot seemed too big. Something that big shouldn't be in him, but Sam wanted it in him. He wanted that extra three inches to be forced into him. He even went as far as slamming down purposefully by placing his hands on Mason's shoulders and pushing down or pulling up.

Mason felt the moment hit and with one last thrust just as Sam began to fall onto his cock, he slammed his knot into the man.

Sam felt instant regret. It was too much, far too much. His vision turned red. Everything turned red. His eyes watered and he opened his mouth to scream, but he just choked on tongue. He needed it out of him now.

Sam scrambled and pushed and tried to get off of Mason who was in the middle of his orgasm.

Mason felt the struggling and the tugging hurt. He understood what was happening and he knew that it would only hurt Sam more if he forced himself off. So, for both of their safety, Mason kept Sam gagged and bear hugged him even as he was washed over with the best orgasm he had in a while. He felt thick gushes of cum run all the way from his balls, up his cock and I to Sam. It kept going and going. A seemingly endless supply of cum that went into the now unwilling man.

The panic never left Sam, but he wasn't strong enough to fight Mason and get away. He swore off sex. He swore off booze. He swore off anything and everything that came to mind. He just wanted it to stop. He hurt so much and he felt the cum and he was filled with the dread that he could rupture inside. What would his family think. What would anyone think. It was not the way he wanted to go. He used all of his strength and when he could fight anymore, he cried.

Mason ungagged Sam when he stopped struggling. His tongue was bitten all over, but intact, and now he felt horrible. He didn't want this to happen. He didn't want this to turn into some sort of pseudo-rape. Not at all and all he could do was lay them both down in that abandoned playground and hold him as the man wept.

The pain never went away and Sam never got used to it. It hurt just as much as it had an hour ago and it still hurt as Mason's cock slid out of him. Still, the release was a god send. A torrent unlike anything either of them had seen or experienced, came out of Sam and Mason watched, not for pleasure, but for blood. The kind of fight that Sam put up, it had to have been bad, possibly bad enough to have done some damage, but there was no blood.

After a moment, Mason got up. "I'll drive you to my home."

Sam didn't reply. He laid there on his side with his eyes open, but looking away.

Mason, very slowly got Sam dressed in his own clothes and then put on his coveralls. He gently lifted Sam up and carried him back to his car where he set him down in the back seat since he doubted that he could sit.

The drive was silent. Neither spoke. Sam, because he was still in pain and too tired to do anything, Mason because of the overwhelming guilt he was experiencing. He should have stopped. Even if it was what both of them had wanted initially, Mason knew that it could have been too much. He blamed himself fully for taking advantage of an inexperienced man.

When Mason got back to his place, a cheap, but well kept apartment at the edge of town, he carried Mason in. He went to the bathroom where he filled his tub with warm water.

"I can wash myself," Sam finally said after being silent for so long.

Mason didn't argue.

Sam had enough strength to stand and then lower himself into the tub. It hurt when the water touched him, but it was nothing to what he had already experienced.

When Mason saw Sam seat himself fully in the tub, he walked out of the bathroom and waited in his bedroom.

Sam sat in the tub and did nothing at first. He was too deep in thought. He wanted to blame Mason. It would be easy to blame Mason. Parts of his brain screamed rape and yet, Sam knew better. He had only wanted it to stop after it had been too late. Yet, he was the hurt one. He could blame Mason. Fire him and never see him again and yet another part of his brain was reason.

Mason had been so kind and playful. He had never done anything to purposefully hurt him. He had only been there to make sure that Sam was happy. How could he blame him for it all?

He couldn't. That was the answer and yet this couldn't be ignored. Mason hadn't taken him to the hospital, which was good. That meant no permanent damage was done. Maybe it didn't have to be ignored, but learned from.

Mason got worried after twenty minutes and went back to the rest room to find a clean Sam slowly drying himself off with a towel that he had taken from the closet on the back wall. Mason could see swelling on his behind and he looked away.

"We need to talk," Sam said in a dry tone of voice.

"I'm sorry," Mason apologized. His tail tucked. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I forgive you," Sam said and Mason looked up. "But." He raised a finger. "Only if you forgive me."

"Forgive you?" As far as Mason was concerned, Sam was not at fault in the slightest. "For what? I hurt you."

"I pushed you. I wanted it just as much as you did, all the way until it did happen." Sam moved very slowly and ran the towel down his legs. Everything ached. "I'm sorry for that."

Even after the explanation, Mason still felt that Sam was not at blame, but he knew that Sam wanted to be forgiven. "I accept your apology." His tail wagged weakly.

"Now," Sam said and limped past Mason into the bedroom. "I need to take all of my sick leave and avoid sitting down."

"Your the boss," Mason followed Sam out and into the bedroom where Sam fell face first into the unfamiliar bed that smelled of dog.

"Damn right I am."