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July 29, 2019

Frat Boy Fun Ch 1: Rush

At first glance, Crystal Springs wasn't all that different from any number of beachfront cities. The boardwalk packed with families, the pier with its rides and carnival games. The bustling downtown, its bars and clubs packed with rowdy college students. And being a local, born and raised, Sam had seen it all. And even if he hadn't, nothing every seemed to really bother him. Maybe eighteen years in the city had made him numb to it all. Or maybe being laid back and easy going was just part of the golden retriever's nature.

Most of the locals lived on the south side of the island, since most of the north end was occupied by the Crystal Springs University. Some of his classmates had been eager to finish up their senior year and leave for college, getting as far away from their parents as they could. But not Sam. He'd only ever wanted to go to CSU. The opportunities the school offered were too good to pass up. And he didn't just mean the classes.

Sam had a spring in his step as he turned onto Greek Row, the oceanfront street packed with students moving from one house to the next. Rush was in full swing, and if the row wasn't so isolated from everything else, the amount of noise and drinking going on would surely have attracted the cops. But Crystal Springs was pretty progressive, and most people took a live-and-let-live approach to, well, basically everything. Even if they had been called, Sam doubted they'd actually do anything.

As Sam walked down the street, the salty sea breeze ruffled his fur, carrying with it the sounds of music pouring out of each house he passed, drowning out Mose of the chatter going on as students wandered from house to house, eager to find a fraternity or sorority that felt like a good fit. Though there were probably at least a few that really just wanted to find somewhere that would take them, if for no other reason than they were hoping not to have to spend the next few years living in the dorms.

Sam didn't bother with more than a glance at any of the houses he passed, making a beeline for the frat sitting at the end of the street. How a frat had managed to get such a ridiculously huge house was a mystery, but the students certainly didn't seem to mind. Sitting at the top of a cul-de-sac at the end of the street, flanked on either side by a sorority, Omega Delta Beta dwarfed every other house on Greek Row combined. The entire cul-de-sac as packed with students, partying, drinking, socializing.

Omega Delta Beta was the envy of almost every other student on Greek Row. Not only were they neighbors with the two most popular sororities on campus, they had one of the best lots on this side of the island. And if you asked any of the sorority girls, they'd tell you that every member of Omega Delta Beta was 100% grade A eye candy. Having such gorgeous guys right next door was like a dream.

Except for one little catch. The catch that was currently run up the flag pole, waving in the breeze, the colorful flag a match for the beads Sam always wore on a cord around his neck.

The boys of Omega Delta Beta all liked, well, boys. That's not to say there weren't Omega's flirting with their lady neighbors, there certainly were. But they were definitely in the minority. And sure, that meant the girls stood no chance with most of the Omegas, but if the stories Sam had heard were true (and as a legacy he knew for sure they were), the Omegas had very little in the way of shame or shyness, and if they wanted to go around on their private stretch of land in the buff, then who were they to stop them. Besides, that meant that if the girls wanted to sunbathe, they could do it without constantly getting hit on. Unless they really wanted to be.

The double doors at the front of the house had been thrown wide open for rush, and as Sam walked in, the golden retriever was in awe at the size of the place. He'd heard stories from his dad, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

A huge foyer stretch up over his head, an enormous chandelier casting light onto a walkway stretching across the next floor. A pair of staircases curved down from the walkway towards the backyard and into a great room big enough that some of the smaller frats could have rented out the space with room left over. A five-star kitchen sat off to the right, and the back wall of the room, a series of glass and screened panels, had been tucked back into the wall, opening up the house to the backyard. A backyard bigger than some neighborhoods, with a pool big enough to house the Olympics. And that was just what he could see from the front door!

As nice as the house was, it had nothing on the boys of Omega Delta Beta. Two of them stood near the door, greeting potential pledges as the came in. One was a polar bear, his fur a brilliant white, his red shirt highlighting the bulging muscles in his arms, and if the bulge in his pants was any indication, they were hiding something equally impressive. The other was a cheetah, a black tank top showing off his trim figure, and his shorts showing off his long legs and an ass that just didn't quit. Sam was definitely going to have to try to get some quality time with each of them (and if he was lucky, maybe both together) the first chance he had. Of course, he had to join the frat first.

As he walked up to the pair, the golden retriever was pleased to see the looks they were giving him, like they were undressing him with their eyes. Hopefully he could get them to agree to do it with their paws later.

"Name's Mason," said the bear, offering his paw. "Welcome to Omega Delta Zeta."

"Samuel Holtz, call me Sam," said the dog, shaking paws with the bear. "Glad to be here."

"Thinking of joining Omega Delta Beta?"

"I hope to," said Sam. "Kind of runs in the family."

They both perked up at that. "Oh you hear that, Alex? Looks like we've got ourselves a legacy."

"Yes, we do," purred the cheetah, his tail lashing back and forth, "third one tonight. And so handsome."

"Why don't you show him out back? Luke will want to meet him."

Alex laughed softly, "Yeah, I'll bet he will." He took the dog's paw and started pulling him towards the backyard. "Come on, cutie, time to go meet the boss."

Sam fell into step behind Alex, his pants feeling a little tighter than before as he watched the cheetah's ass move back and forth as he moved. The cat lead him out through the opened wall and out past the pool into the backyard. The pool was even more extensive than Sam had realized. There was even a large rock structure to one side, pools spilling over several points to create a waterfall spilling into the main pool, and several hot tubs at various points along the pools edge.

Across the grass, a fire was burning in a stone pit over to one side near a towering willow tree, its vines reaching almost to the ground. A corn hole set was laid out in the grass nearby, the patio around the pit was strewn with beer bottles, obviously belonging to the group of males standing nearby playing. And as he got a good look at them, Sam had to fight the urge to start panting.

One was a tiger, solidly built, tossing a beanbag lightly in his paw, his stripes clearly visible since he was shirtless, something that Sam was very thankful for. A bull stood by the fire, the big guy taking a swig of beer, his muscles threatening to rip his shirt. He had a bit of a muscle gut, but the guy looked like he could bench press a tank.

Off to one side, a smartly dressed bluejay was talking with a black jaguar, the smaller bird clearly checking him out. It was hard to tell because of his dark fur, but Sam got the feeling the jaguar was blushing. His body language certainly made it seem like he wasn't used to so much attention.

But the male Alex was leading Sam towards but the rest to shame. A beanbag clutched in one hand and a beer lightly held in the other, the dragon was a male in a class all his own. His black scales drank in the light, making the white of the two horns growing from his head, and the red of his lower jaw and neck, stand out even more. The same red bottom and black top pattern extended down the dragons muscular tail.

"Hey, Luke!" called Alex, "got another one for you!" The cheetah stopped short and pulled Sam over to stand next to him. "This is Sam Holtz. He's a legacy."

Luke looked the dog up and down, and Sam thought he was going to melt.

"Oh, another legacy, huh?" said the dragon. "You're the third one tonight."

The dragon spent several minutes talking with Sam, and the dog could see why Luke lead the fraternity. The dragon spoke with an easy confidence that was reassuring without being condescending or obnoxious. He was friendly, and happy to answer Sam's questions about life in the frat and in the house while he introduced the guys standing nearby.

Finally Luke said, "Well, Sam, I'll have to talk it over with the rest of the guys, but I definitely think there's a place for you here."

Sam felt his tail start to wag. He'd wanted to be an Omega since the first time he'd heard what really went on here, and now it looked like he was in. But he couldn't help but wonder if there was something he could do to make sure he got in. He just needed to figure out a way to show Luke what he'd be missing if the dog wasn't in the frat.

"So what were you guys playing?" asked Sam.

"Just a little strip corn hole," said Liam, the tiger.

"Strip cornhole?"

"Yeah," said Luke. "It's just like regular corn hole, except if you lose a round, you lose some clothes. We were just getting started, otherwise Liam here'd be down to his boxers by now."

"That sort of thing happen a lot around here?" asked Sam, even though he was sure he knew the answer already.

"Oh, you have no idea-" said Eli, the bull.

Oh, I think I do, thought Sam.

"-after rush is over, clothes can become a rare sight around here."

"Don't usually hear any complaints though," said Carson, the bluejay.

"Unless you try to get dressed," said Alex.

An idea was forming in Sam's head. A way to make sure he was invited to join, and get a better look at what Luke was covering up.

"Mind if I give it a try?" asked the dog.

That certainly got their attention. Even the jaguar who had been talking to Carson froze, staring at the golden retriever.

"I mean, if I'm going to be an Omega, may as well get started sometime, right?"

"Alright, blondie," said Luke, "you're on."

Liam handed over his beanbags, and Sam stepped over to stand by one of the targets.

"So, lose the round, lose some clothes. Is that right?" asked Sam.

"Yep," said Luke. "Other than that, normal rules. Three points if it's in the hole, one point anywhere on the board, no points anywhere else. You can win clothes back if you win a round, but only once you've lost them all. First to twenty-one wins."

"I think I got it," said Sam. "Why don't you go first."

Luke stood next to Sam, "Don't mind if I do."

The dragon lined up his shot, and tossed the beanbag cleanly through the hole.

"That's three points for me," said Luke.

"And for me-" Sam gave his bag a toss, and it landed two feet short of the board "-nothing. Crap."

Luke tossed again, his bag landing cleanly on the board, but well short of the target. "And another one."

Sam tried again. This time the arc was better, but his bag sailed over the board and landed in the grass again.

By the time the first round had ended, Luke won with a score of 4-1. Since he lost, it was time to pay up. Sam fiddled with his belt, button, and zipper, and in a moment his cargo short had fallen to the ground, revealing a pair of snug black boxer-briefs that left very little to the imagination. He walked over to the other target, gathered up the beanbags, and passed some to Luke.

"Round 2," said the dog. He tossed a bag, and it landed neatly on the board.

They traded tosses back and forth. Luke wasn't able to get any of his bags through the hole, but Sam was. He even managed to knock some of the dragon's bags off the target! By the end of the round, the score was 6-5, in favor of Sam.

"Looks like I got you that time," said Sam.

"Yeah, but don't get cocky," said Luke. "There's still a lot of game left."

As Luke pulled off his shirt, Sam had to stifle a whimper at the sight. The red scales continued down Luke's chest and stomach, combining with the tight V near his hips to bring attention to the dragon's crotch.

The second round had gone pretty well for Sam, but the third round sure didn't. By the end, not only had Luke won the round, but he was up 15-12.

"Time to pay up," said the dragon.

"Oh, alright," said Sam, feigning a put-upon sigh. "If I have to."

The gasp from the males around Sam they'd been expecting him to take off his shirt. Maybe even try to back out. But clearly what nobody had expected was for him to reach down and drop his bower-briefs down to his ankles before kicking them over to lay with his shorts, leaving the golden retriever naked from the waist down.

Sam could practically feel Luke staring at his ass as he walked over to the other target, his tail raising up and wagging over as he bent over to pick up the beanbags. The others were certainly interested in the view they got from the other side, the dog's snug purple tee doing absolutely nothing to hide his golden furred sheath and balls. Sam turned to face Luke, tossing him his beanbags as he spoke.

"Well, are you coming or not?"

Luke fumbled to catch the beanbags that were tossed at him, to distracted staring at the now bottomless dog. Luke had to give him credit, the kid had some serious guts to be stripping down like that in the middle of the rush party. He hadn't even hesitated. And the sight of the half-naked dog was definitely getting a reaction out of the dragon.

Walking over to the dog, the bulge in his pants growing bigger by the moment, they started the next round. When it was over the score was 19-18 to Sam. The dog was making a major comeback. The distraction of standing so close to a half-naked hottie had cost the dragon his concentration. And his pants.

That left Luke in nothing but a pair of boxers that would have probably been loose and comfortable under other circumstances, but that right now were getting tighter and higher as his tent grew larger. Concentrating became even harder when, as Sam was lining up a shot, he stepped in front of Luke, the dog's wagging tail brushing over the front of the dragon's boxers, which twitched as a dark spot formed at his tip.

Soon it was over. Luke had only managed to land a single bag on the board, while Sam had landed four perfect shots right through the hole. The dragon had lost. Luke stood there for a moment, trying to process what had happened. Sighing, he dropped his boxers and stepped out of them, exposing his red scaled sac and dripping shaft to the night air.

"Thanks for the game," said Sam. "I missed playing this."

"What do you mean you missed playing this?"

"Oh, didn't I mention?" said Sam. "I played this game every week with my folks when I was growing up."

"You... but you... you mean-you mean you were hustling me!?" exclaimed Luke.

"Yeah, pretty much," said Sam sheepishly. "I just really wanted to see you naked. But, I mean, can you blame me?"

The dragon thought about that for a second. "No, I guess not. If I wanted to get a cute guy naked I could be pretty tricky, too. But was all the teasing really necessary?" He asked, waving at the dog's exposed bits.

"Well, yeah! I had to distract you somehow, didn't I?" Sam walked over to Luke, stopping just before the dragon's impressive erection touched his stomach. "I tell you what, how about you let me make it up to you?"

Luke grinned down at the dog. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

Sam pulled off his shirt, leaving him as naked as the dragon, his cock beginning to rise out of his sheath.

"Let me show you," said Sam. Then he took the dragon's paw, and lead him over to the towering willow tree, pushing some of the vine out of the way as they stepped through, then letting them fall back into place, creating a leafy curtain that completely blocked the pair from view.

Sam pushed Luke up against the trunk of the tree, pressing against him, running his paws over the dragon's chest as he rolled his hips, grinding their dicks against each other. Luke's hands dropped to the dog's rear, kneading his ass, letting Sam feel the blunt tips of his claws pricking at his skin. Sam started kissing and licking at Luke's neck, before working his way down the dragon's chest, and dropping to his knees.

All ten inches of Luke's penis were covered in the same fine red scales as his balls, the small ridges along his length promising pleasure sure to make you beg for more. And as much as he wanted to know what that cock would feel like inside him, Sam would have to save that for another time. It was a rush party after all, and the dragon wouldn't be able to sneak away for long.

"Oh, doggie wants a taste, huh?"

Sam ran his tongue slowly up Luke's shaft from base to tip, precum squirting into his mouth as the feel of that warm, smooth tongue on his dick made Luke twitch and moan. Sam licked his lips, savoring the taste.

"Yes, doggie does," said Sam, and Luke gasped as he swallowed the dragon's cock down to the root.

Unfortunately, his time with the dragon was limited, but Sam was going to make sure this was a blowjob Luke would never forget. And that would have the dragon coming back for more.

The dog used every trick he knew. He bobbed his head at a steady pace, running his tongue along the bottom of the dragon's dick, the smooth scales tickling his tongue. He hollowed out his cheeks, creating the perfect amount of suction to give him more of that tasty precum. He even used a trick that had made him very popular with the boys back in high school- he let the dragon's tip run gently over the soft roof of his mouth, before taking him all the way in, until the dragon's balls were pressed against his chin, swallowing quickly, using the muscles in his throat to massage the dragon's dick.

Normally, Luke tended to be pretty vocal during sex, but right now the only thing he could do was hold desperately at the tree behind him, trying to stay on his feet as pleasure surging up from his dick short-circuited his brain. The dragon was barely able to stay on his feet, his knees shaking, unable to keep himself from moaning loudly at the feeling of the dog's gifted muzzle slurping at his cock. Luke's gasped, his body, even his tail, going stiff as vibrations began to travel up his cock. Looking down, he realized it was the dog's pleasured moans threatening to push him over the edge as Sam murred both at the taste of Luke's cock, and in pleasure as the dog stroked his own dick, lines of pre showing out into the grass whenever he moved lower to tease his knot, each time sending an especially strong moan up the dragon's dick.

Five minutes of the dog's skilled muzzle work was all Luke could take. He grabbed Sam's head, holding him in place as he fucked the dog's muzzle, burying the retriever's nose in his crotch as he came hard enough to see spots, firing shot after shot down the dog's throat.

Sam had been jerking himself off while he'd been sucking Luke, and when he felt the dragon start to cum, he pulled his head back just enough to get a real taste of Luke's cum. The taste of fresh dragon-cum, and the hard squeeze Sam gave to his knot, had the dog cumming as well, painting the grass and the base of the tree with lines of dog cum. When Luke's orgasm ran its course, Sam pulled slowly off the dragon's cock, licking and slurping at the length, not wanting to waste a drop of his tasty cum. Luke couldn't take the feeling, his dick so sensitive after such a powerful orgasm, and quickly pulled the dog him, gasping and panting as he tried to catch his breath.

"Holy... holy sh-shit," panted Luke.

"Forgive me?" asked Sam, a sly grin on his face.

"For what?" asked Luke.

"We'll call that a yes," said Sam to himself. Then he looked up at the dragon with his best puppy-dog eyes and asked, "So, do you think I'll get to be an Omega?"

"Oh, fuck yes!" groaned Luke, his spent dick throbbing at the possibilities that having the dog in the house would present.

"Great!" exclaimed Sam, jumping to his feet and planting a kiss on the Luke's cheek. "Well then, think I'll go get dressed. Thanks for the fun handsome." He pressed his ass against the dragon's spent dick, wagging his tail a couple of times and pulling a groan from the dragon. "We'll have to get together again soon."

The promise of future fun with the dog, especially the opportunity to fuck him, was more than Luke's pleasure flooded mind could process. The dragon fell to his knees, leaning back against the trunk of the tree, breathing hard.

Giving himself a moment to enjoy the dopey grin on Luke's face, as well as letting his cock pull all the way back into his sheath, Sam turned and pushed the willow vines out of the way, calmly walking over to his clothes and getting dressed, showing no outward reaction to the dumbfound stares (and growing bulges) of the males gathered around him.

"Sorry boys," he said. "Maybe next time."

As Sam walked away, he heard Eli step under the tree, and just before he was too far away to hear, heard the bull ask the dragon, "Damn, what the fuck did he do to you?"

Sam grinned to himself. Once Luke was able to talk again, he hoped the dragon would let the others know exactly what Sam had done. And that he was eager to do it again.

So far, college was off to a great start.

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A few days later, Sam got a letter officially inviting him to pledge Omega Delta Beta. In addition to the invitation and a key to the Omega house, the envelope included something else- a shorter, hand written note, and a small clip-on hoop earring in fire-engine red. Sam unfolded the smaller note and read it.

Sam,

This earring is part of your initiation as an Omega pledge. Wear it on your right ear. I'll explain the rest later. Looking forward to having you.

Luke

P.S. I told the boys about you. They're looking forward to having you, too >:3

Sam clipped the earring in place, his ear twitching at the new feeling. Initiation, huh? Sam had some idea of the sorts of things his 'initiation' would entail. It had his tail wagging so hard his rear moved right along with it. He couldn't wait!

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Sam didn't have classes on Friday, so he spent the day getting moved into his room at Omega Delta Beta. A few of the senior members had rooms to themselves, but it looked like Same would be getting a roommate.

He'd known the rooms would be nice, but this was way more than he'd expected. The bunk beds weren't a surprise, though the fact they were full size mattresses definitely was. As was the vaulted ceiling, which kept the room cool, and left plenty of room for the person in the top bunk to move around with hitting their head on the ceiling or getting it knocked off by the fan. Windows provided plenty of light and a few of the backyard, as well as the ocean.

There wasn't a bathroom in the room, but there was one down the hall. Sam had almost squealed with excitement when he saw the big, open shower space- not a wall or curtain in sight! There were a pair of desks, a pair of closets (they were even walk-in!), an entertainment center (that Sam had already finished filling), and even a couple of mini-fridges. Even with so much packed in already, it looked like there was still plenty of space to move around without tripping over someone or something, even with several people inside.

Sam grinned to himself. He'd have to test that out later.

Sam selected the bottom bunk for himself, even rigging up a small curtain to close around the bed (he did like to have privacy some of the time, at least), and had just finished making the bed when his the door opened, and his future roommate walked in.

Sam stood up and turned towards the door. "Hey there," he said, "nice to meet you. Name's Sam. Looks like I'll be your roommate." The retriever smiled and offered his paw before he realize who was standing in the doorway.

It was the black jaguar from the rush party, the one who had been trying so hard not to stare at Sam as he'd started to strip. And who had looked like he was about to break his zipper when Sam left. And who was currently staring at Sam again, his face somewhere between amazed and terrified that seeing he was going to be sharing a space with the retriever.

Recovering quickly, the jaguar set down his boxes and shook Sam's paw. "Nice to meet you. I'm Charlie."

The jaguar had barely started unpacking his things before all the new pledges were called back down to the great room. They lined up, ten new pledges in all, and stood facing Luke, the head of the fraternity. Mason, the polar bear Sam met at the rush party stood to his right, his arms crossed over his chest. To the dragon's left stood a dalmatian Sam hadn't seen before. Where the bear was big and broad, the dalmatian was thin and trim.

"Alright, pledges, listen up," said the dragon. "You have been selected to be given the opportunity to become brothers of Omega Delta Beta. But if you have any hope of actually joining this fraternity, you're going to have to prove you've got what it takes. So the brothers and I will be putting you through a little series of tests to make sure you're really Omega material. For each test you complete successfully, you'll get one of these."

Luke held up his hand to reveal more of the clip-on earrings like the one Sam was wearing.

"Complete a test, earn a ring. Earn all six colors, and you'll become an Omega. Now, some of you-" Luke looked at Sam, and then down the line at the stallion, who was also wearing a red earring "-have already started to prove yourselves. But don't worry, the rest of you will have plenty of chances to catch up. But we can worry about that later. Tonight, it's time to party!"

A cheer came up from the gathered pledges as Luke lead them into the kitchen, the counters piled high with food and the table groaning under the weight of coolers filled with beer. The rest of the brothers were already there, waiting for the okay from Luke before digging in. Before long the alcohol was flowing, the music was loud, and the boys got more and more rowdy.

The brothers and pledges all introduced themselves to each other. Eli spent some time chatting with one of the pledges, a panda named Shawn. Sam couldn't hear what he was saying, but if the pink blush on the panda's face was any clue, the big black bull was trying to talk him into something back in his room. At some point Carson had wandered off, taking Liam with him.

Eventually the evening started to wind down, the pledges being sent off the bed with a warning that with tomorrow being Saturday, they could look forward to having their first task to complete. As Sam went up to his room with Charlie right behind him, he heard a crash coming from the room to the left of the stairs. Charlie hurried over to the door, knocking quickly before opening it, saying "Hey, we heard a crash, are you... guys..."

The jaguar stopped short, and Sam peaked over his shoulder to see what was going on. Turns out there was nothing to worry about. Just a lamp knocked onto the floor. Which wasn't really a surprise given how hard the bed was shaking. And there was Carson, bound and gagged, ass in the air, Liam's striped paw reaching between the bluejay's legs, getting thoroughly fucked by the big tiger.

"They're fine," said Sam, grabbing the doorknob. "Night guys, have fun!"

Sam closed the door, and walked over to his room, the dazed jaguar following behind him. Closing the door behind them, Sam turned to face the big cat.

"Was that really the first time you've seen something like that?" asked Sam.

"If you don't count porn, then yeah, it was," Charlie turned to look at Sam. "It didn't surprise you at all?"

"Not really," said Sam. "I mean, it's not like it's a secret that everybody in this house likes dick. Besides, after some of the things I've seen, something like that wasn't going to bother me."

"Oh yeah? Things like what?"

"Like walking in on my parents," said Sam bluntly.

"Ugh, oh god!" exclaimed Charlie, shuddering, "I'd have been scarred for life if I saw that."

"I know what you mean," said Sam. "But, honestly, as bad as it sounds, it was kind of ... hot. Hey, don't judge me," he said at the look on the jaguar's face, "You haven't seen my dads."

Charlie didn't seem to have an answer to that, so he started unpacking again. Sam was happy to help, and in no time the room was all set up. But Sam had noticed something else. The entire time they'd been unpacking, Charlie had been having a hard time keeping his eyes off Sam. And sure, it may have been a bit mean to tease the jaguar by bending over a lot more than was necessary, but the cute look on the flustered jaguar's face was just too good to pass up.

When they'd finished, Sam asked, "Is everything okay?"

Charlie jumped. "Huh? Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean you've been acting funny since you got here. Is something wrong?"

"N-no, nothing's wrong! It's just, uh, I've never shared a room with anyone before, and, well, I wasn't expecting my first roommate to..." he mumbled something, but Sam couldn't understand him.

"Didn't expect your roommate to what?" asked the dog.

Sam could practically feel the heat coming from Charlie's blushing face as he said, "to... to be so... hot."

Sam smiled, "Why, thank you, I'm flattered. You're quite the looker yourself. Though part of me thinks you're just saying that because you've seen me naked."

"Oh, I think you're plenty hot dressed," said the jaguar. "But I only actually saw you naked for a little bit."

"You sound disappointed."

"Not really disappointed, just... curious," Charlie looked like he was working himself up to something. "So, uh, look. I was wondering, if there was any chance you were interested, maybe you'd, ah... maybe you'd let me have another look."

"Charlie, are you trying to get in my pants?" asked the dog, a sly grin on his face.

"Or get you out of them," said Charlie. "Either one works for me."

Sam looked the jaguar over, slowly licking his lips as he eyed the growing bulge in the jaguar's pants. He'd already made up his mind, but it didn't hurt to make the big cat wait a few seconds for his answer.

"Tell you what," said Sam, standing up. "I'll show you mine-" he moved closer to the jaguar and cupped his crotch in his paw, lightly squeezing and making the big cat shiver "-if you show me yours. Deal?"

Charlie nodded vigorously, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside before fiddling with his belt, stripping as fast as he could. But Sam took his time, letting the anticipation slowly build as he undressed, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous jaguar. At first glance it looked like Charlie's fur was pure black, but looking closer, or when the light hit him just right, the rosettes in his fur were visible. There were only three areas of color the dog could see. His hazel eyes. His tip of his tongue as the eager feline licked his lips as he watched the dog undress. And the eight inches of barbed pink jaguar cock sticking out in front of him.

As soon as Sam tossed away the last of his clothes, Charlie swooped in, pulling the naked retriever against him and into a deep kiss, their tongue's wrestling with each other as their muzzles meshed together. The kiss didn't last long though, because Charlie soon pulled away, licking his lips and glancing down at the seven inches of canine penis poking into his stomach.

"Sam, could I... I mean, do you think I could, uh, have a taste?"

Sam pulled him in for another quick kiss. "Sure, Charlie. Do whatever you want."

The jaguar quickly dropped to his knees, one hand gently fondling the dog's golden-furred balls, while the other stroked over Sam's cock, giving the head a few teasing licks. Sam gasped at the feeling the jaguar's rough tongue slurping at the head of his dick. He'd only been with cats a couple times before, but that tongue was something you never really got used to. Soon though, the sensation of that rough tongue spread all along his dick, as Charlie pulled the dog's cock into his mouth, running his tongue over every inch he could as he started bobbing up and down.

Charlie had never been with a dog before, only with cats, and once with a rabbit, but he'd always wanted to, and several of his toys would back that up. He slid both hands around to Sam's ass, rubbing his fingers through the dog's lush fur as he pushed his hips to move against him, drool running down his chin, purring at the heady taste of dog-dick as he forced the retriever to basically fuck his face, while the dog's paws rested on his head, moaning loudly while he rubber behind the big cat's ears.

The feel of Charlie purring while deepthroating his cock nearly made Sam's knees give out. He needed to change their position, or he was going to fall on his ass before they got to the best part. He thrust forward one more time before reluctantly pulling the jaguar off his cock. Charlie looked up at Sam, wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"You're doing great Charlie," said Sam. "And I definitely want you to keep going. But before you do, why don't you get on my bed so I can return the favor."

An exaggerated lick across his lips left no doubt in Charlie's mind what Sam meant. He quickly moved over to lay on the dog's bed, his cock sticking up in the air, slick with precum and throbbing with each beat of his heart.

The dog moved over the jaguar so his legs were straddling his head. Sam eased himself down to rest most of his weight on his elbows, until his face was directly over Charlie's cock. As soon as he judge the dog to be settled, the jaguar grabbed his ass and pulled down on the dog's hips, eagerly taking his penis back in his mouth. The new position had him thrusting into the jaguar's throat at a new and wonderful angle, letting him thrust deep and making him moan. Trembling at a particularly pleasurable lick, Sam opened his mouth and engulfed Charlie's cock. Using the same tricks he'd used with Luke, in minutes Sam had the jaguar humping at his face, squirming and moaning and purring around the dogs cock at what he was feeling.

As good as it was, neither boy could last forever, and with such skillful mouths around their cocks, the quickly hit their limit. Sam came first, making Charlie choke briefly before the cat started to swallow. The jaguar enjoyed having the dog's cock in his mouth so much, he pulled his hips down hard, smothering himself with the dogs balls, blocking off his air and making his own cock shoot even harder. Something that Sam was quite happy to allow, since that just meant he got fed even more tasty jaguar cum.

When their orgasms had run their course, Sam rolled off of Charlie, the two boys panting for breath. Sam quite enjoyed their current position, since he was able to look right up between the jaguar's legs, and had a perfect view of those delicious male bits leaking onto the black fur of his thigh.

Despite his recent (and very strong) orgasm, Sam was still hard, and thought to himself that he wouldn't mind going again. Charlie, however, looked like he could barely move. He was gasping like he'd just run a marathon. Sam was just about to jerk off to his lovely view, when Charlie managed to raise himself up on his elbows and look down at the dog.

"I think that was the best blowjob I've ever had," panted Charlie.

"You definitely made the top of my list," said Sam. "I've never had anybody seem to want it so bad before."

"Oh, believe me, I wanted it. I still want it."

"You ready to go again? Already?" asked Sam.

Charlie shook his head. "No, but you seem to be up for it." They both laughed at his lame pun. "If you are, I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?"

"After a blowjob like that?" said Sam, "You can ask me whatever you want."

"Great," said Charlie. Slowly, he rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his knees up towards his chest and raising his ass, his tail arching over his back and revealing the his tight pink pucker. "I want you to fuck me."

Sam could only stare, wondering what had happened to the bashful cat from earlier. Apparently, that part only existed when one of them had pants on.

"You sure?" asked Sam.

Charlie let out a needy, mewling whine. It was the most adorable thing Sam had ever heard. The cat reached an arm back between his legs, teasing his entrance with his fingers.

"Please, Sam. Please. I've wanted to be with a canine for sooo long! And you're perfect, Sam. Your dick is perfect. I want to feel that knot. I need to feel your knot!" whined the jaguar, "So please, please, PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!"

A sexy, needed male begging for his cock? What guy could resist that? Sam reached under the bed, pulling out the box containing his own sizable collection of toys, and withdrew a bottle of lube. He spread some onto his finger and smeared it around the cat's entrance before coating his finger again and gently slipping it inside. Charlie gasped at the feel of the cold lube, but it quickly turned into a moan at the feeling of first one, then two of the retrievers fingers entering and stretching his ass. It wasn't the jaguar's first time, but it was going to be his first time getting knotted, so he appreciated the extra time Sam took to make sure he was ready.

Sam sat up on his knees, lubing up his dick before wiping his hands on the jaguar's ass. "Roll over," he said. "It'll help if you can relax for your first time. Besides," a lecherous grin spread across his face, "I want to see your face when I knot you."

Nodding meekly, the jaguar rolled onto his back, his cock starting to harden again at the thought of being dominated and knotted by the sexy dog. Sam lifted Charlie's legs, resting his ankles on the dog's shoulders. Then he moved forward slowly, until the tip of his cock was resting against the jaguar's entrance.

"You ready?" asked Sam.

"Yes," said Charlie. "Please, please..."

Charlie's words broke done into a pleasure filled moan as Sam pushed forward, gradually sinking into the jaguar's tailhole until his knot kissed against his stretched entrance. After giving Charlie a while to adjust (and to let himself calm down from the feeling of that spasming ass gripping his cock), Sam started thrusting, building up to a steady rhythm as the sound of fur and flesh slapping together filled the room. That, and the needed whines of the jaguar, begging Sam to fuck him harder, faster, deeper.

The boys were in heaven. Sam's pace kept increasing- Charlie's ass was so tight! Even having cum once already, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long. Charlie, meanwhile, was trying to remember to breath, the feeling at finally having a nice doggy dick inside him almost more than he could handle. Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, making Charlie gasp as he found the jaguar's prostate. Smiling wickedly, Sam thrust harder and fast, pounding away at the jaguar's prostate with each thrust, pulling the cat with him until Charlie was nearly bent over himself, Sam thrusting down into him and nearly making him bounce into the air with the strength of his thrusts. Each time Sam thrust into the jaguar's tight ass, his knot would stretch the other boy's entrance a little wider, each time threatening to be the one that tied them together. Feeling himself pass the point of no return, Sam thrust down hard, burying his knot in the jaguar and filling him with shot after shot of warm dog cum, the toe curling, mind numbing pleasure making him yell out his release.

It was too much for Charlie. The stimulation to his prostate hard brought life back to his cock, hard and dripping over his stomach and chest. The dog's fat knot stretching his ass further than any toy ever had, that delicious heat and fullness as that throbbing cock filled him, each warm shot splashing against his prostate. It was too much. Charlie let out a roar of pleasure as he came, painting his stomach, his chest, even his face, with ropes of gooey jaguar cum.

Charlie collapsed as he came down from his orgasm, sticky and tired and totally satisfied. Sam, having some experience in this area, at least managed to turn himself so he could pull the cat against his chest. The feeling of his knot twisting inside the jaguar made both boys tremble, but it was by no means an unwelcome feeling.

"So," panted Sam, "was getting knotted everything you hoped for?"

"Yes... oh, fuck yes!" said Charlie, turning his cum streaked face to look back at Sam. "That was... you were... I don't think I can feel my legs."

Sam smiled and licked a line of cum off Charlie's cheek. "I aim to please. You certainly did." He wrapped his arms around Charlie, gently rubbing the jaguar's belly. "Besides, I don't think I want you leaving just yet."

Charlie squeezed his ass lightly around Sam's knot, making him bark in surprise. "I don't think I could, even if I wanted to." He yawned, the exertion and afterglow sending him to sleep. "Would you mind if I just slept here tonight?"

Sam held onto the jaguar a little tighter, feeling the big cat snuggle back up against him. "You can sleep here whenever you want."

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Down in the greatroom, Luke and some of the other brothers looked up the stairs at the sounds of the boys orgasm.

"Was that the one you told us about?" asked one of the brothers, an alligator with an impressive build.

"Sure was," said Luke, grinning. "And if the rest of the new pledges are even half as good as that dog, this year's initiation will be a hell of a lot of fun."