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Hello new and old readers alike!

This is a part of my series Bent Over Behind the Barracks and details the various entanglements of some very big Dobies in the US Army in the 1960's.

As always, my readers have encouraged me to carry on writing. Thank you all for commenting and reading!

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Happy pawings!

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Update: Also, a great thanks for RPMS, who took the effort and probably gave up some of the fun of reading and pointed out a few grammatic errors and typos in the story. Those have now been corrected. Thank you again, RPMS!

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There are a few things every dog soldier wants to do, and there's a clear hierarchy amongst them. Forget about killing enemies and doing your duty and dying for your country and all that shit.

For real, every soldiers only wants to do four things: eat, sleep, drink booze and fuck. Probably in the order of fucking, sleeping, drinking and eating, if we go for just how much you want 'em, but that's about it.

You sleep whenever you can, because the training is a shit and they always push you to the limits, and there's nothing like getting under your blanket in your bunk and dozing off for good.

You eat your belly full of the slop they serve at the canteen 'cause if you go light on the food, you always know how many hours you have to wait for 'till the next meal time.

You always drink all the booze you can get because you never know when the fucking officers get the idea of cancelling your leave.

You fuck because that's what every big dog has been made to do by maybe the Gold Almighty himself. He's made us big and strong and able to push the bitch down to their belly and rut 'em until they beg you to stop. You shove it into them and fill their pussies with jizz and you feel alive, more alive than with the blood pumping in your ears from fear when you're being shot at.

Not to mention, being a soldier means that it's really easy to score as much as you like, hell yeah! They swarm you and practically shove their asses at your cock even before you can fish it out of your pants. They want some dogbone and they want it bad and deep, and they won't look at your rank insignia, just at the uniform. Our boys out there, yeah, their boys.

Hell, it ain't too strange that I want no bitches.

I want a soldier of my own, and I want it good. A big, strong soldier fur who can take it like a man and not like a bitch. There ain't a bitch for Brock Stahlman. Bitches've done turning their tail up for this doggie, that I know for real. I want more flesh. I want so much of it that I have to struggle to put my arms around it. I want hot meat and hot flesh and hot fur and something that won't whimper and cry when I bite it or shove my cock deep into it. I want to feel that flesh ripple as I make it mine, and I want it to be mine.

Hell, I want to feel alive tonight.

The bus bounced and I hit my knees on the worn leather on the back of the seat in front of me. I'm so fucking big I barely fit here, and I took the whole space that'd normally take two school kids. I'm lucky my head doesn't hit the roof 'cause then I'd probably break my skull against it whenever this fucking shit decided to jump again.

This same crappy banged-up couch was to blame for the fact that it had spoiled the night leave two weeks ago, and lemme tell you, you ain't seen that angry furs often in my life. Everyone was so pissed off I thought there was gonna be a mutiny in the base, but thankfully things calmed down once the Westerns started on the television, so the situation was saved.

T'was the night when I took him down to the bomb shelter and fucked him under his tail when he was lying flat on his belly in the bunk bed and being hold down by a big doggie. That's me alright, Brock Stahlman, private, the one who got himself some tight ass that's more fun than the pussy everyone keeps going about.

Ain't nothing wrong about pussy. I've ridden my share of it back at high school. T'was alright. Wet and tight and lots of hot moaning and it was pretty hot to watch the jizz drip out of their swollen thingies once you're done.

Just never ended up being my thing, I'spose.

Can't help that it's much more fun to me, a hot body that strains under me, that doesn't cave in.

Tail also doesn't taste weird, like pussy did, though it isn't as juicy.

Hell, I can't believe I did it to him, can't believe I licked a guy's ass and liked it.

He sat right there, he was, stuffed into his own seat to the left of private Arnett. They're friends I'spose, being on the same platoon and all, but I don't think Griggs looks very interested with what Arnett has to say. I could flick my ear and catch a few of the puma's words, too.

"...and once they get a taste of a barbed big boy, they never want to go back to...normal...", that fucking dirty bastard was saying to my Griggs and leering that catty smile at the Dobie.

Griggs scratched the back of his thick neck and snorted at the puma's talk. He looked a bit lost there. He often looked a bit lost. I dunno why, he is pretty smart under the cover of his thickheaded Dobie exterior. I bet he could outsmart the Sergeant who was sitting up there on the front seat next to the driver and kept an eye on us soldier boys.

We were going for the town again, for an evening leave. We would have to be back in the base by 2200 hundred hours or we'd get our butts kicked. And no going for a drink this time, this was a sponsored visit, by the big bosses of the town and the US Army, I'spose, I dunno, nobody really bothered to tell it to us jarheads properly. We're just supposed to run to point B from point A and kill target X and be fine with it. No questions asked. We were going to see a flick at the only movie theatre in town, and it was a special screening for us thickheaded soldiers, and that was meant to special and whatever.

Hell, whatever special there was, it also meant that there was no prospect of me scoring any of that Doberman butt tonight. When I 'd heard of this leave I'd thought that we could've hit the Belle's Saloon and get a beer and then maybe get somewhere and fuck, but nah, there went my plans when the Sergeant started going on about enlightenment and entertainment and duty.

The fuck I cared about a motion picture if there was fucking ahead for me. Don't need a better movie than that rolling ahead of my eyes when I've got my cock plowing my Dobie soldier. Pawing off is nothing compared to that feeling, but I have to do it in my bunk every night because otherwise I'd be way too horny in the morning and that's not a good thing when going for the showers. Don't need to show them any more Dobie than they need to see. It's not like they don't try to peek at my junk anyway, when I'm soaping up good. What can I do for having a big sheath and even bigger balls to match?

Fuck, my sheath was swelling again even as I was just sitting there and looking over at Griggs. The Dobie had now been left to peace by his puma friend and he was alone, sitting there are neatly with his paws folded over his lap and all. Hell, he almost looked like a big puppy dog for a while, with big ears and big muzzle and big eyes. All combined with his muscles and he was the perfect All-American Dobie. He could've been in a "The Country Needs You!" poster on a recruiting office looking like that and they'd be lining up. I sure would've been first in line seeing that kind of dogmeat on offer.

I could see the lights of the town already in the distance. They started to grow more bright and soon we passed the colorful lights of the Texaco gas station outside the town and the rundown shitty motel. Then that crappy bus was already making a stop and I almost thought it was going to tip over, that big lumbering shit made such a lurch when it finally came into a stop with the hissing off its brakes.

"Everyone, line up, stat!" the fucking Sergeant was already yelling at the front while leaning against the doors.

The bus shook violently as two dozen soldiers got onto their paws and made a break for it. I shuffled myself off my seat and stretched my legs a little before we finally stepped out from the bus. We had stopped right next to the small movie theatre and the big light thing up on the front read:

** "LOLITA"

A STANLEY KUBRICK FILM

JAMES MASON PETER SELLERS SHELLEY WINTERS**

I had no idea what that movie was gonna be about, so I didn't have any hopes for it, when the yelling and yapping coyote told us jarheads to get into a proper line again so that we could get into the movie theater in a proper order.

Hell, that was my chance.

I used my big doggie bulk and my elbows to my advantage and jumped the line the general chaos that was going on and pushed past Tecker and Shippy to get next to Griggs. He had his back to me so he didn't know I was there until I was shoved forward by that big bear behind me, since some idiot was creating this sort of a chain reaction all the way through the line by shoving furs around, and my shoulder pushed against Griggs' back.

The big Dobie spun around and his ears flattened at the sight of me. I grinned at him widely, and winked.

"What's up, Griggs?" I smirked as we got into the line properly and Sergeant Williams walked past us to check that we were in order.

Griggs had to turn his back to me again, and I can't say I minded that development ,since I could take a good look at him. He had big shoulders that were fun to bite, and his ass was in plain sight for me, less than a foot away from its new friend, my big cock. I could've easily shoved my cock against that ass and given him a little grind, but I ain't a stupid doggie. You don't hump people when standing in line. Doesn't mean I didn't want to cop a feel of it, though, oh man, no. That ass belonged to me now.

"Nothing's up," he hissed back at me without turning to look at me.

"You tell me," I snorted back at him.

I could really smell him now, I mean, he was shower fresh and all, we all were, but he still managed to put out a lot of musk, that doggie right there. I wanted to take a good whiff of it, maybe from under his arm, but again, not a good idea. Damn it!

Fuck this movie, I needed some Dobie.

Sergeant Williams pushed open the door into the movie theater and we crowded up the small hall. There was a flurry of activity when everyone was going for their pockets and wallets to get a dollar or two to spend on the concessions stand - at least we could get some Coke and popcorn and get at last some fun out of this fucking "school trip."

The line on the concessions stand was moving fucking slowly, and I tapped my footpaw on the floor nervously and kept huffing roughly. I was doing it against Grigg's neck, too, just the way he liked it, and I saw him flick his ears and tense up a little whenever he felt it. It was so fun to watch, that, knowing how he was doing it all for me, and that made me feel good. My Dobie was all mine and even shook from my breath alone.

It was finally Griggs' turn on the stand, and he ordered a Coke and a small box of popcorn, and I watched how he lined up the coins to the stand and the girl behind the counter took them and handed him his stuff. His paws are so fucking huge, I think the girl was a bit scared of him when she handed him back the change and he put the coins to his pocket.

Then Griggs went past me and I bought a Coke for myself and again had to squeeze myself past a lot of furs since the hall was getting more and more crowded as the other buses came over bringing more and more fresh soldier reinforcements to make it a miserable mess.

There was a buzzing noise inside the movie theater itself as everyone was chatting with everyone and munching their popcorn and sipping their Cokes and generally being a bunch of prickheads. I walked down the aisle on the side until I reached my assigned seat, determined by my position in the line, and that's why I positioned myself right next to Griggs.

It was pretty dark in there but I could still take a good look at him, and winked at him while I lifted my Coke in a "cheers!" gesture and took a sip of the fizzy black stuff. It prickled on the back of my throat and once I swallowed I felt a familiar buildup of pressure in my belly and belched.

"Ugh, this is good stuff," I teased the Dobie next to me and leaned back on the too small seat and tried to get the best out of the situation.

At least I could spend the eve sitting next to Griggs and keep smelling his musk through the smell of greasy popcorn and coke and rowdy soldiers. Hell, maybe if it was dark enough when the movie was going I could even cop a feel of him. That thought made me look down to the front of his pants, and even if he was sitting in a relaxed posture, I could still see the bulge of his cock in there.

"The strongest stuff you should be drinking, Brock," he replied and flicked one of his ears at me before going for his own bottle of Coke.

I snorted at my Dobie and kicked his footpaw with mine between us. He returned that with a frown that made him look like a puppy whose balloon had been popped.

"Bah," I snickered at the doggie. "Did I ever tell you how I got all woozy from cough syrup when I was a pup?"

"You shouldn't be taking heroin either, Brock," Griggs shook his head at me. "Maybe that's why you turned out as you did."

I laughed at him again, a clattering, deep, throaty laugh that rang in my own ears, and I again kicked his ankle with my big footpaw. This time he didn't even bother to huff, just stood back and pulled his footpaw away from my immediate reach.

The chatter and general noise had grown even louder now that the theater was almost full of us soldier boys, but a silence fell once the first images flickered onto the big white screen at the front. My ears flattened at the sound of the loud fanfares when the pre-movie cartoon rolled on. I tried to relax and enjoy the silly stuff, and I sipped my Coke and wondered just how boring the movie might be. I had seen a glimpse of the movie poster on the hall and it had shown a fox vixen wearing goddamn heart-shaped sunglasses and sucking on a lollipop. Hell, maybe it was a skin flick, a really dirty one to keep us horny soldier boys all primed up.

I grunted absentmindedly and scratched my belly, and after a quick look to check that everyone's eyes were glued on the screen, my thighs and crotch as well. T'wasn't a big deal, we were all boys here, surely they'd understand how uncomfy you could get with an itch around your sheath or balls. So scratch I did while my other paw held my Coke, and tried to keep an eye on the screen. There were a lot of explosions and stupid shit happening on the cartoon, and a lot of flashing colors, but I really couldn't get into it that well.

I was still pissed off by the fact that we'd been forced to haul our tails into this movie instead of getting to do our own fun things, and I was distracted by Griggs' scent that seemed to be hanging in the air and getting into my nose with each breath. It was also being pretty loud in there, with all the guys laughing at the stupid things going on in the cartoon, and I was getting bored. At least it felt a little bit nice to have my paw going over my crotch and rubbing my sheath a little through my pants. It wasn't exactly like I was pawing off there right in the middle of the movie theater, but I did have a nice bit of stiffening up going on down there, and that was fun, even without having the Dobie sitting next to me doing the playing.

Fuck, I really needed to do something 'bout that. I hadn't been able to get any time alone with Griggs since our tryst inside the fallout shelter, and I was really missing the feeling of having my cock sunk up inside his tail. I missed a lot other things too, including his whines when I tied him, or the smell of his spunk, or the slick noise of my balls slapping the Dobie's. Hell, there was a lot I was being left missing at the moment, and no way to get any of it. I wondered if Griggs was feeling the same thing, too. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and saw that he was simply sitting there and watching the movie, with his paws occupied by his snacks. At least he wasn't groping himself...I wouldn't have minded giving a go at him myself if we weren't in this fucking shithole of a movie theater about to spend hours watching some boring movie.

It was finally starting now, too, with the familiar fanfare and the roaring lion of the movie studio, followed by the titles for the flick. It was even in black and white and not in Technicolor! After a while it cut to show some guy playing the piano, and then someone shot him, and suddenly he was walking alive and well again, and I just thought what the fuck was that, and lost the plot pretty much during the first five minutes of the story.

I sipped my Coke and scratched my balls and wondered how I was going to be able to take another two and a half hours of this crap. It was way too noisy in there to take a nap, and getting out was not an option since this was meant to be SPECIAL and nobody would be allowed to go AWOL. Hell, maybe I could pretend that I was going to the toilet and just sit there and whip it out and paw off. That could offer a little bit of fun even without my Dobie there to suck my balls dry.

I looked over to him again and saw that Griggs was mechanically eating his popcorn now, eyes staring ahead at the movie rolling in front of him, and his jaws were going munch, munch, munch, munch while he let the greasy snacks fill his muzzle. Heck, I just kept thinking how it'd feel to have those lips wrap around my cock and start going up and down until I'd give him a mawful of something even stickier and saltier than the butter on that popcorn. I also wanted to grope his ass and his cock and make him spray his jizz for me...all because of me doing it to him. It was hot as hell to watch, too.

My cock was fully hard in my slacks and throbbing heavily while I still kept sneakily scratching all over my crotch. When I brought my paw up to my nose as I was pretending to scratch the side of my muzzle I could smell my musk all over my palm, and that made me feel even more horny. I snorted softly to get rid of the strong scent and squirmed my ass a little on the seat to get into a better posture, and tried to watch the movie again. Now the vixen from the poster was sunbathing in a tiny bikini, and I think that the soldiers might have been liking it a bit more than I did since there was a lot of whispering going on all around me. I just thought that she looked freaking young, but maybe that was just me.

I swigged my Coke and again belched from all the fizz in my belly. It tickled my nose, too, and I snuffled, and wished I had bought a chocolate bar or popcorn from the stand before coming in. I guess I could have bullied Griggs into letting me take from his box, but didn't feel like it. I was horny and hungry and tired and the seat was too small and the armrests were pushing against my hips uncomfortably. All I wanted was to get back into that goddamned bus and get back to the base and shower and get into my bunk and paw off and then sleep until the new day.

Maybe then I'd be able to catch Griggs for a while, during the free hour, perhaps, and fool around a little. Perhaps we could sneak out to the bomb shelter for a little while, or behind the barracks and hope that nobody would go round to have a smoke or stuff. It was fucking frustrating, even more than just sit here with a huge boner and not being able to do pretty much anything about it.

I took another gulp out of my Coke and I must've tipped the bottle too much since I got some of it into my nose and I snorted, sending a few drops of the soda splattering over my thigh. I coughed a bit and snorted and saw from the corner of my eye how Griggs gave me a glance before returning his attention back to the movie. I licked my lips clear of Coke and looked at the dark patch on my pants and muttered a curse under my breath. It almost looked as if I'd wet myself a little, even if it wasn't a big splotch there.

Oh shit, the movie was getting even more weird with the same actor playing almost all the roles it seemed, and again all I had to do to keep myself occupied was some self-groping. My cock was still all swollen and pulsing and pressing against my undies. My sheath felt itchy in that familiar way that came from being hard for too long without proper play, but I knew it'd be impossible to slip my paw into my pants to give it some real attention. My little groping wasn't anywhere near enough to do anything proper about my arousal, though.

Next to me, Griggs was about to take another swig from his Coke.

The plan, oh, the fucking plan was so beautiful, it was so simple, so easy.

I only had to kick his ankle, hard enough, and from that angle, Griggs' big frame simply jumped enough that he managed to spray half of his Coke all over our pants. The fizzy soda hissed and splashed while it was spread everywhere. Griggs yelped and cursed and almost jumped out of his seat as the cold fluid must have reached his balls, he was that soaked down there. Most of the stuff I got over myself splashed to my thigh and my shirt.

"What the fuck man!" I yelled, surprised, and made a great show of gesturing at my soiled uniform and glaring at the dog next to me.

Someone at the back called us to shut the fuck up, but I didn't give him my finger back, instead I settled down and yanked Griggs down by his arm as well. He had dropped the box of popcorn and whatever was left had scattered all over the carpeted floor of the aisle. His Coke bottle lay down there as well, drained and abandoned and its contents now spread all over Griggs and I.

I snorted and showed my teeth, putting up my meanest face.

"Alright, Griggs, you're gonna come with me to help me sort out this shit ok?" I told him in my best scolding voice. I squeezed his wrist hard and he growled a little.

"Come on," I said and tugged at his wrist.

The Dobie got to his footpaws obediently and I let go of him, and with a lot of shuffling and angry huffs from the onlookers, we managed to make it through the aisle and off to the side. As we climbed up the theater I noticed that Sergeant Williams was glaring at us, and before he could even cut into us with nasty remarks, I quickly told him that Griggs had had a little spill and we were going off to get cleaned up.

"Alright boys, can't have you getting out of this theater looking like you'd shat your pants," the coyote snorted at us with his gruffest drill sergeant voice and turned his eyes immediately back to the movie.

I shook my head quietly at the sight of the overtly tough and bastardly drill sergeant sitting there with a small striped box of popcorn in his paws and then walked on. I went through the theater doors into the hall with Griggs in my tow, and I turned to give him a little look over my shoulder as we passed.

The bathroom sign was on the opposite wall, so it wasn't hard to make our way in. It was pretty small, and to the right there was a row of three sinks, and off to the left, five cubicles. Judging from the silence it was clear that there weren't others in the bathroom.

I turned to face to Griggs and gave him my best smile.

"You really look like you wet yourself, Jack," I spoke to him and leered at the sight of his ruined pants.

The Dobie glared at me and his ears went flat. I saw his muscles bulge when he pushed his shoulders back and really stood up to me. He was almost as tall as I was, so it was all for the show, and my, my, it was a good show.

"What the FUCK was that, Brock?" he hissed at me, standing there with his legs spread as if to trying to make his pants dry on their own by exposing them out to the air.

I wouldn't have minded some more exposure indeed.

I stepped up to him and smiled still, and my paw reached and took a hold of his jaw, my fingers spread wide as I caught his chin into my big paw and made sure he would be looking at me. I felt him tense, all of him, through the tensing of his neck, and he glared at me, breathing heavily. I wondered if my touch was doing it, and it was pretty hot.

"You do want to be alone with me, don't you, Jack?" I whispered in a low, husky voice that was perfect for speaking out things for my Dobie.

He always is a sucker for the voice.

Sometimes even a cocksucker.

I felt him tense even more, and he sighed deeply against my face. He smelled of Coke, and butter, and Griggs. I wanted to taste his maw, stick my tongue in there and really get some action going.

"This isn't a place...," Griggs groaned, and I smiled, showing my teeth while my fingertips rubbed his jaw.

"Fuck yeah it is," I grunted and pulled our muzzles together.

Griggs' strength seemed to get lost somewhere from the force of our kiss since I felt him slump completely as he felt my lips on his. My free paw caught his side and I grasped him tight when I pushed my tongue between his slack lips and tasted him good. It was just like I suspected, and even better, that mixture of Griggs' spit and sugar and Coke and little flecks all around his tongue that must have been the popcorn.

He tasted and smelled perfect and made my cock even harder in my soiled pants. I must've already been adding my pre-jizz to that mess, my cock was so hard and pulsed madly. I needed to get out of those pants soon and come up with something good.

As good as the kiss felt, I knew we could keep it up here in the plain view of the door. I couldn't relax into it because that door could burst open any moment and we'd be caught. I had to pull my muzzle from his and snort heavily, trying to get my voice back.

"Into the stall," I told him in a hoarse voice and pointed at the nearest toilet stall.

"Brock...," he complained.

I bared my teeth.

"I said, get in the stall, doggie," I told him and squeezed his side and jaw. "You want this, we both want...THIS!"

I punctuated my growl by shoving my hips against Griggs', and I felt how our hard cocks mashed together. I had to bite my teeth from the feeling.

Wordlessly, the Dobie solider submitted to me once more. His teeth were again hidden by his lips and his ears went flat. I saw his eyes gazing at the tiled floor and I knew I had him. All I had to do was speak. Command. Tell him what he had to do.

"Go to the stall, wuff," I spoke to him again.

Slowly he made his way over to the flimsy-looking bathroom stall and opened the door, entering into the small cubicle. I watched him walk there and my heart pounded, and so did my cock, pulsing deep inside my pants, and I couldn't help but give my package a squeeze through my wet fabric.

That felt damn good, and I growled as I made my way over and managed to get into the stall and even close and lock the door. We stood there, sideways, staring and panting at each other, and I grinned widely.

My paws went for his belt, and he growled.

"There's not much time, wuff, so we better get into it...you want this, don't you?" I repeated my question as my fingers released his belt and his zip.

"Brock...," he spoke my name in a husky whisker, and I didn't care for the almost panicked tone.

I pushed my paw into the front of his pants and groped for his cock, which I felt press against my palm, big and hard and hot. The Dobie gasped at the feeling and I rubbed him through his boxers while my other paw was busy tugging those pants down around his hips. He just stood there breathing roughly and probably feeling scared shitless, and I can't say I was fully relaxed either, but I was gonna make the best I could out of this situation.

"Can't wait another week," I whispered to him roughly, and leaned in to kiss him again while my paws pushed Griggs' boxers and pants down to his ankles.

His musk filled my nose when his cock jumped and slapped wetly against his shirt-covered belly. I smirked into the kiss, knowing he was all boned up, too, and let my paw curl around his length and start pawing him off with slow, heavy pulls over his dogmeat.

My palm was soon covered with his pre but I didn't care. Griggs' paws were no longer paralyzed either, since he had taken a hold of me, and slowly rubbed along my back while I battled his tongue inside his maw. His taste was making me even more horny, too, and I knew that I couldn't wait.

"Get me out, Jack," I grunted to him between our sloppy kisses.

I kept pawing him off and groping his ass while I felt Griggs' paws move slowly along my back and down all the way to my rump, and then he was on to the front and relieving me of my trousers and boxers. His paws were shaking, I felt as much while he fumbled with my belt in an attempt to get to my cock. He took a few more extra strained seconds before he finally managed to pull it all down, and then I growled as I felt cool air hit my package as my cock and balls flopped out of their prison.

I kept squeezing the Dobie's cock, and I felt the muscular dog's ass tense with each of my strokes. I was really feeling up his rump, going all over that hot muscle. He wasn't minding the grope since I felt his paw close in on my own cock and begin stroking me slowly. I felt my own pre pour out of me and onto his fingerpads, and we were quite the mess of each other's shirts with our leaking cocks while I ate out his maw.

Griggs tried to push his tongue into my muzzle, but I reminded him who was in charge by pushing my gropey paw to the base of his tail and prodding my fingers against his hot cleft. He growled throatily and squeezed my cock when he felt those pads touching his tailhole, and I felt that hot muscled pucker tense.

I knew I had to have it, right there and now. I needed that Dobie's ass bad.

"Fuck, Griggs," I murred and nipped at his lips while the kiss was broken briefly as he was taking a breath.

He looked at me with lust-filled eyes and I grinned at him, letting my tongue hang out of my maw and I leaned down to nibble at his neck. Griggs went crazy for that and moaned, and he began to thrust into my paw, making his slick cock slip in my fist. Hell, he even forgot to paw me off, but I didn't really mind, it was feeling too hot to begin with.

I still wanted more, though, and I had to have it fast. I knew we couldn't stay here more than a little while, and that had to be enough for what I wanted, and needed, and what rightly belonged to me.

That was Jack Griggs' hot Dobie butt, and it was mine.

I gave his sloppy cock a final squeeze before I released him, and pushed the Dobie away from. He stood there, back against the toilet cubicle wall, cock hanging out and panting wildly. He was dripping from both his maw and his cock, and that made him look immensely hot.

I pushed the toilet lid down with my paw and sat down, glaring at him. My own cock stood upright between my spread thighs and pulsed aggressively, and my fully swollen knot was kissing my hot and itchy sheath. I must've really been an image of a horny Dobie, just waiting for a warm hole to sink myself into.

"Turn around and spread that ass, doggie," I told him roughly, "I need it."

This time he didn't even complain at me. The panting dog simply shuffled around carefully, his pants around his ankles, and presented his backside for me completely. I could feast my eyes on his shoulders and rippling, smooth-furred back and the immense size and fuckability of his big ass. Hell, I could already see his hole, a pink wrinkle in his cleft just below his docked, upright tail. As per my orders, he put his paws on each of his ass cheeks and pulled on them, making himself even more exposed.

I had to fight the urge to swallow at that sight.

Instead I took a hold of his rump and held onto him as I leaned closer and spat a big wad of saliva right into his tailpucker. The Dobie moaned at the feeling and I felt a soft thump when his forehead hit the stall door. I eyed his muscle and saw it clench powerfully from the sudden splat of wetness over it, and I grinned lewdly before hacking up another wad of spittle to deposit over Griggs' hot crack. Still smiling, I pushed my fingerpads against his muscle and began to rub slowly, putting proper pressure into it from the start in an attempt to make that hot hole relax for my cock to get in without tearing him open. I didn't want to break my doggie, and I had to be careful.

His body was still resisting me, and the spit wasn't the best lubricant to the job, but with some heavy duty prodding I manage to slip a couple of fingertips into his tailhole, and I felt him squeeze down on them strongly. I squeezed his ass cheek and told him to relax, and I heard him gasp as he felt more pressure as my fingers slid into him up to my knuckles.

"Ahhh...," the Dobie hissed and shook a little, and I saw him ripple in that really hot way again, "just hurry..."

"Don't want to tear you a new one, wuff," I replied back in a growl, and pushed my finger a little bit further into his hot tunnel before I withdrew them and gave his ass a quick little swat.

Griggs growled but made no move to get away from me, so I suppose that had to be enough preparation for now.

I spat into my paw once more and spread that little bit of extra slickness over my hot, leaking cock, making sure that it was covered in pre from all sides, especially the blunt tip with its oozing hole. That felt almost too good and I was afraid for a split second that I might make myself cum right there and there, but thankfully the feeling passed.

I gave his rump a squeeze and huffed to him that he should get ready and sit down onto my cock that I was holding upright and in place with one of my paws while the other lingering on his what must have been slightly stinging rump.

Fuck, it was hard to even look at it without blowing my load right away. That huge Dobie was slowly squatting down with the intention of taking my soldier cock into his expecting, hot tail. I saw every muscle in him tense as they bore his weight in that posture, and his ass cheeks were goddamn firm when I felt my cockhead slip between them and press against his tailhole. Griggs froze there and gasped at the feeling of my hot flesh against his.

"Just remember to be quiet," I grunted between my teeth and rubbed my cocktip against his hole with the help of my paw, tried to make it relax that little bit extra and let me pass. "Bear down."

He did as he was told, and I felt the pressure grow on my cockhead as the heat rose, and then with a mutual grunt out strained flesh gave up and my tip slipped into his ass.

That ring shaped muscle bit down on my shaft and almost squeezed the life out of my cock, but I was now in as his resistance had been overtaken. I had two inches of doggie cock inside Griggs, and I wanted it all there.

I let go of my cock and took my other paw to his hips, too, and holding onto him, I began to pull. We didn't have a single moment to waste, so with a lot of grunting and some thrusting from my part, and with the Dobie's weight bearing him down, my thick doggie cock slipped an inch by an inch into his hot, sucking tail tunnel. We only stopped once our balls sacs pressed lightly together, and he was now sitting on my lap. My knot throbbed hotly between his ass cheeks and completed our connection.

"That's a good doggie, Jack," I grunted into his ear as I leaned close and put my arms around him, holding the Dobie close to my chest as I enjoyed the feeling of having him sit on top of me with my cock spearing his innards wide open.

I was fully in his ass now, and it was the best feeling I knew. I was embedded inside the warmth of a big, fellow soldier, a soldier who willingly bent over for me and not only took it, but wanted it, and fuck, even asked for it!

I couldn't stay still any longer than that, a weeks' pent-up need was more than I could take. I was where I wanted, now it was only a matter of taking what was mine and leave him with my present, a hot load deep inside the hidden depths of his rump. This wasn't going to be any gentle affair, and I knew that he knew that as well, because when I flexed my thighs in preparation for my first thrust, Griggs tipped down his head and pressed his chin against his chest.

I'm not sure if he knew that the move made him tense within even more, but I didn't care. I was here to fuck, not wonder about male anatomy amazements.

I started to buck my hips up into the prone Dobie, seesawing a couple of inches of my cock in and out of his hole. After a few thrusts the growling Dobie seemed to be getting more into it since he began to assist me with his own legs, putting leverage onto them and even holding onto my own thighs with his paws as he began to ride me properly.

He wasn't as slick as he usually was when we fucked, but I was leaking a lot pre and that was making things more and more wet and heated inside his tailhole. Our slow start soon grave into full on pounding when I could fuck him with at least a half of my big cock. His ring-shaped muscle kept convulsing around my thick shaft whenever I spread him open good again and went in balls deep, and his insides were making a slurping sound whenever I pulled back. We kept a hard rhythm going and our muscles were flexing and complaining from the exercise of fucking and getting fucked.

I held onto the bulky Dobie firmly with my arms, feeling him up with each of my thrusts. He really was one big beefcake of a dog, simply massive in all the right places. My paws groped his abs and his chest and I played with his nipples while I breathed hotly against his neck and let him feel my teeth.

Griggs moaned deep in his throat, and that's when I heard the telltale creak of the toilet door being opened.

I immediately stopped all of my fucking motion and pushed a paw against Griggs' maw, silencing him completely, and I pressed my own lips against his back and held my breath, listening with my ears flicking madly.

We sat there, dead still, and I felt his entire body tense around me, and I held onto him stronger, making sure that he couldn't make even a single sound. I breathe slowly out through my nose and listened for the slightest of noises coming from the outside.

Pawsteps on the tiled door, then a stall door was opened - thankfully near the far wall, and a voice was saying something...then the noise built up, and I could make up words as the sound echoed in the tiled room.

"Just a gigolo, everywhere I go, people know the part I'm playing..."

Oh, FUCK, it was Arnett!

That fucking puma was singing as he unzipped himself, and he went on even as I heard the flow of his piss into the toilet bowl in a long, bubbling stream while the puma soldier kept singing.

"Paid for every dance, selling each romance..."

He kept pissing and singing, and then he probably forgot the lyrics, because suddenly he was just whistling. I pressed my ear against Griggs' back and could hear his heart pounding madly, and even his cock that had been pushed against my arm about his back had started to wilt from the terror of being caught by one of our comrades.

No, no, the whistling went on, and the loud sound died away and then he was zipping up. I held my breath again as I listened to the whistling creature exiting the stall and turning on the taps by a sink. How long did he keep it up? It sounded like kept washing his paws for half an hour, but finally he stopped, and he belted out another newly remembered line of the song.

"As life goes on without me!!!!"

The bathroom door closed with a slam, and I finally let out my breath in a giant huff against Griggs' back.

He was now squirming on top of me, and trying to say something, and I released his maw from my grip, though still held onto him.

"....fucking almost caught, I'm out of here!"

I growled and bit his shoulder and pulled him down when he was trying to move, and shoved my hips firmly up to him to slide my cock back in hard and deep.

"Now before we're finished we're not," I told him, pressing his cock between my arm and his belly.

"Get moving, the sooner we're out of here the better, doggy," I told him and began to thrusts up into his tight rump again.

Griggs finally started to move after a couple of moments of silence, and we were finally on the move again towards cumming properly. He squatted over me, bracing himself so that I could thrust into him good, and I gave it to him hard and fast. I was fucking into him as fast as I could in this position, and my knot kept pushing against his hot, broken ring with each of my thrust. Every time my knot hit his tailhole I felt a surge of pleasure go through me, and every time I was brought closer to blowing my nut deep into him. I knew there wasn't time to knot him safely and wait for the fleshy thing to go down, so I would have to resort to alternative means of getting off.

That involved me wrapping my arms around Griggs' belly and pulling him down onto my lap really hard while simultaneously starting to make breakneck fast inch-only thrusts into his ass. Our ball sacs jingled and slapped together madly from this crazy pace and we both grunted, but most importantly, it kept my knot jammed against his flesh over and over again so firmly that the pressure finally built up for good. I pressed my maw against his shoulder as I came, keeping my hips pushed straight against his rump while I started pumping my sticky doggie cum into Griggs' speared ass.

I kept my hips still throughout my orgasm, letting nature take over as my mating instinct caused my body to expel a massive load of cum deep into the offered orifice. Its slickness leaked over to our balls and glued them together, but I didn't mind, since that marked us as one, and he was mine.

Griggs took everything that I offered, simply sitting there and letting it all flow into him in one massive cum, until finally my cock stopped pulsing and simply stood there, lodged up the Dobie's tailhole. He was still hard and throbbing, and as I released his shoulder from the bite that would surely leave a bruise there, I heard him hiss.

"Good, good puppy," I smirked against his neck and began to paw him off fast and hard, my big paw sliding lighting fast over his wet shaft.

He kept moaning and huffing and I was sure that if he got any louder he might alert the attention of the concessions stand girl. He began to thrust into my paw again, rocking his hips as best as he could even while being impaled. I bit my lip on that renewed teasing on my own cock and decided that I had to bring him over the edge quickly or I'd get too horny myself to keep going.

I slipped my paw around his knot and squeezed hard while my other paw still kept jerking him off. His tailhole began to convulse around my cock again in that familiar telltale sign of cumming. I kept up the pressure on that huge ball of flesh at the base of his cock and at just the right moment stopped pawing him off, instead moving my paw to hold his tip firmly at just the right place.

The Dobie on top of me groaned and bit his teeth together when he came, his huge load splattering all over my cupping paw and practically filling it with his hot spunk. I kept playing with his knot with squeezes while his tip throbbed in my hold, his hips moving in that same rocking motion as he pumped out his load. He finally trickled down and I was left with a pawful of knot and another full paw of hot, steamy cum.

I know just where to put it.

"Have to get rid of the evidence, doggie..open up," I told him, and lifted the paw to his maw.

The panting Dobie obediently let his maw fall open, and I pushed my paw right up to his lips and tipped my cupped palm up so that the frothy jizz began to flow. The air was full of hot male musk, and I watched with a grin of my lips as the doggie took his own cum back into him.

"And remember to lick up," I told him with a snort.

Griggs' tongue lapped broadly over my palm and fingers as he ate up his spunk from my paw without hesitation. Once he was done I caught his chin and dipped him down, tilting my head up so that I could kiss him. I even got some of his musk to my tongue, but I was beyond caring by that point.

I gave him a sideways grin, licking my lips.

"Didn't know that your jizz tastes like Coke...you must be the All American doggie..."

"Shut up, Brock," the Dobie grunted and made an effort to heave himself off my messy loins. "We still have to clean up for real."

I swatted each of his rump cheeks to give him some leverage.

*

"Hey, watch where you put that ass!"

"Sorry, Tecker."

"Uhmmhph!"

"Sorry, Axelson."

"It's okay, Griggs."

"Did we miss anything?"

"Just some weirdass shit, Stahlman, nothing great."

"Great, that. Pass me some of that popcorn, Shippy?"

"Sure, here we go."

"Hey, get the FUCK out of the way down there!"

I sat onto my too narrow movie theater seat, crossed my ankles down on the aisle, sipped my fresh Coke and scratched my balls through my damp pants. I knew that the cum that had been stored inside my jewels was now safely held under Griggs' sore tail, and that's how it was meant to be.

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