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Meet Me in the Parking Lot 2
🕑 Added 2019-11-11 23:55:29 +0000 UTCRead the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-lot-15117184
Saying that it had been a long day was an understatement of the greatest degree. Hunter had started his morning with a exhausting day in the office, and then immediately had to drive four hours to another business location to present documents and stick around for a meeting where his boss ranted about how much he hated his own boss. By the time that the doberman shuffled into his hotel room after a solid thirteen hours of being in a suit, he was ready to do anything but think about work.
He effortlessly kicked off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket, loosened his tie and fell face first onto the clean sheets of the single bed that dominated the small room. As he breathed in the fresh comforter, taking note of the detergent that was recently used on it, he felt all of his muscles relax. He let out a long, heavy sigh and contemplated just closing his eyes and going to sleep. No shutting off the lights, no locking the door, not even taking off his clothes and getting under the covers.
Despite Hunter closing his eyes and attempting to do just that, something in the back of his mind kept him from dozing off. He chalked it up to his OCD about things staying in order before going to bed. The slight hint of how his dress clothes were uncomfortable also poked at the back of his mind. Sighing again, albeit with more frustration than before, the doberman pushed himself up and rolled onto his back. It was then that there came a chime and buzz from his pocket.
Hunter withdrew his phone to see that he had a new message, and seeing who it was from made him crack the first smile of the day.
Tyler: “Are you at the Hotel?”
The doberman quickly replied. “Yeah, room 103, please hurry.” There came no reply from his friend after that, which he suspected. The phone dropped to the bed and Hunter sat up with a slight groan. He undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt and then stood. He meandered over to the bathroom and flicked on the light.
When he looked in the mirror, a more dreary-eyed dog gazed back than he expected. He turned the water on in the sink and splashed some of the cool liquid over his muzzle and face. It did little to alleviate his exhaustion but it did shock him enough to at least appear less tired.
When Hunter stepped out of the bathroom he was met with a loud knock at his door. A grin formed over his face and he hurried over to open it. When he did, he was met with the familiar, gleaming face of his akita boyfriend.
“Hey, Hunt-” Tyler began to say cheerfully but was abruptly grabbed by the collar of his T-shirt and yanked into the room. The door slammed behind him almost as quickly as it had been opened.
Nothing else was said for the first few moments that the two dogs were together. Instead, Hunter and Tyler occupied themselves with a deep, satisfying kiss. Their lips were pressed firmly together and their heads were cocked in opposite directions. The doberman still held the other by his shirt while the akita's paws had taken Hunter by the hips.
The akita felt like he was melting into that embrace, and it was about then that he realized that he was holding his breath. When he did let out a shaky exhale through his nose, Hunter broke the kiss and leaned back. Tyler had a dreamy look in his eyes and a dumb grin of his own that Hunter found to be incredibly endearing. After all, his smile was the main reason he found the akita to be so attractive.
“Miss me much?” Tyler chuckled.
“That, and I've had the shittiest day ever,” Hunter replied and let his paws unclasp the other's shirt and instead traced them down the front of the akita's muscular chest. He admired the firm presence and the clear dedication that the akita still had to his workout routine. It also reminded Hunter of the fact that he had been missing his own gym appointments due to the recent heavy work load.
“Wanna talk about it?' Tyler offered pleasantly.
“Not at all. I'm tired as fuck and I need to fuck something before I pass out,” Hunter replied. The akita laughed and winked at his boyfriend.
“That's why I'm here,” Tyler said confidently and then gave the doberman a firm shove against the chest. It was an unexpected move, so Hunter stumbled back while windmilling his arms. He let out a short yell but it turned into a breathy grunt when the backs of his knees hit the bed and he flopped onto soft covers.
“What the hell!” Hunter groaned and leaned up on an elbow. “Tell me when you're gunna do shit like that.”
“I was in complete control of the situation,” Tyler replied as he pulled his shirt from over his head and tossed it aside. The doberman's eyes widened and his mind filled with lust at the sight of the chiseled abs and broad chest of the other dog. The weariness of the day melted away as Tyler came closer and got to work undoing Hunter's pants and pulling them down.
Not until the doberman was completely bottomless did Tyler stop. It was only when that beautiful black sheath was out in the open with no obstruction that the Akita paused to admire it. A red tip was already poking out from the top and the strong scent of musk was already filling his senses. Tyler set his paws on either side of the other male's body as he leaned over and brushed his muzzle against the hefty pair of balls beneath that sheath. He could practically taste how heavy they were, full of cum and in desperate need of relief. He silently promised them that he would stop at nothing to do just that.
A light bump with his nose and a deeper inhale brought a shiver up the doberman's spine. Then there came the first lick, slow and tentative. While Hunter did enjoy the akita's more sensual side, he was tired and wanted to fuck rather than be romanced. A slight disapproving grunt got the message across, and Tyler chuckled as he heard it.
“All right, all right,” Tyler whispered and brought his lips up to the red tip while taking hold of the dark sheath. He pulled the furry pouch down, exposing more limp girth before he fed the entire, flaccid length between his lips. As it sank into his mouth, a real shock of pleasure hit the other male and his hips arched to be closer.
Tyler released the sheath and reached underneath to take a hold of those hefty balls. He weighed them in his palm and gently massaged them with his fingers as he pushed down farther, slurping up the precum that coated Hunter's member. With each passing second he could feel the doberman's heartbeat against his tongue and it encouraged him to suck harder. He bobbed his head at a quickened pace and his tongue wrapped around the growing shaft as more drew out from the sheath.
The doberman was shifting his hips from side to side as pleasure blossomed through his pelvis. He even began to buck up as his length became fully realized between the akita's lips. There would come a loud slurp and an appreciative mumble each time Tyler would push down, letting every last inch of the other's girth grind against his tongue.
The doberman watched with aroused glee as Tyler would push down as far as he could possibly go, often letting the tip of Hunter's member press down his throat. At no point did the akita gag, instead he would swallow and let his throat milk the throbbing dick.
Elated moans continued to spill from Hunter's mouth as the motions became more intense. Precum was spilling from his cock in a greater amount but that didn't seem to be noticed by the akita at the moment. Instead, Tyler had brought a paw to his own throbbing cock as it pressed against the inside of his pants. He shoved the clothing down after unzipping it and fished his member out. He began stroking it vigorously and his own excited precum spurted against the bed sheets.
Both dogs had fallen into a kind of trance, one pleasuring the other in a slave-like fashion while the other simply lied back and enjoyed the fevered treatment. The room had been filled with the grunts and groans of them carrying out their lewd acts until Hunter eventually withdrew himself from his reverie and spoke.
“Come here,” the doberman growled with a grin. Tyler's ears perked at the sound of his lover's voice and he slowly pulled back on the spurting cock, pausing to give the tip an extra quick suckle before fully disengaging.
“Hm?” he answered back and tilted his head.
“Come here!” Hunter growled again playfully and grabbed the other dog by the shoulders and hauled him closer. Tyler was forced to straddle his partner at the hips when he came to a rest on the bed. From his undone pants, his cock hung out next to the doberman's, their sizes being quite similar now that they were nearly side by side.
“I want you to ride me,” Hunter clarified as he struggled to push his shirt off of himself.
“Oh?” Tyler chuckled and straightened his back. “I'm not much of a power bottom.”
“Do your best. I don't have the energy to be on top tonight,” the doberman replied and tossed his last article of clothing over the side of the bed. Tyler hesitated for a moment and then shrugged before reaching down to his hips and wiggling out of his own bottoms. He let them join Hunter's shirt and then eased himself into a more comfortable state.
The akita's balls settled down against the doberman's and their shafts rested against each other. Tyler took them both in a conjoined rasp and began to gently stroke up and down. The set of dog dicks began to leak almost immediately and he made sure to smear the clear liquid over their sensitive flesh. He continued that steady pace until he was satisfied with their slippery coverage and then shifted himself up.
Hunter watched with patience as the akita moved farther on his body and then reached back to take a hold of his member. Easing down, the doberman felt his girth push underneath the other's curled tail and against the firm pucker that was there. The tight ring spread around the invading shaft and a renewed wave of pleasure washed over Hunter's mind.
Letting gravity do all the work, Tyler hissed a moan in tandem with the other's low groan. Once he came all he way down on the pulsing girth, the akita began to slowly lift and drop his backside to the other's lap, all the while tensing his pucker to make a sucking motion on the cock within.
Hunter's paws drew up and settled on the akita's thighs and gripped them tightly. The muscle beneath rippled excitedly, and once Tyler saw how much the doberman was enjoying the action, he picked up the pace. With it came an eager grunt and a close eyed expression that told Tyler how well he was doing. It gave him renewed vigor to go even harder.
Pleasured grunts joined with gradually louder moans, the squeak of the bed soon complementing the smacking sound their bodies made when they came together. The doberman's cock pushed as deep as it could go, helped by a firm buck upwards from its owner. The rock hard tip brushed against Tyler's prostate and a charge of ecstasy shot through his core.
The once straight up and down posture of the akita devolved to a bent over state that had him doing less rising and more grinding. It was to the other's pleasure, however, as it allowed Hunter a better angle to thrust up. Despite him not wanting to do much work through the whole endeavour, it seemed as though his own body wouldn't let that slide.
Howls began to spill out from the akita's mouth as his sensitive hole was pounded faster and faster. He could feel Hunter's balls smacking his cheeks with a resounding clap each time he would drive up. His own cock was throbbing and begging to be touched, but his paws were gripping the bed sheets on either side of the doberman's shoulders.
Tyler wasn't aware of how loud he was being until the other dog suddenly clamped a paw over his wide open mouth. “Shush! You're gunna piss the neighbors off,” Hunter said in a loud whisper, his voice breathy and filled with lust.
“S-sorry,” Tyler whispered back and bit his lip as the grinding cock hammered at his insides. He could feel Hunter's knot swelling and pounding at his hole, begging to be let in. The akita wanted nothing less that to be tied down, as so he started to push back just as the doberman would thrust up. The squeaking bed grew louder yet and the thumping of the wooden frame soon became noticed.
Hunter grew to not care about how loud they were becoming once more, seeing as the familiar tinge of an oncoming climax was building, his neighbors would just have to deal with the noise for a few more minutes. It seemed that Tyler had felt the same kind of pressure building at the base of his cock, as he suddenly shot back to a straight posture once more. His dick was standing up like a flagpole, its own knot swollen to the size of an apple as he gripped it tightly with his paw and began to stroke it feverishly.
“F-fuck, I'm gunna cum,” Tyler moaned out.
“Me t-too!” Hunter growled and clenched his eyes and jaws tight. The muscles along his abdomen and arms flexed hard as he poured every last ounce of strength he had into the thrusting motion of his hips. Likewise, Tyler was pushing down with everything that he had.
The akita's beaten pucker eventually gave way, as it often did in such circumstances, and the doberman's thick knot popped inside. The final action had the throbbing girth pressed hard against the akita's prostate and another powerful surge of pleasure coursed through his body. This time it came with a rough jerk forward and a powerful gush of dog cum.
The white fluid arched through the air and landed on Hunter's chest. In the same moment, the doberman's own orgasm struck and the other dog's insides were flooded with jizz. The potent seed filled the tight space and the warmth spread rapidly through Tyler's body. With each resounding spurt there came an accompanying pulse from the akita's own shaft, and before long the other's pecs were covered in a sticky mess.
The growling groans slowly died away as the pleasure and strength of the two canines ebbed in the same manner. Left panting and shivering with aftershocks of bliss, the akita slowly listed forward and caught himself before he could face plant against his lover. Instead, Tyler looked down at the sticky globs of his own cum and leaned down to lap them up.
Hunter was breathing deeply with his eyes closed. His mind was reeling from the explosive release, brought back to the room by the feeling of the other's tongue. He glanced down and smiled lovingly at the other dog as Tyler diligently went about making sure the short black and brown fur was spotless. When he was done, Hunter took the other's face between his paws and pressed their lips together.
Caught slightly off guard, Tyler chuckled and pushed against the other's mouth, their tongues momentarily dancing in the space between. After a few seconds of the passionate embrace, they began to move and gingerly maneuver themselves into lying positions that had the akita's back cradling against the other's front.
Strong arms enveloped the akita's frame and locked around his side. The two pulled the comforter over themselves and Hunter reached out to flick off the nearby light on the bedside table.
“I hope you don't mind alarms, I've got an early day tomorrow,” Hunter said as he pushed his muzzle against the other's neck.
“Ugh, alarms...almost doesn't make the bedtime sex worth it,” Tyler replied with a grin.
“You'll get used to it,” Hunter mumbled, his exhausted body and mind already drifting off to sleep.
“Yeah...” Tyler whispered happily and closed his eyes. Still tied together and a little sore from the rigorous fun they just had, both dogs soon drifted off to dreams with little else said until the early hours of morning.
