Meet Me in the Parking Lot

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The call of insects and amphibians from the nearby river echoed out to the open, night sky. From the road, cars drove past but not many, as the evening had progressed to a point that many people were going to sleep. That wasn't the case for a parking lot off to the side of a restaurant that had closed for the evening. Set against a backdrop of trees, the black Sedan was difficult to see, as a slight shadow from the foliage was cast across its size.   
 
  Leaning against the vehicle was it's owner, a tall individual that slowly took draws from a lit cigarette as he waited for his friend to arrive on the scene. Few street lamps were around, but from what little illumination was offered by the crescent moon and the star filled sky, it was easy to see that he was a very fit akita.   
 
  Though not easily seen behind his loose fit T-shirt and blue jeans, this dog took very good care of himself, having a regular workout routine that kept him busy and very healthy diet. Despite his obvious addiction, he was the epitome of fitness. Perhaps the only one that took care of their body more than him was the owner of the Yellow Ford Fusion that turned into the parking lot and approached at a slow roll.
 
  The bright headlights flashed over the dog's form, his blue eyes squinting and a paw lifting to shield his view. He was a very handsome individual, his light brown over coat mixing smoothly into the white fur of his belly and arms. As the new vehicle slowly parked in the space next to his car, he flicked the cigarette away and smothered it with his shoe.   
 
  Silence took over again when the engine was cut and the headlights turned off. The door creaked open and the akita watched with a wanting smile as he saw a very familiar doberman step out from the driver's side.   
 
  The black and brown furred canine held a lot of the same features as his friend, deviously good looking with a strong jawline and intelligent eyes. His frame was solid and strong, the result of many longs hours weight lifting and staying active. Unlike his friend however, he was more more professionally dressed. Dress pants, a dress shirt, and a tie accentuated his form, everything fitting perfectly to his maintained form. He didn't quite wear the same happy expression on his face, instead having one that conveyed a bit of irritation.
 
  “Hunter!” the akita said as his smile turned into a grin. “It's like pulling teeth to get you out of your house,”
 
  “Cut the shit, Tyler, you know our rules,” the doberman said with a low growl and took his cellphone out from the pocket of his pants. “Don't text me on this phone! I can't afford a divorce right now if Mary finds out what the fuck we're doing.”
 
  “Well, you don't ever answer me on your other phone! Besides, I missed you,” Tyler retorted and folded his paws over his angular chest.   
 
  Hunter gave an exasperated sigh and his hard expression became a bit softer. “We see each other pretty much ever day at the gym.”
 
  “You know what I mean!” the akita grumbled. “I'm tired of us not getting away to be intimate like we used to. It used to happen every weekend, now we're lucky if it happens every other month,” he continued as he stepped around his vehicle to join the other dog. When he got around he rested his backside against his own vehicle.   
 
  “Thing's have been busy, especially at home and at the office,” the doberman explained.   
 
  “Speaking of, is that where you just came from?” Tyler said with a smirk, looking the other up and down.   
 
  “Yeah, kind of. Why?” he asked with another growl.   
 
  “Oh, it's nothing! I just think you look sexy with a folded collar and tie,” the akita defended and put his paws up. The doberman stared the other in the eyes, and as hard as he tried to keep a glare maintained, something about his friend always made his facade break.   
 
  “God damn it, Tyler,” Hunter said with a smirk and stroked his other paw over his face and against his cheek. “Look, I told Mary that I was going out to get some groceries, so whatever we're gunna do, we have to do it quick,” he remarked. The sound of his lover's words made the akita's heart leap with joy.   
 
  “Oh I don't think that'll be a problem,” Tyler said and stepped closer, paws coming up from his sides to settle against the other's hips. Hunter relaxed a bit more as the two came together, their muzzles coming close to share in a passionate kiss that had their heads tilting and their lips melding close. Tyler missed his friend's taste and smell, a combination of earthy tones and cologne. He wanted nothing more to bath in it and be marked.   
 
  Hunter gave a soft moan, affording the other the opportunity to slip his tongue between the other's lips. The two mingled within each other's mouths, the akita's paws coming up to gently rest on the other's shoulders. Tyler felt his sides get caressed, their bodies pressed very close together with the doberman's being just an inch or two taller.   
 
  Without warning, Hunter pulled away and smirked as he stared into the other canine's dazed eyes. “Hmm, what did you tell Abby?” he asked, of course referring to the akita's own wife.   
 
  “I told her I was just going out to get some cigarettes,” he confessed and tilted his head. “Why?”
 
  “Well, it's just that we both seem to be on a bit of a crunch for time,” Hunter explained and let his paws slip down to feel over the other's muscular rear end, the pants doing well to show off the toned curve of his butt.   
 
  “Hmm all right then,” Tyler said with a smirk, “What do you suggest we do?”
 
  “Well, how about you get down on your knees for me,” the other replied with a grin and let one paw came back to the front of his pants, working quick to undo the leather belt at his waist. The akita didn't need any further coercion, he instantly went down to his knees and his face began to nuzzle against the other's crotch. Hunter slipped his cellphone back in his pocket just as the belt came undone and his dress pants dropped down to his knees, revealing a pair of dark blue boxer-briefs that clung to his inner thigh.
 
  Tyler pushed his nose up against the prominent sheath bulge and took a deep breath, his eyes giving a pleasured roll. Hunter chuckled and hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of his underwear and pushed them down as well. With his large sheath and impressive sack out in the open, the akita had full range of his friend's genitals. He planted a big kiss against the dog's balls, his face pressing against them which sent tingles up the doberman's groin.   
 
  Tyler huffed and murred, one paw coming up to stroke over the thick sheath and the prized cock that was still hidden away. He knew in due time that he'd get it free, but for now he was still worshiping the dog's sack. During one of his excited nuzzles he dipped his nose down and pushed his face up between the muscular things, nuzzling at Hunter's taint and inadvertently settling those heavy orbs over the bridge of his nose.   
 
  “Mmmh, someone hasn't showered today,” Tyler said after pulling his face back to admire the gorgeous sight of that black and brown furred package. The whole treatment had caused the doberman to blush something fierce.   
 
  “Oh, uh...you  don't think we'll get spotted here, do you?” he asked with a moan as he felt his friend's paws come back up to weigh his balls and stroke at his sheath to coax his cock to come out.   
 
  “Hehe, fuck no! We're perfectly fine, what's there to worry about?” Tyler asked as he kissed up the sheath and pushed his lips down against the furry opening. His tongue was greeted with the musky canine tip from within.   
 
  “Mmh...I could see some police...thinking we're doing a drug deal or something,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes drawing half shut as he watched his friend fawn over his genitals. “Oooh, such a good boy.”   
 
  Blood rushed to the doberman's sheath, the member inside swelling considerably as the akita continued to bury his nose against the taint and sack. He'd often pull back just enough to give those luscious orbs a few good licks, making Hunter moan out and squirm. Tyler's paw never stopped stroking at his pouch, and when the first few inches of rigid dog cock were exposed he wrapped his fingers around them and pumped.   
 
  To an impressive length of about eight inches, Hunter's cock throbbed from its home, covered in a layer of his own musk that made it slick with its own unique flavor. Tyler didn't waste any time, he brought his mouth from the swaying orbs and admired the pyre of canine perfection. How it glistened, even in the low light of their surroundings, still made it look stunning. He leaned up enough to angle the shaft to his lips and went right to work.
 
  The rock hard girth disappeared down his throat, every last bit slipping past his lips in a single motion. Hunter groaned and both paws went to the back of the akita's head, feeling over the soft fur and his perked ears. He was bobbing after the initial gulp, his tongue dancing around the tasty surface and cleaning away the musky residue. He swallowed down what he had collected in his maw before he went back to slurping.   
 
  The sound of Tyler's fixation was a bit louder than Hunter would have liked, he was always nervous how things could turn south really fast. Despite his mind wondering to other places, he wasn't able to forget about the throbbing pleasure that coerced up from his pelvis. Tyler smacked and moaned loudly, between bouts of him gulping around his friend's cock, he would often pull off for air. He loved to smear his slick spit all over that throbbing dick, make it extra sloppy as he licked at the edge of his mouth.   
 
  In a way that showed his dominance, Hunter would often have to take the other dog by the back of the head and guide his mouth back. He'd always comply of course, but Hunter didn't like it when his cock got a bit chilly. The akita would often test himself, deep throating his friend was how he did it, and every time the long shaft would cause him to stop breathing.   
 
  It was times like these that his throat would gag and convulse to really do an incredible job of milking his friend. Hunter was always thrown into a frenzy when this would go on, His paws holding either side of the other's head, moans and grunts of pure joy escaping him as he was serviced so well. During a particularly lengthy deep throat session, Hunter didn't quite realize that he was holding the akita down, and so a slight struggle ensued when Tyler's lungs began to burn. It took a forceful push from the submissive male to dislodge himself, and when he did he gasped for air.   
 
  “Ah! Sorry,” Hunter said while panting and shivered again. Strings of saliva stuck between the akita's mouth and the rigid member. The doberman looked over his friend and a grin grew over his face. “How about you get up and I give you a nice pounding?”   
 
  Tyler was more than happy to comply. He stood up quickly and began to rapidly take off his bottoms. While Hunter watched, he stepped out of his own, leaving him completely naked below the waist. In a matter of seconds, they were ready to  progress things to a much more intimate level.   
 
  “How do you want me?” Tyler asked as he came to stand up close to the doberman, his paws resting on the others chest as he stared up lustfully into the other's eyes.   
 
  “Hmm, we can't fuck in the backseat,” Hunter mentioned, remember past experiences where the two found that the inside of a car afforded them no room at all. “So how about I bend you over the hood?”
 
  “That sounds like a great idea!” Tyler barked and trotted over to the front of Hunter's Ford and let his front fall against the curved, metal panel. The doberman followed close behind, admiring the view of his friend's bent over state, ass up and legs splayed to show off his own sack and erect cock that dangled from its home between his thighs. Hunter took his shaft by the base and gave it a stroke as he came up closer. With his other paw he gave his middle and index fingers a long lick, getting them nice and wet before he brought them down between the akita's butt cheeks.   
 
  With the tan, curled tail already lifted out of the way, his tailhole was fully exposed and very accessible. He pressed his wet digits against the puckered ring and rubbed a circle around the surface, even slipping a finger all the way in to make the akita moan out and wiggle his hips. Hunter grinned and stepped closer. He braced both paws against the other's butt and spread his cheeks a little more, just enough for him to brace his tapered dog cock against the hole.
 
  Tyler tried to relax as best that he could, but found that their time apart had caused him to be a bit tighter than they were both expecting. The doberman gritted his teeth as the first two inches pushed inside, the akita groaning out and gritting his teeth as his muscular ass took in every bit he had to offer. They shifted slightly, Hunter taking his time to let his friend get used to the new intrusion. Despite the initial twinge of pain, Tyler loved nothing more than to feel the strong male's body behind him and penetrating his hole.   
 
  What seemed like an eternity ticked by before their pelvises were pressed firmly against one another. The akita gave a shuddering sigh and moan, feeling rather full already, and they hadn't even begun to have fun yet! Hunter licked his lips, enjoying the view from this angle, the imagery of his closet lover getting  fucked only made him harder and even a bit more aggressive. Whether or not Tyler was ready, the other dog began to move.   
 
  At first starting with a slow pace, the doberman's hips began to quickly pick up speed. It was a rough rutting action that clapped whenever their bodies would clash. Every time he would press his body forward Tyler would moan out, though he tried to keep himself quiet. There had been times in the past when neither guy would be censored, and their passionate howls could be heard for miles.   
 
  Most of all, Hunter had to remind himself. He had leaned his body over the other's form and was driving in hard against his ass. He loved how wet and tight his insides were, how his ring would flex every time he'd  push every last bit of himself inside. He was working in a motion that almost had his whole cock slipping free, but it never once did.   
 
  His strong paws moved up the other's form, pushing his shirt up enough to show off the akita's strong back. With himself so far over, Hunter had to lift his leg and set his foot against the car's bumper, allowing him to angle his cock. The pleasure that began to hit the submissive male was greater and sent waves of ecstatic pressure through his belly. He could feel his prostate getting rubbed, something that he seemed to only reach with special toys. Tyler made a mental note for them to fuck in this position again in the future.   
 
  Their balls smacked hard, about comparable in size, though the doberman's did seem to be a bit larger. The akita loved this sensation. He loved being dominated and bred like a bitch in heat, but in all honesty he'd never let anyone else touch him like this. Hunter was special in that he had been the akita's first gay experience, and ever since then the two had been pretty inseparable. It was as if a switch had been turned on in his mind and he came to realize that he had been living a lie for most of his life. Despite a marriage of five years to a beautiful woman, it wasn't what he wanted. Hunter had similar experiences.   
 
  “Oooh yes! Fuck me, Hunter!”  the akita moaned out and pressed back, shifting his rear end to grind on the other's lap every time he would push inside. The doberman had begun to trade speed for strength, and the slam of their pelvises together made a very loud smack. Tyler had managed to free a paw and dipped it down between his legs to touch at his own aching cock. While he was anally serviced, he rubbed at his own shaft, coaxing a steady stream of pre cum to flow from the tip.   
 
  The two developed a rigorous rhythm, hips driving in and grinding against the akita's milking hole as he pushed back. Hunter began to press his weight hard against the other's form, loving every bit of his tight depths. He had begun to get lost in the intoxicating sensation. His form still leaned over, his muscular chest heaving as he rutted away like a feral might over his bitch. He was growling hard and shifting his stance, a purely animalistic mindset taking over.   
 
  Tyler moaned hotly and stared back over his shoulder at his lover. His paw worked at his own tapered cock feverishly, the combination of his prostate getting hammered with his own tugging action promised a rapidly approaching orgasm. Every breath brought with it a groan, his muscles flexing and his fur beginning to raise as he arched his back up into the others chest.   
 
  The two had begun to develop  a layer of perspiration that started to pool and run down their rippled forms. A slight, consistent drip had formed from the doberman's noes and fell against the other dog's back. The car creaked with every slam their combined weight would deliver, the whole vehicle bouncing in its spot. With precum beginning to slip out from around Hunter's cock, the sharp smacking of their forms only grew louder.   
 
  Inhibitions were quick to be lost, the control of their voices soon following. They didn't seem to care who heard, they were growling and snarling as the heat rose to a whole new level.  The knot at the base of Hunter's cock was beginning to form and pound away at the akita's tailhole. At first it had started to slip in and out, giving the puckered ring a bit of extra pleasure and pressure, but as it began to swell things became tougher.   
 
  It was a sensation that seemed to sneak up on both of them, but when it was fully realized there came a whole new volley and howls and barks. It started with Hunter's knot slipping inside of the akita's ass and growing to the point that it couldn't get out. The sudden locked caused the doberman into a frenzy of rapid bucking that had his hips rolling in a blur of motion. The incredibly euphoric feeling of being tied together was what sent Tyler over the edge.   
 
  “A-aah! I'm cumming!” the akita cried out with wide eyes, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out as he breathed heavily. He was working his cock so hard and fast he hadn't realized that his own knot had formed, and when the other's cock relayed a constant, heavy pressure that ground into his prostate, there was no other way for things to end. He clenched back hard and his body shook and shivered as the exquisite feeling surged through his groin and up through his cock.   
 
  Cum sprayed from the tip in a thick, sticky mess. Every time Tyler's cock would flex a new salvo would splatter across the car's hood, the milky substance dripping down over the vehicle's side and accenting the light color. The shivering and convulsing actions of the dog beneath him was quick to send the doberman hurdling into his climax. Lodged so firmly, his sack contract up closer to his groin and a massive eruption of his virile seed flooded the other's rear end. He howled out and arched his back, his head tilted up with his nose aimed at the sky.   
 
  Every muscle tensed and he continued to rut himself. Strings and globs of his jizz were sent deep within the other's tight bowels, a surprisingly large pool forming within. The akita could feel every drop, how it would slosh around inside of him when they would move. It felt so incredible, the fullness that Hunter's huge cock provided was a feeling that he never wanted to get rid of. Perhaps at another time, but as their shivering, ecstatic moment began to wind down, they were both aware that time was still against them.   
 
  Being tied would have normally promised about a half hour of being stuck together, but that was something neither could afford. Tyler, still panting, braced himself and began to push back against the doberman's cock. Hunter flexed his abs and planted his feet on the ground. With the two straining and drawing away from each other, the job of deflating wasn't needed. With one hard heave, the doberman's cock popped free rather loudly, and with it a spray of dog cum that splashed to the parking lot asphalt.   
 
  Hunter stumbled back and shivered as the warm, night air hit his cock. He turned his eyes from his own sloppy pyre to his still bent over friend. With an ass that gaped and flexed from having n apple sized object pulled free, the akita began to slowly move and get up from his spot. The two shared an affectionate look, eyes locked with a mutual smile.   
 
  When it was finally time to leave, things were sluggish. Clothes were reluctantly pulled on and the two stole a moment to calm down and nuzzle at each other. “I promise we'll spend more time together soon,” Hunter said as they embraced and held each other for a moment longer.   
 
  “Thank you,” Tyler replied. Before they went their separate ways, they gave one last passionate kiss. Pulling out of the parking lot, Hunter stole one last look in his rear view mirror of the akita getting into his vehicle. The ride home was silent, many things were swirling around within the doberman's head. So much activity passed behind his eyes that he had entered a daze, and hadn't quite realized that he had arrived home until he was pulling into the driveway.   
 
  He took a deep breath and looked himself over in the flip down mirror to make sure nothing looked too out of place. When he was satisfied he got out and entered the front door of his house. “Mary? I'm home!” he called out and dropped his ring of keys in the little ceramic bowl next to the door.   
 
  “Welcome back!” a young, girly voice called from the kitchen. He followed the sound of his wife's activity and came to find her loading dishes into the dishwasher. She was a doberman, similar to him, and she turned with a smile when she felt his presence come near. When she spotted him with nothing in tow, her lips turned down. “Where's the groceries?”