Meet Me in the Showers

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 The thick steam that hung in the air did little to mask the overwhelming scent of musk of the many men that hung around in the showers. Their time in the yard was over, a solid two hours of working out in the dry, summer air made every incoming inmate sweaty and seething with testosterone. While there were many prisoners the showers made up a very small section of the facility and so only groups could be let in at a time. The result was that the showers were practically going all day and it made for an interesting sauna-like experience.   
 
  Standing at one side of the wall made seeing the other side of the showers impossible through the haze. In some cases the steam was so thick that each spot almost had its own little veil of privacy. Even if it wasn't, there wasn't much stopping the inmates from delving into their more sexual needs. The showers was the only place inmates from other blocks could mingle that wasn't plainly out in the open, often enough it was taken as an opportunity for couples to get together and fuck for a while.   
 
  In the far back of the showers stood a tall figure, his paws passing a bar of soap around his muscular form in a way that cleaned the sweat and dirt from his body. A doberman by the markings of his canid form, his tail cropped two inches above the base, and his features baring a strong muzzle. There was a myriad of scars across his well toned form, the history of numerous fights and a rough past that had ultimately landed him in this armored building he now called home.   
 
  After a time of thoroughly sudsing every crevice he could reach he stood below the shower nozzle and let the hot water wash away the soapy mixture from his short fur. He slowly closed his one eye, the other having a long scar going through it that stretched from his eyebrow to his jaw. The mark made him look like he was constantly scowling, it might have been why so few would approach him for anything, and in a prison that had high levels of gang activity it was rare for someone to be a loner.   
 
  Just as he began to relax he became suddenly aware of the presence of another individual that had come dangerously close by. He'd have lashed out and cracked their skull if not for the fact that he knew exactly who it was that would dare to come so near. In an act that he certainly wasn't expecting he felt the slick surface of a soap bar press to his back and begin to work in circles against his musculature. He gave an annoyed sigh, the lathering action reaching to his shoulders and even down to his toned rear end.
 
  “You missed a couple spots, Rex,” came a familiar voice.   
 
  “I know that I didn't,” the doberman said with a growl and yipped in surprise as he felt the wet, soap covered paws gently spread his cheeks and stroke a finger against his tailhole. He reeled around in an instant to face the other and glower as hard as he could. The new comer to Rex's little comfortable circle was a brown and white furred coyote, his own hair matted and soaked from a brief shower. It had seemed like he had abandoned his own spot in favor of rinsing off with the doberman, like what was often the case when they were allowed together.   
 
  “You're so sure?” the coyote asked and settled his paws against the other's sheath and began to feel up its hefty size, fingers even drifting to double hold his low hanging sack.   
 
  “Very,” the dog retorted and his visage slowly turned into a much more friendly mask. The coyote wasn't nearly as tall as his friend, probably by about six inches, and not nearly as muscular, but he still wasn't someone to be taken as easy. Still, he was considered Rex's twink and property by law of the yard and no one was willing to challenge the big dog himself for a taste. “Find something you like?” he asked after a minute of silence, his back going under the shower again to wash away the new soapy residue.   
 
  The other, named Luis, gave a shrug and idly pulled the front of the doberman's sheath back to show off some of his soft cock. “Just admiring the artwork. It's been a while,” he replied.   
 
  Rex scoffed and settled both paws on his own hips, not bothering to stop the coyote from doing anything. “It's been a couple of days, hardly a while,” the dog mumbled, just barely audible above the general chatter and commotion of the showers.   
 
  “That's long enough for me,” Luis retorted and leaned his head down to draw his tongue casually across the tip of exposed dick. The doberman didn't even flinch, this was as common place as any general conversation, and not just for him and his booty. Even as he glanced around he could see couples of silhouettes against the steam in various states of sexual activity.   
 
  One inmate had another pinned against the wall. Another was being shared from mouth to ass by two others. A third couple had ended up on the floor and were mutually sucking each other off. Some couples would begin while others ended, rarely was rape a thing that occurred, there was plenty of ass to be had.   
 
  “Mmh, I don't think you've been jacking off at all lately,” Luis remarked as he began to push his lips a bit lower on Rex's emerging prick.   
 
  “Naw, I leave everything for you,” he teased and felt a shiver travel up his back as his boyfriend's inquisitive tongue snuck into his sheath's opening.   
 
  “Such a gentlemen,” the coyote murmured as he began to do his own job of cleaning out the other's very musky sheath. Just as he expected Rex was terrible at such things, he never knew how important it was to clean such a place out. Not that he minded doing it. He was sure the doberman would be lost without his good coyote to keep him in line. Or was it the other way around?   
 
  Inch after inch emerged, freshly covered in saliva until the astounding ten inch pillar was standing fully erect out of its home. In the white haze Luis stared down at his prize with a devious grin, one paw stroking its entire length while the other played with his luscious orbs. They felt so heavy and full, the coyote couldn't wait to drain them.   
 
  Rex's paw came to rest on the other's head between his ears and gave an affectionate scratch. The coyote murred and pushed his muzzle up and into the gentle touching. Their eyes met for a moment and as best he could the doberman gave a wink before nudging his companion's mouth back to the job at hand. Luis complied without a word and his lips were back to nursing on the rock hard pyre of red flesh. He slurped loudly and pushed a few inches into his mouth before he began to get into a bobbing rhythm. Whatever portion of the dog's base that he couldn't completely take, his paw did well to work it over and slather it in spit.   
 
  Precum flowed freely into the coyote's mouth and he swallowed greedily. He loved the musky taste of his partner. If he could have it his way, they'd never shower again and he would personally give Rex's crotch a tongue bath every day. He wouldn't even mind it if he was muzzle locked to the magnificent length of canine perfection for hours at a time. He had in the past, not with Rex, but others before his period within the prison. Those were good times indeed, he missed them dearly.   
 
  He didn't know how long he had been nursing on the doberman's cock, time was often lost when they were having their fun. Rex's incredible endurance was always to blame, and so Luis learned to enjoy the ride for as long as it would last. He felt the delicious dick pull away from his mouth and grasp, its size taken up by its owner's paw for the time being.
 
  “Against the wall. Now,” Rex growled lowly and licked his lips as he looked over the coyote's body, the dampness of his fur accentuated the submissive features that he found to be irresistible. Luis knew the drill all too well. He straightened his back and then pressed it against the wall just to the side of where the shower valves were. The doberman took his time with stepping up to his partner and smirked. The coyote looked up at him with ears splayed against his head, his eyes looking up like a begging pup would.   
 
  Rex lowered down just enough to wrap his paws around the backs of Luis's knees and suddenly hoisted him off of the floor. The action was done so quickly and without strain, but no one would have been surprised. The doberman looked like he could have lifted quite a bit more weight with as much effort.   
 
  The coyote locked his paws together behind the other's neck as best he could and tried not to move as his body was situated. Luis's legs were settled on the dog's hips to help with leverage. It was about then that he felt Rex's cock brush against his rear end. He shivered and let his eyes drift shut, grunting hard as he felt the dick push up between his cheeks. The tapered end braced firmly against his pucker, of which was relaxed and more than willing to take him in.   
 
  Letting gravity do most of the work, the coyote gently slipped from Rex's grasp and became impaled on the spire. With no choice but to take every inch, the coyote whimpered a little as he tried to adjust to the intrusion but his partner was never one for patience. With hardly a word the doberman began to buck and grind his cock in and out of his captured fucktoy.
 
  Luis was never one to hide what he loved, and there was no better feeling than being split on that dog cock. With his legs bent up and practically behind his own ears he became nothing more than a vessel for the canine's aggressive pleasure. He whined and moaned out, most of his noises being drowned out by the cacophony of other showers and fucking that was going on in the wide open area.   
 
  The doberman held a much tougher facade, he hardly made any noise and when he did it was usually a rough growl or grunt as the pleasure built up. His hips slammed quick and firmly against the other's jostling form. Every muscle of his body flexed like a wet Adonis that was posing for a group of art students. Luis knew too well of his physical prowess and if their bit of warming up was any indication, Rex was in for the long haul.   
 
  A few individuals had paused in their showers to look over at the two as they fucked feverishly. As some of the steamy veil would disintegrate, quite a few inmates found the show to be extremely sexy. It was quick to become a frequent occurrence that others would rub their own cocks as the free entertainment played out for all to see.   
 
  Somewhere within the powerful jack hammering movements that the doberman doled out he had begun to grunt and growl from the exertion that each move brought on. Luis had long since given up on trying to control anything, as far as he was concerned he was along to enjoy this ride one inch at a time. The thick dog dick pushed in and out of his wanting hole, going from base to tip at such a speed it looked like a blur from a distance. Accompanied by a sound of applause, Rex's hefty sack struck against the other's ass with the force of an energetic paw.
 
  He adored this treatment like none other. He had toys and other men in the past but no one was able to fill his belly quite like the doberman. Each time he would feel those ten inches push up hard into his bowels his belly would bulge just slightly. It was an incredibly exotic feeling that he was quick to get hooked on. His only concern was that he'd never be able to find the same thing on the outside after his release. He might just have to wait around for Rex to get out as well, which was likely to be much longer.
 
  The dog's paws had turned to grab the coyote by his rear end, forcing his butt cheeks to be completely splayed open. Rex pushed his body and weight firmly against the other's, ultimately mashing him into the hard cement wall. Luis would have been uncomfortable in any other situation but the added pressure was a welcomed feeling. It was also indication that Rex was getting close to cumming. He'd never give any real warning after all, in a lot of ways he was a very selfish lower but the coyote could pick up on many signs.   
 
  Locked into position and still baring the brunt of the other's strength, the slamming movements Luis felt made his orgasm quickly approach. It had only taken about a half hour, but the constant internal stroking of his prostate coaxed his own hard cock to spray a jet of cum between them. He howled pitifully and grunted, his mind swimming in a pool of bliss that was only complete by feeling the dog's own burst of semen flood his insides.   
 
  With teeth locked and his eye tightly shut, Rex let out a snarl that would have intimidated anyone else. His fully swelled knot hammered at the coyote's asshole, threatening to go in but never succeeding. Even in the midst of the hot room Luis felt hotter. He his body relax, his entrance receiving a few extra hard bucks to gush the remaining globs and strings of cum from the doberman's spent sack.   
 
  Panting hard, Rex took a step back and let his arms loosen to let the coyote down. With wobbling legs the other slowly found a footing and rested back against the wall, his heart pounding from exhaustion. The dog watched over his partner with an affectionate stare, a smile playing over his mouth as he stepped up and nuzzled against Luis's neck. He tried to return the gesture but he found himself to be quite sore.   
 
  Before they both stepped back underneath the shower head, the doberman collected a bit of the cum that stained his belly and licked it from his finger. It was an action that caught Luis's attention and another wink was had from the doberman as best he could. Another group of prisoners had come in from the yard and with it another round of pungent musk that was quick to fill the shower area. They cleaned themselves up fast enough and went out into the main area to collect their clothes.   
 
  Like any other time, when they were dressed in their traditional orange clothing the guards courted them off into their separate wings of the prison. No longing last gaze was had, they both knew this wasn't going to be the last time they'd see each other. Not by a long shot. Instead they held onto the memory of their sexually charged meeting and just a few minutes in their own cells the longing of another good fuck was quick to be felt. All the more to be pent up and released in the showers again.