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nose to good use.", "writing": "\nThe Janitor's Secret II\n\nDustin took a deep breath as the classroom door shut behind him. The bathroom is at the end of the long middle- school hallway, and with any luck there's no furs inside. With any luck the german shepherd can lock himself in a stall, pull down his jeans, whip out his cock, and jerk it to completion. He didn't have time to 'relieve' himself this morning, and all he could think about was Lou, that creepy, hot stocky boar janitor. How he had stuffed him in a dirty duffel bag, trussed him up in rope and tape then used him like a sweat rag, how after he serviced his thick cock, the boar made out with him. His thick hands manhandling the thirteen-year old, flipping him over and sloppily eating out his rear like it was his last meal...\n\nHes basically at the bathroom door, and it's being opened. It's...[i]'Ah, it's Wally[/i].' The white mountain goat who he's pretty sure is his friend? They both played sports and sat at the same table at lunch since sixth grade. They had been fast friends then, hanging out at each others houses when Dustin was finished with soccer practice and Wally got out of football practice. They would spend weekends riding bikes around town, playing in the old quarry and stopping by Doctor Lemon's lemonade. But now in eighth grade, Wally had changed a bit. He was getting gassed up by his football coaches and fellow players alike, and it had kind of turned him into a bully. Not to Dustin, a fellow sports-player, but to kids who didn't know how to stand up for themselves.\n\nHe didn't know how to bring up that it made him feel weird. It didn't help that Wally [i]himself [/i]made him feel weird. He knew why - he was looking at the reason right now. Wally was working on his muscles, and he was showing them off, the way he only wore athletic shorts and a sleeveless band tee.\n\nHis already flushed face grew hotter as he spoke. \"Hey man.\" His voice cracked, feeling flustered. He hoped the goat didn't notice.\n\nThe goat flicked his head up a little as a greeting. \"Ignore the blubbering baby in there.\"\n\nThat snaps the dog out of it, and he cocks his head to the side.\n\n\"Roly-poly Paul. Didn't even punch the kid or anything.\" The hefty bear. The black bear whose scent he's been particularly [i]keen [/i]on in the locker room. The one whose wide black socks fit right over his muzzle...\n\n\"Oh...Uh, ok. I r-really gotta piss.\"\n\nThe bathroom is oddly lit, but clean. There are only two stalls, but one is broken, and the other one - the handicapped stall - came with a quiet sobbing. Dustin's thoughts were all over the place. [i]Why did he have to cry in here, now? Why was there only ONE working stall in this bathroom that serviced half the school? ...How do I make this work so I can nut?[/i]\n\n\"Uhh...\" He gently pushes the big stall's door open.\n\nNext to the toilet, Paul is sitting against the wall, his face buried in his knees. He lifts his head up and sees Dustin, then wears a scared expression on his face.\n\n\"You gonna make fun of me, too?\"\n\n\"No.\" His heart is racing. It didn't feel right to see the bear so sad, the fur beneath his eyes wet with tears.\n\n\"Well you're always hanging around that asshole.\" '[i]He's got me there.' [/i]\n\n\"I know I am. I'm kind of regretting it a little bit.\" The bear looks away and Dustin takes that moment to sit down next to him.\n\n\"Um... If people are making fun of you that's...not right, okay?\" He's never had to console someone before, but that sounded right. Teasing among friends, that's fine. But just calling someone fat with no context - something Wally liked to do an awful lot - it was just hurtful and stupid. And besides, there was nothing wrong with a thicker guy...\n\n\"I just wish there were any other bears in my grade, nobody gets that this is just...this is how I am! I'm not a friggin' roly poly... And no girls ever talk to me...\"\n\n\"Why do you need girls to talk to?\" He leans in, puts a paw on the bears shoulder. He doesn't flinch.\n\n\"You...you know...\" Dustin cocks his head sideways. He'd like to hear the answer, but the bear is struggling to get it out. \"I want to have a girlfriend for high school, okay? Should that be that hard?\"\n\n\"Does it have to be a girlfriend?\" He leans in with his muzzle inches from the bears face. He just wants Paul to look at him. Wants to make the bear feel better about himself, and maybe share in the dog's need for relief...\n\n\"W-what?\" The bears ears flick back, and his eyes dart away from the dog for a moment. Maybe this wasn't the best time to admit his desires, but his heart was telling him it was now or never.\n\n...No, that's his dick speaking. His heart is racing and he's trying his hardest to breath normally, but he can't ignore the [i]ache [/i]in his cock growing stronger and stronger.\n\n\"Dustin?\" The bear is looking at him now, their eyes locked.\n\n\"I think you look great.\" He leans in further and lets his leathery nose touch the bears.\n\nThe first time he ever got a kiss was from the old boar two days ago, and it felt like an act of aggression. His tongue was wrestled into submission by the older man and all he could do was moan with lust as one big hand cupped the back of his head, keeping the two muzzles pressed together. It was hot, yeah, but it was a little scary.\n\nHe doesn't want to scare Paul.\n\nBefore he can close the gap between their lips Paul does the job, closing his eyes and giving him a quick two-second smooch. His kiss tastes like citrus. Like he had just snacked on a tangerine. The scent lingers in his nostrils - the gentleness of it has him taken aback. They've locked eyes again. Dustin wonders if Paul has noticed the raging boner in his pants. [i]'Take it slow.' [/i]\n\nWithout words, Dustin returns the favor. He closes his eyes and lets their lips brush again, but this time he prods gently with his tongue. He doesn't force the bear to stick with the kiss, just letting one hand roam over his belly and nothing more. His prodding is welcomed with Paul's own tongue, and Dustin can't help but let out a little whimper. His boner is [i]throbbing[/i]. He feels a hand run over his chest too. The dog grabs it and pulls it down to his jeans.\n\nPaul breaks the kiss.\n\n\"I am so...pent up right now, dude.\" Dustin looks down and sees a tent in the bears cargo shorts.\n\n\"Looks like you are, too.\" Paul's ahead of him now, unbuttoning the jeans on the shepherd and tugging them down. Dustin does likewise and feels out the bears thick rod and balls. He can't hold himself back - after giving them a good tug, and rubbing his whole hand over the stiffening dick, he brings his palm to his hands and inhales. Paul is already working over Dustin's slicked appendage, and the pure scent of the bears crotch could put him over the edge.\n\n\"Wait! Wait. Let me get you close first.\" He spits into his palm a couple times, then works the bears shaft until its slick and wet.\n\n\"Can I kiss you again?\" It comes from Paul as the pairs cheeks are brushing. Dustin pulls back and looks at Paul with a smile.\n\n\"Absolutely.\" This time the two meet each other with a little more force, and Dustin is less afraid to be aggressive in his tongue-wrassling. He feels a hand around his midsection hugging him tightly, the bear practically singing into his maw while he worked over Pauls prick. Their breathing gets heavier and heavier. Sometimes Paul's hand reaches up to Dustins head and scratches right behind his ears. He didn't know how good it felt to get this kind of attention, and to give it at the same time.\n\nAs long as Paul was humming with bliss and thrusting into his hand, he figured he was doing something right. They keep at it for a couple minutes before the bear pulls away.\n\n\"I'm, i'm gonna cum. I'm close.\" The two of them are panting, each heavy with the need to release.\n\n\"So am I, dude. Can you lift your arm up for me?\" He [i]needed [/i]to know what it stank like in there.\n\n\"Like this?\" His canine nose twitches, immediately picking up on Pauls scent. It isn't strong - it's only 11 in the morning - but it's there and he wants to be as close to the source as he can.\n\nWithout warning, he sticks his face under the bears arm. Paul giggles, finding the wet nose a little ticklish.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" The bear seems surprised.\"Paul, [i]please, [/i]jerkmeoffrightnow-\" He rushes the sentence so he can breath in Pauls odor. It's lovely. Not as strong as the boar, but god bless this black bear for not using deodorant.\n\nPaul, in the middle of a handjob, wants to laugh at the situation. But Dustin clearly enjoyed how he smelled, and who was he to deny that? Besides, the canine did just give him his first kiss. He could mull over that later. In the here and now, he starts pumping Dustin's cock like his life depended on it. And he could feel Dustins paw matching his speed.\n\nDustin's climax came first. He felt the dog inhale so deep it almost felt like a vacuum taken to his armpit, and then something splattered onto his paw. Dustin let out a high-pitched whimper into Paul's fur as jet after jet of teen canine spunk left his dick.\n\nSeeing how pleasurable this all made Dustin put the bear over the edge too, and he has to put a hand over his muzzle to stop from yelling. He hadn't jerked off in a few days, and the dog coming to his rescue like this only to find something about [i]him, [/i]of all people,[i] [/i]irresistible made his dick light up. From behind his paw he calls out -\n\n\"Dustin, fuuuuck, thank you, thank you thank you thank you...\"\n\nThe dog rubbed his belly in circles again, a relaxing feeling. A nice feeling.\n\nWhen he finishes, the paw drops from his face. He's taking deep breaths.\n\n\"That...was awesome.\" He watches the shepherd unroll some toilet paper and wipe down his pelvis.\n\n\"Yeah. Uh, can I have your phone number?\" Dustin's moving with a sense of urgency, feeling like its been too long to be in the bathroom. He doesn't want to get caught in here by a teacher - or the janitor.\n\n\"Sure. You really...like how I smell?\"\n\nDustin sighed. He might as well come clean now.\n\n\"Uh, you know how your socks went missing two days ago?\"\n\n\"That was you?\" The bear says incredulously. Dustins face runs hot with shame.\n\n\"Yeah. Sorry...\"\n\n\"Well... This was a good trade, I think.\" The bear holds out his phone, his number on the screen. Dustin hastily puts it into his contacts.\n\n\"I'd say so.\" He opens the stall door and turns around. \"If Wally gives you any trouble, let me know. Okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah! Will do.\" Paul's got a wide smile on his face. [i]'Like he's the happiest kid in the world, or somethin'.[/i]\n\nDustin can't help but give him one more kiss, a peck on the cheek. It makes both of their faces flush.\n\n\"Talk to you later.\"\n\nHe steps out of the bathroom, but his heart stops at who he sees.\n\n\"Heard there was a broken stall. Heard some other stuff going on, too.\"\n\nIt's the boar. Lou. He's got a big grin on his face, like he had heard everything that just happened in there.\n\n\"Uh. Yeah. I- I gotta go!\" He sprints down the hallway, not thinking about who might see him running like his life depended on it. He doesn't know how to face the janitor yet.\n\nWhen he sits down in his desk, he hears his phone vibrate. It's a text[i]...[/i]From an unknown number. It's Lou. [i]'Saturday. 12. I'll be by the door where the band practices.'[/i]\n\nWell, it's Saturday. And what a week it's been. On Monday he's kidnapped by a janitor who shares his sweaty foot fetish, on Thursday he gives his crush their first kiss and handjob, and now he's willingly walking into school on a weekend to go [i]back [/i]to the janitor.\n\n\"Hey kid.\" Lou pops his head out from one of the schools little side doors, beckoning him in.\n\n\"Hi.\" His tone is flat.\n\n\"You told your folks you're with that goat, right?\"\n\n\"Mhm.\" He also told Paul he couldn't hang out today, but he didn't tell him why that was.\n\n\"I'm just finishing up, alright? Then I wanna show you something.\" Dustin nods, then sits down in a desk. Instead of playing with his phone like he normally would, he finds his eyes drawn to the bent over boar, trying to fix something with the baseboard heater. He can see his ass crack through a pair of ill-fitting jeans. He can also see the band of a jockstrap right above it. [i]'I wonder what it's like...'[/i]\n\n\"That bear that came outta the bathroom. You like him?\" Lou snaps him out of his fantasy with a real head scratcher. He's not sure how to answer that, and he's not sure he would tell the janitor. He furrows his brow, remaining silent.\n\nLou turns his head.\n\n\"Don't play dumb with me, I heard you talkin' bout him in the locker room with that goat friend of yours last week.\"\n\nAnd he felt bad whenever Wally dunked on him. It wasn't right. He was just a quiet nerd. Wally didn't have to be rude to the bear just because he was in a different clique. He really [i]should [/i]stand up for him next time.\n\n\"He was back in the locker rooms when I had you in my trunk. I watched him look for his socks, hehehe...\"\n\nDustin looks away sheepishly. Yeah, he also liked how big his feet were. And by proxy, how wide his socks were...Screw it.\n\n\"Yeah, OK, I like him. Why do you care?\"\n\n\"I'm just wonderin' if he shares your [i]good taste[/i] is all.\"\n\n\"Look. I like him, but I don't know him that well, OK? I don't...I don't really know what he likes, um, sexually.\"\n\n\"Well, you should find out! If he likes how your balls smell, I bet he likes how the [i]rest [/i]of you smell, too.\" The boar laughs a smokers laugh.\n\nDustin might've been a bit thick in the skull, but he wasn't born yesterday. The pervert already got [i]him[/i] hooked - he wasn't going to ruin his new friendship with Paul before it hardly began. He stays silent.\n\nThe boar doesn't press any further.\n\nThe pair walk down the hall and take a left into a skinnier hallway. This one has doors to two windowless classrooms, and on the other side a janitors closet.\n\n\"They only use these classrooms in the summer, so no one should see you come in.\" He puts his hand out, and in his fingers is a key.\n\n\"Why are you giving this to me?\"\n\n\"Because I know how you left my basement, and I know what you were thinkin' when you were smoochin up your new friend in the bathroom. You love a [i]real [/i]mans scent, don't you boy?\"\n\nHe nods his head, feeling his face grow hot.\n\n\"Then maybe if you're feeling needy, you can send me a message and we convene in here, hm?\"\n\n\"That sounds...good.\"\n\nLou unlocks the door and pulls Dustin inside. It's bigger than just a closet, more like a ten foot by ten foot square room. Janitorial equipment lines the walls and the smell is vaguely chemical. One corner of the room smells more like Lou, though. He spies the big duffel bag that previously held him captive laying on the ground. It's next to a metal folding chair and a small table with a radio on it.\n\n\"Yeah, we could get up to some funny business in here, don'tcha think?\"\n\nHe's stuck looking at the big grey duffel bag.\n\n\"Oh, you loved how that smelled, didn't you?\" The boar is looming over him, big paws massaging his shoulders.\n\n\"What if I told you to strip right now, down to nothing, then lay in it for Papa Lou, hm?\" He instinctively leans back into the boars big belly, gulping.\n\n\"I could do that.\"\n\n\"Then do it, kid. Strip.\" Dustin doesn't hesitate, and the heat of shame rises in his cheeks. He wasn't supposed to be doing this, but the big boar knew exactly what buttons to push. Lou knows the dogs sniffer is as sensitive as they come, and if Dustin loves the smell of a hard-working unwashed man, then he could give the kid that in spades.\n\nHe feels the boar pull down his pants for him and he steps out of them, then takes off his underwear. His dick is rising - not at full mast, but the situation was definitely. exciting him. His back is still against Lou's belly when one big boar paw rubs his balls and taint. That same paw goes up to his nose, and Dustin inhales. His own scent, familiar, is less pungent and odorous than Lou's. Post-workout was a different story, but it was still relaxing to breathe in when every other smell was full-on boar.\n\nLou pushed down gently on the boys shoulders, and he took the hint. He sat down on his butt and then laid back into the big red and grey duffel bag. His knees are scrunched up but he knows that zipper could close with no problem.\n\nHold out your hands, kid. Dustin does, and the boar slaps a pair of metal handcuffs on them. It's a little thing, but it's enough to make Dustin feel even more helpless.\n\nWithout a word, the boar shucks off his boots and holds one sweaty, socked foot high above his face.\n\n\"Bark for me, boy.\"\n\n\"Wrooof...\" It was a quiet, reserved woof. He was scared of being too noisy.\"LOUDER, BOY! And dont stop until I smother that nose with my sock. No one'll hear, promise.\"\n\nDustin pauses for a second, as if trying to compute the situation as if this was something that happened every day. It doesn't take him long to realize he would do whatever the janitor told him if it meant getting that dirty sock rubbed all over his face.\n\n\"Wruff!! Woof, woof! Arrruufff!\" Dustin doesn't let up and the boar lets out a scratchy laugh. His paw descends slowly enough that Dustin has time to bark one more time, as loud as he could as a [i]thank you[/i]. Lou wiggles his foot around, making sure the dog's fur would have boar sock smell lingering on it. His red rocket is fully hard now, and Lou's managed to sit down in his chair. His other foot, also socked, steps down gently. He hears the dog moan, and loud.\n\n\"You love this so much, don't you? You love how wrong it is. How dangerous it is. I could zip you up in there right now and take you home, leave you in my basement for the rest of your days. Treat you like a celebrity, I'd do that. I'd give you everything you want.\" He leans down, grabs one of his boots and puts it over the boys muzzle. Dustins stiff dick twitches. [i]'Yeah, this perverted boar knows exactly what I like...So embarrassing...[/i]\n\n\"All the sweaty socks and jockstraps and boots you could ever need. All the sloppy kisses and tongue action and hard-working pits in the world, for you boy. My fat cock, the only one ever in your mouth because you love it. My meat gets your mouth [i]watering [/i]boy, and it gets [i]your [/i]meat hard as a rock.\" The dog mindlessly humps into the boars big footpaw. [i]'It does, god I want to suck it again so bad...[/i]\n\n\"Would you like that? Do you wanna be Papa Lou's basement slave for life? Don't ever have to worry about school, or parents that think you're weird, or friends that would make fun of you for how you know you want to live your life. Under my feet, in my pits, your muzzle between my ass cheeks. That's how you wanna live, right?\"\n\nIn-between huffing boot soles, Dustin shouts, \"Yes!\" The boot slides off his face, and he's left looking into the boars eyes. They had taken on a very serious tone suddenly, the janitors gaze is drilling into him. For a moment, a chill of genuine fear creeps up his face. He's stuck waiting for the boars next move...\n\n\"Well, that ain't happenin'. School's pretty important, y'know.\" Dustins ears had never fallen more flat in an instant.\n\n\"Buuuut I can zip up this bag and take you home for the rest of the day. How bout that?\"\n\nDustin nods his head vigorously, and the boar giggles as he zips up the bag slowly, making sure to toss all the socks in the bag by his feet over his face.\n\nHe's dumped unceremoniously onto a big blanket in the boars unfinished basement - the same one from last time. It kind of smells like boar musk, and he sinks into it. He's still handcuffed when the boar lays down next to him.\n\n\"Gonna do something different this time.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You love my feet soooo much, and I see you working out your body, boy. But there's one thing you should consider workin' out, that is, between me and your boyfriend.\"\n\nDustins ears flatten. \"He's not my boyfriend.\"\n\n\"Ha! Sure boy, whatever you say. Well regardless, I think you'd look good bent over with that bear on top of you. And from experience, it don't just happen\", he snaps his fingers, \"Like that.\"\n\nOne of the boars hands slides down his back and squeezes his butt. \"Tight little ass you got...\"\n\nDustin seemed unsure of all of this. He was into the scent of men and being overpowered, yeah, but this felt more intense.\n\n\"Oh perk those ears up boy, you're gonna tell me you never wanted to fuck someone? Like, really, [i]reallly[/i] get up in someones guts?\" The boars looking at his hand and wiggling his fingers as he says this.\n\nHe didn't like the verbiage, but the boar had a point. He [i]did [/i]fantasize about pounding ass - even pussy - once in awhile. It had to feel good on his dick, right? He just never really thought of his ass being the one pounded.\n\n\"Ahhh, you're mulling it over, hm? We'll go slow, puppy. I'll give you this for motivation.\" He shuffles his pants off to reveal a jockstrap. Dustins eyes go straight to the boars bulge, knowing its hiding his juicy cock underneath. He slides off the jockstrap, then puts it over the boys nose. The stench is thick, the white cotton damp with sweat and full of salty boar musk. He does a little something to get it strapped over his nose and held in place, then lets the kid swim in the smell.\n\n\"Yeah, thats a nice motivator, right?\" A bottle of lube gets two of his digits wet, and he gets to work making Dustin's rear nice and slick.\n\n\"Ah, Lou...What if it hurts?\"\n\n\"Im takin' it slow, kid. It'll be fine.\"\n\nDustin wasn't sure of that - the boars fingers were like sausages, and he could feel two of them poking at his entrance.\n\n\"And kid? Call me Papa.\" One thick digit made its way up his ass. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, but it was a weird one. The finger made its way further and further in, exploring the canine's rear end with glee. The dog makes little noises the whole time, and it puts a smile on the boars face.\n\n\"Ready for another finger, boy?\"\n\n\"Yes, papa!\" The bear presses his nose against his own sweaty jock. He can feel the dog taking in the scent with every breath. The dog is living for the sweat coming off his crotch, and the boar can't help up but growl in the pups face. That pup was like putty in his clutches, and he would mold him to [i]need [/i]his musk.\n\nA second thick digit presses against his end, then slips in with the help of the lube. He's surprised at how full the two fingers make him feel back there, letting out a little gasp. With his mouth open, the bear shoves his muzzle into the pups, working around the straps and sweaty cloth. He breathes in with him, the two of them sharing the smelly fabric while his fingers explore the dogs rear. His fingers curl and he hears the dog take in a sharp breath.\n\n\"Ah, did I find it?\" He curls his fingers again in the same way.\n\n\"Oh, gah...Papa...\"\n\n\"Yeah, how's that feel boy?\"\"It feels so good, Papa - ahh!\" The boars fingers are dancing on his prostate relentlessly, and a new form of pleasure is making itself known to Dustin. A warmth radiates out of his stomach, one he's never felt before.\n\n\"What is that? Ah, God...\" The boar doesn't let up, and over the course of a minute that warmth travels from his stomach to the rest of his body. [i]'What the HELL is he doing to me?'[/i]\n\nDustin's loud moaning gives the boar the idea to maneuver the boys muzzle back into his pit, still able to keep his fingers stimulating the boys new found pleasure point.\n\nDustin was about to cry - not out of pain or fear, but of sheer pleasure. His whole body was beginning to tingle, and he could feel himself leaking cum almost constantly. It's like the boar had found a button that made him ejaculate, but it did so much more than that. He breathes in boar scent and leaks more pre, his body tingling with delight.\n\n\"Oh, you're really into it, hm?\" The boar speaks in a low tone, happy to have the boy curled into him, happy to have shown him one of the best parts of being a man.\n\n\"Y-YES, papa!\" The voice comes muffled and wavering from his sweaty, stinky armpit.\n\nDustin breathes in boar scent, leaks more pre, his body tingling with delight. It's a beautiful feedback loop, the most delightful thing he's ever felt. He couldn't believe this kind of pleasure was even a [i]possibility.[/i] As he thought about how it was the old perverted janitor who's showing him the ropes, another tingly wave of pleasure washes over him. The situation felt wrong, but how could it be? When the boar - [i]Papa Lou - [/i]could give him everything he wanted and more, so easily?\n\nHis moans grow louder, even smothered by pit. Lou thinks the kids been writhing long enough - instead of dancing and tapping at the prostate, he pushes further in and presses down on it. Dustin feels his dick casually spurting out large globs of cum, and he can't stop the full body shudder that those fingers bring. He's breathless. He can't speak. He removes himself from the boar's armpit and looks the boar in the eyes with wonder.\n\n\"What d'you think?\" Lou loves seeing this kid with stars in his eyes. '[i]What a match made in heaven', [/i]Lou thinks to himself, '[i]this little queer sock-sniffer and me.'[/i]\n\n\"That was...[i]incredible[/i], Papa.\"\n\n\"That's what I thought, hehehe...\" He grabs the boy by the wrists and tugs him up to his feet. He walks the dog over to a beanbag and shoves him on to it.\n\n\"Now, remember how I ate you out like an ice cream cone last week?\" Dustins ears shot up, and his tail wagged all by itself. Dustin had made out with Lou's feet, face, cock and balls, but he had spent all week wondering how that hot, sweaty, hard-working hole of his smelled and tasted.\n\n\"Now it's your turn.\" It looks like he was about to find out.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Janitor's Secret II

Dustin took a deep breath as the classroom door shut behind him. The bathroom is at the end of the long middle- school hallway, and with any luck there's no furs inside. With any luck the german shepherd can lock himself in a stall, pull down his jeans, whip out his cock, and jerk it to completion. He didn't have time to 'relieve' himself this morning, and all he could think about was Lou, that creepy, hot stocky boar janitor. How he had stuffed him in a dirty duffel bag, trussed him up in rope and tape then used him like a sweat rag, how after he serviced his thick cock, the boar made out with him. His thick hands manhandling the thirteen-year old, flipping him over and sloppily eating out his rear like it was his last meal...

Hes basically at the bathroom door, and it's being opened. It's...'Ah, it's Wally.' The white mountain goat who he's pretty sure is his friend? They both played sports and sat at the same table at lunch since sixth grade. They had been fast friends then, hanging out at each others houses when Dustin was finished with soccer practice and Wally got out of football practice. They would spend weekends riding bikes around town, playing in the old quarry and stopping by Doctor Lemon's lemonade. But now in eighth grade, Wally had changed a bit. He was getting gassed up by his football coaches and fellow players alike, and it had kind of turned him into a bully. Not to Dustin, a fellow sports-player, but to kids who didn't know how to stand up for themselves.

He didn't know how to bring up that it made him feel weird. It didn't help that Wally himself made him feel weird. He knew why - he was looking at the reason right now. Wally was working on his muscles, and he was showing them off, the way he only wore athletic shorts and a sleeveless band tee.

His already flushed face grew hotter as he spoke. "Hey man." His voice cracked, feeling flustered. He hoped the goat didn't notice.

The goat flicked his head up a little as a greeting. "Ignore the blubbering baby in there."

That snaps the dog out of it, and he cocks his head to the side.

"Roly-poly Paul. Didn't even punch the kid or anything." The hefty bear. The black bear whose scent he's been particularly keen on in the locker room. The one whose wide black socks fit right over his muzzle...

"Oh...Uh, ok. I r-really gotta piss."

The bathroom is oddly lit, but clean. There are only two stalls, but one is broken, and the other one - the handicapped stall - came with a quiet sobbing. Dustin's thoughts were all over the place. Why did he have to cry in here, now? Why was there only ONE working stall in this bathroom that serviced half the school? ...How do I make this work so I can nut?

"Uhh..." He gently pushes the big stall's door open.

Next to the toilet, Paul is sitting against the wall, his face buried in his knees. He lifts his head up and sees Dustin, then wears a scared expression on his face.

"You gonna make fun of me, too?"

"No." His heart is racing. It didn't feel right to see the bear so sad, the fur beneath his eyes wet with tears.

"Well you're always hanging around that asshole." 'He's got me there.'

"I know I am. I'm kind of regretting it a little bit." The bear looks away and Dustin takes that moment to sit down next to him.

"Um... If people are making fun of you that's...not right, okay?" He's never had to console someone before, but that sounded right. Teasing among friends, that's fine. But just calling someone fat with no context - something Wally liked to do an awful lot - it was just hurtful and stupid. And besides, there was nothing wrong with a thicker guy...

"I just wish there were any other bears in my grade, nobody gets that this is just...this is how I am! I'm not a friggin' roly poly... And no girls ever talk to me..."

"Why do you need girls to talk to?" He leans in, puts a paw on the bears shoulder. He doesn't flinch.

"You...you know..." Dustin cocks his head sideways. He'd like to hear the answer, but the bear is struggling to get it out. "I want to have a girlfriend for high school, okay? Should that be that hard?"

"Does it have to be a girlfriend?" He leans in with his muzzle inches from the bears face. He just wants Paul to look at him. Wants to make the bear feel better about himself, and maybe share in the dog's need for relief...

"W-what?" The bears ears flick back, and his eyes dart away from the dog for a moment. Maybe this wasn't the best time to admit his desires, but his heart was telling him it was now or never.

...No, that's his dick speaking. His heart is racing and he's trying his hardest to breath normally, but he can't ignore the ache in his cock growing stronger and stronger.

"Dustin?" The bear is looking at him now, their eyes locked.

"I think you look great." He leans in further and lets his leathery nose touch the bears.

The first time he ever got a kiss was from the old boar two days ago, and it felt like an act of aggression. His tongue was wrestled into submission by the older man and all he could do was moan with lust as one big hand cupped the back of his head, keeping the two muzzles pressed together. It was hot, yeah, but it was a little scary.

He doesn't want to scare Paul.

Before he can close the gap between their lips Paul does the job, closing his eyes and giving him a quick two-second smooch. His kiss tastes like citrus. Like he had just snacked on a tangerine. The scent lingers in his nostrils - the gentleness of it has him taken aback. They've locked eyes again. Dustin wonders if Paul has noticed the raging boner in his pants. 'Take it slow.'

Without words, Dustin returns the favor. He closes his eyes and lets their lips brush again, but this time he prods gently with his tongue. He doesn't force the bear to stick with the kiss, just letting one hand roam over his belly and nothing more. His prodding is welcomed with Paul's own tongue, and Dustin can't help but let out a little whimper. His boner is throbbing. He feels a hand run over his chest too. The dog grabs it and pulls it down to his jeans.

Paul breaks the kiss.

"I am so...pent up right now, dude." Dustin looks down and sees a tent in the bears cargo shorts.

"Looks like you are, too." Paul's ahead of him now, unbuttoning the jeans on the shepherd and tugging them down. Dustin does likewise and feels out the bears thick rod and balls. He can't hold himself back - after giving them a good tug, and rubbing his whole hand over the stiffening dick, he brings his palm to his hands and inhales. Paul is already working over Dustin's slicked appendage, and the pure scent of the bears crotch could put him over the edge.

"Wait! Wait. Let me get you close first." He spits into his palm a couple times, then works the bears shaft until its slick and wet.

"Can I kiss you again?" It comes from Paul as the pairs cheeks are brushing. Dustin pulls back and looks at Paul with a smile.

"Absolutely." This time the two meet each other with a little more force, and Dustin is less afraid to be aggressive in his tongue-wrassling. He feels a hand around his midsection hugging him tightly, the bear practically singing into his maw while he worked over Pauls prick. Their breathing gets heavier and heavier. Sometimes Paul's hand reaches up to Dustins head and scratches right behind his ears. He didn't know how good it felt to get this kind of attention, and to give it at the same time.

As long as Paul was humming with bliss and thrusting into his hand, he figured he was doing something right. They keep at it for a couple minutes before the bear pulls away.

"I'm, i'm gonna cum. I'm close." The two of them are panting, each heavy with the need to release.

"So am I, dude. Can you lift your arm up for me?" He needed to know what it stank like in there.

"Like this?" His canine nose twitches, immediately picking up on Pauls scent. It isn't strong - it's only 11 in the morning - but it's there and he wants to be as close to the source as he can.

Without warning, he sticks his face under the bears arm. Paul giggles, finding the wet nose a little ticklish.

"What are you doing?" The bear seems surprised."Paul, please, jerkmeoffrightnow-" He rushes the sentence so he can breath in Pauls odor. It's lovely. Not as strong as the boar, but god bless this black bear for not using deodorant.

Paul, in the middle of a handjob, wants to laugh at the situation. But Dustin clearly enjoyed how he smelled, and who was he to deny that? Besides, the canine did just give him his first kiss. He could mull over that later. In the here and now, he starts pumping Dustin's cock like his life depended on it. And he could feel Dustins paw matching his speed.

Dustin's climax came first. He felt the dog inhale so deep it almost felt like a vacuum taken to his armpit, and then something splattered onto his paw. Dustin let out a high-pitched whimper into Paul's fur as jet after jet of teen canine spunk left his dick.

Seeing how pleasurable this all made Dustin put the bear over the edge too, and he has to put a hand over his muzzle to stop from yelling. He hadn't jerked off in a few days, and the dog coming to his rescue like this only to find something about him, of all people, irresistible made his dick light up. From behind his paw he calls out -

"Dustin, fuuuuck, thank you, thank you thank you thank you..."

The dog rubbed his belly in circles again, a relaxing feeling. A nice feeling.

When he finishes, the paw drops from his face. He's taking deep breaths.

"That...was awesome." He watches the shepherd unroll some toilet paper and wipe down his pelvis.

"Yeah. Uh, can I have your phone number?" Dustin's moving with a sense of urgency, feeling like its been too long to be in the bathroom. He doesn't want to get caught in here by a teacher - or the janitor.

"Sure. You really...like how I smell?"

Dustin sighed. He might as well come clean now.

"Uh, you know how your socks went missing two days ago?"

"That was you?" The bear says incredulously. Dustins face runs hot with shame.

"Yeah. Sorry..."

"Well... This was a good trade, I think." The bear holds out his phone, his number on the screen. Dustin hastily puts it into his contacts.

"I'd say so." He opens the stall door and turns around. "If Wally gives you any trouble, let me know. Okay?"

"Yeah! Will do." Paul's got a wide smile on his face. 'Like he's the happiest kid in the world, or somethin'.

Dustin can't help but give him one more kiss, a peck on the cheek. It makes both of their faces flush.

"Talk to you later."

He steps out of the bathroom, but his heart stops at who he sees.

"Heard there was a broken stall. Heard some other stuff going on, too."

It's the boar. Lou. He's got a big grin on his face, like he had heard everything that just happened in there.

"Uh. Yeah. I- I gotta go!" He sprints down the hallway, not thinking about who might see him running like his life depended on it. He doesn't know how to face the janitor yet.

When he sits down in his desk, he hears his phone vibrate. It's a text...From an unknown number. It's Lou. 'Saturday. 12. I'll be by the door where the band practices.'

Well, it's Saturday. And what a week it's been. On Monday he's kidnapped by a janitor who shares his sweaty foot fetish, on Thursday he gives his crush their first kiss and handjob, and now he's willingly walking into school on a weekend to go back to the janitor.

"Hey kid." Lou pops his head out from one of the schools little side doors, beckoning him in.

"Hi." His tone is flat.

"You told your folks you're with that goat, right?"

"Mhm." He also told Paul he couldn't hang out today, but he didn't tell him why that was.

"I'm just finishing up, alright? Then I wanna show you something." Dustin nods, then sits down in a desk. Instead of playing with his phone like he normally would, he finds his eyes drawn to the bent over boar, trying to fix something with the baseboard heater. He can see his ass crack through a pair of ill-fitting jeans. He can also see the band of a jockstrap right above it. 'I wonder what it's like...'

"That bear that came outta the bathroom. You like him?" Lou snaps him out of his fantasy with a real head scratcher. He's not sure how to answer that, and he's not sure he would tell the janitor. He furrows his brow, remaining silent.

Lou turns his head.

"Don't play dumb with me, I heard you talkin' bout him in the locker room with that goat friend of yours last week."

And he felt bad whenever Wally dunked on him. It wasn't right. He was just a quiet nerd. Wally didn't have to be rude to the bear just because he was in a different clique. He really should stand up for him next time.

"He was back in the locker rooms when I had you in my trunk. I watched him look for his socks, hehehe..."

Dustin looks away sheepishly. Yeah, he also liked how big his feet were. And by proxy, how wide his socks were...Screw it.

"Yeah, OK, I like him. Why do you care?"

"I'm just wonderin' if he shares your good taste is all."

"Look. I like him, but I don't know him that well, OK? I don't...I don't really know what he likes, um, sexually."

"Well, you should find out! If he likes how your balls smell, I bet he likes how the rest of you smell, too." The boar laughs a smokers laugh.

Dustin might've been a bit thick in the skull, but he wasn't born yesterday. The pervert already got him hooked - he wasn't going to ruin his new friendship with Paul before it hardly began. He stays silent.

The boar doesn't press any further.

The pair walk down the hall and take a left into a skinnier hallway. This one has doors to two windowless classrooms, and on the other side a janitors closet.

"They only use these classrooms in the summer, so no one should see you come in." He puts his hand out, and in his fingers is a key.

"Why are you giving this to me?"

"Because I know how you left my basement, and I know what you were thinkin' when you were smoochin up your new friend in the bathroom. You love a real mans scent, don't you boy?"

He nods his head, feeling his face grow hot.

"Then maybe if you're feeling needy, you can send me a message and we convene in here, hm?"

"That sounds...good."

Lou unlocks the door and pulls Dustin inside. It's bigger than just a closet, more like a ten foot by ten foot square room. Janitorial equipment lines the walls and the smell is vaguely chemical. One corner of the room smells more like Lou, though. He spies the big duffel bag that previously held him captive laying on the ground. It's next to a metal folding chair and a small table with a radio on it.

"Yeah, we could get up to some funny business in here, don'tcha think?"

He's stuck looking at the big grey duffel bag.

"Oh, you loved how that smelled, didn't you?" The boar is looming over him, big paws massaging his shoulders.

"What if I told you to strip right now, down to nothing, then lay in it for Papa Lou, hm?" He instinctively leans back into the boars big belly, gulping.

"I could do that."

"Then do it, kid. Strip." Dustin doesn't hesitate, and the heat of shame rises in his cheeks. He wasn't supposed to be doing this, but the big boar knew exactly what buttons to push. Lou knows the dogs sniffer is as sensitive as they come, and if Dustin loves the smell of a hard-working unwashed man, then he could give the kid that in spades.

He feels the boar pull down his pants for him and he steps out of them, then takes off his underwear. His dick is rising - not at full mast, but the situation was definitely. exciting him. His back is still against Lou's belly when one big boar paw rubs his balls and taint. That same paw goes up to his nose, and Dustin inhales. His own scent, familiar, is less pungent and odorous than Lou's. Post-workout was a different story, but it was still relaxing to breathe in when every other smell was full-on boar.

Lou pushed down gently on the boys shoulders, and he took the hint. He sat down on his butt and then laid back into the big red and grey duffel bag. His knees are scrunched up but he knows that zipper could close with no problem.

Hold out your hands, kid. Dustin does, and the boar slaps a pair of metal handcuffs on them. It's a little thing, but it's enough to make Dustin feel even more helpless.

Without a word, the boar shucks off his boots and holds one sweaty, socked foot high above his face.

"Bark for me, boy."

"Wrooof..." It was a quiet, reserved woof. He was scared of being too noisy."LOUDER, BOY! And dont stop until I smother that nose with my sock. No one'll hear, promise."

Dustin pauses for a second, as if trying to compute the situation as if this was something that happened every day. It doesn't take him long to realize he would do whatever the janitor told him if it meant getting that dirty sock rubbed all over his face.

"Wruff!! Woof, woof! Arrruufff!" Dustin doesn't let up and the boar lets out a scratchy laugh. His paw descends slowly enough that Dustin has time to bark one more time, as loud as he could as a thank you. Lou wiggles his foot around, making sure the dog's fur would have boar sock smell lingering on it. His red rocket is fully hard now, and Lou's managed to sit down in his chair. His other foot, also socked, steps down gently. He hears the dog moan, and loud.

"You love this so much, don't you? You love how wrong it is. How dangerous it is. I could zip you up in there right now and take you home, leave you in my basement for the rest of your days. Treat you like a celebrity, I'd do that. I'd give you everything you want." He leans down, grabs one of his boots and puts it over the boys muzzle. Dustins stiff dick twitches. 'Yeah, this perverted boar knows exactly what I like...So embarrassing...

"All the sweaty socks and jockstraps and boots you could ever need. All the sloppy kisses and tongue action and hard-working pits in the world, for you boy. My fat cock, the only one ever in your mouth because you love it. My meat gets your mouth watering boy, and it gets your meat hard as a rock." The dog mindlessly humps into the boars big footpaw. 'It does, god I want to suck it again so bad...

"Would you like that? Do you wanna be Papa Lou's basement slave for life? Don't ever have to worry about school, or parents that think you're weird, or friends that would make fun of you for how you know you want to live your life. Under my feet, in my pits, your muzzle between my ass cheeks. That's how you wanna live, right?"

In-between huffing boot soles, Dustin shouts, "Yes!" The boot slides off his face, and he's left looking into the boars eyes. They had taken on a very serious tone suddenly, the janitors gaze is drilling into him. For a moment, a chill of genuine fear creeps up his face. He's stuck waiting for the boars next move...

"Well, that ain't happenin'. School's pretty important, y'know." Dustins ears had never fallen more flat in an instant.

"Buuuut I can zip up this bag and take you home for the rest of the day. How bout that?"

Dustin nods his head vigorously, and the boar giggles as he zips up the bag slowly, making sure to toss all the socks in the bag by his feet over his face.

He's dumped unceremoniously onto a big blanket in the boars unfinished basement - the same one from last time. It kind of smells like boar musk, and he sinks into it. He's still handcuffed when the boar lays down next to him.

"Gonna do something different this time."

"What?"

"You love my feet soooo much, and I see you working out your body, boy. But there's one thing you should consider workin' out, that is, between me and your boyfriend."

Dustins ears flatten. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Ha! Sure boy, whatever you say. Well regardless, I think you'd look good bent over with that bear on top of you. And from experience, it don't just happen", he snaps his fingers, "Like that."

One of the boars hands slides down his back and squeezes his butt. "Tight little ass you got..."

Dustin seemed unsure of all of this. He was into the scent of men and being overpowered, yeah, but this felt more intense.

"Oh perk those ears up boy, you're gonna tell me you never wanted to fuck someone? Like, really, reallly get up in someones guts?" The boars looking at his hand and wiggling his fingers as he says this.

He didn't like the verbiage, but the boar had a point. He did fantasize about pounding ass - even pussy - once in awhile. It had to feel good on his dick, right? He just never really thought of his ass being the one pounded.

"Ahhh, you're mulling it over, hm? We'll go slow, puppy. I'll give you this for motivation." He shuffles his pants off to reveal a jockstrap. Dustins eyes go straight to the boars bulge, knowing its hiding his juicy cock underneath. He slides off the jockstrap, then puts it over the boys nose. The stench is thick, the white cotton damp with sweat and full of salty boar musk. He does a little something to get it strapped over his nose and held in place, then lets the kid swim in the smell.

"Yeah, thats a nice motivator, right?" A bottle of lube gets two of his digits wet, and he gets to work making Dustin's rear nice and slick.

"Ah, Lou...What if it hurts?"

"Im takin' it slow, kid. It'll be fine."

Dustin wasn't sure of that - the boars fingers were like sausages, and he could feel two of them poking at his entrance.

"And kid? Call me Papa." One thick digit made its way up his ass. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, but it was a weird one. The finger made its way further and further in, exploring the canine's rear end with glee. The dog makes little noises the whole time, and it puts a smile on the boars face.

"Ready for another finger, boy?"

"Yes, papa!" The bear presses his nose against his own sweaty jock. He can feel the dog taking in the scent with every breath. The dog is living for the sweat coming off his crotch, and the boar can't help up but growl in the pups face. That pup was like putty in his clutches, and he would mold him to need his musk.

A second thick digit presses against his end, then slips in with the help of the lube. He's surprised at how full the two fingers make him feel back there, letting out a little gasp. With his mouth open, the bear shoves his muzzle into the pups, working around the straps and sweaty cloth. He breathes in with him, the two of them sharing the smelly fabric while his fingers explore the dogs rear. His fingers curl and he hears the dog take in a sharp breath.

"Ah, did I find it?" He curls his fingers again in the same way.

"Oh, gah...Papa..."

"Yeah, how's that feel boy?""It feels so good, Papa - ahh!" The boars fingers are dancing on his prostate relentlessly, and a new form of pleasure is making itself known to Dustin. A warmth radiates out of his stomach, one he's never felt before.

"What is that? Ah, God..." The boar doesn't let up, and over the course of a minute that warmth travels from his stomach to the rest of his body. 'What the HELL is he doing to me?'

Dustin's loud moaning gives the boar the idea to maneuver the boys muzzle back into his pit, still able to keep his fingers stimulating the boys new found pleasure point.

Dustin was about to cry - not out of pain or fear, but of sheer pleasure. His whole body was beginning to tingle, and he could feel himself leaking cum almost constantly. It's like the boar had found a button that made him ejaculate, but it did so much more than that. He breathes in boar scent and leaks more pre, his body tingling with delight.

"Oh, you're really into it, hm?" The boar speaks in a low tone, happy to have the boy curled into him, happy to have shown him one of the best parts of being a man.

"Y-YES, papa!" The voice comes muffled and wavering from his sweaty, stinky armpit.

Dustin breathes in boar scent, leaks more pre, his body tingling with delight. It's a beautiful feedback loop, the most delightful thing he's ever felt. He couldn't believe this kind of pleasure was even a possibility. As he thought about how it was the old perverted janitor who's showing him the ropes, another tingly wave of pleasure washes over him. The situation felt wrong, but how could it be? When the boar - Papa Lou - could give him everything he wanted and more, so easily?

His moans grow louder, even smothered by pit. Lou thinks the kids been writhing long enough - instead of dancing and tapping at the prostate, he pushes further in and presses down on it. Dustin feels his dick casually spurting out large globs of cum, and he can't stop the full body shudder that those fingers bring. He's breathless. He can't speak. He removes himself from the boar's armpit and looks the boar in the eyes with wonder.

"What d'you think?" Lou loves seeing this kid with stars in his eyes. 'What a match made in heaven', Lou thinks to himself, 'this little queer sock-sniffer and me.'

"That was...incredible, Papa."

"That's what I thought, hehehe..." He grabs the boy by the wrists and tugs him up to his feet. He walks the dog over to a beanbag and shoves him on to it.

"Now, remember how I ate you out like an ice cream cone last week?" Dustins ears shot up, and his tail wagged all by itself. Dustin had made out with Lou's feet, face, cock and balls, but he had spent all week wondering how that hot, sweaty, hard-working hole of his smelled and tasted.

"Now it's your turn." It looks like he was about to find out.
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