Chase & Marshal: A Romantic Gay Story

~Chapter 1: Hard Days Work~

Chase's Pov.

Today was rough and very hot, and my abs were starting to sweat all over. I've been outside directing traffic for about 7 hours, and now I can finally go home and relax. I walked by my police car and opened the door. I sat my muscular bubble butt comfortably on the driver's seat, then took a deep breath out of my chest before turning on the engine.

The AC blew roughly against my fur, sending chills all over my body. I turned it off and rolled down the window while taking a cigarette out of a small box, then carefully lit it with a lighter. Inhaling a puff of smoke and releasing it out of my muzzle. It felt like I was already at a beach, so relaxing and quiet. Nothing else.

I leaned my arm outside the window while holding the cigarette in between my fingers. All the stress and anxiety were running away, but when I turned my head. An entire red storm flooded my face, shockingly staring Marshal, helping Mr. Porter with some crates of fruit.

He bent his ass facing my direction. It was so tight and thick. Just like mine. I couldn't help but just stare at it, slowly getting a big erection in the process. The more I continued to stare at Marshal, the harder my dick became. I grabbed the zipper on my jeans and unzipped it, then pulled down my boxers. That is, until marshal saw me and slowly walked towards my police car.

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"Hey, Chase, buddy of mine. So? How's it going?" Asked marshal, brimming in excitement. His tail wagged behind his back while giving a toothy grin.

"I- um, I'm fine. Thanks for asking Marshal." Chase gulped heavily, carefully zipping his pants back up.

This made Marshal equally confused, briefly leaning closer to chase and folding his arms. "Chase, did you just zip your pants up when they should be already up?" He asked.

Immediately, Chase looked away, throwing his cigarette on the ground. As sweat ran down his fur and abs, making an unpleasant scent. His heart rapidly beat through his chest, starting to lose focus of the surroundings. He then turned to marshal, gasping for air as if his lungs were tightening his throat.

"W-what, why would you even ask that?! You're so snoopy!" Chase admitted, barking loudly. He gave a loud growl, showing off one of the canine teeth under his lip.

Marshal flinched by the outburst, not sure if he should continue the conversation he'd started. Instead, the dalmatian walked away back to Mr Porter and his teenage son, alex. Just lost of words.

The shepherd sighed, guilty as ever. He realized Marshal could be in everyone's personal space, but he just wanted to be friendly. Now, a constant stab wound penetrated his heart as diamond crystals rushed down his fuzzy cheeks. He carefully pressed the gas pedal with his foot, driving slowly down the street and wiping the tears off his eyes.

"I'm such a fucking retard..." Chase clenched his eyes together, heading back to his house. His ears flatten deeply behind his head giving out of soft whimpers. Constantly running down tears of pain, he turned into his driveway then stopped. And slammed his head against the steering wheel multiple times, feeling so foolish and stupid of himself.

He'd wish he never would've never hurt his best friends feelings for the first time.