As Rocky finally finished, the finale touched on Chase's police car. He waved goodbye at his window before heading out. Once he left, Chase sighed and looked through his phone, finding Ryder's number. Unfortunately, though, he'd forgotten he deleted it. A couple of months ago, that is...
"Fuck, I forgot his number isn't here anymore. We both had an argument over something completely stupid, and I don't remember what it was." Chase set his phone on a small dresser by the bed. His ears flopped lost in agony, he knew this day would come but wasn't prepared for it.
Chase sighed deeply out of his chest while laying recklessly on the bed. "Y'know, hell with the sin of lust. If I can't find anyone to help me with my love, then I'll just do it myself...."
Just as Chase begins pulling down his boxer exposing his boner, a mysterious knock was heard downstairs. The shepherd's ears perked up faster than an adverage blink. Chase removed himself from the lust, starting to stir his mind. He thought if marshal was by the front door, his sexy hot body would woo his attention for lust.
Each step chase carefully climbed down the stairs with the sounds of his paw pads and nails clipping the hardwood. 'click, click'
"Please let be marshal, please god..." Chase closed his eyes, praying that the dalmatian was here while gliding his arm carefully down the rail. Not trying to injure himself. As Chase finally got down near the front down, his heart beat between his muscular chest, his tail wagging 90 miles per hour. And not only that, he could feel his boner get hard in his clean boxers.
A red storm ravaged his face while he carefully opened the door. It's... It's...
Marshal?! How did this even happen?!
Marshal gripped his left arm tightly with his other arm. "H-hey chase. Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry I made you upset earlier today, and I wanna make it up...." Soft whimpers coming out of his muzzle.
Chase blushed even more, containing all the excitement now building up in his mind. "T-thanks marshal." Was all he could say before his harden boner began poking out the rubber part of the boxers. His tail wagged even faster behind his back.
Marshal blushed, staring at chases muscular body. He suddenly felt a little hard too. Once he looked down at chases boxers with his cyan blue eyes, it happened.
"C-chase, your cock. It's so big and thick." Said marshal, feeling captured by chase's lust.
Chase sighed as his cock soften a little before reaching around the boxers and pulled then down to his feet. His 12 inch sausage in front of him. "The truth is marshal, i-i love you... So much."
Marshal was completely stunned, he didn't know how to say this chase without breaking his heart. But there was no other way around it. "Chase..." He started then realized chase suddenly felt a bit disappointed inside.
"Y-you don't love me..." Chase begin to start up a storm turning his back against marshal, showing off his perfectly round ass. And then folded his arms over each other in anger.
Marshal tried to place his arm on chases shoulder. "Chase it's not that I...." He started, but chase barked back before he could finish.
"Get away from me!" Chase slammed the door then ran upstairs to his room and locked it. He leaned against the door crying in misery. Naked and all alone. The sounds of his sobs filled the dark cold room. He couldn't believe how foolish he was, it was obviously too late for him to make a move now. And his love finally hit the drain for good, marshal apparently didn't love him the same way. Or did he?
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Chase & Marshal: A Romantic Gay Story
RomansA mid-age german shepherd named chase, worked at a police station for about 10 years after he and his friends decided since they were old to work for the Pawpatrol. They found other jobs to help their community stay safe, and help them in other need...
