A Slice of Life
Not much to say...THIS IS A VENT PIECE. You've been warned.
DISCLAIMER: Contains content which is: GAY, ADULT, M/M, FURRY
Author's Note: Sorry, not much to say. THIS IS A VENT PIECE. Sex isn't great, story isn't happy. You've been warned.
A Slice of Life
Alone. Charlie thought it the most accurate word to describe his life. Now this was a bit melodramatic and the thirty-something canine knew it, but that was how he'd been feeling lately. He knew there were a lot of people who were actually much more alone than he was...after all he still had family that cared about him, and his feral pets that gave him all the love he could ever ask them for. His mother would still send him home with home-cooked meals every week, and he knew she treasured his visits as much as he did. All of his siblings had moved far enough that no more than a visit every few months was possible...Charlie was the last one who was still close by, and also the youngest by a fair margin, though lately he'd been feeling old.
And then there was his feral dog, Jase. His big, cuddly purebred GSD that thought he was born a lapdog instead of a 100-lb guard-dog, and his feral cat, Jack, who thought he was a feral dog and often acted like it. Charlie was grateful for them all and loved them with all of his heart, but for all that love and happiness, the Border Collie felt alone.
Charlie gazed at himself in the mirror, one blue eye and one brown. To him, they seemed less vibrant than they used to. The black fur in his speckling was starting to show grey hairs too. It was especially noticable around his left eye, the blue one, because he had a large patch of black mask around that side of his face. Forty years old seemed like it was just around the corner, and here he was spending yet another Valentine's day by himself. Alone. One day of many thus far in the years of his life.
He'd been feeling more and more like a waste of space, too. His friends and mother assured him that this wasn't the case, but there was no doubting that Charlie was not where he wanted to be at this point in his life. Sometimes he thought wistfully of high-school. Honestly he'd hated it, but at least he'd had hope back then. By far and large, most Border Collies were pretty smart, and Charlie fit the bill of his breed. That's why all through middle-school and high-school while the other kids teased and berated him for being a nerd and being different, he'd known one day that he'd have a career and never have to worry about money. He'd have a home and happiness. He'd find someone to love and love him back. His eyes dropped from the mirror and looked out into his bedroom where a black baseball cap sat on his dresser. And though it was nothing but a blur without his glasses, Charlie knew exactly what it said. It read 'Carson's,' and pinned to it, a glistening laminated plastic nametag that read 'Charlie, 4 years of service.' As if on cue, Charlie heard his bedroom TV blaring an ad for the business listed on the baseball cap. "Carson's...Just. Good. Pizza." His ears drooped. Four years...four years he'd been driving around this same town he'd gone to middle and high-school in, delivering pizza and choking back his embarassment every single time he delivered to an old class-mate.
A flood of self-loathing washed over the Border Collie as he punched the laminate vanity top, wincing at the pain in his paw for doing so. For most of those four years, and even before, Charlie had managed to convince himself that what he had was a lot more than many others. He had a roof over his head, clean water, food in his belly. He had a couple of really good friends, he had a mother who loved him and supported him through everything, and two feral pets that gave him all of their love and affection. He convinced himself that money couldn't buy happiness and that he should be happy with what he had, that he should be grateful even. And he was to an extent...but his depression had been worsening of late. Sometimes, he'd be just fine and then all of a sudden, he'd want to start sobbing and he'd have to choke back to keep himself from doing so.
Valentine's Day was just another reminder that Charlie was painfully alone. He hadn't had his first boyfriend until his early twenties, and that was mainly an online relationship that fell apart when it entered real life. The second he hadn't gotten until he was nearly thirty. In that case, the fox he'd fallen for had wanted something very different in a relationship than what Charlie himself had wanted...Charlie was a loving dog and he wanted a supportive and equal partner to push through life with. The fox had wanted to be treated like a trophy boyfriend, put up on a pedestal and taken care of. And then there was the lack of sex...Charlie, despite being in his thirties, was as horny as a sixteen year-old boy and he yearned for a relationship where sex happened often, and was an extension of the underlying love of the relationship...intense and needful, yet considerate and warm.
The fox hadn't wanted any sex. At all. Charlie's jack-off schedule hadn't changed one whit even after the fox had moved in with him. They might've traded blowjobs once a month, if that. The fox had left after figuring out that he wouldn't get what he wanted out of Charlie, and despite it likely being for the best, Charlie cried for a whole week, sobbing into his pillow for the fox to come back every night. And since then, he hadn't had a single relationship...unless one counted the very one-sided and wholly unrequited crush the Border Collie had on one of his other online friends...a handsome, witty, intelligent, and charming Doberman who was absolutely out of his league.
The world was full of constant reminders that a single person was truly alone. An ad on TV for a couples-only vacation, a romantic kiss at the end of a movie, a couple holding paws at a restaurant, a short story where two star-crossed lovers are reunited after years apart against all odds and find their passion and love for each other undimmed...and then all the damned propaganda surrounding Valentine's day itself...what movie are YOU going to with your special someone...what restaurant...what date plans have YOU made...chocolates, roses, diamonds, FUCK! Charlie couldn't go two feet without being reminded of what felt like a fundamental lack in his life.
And if, Gods forbid, he lost his mother...then what?! Would anyone even care if he was alive anymore? Would his absence make one iota of difference to literally ANYONE at that point?! Charlie punched the laminate again, tears soaking through the fur underneath his eyes. Why did he have to feel this way? How could he change it? How could he fix it? The simple answer, it seemed to him, was that he couldn't. He could only repress it, ignore it...push it down to the depths of his soul and forget about it for a bit. Extract some sort of momentary happiness from whatever video-game he was playing. Whatever movie or show he was watching. Whatever he was seeing on PawTube. Or getting a few moments of bliss from pawing off. But it would come back again and again...that feeling of pain and helplessness. Regret and sadness. Failure. His past hopes seemed like cruel, sick jokes now. Frivolous flights of fancy...dreams of madness.
Charlie shook his head, turning on the faucet and scooping up a double pawful of water to splash across his muzzle. None of these thoughts and feelings did him any good. His mother was always pragmatic. She'd taught him that complaining about things didn't help anything. He toweled his face to a semblance of dryness and picked up his square half-rimmed glasses, setting them over the bridge of his muzzle, the distant world once-again coming into clear focus. He sat down on the edge of his bed in just his underwear. Jase looked up from the head of the bed where he was laying, ears perked.
"Not tonight, bubba...I just don't have it in me." Charlie glanced back at the feral GSD and stretched back to scratch the dog's ears consolingly. Jase gave a low 'whuff' and laid his head back down. If Charlie didn't know better, he'd almost have thought his dog was disappointed. Jack looked up from the back of his chair and gave a noncommittal 'maow' in response and settled back down himself.
Charlie wasted the rest of the night on Zulu and PawTube, drowning out his own thoughts and sorrows. This was his only escape, his only reprieve. This was how he lived his life...ignoring his problems, pushing them from his mind. By the time he fell asleep, Jase had moved to the hardwood floor at the foot of Charlie's bed to cool off, and the Border Collie was lying alone in his empty king-size bed, underwear cast off in the direction of his hamper.
* * *
A debonair Doberman sauntered into the bathroom while Charlie was brushing his teeth. The handsome black and tan dog smirked in the mirror, coming up behind the Border Collie and wrapping his arms around Charlie's midsection, paws resting just above his boxer-brief clad sheath. The shirtless Doberman rested his chin on Charlie's shoulder, still grinning. "Nice of you to brush your teeth, wuff...I like a nice, clean tongue on my cock."
"Wharl..ihph yah dan leh mah fi'ihh, yah wahn geh anhy hongue..." Charlie tried to talk with the toothbrush in his muzzle, failing epicly.
"I love it when you try to impersonate yourself with a mouth full of fat Dobie dick." The Doberman gave a shit-eating grin to the indignant Border Collie as he pretended to scoff. "Pff...we both know you can't keep your muzzle off of my cock." The Doberman's tone got a bit deeper and huskier, "and we both like it that way." He nipped at Charlie's ear playfully, stepping back. "Just don't keep me waiting too long, wuff." The Doberman sauntered back out the way he came, absolutely confident in himself.
Charlie shivered and quickly finished his teeth, rinsing his muzzle out with a few swishes of water before returning to the bedroom himself. There the Doberman was, messing with something on the dresser in only his mesh briefs. Charlie moaned at the sight of him...so damn sexy.
The Dobie only grinned, chuckling as he looked over at the Border Collie. "Remember the other day when I spread-eagled you across the hood of my car and fucked the cum out of you at the park? You made the cutest noises...."
Charlie choked in the back of his throat at the memory and moved forward quickly to grasp the Doberman's waist, shoving his tongue into the Dobie's muzzle in a deep, passionate kiss. One of his paws quickly moved to cup the Doberman's plumped sheath through the mesh of his briefs. The Border Collie tried to control himself, but found himself breaking the kiss sooner than he wanted to and sinking to his knees. The Doberman turned to give him more room to work, leaning a paw on the dresser. Charlie quickly and deftly gripped the waistband of the Dobie's mesh briefs in his teeth and peeled them down, his nose filling with the Doberman's intoxicating musk as he managed to free the other dog's sheath and partially-protruding cock from its meshy prison. He used his paw to pull the mesh briefs down the rest of the way, the Doberman stepping out of them as Charlie shoved his nose under the other dog's balls, inhaling deeply.
Without any further delay, Charlie stuck out his tongue and swiped it from taint to cock-tip, eliciting a grunt from the Dobie. He pulled the Doberman's balls into his muzzle, sucking and tonguing them each in turn, his nose still being inundated with male musk. He moved his muzzle up from the Doberman's balls to his sheath and pushed his tongue deep between the Dobie's cock and sheath flesh. The Dobie hissed and then groaned, his cock throbbing out hard to nearly its full length. Charlie took the opportunity to sink his muzzle around the Dobie's entire length, moaning and savoring the dog's musky, metallic flavor as pre began to pour across his tongue and coat the inside of his maw.
Charlie felt a paw on the top of his head as the Doberman's hips began to move back and forth, sawing his fat cock in and out of the Border Collie's muzzle. Charlie angled his head so that the blunt, swelling cock-tip would rake against the ridges in the top of his muzzle, swathing the bottom of the Dobie's cock with his long, wide tongue. All of this earned the Border Collie more pre-cum, bitter, salty, and sweet...an aphrodesiac of pure maleness.
Suddenly the paw pushed Charlie's muzzle back. The Border Collie looked up at the Doberman with his smirk. "You know I love white-washing the inside of the beautiful muzzle, but I think you could rather use a good breeding right about now...so why don't you get those undies off?"
Charlie could only groan in desire as he stood and shucked his boxer-briefs, pushing his body into the Doberman's for another passionate kiss before lying back on his bed, feet up. The Dobie admired the sight for a moment before reaching into the dresser drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. He pooled some in his palm and let it warm a bit before applying it liberally to Charlie's hole. The Border Collie twitched in anticipation, his nerves on fire. Meanwhile, the Dobie bent down and started nibbling and gnawing on Charlie's balls, still slowly lubing his cock. The Border Collie squirmed as the Dobie took each fat, firm nut his his mouth, lathing them with saliva as he "Mmmm"'ed at the taste and feel of the nuts in his muzzle.
"Please...I need you to fuck me!" Charlie almost whined as he watched the Dobie lubing up his own cock.
The Doberman chewed gently on each ball one last time before spitting them out and giving them a parting lick. "Well...since you asked nicely..." He slipped a finger up Charlie's hole, the Border Collie yelping and shuddering at the sudden intrusion before moaning in need. A second finger joined the first, and then a third before the Dobie stood up and lined up his cock. "Let's get you all tied up..." With that, the Doberman sank his cock into Charlie's ass up to the unformed knot.
Charlie gasped and the moaned in pure pleasure as he was impaled by his lover's magnificent cock. His own member had fully extended from its sheath and was leaking a steady stream of pre onto his belly. He ground his ass up and down as much as he could as the Dobie grasped Charlie's ankles and held his legs up as he began to plow Charlie's ass bareback.
The Border Collie whimpered, whined, and moaned in pleasure as the Dobie took him. Somehow the Doberman managed to punish his prostate with every thrust, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. At this rate, Charlie wouldn't last long.
"That's it, wuff...gonna fuck the cum out of you and then knot up your ass. Gonna whitewash your insides, give you my pups. Gonna pump you full of Dobie-juice. That's what you want isn't it? Huh? Want that hot, sticky Dobie load in your guts? Huh?" The Doberman grinned as he spoke, grunting as he spread the Border Collie open with his fat cock over and over.
"Oh fuck...oh shit...oh fuck yes...oh...fuck...OH...FUCK YES! I want your CUM! Fuck me! Breed me! Fucking FILL me!" The dirty talk really got Charlie going as he felt the familiar tingle forming in his balls. He began fapping his cock hard to the Dobie's rhythm, climbing toward an epic orgasm.
"Fuck yeah...here it comes..." The Dobie shoved hard once, twice, thrice, and his partially-formed knot popped through the Border Collie's hole, ballooning inside and joining them together. "FUCK....CUMMING!" The Dobie started short-humping as Charlie felt hot Doberman semen flood his insides. It set off his own orgasm as he gripped behind his own knot, spasming and writhing on the Dobie's fat knot as it dug incessantly into his prostate.
"Oh FUCK ME...fuck fuck shit FUCK!" Charlie shot wad after wad of Border Collie spunk across his belly and chest as the Dobie finished emptying his load into him.
* * *
Charlie woke with a snort, looking around the room before finally remembering where he was. The next thing he noticed was that his cock was painfully hard. One look at the alarm clock showed he'd been sleeping for about four hours. He hadn't pissed before passing out, so his bladder was full and putting a good deal of pressure on his button. He sighed and fantasized about the dream he'd just had, pawing off. He pushed his other paw against his lower abdomen to increase the pressure from his bladder and moaned as he came hard, ropes of Border Collie cum spurting up across his belly and chest. He bit his lower lip, losing himself in the moment and simply enjoying the cum.
Finally, and all too soon, his orgasm ebbed, the last few dribbles oozing out of his dick to drip down his length. "Fuck..." After laying for a few minutes, he reached up and grabbed the ripped shirt from his headboard that he used for a cum rag and wiped himself and his sheets off as best he could. He got up and headed to the bathroom.
After a relieving piss, Charlie wobbled back into the bedroom, rubbing his eyes. Jase had moved back onto the bed on the other side. After the orgasmic bliss had worked its way through him, Charlie's depression returned, made worse by the good dream that had seemed so nice, but was ultimately unreal. He curled up next to Jase, hugging the dog as silent tears soaked into his fur. Eventually Charlie managed to cry himself back to sleep.
It would pass...tomorrow would be another day.