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Once Upon a Stormy Night.

Written By Wolfie Steel.

Authors warning: You guys know the routine, if you are underage or just plain don't like the material written within the following chapters, please do not continue. There will be bad language, gay yiff, maybe even varying degrees of violence with the possibility of death; I would also like to thank in advance any true life furs who appear in this story. I think that has covered all bases, anyway if you are still reading, enjoy!

_ Author's Note Additional: Thanks again to my friend inuficcrzy for her hard work with the edditing of this story._

Part 2.

We arrive back at Nathan's place, which to my surprise is a log cabin. A very well cared for cabin it is too and a recent treatment with wood preservative is the obvious sign. The front lawn looks to be kept neat and manicured, but it's hard to tell that much when the rain is lashing down, almost coming down horizontally at this point.

There is a porch over the front door and Nathan instructs me to make a run for it and stand in its shelter whilst he locks his car. I wait for a small easing in the rain and make a dash for the cover of the porch and even running the short distance, I still get soaked again. Nathan joins me under the porch and retrieves his keys from his jacket pocket; he unlocks the door and motions for me to step inside.

Once inside I can see that the hallway is carpeted in a plush, thick carpet which looks to be fairly recently laid, I also notice that there is a rubber mat by the side of the doorway, so I remove my shoes and place them on the mat. After all, it's only good manners, Nathan has been kind enough to let me stay the night so he doesn't want some dirty shod Rottweiler messing up his new carpet.

Nathan follows suit and removes his boots and places them on the mat next to my shoes. He then led me into the main room, and I'm astounded by what I find. He has everything; DVD recorder, Blu-ray player, Hi definition plasma TV, Xbox 360, PS3, Top of the line Hi-Fi and surround sound speakers dotted all around the room. Nathan sees my face as we walk in. "Well when you work hard all day, you should be able to come home and enjoy the fruits of your labour."

If this was fruit, then the fruit at my place has all gone bad. Nathan then continues. "Ok Dean, let's get you showered and comfortable. The shower room is up the stairs and first room on the right. There will be a shower towel hanging on the rail, and I have plenty of fur shampoo so help yourself. Once you get out of your wet clothes, just dump them outside the door and I will wash and dry them for you. Oh and don't worry, after you are dry, there is a spare dressing gown on the back of the door which you can use."

I thank Nathan for his kindness and head up to the shower room. I strip out of my wet clothes and dump them outside the door; I then close the door and turn on the shower. Once the shower reached its temperature, I step in and let the water wash away the stresses of the day.

Don't ask me why it happened because I have no idea, but half way through my shower, my mind wonders and thoughts of Nathan begin to fill my head. On instinct, my paw travels down to my hardening cock and I begin to paw off. As I paw faster and harder, I get lost in what I'm doing and start groaning. Suddenly I'm brought back to my senses as Nathan knocks the door.

"Hey Dean, you ok in there? You're groaning quite a bit."

As I stop pawing my climax hits, I bite my lip hard to stop from crying out. Fortunately for me the evidence of my misdemeanour gets rinsed down the drain with the shower water and I make my reply. "Yeah, sorry Nathan, erm, just enjoying the warmth of the shower, but I'm nearly done now."

The lie seems to plicate Nathan and I hear him head back down the stairs. I quickly use the shampoo and wash my fur, then rinse off. Once out of the shower, I grab the towel and dry myself off. This has never been a chore for me as I'm short furred, but damn I gotta find some reason to stay in the bathroom a little longer as I still have a raging hard on.

Eventually my Rottie pride dies down enough for me to be able to put the dressing gown on without fear of being thrown out into the storm. I put on the dressing gown and head back down stairs to meet up with Nathan again. I find him sitting at the kitchen table with an almost knowing look on his face.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "So the shower was good, right?"

I had to fight to keep my composure and not look guilty as I replied, "Yeah, it was great, very relaxing."

The Doberman gave me a look. "Dean, I'm a single male dog so I have done enough pawing in the shower to know what the groans sound like. So if you don't mind me asking, erm, was she hot, the girl you were pawing over?"

I begin to blush like crazy and I let out an audible gulp.

He blinked in realization. "Oh my god, it wasn't a girl was it? You're a tail raiser."

I manage to find my voice again and make my reply. "Yes Nathan, I like males. I like to be with them and I like to fuck them, now if my clothes are dry, I will pay you for the use of your drier and the shower, then I will change and be on my way."

Nathan sits with his muzzle wide open, then he collects his thoughts and stands up from his seat, he then walked over to me and puts a gentle paw on my shoulder. "Dean, I'm not going to throw you out into this storm. In fact I won't be throwing you out at all. I'm sorry if me calling you a tail raiser upset you, but that is just my way. My mouth sometimes runs off without my brain's permission. To be honest there is a reason why I'm a single male dog, I ain't into bitches. Like you, I prefer the company of a good male."

Nathan looks deep into my eyes. Our muzzles are mere inches apart and I can feel his hot breath on my muzzle tip. He catches his breath and continues. "The reason there isn't another male here, is that as yet I haven't found the right one. Well that is until tonight. I was kinda hoping that you would accept my offer to stay overnight, because when I sat in your car I was really starting to get a real good feeling, like you were the one that I wanted to be with." He gave a slightly nervous smile. "If I'm moving too fast, say so."

I slowly sit at the table as I try to take in what Nathan has just told me. Am I dreaming or has this gorgeous Doberman god just told me that he wants to be with me? I decide to try and clarify things before I get my hopes up. "So Nathan, let me get this right in my head. You're telling me that, what, you're bi or gay, and that you want to have fun with me?"

Nathan blushes and gives a slightly nervous giggle. "Actually Dean I'm one hundred percent all male gay, and I was hoping to have more than just fun with you." He moved to stand in front of the chair I sat on, looking me in the eyes with a hopeful expression. "I was hoping that you could possibly see me as a mate."

I blinked in surprise, then slowly stood from the chair. "Are--Are you sure about this?" I asked. "This isn't something you say lightly to anyone, Nathan."

He nodded solemnly. "I know, and I would never say it lightly, Dean. I really want to try having a relationship with you, not just a one-night stand."

I smile, a warm feeling filling my chest. "Then yes, I think I could try that with you."

My paws slowly and tentatively brush the fur on Nathan's strong and powerful arms. I know that at any time he could quite literally grab my paws and break them as easily as he would break a twig. But instead I feel his arms tense and then relax at my touch. I begin to get a little more adventurous as my paws are now travelling up his arms to his oh-so-powerful shoulders.

My paws reach the rim of his tank top where they come to a stop, even though I was aching to pull that shirt off his gorgeous body. I figure that I have been as adventurous as I can be for the night, but Nathan has other ideas. He slowly pulls his tank top over his head and drops it to the top of the table. I had to fight not to stare and start drooling. Oh my gods, the prefect Doberman six pack and a chest that was quite easily called god-like. My paws now move on their own, and roam over his chest and torso, his muscles begin to flex and twitch at my touch.

My paws wonder over the perfect chest eliciting lusty moans from Nathan. I take one of his nipples in my fingers, rolling and pinching it gently. He gasped and shivered at my touch. Suddenly I find that my paws are resting just above the waist band of his trousers, the beginning of his pubic hair just peeking above the rim. I bite my lip in indecision, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Dean, so far my instincts have been right. You truly are a gentle and loving guy. But I was wondering if maybe I could take just the smallest of peeks at what I dream lies beneath that dressing gown?"

I blush like mad but I slowly reveal my chest to him, parting the robe to show my body to his hungry eyes. Nathan mirrors my movements and allows his paws to roam over the top half of my body, again lusty moans slip from his muzzle.

I glance down at his crotch and I can see that his trousers are becoming extremely tented to the point that I would say it was uncomfortable for him. My left paw gently rubs the bulge in his trousers and even though I know he's wearing layers of clothes, I can still feel the incredible heat coming from his undoubted godly cock.

I know right here and right now that I want to taste that cock. I want to suck it into my muzzle and pleasure this Doberman god until he cried out my name. I knelt down to gently nuzzle his crotch, my hot breath felt against his cock even through the fabric. He moans loudly, and it seems that the treatment is getting to be too much for Nathan. "Do you want more?" I asked.

"Yes," he pants "god yes, Dean, I want it."

I pull back the slightest bit to look in his eyes. "Have you done this with others before?"

He paused a moment, a faint blush on his cheeks. "No," he said quietly. "I haven't. I've only played around with other guys, but I've never gone this far with anyone. I want to try with you." He looked into my eyes. "Have you done this with many others?"

I smiled up at him. "A few friends, mostly just to play. But I've never had a mate before. You would be my first." He smiled and gently lifted me into his arms, carrying me off to his bedroom. It was spares, but well furnished, with a basic bed and side table, no clutter. where he lays me on the bed and begins to undo his trousers. I lick my muzzle in anticipation of what I'm sure is about to happen.