I Always Know
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Hello all!
I didn't plan to launch my fifth full digit with this story, but this one wanted to come out, and I wrote it down, and here you go, fresh from the keys.
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Special mention to Victus Lupus, who wanted to see more about the Ramrod gay bar, and with his kind comments helped to give the inspiration that helped to set the stage of this little story. Cheers for making the birth of this story just that little extra easier!
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Preston knew he had made his catch for the night as soon as he saw the German Shepherd sitting at the corner of the bar counter and looking around the bustling gay bar with an air of distaste on his eyes and muzzle. The middle-aged canine's ears were about one third flat while his eyes zoomed around the scantly clad twinks and the daddy types and grizzlies, either in their leathers or PVC's or even in simple, plain clothes that would've in no way set them apart from any straight guy just wanting to sit down for a beer after a long day at work. The Sheppie wore a promising outfit, a simple collared shirt and black trousers.
Preston wore a red and black plaid shirt and loved the way how the otter behind the counter called him "the regular lumberjack" as he sat down next to the Sheppie and ordered a beer.
"Evening," he said to the Sheppie.
That look always made Preston's cock jump into full mast within seconds inside his rough, worn jeans. It was the kind of a look that said: "I don't like looking at this kind of a thing but I sure know I want a piece of it" , and Preston had always been sucker for that. Sometimes literally, too.
"Good night," the Sheppie huffed, barely raising his eyes from his beer.
"Looking for drink or to dance?" Preston asked.
"I don't dance," the Sheppie grunted form the corner of his maw.
"I don't dance either, but I know a few steps," Preston smirked and flicked one of the white polar bear ears to great effect.
The Sheppie simply stared at the bubbles and foam in his beer and left Preston to be alone for now. The bear received his own beer from the pierced-tongued otter and got a smirk from him in return of the five dollar bill Preston handed over to him. Preston took a deep swig from his drink and smiled at the feeling of some of the foam getting stuck on his chin.
"Pretty good beer they serve here?" he spoke.
The Sheppie smacked his tail against the legs of his bar stool.
"Tasted better." he relented.
"Sometimes it's an acquired taste."
Preston loved cheesy chatting up dialogue. Sometimes the kind of guys such as the Sheppie were so damn stoic that he couldn't help but laugh at how uptight they were, sometimes even when he'd be kneeling behind them just about ready to push his cock into them. The Sheppie didn't seem to be an exception to the stereotype, and Preston didn't mind.
"Maybe I should have this particular kind more often?" the Sheppie offered now, and the polar bear wagged his short tail.
The game had stepped up to the next level.
Preston took a hefty gulp from his beer and smirked toothily. His were pretty good yet, mostly white and without cavities. He washed them twice a day, after all.
"Suppose you mostly drink simple home produce?" Preston grinned.
The Sheppie offered a double ear flick.
"Then it's no wonder you sometimes want to go for an exported brew," the bear smirked.
"Right."
That's how it always began for Preston, and he also know how it would usually end. Perhaps a couple of beers, usually these guys needed a few for the courage that they needed when they would pay for their drinks and leave outside to "get a cab". They'd stand in the night air for a while and he'd wave for a cab and offer to pay it, and that'd be the moment of the last decision.
Sometimes they bailed out at the last moment and would refuse the cab fare and usually disappeared into the night after claiming that they would take the bus, or maybe they had a friend coming to pick them up. Preston had encountered a few of these cold feet during his time, but tonight there was no fear of that.
The guys always came over to his place, and Preston would not mention that at all. Even now that he had them safely tucked inside his apartment and the bottle of whiskey had been opened and a suitable amount of the brown liquid was poured into a pair of snifters, there was no talk of eventualities.
It was very quiet as Preston watched the Sheppie hold a glass of whiskey in a paw and a state at the empty TV screen of the home theater set. He cut a lonely figure there on the corner of the couch, so unlike the burly polar bear with his lumberjack outfit.
"Good drink?" Preston asked from his guest, and the Sheppie simply nodded.
"Glad it's good enough. I don't buy the more fancy stuff, but it's good enough I suppose."
"It is more than fine."
Preston smiled and scooted over a strategic foot and a half so that only another half a foot separated them.
"When's your home coming time?" he asked.
"Midnight," the Sheppie snorted.
Preston glanced at the clock on the DVD player which now read 10:20.
There wasn't hurry.
At least this particular Sheppie didn't want to talk. Sometimes they wanted to talk, and sometimes that made him feel awkward. This Sheppie was a quiet one and seemed to be genuinely appreciating the drink he had been offered, so things were more than fine.
He didn't flinch when Preston cupped his muzzle into one of his big paws and kissed him fully on the muzzle. Agreed, he did not shove his tongue into Preston's maw in return, nor gripped him in return, but he didn't stop the polar bear from doing the same. His tongue was soon exploring the canine's maw, tasting liquor and Sheppie. Within a few moments Preston had learned that he had a couple of filling on his molars, and that he definitely wasn't a smoker.
The Sheppie growled throatily when Preston's paw grasped the front of his trousers and felt up the hot mound of his sheath through the cloth. He even reciprocated after a little moment of one-sided groping, opting to rub his paw over Preston's own package in a slow, circular movement. His tongue felt raspy against Preston's own while he explored the Sheppie's maw and felt with pleasure that the lump inside the business suit pants was growing in size. His own was already as big as it would be, swollen and pulsing with pleasurable anticipation. The Sheppie's paw felt suitable clumsy as he clung onto that length of flesh hidden beneath the rough fabric of the jeans the polar bear wore to complete his rough outlooks.
The Sheppie wagged his tail and it smacked softly against the edge of the couch.
Preston smiled and licked the Sheppie's lips as their kiss finally broke. His lips felt warm and tingly.
"Wanna catch your breath?" he smiled and repeated the lick before picking up his snifter and taking another sip of his drink.
The Sheppie mimicked him in this, too, and his paw didn't leave the front of Preston's jeans even when they simply breathed. Their raspy breaths sounded like a broken air conditioning fan for a while.
The next kiss tasted more of whiskey than Sheppie or bear, at least momentarily before their copious saliva washed it away and only left the telltale musky taste of a male. Preston spared a paw and unbuttoned his shirt, and the newly exposed chest invited the Sheppie's paw. He felt up over the bear's pecs and his gut and even scratched a little over his lower belly, making the bear grumble low and deep in his throat.
The Sheppie didn't stop him from opening the buttons and fly of his pants and pulling down the neat boxers to expose the thick, stout canine member. Preston ran a gentle paw along its slightly damp length and remembered to squeeze the half-grown sheath with appropriate care while his tongue slipped between the Sheppie's lips one final time.
Cock tasted good after a short dry spell. It was a clean cock, Preston found out, and just the right size to take the whole way into his maw. His nose pressed against the base of the Sheppie's sheath and offered a musky little treat. He didn't take any hurry savoring the scent, not even when the canine pressed a paw over the back of his neck and simply held it there. Preston smiled around the length of cock in his muzzle and swallowed a couple of times, just to give an interesting feeling even if the cock didn't reach his throat. Then he growled, deep and deliberately.
His game of being the living vibrator rewarded him with a little spurt of watery pre over his tongue. He rolled his tongue over the shaft to gather any remaining traces of it and enjoyed the taste as soon as it lasted. The canine's blunt tip fit nicely between his black lips and made a wet sound when it left his maw and came to land onto Preston's paw. He gave it a couple of a firm, slow strokes, and smiled up to the Sheppie as the canine growled.
"Want to lie down already?" he smiled, showing a couple of teeth.
"Yeah," the dog growled.
They shed their clothes before entering the bedroom. Preston knew that it would help to keep any awkward scents away from the Sheppie's apparel, and he also noticed that the canine took care as he folded his trousers and shirt and put then down over the armrest of the couch.
They were both naked and it was easy for Preston to gather the slightly shorter canine into his arms and pull him close. The Sheppie's maw yielded easily for his advances again, and the exchange of saliva and the rubbing of their hard cocks together between two warm bodies was more than enough to set the stage for the next half an hour. Preston tipped his muzzle down and bit on the canine's shoulder lightly, leaving his possessive mark there for the duration. It would be easy to wash away his scent, for he carried the best scent-neutralizing soap in his bathroom, something often appreciated by his guests. His paws kneaded the canine's warm rump and the base of his tail, pressing over the bony protrusion there lightly. Their bodies fit together nicely and without trouble, and the Sheppie returned Preston's bite by lapping the side of the bear's muzzle with his broad tongue.
Preston rumbled happily and rewarded him with a smile, and a long kiss over his lips while his rips rubbed firmly over the Sheppie's swollen loins.
"Anything you'd prefer?" Preston asked politely, because sometimes he knew that there was something particular that would make the evening even more special than it would be if he was simply in charge.
The Sheppie's expression hardly changes when he speaks in a low, ragged rumble.
"I'll sit down," the simple words were spoken with great meaning to them.
Preston squeezed the slightly muscular halves of the Sheppie's rear and smiled once more.
"It'll be my pleasure."
Once on the bed, the kissing intensified once more. The Sheppie's paws were hooked over Preston's neck while the bear pressed the Sheppie's slighter frame down over the bed. His knees, holding the weight of the bear's body so that he would not crush his temporary companion, were drawn onto each side of the Sheppie's hips, holding in a full body embrace. Let him feel the bear's soft furs all over his body, let him have everything he wants, and Preston could have all he wanted in return, and it was fine so.
It wasn't too difficult to find a rhythm to the movement of their bodies as they continued to kiss and growl and drool and hold onto each other. Preston was mindful of the clock, of course, but at this age, he had learned well by now the pleasures of taking things as slowly as possible, and he was in no more hurry than he ever was. The Sheppie's quite growls made Preston's ears flick occasionally, and he returned them in kind. He didn't forget to run his nose up and down the canine's neck and taking in his natural musk, but teeth there were not usually appreciated, so he didn't take the risk either.
After a while the bear rolled them over and settled with his head leaning against the headboard of the bed while the Sheppie straddled him and laid down as well, Preston's thick thighs spread and inviting. Preston more caressed than groped the newly presented ass that was inches away from his muzzle, opting to simply feel its form and find pleasure in that simple act, as well as watching the curve of that tail, lifted and tilted off to the side, out of the way.
He remembered to growl hotly when the Sheppie's paw curled around the base of his member and lifted it up from his fuzzy belly while the Sheppie leaned his own head down and engulfed the pointed tip into his maw. Preston kept his hips still, allowing the canine to take all the time he needed to do as he wished. He was quite eager, too, taking about four inches and then one to spare before he began the familiar bobbing motion.
Preston pushed a paw between the Sheppie's spread thighs and massaged his balls and hard shaft with that one paw while the other held onto the base of his tail. It was easy from his current posture to lean and run his tongue along the Sheppie's taint and up to the musky hole hidden at the very end of that softly furred trail. The taste is slightly sweaty, slightly acrid, but good enough that Preston pressed his nose into the deep crevice briefly to simply breathe in the musk of the canine on top of him before going for another taste.
His went tongue moved up and down easily, reaching the base of the slightly jerky tail and circling the closed muscle before going down to the slowly stroked balls and then returning to continue his attentions on the dark spot of pinkness. His licks brought growls from the canine that were more felt than heard. Preston growled equally appreciatively of the feeling, and let the core of the Sheppie's body feel them as well, just the way that the dog's own rumbles resonated over the bear's flesh.
The Sheppie would not complain when Preston announced that he wanted some more, and the slightly mournful-eyed canine simple rolled off the bear's round belly and laid down again, watching Preston fetch his wares from a drawer. Lube from the plastic tube was smeared between the Sheppie's rump cheeks and spread over the hidden pucker by a thick, singular finger, probing, prodding and circling, preparing him for the needed inevitable. The slick fluid made the grip of the canine's body not only hot but wet as well. Preston was not demoralized by the tightness of the overzealous muscle, instead opting for another application of lube and two fingers, which the Sheppie took with a grunt and a low, rumbling breath flowing out deeply from his lungs.
Preston rolled the Sheppie onto his back for a little moment more to slip his lips over his canine member again, going up and down for a precious minute and letting his lips kiss the swollen knot at the base several times before he comes up for air again and leaves the Sheppie lying down with a hotly glistening cock resting against his belly, unattended for now.
The bear stopped the ongoing eroticism for a brief moment to open the small cardboard box with the image of a smiling brown bear on the side and fetch the small sliver of plastic before it was rolled over his straining member and coated with another application of the trusty lube. His eyes lingered on the Sheppie's as he lay down on his back and pushed a couple of pillows behind his neck.
The Sheppie didn't speak when he crawled over and swung high knee around in order to seat himself against the bear's belly. He received Preston's paws on his brown-furred thighs that contrasted warmly with the bear's own white, creamy belly.
Their eyes met over Preston's expansive body as the Sheppie's paw slipped between their bodies and gave his member a squeeze before taking aim. Being the polite bear that he was, Preston did not thrust before the Sheppie had negotiated almost half of the bear's slick member inside his anus. Tilted knees offered enough leverage for Preston to push and pull until the Sheppie's hips pressed into his warm lap.
They remained like that for only a moment, watching each other. The Sheppie's breaths came as broken huffs, and his body squeezed and grasped on the hot length within as if trying to expel it from its realms. Preston was quite sure that it was not entire a painless feeling, but the canine would not let his inner thought show any more than necessary. After a few breathless moments his hips shifted, the squeeze became a deliberate one, and his knotted member throbbed and leaked pre over the bear's belly.
Preston wasn't often in this position, but he had no trouble keeping up a rhythm of upwards thrusts that complimented the Sheppie's tilting movements. He was not moving up and down much, more shifting his hips back and forth, letting that pointed length find places deep within him and press into everything untouched there. His paws were splayed over Preston's round belly, unmoving and firm over the layers of muscle and fur while Preston danced along to the steps he knew.
The bear's paw cupped the Sheppie's rump and encouraged him while his other paw curled around the stout member and started to give it a few measured strokes in between rolls of hips. The Sheppie's chest started to glisten with sweat, and the new musk mixed with that already filling the air of the room. The muskiness made Preston want to growl ,and thus he did, letting his breath become rumbles. The Sheppie's were rather more ragged, almost huffs whose hot edges stroked against Preston's face as well. The canine's eyes were closed, and Preston did not mind. Sometimes they didn't want to watch, for they wanted to simply feel, and sometimes that was fine, too.
The stroke of hips became faster, and so did the breaths, as were Preston's strokes over the Sheppie's cock. It throbbed and leaked and became slick and twitchy in his palm, signaling the impeding end into their eve. Preston's paw squeezed over the warm knot firmly and ramped up his thrusts, giving the canine's rear a few well-measured jabs with his hips before the explosion of pleasure made time to lose its substance.
The Sheppie's cum bathed Preston's belly and chest while his own was disposed into the safety of the prophylactic keeping their bodies from reaching ultimate connection. The Sheppie remained as he were for a while, sitting fully and heavily on the heated cock inside him and letting its presence heighten the pulsating feelings going through his innards. The heated feelings subsided after a moment, and the Sheppie finally opened his eyes.
Preston smiled and gave the Sheppie's spent member a careful squeeze.
"Good?"
The Sheppie simply nodded again, but his tail wagged at least one, which was as rewarding as anything. He didn't remain in place for much longer afterwards, instead leaning forward and letting the bear member slip away from him slowly. Preston bit his lip at the final squeeze of that body and then he was free, and the canine was on his feet.
"The special soap is in the left cabinet above the sink, " he called up as he watched the Sheppie walk towards the adjoining bathroom door.
"Thanks," the low voice replied, this time, before he disappeared.
Preston sighed, rolled over to his side and pulled the cum-filled condom from his cock, tossing the slick piece of plastic aside before he simply laid there and listened to the sound of the shower running. His belly was nicely warmed by the post-orgasmic glow, and his breaths were still deep and slightly uneven, just the way he liked them in situations like this.
The Sheppie returned into sight after a while, slightly drippy after using the hot air function of the shower cabinet on himself for a few minutes. No whiff of bear came over from him, not even after their sex, and even his cock had almost returned to its normal dormant size.
Their eyes met across the room briefly, and the Sheppie nodded, and Preston nodded, too. The next thing he heard of him was the front door being opened and closed in quick succession.
Preston rolled over to his back, scratched his belly and his drained balls and wondered whether he would have time to shower before the late night House rerun would start. Perhaps there was time.
The spent condom smelled of cum and musk and lube on the nightstand.
"Yeah, thanks," Preston rumbled and headed for the bathroom scratching his jiggly ass.
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