Ch 7: The Ultimate Question by comidacomida

Ch 7: The Ultimate Question

comidacomida, Anal, Bad Language, Bull Terrier, Friendship, Gay Relationships, Human, Love, M/M, Rimming, Romance, Shower, burb dog

You remember that huge cluster-fuck of a voting year when everyone was yelling about something-or-other? I know... I know... every voting year is like that. The one I'm talking about was the big to-do about who gets to marry who and why or why not. Normally most years when the president isn't being voted on most people don't bother showing up at the polls, but considering the ballots on the list I think quite a few people wanted to be heard.

If you don't remember, it was when almost every state wanted a say in what could or shouldn't be called marriage. Jason was shipped out to Idaho by Walter Media to report on the FOUR things that they were going to vote on. Though almost every state was voting on Dog/Human marriage and most were voting on same sex marriage, Idaho took it a step further and there were also votes on lowering the legal age to marry down to fifteen or some shit, and a right-wing religious group managed to get something on the ballot about people not being able to get married after they turned 60 or something like that. Fucking crazy, am I right?

Anyway, all that talk about relationships really had me thinking about me and Jason. Until that year I hadn't really ever considered what we were to each other... I mean, we were Guard Dog and Human... that was us, plain and simple. With all the talk about humans marrying Dogs and and chicks marrying chicks and all that, it kinda left me uncertain about a lot of things.

Don't get me wrong-- I didn't doubt me and Jason for a second... but it did make me look at who we were and what we were to one another. What didn't help was that I spent most of my time thinking about it on the flight from New York to Chicago. I suppose that would have been bad enough, but during our layover they had the news reporting on more of that stuff so it was on my mind again from Chicago to Boise. That second leg of the flight had tons of turbulence and the only thing worse than having my brain focus on one thing over a long period of time is to have my brain focus on one thing over a long period of time with the fasten seatbelt sign lit.

The flight went okay I guess... if you ignore the argument I had with one of the flight attendants-- I really hate diet coke and I wasn't really in the mood to be nice about it. At least we were in business class... I woulda gone unhinged if I was crammed into one of those fucking sardine can coach seats. Jason was pretty good with the words of encouragement that helped keep me calm, but I was glad when we landed; I managed to get out into the terminal on my pure "don't mess with this Dog because he is in no mood to deal with a crowd" look alone. Thank god airport security doesn't stop people based just on attitude or they woulda hauled my ass in because that woulda classified as a national threat.

I was still on edge when we got out to the street. We were looking for a cab and I don't know if there was a lack of em that day or if everyone wanted one, but the only cab we found without a fare was parked off to the side of the lot. A pudgy German Shepherd sat behind the wheel munching on what I think was a bagel and cream cheese. I waved at him but he went ahead and ignored us. Jason was encouraging me to just look for a different cab, but I wasn't really in a mood to not call out someone being that rude.

Because of a promise to Jason I made awhile back I'll skip the details and because of an agreement with the airport I couldn't explain specifically what happened anyway. I still think he should have turned off his on duty sign if he was taking a break and that long-haired son of a bitch REALLY shouldn't have called me a prick. I'm sure he'll think of that every time he looks in the mirror and the spot where he used to have a tooth. I'm just sorry that it cost Jason so much to get a last-minute car rental.

We grabbed some lunch at a fast food joint. Eating usually helps my mood, and being with my human does too... but sitting there gave me time to think, and my mind kept going back to the topics on the news. I spent most of lunch watching Jason, smiling to myself at the way he double-or-triple dipped his fries in his ketchup. I realized just then that I really WAS caught up in my own head-- usually Jason never got a chance to eat any of his fries because I 'helped him' with them too fast.

Jason drove which was probably a good thing since I was still lost inside my head. Have you ever been distracted by a thought or an idea or maybe something you just heard that made you stop and go 'wow'? Well... I think I was suffering from all three of those at the same time. It was a strange time in my life, that week... the trip just happened to be the highest point of that distraction... and let me tell you: I was one distracted Dog.

The check-in at the hotel went easy enough and the guy at the desk had one of the guys in the red suits get the trolley-thing to gather up our luggage and roll it into the elevator for us. He brought us down the hall to our room, constantly looking over his shoulder every minute or two so he could glance at Jason. "You're Jason Campbell, right?" he finally asked

"That's what his reservation said." I wasn't really in the mood to have to deal with anyone who had any strong political views at that point, and, considering everything on the news I figured that's where the discussion was going, "Got a problem?" I challenged.

The bellhop stood to the side as the elevator doors opened, "No, sir." he replied, "I just wanted to say I'm a fan."

"Thank you." Jason told him. Whenever Jason gets complimented or recognized he has this habit of doing a little faint blush and the kind of smile you'd expect to see on a little six year old pup when she licks a little boy pup she likes. I'd call it disgusting if he didn't look so damn cute doing it. For almost a second it shook me out of my funk, until I realized it was just one more thing I really loved about my human, and that got me right back into thinking about our relationship and the political shit-storm.

"Left, Mr Campbell." the bellhop said, pointing down the hall, "It's number 414."

Jason thanked him and then led the way with me behind him and the hotel guy bringing up the rear. When we got to the door Jason gave the man a few bucks and, just like any other time he was talking to a fan he added, "I hope you keep watching."

The man accepted the tip and nodded, "I will! Thanks!" and he went back toward the elevator with a spring in his step. Anyone with an eye for it couldn't have possibly missed the way he walked.

"There's no way he's a Leasher." I pointed out.

"Not everyone who watches Dog-Eat-Dog is a Leasher you know." Jason pointed out.

"Probably some Bad Dog's bitch." I agreed. Jason sputtered, obviously caught unware; he never did have that great of a gaydar, "Just look at the way he walks..." I pointed out for him.

The whole discussion was completely lost to my human, "Still a little grumpy, huh?" he accused.

I responded in a polite, reasonable, adult manner: I stuck out my tongue. The exchange felt good regardless, and I felt my tail actually begin to pick up a slow tempo. Its movement helped considering the fact that I was still wired beyond belief and I still hadn't figured out how to approach the discussion I knew my human and I needed to have. Jason opened the door and gazed around the room. He reached over and flipped on a light switch, still standing there. I probably would have waited for him to move in any other situation but I was all full of nervous energy.

I passed by Jason, who just stood there next to the doorway. I set the suitcases and stuff off to the side and went to the bathroom to check on the situation there; as usual: no hot tub. To tell the truth I wasn't very surprised-- they never do. Doesn't keep me from checking though.

I heard Jason do his own usual hotel ritual. Off in the main room he flopped out on the bed and rolled around on the blanket taking all the scents. I offered once to do it for him but for whatever stupid reason he had to do it himself or it didn't count... kinda stupid if you ask me-- I have a better nose. Either way, I didn't mind that night because I was still all stressed out and had no idea how to go about talking to him. It was a weird situation because I'd never had trouble talking to Jason before. Kinda funny how having to ask the right kind of question can do that to ya, huh?

Deciding to keep moving, I turned on the shower. I took off my collar (showers are one of the few times I will) and tossed my clothing wherever the hell it landed-- when you're trying to keep your focus you generally don't worry about things like where your dirty shirt goes. That was one of those things that pissed of Jason, but we were in a hotel-- it wasn't like I was going to leave em there for a week... probably just two or three days.

I climbed into the shower and got good and wet as I thought about what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. Considering all the publicity and political attention human and Dog relationships were getting it was hard not to think about that kind of stuff. With all the supporters screaming for change and all of the haters crying for shutting up the activists it was hard not to think about me and Jason and our relationship.

Running through a few practice lines, I had to cut it short when I heard Jason enter the bathroom-- at that point I switched over to singing. I don't remember what song it was, but it had a good beat; nothing worth singing had anything less. Though the shower door was glass it was treated with a marbling effect which made it impossible to see through clearly-- you know... all that modesty shit that so many people have issues with. Still, I could tell my Jason was naked and, when I picked up the scent of mint I could tell he was brushing his teeth.

I turned off the water and gave myself a solid shake, sending water spray against all sides of the shower... and a little up onto the ceiling (it's not a good shake unless you do). We were both in the bathroom, and I had been obsessing on the discussion all night. I pushed open the shower door, realizing that I had to start the discussion at some point. I started to lose my nerve and had to figure out how to set the topic up for discussion.

Jason had his back to me with his attention on the sink. I'm not sure why, but my human brushes his teeth at the weirdest hours... sometimes three or four times a day. The mirror was fogged up but Jason has always been a pretty attentive guy and I watched as he reached for the towel beside him on the counter and wrapped it around his waist. Why? I have no idea... damn thing only ends end up getting in the way... heh heh.

He held onto the towel with one hand and wiped his other hand across the mirror to clear away a section of the fog. The clear section of mirror gave me a good view of his eyes, which were focused on me... or, more specifically, a specific part of me, which was peeking out of its place in its sheath. "By the way..." I greeted him, causing his eyes to snap up to meet my own in the mirror, "I have a surprise for ya." I spread my legs just a little, not that it was the 'surprise' I was talking about, but why pass up on a good one-liner?

A smile spread across his face, "Well isn't this a nice surprise?"

I stepped out of the shower and padded across the distance between us and slid my damp paws across his bare shoulders. There's something about the soft pink flesh that I can't help but want to touch. Looking up at his reflection in the mirror we locked gazes. I could tell he saw the intentions in my eyes and I sure as hell saw that liked what I was thinking.

Jason let out one of his sexy little sighs as he leaned back against me and I felt my tail start to wag as the small of his back tickled the fur of my sheath. I couldn't stop a little growl from escaping with my next breath out as a little electric jolt spider webbed its way through my crotch. I'd been trying to hide the stress of the night from him and I knew that I was barely holding it together... I had to do something before the nervous energy exploded. The first step, I knew, was to get him out of that damn towel. He let go of it the moment my paw encircled his wrist and it fell to the floor where it belonged.

"I didn't finish my shower." I said in as clear a tone as I could, feeling the strong urge to push him over the counter and take him right there-- stress does different things to different people and to me, at that moment, wanted me to forget words and go straight for action. I resisted the instinct though and made do with brushing my muzzle through his hair. I took a lungful of my wonderful Jason's scent and my whole body quivered "You're gonna join me." he realized that it was more an order than an observation.

"Am I that dirty?" he asked.

"If not, I am." my own grin in the mirror scared me.

"Jack Daniels," he smiled back, much more innocently than me, "You are anything but subtle."

I pulled my human back to the shower with me, his towel left on the floor. He stepped in first and I licked my muzzle watching him move. His body has always been a beautiful thing and I never get tired of seeing him without clothes to get in the way. He moved to the shower knob but I got to him first before he could turn it on. With one of my paws on either of his shoulders I pressed my nose up to the back of his neck and took another deep breath. I felt the warm slickness of my sheath give up its goods as I reveled in the smell of my Jason. Another growl escaped me as my attention was distracted by the sound of his heartbeat picking up when my claws raked down his back.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked me. I realized at that point that I was squishing him against the wall. I opened up my muzzle to answer him and, just then, he turned the shower on and I got a face full of water. I sputtered, backing away from him as I wiped the water out of my eyes. By that time he had turned around and was smiling like a stupid little fool, "Surprise?" he offered.

I could tell that his heart was still beating quickly and, from the look of the flesh between his legs he was getting a kick out of the attention... which was great because I wasn't about to stop giving it. "Wanting to do this the hard way, huh?" I growled in what I hoped he realized was just some good old fashioned posturing. The sound that came out was mixed with my nerves and it sounded pretty damn convincing even to me.

I guess he knew I wouldn't ever really hurt him because he didn't even step back, "I have no idea what you're talking about." he didn't miss a beat, taking a step toward me, "I just want to make sure we can both get clean and you can't do that without water."

"Oh... we'll get clean, alright... just after we get dirty." my tail became my outlet for my nerves and it threw water all over the shower with its wagging. I reached out a paw and gripped him by the neck. I felt his heartbeat... I heard his breath quicken... I smelled the scent of his excitement... I could almost taste him--- I wanted to taste him.

I felt my own heart speed up even more as I lifted Jason clean off of the shower floor, his back to the wall. I wasn't about to choke him though; despite how careless I can be at times Jason meant more to me than life itself, and my other paw was right there holding most of his weight up by the hip. I leaned forward and nibbled his shoulder, unable to resist the urge to feel his flesh against my teeth, "Now..." I said, my voice already shaky... urgent... eager... "where were we?" I pushed one of my legs under his rump so I could rest his weight on it and free up my other paw.

"Something about getting dirty, I think." my human encouraged me on. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Considering how many years we've been together, Jason and I have always had certain expectations of each other. First, I know that Jason hates bell peppers, he is obsessive about having his socks match; he always writes in cursive; and starting a sentence with 'so' really annoys him; the smelling the hotel bed thing-- and that's just to name a few of his quirks. I have my own dos and don'ts too and he knows them all by heart... but there are some times that it's worth it to step outside your comfort zone... especially when the best human in the world doesn't expect it. That was one of those situations.

I brought my free paw up to my muzzle and stuck my middle finger against my tongue. Giving it a solid lick I got it all good and slobbered up-- Jason had no idea what to expect and I could see the confusion on his face. I leaned forward, eager to feel his throat in my muzzle. I licked his chin and nuzzled my way across his jaw and only then did I bare my teeth, shaking like a junky just about to get his first dose in a week. He gasped at the feel of my maw around his neck... but he gasped even louder when he found out what I had in plan for my finger. Jason went completely rigid in my grasp the moment my finger slid up under him.

He melted in my arms the moment it started slipping inside him. Dogs don't usually use fingers for that sort of thing cuz we can end up hurting lovers with our claws, but I lost the claw on my middle finger of that paw in a car accident years before. I felt his opening relax which allowed me to slip in even further and he began squirming in my grasp. I licked his throat, muzzle still gripping him by the neck. It was obvious that he was enjoying the attention from the gurgling moans escaping him... not to mention that I kept getting poked in the belly by his excited cock... heh.

I've never been much for using my finger on Jason... usually that's what my dick was for, but, on some very rare occasions it kinda helped to switch things up... not to mention get him really hot, and the wait never failed to do the same for me. I continued to work my finger into him until it was in to the hilt. Jason let out a long, quivering moan as I slowly pulled it out and then let go of his neck, licking at the indents left by my teeth.

He didn't bother asking any questions by that point, obediently turning to face the wall of the shower as I spun him around. I pressed his chest against the surface, holding him completely off the ground as I held him up completely by his ass, one paw on either cheek. He squirmed again as I knelt down-- he had no idea what was coming because one thing he knew about me as a true fact was that I was NOT a Dog that did any rimming... ever... period. He found out at that point that every rule had an exception.

Jason's gasp echoed all around the shower the moment my tongue delved between his cheeks. Between the time we'd spent in the shower and the one he'd taken that morning, my human was clean, and I capitalized on that. He continued to squirm as my teeth nicked the skin on the small of his back and my tongue worked its way into his quivering opening. Jason coughed and sputtered, toes curling as he whimpered more helplessly than I'd ever heard from the human who always seemed to be in control... god, it was an amazing sound.

The whimper turned into a warbling moan, and his opening spasmed rhythmically against my tongue and I could smell the musky scent of him giving in to a release. There's nothing finer than knowing you could bring your partner to orgasm without even needing to touch their dick... talk about empowering... heh heh. Jason's moaning died down to gasps and deep breaths and I couldn't help but laugh at how much he was blushing.

"I thought you... when did.... what was that?" he asked, having to restart the question several times.

"Something I thought you'd like." I grinned, "You gonna tell me I was wrong?"

"God, no..." he admitted, still working to control breath, "I just thought--" by that time I'd heard enough of his fumbling for words and decided it was time to shut up. A kiss worked just fine, but I wasn't ready to leave it at that. My tongue explored his mouth, his own eagerly inviting it in while I pulled him up off the ground again and pushed his back against the shower wall.

Jason has always been pretty quick on the uptake and that night was no exception. He wrapped his legs around my hips and I supported him with one paw as I used the other to guide my own very-eager meat into the opening just recently left empty by my tongue. The feel of his body heat engulf me was too much and it was all I could do to keep from impaling him with a single thrust. At that point, I didn't just want him... I NEEDED him. Even with as much self control as I could muster though, I couldn't manage to take more than three thrusts before my knot was buried in my human.

I don't think I was able to say anything intelligent at that point... just grunts, growls, and eager whines as I tried to make it go even further into him. It was maybe thirty seconds in all... don't laugh either-- you try rutting your human when you're tensed up and nervous and we'll see if you do anything better. Anyway, he came for a second time just as I was emptying myself into him. I howled at that point, completely surrendering to the too-few-seconds when my human and I took up the same space in the world and anything outside that moment didn't matter at all.

I slammed him against the wall, burying myself as deep as I could into him, feeling his insides massage me as he began pumping his own jets of spunk out too. I felt his release spray all over my stomach and, by extension, his. My knot trapped everything I gave him inside his body, but it would be damn messy when I finally pulled out-- I don't think I'd ever had such a big orgasm in my life and maybe it was just my imagination but I could have sworn I felt it sloshing around inside him.

God, it was just... wow. I still can't find the right words for it. It turned my brain into jelly and then force-fed it back to me through my nose. The tingles from that orgasm went all the way down to my toes and made me weak in the knees. Jason's final contractions milked me for all I was worth and I slumped down onto my ass, barely enough energy to keep my tail from getting bent at an odd angle-- which, for those of you who don't have one, I'll let you know, hurts like hell.

The water kept coming down, but it wasn't in my face since we were on the far side of the shower. I was on my back and my human sat atop me, eyes glinting in joy and pleasure. I made lazy circles against his back with my claws, feeling the way that his furless skin felt almost malleable under my touch... there's something about touching a furless body that seems almost magical. I guess it's weird, yea... but I think they're sexy in their own way... especially Jason's. heh heh

He sprawled out on me and put his head on my chest, squirming just a little until he could find a comfortable position. It wasn't always easy for him considering he had a dog cock up his ass... but he was used to it by then, I guess... and it wasn't like he had to sleep like that... he was there just until my knot shrank. It didn't seem to bother him at all though, and I certainly wasn't complaining. My Jason just looked down at me, a smile on his face, and he said "After all these years, you still manage to surprise me... you know that?"

~You ain't seen nothing yet, monkey.~ I thought to myself, and suddenly realized that we might have had one really mind-blowing, nut-busting, goo-geyser of a good time, but it wasn't really why I wanted him so close to me. Well... it was a fucking good reason... but it wasn't THE reason. He smiled, completely unaware of what was going on in my head. I slowly looked away as he tried to meet my gaze. I chuckled... it probably sounded strained because... well... it was. "Still one more surprise to go for the night." I finally answered, not exactly sure how to proceed... it wasn't like I'd ever said anything like what I was about to say.

"You're pregnant?" the little fucker asked.

It wasn't really all that funny, but I laughed... god help me, considering all of the stress, I laughed. The movement of our bodies together caused his insides to rub against me and, if you know anything about Dogs, we tend to get pretty sensitive 'down there' after we get it on. He shuddered a little in my grasp so I could tell the sensations were doing something to him too. "No... I'm not pregnant." I answered. "If anyone was, I figured it'd be you, anyway."

He leaned forward and kissed me in response... which made the situation all the more difficult. For all my strength, and willpower, and self confidence, (and damn good looks) there are some things that just aren't easy. I knew right then and there what I had to ask would be one of those things.

"You know about all these marriage vote things going on?" I asked, focusing on the sensations my paw felt as I slid it across the wet skin of his back.

"Marriage vote things?", he asked, playing with the fur at the end of my muzzle. I could tell he was making fun of me so I nipped at his fingers. "Yea... I'm familiar with them." he smiled, finally answering, "Why?"

I stroked his back, the smooth feel of his bare body and his warmth... against my paw, across my body, and gripping my-- well... you get the idea. I was left wishing I would be able to just hold him and not possibly ruin things with what I was going to say, "Do you think they'll pass?" I stalled for time.

"No idea." he admitted, the smile slowly disappearing from his mouth as that damn-sexy deep-in-thought gaze of his appeared in his eyes, "I hope so."

"Me too." I agreed... and I realized I ran out of time; the question couldn't wait. "Marry me."

I sat there waiting for his answer, the sudden tightness around my shaft inside him said that he was more than surprised. Jason said nothing. The water continued to fall down against his back creating a mist around his head like a saint's halo. I wondered during that time if maybe my Jason were as unreachable as one of those old dead guys-- just another legend that can't ever really be held. Was our time together just between Guard Dog and human, or was there something more?

Was I stupid for asking it? Was it too soon? For all we knew the laws might never let us be married. Was I an asshole for suggesting it? Did I read into things? I loved him... god, I loved him... but how did I know if he really loved me? Would he even say yes? I felt my body start to shut down, thinking that I'd destroyed everything with two little words. Why was I so stupid to think that I could ever call him anything other than my human? Shouldn't that have been enough?

Bull Terriers are known for being clumsy and for breaking things-- was that transferring over to what I had with Jason? I remember wanting to run and hide and crawl under a bed... or, better yet, jump in front of a train. Would Jason turn away in disgust? Would he laugh at me for being such a sentimental puppy? Would he start lecturing me on why it wouldn't work out and then suggest that we spend time apart? I wasn't sure I would be able to handle that. I was so caught up in my own mind that I almost missed his reply.

"Yes." There had been water on his face before, but I knew that the newest streaks were from his eyes. They were tears... they were happy tears... or joyous tears... or tears of joy... or whatever the fuck you call em, I don't know and I don't care. The point is, my Jason said YES.

What can you say to something like that? Thank you? Nah... there isn't really anything you CAN say when someone says 'Yes' to a question like that... you just grab em tight and squeeze em close like you want to crush the living daylights out of em-- then quickly pull away and start apologizing like a little pup that got caught peeing on the carpet again... uh... not that I ever did... more than once... or maybe four times.

"Sorry! Are your ribs alright? Do I need to call a doctor? You did say 'yes', right?" I was talking a mile a minute, but didn't realize it until Jason started laughing.

"Yes, my ribs are fine-- just need to catch my breath." he was laughing,"No, I don't need a doctor, and yes... I said yes." his whole body was flushed red and I could hear his heart beating a mile a minute, "Did you want me to say it again? Yes, JD... Yes, I'll marry you."

I was smiling like a god damn pug with a facial tic, I kid you not... my muzzle was fucking sore for an hour. It was worth it though-- my Jason said YES. I hugged him again, and again... I just couldn't get enough. He said YES. Everything in my life felt like it led up to that moment. He said YES. He fucking said YES. Did I mention that he said YES? One of the happiest fucking days of my life.

In the stress of the situation my knot shrank and we weren't tied at that point. I got to my feet and helped him back up, giving him another hug and he was finally in a better position to return it. I held him like that for who-knows-how-long, thanking my luck that we were in a hotel shower... you ever notice that the hot water lasts a LOT longer than when you're at your own condo?

When we finally did separate it was all I could do to keep my paws off him. I washed him all over like he was a little pup-- he laughed at me for most of it, calling me "mom" and stupid shit like that, but I didn't care-- he said YES. Now, my Jason is nowhere NEAR as furry as me, or any Dog for that matter... he's not even really all that hairy for a human, but he DOES have this cute little strip of scraggly human-fur that runs from his belly button down to the good parts... and... well... that took some work to clean.

Jason spent some time cleaning the shower, which is nice I guess-- no sense leaving the cleaning crew to get on their hands and knees to scrape dried cum off of the walls, right? heh heh. What was even MORE difficult was getting it off of me... god damn stuff getting all over your fur and clumping... considering I was laying on my back for a few minutes didn't help when all it got washed toward me... fucking showers anyway. I didn't really care though... HE SAID YES!

It was during the very long cleaning session when Jason was using a washcloth to get little gooey white 'boogers' out of my leg fur that I had to ask a question that kept rolling around in my thick skull, "So... um... are you going to become Jason Daniels then?" I guess it was half humor, but it really WAS something that I wasn't sure about.

"You could always become Jack Campbell..." he answered in his relaxed, casual way, "that way you can go by JC instead of JD." he always had a way of being humorous without being obvious.

"Wow... that'd be fucked up." I laughed.

"Or you could just be JD Campbell." he offered, suddenly putting on his Dog-Eat-Dog Host voice... the kind where you know you're going to end up learning something before the next commercial break, "Most of the laws being proposed to allow Human and Dog marriage assume the Dog will take the human's last name."

"JD Campbell, huh?" I asked, "Doesn't sound half bad." I reached down and ran my claws through his wet hair and he looked up at me, having finished getting my leg fur clean, "So... does that make you the husband or the wife?"

Jason rolled his eyes, "I think we're both technically a husband... but I'm perfectly happy calling you my Guard Dog." The comment made me smile.

"Sounds good to me." I answered, then rubbed the back of my head as I suddenly thought of something, "So... uh... there's something about a ring... right?"

"One thing at a time." he responded with a smile, pressing himself against me. I felt pressure against my sheath when his abdomen squeezed it between our bodies and, even though I'd just had the biggest fucking load I'd ever had in my life, somehow my body wasn't quite ready to give up.

Jason laughed, rising up so he could throw his arms around my neck. He stood on his tip toes and I realized what he was after; I lowered my head and met his lips with my muzzle. It was a wonderful thing... just like always. It got even more wonderful though when I felt his hand on my sheath. "Not as tired as I thought you were." he smirked, apparently quite aware of my renewed excitement.

"What can I say? You have that effect on me." I grinned. So... uh..." I offered eloquently, "What'cha got there, hmm?"

"I'm not sure." he answered, skillfully starting to ease my sheath down my growing erection. "I think I need a closer inspection." I'll just finish by saying that... yea... he got one. Well... more than one. We were late to the political-event-thing the next morning, but that was just fine with me... I didn't hear him complaining either.