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I woke up early the next morning without even setting an alarm. Well early for me, not early for someone like John. I woke up at 7:08 to be exact; John had already been up for over two hours. Dad was already at work and I'm sure mom hadn't gotten up yet. I grabbed a couple of pop tarts and hopped into the Escalade and headed over to John's farm. I pulled into the driveway, jumped out of the SUV and hurried toward the house. Then I worried that maybe I shouldn't have come over this early without being invited. The last thing I wanted was for John to think I was a pest. I was just starting to head back toward the SUV when I heard John's voice ring out from the backyard.

" Is that yinz Tyler?"

"Yeah." I yelled back.

"Woll I'm working in da garden n'at. Da gate's unlocked n'at." I assumed that meant that he wanted me to come in, so I opened the gate and headed toward his garden. There was John on his hands and knees weeding the pole bean patch. He came over and hugged me. "I wasn't expecting yinz this early n'at. I'll be done in here in abaht 10 minutes."

"Can I help?" I asked.

" Have yinz ever weeded a garden?" He asked.

"We never had a garden when we lived on the beach..." I said sheepishly.

John just chuckled, tousled my head fur and showed me what to do. We finished the pole beans in no time and John got up to leave the garden. "While I'm here why don't we do some more?" I asked.

"Yinz don't need to do that; I can git da rest of it later." John replied.

"It's the least I can do for all the things you bought me yesterday." I said grinning.

"I dint buy dem fer yinz so yinz would help me arahnd da haus n'at." He continued rolling his eyes.

"Well technically this is around the garden, not around the house."

He chuffed, shook his head and muttered, "Pups", under his breath. But he gave in and we spent the next 2 hours getting a good portion of the garden done. Being the horny little bugger that I am I made sure I worked the row beside him but somewhat behind him so I could look up frequently and see those huge pink pendulous balls and that massive sheath dangling between his legs. I had drained them once but now all I could think about was draining them in better ways again... and again... and again... John was oblivious to my thoughts, he was just absorbed in getting the work done, almost like he was in a gardening meditation. It was a beautiful day and we still had about 8 hours to kill before we would need to head over to the game.

I looked at him, his gleaming white fur really showed the dirt, especially on his knees where he had been kneeling on the black soil. It made me think of an old joke I knew and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wah's so funny?" He asked.

"Looking at you just made me think of an old joke."

" Oakel-Doakel, I'll bite."

"How do you tell the head nurse at the hospital?" I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, shook his head and asked. "OK, I give up."

"She's the one with dirty knees." I deadpanned.

He looked puzzled for a second, and then he got it, shook his head and chuckled. "Yinzes gonna corrupt me." He said winking his patched eye at me. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll take one when you are finished."

"We could take one together..." I said hopefully.

"Yinz rilly are gonna corrupt me." He said shaking his head, but he followed me into the shower. He adjusted the water and we got in. I grabbed the shampoo, squirted some on my paws and started soaping up his back starting with his shoulders. I could feel the massive knotted muscles in his back and while I soaped him up I massaged his muscles at the same time. He rumbled his pleasure deep in his massive chest. I worked my way down until I got to his tight hard glutes. I got some more shampoo and started massaging his ass. He got a little touchy about that, I could feel him tense up. Then I reached under his tail and ran my fingers around his tailhole. He instinctively growled a little but I said, "Relax, I'm just washing it. I won't try to deflower you..."

He responded with a sheepish chuckle then mumbled, "I'm a bit of a dom..."

"And that's exactly how I want you to stay." I said as I slipped my paw down his taint to wash his low hangers. As I did I could feel him start to get an erection and I grinned. Things were going just as planned. I worked my way down his legs and each of his big footpaws as he lifted them up one at a time. He turned around and returned the favor. When he got to my tailhole I slyly backed up a little causing his finger to pop in. I turned my head toward him, he shook his head and chuckled. Unfortunately he pulled his finger out and started to wash my balls just like I had washed his. His big gentle hands on my teenage nuts really got my motor revving. Unfortunately too quickly he let them go and worked his way down my legs and under my footpaws. Then he turned me around so we were facing each other.

We both washed each other's fronts as we faced each other. His muscles were so big and defined it was like studying Braille anatomy. I started at his traps and worked my way down to his delts, tris and biceps. Then I worked my way back up to his pecs. I "accidentally" tweaked one of his nipple while I washed his pecs, which caused his boner to jerk involuntarily. I'd have to remember he had sensitive nipples. We both worked our way down the others abs until we got to a roadblock, although his roadblock was much bigger than mine. I got some more shampoo and massaged it into his pubes then I worked my way up his shaft. Soon I had it lathered up nice and slick.

Before I could do anything else John pushed my arms down and pulled me into a hug. With him being 10 inches taller than me his boner came up to my chest as he hugged me close. He rubbed it against me as I rubbed mine against his thigh. He was emitting dominance pheromones that were making me light headed, the heat and the humidity making them almost overpowering. After a minute or two of this I reached my paw between us and started sliding his sheath up and down his love muscle. He reached down to reciprocate and then to my shock he pushed us a little apart. I was kind of hurt until I saw what he had planned. He removed my paw from his boner and took it in his left paw and then bent at the knees until our dicks were level with each other. Then he peeled my sheath back and guided the head of my dick into his sheath. It felt so slick and warm in there with my cock running underneath his in that velvet tunnel. He looked me straight in the eye and grinned.

He wrapped his paw around both of our cocks and started running his sheath up and down our shafts. My breathing got heavy and I was on the edge of orgasm when he backed off until I was under control again. Then he did something different. Using his fingers he kept his boner still and ran mine in circles around his inside his sheath. That was all I could take, my balls started to draw up and my knot started to form. He pulled his sheath back far enough that my knot didn't form in it, then gripped the base of my knot as I shot my load into his sheath. I gasped and grabbed the base of his knot sending him over the edge. His sheath was pulled back from his dick head so his spooge was shooting all over my balls. My knees almost buckled and John hugged me close to him. We both let go of each others knots and both of our erections slowly deflated. I slipped out of his sheath and we backed apart a little from each other. John still had his paw wrapped around his sheath which was keeping my spooge in his sheath. Then he let go of it and cupped his paw under his sheath, allowing gravity to drain it out again into his paw. To my surprise he lifted his paw to his muzzle and licked his paw clean.

By now the whole shower reeked of sex and we quickly washed all the spooge off of us and got into the high speed dryer. When we were dry we went into the living room. We lay down on the couch, John in the back me spooning against him in the front. He put his right arm around me and kissed me on the top of the head. " I probably shouldn't have done dat n'at. I'm sorry if I offended yinz in any way."

"Do I look offended?" I asked as I reached up to take his huge paw in my much smaller one. "I've never had a friend quite like you." I finished and meant it. I had only known him for 3 days but whenever I was away from him the only thing I could think of was when I would see him again. He held me even closer, not in a sexual way, but in a big alpha dog protective sort of way. It made me feel like nothing in the world had the power to hurt me when he held me like that. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep in his arms.

We woke from our nap at about noon and we got in his Silverado and headed down to Pittsburgh. We headed to the North Shore as it was called and stopped at the National Aviary (http://www.aviary.org/). I found out that it is America's only independent indoor nonprofit aviary. It is also America's largest aviary, and the only accorded honorary "National" status by the United States Congress. It was really interesting with exhibits like Tropical Rainforest, Wetlands, Grasslands, Penguin Point, Cloud Forest, Condor Court, Eagle Hall and Lories & Friends. But my favorite thing was the Bird Of Prey demonstration they had on the roof. Where the birds of prey were actually released to the wild then called back in with lures. Watching how fast and accurate their flying was right up close and personal was awesome. The dove within feet of us.

We were both hungry then, so we stopped at a place that John called "Da O". The sign said The Original Hotdog Shop ( http://theoriginalhotdogshop.com/menu/). It had an extensive menu of fast food, which was actually pretty good. We filled up on all kind of junk food to fuel our day until we got to the game.

We went to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History and took a couple of hours to go through it. We looked at all the exhibits, but my favorite one was the dinosaur exhibit. From there we walked down the street to the Carnegie Art Museum. We spent and hour or so walking through it looking at all the art, it was OK but I didn't like it as much as the other two places. By then it was time to head over to the game.

We finally pulled up to the Consol Energy Center and instead of walking up to the gate to get in he went to the Will Call window. The clerk, a chocolate lab, looked at him and his muzzle lit up with a smile. "Slinger it's good to see yinz again. They told me to escort you up as soon as you got here."

"Yeah I've been aht of circulation too long."

John didn't mention the clerk by name so it seemed that he didn't really know the clerks name. Maybe he was a bit more famous around here than I realized. We followed him down the hallway until we came to an elevator. We got into the elevator and surprisingly only two buttons on the elevator. One was lit up, which was the one for the ground floor which we were on. I couldn't read what was written next to the other one because the clerk was in the way.

" So Slinger, who's this hansome young pup?" The clerk said as he pushed the other button.

" This is my feeschun buddy, Tyler." John introduced us.

"Nice to meet yinz Tyler." The lab said extending his paw. "I'm Ted n'at."

"Nice to meet you Ted." I replied taking his extended paw. His hand shake was kind of weak and he didn't look me in the eye. Typical lab, mostly subservient especially around more dominant breeds like Danes and Dobies. The elevator came to a stop as I released his paw and I turned to face the door, which was opening.

When it finally opened I heard a voice ring out. "Slinger! Long time no see!" Another Dane, a fawn not a Harl, cried out as he rushed over to greet John. I did a double take because I knew exactly who it was.

"Le Magnifique! Thanks fer inviting me and my friend to watch da game wit you." John said taking Mario's big paw in his even larger one. I couldn't believe it, we were in the owners box and John was shaking paws with one of the two greatest players in the history of the NHL, Mario Arroo. In addition to being a two time Stanley Cup champion as a hall of fame hockey player Mario was now the owner of the Pens and had won a Stanley Cup as an owner a couple of years previously.

"Slinger I've been inviting you to come to games ever since I bought the team. What finally got you out here?" Mario asked.

"I finally accepted dat Gretta is gone and life goes on. It took my young friend here to show me dat." John answered then introduced us. "Mario dis is my friend Tyler." I think my muzzle was still hanging open from the shock.

"Well Tyler, any friend of Slinger's is a friend of mine." Mr Arroo said as he extended his huge paw to shake mine, engulfing it completely. "By the way I'm Mario Arroo, I own the Pens."

"Yes Sir, I know who you are. Thank you for inviting me Mr. Arroo."

"Quit making me feel old, I'm Mario to my friends, not Sir or Mr. Arroo. Come on in and meet the rest of the crew before they drop the puck." He added letting go of my paw and inviting me into the room. Inside the owner's box was the who's who of Pittsburgh sports. There were Steelers like Franco Harris and Lynn Swann and former Pens players like Ron Francis and Tom Barrasso, they all greeted John like a long lost friend. I was introduced to all of them and they all were just as friendly with me as Mario was.

The box was catered with all kinds of fancy food, even fancier than the stuff dad had at his parties. Mario had told us to help ourselves. There were all sorts of fancy hors d'oeuvres, sandwiches, shrimp cocktail and even caviar. We filled our plates and John grabbed a cocktail while I grabbed a Mr. Pibb and we walked over to the seating area.

I took a seat next to John as we got seated just in time for the puck to drop to start game 6 of the finals. If the Pens won they would win the Cup, if the Wings won it would force game 7 in Detroit. We dug into the food until we all paused for the opening faceoff. The Pens won the faceoff cleanly and before the Wings could set their defense Sid made a crisp pass to Chris Kunitz as he drove toward the net and he one timed it past the shocked Wings goalie Jimmy Howard. The game wasn't even 10 seconds old and the Pens had a 1-0 lead. The whole Consol Energy Center crowd exploded including everyone in the owners box. Mario came around and high fived everyone in the box including me.

When the crowd settled down they dropped the puck again, and this time the Wings won the face off and kept the puck in the Pens end for over a minute and a half. They just couldn't get the puck out of their zone, but Fleury managed to keep every shot out of the net. But the Pens got called for a tripping penalty putting the Wings on the Power Play. They patiently tried to set up a clean shot, but on one of their cross ice passes, Sid picked off the pass, skated between the two defenders slipping it through one of the defenders legs and flipped it over Howard into the top right corner of the net for a short handed goal.

The crowd erupted again, the Pens were up 2-0 and the game wasn't 4 minutes old yet. Everyone in the Owners Box was buzzing, the game was so exciting so far that hardly any of us had touched the food on our plates. But things settle down for a while and the action went back and forth until about 5 minutes left in the period when the Wings scored an even strength goal off a nice deflection. And that was the way the period ended.

John excused himself to make a trip to the restroom and as soon as he got up, Mario plopped down into John's seat and struck up a conversation with me. There was a line to get into the restroom and there were about 5 dogs in front of John waiting their turn. They were all talking to John while they waited, I guess they wanted to catch up with things since they hadn't seen him in so long.

"So how did you meet Slinger?" Mario asked.

"I just met him three days ago when I was out trout fishing. I'm new to the area and I didn't have a clue about trout fishing. John saw I was having trouble and he started teaching me how to fish for them. We just seemed to hit it off. He seems like a really good dog."

"Slinger is one of the best dogs I've ever met. He's had some really tough breaks, I didn't know if he would ever get over losing Gretta. Most of us thought he was gone forever. I don't know how you brought him out of it, but please don't hurt him."

"Sir I would rip my own heart out if I ever hurt him. I've never met a dog like him before, he gives so much of himself. He treats me more like a son than my father ever did."

"That doesn't surprise me. He gave his heart and soul to Gretta, and it seemed like when she died a huge part of him died. But it seems like it's back now, he's the happiest I've seen him since then. I know I can speak for every dog in this room were all glad he's back to being himself." He ruffled my headfur and walked away to play the gracious host and cruise the crowd.

John was back in a few minutes and he settled in next to me. As the action had slowed somewhat in the middle of the first period we had both finished off everything on our plates, so we went back up to remedy the situation. Despite all the star power in the room, John paid more attention to me than he did to all his old friends. And when he did he always made sure I felt included. But I didn't talk much, I was too star struck listening to these hall of fame players regaling us with stories of their glory days and what they were up to today. It seemed like just the fact I was John's friend gave me instant credibility with these guys.

We returned to our seats with full plates just as they were ready to drop the puck to start the second period. For the first 3 minutes the action went back and forth but at 3 and a half minutes into the second period, Simon Despres was called for high sticking, earning 2 minutes in the penalty box and giving the Wings a Power Play. The Pens almost killed the penalty, but with 12 seconds to go Henrik Zetterberg tapped in a rebound that Fleury couldn't corral, knotting the score at 2 points a piece. Not long after play resumed the Wings were called for tripping, putting the Pens on a Power Play of their own and Sid converted almost immediately with a wrap around goal to put the Pens back up 3-2. Then things happened in rapid succession. The Wings scored an even handed goal when a shot by Zetterburg deflected off of James Neal's skate and slipped past Fleury to tie the score at 3-3. When play resumed Geno had just cleared the puck out of the zone when Jonathan Ericsson cross checked him from behind into the boards. Geno wasn't expecting it at all and he went head first into the boards then crumpled to the ice. He was out cold. The crowd was furious, it was a dirty play to try to take out the second best player on the Pens. It was effective, it was obvious that Geno was out for the game. They strapped him into a stretcher and carried him to the locker room. Ericsson got a 5 minute major and a game misconduct, but the damage was done.

When play started up it was obvious that the Pens were out of sync and couldn't seem to get a shot on goal before the Wings were able to clear the puck. Then the Wings center Pavel Datsyuk intercepted a pass and raced down the ice on a break away and went 5 hole on Fleury to give the Wings a 4-3 lead. The players and the fans were in a state of shock. And that was when Sid took over the game. There was still over two minutes on the Power Play but the Pens were not able to score when before it ended. The teams were back to even strength when Kunitz passed the puck to Sid who was slightly behind the goal but he sent a shot that hit the goalie in the back and bounce in for the tying goal. The building erupted between excitement and laughter from Sid bouncing it off the goalies back. That gave Sid a hat trick and soon the hats were raining down out of the stands. Play didn't resume until they were able to clear all the hats off the ice. But there was no further scoring before the second period came to an end.

"Hey Mario, yinzes pup has three goals three different ways, shortpawed, even strength and pahr Play n'at. Maybe he'll tie yinzes record." John bellowed out. He referred to Sid as Mario's pup because Sid moved in with Mario and his family when they drafted him as a teenager. He was still living with Mario.

"I hope so!" Mario replied eagerly, "That would probably mean that we would win the cup."

"What record are you talking about John?" I asked.

"Mario doesn't like to brag abaht it but dere are 5 different ways to score a goal n'at. Even strength, pahr play, short pawed, penalty shot and empty net n'at. Mario had a game wheres abahts he scored one of each n'at. No one else in da NHL has ever done it." John explained.

We all took the time to head to the John and load up on food and drinks and get settled into our seats for the final period. There was a little bit of time after we got to our seats. John put his arm around my shoulder and pulled my head against his chest. I was getting used to it and it made me feel so wanted. " I'm so glad yinz come to da game wit me, I don't know if I could have faced everybody alone."

"I'm having a great time John, but why couldn't you face these guys alone. They're all your friends, they all care about you."

"I know, but I've avoided dem fer so long n'at. I wasn't sure they would still want me arahnd." He whispered in my ear.

"Well now you know. They've all been worried about you." I whispered back.

At that moment Mario came up to me and handed me a box. "Here's a little gift from me and the guys."

"Mr. Arroo getting invited to watch the game with you guys is a big enough gift..." I started but Mario interrupted. "What did I tell you about the Mr. Arroo and Sir crap. It's Mario and just shut up and open the box." He said with a big friendly grin on his muzzle. I opened the box and there was a number 66 official Pens jersey. That was Mario's number when he played. I'm sure my jaw was hanging open. Scattered about on the jersey were the autographs of all the hall of fame football and hockey players that were here as Mario's guest. "The only one that isn't on there is Slinger, make sure you get him to sign it later." " I'd bring da value dahn." John said sheepishly.

"You really think so, quarterback of the undefeated NCAA national champions and MVP of the Rose Bowl?" Then he said to me, "Don't you let him weasel out of it, he belongs there every bit as much as any of the rest of us."

"Thank you Sir... Er... I mean Mario." He tousled my headfur and went back to his seat. I just continued to stare at the jersey until the were ready to drop the puck. Then I put the lid on to make sure I didn't get anything on it. I was going to get a frame and put that sucker up on my wall. I put it under my seat when the game started again. It was about half way through the final period with the score still tied at 4-4 when it happened. Sid hid just outside a passing lane and when they threw an across rink pass he charged out and intercepted the pass and was on his way on a break away goal. He was pulled down from behind to stop the goal, but that gave the Pens a penalty shot and of course they let Sid take it. He sped in and as he got near the goal he swooped to the right, faked a hard shot at the bottom corner and when the goalie dove for the fake shot he gently lifted a shot into the back of the net over the goalie to make it 5-4. And the crowd went absolutely fucking NUTS! Including everyone in the Owner's box.

"Alls he needs is an empty netter!" John yelled to Mario.

"I hope he gets it!" It was obvious that Mario looked at Sid as almost a son.

There were still 10 minutes left in the game and the Pens managed to hold the puck much of the last 10 minutes. They never gave the Wings a good shot on goal. Finally with 1 minute left the Wings had the puck in the Pens end and they finally pulled their goalie to put on an extra skater on the ice. With about 20 seconds to go Sid stole the puck and took a shot from near center ice that slid into the empty net to ice the game and give him a goal in every possible situation. The fans erupted, and everyone in the owner's box was high fiving each other.

"I told yinz he'd git it." John yelled as he slapped paws with Mario.

"That's my Pup!" Mario replied. Then he and the former Pens got in the elevator, right before the door closed he yelled. "Follow us down, we are gonna PARTY on center ice!" We waited until the elevator came back up and we took it down just in time for the clock to count to zero. The arena was complete bedlam when the horn went off signifying the end of the game. We stayed on the ice while they presented Lord Stanley's Cup to Mario and Sid was presented with the Conn Smythe Trophy for the MVP of the playoffs. Mario went back to the locker room with his team and John and I filtered out with the crowd.

When we got out on the street John said, "I got us a room at da Westin, it's right next to da David L LAH-rence convention center (In case you furries didn't know the David L Lawrence and the Westin are the home of ANTHROCON!). I knew I was gonna be drinking a little, so I dint want to drive home n'at. But dere is sumpin I want to show yinz first. We walked across the one of the bridges over the Monongahela River and we came to something called the Duquesne Incline. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duquesne_Incline) John bought tickets and we rode up to the top of Mt. Washington. We got out and looked out over the city. (http://www.michaelmccumber.com/pictures/pittsburgh_night09/

"It's beautiful John!" I had to admit that the city was just that. "But the best thing about it is I'm here with you!"

John pulled me to him and said, "I feel the exact same way."

I started to bone up AGAIN. I really wanted John to take me, more than anything I'd ever wanted. I wanted to give myself to him, to feel him deep inside me, to have him mark me as his. We stood there for a while as we looked out over the beautiful city of Pittsburgh, maybe it wasn't so bad to be here after all.

I faced him and hugged him. "Thanks for taking me to the game, it was fantastic." I finally said breaking the long silence.

"Wah djew think of Mario? " He asked.

"He seems like a real gentledog. You're lucky to have him as a friend, he really cares about you. And so do the rest of your friends."

"I know n'at. I feel sucko I've let dem dahn fer so long n'at. I jest dint have da courage to live any more after wah happened to Gretta. "

"Well you have to be brave now," I said looking him in the eyes, "I need you."

"I promise I'll always be dere fer yinz Tyler. " And with that we turned, went back into the station and rode the incline back down to the city. When we got back down to the bottom we headed toward the Westin. On the way we stopped and grabbed our overnight bags out of John's truck and continued back toward the hotel. When we got there John went up to the front desk to check in. The clerks eyes lit up in recognition when she saw John. It seemed that even though he had been out of circulation for 8 years everybody still remembered him. But I guess he is kinda hard to forget, a well built 6'10" Harlequin Great Dane whose coat was a brilliant white except for the jet black patches. He grabbed the key card and we got in the elevator. The elevator operator asked what floor and John just said, "Penthouse please."

The elevator operator just smiled and hit the button for "Penthouse" and we rocketed to the top floor. I was trying to steel my nerves to make my move on John if the opportunity arose. We got in the room and set our overnight bags down. There was a living room, a luxury bath, a small kitchen and a wet bar along with the bedroom. To my disappointment there were TWO king size beds in the bedroom. I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it. There was a 60 inch flat screen TV in the bedroom and another in the living room. John grabbed an Iron City Beer out of the wetbar and I grabbed an orange crush and we headed back into the bedroom. John got on one of the beds and arranged both pillows behind his back so he could sit upright against the headboard. He turned the TV on to one of the post game shows that were still going on. I didn't like this arrangement because it stranded me on the other bed, so I grabbed both pillows off that bed and plopped them beside John. I also took an extra moment to put my overnight bag on the bedside table, just in case it was needed. I hopped up on the bed and snuggled against John's chest.

He chuckled and tousled my headfur. We watched the post game show for about an hour. Then they were finally finished with the game for the night. John started flipping through the channels and I took advantage of his not paying attention. I pushed him over and jumped on top of him, wrestling him to the bed. "Oh, da pup wants play rough does he? " I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and tried to put his paws over his head, but of course he was much too strong and soon he had turned us over so I was underneath him with my legs wrapped around him. In the excitement we had both popped wood. Mine was rubbing against John's washboard abs, while John's was right where I wanted it to be. While we were wrestling I worked my way down until it bumped my tailhole.

John immediately stopped. "I'm sorry I got a little caught up in da moment. " He said trying to disengage from me. "Yinzes jest a pup n'at, I shouldn't be doone that kind of stuff to you. "

"I'm of legal age in this state!" I countered as I wrapped my legs around him tighter.

"I shouldn't take advantage of yinz like iss... " His voice was wavering with uncertainty.

"How are you taking advantage of me? Are you spending all this time with me just to get in my tailhole?" I asked.

He looked shocked, "Of course not n'at. I like being wit yinz Tyler, honest. "

I put my paw against the side of his muzzle, caressing it. "I know you do and that's the whole point. I've only known you for a couple of days and you seem to care about me more than anyone I've ever met."

"I don't want to hurt yinz Tyler." He added, but I noticed his hardon hadn't gone down at all.

"John I want you more than anything I've wanted in my life."

"I'm not sure I..."

"Well I AM sure!" I interrupted. "You can't deny you want to, can you?"

"Woll ... No I can't... "

"I love you John." I said and then to his surprise I pulled his muzzle down to mine and kissed him. Well I started the kiss anyway because at that point his resolve broke and he started to take command. He put his paws behind my head and held my muzzle there as he forcefully invaded my muzzle with his big tongue. I had never French kissed anyone before and it was like a jolt of electricity going through my body. I surrendered completely and unconditionally. At first he was on top of me, but he rolled us onto our sides. I had unwrapped my legs from around his waist but my body was still pressed against his hard body. Here was an Alpha that I could follow wherever he led. When he broke the kiss I knew exactly what I wanted. I slid down that sexy body and took his stuffed to bursting sheath in my paw.

I peeled back his sheath until just the head was showing and I took it in my muzzle. When I did he murred and shot a volley of very studly tasting pre into my muzzle. I ran his sheath up and down his shaft slowly and sensuously as I caressed his dickhead with my tongue. He tasted much different than I did when I sucked myself off. This was a big dominant adult stud dog who was just oozing dominance pheromones. Their taste and smell kinda marinated together giving them a symbiotic effect that was starting to make me swoon.

I peeled his sheath down the rest of the way, taking in just how much of a stud John really was. His huge shaft was bulging with engorged veins that stood out from his shaft. I ran my tongue over his awesome maleness feeling every bump on that massive shaft. It made me wonder just how they would feel as they slid in and out over my virgin sphincter.

I took his maleness into my muzzle to worship it. I knew I definitely wanted to feel him in me no matter how much it hurt at first. I had never wanted to be anybody's bitch before, but I had never met anyone like John before. I continued to work my muzzle up and down the top half of his shaft, that was all that would fit in my muzzle. He was now starting to make a sound that was somewhat between a pleasured moan and a dominance growl. I reached down with my paw and gently cupped those two huge low hangers. They were the first thing that caught my attention the day I met John. I just found them incredibly sexy. They were so heavy in my paw, much bigger than my own. I'm sure they had lots of seed in them, but my goal was to drain them completely.

I pulled my muzzle off of his boner and moved it down to his gonads. I took his sheath in my right paw and started running it up and down his shaft while my tongue alternately made love to each ball. John was moaning but before he lost control he pulled me away and positioned me on my back in the middle of the bed.

"I want yinz now! " He growled as he pushed my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin pucker. His big Dane tongue snaked it's way to my hole and he sloppily started laving it. I had never done any ass play, I was pretty much a true virgin back there, but I had never had anything that had felt so good. Now it was my turn to moan, which soon turned into a pleading whimper as he continued to lick me getting me good and wet. Then he pushed his tongue into my opening. Instinctively I clamped down on it the made a conscious effort to relax as he pushed the tip in. Soon he was giggling the tip around inside me. I was throbbing so hard that I was worried that I was going to blow my load, but fortunately all that came out was a large spurt of precum.

But that was about to change. John pulled his pulled his tongue out and pressed the tip of his huge middle finger at my pucker. It was bigger than his tongue and not as flexible. He put the tip and slipped it in up to the first knuckle. I grimaced a bit, which caused John to ask, "Am I hurting you n'at. Do yinz want me to stop? "

"Don't you dare!" I said almost in a panic. "I can take a little discomfort, just go slow."

John slooowly pushed in further, inching it in a bit at a time until he had his finger fully inserted in my ass. The pain lessened as John rested with his big finger in me. Finally he started to work his finger in and out of me. I finally relaxed and the pain disappeared. Then he changed the angle of his thrusting and my dick jumped and shot more pre. I had heard about the pleasure you could receive from your prostate being massaged, but I never thought it would be like this.

John saw my reaction and concentrated on running his finger over it again and again. I was on the brink of cumming but John carefully backed off before I went over the edge. He pulled all the way out and added his index finger as he continued to try to stretch me enough to be able to get that big hunk of dog meat into me. It took even longer to get the second finger into me.

"Yinz damn virgins are more trouble'n yinz are worth. " He said as he winked his black patched eye at me. He worked both fingers in and out trying his best to stretch me for the main event. Finally when he thought I was ready he positioned himself. "Are yinz sure yinz want me to do dis?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted in my life." I replied.

Unfortunately John's cock was considerably bigger than his two fingers and when he tried to push it in it just didn't go anywhere. He tried a couple of times but it still wasn't going in. "I don't tink dis is gonna work dis time pup n'at. We need better lubrication than jest saliva to git in dat tight hole .

I was so caught up in the moment that I had forgotten my purchase at Walmart before I went over to John's in the morning. I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed my overnight bag and unzipped it. I jammed my paw into it, rummaged around and pulled out a tube of Astroglide. I grinned at John as I tossed it to him.

"Yinz had dis planned alls along dint you. " John asked rolling his eyes at me.

"Of course! If I would have waited for you to get your act together I'd probably stay a virgin all my life." I teased. I pulled my knees all the way up to my chest to give John better access with the lube. He slathered some on my pucker and then stuck the tip into me and gave a squeeze. His two fingers went in easily this time. Finally after sawing them back and forth a few times he pulled them out, squeezed a handful of lube onto his paw and ran it up and down his massive doghood.

He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and pushed. This time it gave a little and he pushed harder. Finally the head popped all the way in as my sphincter surrendered to his insistent assault. The pain was intense enough that I saw stars. He stopped, a real look of concern on his face.

"Are yinz OK?" He asked.

"Just give me a second." I replied. I was so close to getting what I wanted I wasn't gonna let a little pain stop me. After a moment the pain had lessened quite a bit so I said. "Go ahead, just take it slow." I was hoping I wasn't biting off more than I could chew. I mean he was awful big and I was a virgin. But Gretta had been a virgin too and if she could take it all the first time then I could do it too.

He slowly pushed another inch in, waited a few seconds then pulled out an inch before easing a couple more inches. He kept up this bone dance with my sphincter until I felt his big low hangers come to rest against my ass cheeks. He finally lay down atop me and brought his muzzle to mine. He kissed me for a moment and when he broke the kiss he growled possessively, "Yinzes mine Pup !"

I wasn't gonna offer up one word of argument, I just pulled his muzzle back down to mine and kissed him again as he slowly started working his huge maleness in and out of my tight hole. I was right that I would be able to feel every one of those bulging veins on his shaft and they worked in and out of my opening. I could also feel the precum pulsing through his shaft with almost every thrust. The pain was mostly gone, now it was just a fullness that made me sure I knew who I belonged to now. I had gone completely limp when John was opening me up but now that the pain was gone just the thought that John was in me made my doghood start to stiffen again.

He lifted up a little and I moved my knees from my chest and wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. That changed the angle of his thrusting causing his cock to rub against my prostate. My dick jumped as his head jammed into it than ran over it. He pulled back out and this time on the way in I spurted pre all over my belly. I wasn't gonna be able to take much more of this. I managed to take three or four more thrusts before my ass clamped down on him and I started blowing my load all over my chest. I just about passed out from the feeling but finally I came down from it and John was looking down at me smugly.

"Liked dat?" He smirked.

"That was fucking incredible!" I replied when I could finally catch my breath. He started working it into me again and even though I had just cum I was still as hard as a rock. I was stretched out enough now that there was no pain, just the pleasure of feeling the stud that I loved deep inside of me. I had never experienced a closeness like this before. I could feel him trying to get as deeply in me as possible to claim me as his, and I was completely willing to surrender myself completely to this wonderful dog.

All of a sudden to my surprise he pulled out. I whimpered, "No! Don't stop!"

"I want yinz buns up kneeling pup! "

I didn't hesitate. I got on my knees and lifted my stub completely submissively. I looked back at him coyly.

"Damn ats da sexiest ting I've ever seen! " He said as he took his big tool in his huge paw and guided it back to where it belonged. He teased me by rubbing it up and down over my now gaping hole.

"PLEASE! Put it in!" I pleaded, I felt completely empty without him in me. I tried to push back to get him in but he was too quick and he pulled away.

"I love it whenever yinz beg! " He said as he grabbed me by my hips and drove it into me leaving me breathless as his big low hangers banged into my tight little sack. I moaned as he pounded into me at a fevered pace, his balls beating a staccato rhythm against mine. I felt his paw in the middle of my back pushing my chest to the bed in as submissive a posture as you could get into. Which suited me fine.

He removed his paw from my back and grabbed my hips again as he straightened his back so he really towered over me. His hips were now a blur as he hammered away at my no longer virgin asshole. I could tell he wasn't gonna last too much longer when he started to pound away with short sharp thrusts as he seated his rapidly growing knot deep in me. I clamped down on the base of it as he continued to try to lock it in me as deeply as possible. There was no way I was gonna get away now even if I wanted. I felt his fist sized knot pounding against my prostate putting pressure on it like I had never felt before. I blew my load for a second time when I felt John blast volley after volley of his seed deep inside of me marking me as his.

I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I collapsed onto the bed with John collapsing on top of me, still locked immovably inside of me. EXACTLY where he belonged. We lay there panting as I continued spurting onto the bed and John continued to unload those huge low hangers deep into me.

After we recovered a bit John rolled us onto our sides, in a spooning position, but we were interlocking spoons at this point. John wrapped those powerful arms around my chest pulling me protectively against his massive chest. I felt so safe and loved as John soothingly licked my ear as he continued to mark me as his. His huge knot throbbed like a second heart inside of me.

"Yinzes mine now, whether yinz like it or not..." He stated, and it was obvious that it was only partially in jest.

I wrapped my arms around his locking them in place around me. "I think I can live with that." I said more contented than I'd ever been in my life.

It's funny how life can change in such a short time. Three days ago I hated living in Pittsburgh, now I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be.

I woke up early the next morning without even setting an alarm. Well early for me, not early for someone like John. I woke up at 7:08 to be exact, John had already been up for over two hours. Dad was already at work and I'm sure mom hadn't gotten up yet. I grabbed a couple of pop tarts and hopped into the Escalade and headed over to Walmart to pick up a small overnight bag and a few items that I thought might come in handy before driving to John's farm. I pulled into the driveway, jumped out of the SUV and hurried toward the house. Then I worried that maybe I shouldn't have come over this early without being invited. The last thing I wanted was for John to think I was a pest. I was just starting to head back toward the SUV when I heard John's voice ring out from the backyard.

"Is that you Tyler?"

"Yeah." I yelled back.

"Well I'm working in the garden. The gate's unlocked." I assumed that meant that he wanted me to come in, so I opened the gate and headed toward his garden. There was John on his hands and knees weeding the pole bean patch. He came over and hugged me. "I wasn't expecting you this early. I'll be done in here in about 10 minutes."

"Can I help?" I asked.

"Have you ever weeded a garden?" He asked.

"We never had a garden when we lived on the beach..." I said sheepishly.

John just chuckled, tousled my head fur and showed me what to do. We finished the pole beans in no time and John got up to leave the garden. "While I'm here why don't we do some more?" I asked.

"You don't need to do that, I can get the rest of it later." John replied.

"It's the least I can do for all the things you bought me yesterday." I said grinning.

"I didn't buy them for you so you would help me around the house." He continued rolling his eyes.

"Well technically this is around the garden, not around the house."

He chuffed, shook his head and muttered, "Pups." Under his breath. But he gave in and we spent the next 2 hours getting a good portion of the garden done. Being the horny little bugger that I am I made sure I worked the row beside him but somewhat behind him so I could look up frequently and see those huge pink pendulous balls and that massive sheath dangling between his legs. I had drained them once but now all I could think about was draining them in better ways again... and again... and again... John was oblivious to my thoughts, he was just absorbed in getting the work done, almost like he was in a gardening meditation. It was a beautiful day and we still had about 8 hours to kill before we would need to head over to the game.

I looked at him, his gleaming white fur really showed the dirt, especially on his knees where he had been kneeling on the black soil. It made me think of an old joke I knew and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Looking at you just made me think of an old joke."

"OK, I'll bite."

"How do you tell the head nurse at the hospital?" I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, shook his head and asked. "OK, I give up."

"She's the one with dirty knees." I deadpanned.

He looked puzzled for a second, then he got it, shook his head and chuckled. "You're gonna corrupt me." He said winking his patched eye at me. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll take one when you are finished."

"We could take one together..." I said hopefully.

"You really are gonna corrupt me." He said shaking his head, but he followed me into the shower. He adjusted the water and we got in. I grabbed the shampoo, squirted some on my paws and started soaping up his back starting with his shoulders. I could feel the massive knotted muscles in his back and while I soaped him up I massaged his muscles at the same time. He rumbled his pleasure deep in his massive chest. I worked my way down until I got to his tight hard glutes. I got some more shampoo and started massaging his ass. He got a little touchy about that, I could feel him tense up. Then I reached under his tail and ran my fingers around his tailhole. He instinctively growled a little but I said, "Relax, I'm just washing it. I won't try to deflower you..."

He responded with a sheepish chuckle then mumbled, "I'm a bit of a dom..."

"And that's exactly how I want you to stay." I said as I slipped my paw down his taint to wash his low hangers. As I did I could feel him start to get an erection and I grinned. Things were going just as planned. I worked my way down his legs and and each of his big footpaws as he lifted them up one at a time. He turned around and returned the favor. When he got to my tailhole I slyly backed up a little causing his finger to pop in. I turned my head toward him, he shook his head and chuckled. Unfortunately he pulled his finger out and started to wash my balls just like I had washed his. His big gentle hands on my teenage nuts really got my motor revving. Unfortunately too quickly he let them go and worked his way down my legs and under my footpaws. Then he turned me around so we were facing each other.

We both washed each other's fronts as we faced each other. His muscles were so big and defined it was like studying Braille anatomy. I started at his traps and worked my way down to his delts, tris and biceps. Then I worked my way back up to his pecs. I "accidentally" tweaked one of his nipple while I washed his pecs, which caused his boner to jerk involuntarily. I'd have to remember he had sensitive nipples. We both worked our way down the others abs until we got to a roadblock, although his roadblock was much bigger than mine. I got some more shampoo and massaged it into his pubes then I worked my way up his shaft. Soon I had it lathered up nice and slick.

Before I could do anything else John pushed my arms down and pulled me into a hug. With him being 10 inches taller than me his boner came up to my chest as he hugged me close. He rubbed it against me as I rubbed mine against his thigh. He was emitting dominance pheromones that were making me light headed, the heat and the humidity making them almost overpowering. After a minute or two of this I reached my paw between us and started sliding his sheath up and down his love muscle. He reached down to reciprocate and then to my shock he pushed us a little apart. I was kind of hurt until I saw what he had planned. He removed my paw from his boner and took it in his left paw and then bent at the knees until our dicks were level with each other. Then he peeled my sheath back and guided the head of my dick into his sheath. It felt so slick and warm in there with my cock running underneath his in that velvet tunnel. He looked me straight in the eye and grinned.

He wrapped his paw around both of our cocks and started running his sheath up and down our shafts. My breathing got heavy and I was on the edge of orgasm when he backed off until I was under control again. Then he did something different. Using his fingers he kept his boner still and ran mine in circles around his inside his sheath. That was all I could take, my balls started to draw up and my knot started to form. He pulled his sheath back far enough that my knot didn't form in it, then gripped the base of my knot as I shot my load into his sheath. I gasped and grabbed the base of his knot sending him over the edge. His sheath was pulled back from his dick head so his spooge was shooting all over my balls. My knees almost buckled and John hugged me close to him. We both let go of each others knots and both of our erections slowly deflated. I slipped out of his sheath and we backed apart a little from each other. John still had his paw wrapped around his sheath which was keeping my spooge in his sheath. Then he let go of it and cupped his paw under his sheath, allowing gravity to drain it out again into his paw. To my surprise he lifted his paw to his muzzle and licked his paw clean.

By now the whole shower reeked of sex and we quickly washed all the spooge off of us and got into the high speed dryer. When we were dry we went into the living room. We lay down on the couch, John in the back me spooning against him in the front. He put his right arm around me and kissed me on the top of the head. "I probably shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way."

"Do I look offended?" I asked as I reached up to take his huge paw in my much smaller one. "I've never had a friend quite like you." I finished and meant it. I had only known him for 3 days but whenever I was away from him the only thing I could think of was when I would see him again. He held me even closer, not in a sexual way, but in a big alpha dog protective sort of way. It made me feel like nothing in the world had the power to hurt me when he held me like that. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep in his arms.

We woke from our nap at about noon and we got in his Silverado and headed down to Pittsburgh. We headed to the North Shore as it was called and stopped at the National Aviary (http://www.aviary.org/). I found out that it is America's only independent indoor nonprofit aviary. It is also America's largest aviary, and the only accorded honorary "National" status by the United States Congress. It was really interesting with exhibits like Tropical Rainforest, Wetlands, Grasslands, Penguin Point, Cloud Forest, Condor Court, Eagle Hall and Lories & Friends. But my favorite thing was the Bird Of Prey demonstration they had on the roof. Where the birds of prey were actually released to the wild then called back in with lures. Watching how fast and accurate their flying was right up close and personal was awesome. The dove within feet of us.

We were both hungry then, so we stopped at a place that John called "Da O". The sign said The Original Hotdog Shop ( http://theoriginalhotdogshop.com/menu/). It had an extensive menu of fast food, which was actually pretty good. We filled up on all kind of junk food to fuel our day until we got to the game.

We went to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History and took a couple of hours to go through it. We looked at all the exhibits, but my favorite one was the dinosaur exhibit. From there we walked down the street to the Carnegie Art Museum. We spent and hour or so walking through it looking at all the art, it was OK but I didn't like it as much as the other two places. By then it was time to head over to the game.

We finally pulled up to the Consol Energy Center and instead of walking up to the gate to get in he went to the Will Call window. The clerk, a chocolate lab, looked at him and his muzzle lit up with a smile. "Slinger it's good to see yinz again. They told me to escort you up as soon as you got here."

"Yeah I've been out of circulation too long."

John didn't mention the clerk by name so it seemed that he didn't really know the clerks name. Maybe he was a bit more famous around here than I realized. We followed him down the hallway until we came to an elevator. We got into the elevator and surprisingly only two buttons on the elevator. One was lit up, which was the one for the ground floor which we were on. I couldn't read what was written next to the other one because the clerk was in the way.

"So Slinger, who's this handsome young pup?" The clerk said as he pushed the other button.

"This is my fishing buddy, Tyler." John introduced us.

"Nice to meet you Tyler." The lab said extending his paw. "I'm Ted by the way."

"Nice to meet you Ted." I replied taking his extended paw. His hand shake was kind of weak and he didn't look me in the eye. Typical lab, mostly subservient especially around more dominant breeds like Danes and Dobies. The elevator came to a stop as I released his paw and I turned to face the door, which was opening.

When it finally opened I heard a voice ring out. "Slinger! Long time no see!" Another Dane, a fawn not a Harl, cried out as he rushed over to greet John. I did a double take because I knew exactly who it was.

"Le Magnifique! Thanks for inviting me and my friend to watch the game with you." John said taking Mario's big paw in his even larger one. I couldn't believe it, we were in the owners box and John was shaking paws with one of the two greatest players in the history of the NHL, Mario Arroo. In addition to being a two time Stanley Cup champion as a hall of fame hockey player Mario was now the owner of the Pens and had won a Stanley Cup as an owner a couple of years previously.

"Slinger I've been inviting you to come to games ever since I bought the team. What finally got you out here?" Mario asked.

"I finally accepted that Gretta is gone and life goes on. It took my young friend here to show me that." John answered then introduced us. "Mario this is my friend Tyler." I think my muzzle was still hanging open from the shock.

"Well Tyler, any friend of Slinger's is a friend of mine." Mr Arroo said as he extended his huge paw to shake mine, engulfing it completely. "By the way I'm Mario Arroo, I own the Pens."

"Yes Sir, I know who you are. Thank you for inviting me Mr. Arroo."

"Quit making me feel old, I'm Mario to my friends, not Sir or Mr. Arroo. Come on in and meet the rest of the crew before they drop the puck." He added letting go of my paw and inviting me into the room. Inside the owner's box was the who's who of Pittsburgh sports. There were Steelers like Franco Harris and Lynn Swann and former Pens players like Ron Francis and Tom Barrasso, they all greeted John like a long lost friend. I was introduced to all of them and they all were just as friendly with me as Mario was.

The box was catered with all kinds of fancy food, even fancier than the stuff dad had at his parties. Mario had told us to help ourselves. There were all sorts of fancy hors d'oeuvres,sandwiches, shrimp cocktail and even caviar. We filled our plates and John grabbed a cocktail while I grabbed a Mr. Pibb and we walked over to the seating area.

I took a seat next to John as we got seated just in time for the puck to drop to start game 6 of the finals. If the Pens won they would win the Cup, if the Wings won it would force game 7 in Detroit. We dug into the food until we all paused for the opening faceoff. The Pens won the faceoff cleanly and before the Wings could set their defense Sid made a crisp pass to Chris Kunitz as he drove toward the net and he one timed it past the shocked Wings goalie Jimmy Howard. The game wasn't even 10 seconds old and the Pens had a 1-0 lead. The whole Consol Energy Center crowd exploded including everyone in the owners box. Mario came around and high fived everyone in the box including me.

When the crowd settled down they dropped the puck again, and this time the Wings won the face off and kept the puck in the Pens end for over a minute and a half. They just couldn't get the puck out of their zone, but Fleury managed to keep every shot out of the net. But the Pens got called for a tripping penalty putting the Wings on the Power Play. They patiently tried to set up a clean shot, but on one of their cross ice passes, Sid picked off the pass, skated between the two defenders slipping it through one of the defenders legs and flipped it over Howard into the top right corner of the net for a short handed goal.

The crowd erupted again, the Pens were up 2-0 and the game wasn't 4 minutes old yet. Everyone in the Owners Box was buzzing, the game was so exciting so far that hardly any of us had touched the food on our plates. But things settle down for a while and the action went back and forth until about 5 minutes left in the period when the Wings scored an even strength goal off a nice deflection. And that was the way the period ended.

John excused himself to make a trip to the restroom and as soon as he got up, Mario plopped down into John's seat and struck up a conversation with me. There was a line to get into the restroom and there were about 5 dogs in front of John waiting their turn. They were all talking to John while they waited, I guess they wanted to catch up with things since they hadn't seen him in so long.

"So how did you meet Slinger?" Mario asked.

"I just met him three days ago when I was out trout fishing. I'm new to the area and I didn't have a clue about trout fishing. John saw I was having trouble and he started teaching me how to fish for them. We just seemed to hit it off. He seems like a really good dog."

"Slinger is one of the best dogs I've ever met. He's had some really tough breaks, I didn't know if he would ever get over losing Gretta. Most of us thought he was gone forever. I don't know how you brought him out of it, but please don't hurt him."

"Sir I would rip my own heart out if I ever hurt him. I've never met a dog like him before, he gives so much of himself. He treats me more like a son than my father ever did."

"That doesn't surprise me. He gave his heart and soul to Gretta, and it seemed like when she died a huge part of him died. But it seems like it's back now, he's the happiest I've seen him since then. I know I can speak for every dog in this room were all glad he's back to being himself." He ruffled my headfur and walked away to play the gracious host and cruise the crowd.

John was back in a few minutes and he settled in next to me. As the action had slowed somewhat in the middle of the first period we had both finished off everything on our plates, so we went back up to remedy the situation. Despite all the star power in the room, John paid more attention to me than he did to all his old friends. And when he did talk to them he always made sure I felt included. But I didn't talk much, I was too star struck listening to these hall of fame players regaling us with stories of their glory days and what they were up to today. It seemed like just the fact I was John's friend gave me instant credibility with these guys.

We returned to our seats with full plates just as they were ready to drop the puck to start the second period. For the first 3 minutes the action went back and forth but at 3 and a half minutes into the second period, Simon Despres was called for high sticking, earning 2 minutes in the penalty box and giving the Wings a Power Play. The Pens almost killed the penalty, but with 12 seconds to go Henrik Zetterberg tapped in a rebound that Fleury couldn't corral, knotting the score at 2 points a piece. Not long after play resumed the Wings were called for tripping, putting the Pens on a Power Play of their own and Sid converted almost immediately with a wrap around goal to put the Pens back up 3-2. Then things happened in rapid succession. The Wings scored an even handed goal when a shot by Zetterburg deflected off of James Neal's skate and slipped past Fleury to tie the score at 3-3. When play resumed Geno had just cleared the puck out of the zone when Jonathan Ericsson cross checked him from behind into the boards. Geno wasn't expecting it at all and he went head first into the boards then crumpled to the ice. He was out cold. The crowd was furious, it was a dirty play to try to take out the second best player on the Pens. It was effective, it was obvious that Geno was out for the game. They strapped him into a stretcher and carried him to the locker room. Ericsson got a 5 minute major and a game misconduct, but the damage was done.

When play started up it was obvious that the Pens were out of sync and couldn't seem to get a shot on goal before the Wings were able to clear the puck. Then the Wings center Pavel Datsyuk intercepted a pass and raced down the ice on a break away and went 5 hole on Fleury to give the Wings a 4-3 lead. The players and the fans were in a state of shock. And that was when Sid took over the game. There was still over two minutes on the Power Play but the Pens were not able to score before it ended. The teams were back to even strength when Kunitz passed the puck to Sid who was slightly behind the goal but he sent a shot that hit the goalie in the back and bounce in for the tying goal. The building erupted between excitement and laughter from Sid bouncing it off the goalies back. That gave Sid a hat trick and soon the hats were raining down out of the stands. Play didn't resume until they were able to clear all the hats off the ice. But there was no further scoring before the second period came to an end.

"Hey Mario, your pup has three goals three different ways, shorthanded, even strength and Power Play. Maybe he'll tie your record." John bellowed out. He referred to Sid as Mario's pup because Sid moved in with Mario and his family when they drafted him as a teenager. He was still living with Mario.

"I hope so!" Mario replied eagerly, "That would probably mean that we would win the cup."

"What record are you talking about John?" I asked.

"Mario doesn't like to brag about it but there are 5 different ways to score a goal: Even strength, power play, short handed, penalty shot and empty net. Mario had a game where he scored one of each. No one else in the NHL has ever done it." John explained.

We all took the time to head to the John and load up on food and drinks and get settled into our seats for the final period. There was a little bit of time after we got to our seats. John put his arm around my shoulder and pulled my head against his chest. I was getting used to it and it made me feel so wanted. "I'm so glad you came to the game with me, I don't know if I could have faced everybody alone."

"I'm having a great time John, but why couldn't you face these guys alone. They're all your friends, they all care about you."

"I know, but I've avoided them for so long. I wasn't sure they would still want me around." He whispered in my ear.

"Well now you know. They've all been worried about you." I whispered back.

At that moment Mario came up to me and handed me a box. "Here's a little gift from me and the guys."

"Mr. Arroo getting invited to watch the game with you guys is a big enough gift..." I started but Mario interrupted.

"What did I tell you about the Mr. Arroo and Sir crap. It's Mario and just shut up and open the box." He said with a big friendly grin on his muzzle. I opened the box and there was a number 66 official Pens jersey. That was Mario's number when he played. I'm sure my jaw was hanging open. Scattered about on the jersey were the autographs of all the hall of fame football and hockey players that were here as Mario's guest. "The only one that isn't on there is Slinger, make sure you get him to sign it later."

"I'd bring the value down." John said sheepishly.

"You really think so, quarterback of the undefeated NCAA national champions and MVP of the Rose Bowl?" Then he said to me, "Don't you let him weasel out of it, he belongs there every bit as much as any of the rest of us."

"Thank you Sir... Er... I mean Mario" He tousled my headfur and went back to his seat. I just continued to stare at the jersey until the were ready to drop the puck. Then I put the lid on to make sure I didn't get anything on it. I was going to get a frame and put that sucker up on my wall. I put it under my seat when the game started again. It was about half way through the final period with the score still tied at 4-4 when it happened. Sid hid just outside a passing lane and when they threw an across rink pass he charged out and intercepted the pass and was on his way on a break away goal. He was pulled down from behind to stop the goal, but that gave the Pens a penalty shot and of course they let Sid take it. He sped in and as he got near the goal he swooped to the right, faked a hard shot at the bottom corner and when the goalie dove for the fake shot he gently lifted a shot into the back of the net over the goalie to make it 5-4. And the crowd went absolutely fucking NUTS! Including everyone in the Owner's box.

"All he needs is an empty netter!" John yelled to Mario.

"I hope he gets it!" It was obvious that Mario looked at Sid as almost a son.

There were still 10 minutes left in the game and the Pens managed to hold the puck much of the last 10 minutes. They never gave the Wings a good shot on goal. Finally with 1 minute left the Wings had the puck in the Pens end and they finally pulled their goalie to put on an extra skater on the ice. With about 20 seconds to go Sid stole the puck and took a shot from near center ice that slid into the empty net to ice the game and give him a goal in every possible situation. The fans erupted, and everyone in the owner's box was high fiving each other.

"I told you he'd get it." John yelled as he slapped paws with Mario.

"That's my Pup!" Mario replied. Then he and the former Pens got in the elevator, right before the door closed he yelled. "Follow us down, we are gonna PARTY on center ice!" We waited until the elevator came back up and we took it down just in time for the clock to count to zero. The arena was complete bedlam when the horn went off signifying the end of the game. We stayed on the ice while they presented Lord Stanley's Cup to Mario and Sid was presented with the Conn Smythe Trophy for the MVP of the playoffs. Mario went back to the locker room with his team and John and I filtered out with the crowd.

When we got out on the street John said, "I got us a room at the Westin, it's right next to the David L Lawrence convention center (In case you furries didn't know the David L Lawrence and the Westin are the home of ANTHROCON!). I knew I was gonna be drinking a little, so I didn't want to drive home. But there is something I want to show you first." We walked across the one of the bridges over the Monongahela River and we came to something called the Duquesne Incline. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duquesne_Incline) John bought tickets and we rode up to the top of Mt. Washington. We got out and looked out over the city. (http://www.michaelmccumber.com/pictures/pittsburgh_night09/

"It's beautiful John!" I had to admit that the city was just that. "But the best thing about it is I'm here with you!"

John pulled me to him and said, "I feel the exact same way."

I started to bone up AGAIN. I really wanted John to take me, more than anything I'd ever wanted. I wanted to give myself to him, to feel him deep inside me, to have him mark me as his. We stood there for a while as we looked out over the beautiful city of Pittsburgh, maybe it wasn't so bad to be here after all.

I faced him and hugged him. "Thanks for taking me to the game, it was fantastic." I finally said breaking the long silence.

"What did you think of Mario?" He asked.

"He seems like a real gentledog. You're lucky to have him as a friend, he really cares about you. And so do the rest of your friends."

"I know. I feel bad I've let them down for so long. I just didn't have the courage to live any more after what happened to Gretta."

"Well you have to be brave now," I said looking him in the eyes, "I need you."

"I promise I'll always be there for you Tyler." And with that we turned, went back into the station and rode the incline back down to the city. When we got back down to the bottom we headed toward the Westin. On the way we stopped and grabbed our overnight bags out of John's truck and continued back toward the hotel. When we got there John went up to the front desk to check in. The clerks eyes lit up in recognition when she saw John. It seemed that even though he had been out of circulation for 8 years everybody still remembered him. But I guess he is kinda hard to forget, a well built 6'10" Harlequin Great Dane whose coat was a brilliant white except for the jet black patches. He grabbed the key card and we got in the elevator. The elevator operator asked what floor and John just said, "Penthouse please."

The elevator operator just smiled and hit the button for "Penthouse" and we rocketed to the top floor. I was trying to steel my nerves to make my move on John if the opportunity arose. We got in the room and set our overnight bags down. There was a living room, a luxury bath, a small kitchen and a wet bar along with the bedroom. To my disappointment there were TWO king size beds in the bedroom. I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it. There was a 60 inch flat screen TV in the bedroom and another in the living room. John grabbed an Iron City Beer out of the wetbar and I grabbed an orange crush and we headed back into the bedroom. John got on one of the beds and arranged both pillows behind his back so he could sit upright against the headboard. He turned the TV on to one of the post game shows that were still going on. I didn't like this arrangement because it stranded me on the other bed, so I grabbed both pillows off that bed and plopped them beside John. I also took an extra moment to put my overnight bag on the bedside table, just in case it was needed. I hopped up on the bed and snuggled against John's chest.

He chuckled and tousled my headfur. We watched the post game show for about an hour. Then they were finally finished with the game for the night. John started flipping through the channels and I took advantage of his not paying attention. I pushed him over and jumped on top of him, wrestling him to the bed. "Oh, the pup wants to play rough does he?" I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist and tried to put his paws over his head, but of course he was much too strong and soon he had turned us over so I was underneath him with my legs wrapped around him. In the excitement we had both popped wood. Mine was rubbing against John's washboard abs, while John's was right where I wanted it to be. While we were wrestling I worked my way down until it bumped my tailhole.

John immediately stopped. "I'm sorry I got a little caught up in the moment." He said trying to disengage from me. "You're just a pup, I shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff to you."

"I'm of legal age in this state!" I countered as I wrapped my legs around him tighter.

"I shouldn't take advantage of you like this..." His voice was wavering with uncertainty.

"How are you taking advantage of me? Are you spending all this time with me just to get in my tailhole?" I asked.

He looked shocked, "Of course not! I like being with you Tyler, honest."

I put my paw against the side of his muzzle, caressing it. "I know you do and that's the whole point. I've only known you for a couple of days and you seem to care about me more than anyone I've ever met."

"I don't want to hurt you Tyler." He added, but I noticed his hardon hadn't gone down at all.

"John I want you more than anything I've wanted in my life."

"I'm not sure I..."

"Well I AM sure!" I interrupted. "You can't deny you want to, can you?"

"Well... No I can't..."

"I love you John." I said and then to his surprise I pulled his muzzle down to mine and kissed him. Well I started the kiss anyway because at that point his resolve broke and he started to take command. He put his paws behind my head and held my muzzle there as he forcefully invaded my muzzle with his big tongue. I had never French kissed anyone before and it was like a jolt of electricity going through my body. I surrendered completely and unconditionally. At first he was on top of me, but he rolled us onto our sides. I had unwrapped my legs from around his waist but my body was still pressed against his hard body. Here was an Alpha that I could follow wherever he led. When he broke the kiss I knew exactly what I wanted. I slid down that sexy body and took his stuffed to bursting sheath in my paw.

I peeled back his sheath until just the head was showing and I took it in my muzzle. When I did he murred and shot a volley of very studly tasting pre into my muzzle. I ran his sheath up and down his shaft slowly and sensuously as I caressed his dickhead with my tongue. He tasted much different than I did when I sucked myself off. This was a big dominant adult stud dog who was just oozing dominance pheromones. Their taste and smell kinda marinated together giving them a symbiotic effect that was starting to make me swoon.

I peeled his sheath down the rest of the way, taking in just how much of a stud John really was. His huge shaft was bulging with engorged veins that stood out from his shaft. I ran my tongue over his awesome maleness feeling every bump on that massive shaft. It made me wonder just how they would feel as they slid in and out over my virgin sphincter.

I took his maleness into my muzzle to worship it. I knew I definitely wanted to feel him in me no matter how much it hurt at first. I had never wanted to be anybody's bitch before, but I had never met anyone like John before. I continued to work my muzzle up and down the top half of his shaft, that was all that would fit in my muzzle. He was now starting to make a sound that was somewhat between a pleasured moan and a dominance growl. I reached down with my paw and gently cupped those two huge low hangers. They were the first thing that caught my attention the day I met John. I just found them incredibly sexy. They were so heavy in my paw, much bigger than my own. I'm sure they had lots of seed in them, but my goal was to drain them completely.

I pulled my muzzle off of his boner and moved it down to his gonads. I took his sheath in my right paw and started running it up and down his shaft while my tongue alternately made love to each ball. John was moaning but before he lost control he pulled me away and positioned me on my back in the middle of the bed.

"I want you now!" He growled as he pushed my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin pucker. His big Dane tongue snaked it's way to my hole and he sloppily started laving it. I had never done any ass play, I was pretty much a true virgin back there, but I had never had anything that had felt so good. Now it was my turn to moan, which soon turned into a pleading whimper as he continued to lick me getting me good and wet. Then he pushed his tongue into my opening. Instinctively I clamped down on it the made a conscious effort to relax as he pushed the tip in. Soon he was giggling the tip around inside me. I was throbbing so hard that I was worried that I was going to blow my load, but fortunately all that came out was a large spurt of precum.

But that was about to change. John pulled his pulled his tongue out and pressed the tip of his huge middle finger at my pucker. It was bigger than his tongue and not as flexible. He put the tip and slipped it in up to the first knuckle. I grimaced a bit, which caused John to ask, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare!" I said almost in a panic. "I can take a little discomfort, just go slow."

John slooowly pushed in further, inching it in a bit at a time until he had his finger fully inserted in my ass. The pain lessened as John rested with his big finger in me. Finally he started to work his finger in and out of me. I finally relaxed and the pain disappeared. Then he changed the angle of his thrusting and my dick jumped and shot more pre. I had heard about the pleasure you could receive from your prostate being massaged, but I never thought it would be like this.

John saw my reaction and concentrated on running his finger over it again and again. I was on the brink of cumming but John carefully backed off before I went over the edge. He pulled all the way out and added his index finger as he continued to try to stretch me enough to be able to get that big hunk of dog meat into me. It took even longer to get the second finger into me.

"You damn virgins are more trouble than you are worth." He said as he winked his black patched eye at me. He worked both fingers in and out trying his best to stretch me for the main event. Finally when he thought I was ready he positioned himself. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted in my life." I replied.

Unfortunately John's cock was considerably bigger than his two fingers and when he tried to push it in it just didn't go anywhere. He tried a couple of times but it still wasn't going in. "I don't think this is gonna work this time pup. We need better lubrication than just saliva to get in that tight hole.

I was so caught up in the moment that I had forgotten my purchase at Walmart before I went over to John's in the morning. I reached over to the bedside table, grabbed my overnight bag and unzipped it. I jammed my paw into it, rummaged around and pulled out a tube of Astroglide. I grinned at John as I tossed it to him.

"You had this planned all along didn't you." John asked rolling his eyes at me.

"Of course! If I would have waited for you to get your act together I'd probably stay a virgin all my life." I teased. I pulled my knees all the way up to my chest to give John better access with the lube. He slathered some on my pucker and then stuck the tip into me and gave a squeeze. His two fingers went in easily this time. Finally after sawing them back and forth a few times he pulled them out, squeezed a handful of lube onto his paw and ran it up and down his massive doghood.

He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and pushed. This time it gave a little and he pushed harder. Finally the head popped all the way in as my sphincter surrendered to his insistent assault. The pain was intense enough that I saw stars. He stopped, a real look of concern on his face.

"Are you OK?" He asked.

"Just give me a second." I replied. I was so close to getting what I wanted I wasn't gonna let a little pain stop me. After a moment the pain had lessened quite a bit so I said. "Go ahead, just take it slow." I was hoping I wasn't biting off more than I could chew. I mean he was awful big and I was a virgin. But Gretta had been a virgin too and if she could take it all the first time then I could do it too.

He slowly pushed another inch in, waited a few seconds then pulled out an inch before easing a couple more inches. He kept up this bone dance with my sphincter until I felt his big low hangers come to rest against my ass cheeks. He finally lay down atop me and brought his muzzle to mine. He kissed me for a moment and when he broke the kiss he growled possessively, "You're mine Pup!"

I wasn't gonna offer up one word of argument, I just pulled his muzzle back down to mine and kissed him again as he slowly started working his huge maleness in and out of my tight hole. I was right that I would be able to feel every one of those bulging veins on his shaft and they worked in and out of my opening. I could also feel the precum pulsing through his shaft with almost every thrust. The pain was mostly gone, now it was just a fullness that made me sure I knew who I belonged to now. I had gone completely limp when John was opening me up but now that the pain was gone just the thought that John was in me made my doghood start to stiffen again.

He lifted up a little and I moved my knees from my chest and wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. That changed the angle of his thrusting causing his cock to rub against my prostate. My dick jumped as his head jammed into it than ran over it. He pulled back out and this time on the way in I spurted pre all over my belly. I wasn't gonna be able to take much more of this. I managed to take three or four more thrusts before my ass clamped down on him and I started blowing my load all over my chest. I just about passed out from the feeling but finally I came down from it and John was looking down at me smugly.

"Liked that?" He smirked.

"That was fucking incredible!" I replied when I could finally catch my breath. He started working it into me again and even though I had just cum I was still as hard as a rock. I was stretched out enough now that there was no pain, just the pleasure of feeling the stud that I loved deep inside of me. I had never experienced a closeness like this before. I could feel him trying to get as deeply in me as possible to claim me as his, and I was completely willing to surrender myself completely to this wonderful dog.

All of a sudden to my surprise he pulled out. I whimpered, "No! Don't stop!"

"I want you buns up kneeling pup!"

I didn't hesitate. I got on my knees and lifted my stub completely submissively. I looked back at him coyly.

"Damn that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" He said as he took his big tool in his huge paw and guided it back to where it belonged. He teased me by rubbing it up and down over my now gaping hole.

"PLEASE! Put it in!" I pleaded, I felt completely empty without him in me. I tried to push back to get him in but he was too quick and he pulled away.

"I love it when you beg!" He said as he grabbed me by my hips and drove it into me leaving me breathless as his big low hangers banged into my tight little sack. I moaned as he pounded into me at a fevered pace, his balls beating a staccato rhythm against mine. I felt his paw in the middle of my back pushing my chest to the bed in as submissive a posture as you could get into. Which suited me fine.

He removed his paw from my back and grabbed my hips again as he straightened his back so he really towered over me. His hips were now a blur as he hammered away at my no longer virgin asshole. I could tell he wasn't gonna last too much longer when he started to pound away with short sharp thrusts as he seated his rapidly growing knot deep in me. I clamped down on the base of it as he continued to try to lock it in me as deeply as possible. There was no way I was gonna get away now even if I wanted. I felt his fist sized knot pounding against my prostate putting pressure on it like I had never felt before. I blew my load for a second time when I felt John blast volley after volley of his seed deep inside of me marking me as his.

I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I collapsed onto the bed with John collapsing on top of me, still locked immovably inside of me. EXACTLY where he belonged. We lay there panting as I continued spurting onto the bed and John continued to unload those huge low hangers deep into me.

After we recovered a bit John rolled us onto our sides, in a spooning position, but we were interlocking spoons at this point. John wrapped those powerful arms around my chest pulling me protectively against his massive chest. I felt so safe and loved as John soothingly licked my ear as he continued to mark me as his. His huge knot throbbed like a second heart inside of me.

"You're mine now, whether you like it or not..." He stated, and it was obvious that it was only partially in jest.

I wrapped my arms around his locking them in place around me. "I think I can live with that." I said more contented than I'd ever been in my life.

It's funny how life can change in such a short time. Three days ago I hated living in Pittsburgh, now I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be.