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A delivery...

"Half passed two, bloody hell this bloke's late, he should have been here more than an hour ago" I mutter to no one in particular. That's because no one's here, it's just me in the kitchen looking out across the barren and windswept street through the window, grasping yet another cup of coffee, warm in my paw, the hot drink a welcome contrast to the clammy chill of the kitchen. My butt's resting uncomfortably on the countertop edge. I'd been alternating between tea and coffee and hadn't stopped drinking the stuff since I got home an hour and a half ago.

Yeah I'd tried to do something else, I mean in this house there's always plenty to do, Mia and I both work, so domestic stuff like washing hovering and ironing is always the job of whoever gets to it first. Blast! I should have taken the vacuum cleaner for a walk round the house, lord knows it needs it, and it would have taken my mind off of, well later.

"Oh well It's done, no turning back now" I sigh to myself.

I had taken the afternoon off to be here for this delivery, work didn't like it so close to the last "white good" that had broken on me, but I just smiled sweetly "It's an old house Mark and things seem to break all the time, it's just one afternoon no biggie, besides don't they say things happen in three's."

"You're not getting another afternoon off." The grey dappled stallion snorted moodily, turning and walking off, conversation apparently over.

"I'll use my leave however I bloody well like" I sneered under my breath, I sensed an argument approaching, but not today, let's keep it nice Ed.

I'm Ed by the way, no other names or variations just plain old Ed will do, I'm a chocolate Labrador, 28, usual height, muscled chiseled body... nah don't be silly, cue laughter, I work as an accountant for a glazing company so I sit on my arse all day long and ,no I don't have a gym membership, "Meh", so as a consequence, one or two pounds have crept onto my modest little frame, nothing serious, or gross, just cuddly Mia likes to say.

And Mia? Well she's 27, a border collie and a Furry resources consultant for another firm, she does Fr stuff that means dealing with folks... Stick that for a game of fetch I'm a numbers dog, me, always! Business and accounts since college, into uni and the rest is history, I love the office it's warm and cozy so it's where this dog belongs!

But back to Mia, she's lovely, we're married, and we own this two bedroom town house, well the bank does for the next 25 years, but so long as we keep paying the mortgage we'll still be allowed to live here until we own it.

Back to me, my favourite subject! Haven't you noticed? I'm 28, Uh, I just said that didn't I? Oh well I'm a bit scatty as you can tell, cue nervous laughter, more than a little unfit but in reality I'm a happy and pretty open minded lab really, famous last words, ha!

Pause for breath. Anyway...

Three weeks ago our washing machine broke down, no biggie, it had been getting a bit noisy for a while anyway, a bearing in the process of perishing. My friend told me "should have life in it yet" but one day out of the blue it seized up altogether and would wash no more, in fact it hadn't managed to complete the cycle it was on when it broke, the door releasing with a click, Mia, bless her, opened it and promptly flooded the kitchen with about 20 litres of warm soapy water.

Again no big deal, we just got online and ordered a new one to be delivered two days later. That raised the age old argument of who gets to split a day of leave in half and generally piss off everyone you work for and with for that matter by taking half the day off! Because Mia needs to look after her job and because I get four days more leave than she does I end up losing that battle. Oh well, a morning off is a morning off whatever way you look at it and I'm not going to argue with that!

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I roll over in bed, watching the lovely Border collie dressing moodily for work, her body still as perfect as the day we'd first met. Mia is a strikingly beautiful collie, black and white with long furry coat great shape verging on athletic, nice handful breasts, and the cutest little bum. Too late, my morning wood had already descended and the sight before me is not helping one bit, I'm beginning to knot up painfully now, it's really not funny! The pressure in my sheath growing uncomfortably tight accompanied by the worst tingly itch, Stuff it! I'll have to rub one out later, after she's gone.

"Enjoy your lie in my dear." more than a hint of playful sourness in Mia's tone.

"I won't go back to sleep, I'll be down in a minute"

"Oh don't bother dear; it's cold out here, besides I'd be in there right now myself if I could"

"Come back to bed then, I'll keep you warm?" I coo, reaching my hand out to fondle her lovely furry bottom, she leans in grinding her rump against me before catching her self-swiping my hand away with slap.

"Stop it! I've got to look after my job, remember, and I can't do that late and horny so you stay in bed and... Entertain yourself."

"Nah, I'll see you off."

"Suit yourself."

So I did, getting up, carefully dressing, trying to take my mind off sex, hoping my knot would deflate enough to allow some kind of normal movement.

Clothed in jeans and a t-shirt and feeling pretty damn good at the prospect of a morning off, I tried the stairs, quickly finding that I was losing the battle with my cock, the fabric rubbing my tender bits to distraction with every stair tread, it was intolerable but eventually I made the last step.

I found Mia in the kitchen, slurping up her "Meat-a-Bix", she looked up at me and then down to my crotch, giving me a toothy smile, I whined a little. "No boy," she looked at the clock "I'm late already"

I whined louder. She finished the contents of her bowl, crossed the threshold, and leans in for a kiss, our tongues entwining, while her paw descends lower "Murfff." I groan into her mouth, hardening again, knot swelling to painful proportions.

Suddenly she pulls away, removing her hand from my groin, "No...!" I whine and I really meant it.

"Oh paw off, love, you've only got all morning to do it in."

"The washing machine's coming, that's WHY I've got all morning off."

"Do it after he's gone," Mia shot back, walking to the door "or better still, get him to do it for you love." She suggests in a low sultry tone, winking at me putting one foot out the door and closing it behind her.

"No chance." I shouted

Oh well, pawing off it's going to have to be. I bound up the stairs, shucking the restricting and teasing jeans and undies to the floor. I clasped a hand around my soft furry and dangerously swollen looking sheath and tentatively begin to slide it back, exposing my thickish red organ to the cold air of the bedroom, my knot partially swollen.

I gasp a little, squeezing the soft bulge in my hand feeling the hot tender flesh in my palm, deforming slightly under the pressure of my paw. I begin to stroke it, wincing, my paw catching slightly as I brush it over my organ. This won't do at all, you see us dogs have such delicate organs, yeah ok, friction can be your friend but not when it's in your furry paw.

I go to the nightstand. "Here we are." A well-known branded lubricant, that's what I need, granted it'll stretch the session out a bit when I really need release now, but I have time.

I squeeze some of the jelly like lube into my furry palm and waste no time applying it to my length, shivering at the feeling of the cold slippery lube against my hot, veiny doggy dick. It feels good, and I settle down into a rhythm, pawing off with long tight strokes my left hand descending absent minded to play with my balls, cupping, squeezing and rolling the furry brown nuts around in my hand. Sighing with pleasure, I quickly become lost in these wonderful sensations.

Only then do I hear a low noise, and the house shudders a little, something's passing by slowly, a lorry. "Oh no, no please no for fuck's sake."

I'm a fair way off of release yet, but can't stuff the thing back into my sheath! Ok, calm down, go over to the window and see if it's actually for you. I do, keeping a low profile, not wanting the world and his wife to see me in all my red knotted glory.

Indeed a well-known electrical retailer's lorry has stopped perpendicular to the house "Bollocks!"

I watch in horror as the cab door is opened and a well-built boxer dog jumps out, and with a sheet of paper in paw, proceeds to my door. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck."

I grab my briefs and trousers and pull both back on, carefully trapping my leaking doggy dick against my belly, tucking the swollen knot against my waist, pulsing angrily inside its cloth prison. I catch sight of myself in the full length mirror on the wall, and my, that bulge looks huge, it's going to be way too obvious!

Suddenly a thought strikes me, a sweater, yes that'll help cover it up, so I run and grab one, pulling it over my muzzle just as the door shakes with three loud knocks. I imagine the muscled boxer on the other side doing the knocking. Let's get down there before he disappears.

"Just coming!" I shout. If only... I could have been right now if this fella hadn't been so prompt.

I look over myself one final time, pulling the jumper down further to cover the bulge in my pants, because what more could I do? I just hope my cock doesn't leak through these clothes, that would be a bit of a disaster now wouldn't it?

I run down the stairs taking two at a time and open the door to see a quite burly looking, brindle coloured boxer dog on the other side wearing a polite smile on his muzzle. "Ed Martin?"

"That's me."

"Great," he handed me the slip of A4 "You keep that, and I'll bring it around"

I watched him walk away, his short meaty tail slapping against his big butt.

He soon returns with the white front-loading washing machine still wrapped in clear plastic. He wheels it around on a sack barrow pushing it up to the door. I instinctively lean out and the two of us lift it across the threshold together without a word passed between us. I pant slightly, not at all used to manual labour, in fact I knew next to nothing about this sort of thing or even how the device hooks up for that matter.

A friend of ours, a Suffolk punch had undone it all at the weekend, easily dragging the thing out into the middle of the kitchen floor, unplugging and disconnecting the pipes before shoving a rag into one that takes the waste away. He talked me through connecting the new one up too, pointing to the pipes and describing what to do with them then, leaving me with a roll of, what did he call it? PDFT, no PTFT, PTFE that's it! PTFE tape, I'm supposed to wrap that around the thread of the clean water pipe before screwing the new hose on, because it stops leaks apparently.

The Boxer looks at me a moment, eyeing me up and down, staying too long somewhere in the middle, making me shift uncomfortably.

"Do you want this connected up mate?"

"Oh yes please!" I blurt out quickly, relieved that he hadn't lingered on my strange looking bulge too long, and moreover that I was now saved from the uncertainty of connecting the thing up; Drafty would be disappointed in me but let him be, I don't do "do it yourself" not when there's an offer of it being done for you!

The Boxer produces a Stanley knife, making short work of the thick plastic the thing was wrapped in, and with that out of the way he begins deftly connecting the machine to all its ports, finishing up by sliding it snugly back into place under the countertop.

"All done Mister Martin," the driver announced with a smile, "anything else I can do for you?"

I felt my brow furrowing, that was a funny thing to say.

"Not that I can think of." I say in a confused tone

"Oh, ok, that's strange."

I freeze, my face definitely screwed up in confusion now.

"Well from where I'm standing you seem to be in a bit of bother." the boxer continues, looking down again, lingering too long on my crotch. Busted!

I look at him in sheer horror feeling my face begin to burn with embarrassment, if ever I wanted the floor to open up and swallow my wretched body, it's now!

The boxer smiles ruefully, taking a step towards me "It's part of the service Ed."

"I'm pretty sure it's not." I blurted out in a sudden moment of clarity.

"It's part of my service." A toothy grin plastered to his face.

I shrink back against the countertop. This is totally not a threatening or downright cliché situation in any way at all, I think to myself sarcastically.

"Look," the boxer dog hold his paws up "Be all shy if you want, but I've got time, you're in need," he pauses mid-sentence, looking down again "You're in desperate need actually, and I can help you with that need." he finishes smoothly.

My resolve is shaking, scratch that, it's hanging by a bleeding thread, there is just something about this dog that I can't say no to, and even as a straight Lab, an itch is an itch, and gods did I ever have an itch that needed scratching! The lightly coloured boxer starts approaching me again, palms still outstretched smiling unthreateningly.

"It's all right Ed, just see it as me helping you out. There's no strings attached with me, and I promise you won't be going down a road you can't come back from, trust me." he adds sincerely.

I am wavering now, indecisive. The realisation hits me that I am staring down two distinct paths today, one requires effort and willpower to walk down, to say "No, I'm really not interested mate." The second does not; all this road requires from me is to follow the Boxer's lead... I find it is this path calling to me, willing me to just let it happen... The dog seemed to pick up on this, because the next thing I know he's pushing me back into the hallway, and up against the door, large hands all over me, running down my legs and straight to my crotch to fondle the bulge I've been so desperately trying to hide. His fingers undo my jeans, pushing the garment unceremoniously down my furry legs, then my boxers follow. And that's it, I'm naked, feeling very exposed as the delivery dog kneels in front of me leaning his boxy flat muzzle in close, reaching out his tongue and giving my still swollen knot a lick with his rough red muscle. I shudder, my cock jumping at his touch, the tip still held against my belly with the sweater, but that was soon to change, as he lifts the jumper up letting my cock bounce free, catching it on the upstroke in his warm palm.

He didn't waste time any teasing either, going straight in with his rough doggy tongue, slathering and bathing my length, making approving noises, then opening his muzzle and taking me inside. "Oh fuuu-" I never finish the word, the pleasure too great as he swallows my length all the way down to the knot, his hot mouth easily accepting my more than fistful of doggy bone.

It is only then that I feel his hands reach around my waist, resting lightly on my furry rump, no pressure, not pushy, just there, and I let it go, enjoying the feeling of his warm and talented maw suckling away.

He looks up at me with his lips still pressing against my knot, and with a wink flicks his tongue out, beginning to work the textured muscle over my fat bulge, fully engorged now, easily the size of a tennis ball.

He backs off now, dragging his muzzle and tongue all the way up my shaft to the tip giving it a long lingering lick, before diving right back down to my knot again. The pleasure is exquisite, I can't deny it, but now I feel something else, while he's been working his muzzle over me, his fingers have slowly snaked their way around my butt, and I can feel them now close to my tail hole, too close!

I don't like this... it's too much, too fast. I put a hand down to stop him, but quick as a snake he turns his wrist around grabbing my arm with his hand, going in with the other one instead. I watch him lift his muzzle off me. "Relax Ed, it's ok, remember what I said?" I nod with an effort, allowing him to continue, which he does, taking a different path this time stroking across and up my thigh, brushing a knuckle over my sac, turning the hand to stroke it, caressing my balls, gently rolling my brown doggy nuts in his furry palm. No one has ever played with my nuts quite like this, his hands know precisely what to do, when to roll and where to squeeze and how hard- he's an expert. But all too soon the big dog releases them and starts moving onwards. I feel his fingers running over my taint now, rhythmically stroking two fingers up and down the patch of sensitive skin, making me shiver at the new sensation. I know I'm whining now but I can't help it, his fingers are magic, setting me on fire.

He lets go of my arm, using his hand to slowly stroke across my body, starting from my butt, up my side, across my chest, stopping to pinch a nipple, "Oww" He pulls off me again a smirk all over his boxer muzzle and grinning broadly "You let yourself in for that one fella." he dove back down, taking my mind off the kinky pain, his hand recommencing its travels across my chest, up my neck, along my jaw and towards my muzzle, his fingers pushing gently at my lips. Getting the message I open up allowing the persistent fingers entry to my mouth, one digit at first, warm, salty and metallic tasting joined by another and another. It's, it's pretty erotic actually, don't ask me why, it just is! As he pulls his hand back I find myself following with my tongue, lapping his digits, just a few final licks.

He doesn't brush the hand back down me, instead he goes straight for my rear, I could have a guess at what's coming next. I wanted to reach out to grab his arm and stop him but I couldn't, something inside me stalls and I freeze. I look down at him instead, his expression is clear, big blue eyes pleading, 'No!' Imploring me to trust him. Did I though? Do I want this? I'm not sure I do. Things are only supposed to come out of there, never, ever should there be any inbound traffic, I'm a straight dog for fuck sake, with a wife, and a mortgage!

But his eyes, his big eyes smiling at me, and his touch, not rough or demanding, but easy and practiced, and his muzzle, suckling skillfully on my swollen knotted cock, what did that mean? It certainly did feel good, maybe, just maybe this would too...

I nod.

I feel his touch, a questing finger cool against my ring. I suddenly realised that he'd been holding off, waiting for my answer, and in that moment I do trust the big dog, just a little more than I had before.

I can feel the rest of his fingers now closing in on my rosebud, circling it gently, one becoming more persistent than its neighbours, finding my dimple and pressing in. I flinch slightly, not enjoying the feeling at all, but a rumble on my cock, and a hand on my thigh bring my attention firmly back to the boxer and his big blue eyes, "Please." they say. He pushes in a little further, the thick digit still feeling so very wrong inside me, but at the same I feel something else, something new, the deeper he delves into my rear the stronger the feeling grows, and it feels good, very good, that is until he starts moving the digit around, and then it feels amazing, my cock practically jumping in the big dog's muzzle, his hot rasping tongue stroking my knot.

I can feel myself rushing toward orgasm quicker than ever before, his heady scent, hot muzzle and probing finger, it's far too much. I hear myself rumble, feel my hips thrust then a spasm in my shaft and I'm there, unloading into the boxer dog's muzzle. My cock twitching wildly as spurt after spurt passes through it and into the dog's muzzle, I grasp his shoulders as my legs weaken beneath me, caught up in the seemingly endless pleasure.

But end it did, the male's tongue becoming uncomfortable against my raw feeling penis. I squeeze his shoulders, pulling back a little, the boxer getting the message taking his mouth off of me. He looked at me curiously then, opening his muzzle to show a pool of milky white against his deep red tongue, winking an eye he closes it, momentarily, before opening again. I looked away, the image exciting and repulsing me simultaneously. The big dog bursts into laughter at my apparent discomfort.

"I'm guessing a big sloppy wet one is right out of the question then?" He smiles at me.

"I, I, uh, um." lost for words again.

The dog in front of me stands shaking his head laughing, "Don't worry, Ed."

I look at him awkwardly then, not knowing what to do next. I give a little look to the boxer's own crotch feeling like I should reciprocate, but I've become useless all of a sudden, not knowing what to do, how I would do for him what he'd just done for me. Ok, I knew how I'd do it, but HOW!

"What about you?" I manage to stammer.

He leans into me then, and I lurch back in horror, horrified at the thought that he's going to kiss me, but instead he puts a strong arm around my back, his other finding my right hand guiding it down his belly across the smooth fur and straight to his cargos, his fingers interlacing with mine pressing them firmly into his crotch. I feel his sheath, warm and soft against my paw, he begins grinding into my trapped hand, his breathing loud as he leans in close to me, very close, warm powerful and wide overpowering me, his muzzle brushes my ear.

"What about me pup?"

"Um," I mumble uncomfortably "Uh, you know."

"No I don't know, you're going to have to tell me." he breathes into my ear.

"C-, c- can I su-"

"Yes?"

"Should I suck you off?"

He squeezes my hand again, and I can feel his sheath swell, his cock beginning to poke out.

"Mmm, I'd like that," He licks my ear "I'd like that a lot my chocolaty friend, but not today."

"But!"

He pulls away slightly, looking me in the eyes, "I meant what I said, no strings attached. This time anyway."

"But, but..." I was flapping a little now, guilt and shame starting to flow through me like an unpleasant river.

He pushes his muzzle into mine, silencing me with the quickest of kisses a warm tongue on my lips, then he steps away giving my shoulder a slap before turning towards the door.

"But." I stammered again.

"I think your dishwasher's looking a little tired Ed, perhaps you need a new one..."

And with that he opens the door disappearing though it.

A thank you must also go to Dante lupine although not my proof reader he has very kindly taken time to go though this, fixing some mistakes. Many thanks!