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You know, I never realized just how awesome sex was until I had it for the first time. It was absolutely incredible; kind of like jacking off, only the guy you're fucking's asshole is doing it for you! Wait, actually that was probably the worst analogy I could have possibly made...

Well anyway I had sex and it was great!

It was like a dream come true in the course of one night. I went on my first date (without completely making a fool out of myself!) with a sexy buff Rottweiler, I had my first kiss, and I even finally learned how to put on a condom discovered the wonders of sex! I felt like dancing I was so happy!

After we finished our business, Daren and I were spooning together on his bed in our boxers, not really saying anything and me smiling like an idiot the whole time. After some time, I instead got on top of the Rottie such that our muzzles were mere inches from each other. "That was incredible..." I said with a big stupid grin on my muzzle, finally breaking the silence.

There was a pause before Daren responded. "It was... okay," he said, stretching out 'okay' uncertainly.

"Just 'okay'?" I asked with a disappointed frown.

Daren starting rubbing his lips against each other, looking like he was searching for the right words to... let me off easy...? "Yeah, no offense, but that was actually some of the worst sex I've ever had," he finally stated with a telling shrug.

I think I felt my dick actually shrink a little upon hearing that. "You thought it was bad?" I whined. But, but, but it was so fucking good! Cannot process, cannot process! Wait, also, 'some of the worst sex I've ever had'? Just how much sex has this guy had before me? He's like what, only eighteen still?

"Yea... you seemed to have the impression that gripping my knot would be hot. Well it fuckin' hurt, man!" he said with a playfully irritated glower.

"Oh, sorry... It seemed like a good idea at the time," I said with ears folded down. "But still, that shouldn't have been enough to ruin it though!" I said defensively.

Daren gave off a quick haughty laugh. "No... But you also decided to stop only after I got off one time, ain't bothered to try any positions other than doggie style, haha by the way, fucked me slower than an old man with Carpal Tunnel in his dick would, and you ain't even asked where I wanted it when you came!" he exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone, gently pushing me off of him. The muscular Rottie then sat up on his knees, turned around pointed to the area on his back and ass where all my baby-gravy had landed on him. "You know how hard it to wash jizz outta thick coat like this?! Not to mention my back? It took me ten minutes just to get it all out! Don't you remember that?" He said, the frustration a bit more genuine this time about. My head was spinning with all the sudden complaints that I had no idea of prior. Seriously though, How did he find so many problems with it? I thought it was really good!

I think I was staring at Daren with my maw agape, just completely at a loss of words when he hit me with the big one. "Oh, and you also started cryin' halfway in, so... there's that too," he said offhandedly.

Processing...

Goddammit Daren, you didn't have to remind me of that! I was trying to wipe all the not completely perfect and sexy thoughts away from my memory! The sex was incredible, okay, incredible! If it were written as a story and posted online it'd totally be fap-worthy! I totally didn't start crying halfway in!

"Not to mention you was on top," the Rottie stated matter-of-factly, with a few self-agreeing nods of his head.

"S-Shut up!" was all I could manage, finding myself entirely unable to come up with witty retort like I'm normally SO good at...

I guess Daren must have found 'Dumbass No-clue Rob' cute or something because he started chuckling in response instead of listing more ways at which I fail at the art of Teh Sexah Tiemz. I made an embarrassed pouty face for a few seconds, and then stuck my tongue out at him to show him who was boss! Take that you stupid picky dog, you! Myah! But of course Daren just responded with a smug 'oh, you're such a child' smirk.

And then we started making out again.

Even if he was the only guy I've made out with before, Daren really was a great kisser. He was really good at the romantic lips-only kisses, but when he wanted to get down and dirty with his kisses, oh he got into it. He always closed his eyes and worked his tongue like a boss. He had this way of twining his long tongue around with mine with such a speed and intensity that triggered all my primal sexual instincts, but was just aggressive enough to do it without overpowering me. Goddamn, he must had a lot of practice...

After about three minutes of making out and popping a boner all over again, we finally broke for some air. I took the making out as a sign that Daren forgave me for being less than ideal in bed, so finally found myself smiling again. The smile Daren returned at me, however, was of the mischievous sort, and I found him playfully pouncing on me not to long after (I swear to god he acts more like a cat than I do, and I'm a freaking panther for crap's sake). I squirmed around laughing and trying to escape from his grasp before he finally pinned me down firmly against the bed. He had this victorious glint in his eyes that just made him look so handsome at majestic that I just stopped doing anything else (bar panting) and just stared dreamily into his eyes. Daren got the queue and followed suit, doing nothing but staring back into my eyes, romantically... passionately. Ah... I swear, staring into your mate's eyes was really some grade-A sappy romantic shit, but it was just sooo much fun!

Wait a minute... mate... hmm...

"So..." I finally said, smiling sheepishly and breaking the silence (and probably the atmosphere too).

Daren raised an eyebrow in a curious, but still jaunty manner. "So...?"

I flushed up a bit, hoping he would know where I was going. "So does this mean we're like... together now?" I asked with a bashful smile.

There was a bit of a pause before Daren finally replied. "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, panther?" he said in some strange accent (You know I swear I've heard that from something before). He then toppled off of me, sitting up and getting in a position more appropriate for holding a conversation. I guess it is sort of awkward talking to somebody when they're breathing down your neck...

I brought my paws together and started tapping the tips of my index fingers against each other. "Uh you know, like, boyfriends?"

Daren's head recoiled back in a perturbed manner and then scoffed at the notion. "Why would be boyfriends? Ain't we just doin' this for fun?"

Wut. Was I missing something here?!

My heart started to beat rapidly in panic. "What about the kisses and the cuddling though?" I asked with wide, desperate eyes.

Daren just shook his head. "They just things you do 'cause it feels good; don't be reading too much into it..." The Rottie then suddenly began giving me a dubious glare. "Hauld up, hauld up, you ain't thinkin' of bringing feelings into this, are you?"

"Well, why not? What about romance and love and all that other sappy crap? Don't you want to try it out? And I know it might seem a little bit early but didn't you like... I dunno, feel a bit of a special connection?" I asked with folded ears and longing eyes.

Daren gave me a strange look, his head edging backward as he raised an eyebrow. "Uh, not really..." he said with a half-frown.

"...Oh," I said as I broke eye contact.

I always did suck at figuring out these sorts of things... This whole time Daren was just looking for a one night stand, and I was too love-drunk to catch that. Dammit... I really was an idiot, wasn't I? Falling for him on the first date... I should have kept my big muzzle shut and my impractical teenage fantasies to myself, fuck! Suddenly it felt like my stomach was twisting itself into a knot, and my throat started to ache for some reason. I know it was silly to get all emotional over a misunderstanding like this, but I found myself trying to hold back tears. Shoot...

I must have been making a really hurt face at his response, because after a few seconds Daren started to grimace and let out a deep frustrated grunt. "Shit man, I didn't mean it like that. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time tonight and I really do like you, it's just that... "

As his last word trailed off, he kept his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but his body wouldn't let him. He sighed. "Shit like love and romance... it's great an' all, but it ain't for everybody."

His eyes fixated themselves on the area of the floor where the rest of our clothes had been discarded. It was strange; he looked so vulnerable at that moment...

"It ain't for me," he finally added, solemnly.

I paused for a while, unable to find any words. His explanation made me feel a little bit better about myself, so the aching in my throat began to subside. "But, how can you be sure of that?" I finally asked quietly.

His response was short and cryptic, his eyes still refusing to meet mine. "I fell in love once."

I wasn't quite sure what to make of what he said. "What happened?"

"I moved," he said with an incredible dryness.

I don't know why, but those words hit me with an intensity that I was not prepared for. "Oh..." was all I managed say, and in a flustered manner at that.

Daren then sat back down and wrapped his paws around his legs. He starting frowning angrily, his eyes still gazing away from mine. "It's funny, because before I wanted nothin' more than to get the hell out of that ratchet-ass city," he said, sounding spiteful but also... kinda hurt at the same time. "And then I fell in love. I was in love so bad with this guy, so fuckin' bad that I ain't even cared about where I was..." He placed his forehead against his knees and then groaned in frustration. "So when I finally learn to be happy with where I was, when I finally meet somebody who made everything in my life feel right, Mom says we finally get to move... FUCK!" he exclaimed as he slammed one of his paws down against the bed, swearing with such sudden intensity and emotion that it caused me to judder backwards in surprise.

He started gritting his teeth, the beginning of tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I wanted to stay... Hell, I wanted to stay more than anything! I ain't give a shit what Mom thought was best for me. Only when I told him, he told me to go too; said I'd have a better life here. I couldn't say no to the guy, so in the end I up and left. And as nice as everything is here, I just ain't happy like when I was around him," Daren said, croaking the final words. He rubbed his eyes, sniffled and then finally made eye contact with me, his eyes bloodshot and full of frustration. "See, that's the thing about love: it's fun for a while but once it's over... it just hurts, man," he said as he started shaking his head dejectedly.

To say the least, I was taken aback. Daren looked so hurt and lonely right now that I wanted to comfort him more than anything, but I couldn't think of anything to say; I really needed some time to take all of this in and think about it. I mean, holy shit...

Daren sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, don't worry about it..." I said unconfidently. I huffed in uncertainty. What can I say, it was a really tense situation and I wasn't sure what to do. Eventually I awkwardly moved over and sat down next to the Rottie, and It took all my courage, but I started rubbing his back consolingly. Thankfully he seemed to appreciate the gesture.

"Thanks..." he said, his tone a shade lighter.

"Sorry Daren, I had no idea..." I said softy, the words rolling awkwardly off my tongue.

"S'aight... Sorry for PMSing on you like this," he said with a sardonic chuckle.

I couldn't think of anything else to say, so there was another one of those brief periods of silence, with only the occasional sniffle coming from Daren to break the quiet.

The Rottie eventually spoke up. "You wanna know what's really fucked up about the whole thing?" he asked dryly. It was a rhetorical question; he continued before I even responded. "He was straight. I knew I never had a chance with him, I just wanted someone who would be there for me..."

I don't think I ever heard anything that made feel so bad for anyone before. Poor Daren... God falling for a straight guy... I really knew how much that could suck. Although... he fell for a straight guy, but here I was, a guy he knew was gay confessing feelings for him, so then the main reason that he'd turn me down would be... As I sat there rubbing the Rottie's back, something finally occurred to me: Daren wasn't afraid of love; he was afraid of getting hurt.

Okay, so I might have no idea what's racist or not, or what clothes to wear, or how to convincingly lie to people, but after all the time I spend reading mushy-gushy romance stories online, I can proudly say that I know a thing or two about the ways of relationships! This was my time to shine, baby!

"Daren, I'm not going to pretend that I understand all that you went through," I said with a sigh. The Rottie tilted his head and looked at me silently. I breathed in calmly before continuing. "But just because your first love had an abrupt ending doesn't mean you should be afraid to try again," I stated firmly.

Daren was staring raptly at me. "How do you mean?" he asked simply. My ears started flicking nervously, so I took in another deep breath. Here it goes...

"Everything ends eventually; it's just the way the world works. And once it does end, you don't focus on what you lost, but you think back on all the good times you had and how grateful you are to have experienced them. Maybe it'll have to end or maybe it won't work out, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't at least give it a shot! Who knows, maybe another guy to be there for you is just what you need to get closure!" I said with as much confidence and energy as I could muster.

The Rottweiler kept and staring at me, his muzzle open slightly, waiting for me to continue. He was really soaking in all of my words, waiting for me to continue. So, no pressure, right? Ah jeez... this was difficult.

"S-So what I'm saying is that I, um," I gulped. "I want to be there for you..." I said barely above a whisper, my ears folded backwards and my face burning hotter than ever in embarrassment.

"That..." Daren said softly, looking into my eyes intently and with a strange expression that I couldn't quite read.

Oh god, what was he going to say? Goddammit, spit it out, Daren! Don't leave me hanging like this!

A faint smile finally crept its way on the Rottie's muzzle. "Was really sweet of you... thanks," he said warmly. "And I...guess I ain't never thought of it like that before." There was a brief pause and then I heard... him chuckling?

Chuckling is good! It means he's feeling better! Yay, I did something right!

"And I also ain't never thought you'd actually say something insightful!" the Rottie gibed, the brightness back and strong in his eyes.

Yeah he was sort of making fun of me, what else is new, but him acknowledging my lovey-dovey sap-fest made my eyes light up as a smile made its way onto my muzzle, bright and earnest. "Does that mean...?"

He started grinning at me. "It means I'll think about it," he said as he messed up my head hair. I then retaliated by messing up his own hair, though it was really short and didn't really do much. He giggled a bit, but eventually stopped and then just smiled at me, and I smiled back. ...But then he got a glimpse of his alarm clock; it was pretty late. "Now I don't mean to ruin the moment or anything, but you need to get out of here before my mom gets back from her night shift," he said as he got off the bed and tossed me my clothes.

It was then that he looked at me with the brightest smile I'd ever seen. It sort of made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "But seriously though, thank you..." his sentence trailed off with an upward inflection.

Daren blinked a few times and cocked his head slightly. "Heh, by the way..." he said with and embarrassed grin.

"What's your name?"