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The Simple Things

Chapter Ten

By Roofles

"What first?" Richard ask as he spoke my own thoughts aloud. Unfortunately, to my very own question, I didn't have an answer. The look on my face must've given it away as Richard gave us at least a reprieve for the time being. "Let's have breakfast."

I didn't point out he had already finished his roommates or that I only really wanted coffee; I wasn't much of a breakfast kind of guy even knowing I should eat something in the morning. A good or bad cup of coffee, or five, was all that I really wanted. I didn't argue or offer any resistance as we headed into the kitchen though, at least it gave us something to do while we thought of what we could do. A few thoughts came to mind...

"I called work already." Richard yawned as he reached up to grab a bowl from the top shelf.

"What did you tell them?" I dared to ask watching Richard stretch to reach, on his tippy toes, the top shelf. His body was toned nicely and he didn't have any unfavorable curves. Just covered in that rich chocolate covered fur from head to toe to tail tip. He wasn't pure muscle. It would be hard to trace his muscles out fully but a good grope could easily find them. And I was up for the challenge.

He rested back down on the ball of his foot and began rummaging in the side cabinet for whatever he had in mind to eat. His rear was turned towards me, tail smacking me in the side of the hip. And I didn't find the...nerve to grab that nice ass I wanted to motor boat. It took me a moment to figure out why I was so reserve on the matter, and with Richard.

As he turned to look back at me, he gave me a smile and I returned the gesture. As warm and friendly as he was, unless he was being all lovey dovey romantic steal your heart and rape your loins kind of man I could resist at least. Not drunk on the fever that he brought in my fun bits.

I liked Richard, more than I should only knowing him for a couple of days. And yet he was in fact a...dog. A canine-sapien to be polite but in the end of things he was indeed just that, a dog. His features were so apparent even a blind, deaf, dumb person would be able to tell the difference between him and I. Covered in fur and here I was on a little fuzz here and there. I didn't have a muzzle or snout or paws or even a tail! Let alone for the sheath, knotted member tucked away safely in the loose shorts he wore.

"I don't look that weird do I?" He asked giving me a smile and a wink. I chuckled at that. He could read me easily enough. I wasn't really trying to hide the fact I was staring at him. His floppy ears swayed here and there as he turned his head.

"We just...don't have any," I said carelessly but Richard didn't seem to mind. "At central. We have like two in accounting but the fact of the matter is where I used to live?" I asked him looking over a bit as he got some off name brand of pancake mix out. He pour some into the bowl, added an egg and dump some milk into it, sloshing it onto the counter. He didn't even seem to notice. "So this is like my-,"

"First time, yeah. I get it." He said with a roll of his eyes. I flushed a bit hoping he wasn't mad. His tail bumped my side a couple of times though. "Didn't seem to mind the other night." He spoke under his breath crudely and looked away. I gave him a nudge with my elbow, he winced and gave me a smile in return. "It's true!"

"I'm not denying it." I admitted as I whipped the mixture up with a fork as he got a frying pan out from under the counter. "I was drunk though." I teased. "Took advantage of me. I was an innocent man before you came along."

"Drunk?" He laughed through his teeth at the idea. "And you seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. If not more," He nudged me now and I gave a roll of my eyes. "Innocent my furry balls. You were hounding me!" He exclaimed tossing his hands up. "Couldn't get you off me!" He chuckled with that warm smile that brightened my day.

"Hey," I protested pointing the fork at him and accidentally tossing some batter onto his muzzle. "I at least waited for you to take your pants off first."

"Oh, what the gentleman you are." Richard rolled his eyes licking the batter from the side of his muzzle with a tongue far too large, wide, pink, thick and all around pants tightening to see.

"Better believe it." I said proudly before giving a laugh. I had tossed the fork up as I spoke and some batter hit the cupboard, ceiling and the side of my face. I closed my eye closest to Richard as he slurped it off for me. His breath was humid and washed over my face like a old wet wash rag. "Thanks," I offered back to him wiping the slobber from my cheek. "But let's cook the batter before eating it."

Richard just gave a shrug. "If you kept it in the frying pan this wouldn't be a problem."

"If you kept yours in your pants it wouldn't have been a problem." I mumbled back and he nosed my neck for it and tickled my side nearly making me drop the bowl.

"What was that?" Richard teased pushing that cold bumpy black nose of his against my cold neck. He slurped over the bite mark on my shoulder and I winced. His ears folded back at the gesture but he didn't say anything else about it.

"I said if you weren't such a hound dog it wouldn't have been a problem." I said pushing him away as that muzzle rubbed against my face. He had a larger head than my own and combine that with the muzzle it could be a little intimidating in a way to have it so close to your face. Combine those fangs and large hand-paws rubbing my arms and back, it was a bit threatening. And he was taller than me, covered in fur and had a tail still bumping against me as it wagged. At least his fur was soft, if a bit musky. Soft and warm like a silk sheet that just came out of the dryer. If slightly, naturally oily.

"I figured that's what you liked about me though," he whined softly pawing at my whole groin with his large hand. I stood a little taller afterward. I squirmed in his grip and he grinned at that.

"Yes, I love being felt up by a dog." I joked. Richard moved over a bit giving me some space.

A quiet fell between us as we poured batter into the frying pan resting on one of the hotplates ontop of the stove.

"Sorry." I said first for my crude comment.

"I know." Richard just replied and helped me pour the next one as I also needed to hold the frying pan so it didn't fall off the hot plate.

"It's just..."

"Yup." Was his reply and we both gave a half nod.

"I like you." I said. I frowned afterward. I felt like I was in damn high school again.

"I know." He answered with a soft smile and a single wag of his tail. "I like you too." He replied as he set the bowl down.

"I know." I smiled and he wagged his tail once more. Having him say it did warm my heart. It was harder with Richard. I liked him and that made this ten times worse. If it was a guy like Colby that'd be another story. Oh sure, he'd be a fun rump in the sack. But I would come over to his place, sleep on the same couch with him and not get anything out of it (if you know what I mean). And still it only made matters more...complicated as he wasn't exactly human.

"You always so socially awkward?" He smirked. And gave me a nudge with his hip before heading over to open the fridge and rummage around. He pulled out some syrup, whip cream, strawberries and blueberries. I was kind of surprised to find fresh fruit in this house.

"Only around guys I like." I answered giving him a look. He stared back, unblinking and I folded and he wagged his tail as I looked away with a light blush. He might be a dog, but he was infatuating.

"I find it cute." Richard replied as he set up a plate and he had a certain skip in his step. "A bit retarded," he said truthfully, "but cute nonetheless."

"Joy." I rolled my eyes. "I just love being retardedly cute."

"You don't?" He asked with that raised fishhook eyebrow of his. There was a smirk on his face though. He looked good smirking like that, shirtless and in shorts with the fly open.

"Hell no." I laughed. "I rather be handsome. Sexy. Fun loving, orgasmarific."

Richard frown now, taking a moment on that one. "Orgasmarific?" He repeated in a dry tone.

"Yup." I returned with a shrug. "I want them to write that on my grave."

"Here lies Alexander Wright, he was Orgasmarific." Richard rubbing his chin thinking it over. "It does have a nice ring to it. That or as a superhero name." He shrugged and if I was drinking something I would did a spit take after hearing that.

I chuckled looking away a bit embarrassed. "What would his super power be, dare I ask?"

"Giving people orgasms." Richard just nodded not abashed at all by what he had said. He didn't even hesitate, not for a single second. "And he would fight Blue balls and his evil twin, Orgasm Denial."

To say the least, this went on for far too long. It was as we were talking about various kinds of "gadgets" he would use, I learned something about Richard. He was a giant nerd. I figured loving Zombie Dogs was one thing but some of the things he said, the references and how he would read a comic book about such a super hero finally led me to the conclusion...

"That your a giant nerd." I just stated. Richard looked at me. Blinked once. Then once more. Then agreed.

"Yup. And?" He said without even folding. It was hard to get under his fur and easy to get in his pants.

"You're not like a hipster are you?" I dared to ask. He quirked is head to one side and lifted an eyebrow.

"What's a hispter?" And I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. I just laughed it off and let bygones be bygones. No point in poking further.

"Where are you even from?" I found myself asking, if he wasn't aware what a hipster was.

"Texas." Richard just replied. And the fact he loved country music finally made sense.

We took a seat at the table, on the same side no less, and continued our would be conversation. We had one large plate filled with pancakes, a side bowl with strawberries and another for the blueberries. A small cup had powder sugar and the syrup was resting on a napkin - having been properly heated first. Who uses cold syrup? Disgusting.

"So then what do you do on your off days?" He asked after we got comfortable.

"Work." I just half shrugged. "I mean I go out to eat sometimes."

"By yourself?" He asked and I gave a nod. "How sad." I winced at that but he didn't seem to mean any ill will. Just stating things so bluntly wasn't usually how things were done. If someone was a fat ass you would politely ignore that fact. Richard would most likely point out that he was a fat ass not only to me but to the very person himself as if he wasn't aware of his fat assedness.

"And movies..." I finished with a bowed head in defeat. He rubbed my back.

"There, there. It's ok that you're a loser." Richard said as if to comfort me. I winced however and gave a dry, hollow laugh at the sadness that was my life.

"I like to think of myself as independent." I tried to recover.

"Isn't that another fancy word for loser?" Richard said but gave a smile as I frowned at him. He continued eating without a concern. "You have me now!" He tossed his arms up, saying around a mouthful of pancakes, and I rolled my eyes but, foolish as I was, didn't back away and promptly got a hug. A warm musky hug that left me half sweating afterward, smelling even more of dog. And uncomfortably aroused in briefs that weren't even mine. "You don't have to be an independent loser anymore." He half-joked, smile and wagging his tail.

"Better than a needy dog." I rolled my eyes but return the hug, halfheartedly so. I gave his back a rub. Then a pat. Then tapped out. "Ok, ok." I said as he finally let go. "Needy bastard," I mumbled. Physical affection was taken to a whole new level with a canine-sapien it seemed. Richard would've been happy hugging me for the rest of the morning I bet. Or licking me. Or humping me. Or all the above. I didn't mind the last one so much as...stimulated as the dog was making me.

"Ok, I was wondering though." I said collecting myself a bit. "Why did you pick me?" I asked and he quirked an eyebrow. "I mean random human walks into the office... I mean it even sounds like the start of a bad joke!"

He smiled at that though. "Well, for a human," he teased. "You didn't seem to mind working with a canine such as myself." I frowned a bit at that recalling what Colby had said about monochrome dogs and how they weren't the ideal pick of the litter. "Plus you smelled good." He said as bluntly as ever. I rolled my eyes at that one.

"So glad my stink is the good kind of stink." I grumbled.

"Hey!" He said a bit loudly trying to correct himself for once. "I have to be trapped in a small office with you all day long. If you were a smelly bastard that'd be hell on earth. Now though..." He mumbled a bit, folding his ears back and the corner of his black lip muzzle lifted up in a sheepish smile. "I wouldn't mind being trapped with you under the covers with my nose in all the right places." Dogs and smell, I'll never understand.

So I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever. Glad you smell good too." I joked but got another hug for that. A long hug with my head shoved under the crook of his arm. A standing hug that also ended with both of us toppling to the floor painfully so. It was more of a fall than a hug as Richard just kind of tipped over on top of me.

"Dumbass." Was my tactful reply to it as I wound up on my rear. I would of reprimanded him further if his snout wasn't firmly pressed between my legs. And no he didn't fall, conveniently, there either. Richard wasn't subtle.

"What?" Was his tactful reply. "You left me with blue balls last night." He wagged his tail as he nosed my happy trail. His muzzle opened and hot air poured out, followed by that thick tongue slurping up my happy trail and over my belly button. It made me squirm both comfortably and uncomfortably. He could give me a tongue bath any day with that thing.

"Well s-sorry," I blushed as he rubbed my thigh with a hand. "I wasn't about to face fuck you with your roommates in the room." I tried to look away but having the larger male in my lap was, in and of itself, distracting.

"You don't seem to mind now." A familiar, if annoyed, voice interrupted. Annoying as he interrupted. Colby didn't seem to mind as he turned a chair to face us, took a seat and tossed a leg up onto the table. He pulled the plate of pancakes over towards him. "Don't mind me," he added scratching his belly.

No shame, I tell you. Dogs have no shame.

We ended up retreating back towards Richard's room. I didn't even notice the fact the sneaky chocolate Labrador had brought the syrup with him until I was flat on my back and the warm sticky sugar was poured over my chest with a hungry hound look down at me. It reminded me of a very particular Zed Leopard song.

"Another thing I liked," Richard growled now having kicked the door shut roughly with a hind paw. "Is the fact your always practically naked." He grrr'd a bit at that and crawled over me on all fours, muzzle dipping down and that thick tongue slurped up over my side and across a nipple. His throat bulged as he swallowed loudly not even letting that satisfied sigh fully escape him before licking once more, up and over my other side and nipple. Then up to slurp the crook of my neck with teeth gnawing lightly after as his large hands gripped my sides tightly...

"F-fuck, Richie." I gasped pulling back a bit.

Both ears stood up at that and I flushed brighter than I had since I met him. "Richie?" He asked looking at me with his muzzle still hanging open and his tongue still sticking out a bit, syrup coated saliva drooling down onto my chest. "Richie?" He said once more with a growl and a crude grin. And then he proceeded to gnaw on my neck and straddle my hips with a hump for good measure. It was more of a butt wag than a hump but Richard managed.

"Richard," I said his name forcefully as he pressed down against me.

"Call me it again." He teased and continued to nip at my neck and face. I gave his whole head a good shove as he chuckled along.

"Get off me you oaf," I cursed my slip of the tongue and tried to cool the blush in my face as I looked away. Richard was laughing as he rolled onto his side, pawing at my chest and side with a hand as he looked at me with an amused glean in his eyes.

"Richie, oh man. That's a first." He giggled before rolling onto his back and letting out a deep long, gruff sigh. "Rub my belly and tell me I'm a good Richie." He gave me a wink and I gave him a shove with a foot. He barely moved an inch.

I rolled my eyes and moved over anyways, still with a flush in my cheeks, and laid on my side facing him. I rubbed over his chest and he cooed at that, giving a good long stretch of his arms and legs before lazing out with closed eyes. My hand rand down over his belly and he groaned.

"Too much syrup," he grumbled rubbing his own belly now with both hands. And then let out a loud belch. "Shouldn't had that human for desert. I wanted to put strawbewwies in his belly button and slurp them out with my tongue, and put whip cream in his groin and-," he shook his head side to side as he whined still with a stomach ache.

"We get it you horny mongoloid!" I laughed as I rubbed his gut.

"I just want to rape your face," Richard pouted looking over at me. He stuck his lower lip out, or best a dog could do. "And have you try calling me Richie while I do it. Is that so very wrong?" The labrador gave me a those large puppy dog eyes for the crude, very adult request.

"Yes." I said flatly with a frown. "Yes it is. So wrong on so many levels." I nearly spat before cracking a smile and shaking my head. It was only when Richard was being highly...affectionate did I have to worry about having my face raped; though in that situation it'd be rude to refuse. This playful jest wasn't anything to get my metaphorical, of course, virginity threatened.

A large hand-paw rubbing the side of my cheek, holding my face in that tender yet strong unyielding grip. I turned to face the dog just in time for those warm, velvety soft, yet firm lips to press against my own and took a shaking breath from his own lungs as his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. A simple kiss that was finished as quickly as it started. And I was left flushing after for several minutes. He rubbed just under my eye with his thumb and didn't let go of my face.

"Though you are as sweet as honey," he said in that soft, husky voice. What a cliché. And I found my face flushing even more. "I wouldn't need whip cream to lick you all up." Richard said so seriously and genuine that I found myself unable to look into those warm uncooked brownie eyes that had never strayed from my face for a second.

So of course I gave him a shove and moved away from him. Who says stuff like that? So easily, with a smile on their face. It's just...embarrassing. And leaves one rather uncomfortably away of how socially retarded they could be in such serious occasions.

A part of me really just hoped this was a simple fuck between friends and we could just be buddies after, leave it at that with no hurt feelings. No feelings but the carnal passion of animalistic love making, so primal and natural no words could be said but grunts and growls. And here I was now being courted with words that felt like the warm syrup still dripping down my chest and into my groin.

I scooted back, resting on one of the pillows and covered my eyes with an arm. A long exhausted sigh escaped my like a rattled death breath as I allowed my thoughts to calm down and for myself to ease away from the mixture of arousal and confused attraction for my would be coworker.

Richard moved over and petted at my chest a bit lightly with his fingers. I was aware he was watching me, having propped himself up with an arm. "Penis for your thoughts?" He asked and I was sure he was wagging his tail. I didn't need to look to see he had taken his shorts off or at least pulled them down enough to flash me with his junk that'd make any man feel inadequate in comparison.

I must've quirked a smile as I heard the thump of his tail on the bed. That was so lame and yet here I was smiling at it.

"I don't think it'd take a thought to get your penis." I offered back and there was another thump of his tail against the bed.

"Well, if you insist." He grumbled as if this was some kind of tedious task for him to accomplish. Richard scooted closer and I could feel that practically steaming hot, musky sack brush against my hand. Feel the thickness of his sheath in my palm and trace the length inside as I gave him an inspecting grope. "So your thought?" He asked as I man handled him.

So I answered with the first thought that came to my sex addled mind. "Your penis is kind of like a dagger?" I asked crudely feeling without looking.

Richard would've done a spit take if he had been drinking something. "Well," he started pulling back a bit but didn't move his groin away from the hand he basically placed into it. "I like to think of it more like a spear." He offered trying to make a reasonable compromise on the matter. A humble man for someone so endowed he'd only be able to use a Trojan Horse condom. If he ever used one at all.

"And knotted, huh?" I asked lowering my arm down to look at him, if only his face. My eyes not wanting to actually see the piece my fingers were gleefully filling up. Carving every curve, vain and knot into my memory.

"Yup." He offered back as those warm uncooked brownie eyes slowly slid down my body to the hand still stroking his ever thickening self.

"Seems...problematic." I replied still not looking and choosing to pick a spot on the ceiling to focus my sole attention on. The plump sheath was elastic, mushy even but was supple against my palm. I could feel the musk from it on my fingers, it's warmth clung to my hand as I pressed further against it.

"It can be." Richard said in a slightly higher than normal voice. "Sometimes the knot gets stuck in the sheath or swells during the middle of work." Richard went on lightly as if just shooting the breeze, I commend him for that. Even if at the same time, as he spoke, he brought his hand down the clasp the top of my own and press it even more against him. Down to feel up and fondle those, practically, tennis ball sized orbs.

Like the sheath his sack was coated in a very soft, naturally warm and musky coat of lighter than chocolate brown fur. It eased up, if only slightly, on his inner most thigh revealing the grayish white skin under. The fur of his groin was slightly curly, I could tell see as how I finally swallowed my fear and looked down unable to resist any further. The tip of his length was exposed, gasping out of the top of his fully swelled sheath I doubted I could fit fully into the palm of my hand.

"That must be a terrible bother." I spoke softly in nigh of a whisper. I averted my eyes as Richard guided my hand to every nook and cranny, inch and fur of his groin. My fingers ran through his curly fuzz and felt the hot skin underneath.

"It can be." He agreed lightly looking back up now to stare at my face. "It's not too much is it?" He asked talking about another matter.

"It is a lot." I chuckled, flushing a bit remembering him topping me a night ago. "A lot to take." I added on and he couldn't help but smile at that.

"It isn't too much, though." Richard teased a bit now but still asked placing his other hand up and onto my bare shoulder; the none bitten one that is.

"I still walk like a cowboy." I joked with a roll of my eyes and he just chuckled, lightly, along with me.

"You never knew, though?" Richard finally asked after some time went by. "Of dogs, I mean." He clarified even if I knew already what he had been talking about.

"I'm glad to say I have never been bored enough to look it up online." I just replied with a shrug.

"No kidding?" He responded with that warmth to his voice as if I had told him I had never gone skiing or something rather than this. Richard scooted closer now, I could feel his groin pressing up against my thigh now. "I've had people try and sleep with me just 'cause I'm a dog." He chuckled and shook his head. "Some peoples children." He said in an almost pitiful voice for such people.

"Yes, it'd be dreadful to date you just because of the fact your the envy of most men and the reason for behind all of Freud's claims about the mentality of men. And some woman."

"Cock envy?" Richard just said bluntly. And he opened his legs to look down at himself, which I was still stroking. "It's always been attached to me. I never noticed it was something to gawk at. I'd be a dick too." He said only after looking up at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"They aren't gawking." I explained. "They are offering," I finished opening my mouth a bit.

"Well if your offering." Richard replied quickly and held the back of my head and joked shoving it down to the groin he thrusted up. He didn't give much of a push and still I found myself nearly with my nose in it.

"Ass," I said giving him another shove as he let go and I sat back up a bit. I would complain if he had done it, I wouldn't have stopped him though.

"No, no." He wagged a finger at me. "I'm a dick. Not an ass. Your the ass, for my dick." He said unable to get through the whole sentence without breaking into a wagging smile. He opened his hands up towards me giving me a crude version of jazz hands. "Ah, ah?" He asked waiting for me to laugh at the assumed joke he had made.

"So you want me only for my ass then?" I said pulling away, looking away and covering myself. It took Richard a half minute, of consoling mind you, to realize I was just pulling his tail. Once it dawned on him he moved from consoling to sexually harassing me as he dry humped my side.

"Asshole," Richard growl gnawing on my ear. "Getting me all worked up then worried 'bout you." I gave him a push, a shove and the dog still just rolled over on me until I found him on his back, in my lap, looking up at me.

Arms wrapped around my neck and I found myself pulled down against him.

"Teasing me like that!" He growled. "Get me all riled up, feel me up!" He said as if to object but was grinning too widely for that to be so. "And then leave me with blue balls!"

"When? When did I leave you with blue balls?" I managed to gasp as I squirmed my way free of the dog's sweaty strangle hold.

"For starters." He began pulling back enough to glare into my eyes. "Yesterday. Innocently driving to grab beer and you go and give me a blow job," he spoke louder cutting me off before I could begin. "AND not finishing." He continued to glare. "I dare you to refuse me now." He spoke dominantly, almost with a growl. Then his ears folded back and his eyes soften, widing twice their normal size. "Please don't deny me what I am rightfully due." He begged lightly.

"When did I ever refuse?" I asked quirking an eyebrow at him. "Or say no." I added. About to give a laugh at his dismay and turmoil; instead got a rather happy, frisky dog falling ontop of me once more.