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Dating a Human

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The elevator doors made the standard ding sound, then began to open. Stepping into the familiar box with cloth walls and a worn tile checker pattern on the floor. I tapped the small round button for floor 6, the little plastic piece lighting up to display it had been selected. With another ding the doors began to close. A sigh escaping my muzzle that I get to ride up alone.

The elevator was part of the end of my work day. Working at a bank, I cherished the time of day when the elevator would take me up the building to my home apartment. The air was familiar in this box, but the size was a little too small for me to truly call it comforting. Every year or so it would break down for a day or two and I’d be forced to use the stairs. There is always a small fear in the back of my head I might end up getting stuck inside for god knows how long one day.

But, at that familiar moment when my mind starts wandering to more pleasant things. A ding and slowing of the moving box signaled my arrival on my home floor. A right turn and a few strides down the hall. Passing old dated sconces and neighbors doors I arrived at my destination, a plain dark cherry door with a gold knocker and the number 623 marked my front door, my home.

Opening the door and stepping inside, the familiar scent of my home wafted against my muzzle. I took my jacket off and hung it in the coat closet by the door, then removed my shoes and put them away to keep the floor cleaner. A sound caught my attention, running water, the shower in the bedroom was going. Guess I had a few minutes to relax. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, drinking it and then noticed a pile of papers on the counter of the attached bar.

It was familiar, lists of dates written on plain lined paper, each documented with an experience. Things we would keep track of to remind us of good times. It was a sign for sure, I had to prepare myself a little bit. Some of the best times in my life were associated with each date. A memory. But seeing them out, almost absently discarded meant something entirely different. It meant fear, distrust… anxiety.

I must have been reading the descriptions for longer than I thought. My ears perked and I heard footsteps approaching. My eyes lifted and peered down my dark brown muzzle. The scent hit my nose first, the shampoo. His favorite because it had a fruity smell, not feminine, but something only that could be defined by him. I’ve come to associate this smell as well. Mine.

My eyes gazed at him. Completely naked, a slight dampness left over from the shower. Hair the exact same color as my fur. I stood there staring at him, my eyes taking all of him in. Slender and lean, but muscular, 5’11” tall. My eyes started at his feet. Moving up to see the dark hair on his legs. His butt obscured from my view, but I knew to be small but round, giving a jiggle if swatted. The groin, full dark pubic hair lay in a bush around his flaccid penis with a pair of hairy balls. He had once asked me how he should groom his body hair, this was my request, and a blade never touched that area again after that. His stomach was lean muscle, a 4 pack present without trying, the hair manicured down and all pointed towards that beautiful crotch. Going up further, his chest was naturally smooth as a human child’s butt. This made his pink nipples stand out even more, average sized. Not too big and not too small. His fingers were long and slender, with arms that were thin but perfect. Peeking out from under his armpits was another set of dark undisturbed hair, a thick bush that was kept hidden and only peeked out occasionally while his arms hung by his sides. Last of all. The clean shaven face, square but rounded at the same time, with high cheekbones. Eyes the color of emeralds, and the medium short brown hair on his head, the same color as my fur. The human that stood before me was my human. My lover. My boyfriend.

He stood. Shifting from one foot to the other, eyes gazing at the ground. I knew I needed to start gently.

“Hi babe. I’m home, is everything ok?” my tail was wagging behind me, showing my excitement to see him.

A few long moments passed with no reply, the tail wags slowed and some concern crept into my voice.

“Cody. Are you ok?”

His name rolled out of my maw with a gentle call. Definitely not a time to poke at his pet peeve of mispronouncing his name. Cody, pronounced as Co-Di, and definitely not as Co-Ti. Pronounce it wrong and you could feel the hair raise on the back of his neck from across the room.

Not moving, I hear his quiet response.

“Are you going to leave me for Rob?” eyes still glued to the floor.

“Of course not babe, I haven’t seen Rob in over three years. You know, the three years that we’ve been together?” Hoping that I could help empower the rational side of his brain to overtake the anxiety that had taken hold.

“Do you want to leave me?” He asks.

I cover the distance between us and brush the back of my paw against the naked skin of his arm.

“Of course not baby, you make me happy. Why would I ever ask for anything more?” a smile plays across my maw.

“Well don’t you think I’m cheating on you? You’re at work all day, while I’m here. Doesn’t it make you nervous?” his eyes raising up to meet mine. Those beautiful eyes.

I can’t help it, but I chuckle a little.

“Cody, I know you’re not cheating on me.” pointing to my nose. “I would smell another's scent on you.” leaning forward I take a few long sniffs of his neck.

“You just got out of the shower and I smell your shampoo, I smell that you ate something with garlic, I smell you, I even know my scent still lingers on your body. I definitely don’t smell anyone else on you.”

Wrapping my arms around his back and pulling his damp naked body into my own, my button up shirt absorbing the moisture. Holding him tight against my chest I could feel he was trembling, which seemed to quiet the longer I held him.

“Did you take your medicine today?” I asked gently, my paw moving up and down his spine, still holding him close.

“No….. I ran out a couple days ago….. I didn’t realize I was low and requested the refill prescription too late, and the pharmacy was closed because of the holiday….”

When we first started dating, he didn’t have anxiety. It started first appearing about a year into our relationship. He had gotten laid off and was unemployed for a year, and we moved in together during that time. At first it was small spells, not able to be around groups of people, then grew to even friends or grocery shopping some days. Other times getting stuck on something he thought he did wrong as a child a lifetime ago. He started taking some medication for it, and it helped a lot. Only having an attack every month or two instead of every other day.

To be honest, since the first time we gave ourselves to each other, I belonged to him. Not just regular sex or anything, but when I knotted him the first time after we were tested for STDs and didn’t need to use condoms anymore our hearts became in sync. We didn’t know what it was, but my body and soul were bound to his heart. So no matter how deep he fell, I would never leave his side, because I didn’t want to. It hurt us both when he needed to be alone, but I gave him his space. When he said he didn’t love me, I felt myself being ripped apart from the inside, but I knew he didn’t mean it. He was fighting his battle, and I was a pillar of support, the beacon of light, the thing that could keep him safe from that part he couldn’t control.

“I know a human nose isn’t as strong as a canine, but you know my scent well. Would it make you feel better if you tried smelling to see if I cheated on you?” I asked, giving him options to reaffirm his strength of my love.

He shakes his head and raises his arms around me. Squeezing me tight, as if he let go he’d fall into a void. His face buried against my neck.

“No, I trust you. I know you wouldn’t cheat.” He said as I felt his slow deep breathing against my neck. Maybe he was checking my scent, but I wasn’t going to stop him. Not if it made him feel safe.

After a few silent minutes of holding his naked body against mine, just enjoying the comfort of one another.

“Erick… will you tie me again? I feel safe with you on top of me.”

A request he’s asked for in the past and it does seem to help him a lot. But the request has to come from him, it’s never something I’d propose. Even with our openness to sex.

“Whatever you need my love.” Giving him a squeeze. “Do you want me to shower first? I’m all stinky from work.” I asked

He shakes his head and buries his face further into my neck and shoulder.

“No, I want your scent on me. I want to know that I’m yours again… I want everyone to know.”

Pulling him away lightly our lips meet in the first kiss of the night. Long, gentle, safe and very familiar. That’s how the kiss feels, neither of us in a rush to break it. But as we both parted ways for a breath of air, I shifted my kisses to his cheek. And along his jaw bone, then down his neck along the artery, an exhale escapes him as I kiss his collar bone.

Then lowering myself onto a knee as I dragged my tongue over his left nipple, pinching it lightly with my teeth only to make it hard while my paw pinched the other to even them out. He placated me, his nipples were not sensitive like mine were. I could cum from someone playing with mine long enough, but he said he hardly felt anything, shame, but I still enjoyed them all the same.

I slid down onto my knees, my wet nose sliding down his stomach. It must have been cold, or maybe it was the wetness or it that made him squirm. But he didn’t pull away. Down I went until it brushed against the soft fur that marked one of my favorite destinations. Inhaling the clean scent of him, my tongue darted out and lapped at his now-not-so flaccid penis.

My lips parted and I began to suckle his length, the length and girth expanding in my maw. I had to stop myself, I would have been happy to stay there till his seed covered my tongue with his salty tangy juices. But that was not what he had asked for, that was not what I had agreed to.

One could say our relationship was kinky. I mean, a human and a caninefur is basically beastiality, but that’s besides that point. But we’ve always been open about sex with each other, hell it’s half the reason we hooked up in the beginning. Exploring many different possibilities that seemed to rev our engines. It was really embarrassing in the beginning, admitting to your partner that you wanted them to dress in skimpy lingerie because the thought turned you on. Or asking for them to shower you in their piss, or peeing in your hole after sex to see what that felt like. We even tried things like bondage, leather, hot wax, sex in public places, and of course lots of different toys to name a few. Trust was built over time, and now nothing we did with each other seemed difficult to ask or do. I knew his body and limitations as well as he knew mine.

I pulled off his cock, a pop sound hit my ears as the suction was released. His now hard cock sprung up, pointing towards the ceiling. I looked up and our eyes met, he smiled and messed up my head fur with his hand.

“Good boy” he called me. My tail wagging uncontrollably, I liked being called a good boy, it was one of my weaknesses. It was one of his ways of telling me I was doing the right things to him. My pants were feeling uncomfortably cramped as my sheath expanded, but I was preoccupied to make any adjustments.

Grabbing his hips I turned him around so that his bubble butt was in my face. I smirked, and sticking my snout between his legs, bumped the back of his ball sack with my cold wet nose. He yipped from the sudden sensation and I’m sure gave me a cold glance, he never suspected it.

Grinning, I gave his balls a sloppy wet lick from front to back before planting my nose between his cheeks. I didn’t even need to see where I was going, my nose found its mark. The rose bud of my desires. Pressing in and inhaling deeply I could still smell his musk, not even a shower could hide it from my nose.

My tail starts wagging again, or maybe it hadn’t stopped, my maw started to drool. Anticipation clung in the air for both of us as the seconds ticked by. I was savoring the moment, but patience lost out and my tongue darted out and brushed over his hole leaving a wet trail. My ears flicked at his gasp and shudder. Again my tongue brushed out, but this time with more pressure. His clenched ring twitched before finally submitting to my persistence, this time the gasp was twice as loud and his hips pushed back on my face. He wanted it deeper.

His exhales were deep, filled with his moans of need and desire. He was clean inside, given the amount we have sex we had an enema installed attached to the shower head and neat little lever directed the water where you wanted it. It’s super easy and cleaning up is a breeze. Even in his earlier mental state he still kept to his routine. Of course I didn’t mind him either way, he was beautiful and given how gay sex works. Sometimes it’s ‘messy’ and you can’t do anything about it, so best to just enjoy it.

My tongue is long, and part of the benefits is getting to tongue fuck your love. In his case, shivers of pleasure coursed through his body as I lapped inside his entrance. Pushing in further and further I was brought back to reality when he stumbled forward. My tongue slipped out of him as it hung out of my maw, worn out and limp.

“You almost knocked me over pushing so hard.” he gave me a look that I knew meant he was teasing. Clearly he was feeling better.

“How else am I going to get it all the way inside you?” I retorted.

He scratched my head, messing up my head fur. Then grabbing the base of my tie, pulling me to my feet. Kissing me, I wonder if he could taste himself on my lips?

“Your tongue feels great, but I need that bone of yours.”

He was right, he had asked. But I was going through the steps to get him ready for such a big objective.

We have sex a lot, but he’s not loose or flappy back there by any means. The last thing I wanted to do was have my knot hurt him, I mean it was the size of a large orange when I was fully hard and it was going to be inside him for an hour. Occasionally I popped a Viagra before we fucked, and we stay tied all night. Our bodies pressed to each other in a cuddle of our sticky love making as I continuously filled him with my juices.

I turned him and prodded him over to the bar seats in the kitchen. Undoing my tie, and unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off on the floor. The cool air of the room hitting my bare chest.

I pushed on his back so he bent forward, laying himself over the counter as he moved the bar stools out of the way. I grabbed the coconut oil we kept on the counter for lube. It melts in the palm of your paw, lasts longer than water based lube, tastes great and isn’t embarrassing to buy from the store.

Scooping down with my paw before sliding my digits up his ass crack, slickening it with copious oil. I felt myself lean forward, my maw resting by his ear and the first digit effortlessly slipped inside. His breathing quickened slightly, but he was silent. His grunts started with the second digit, and eventually the third forced itself into him after he had time to adjust. His fleshy ring twitched and strained against my immobile digits.

Slowly the quivers subsided and I knew he was ready. Gently fucking him with my three digits for good measure, then with an obscene slurping sound my digits slipped out of his prepared hole. He gave me a sheepish smile before turning around.

“How do you expect to screw me with your pants still on?” he asked.

I raised my lube covered paw. “I don’t want to ruin another pair of pants to lube spots, mind taking them off for me?”

Almost faster than I could have done it myself he unbuckled my belt and with excellent precision undid the button. Then almost painfully slowly unzipped the zipper. I could hear each set of the teeth parting. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Before my engorged sheath was set free. I go commando, underwear is too confining. My balls needed to be free or they started to chafe! He leaned in and licked a bead of precum off the tip that was leaking out of my sheath. I grunted and worked faster to free myself from my constrictive clothes, kicking the pants off my hind paws, thankfully we didn’t wear clothing around the house. One of the main reasons he was naked when I got home.

My pants fell to the floor. The only thing remaining on me was my socks, but I didn’t care at this point. I grabbed another mass of lube on my paw and pulled my sheath down, lubricating my shaft as it pulsed in my paw.

I growled in approval and gave him a smirk. “Ready?” I asked.

He nodded and turned around, shaking his round butt in my direction. I smacked his butt with the coconut covered paw causing him to yip. I pushed him towards the living room and he instinctively got down on his hands and knees. The rug was velvet soft, and we even put down extra layers of padding underneath for our more ‘rigorous’ sessions.

Spreading his legs apart, I took my place kneeling behind him. My erect cock tapped on his ass cheeks as I maneuvered into position. One paw reached around and hooked his hip to control his movements while the other guided the length towards its mark. With a little wiggle between his bubbly cheeks it rested on his hole.

He exhaled instinctively as I pushed forward, his prepared hole giving way to the intruder without much resistance. I waited a moment with my tip only an inch inside until his breathing evened out which was my queue to push further.

I had to fight my instincts from just slamming my full length deep inside him as the tightness and warmth of his passage felt incredible. I didn't want to hurt him, so slowly I pushed in and pulled out. Only going deeper as his body accepted me.

One inch first

Then two inches

Three, four, five and six inches were a blur as I sunk deeper inside him. The top of my uninflated knot almost at his entrance. I gave him a moment to readjust himself, his head held relaxed as I listened to his panting. I rubbed up and down his back for a few moments in silent communication until he started pushing himself back further onto my shaft.

His inner ring was still tightly closed and I took the opportunity to thrust in and out with the current length that would fit. Our moans of pleasure grew and I felt him pushing back harder now, and without warning his inner ring relaxed and the rest of my length slid effortlessly inside him. The inner ring spasming around the circumference of my shaft as it was stretched open.

I stopped for a moment to let us both adjust to the new sensation, my knot was inside but wasnt hard yet so i was free to fuck him with my full length for now. Doggy-style was one of our favorite positions and he squeezed his legs together, rubbing them on mine to let me know he wanted it.

I began the rhythmic thrust in and out of his hole, an exhale being forced from my lover each time I slid back inside. The sloppy wet sounds of sex filling the room, only broken up by the smacking sound as my hips met against his ass. God I loved looking down and watching my bone appear and disappear into his pink crevice, but sensations were flooding my head and making it hard to do anything but experience the throes of pleasure.

Lust and sex filled my nose as our bodies electrified in our erotic copulation. Cody had lowered his chest to the rug while keeping his hips raised. His now free arm moved down to pleasure himself as I repeatedly filled him with canine flesh. Stopping his self pleasure only briefly to reach back and feel my cock as it was sliding in and out of his body, maybe just to remind himself it was real. Then reaching further back to caress my furry balls, which are so very full of puppy juice.

Too soon I felt the familiar twang inside me that signaled I was getting close and my knot started expanding. Forcing me to thrust in hard before it got too big, my paws locking our hips together. Cody half grunted half screamed from the shock, although reassured me it didn't hurt. Only continuing with short thrusts while my knot grew inside. Within a few breaths he grunted and shifted his legs to accommodate the growing mass inside him, squeezing against his prostate. We were already locked together, but my knot still had more to grow. Cody groaned as he was filled completely.

The growing pressure from his confined velvety passage squeezed relentlessly against my sensitive bulb pushing me over the edge. My orgasm rocked through my body, unable to hold back the tide of seed and pressure that had built up. My chest heaved and fell as I panted, my orgasm pumping puppy fluid into my lover in a rhythmic tantric release.

A heaviness overtaking my body and making me fold forward over my human’s backs. Licking his neck as my head swam with the familiar pleasurable rush that occurs during mating. I could feel his breathing getting more ragged and his body starting to shake as he masterbated himself to climax.

It didn't take long before an “Oh God!” escaped his lips as his own orgasm took over. His hole squeezed my shaft behind my knot rhythmically as his body forced his own human seed all over the floor. I grunted from the added pleasure as my own orgasm continued to pulse within him. The pungent and familiar smell of his liquid seed filling my canine olfactory glands.

We both exhaled a deep sigh from our releases. Our bodies relaxed as we slowly slid to the ground until he was laying in the pool of his own fluid and I was firmly on top of him. I hugged his body, pressing us together and gave him kisses and licks between panting.

We rested for a few minutes, not talking or moving. My own orgasmic pulsing had slowed the pumping of fluid into my lover, but it would continue until we untied.

Both just relaxing and breathing deep slow breaths enjoying our bliss and the natural pulsing of my penis and our racing yet slowing heart beats. There was no rush, we were locked together until my knot went down enough for it to escape his fleshy prison.

I read in some book in college that an anthrocanine will deposit about ½ to ¾ cups of fluid during a tied mating although I never confirmed it myself. Likely some of that would leak out normally, but we rarely experienced that since my length was deep enough into my humans colon my knot and his inner ring were enough of a barrier. We liked to think his body was absorbing my juice and joining our love further or as Cody would jokingly say im “hydrating” him.

Reaching my arms under his, I placed my paws over his hands. Our digits intertwined, giving the occasional reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you for the great sex.” I whispered into his ear. Followed by a lick.

“Thank you” he responded with a little giggle.

“Feeling any better?” I lightly questioned.

“Yeah, I feel so much better with you inside me and on top of me. My own personal weighted blanket”

He turned his head to the side and we kissed. At least as well as we could kiss, the sloppy side kiss. He then rested his head on the rug and mine resting on his shoulder. We dosed for a little bit, the less frequent yet still consistent pumping of sex from one body to the other keeping me from really nodding off to sleep.

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Maybe 15 mins had passed, it was hard to tell. Cody started to stir under me. His post sex euphoria had faded and he usually started getting sore from our joining since he was still stretched but we weren’t actively doing anything.

“Can I roll us onto our sides, my love?” I asked

He slowly nodded, no complaints about any of his current discomfort I knew he must be experiencing. Movement was always challenging while tied, to get the leverage you needed to move while still keeping a firm hip to ass pressure. If I ever forgot about it while moving I would always be scolded by a pained “oooff ahhhhhhh” from my lover. Slow movements and teamwork were always best.

Slowly I unwound our arms and legs, wrapping my arm around the side of his hip and hooking a leg under his. I rolled us into our sides. The refreshed smell of human seed filled my nose again and I panted. I was successful in our orientation since I didn't get any pained sounds during the move.

He was using my arm as a pillow, and I gave a wet lick to his face. My other arm reached around to his groin. My paw brushing against the now cool and slightly dried semen that matted his pubic fur. His penis was soft, but I knew he had at least one more orgasm in him while we were bound. I was determined to help it out of him.

I gave a squeeze of the soft member to which I got a grunt. Slowly jacking the soft length in my paw. I looked at my lover to make sure he was ok and our eyes met, he knew what my goal was.

His penis was stubbornly tired as I played with it trying to coax it back to life. I gently rocked my hips against his, hoping my knot rubbing against his prostate would stimulate him enough to do the trick. After a minute the fleshy appendage started to come to life.

I was incentivized to keep going now, each trip up and down the shaft making it fuller and harder. Taking a firmer grip I intensified my strokes, getting into a rhythm. Minutes flew by, my breathing became deeper and my arm was fatiguing from the effort.

I was determined to get the result I sought, but released my grip to take a short break. Instead I took my claw and caressed the sensitive glands under the head of his penis, causing him to squirm a little bit. Chuckling, I gave him another love lick and took a deep breath before wrapping my paw back around my lover's meat.

As I continued, Cody reached down and began to fondle his own balls while I jacked his shaft. Our joint efforts began to bear fruit, his breathing started to become short and labored. I quickened my strokes, my arm fatigued and felt the fire like sensation from overuse setting in.

His body began to shake and I held my breath, closing my eyes to help push through my own discomfort. Then a moment later Cody went limp his penis began to pulse, and my warm wet reward exploded onto my paw. Exhausted, my arm fell limp while I held the softening toy in my paw. My lover turned and kissed me before relaxing on the floor again to catch his breath.

Slowly releasing my grip and bringing my paw up to my maw I began to lap it clean of the second round of sex juice. Savoring my lover's flavor while I could, I'll clean the rest of his juice up once my knot releases us.

Reaching over to the coffee table I was able to just barely reach the TV remote. Turning on a show for us to watch while we cuddled and waited. One and a half shows in, during a mandatory commercial break I felt and heard my knot pop out. Cody and I grunted from the unexpected movement of the shrinking object that now released us.

We shifted our bodies and the remaining length of doggy cock slipped out as well. Already trying to retreat into my sheath. Cody turned around and pulled me into a kiss, guess he really was feeling a lot better.

“After that do you want pizza for dinner?” He asked

My tail wagging as pizza is always acceptable after sex.

He stood up “Would you mind ordering it? I have to pee so bad right now!” He said as he jogged to the bedroom.

I watched his ass disappear and walked over to fish my phone out of my pants which were strewn on the floor. Opening the app and ordering the usual for delivery. Hopefully I’d have time to shower before they arrived.

Sighing, I locked my phone and put it on the counter. Looking at the cum covered rug we soiled. I'd made a mental note to throw it in the wash.

More importantly my lover was in the next room without me, I had some unfinished business still with his body involving my tongue. I reached down and removed my socks which were still absently left on my hind paw before quietly padding to the next room to seek my mate.

The End