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“Come in, come in!" Adrian said as he swung the door open. His smile was warm and inviting, as always. German Shepherds have that way about them. Standing across Adrian was a young husky, his coat a healthy mix of creamy whites and pewter patches that gleamed in the soft afternoon sun. He carefully balanced a plaid cloth covered tin with both hands. The husky stepped through the doorway, shaking crispy bits of autumn leaves off his feet before entering the house.

The husky's eyes matched Adrian's in their amber warmth. His gaze flickered to the other two dogs in the room. Lance, a Great Dane, stood at least a head above his husband Adrian. Scott, a corgi, stood slightly behind his adoptive dads. Scott shifted from one foot to the other. His corgi stature made him have to look up at the husky. He nodded at the husky in greeting.

“Thank y'all for the warm welcome," the husky said. “I'm Hartley. My mama wanted me to bring you a little something to welcome you to the neighborhood." He extended the tin to Lance, who took it with a gracious nod and a smile. He lifted the cloth off a corner of the tin. His nose twitched at the rich aroma of a homemade casserole. The scent wafted out, masking the chemical smell of wet paint throughout the house. The Great Dane lapped at his jowls, mindful to avoid dripping any drool on the home cooked meal.

“How thoughtful of you, Hartley," Adrian said. “It looks wonderful!"

Adrian offered a handshake. “I'm Adrian Pepper, and this is my husband Lance. Also a Pepper."

“Adrian and Lance." said Hartley, shaking the German Shepherd's hand. He turned his attention to Scott. His gaze lingered on the corgi, and he extended his paw. “And you are?"

Scott met the husky's eyes. “Scott." The husky's grip was as firm as the rest of the dog looked. His muscled arms flexed in every movement, easily bulging out the sleeves of his t shirt. Scott breathed in deeply, catching Hartley's scent. Like the casserole, Hartley smelled homey. A little like cinnamon. “Also Pepper," Scott added.

“Nice to meet ya, Scott Pepper," said Hartley. The pair released each other's hands. Scott couldn't help but notice the husky held on for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

Lance gestured towards the kitchen, his eyes wrinkling at the edges. “We were just about to have lunch. You're more than welcome to join us, Hartley. If you have nowhere else to be of course."

“I don't want to intrude," Hartley protested.

“Really, it's no trouble at all," Adrian insisted. “You brought us lunch, the least we can do is host. As long as you can tolerate the wet paint and the mess."

Scott trailed behind his dads and Hartley towards the kitchen, where unopened boxes of kitchen wares littered the countertops. The kitchen was a main selling point of the house. Lance had been obsessed with the quartz countertops and cherry wood cabinets. The paint smell wasn't as bad here. Instead, vanilla filled the room. Scott could swear he just barely smelled a trace of the fresh apple cider the family kept in their fridge.

Lance and Adrian set to work, placing plates, utensils, glasses, and napkins on the table. Hartley and Scott stood side by side. Scott tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to smooth the fabric over his belly. He wasn't fat by any means. A little pudgy at worst. Still though, next to Hartley's built frame, he felt downright obese. Scott realized he was staring at the husky's belly through the corner of his eye. His dads finished setting the table.

“Sit, you two," Adrian ordered. The pair took their seats side by side, the table now set for a simple meal. Hartley knocked his knee into Scott. Although Scott wasn't sure how long his parents had owned the table, he was certain by the size that they'd gotten it back when it was just the two of them. There was barely room for three dogs, let alone four. Regardless, Lance joined the pair, taking the only seat that could support a Great Dane backside. Adrian served the casserole, making sure each dog had a heaping portion. He followed it up with a glass of cider for each.

Conversation flowed easily as they began to eat. The young husky engaged with Scott's parents like an old friend, sharing stories about his family, and the other families in the neighborhood. Hartley's family, the Whittakers, had lived in the house next door for about ten years now. Hartley explained that he lived with his mom, his stepdad and step siblings, his grandparents, and his uncle and cousin. It was a crowded house, he explained. He was excited to leave for college in a few days. He was also quick to explain that, although most of the families in the neighborhood didn't mind a gay couple living on their street, some people may take some time to acclimate.

“I don't have any problems with queer. Love's love 'n all," Hartley told them. “I think y'all are brave to be homos out in the open." He said, making Adrian choke on his cider.

Scott found himself drawn to Hartley's stories, his initial shyness melting away. The husky's slight southern drawl drew him closer until he found himself leaning over the table, paying little attention to whatever his dads said.

“Scott," Hartley said, changing the focus of attention to the corgi. “What's next for you? College? Work? Travel?"

Scott straightened in his chair, feeling Hartley's stare. He glanced at his parents, who also listened with great interest. Scott hadn't talked with them in depth about what his future plans looked like. It must have been confusing for them, since Scott was usually an open book.

“Well, I'm starting at Fairview College this Monday. Apparently it's a good school. It's nearby too, so I can come home on weekends. I'm not sure about my major yet. Maybe biology?" Scott shrugged.

“Fairview College, huh?" Hartley's ears perked up. “I go to Fairview too. So does Julian, he lives at the west end of the road. You should join us for one of our study hangs. We're both sophomores, so we know the lay of the land."

“Really? What are your majors?"

“I'm Chemistry. Julian is English, but I think he might switch to Religion."

“Good to know. I might just take you up on that. Thanks, Hartley." said Scott.

The conversation continued, branching easily from one topic to the next. Scott learned about Hartley's hobbies and why he chose chemistry. Hartley learned about Scott's hometown and about the circumstances that led to Adrian and Lance's adoption of Scott as a preteen. The more they talked, the more Scott felt in tune with the husky.

As the casserole disappeared and the meal drew to a close, the conversation slowed. Scott reluctantly held himself back from asking the husky more questions and keeping him eve longer. Hartley helped clear the table, taking his and Scott's dishes to the sink. He offered to wash the, but ultimately conceded the rest of the cleaning to the Peppers.

“Thank you for the good company. It was nice meeting y'all. I'll let my mama know you enjoyed her cooking. I'm sure we'd all love it if you joined us for another meal sometime." said Hartley.

“Our pleasure." Lance replied.

“Glad you came over. Us old timers need to get to bed. You have a good night, Hartley." said Adrian. The old dog gave Scott an indecipherable look before he and Lance walked away to turn in for the night.

“See you around, Scott?" Hartley asked as he walked out the door.

“Definitely." Scott said, a little too quickly. Scott watched the husky make his way up the road to the next house over. There were only two houses on each end of their dead end street, making a neighborhood of four houses in total. Each one glowed in the waning evening light, but the Whittaker's house was by far the brightest.

***

Later that day, the Pepper house sat quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioner and occasional unfamiliar creak of metal pipes in the walls. Scott lay in his bed, phone in hand, the dim light from the screen casting a faint glow on his face. His thoughts jumped from one anxiety to another. He had toured the college already, and downloaded the map on his phone, but what if he got lost on the first day? He'd always been a good student, but what if he wasn't smart enough to pass his new classes? Beyond that, he found himself missing his old friends. What if he couldn't make any new ones? Sure, Hartley was polite and invited him to hang out, but that didn't mean he actually wanted to be friends/ The corgi pulled his thoughts off college and onto the screen in front of him.

Instagram grew stale quickly. Twitter was a little better, but not by much. Scott hopped around several other apps. Finally, he landed on Grindr. He'd hardly used the app, finding himself too nervous to advance any conversation beyond simple pleasantries. The grid showed nothing surprising. Three columns of headless torsos, poorly lit selfies, and nature photography filled the screen.

Scott felt himself just about to give up and fall asleep when a yellow banner dropped from the top of the screen.

Hskyboy just tapped you!

Scott stopped. He sat up in bed. He opened hskyboy's profile. It was mostly blank, with only the necessities filled in.

Age- 21; Species- Dog, Husky

Further down;

Position- Bottom

Scott's heart skipped a beat. He closed the profile and refreshed the grid, seeing a new square pop up. It was now the closest one at only ~100 feet away. Could it really be? Scott hadn't pegged Hartley as gay. And definitely not as a bottom. He had seemed like a good ol' boy who probably got plenty of girls.

A new message popped up: “Hey Scott. Nice to meet you today. Setting in okay?" from hskyboy.

Scott swallowed hard. His thumbs hesitated over the glass screen. He shut the app and turned his phone off, staring at his mirrored face. The new house's gentle noises sounded almost like a cacophony now, made only less by the blood rushing in his ears. The corgi looked around at the unopened boxes and stark walls in his room. He was grateful he had taken the time to assemble his bed frame and make the bed. He had pushed the bed to the corner of the room so he had plenty of space in the middle. After staring at the emptiness for a couple minutes, he opened his phone again. Surely the husky just wanted friendly conversation, nothing more.

“Hi Hartley! I'm good. I still have a lot to unpack, but I'll save it for tomorrow. What's got you up this late?" Scott replied. He didn't have to wait long for a response.

“I'm always up this late. Or maybe I've got corgi on my mind" Hartley replied, adding a winky emoji to the end of the message.

Scott blushed, unsure how to respond. He pinched himself on his leg, rereading the message before responding.

“Haha yeah? Tell me more."

“Yeah." the husky responded, adding a smiley face. He followed up with “I'd love to talk in person again. Free tomorrow?'

“What about tonight?" Scott typed with one hand. He hid his face behind an arm, unable to watch himself send the message.

Hartley took some time to respond. While he waited, Scott fidgeted with the edge of his blanket. He groaned in anxiety. Maybe he had been too eager. Finally, “I can be there in ten."

Scott texted back quickly “See you soon :). Don't knock, I don't want my dads to wake up. Text me when you get here." Scott set his phone down and sprang into action, shoving boxes into corners for space, straightening his bed, spraying febreze, and ending up with a room that looks half presentable. He threw on a shirt and pajama bottoms. He'd snuck friends into his room before, but never a boy.

He checked the time. It had been eight minutes. He waited by the front door, where he peeked through the curtains. Then he peeked again, and several more times after that, each time expecting to see the husky standing on the doorstep. Most of the neighborhood's lights had turned off by now, making it all but impossible to see if anyone was on the street.

The soft creek of the porch alerted Scott to Hartley's presence before he had a chance to text. The corgi opened the door to find the husky standing there with a surprised look on his face. The warm light from the house cast a soft yellow light on the husky's features. He wore the same outfit he had on earlier; a plain black t-shirt, and blue jeans.

“I was gonna text." Hartley said, holding his phone up to show a half-written message to Scott.

“You're all good, I heard the porch creek while I was walking by. I figured it was you." said the corgi, ushering the husky to his room. The house was mostly quiet, and their footsteps were muffled by the carpeted floor.

“Sorry about the mess. Like I said, I'm still unpacking."

“Nah, it's actually kind of cozy in here." said Hartley, looking around the room. He sat on the edge of Scott's bed, finding it just short enough to touch his feet to the floor.

“Do you want anything to drink?" asked Scott, still standing by the door.

“I'm all good," said Hartley. “It's okay pup, you can sit down too. I won't bite. No need to be anxious."

Scott nodded and sat next to the husky. He pushed himself back against the wall, suddenly feeling how dry his mouth was.

“So, biology. What classes are you taking? Bio 101 I assume?" Hartley asked, leaning against the wall too.

“Close," said Scott. He shifted sideways so he could look right at Hartley. “Biology 201. It's basically 101, just more advanced."

“I'm taking that one too. I think Julian might be as well," Hartley said with a grin. Scott felt his chest flutter. So they shared one class, at least.

“I'm also in the Freshmen Seminar, Pre-Calc, and English Lit." said Scott.

“Heavy schedule."

“Nothing I can't handle. You said you and Julian study together a lot?"

“Yeah, you're welcome to join. Might as well, since we'll all be in the same class anyways."

“For sure, for sure," said the corgi, losing himself in his thoughts. “So uh, is Julian just your friend?" Scott asked.

Hartley chuckled. “He's a good friend. But just a friend."

“Cool, cool." Scott looked down at his feet, each covered with a simple wool sock. Although he didn't look at the husky's face, he could feel the husky's gaze fixated on him. The husky's breathing was silent, made only apparent by the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“You got anyone?" asked Hartley.

“Uh, not really. I mean, I had a crush on this guy in my Health class, but I never told him. We never did anything." Scott shrugged.

“Have you had anyone before that?" asked the husky, leaning in.

“No, not really. Unless you count the times I've walked in on my dads fucking."

The husky laughed. “Must've been a nice view. So you've really never done anything? I'm surprised. Handsome pup like you must have all the boys chasing after him." Hartley scooted closer.

“Thanks Hartley…" Scott said sheepishly. “So, what did you want to do while you're over? I could set up the tv, or a game, or…" he trailed off.

“Or," Hartley placed a hand on Scott's leg. “We could get to know each other a little better." his teeth showed in a mischievous grin.

Scott's ears and cheeks flushed with blood. Without another word, Hartley helped Scott lift the shirt off his body. The corgi forced himself to ignore his nerves. The husky didn't miss a beat, placing a hand on Scott's belly. He scratched the silky corgi fur with the tips of his fingers, seemingly appreciating the softness. The husky traced his fingers lower to the patch of fur above Scott's gray sweatpants. Scott's muzzle went slack in partial disbelief. Those fingers were electric, leaving goosebumps in their trail. Paw pads brushed over the corgi's belly button, up to his undefined pecs, where Hartley teased the corgi's rounded nipples. Scott breathed slow and steady, closing his eyes while Hartley explored. The gentle touch left. Scott opened his eyes to see Hartley lift his shirt and toss it aside.

“Lose 'em. I wanna see." Hartley pointed to Scott's pants with a sly husky grin, and the corgi had them off in seconds. Going commando had paid off, as his crotch was immediately apparent. He had a nice package, the corgi knew that much. An average sized pair of balls nestled under a shaft that expanded to six inches at full arousal. Maybe six and a quarter on a good day. His shaft swelled to life in response to Hartley's touch.

Hartley revealed himself as well, showing off a girthy husky cock between his legs. He'd gone commando as well. The canine bypassed the rest of his teasing, and reached for Scott's dick. He held it by the sheath, sliding it up and down a couple times over the knot. For the first time, Scott could hear Hartley's shallow breathing over his own. Hartley grasped the first few inches of the corgi's penis that poked out. He closed his eyes and stretched out, allowing the husky easier access. His entire body shivered. The husky sped up. He made a ring with his fingers and used it to spread the corgi's precum along the shaft in a stroking motion. He was sure to cover the most sensitive areas of the tip in its own wetness.

Hartley removed his hand from Scott's maleness and sucked the coat of pre off each finger, maintaining eye contact. Scott lay back fully, panting hard. His face was fully flushed. The corgi struggled to gather his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence beyond “Goddamn…" The husky had the same lust fueled glaze over his eyes. He waited for Scott to catch his breath.

The husky moved forward, crawling over the smaller corgi and forcing him to move back on the bed. Hartley lowered his face. Hot husky breath blew over the corgi's face. Casserole. No big surprise there. Scott pulled Hartley's face closer to his, hoping that was a big enough hint. Hartley kissed Scott. The husky moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled by their lips. Scott returned the kiss eagerly, closing his eyes and letting his body go limp aside from his arms, which worked to grip Hartley's body and pull him closer. His core was lit on fire, and he wondered if Hartley felt the same heat. Hartley growled in desire as he grinded his built body into the corgi's softer one. Their bodies matched up imperfectly due to their size difference, but it was perfect. Straining husky cock rubbed against Scott's leg. It was even harder than his. The husky's abs caressed his length as the husky kissed more forcefully, more needily. He invaded Scott's muzzle with his tongue, finding no resistance. Scott whined and prayed that his parents slept through the pair's pleasure. Those blessed tender hands slide downwards once more to rub Scott's belly, then his knotted shaft. Scott moaned again, drinking in the affection that the neighbor boy gave him.

Before the corgi had a chance to react, the husky lifted his head. A faint popping sound escaped their lips as they broke apart. He moved low and took the corgi's manhood into his mouth. Scott's now completely erect maleness filled Hartley's gray maw, and it pressed to the roof of the husky's mouth, held up by his warm tongue. The tongue glided its way around Scott's shaft, working more precum out of the tip. Hartley panted hot breath around his cock, just as needy.

The bigger male continued, exploring the corgi's shaft like he had explored the corgi's stomach and mouth. Scott pressed his hands to his sides. He thought of placing them on the husky's head, but didn't want to scare him off. Twenty-four hours ago- hell, even one hour ago, Scott would never have imagined he'd see a sight like this. Hartley's head bobbed up and down on his cock like he needed it to live. A groan of pleasure escaped Hartley's throat, vibrating the cock in his mouth. Hartley's enjoyment of his meal made Scott groan. His shaft was being stimulated in ways he'd never experienced before, and he tried to ignore the fact that this likely wasn't Hartley's first blowjob. Wet tongue slide over his now exposed knot past the underlying sheath. On the next pass, Hartley slipped his tongue underneath, tasting every inch of the corgi.

All in all, the husky's oral worship lasted only a minute, maybe two. Scott placed a hand on the other dog's shoulder, wordlessly trying to warn him that he would have to swallow a liter's worth of corgi seed if he continued. Hartley got the hint and accepted the challenge.

The husky placed a hand behind Scott's painfully swollen knot, and started pumping in time with his mouth. He dove down again, docking his tongue further into Scott's wet sheath, and kissed the knott before allowing it past his teeth. Scott's pleasure crested into a climax. He breathed hard through his mouth. Hot corgi cream began spurting from his shaft into Hartley's wanting muzzle. Not a drop escaped. Hartley and Scott locked eyes, and Scott watched the husky dutifully swallow jet after jet of cum, keeping every inch inside his mouth. Scott's body twitched all over.

The corgi's cock pulsed slower and slower,and he squinted his eyes shut as it became more sensitive to the husky's textured muzzle. Scott himself felt shocked at the intensity of his orgasm, knowing the dog at his crotch must have swallowed a respectable amount.

“You're really good at that." said Scott, knowing the sensation was beyond good.

“Thank you cutie," said Hartley, releasing Scott. “You taste good. Must be the casserole." He joked.

“Must be." Scott stretched his body until he saw stars. He felt free of tension he didn't know he had. Scott looked at Hartley, to see him squinting past him. He followed the husky's eyes to his empty nightstand. Scott lifted himself to a sitting position.

“Got any lube in there?" Hartley asked, pointing at the nightstand.

“Oh, I-" Scott stammered. “I-I do, but I've never-"

“You never had a blowjob either though, right?"

The corgi bit his lip. He remembered the husky's profile.

Position- Bottom

If the husky's mouth was good, his ass must be out of this world. Scott opened a box near his nightstand simply labeled “STUFF". He dug through lotions and trinkets to find a small bottle of lube. Hartley waited until Scott looked at him, and then he raised himself up to all fours on the edge of the bed, pointing his ass outwards at the corgi. It was a wonder Scott hadn't paid more attention to Hartley's ass. It was muscular and firm, just like the rest of him. Plenty to grab on to. Under his tail sat a puckered pink hole, bringing a pop of color to the rest of the husky's muted tone. Scott couldn't unglue his eyes from the sight, barely able to look away even while he spurted a small dollop of lube into his palm and spread it over his still sensitive aching shaft.

Scott stepped behind Hartley. He imagined he could feel the husky's body heat, even from here. He grimaced, realizing that despite the husky perching over on his elbows and knees, the husky's ass was still half a foot too high for Scott to reach. Scott cursed the very fact that he was a corgi.

“Uh, Hartley," Scott said quietly. The husky looked back. He chuckled and spread his legs further apart until his ass was level with Scott's groin.

“Better cute thing?"

“Yeah." Scott breathed out in relief. The husky was massive compared to him. He couldn't believe the view in front of him. Scott pointed his throbbing penis at the beautiful husky tailhole. His shaft was only inches away. He poured a thick dribble of lube over Hartley's entrance, watching him shiver at the cold. The corgi moved forward, watching intently. He pressed his slick tip just slightly too low, right into the husky's perineum. Both males winced.

“Sorry- I" Scott began.

“All good, pup." Hartley said. He wagged his tail, brushing it against Scott's chest. The husky deftly reached back and lined Scott's cock up properly with his hole. He pushed his ass back. Leftover saliva and the generous helping of lube made penetration easy. Scott and Hartley gasped in unison, feeling each other's bodies as close as they could get. Scott's modest length embedded itself in Hartley's passage, but tighter by Hartley tensing at the moment of intrusion.

It was difficult to see Hartley's face, but the bigger canine's rapid panting and arched back told him exactly what he needed to know.

“Woof, puppy…" Hartley grunted through shallow gasps, as the stiff maleness was engulfed within him. Scott peeked down past his penis, where he could see Hartley's hanging balls atop his knotted shaft, itself pressed backwards against the bed. It dribbled a thin line of precum on Scott's blanket wherever it moved. The corgi started sliding back and forth, letting just the tip stroke Hartley's tight hole. It was almost too much to take, knowing that he was the reason Hartley was a whimpering needy mess.

“More." Hartley begged quietly.

Scott followed with another, and then yet another thrust, and soon Scott fucked Hartley with a measured pace that usually only came with years of experience. Every inch of Hartley's insides was heated and pressed in against his shaft. Wet slaps arose from their union as Scott's plum sized knot bumped past the husky's wet cheeks against his pucker. Scott worked the husky's ass like he meant it, wanting to make the most of the experience. He was giving Hartley his virginity, and he needed Hartley to know how good it felt. The bigger canine's ass adjusted to Scott's pace, letting the corgi advance and retreat quicker without losing its tightness. Scott's nerves disappeared, replaced by a carnal, passionate desire to mate with his new friend. Each thrust forced breath from Hartley's lungs. Scott's balls, which typically hung tight to his body, dropped low to slap against Hartley's rear, no doubt showing Hartley who the top dog was. Each collision of their bodies made Scott want to seed the husky more and more.

The corgi slid his rock hard length out until just the tip remained inside Hartley. Almost painfully, he edged the tapered tip in and out of that silky hole, watching it open around him. Strands of lube and precum connected them in a lewd exchange of fluids. Hartley looked back expectantly, reminding Scott of an abandoned puppy. Thos big amber eyes said more than words ever could. Hartley squirmed back as close as he could get to Scott without falling off the bed. He needed Scott inside him.

Scott obliged, thrusting himself in all the way to the knot, which bumped against Hartley's ring. The husky cried out a powerful moan. Sexy as hell, but there was no way Scott's parents slept through it, the corgi thought. Thankfully, they weren't the type the interrupt, although there would surely be plenty of questions later. Scott drove himself past the husky's muscled ring in fervent thrusts, pumping spurts of precum inside and spreading it around. Warmth rose in Scott's belly, as he felt the need to fill Hartley's body grow. He needed to breed the husky underneath him. The husky was taking his cock happily, and Scott wanted nothing more than to give it. He rammed himself in hard, feeling his knot start to break into the tight entrance.

“Oh fuck pup." Hartley muttered, writhing around Scott's rock hard length. Hartley arched his back. His butt pressed into Scott's hips. The corgi braced himself as the husky bucked and began shooting hot husky cum into a puddle on the bed without even touching himself. Hartley's orgasm surprised Scott, who had become so lost in the sensations that he hardly noticed the husky reaching his peak. Hartley drenched the blankets to the mattress cover. He made no effort to reach for his shaft, continuing to ride out Scott's pounding.

Hartley's tunnel clenched and loosened with each spasm. Scott pummeled Hartley's ass like his life depended on it. A part of him worried that he wouldn't get another go with the husky. He wanted to make this time count if it was his only chance, and there was only one way to do that. A heavy grunt escaped the husky's lips when Scott succeeded in popping his swollen knot in with a wet squelch. It nestled its way against Hartley's insides, forcing out another dredge of cum onto Scott's sheets. The corgi slammed himself in, six and a quarter inches deep. A firm grip surrounded his entire sensitive dick, making the corgi moan needfully. His body worked by itself, just as it was built for. He ground himself against the husky's hips, bringing himself to the strongest orgasm he'd ever had.

Hartley's body milked Scott for every drop of thick cum it could get. Scott held on to the husky's hips as pleasure overtook him. Warm, thick gushes of seed began painting his new friend's insides. Drops of sweat landed on the husky's back. Underneath white and gray fur, Hartley also had a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin. The pair panted in unison. Scott closed his eyes, enjoying the silky sweet warmth that surrounded him. He leaned his weight on Hartley. Rope after rope of sticky cum filled Hartley up. Scott felt proud. This orgasm made his last one look like nothing. Ounces of slick corgi cum pooled around his engorged length in Hartley's passage.

Scott pulled himself back onto his own legs, and popped his knot out with a lewd pop, forcing a guttural sound from the husky. Hartley's hole clamped down around empty air. His raised position didn't allow any spunk to leak out, letting it flow even deeper into his guts. All that connected the spent pair was a single strand of pearly cum from tip to hole. The husky's dick gradually stopped oozing on Scott's bed.

The boys collapsed on the bed, exhausted from such a powerful release.

“Damn, pup." Hartley spoke after he caught his breath.

“You liked it?" Scott asked, turning towards the husky.

“Of course. I liked how eager you were. Your dick is the perfect size too."

Scott beamed with pride. “You were really good too." Several minutes of silence passed as the dogs stared up at the ceiling together.

“Scott, I should prolly get to bed soon." said the husky.

“Oh, yeah, I understand." said Scott. He felt a pang of disappointment, and failed to keep it out of his voice. He'd only known Hartley for a few hours. And yet, he didn't want to let the sweet husky boy go. “I mean, you could also stay the night. If you want." he offered.

Wordlessly, Hartley situated himself under the blankets facing the wall. He grinned at Scott and patted the bed behind him. Scott practically jumped into bed and wrapped himself around Hartley. The corgi pulled himself close so Hartley's wet ass pressed against his groin. Where it belonged, Scott thought. Again, their bodies matched together imperfectly as the smaller corgi was unable to fully wrap his arms around the bigger husky. Still, it was perfect. Scott kissed Hartley's back, and fell asleep thinking of husky butt.