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Snow Dawgs

Chapter Ten

By Roofles

How did I even get here?

One second, I was running from Duncan after cock teasing him a little too far, again. I couldn’t help myself! The guy wanted me. He craved that attention. He was fire and I was the gasoline. And… and I liked that! I just liked fucking with him. It felt good. It felt damn good to be able to express myself. To be myself. To be free, in a way. Breaking up with Hunter might’ve been far more liberating than I thought it would be. I didn’t even realized the shackles and chains that relationship had become until it, he, was gone.

And here I was chasing after his friend(s). Yes. Plural. I was being a bit slutty. A bad friend? And I freaking liked it! I felt young, virile again and… and wanted? Was that so much to ask for in a relationship? To be wanted and craved. For the other party to be thinking about you? Wondering what you were doing?

Ever since Hunter and I had broken up, he hadn’t even asked once how I was doing. How I was handling this breakup. Admittedly, not very well. Even I could see that. I shouldn’t be THIS happy to have broken up with my boyfriend of several years.

Yet…

Yet, to be able to tease someone and get away with it? To slap their ass without getting yelled at after? For the other person to react! To show some kind of god damn fucking emotion? It was a spark I hadn’t known I was needed to jumpstart my otherwise stalled sex drive.

For a bit, I had wondered if I should go see a doctor about that. Having little to no sex drive while dating Hunter. We just kind of were together. Watched shows, did dishes and other lame couple stuff without any real benefit? If that makes sense.

And here I thought it was old age catching up to me. Who’d have thunk that all I needed was a dumb twunk of a man like Duncan? Or a responsible adult like Auto…. Or a random hook up with that malamute I couldn’t even recall the name of.

I felt exhilarated. Like I was high. And… and it was great. Fuck, it felt good. Like waking up from a long sleep.

That’s what my previous relationship had been. Boring. Stale. Sleeping while awake. Walking on eggshells afraid to “upset him” about something or other. It got to the point that I had just mentally given up. Apathetic and jaded as Hunter was. Becoming exactly who he was, and I hated that.

Fuck! I hated that. I wanted to scream into the snowy night about it. TO let it all out. To yell until my voice grew hoarse and my face turned red…. The one nice thing about snow? It blankets sound. The stillness of the night settled as my voice broke and my face became wet from tears. Letting it all out.

Anger, sadness, sorrow. For what? It took far too long for my loss. Loss of a friendship, loss of a relationship, loss for a future I thought I was owed. For all the work I put into that and got nothing in return. An investment. That was what that relationship was and… these hot tears running down my face was all I got for it.

No wonder why I was such a mess with all this. The cold of the snow burned my exposed skin, and I didn’t care. It was hot, strangely, until it grew numb, and I knew I needed to go inside to take a long hot shower.

Maybe I got that from my father? Being a man. Hiding this side of things from the others. Hell, who would I even show this vulnerability to? It was a strange thought. I know people are more than happy to dump their drama and fuck ups on others. Hell, a lot of people do it online or to strangers they just met.

I just… can’t. Can’t be that guy no matter how much I wish I could be that selfish.

“It’s over.” I said the words aloud just so I could hear them. “It’s over. Hunter and I will never be together. We broke up and, at first?” I felt nothing. Only anger for his behavior. It took this long for things to really begin to sink in. Once the storm of my anger, masking my feelings, had settled did I feel this remorse for it. Not so much for him, but my effort I put in. How much I tried.

This was my break from it. From him. A true vacation. Not just from work but from that part of my life. Future Douglas would have to figure things out. Where to live, what to do. Auto offered me another place in the apartment complex. I hoped I could afford it by myself. Even if Auto was very reasonable with rent, I understood that in this shitty economy there was a housing crisis. He was doing so much for us, and we never really showed him our gratitude.

I needed to do more. More for myself. For Auto. To show my appreciation for the other friends in my life that I had neglected, working so damn hard on that relationship that was never going to go anywhere. I… I could do this.

“A fresh start.” I gave a goofy grin to my reflection. Encouraging myself. For I knew, no one else was owed that. To give me such encouragement. It would be selfish to expect anyone else here, during our vacation, to have to help with that.

Now? Now I felt like I was back in college, chasing tail. And there really was nothing better than letting loose on vacation, like this. Sure, I’d go back to being mindful and boring and safe Douglas again after this trip was over. Now? Well, now I wanted some ass.

Grabbing Duncan’s ass might’ve been pushing it that morning. I tried to be sneaky. Getting a full handful of that thick, juicy dump truck of meat he was carrying around when the others weren’t looking. It was so thick, like him. My fingers took hold of it and, dammit, I really did give it a grope. Fingers digging into that firm meat, the tips sliding between those cheeks… pulling them apart. Feeling the heat of his ass against my hand. Fuck, if the others hadn’t been there…

Duncan tried not to yip. This big, muscular, brutish guy trying not to yip like a puppy or show how embarrassed he was… or how much he liked it. How much he liked me man handling him. Groping him. Feeling him. Touching him.

In a way, I understood that all too well. I understood what it was like to want to be touched. To be wanted! Craved, like the piece of meat he was. Respect? Fuck that noise. We both knew what we wanted, even if we didn’t admit it aloud. We were consenting adults and sometimes? Fuck, sometimes you just want to be treated like that piece of meat.

The teasing only increased from there as breakfast went on. Pretending to be innocent as I let my inner gremlin out for some fun. Blowing against one of his floppy ears when he wasn’t looking, was the next thing. It was simple but effective. Especially with certain canines. It would flop at first. Twitching as if a fly was buzzing past it. Then it’d flip over, and I got to see the inner pinks of his ear. See it deepening, reddening with his embarrassment as I blew again, and he realized what was happening.

Duncan, of course, tried not to do anything. He didn’t want the others to notice. Us keeping this a secret was part of the fun. Part of the excitement, after all. Maybe, in a way, we both knew this wasn’t going to go anywhere. We weren’t going to date after this vacation. Hell, we probably wouldn’t even talk to each other seeing how much Duncan’s ex(?) hated me. Junkyard, that slim Doberman, was still giving me the stink eye as he chased after my ex.

Fuck, we were all messed up.

Duncan dealing with his partner going after another guys ex. It must’ve been why Duncan was acting out. Us fooling around, him talking back to the Alpha, Auto, of the group… He was going through his own shit.

We all were. It didn’t mean I couldn’t tease the fuck out of him. For, I was sure, in a way… he appreciated it. That distraction. I knew that look in the pit bull’s eyes. The look when he saw Junkyard and Hunter together.

The look of knowing that your relationship, your efforts, were over. That all the work you put into this, into them, would amount to nothing. And it hurt. Fuck it hurt. Just as I had yelled last night, it hurt in ways only a someone who’d gone through it would know.

Betrayal? It was more than that. It was a loss of a trust. Unable to trust others. Not at first. If Auto hadn’t found me that night, hell, I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done. I needed to make it up to the blue heeler, somehow…

Right now, I had other things on my mind.

Taking hold of one of Duncan’s big meaty hands with mine, I slid my fingers between them. Over his coarse paw pads and between those sausage sized digits. Duncan was so strong. He would fight it at first. Releasing immediately as he looked around at the others. The pit bull actually jumped! His entire body flinching from the display.

Junkyard must’ve hated it. PDA. Public displayed of affection. I knew that very well. Hunter hated it as well. Not wanting to hold hands, let alone kiss, in public. It was… kind of like a slap in the face. An insult on top of everything else.

I didn’t stop. My finger inching over to touch one of Duncans. To pet up and down the inside of his index finger. Feeling the spot between the paw pad tipped finger and his paw pad palm. Up and down, feeling the thin fur there with my pinky.

Oh, Duncan. He’d try to look as if he wasn’t enjoying it. Forcing his stubby tail to stop from wagging. He was facing away from me, looking at everyone other than the human sitting at his side at the table. I was talking with Buddy, the golden retriever. The two of us had grown rather close ever since this trip began and I was sure Buddy, and I would remain good friends even after the trip was done.

“Yeah, I wish I had someone to snowboard with also.” I said as I touched Duncan’s hand again under the table. His body tensed. His muscles flexing to the point I could see a vein poking through the thin fur along his thick neck. Duncan was so repressed it was almost funny, if it wasn’t so sad.

“Right! I haven’t been able to hit the slopes as much as I’ve wanted to. The dang storm just ain’t goin’ nowhere fast, no sir re.” Buddy southern accent slipped in a bit as he spoke. I think the dog was from Tennessee or maybe Louisiana?

I kind of loved the way his R’s rolled off his tongue. Buddy’s black gummy lips forming into a perfect O shape as the golden fur of his muzzle spread apart in a happy, goofy smile. Retriever’s really did have the best smile out of all the canines I’ve known.

Even if a certain pit bull’s smile did warm my heart.

Ducan was looking away, giving a big “hurumph” before trying to sneakily slide a finger back into my hand as I moved it away from him teasingly. The way he was so needy, did something to me. Inside. Being with someone like Hunter, it was… it was nice, is all. Having that. Having someone want you. To glance over to see Duncan trying to sneak a look at me. As if we were some dumb teenagers out on our first date instead of the adults we were.

When was the last time I felt that?

Those moments, these moments… were sweet. Soft. Like Duncan was underneath that hard, meaty, shell he built up around himself. The pit bull had so many defenses that it was hard to get through those walls. I could only imagine the life he’d been through to have to put on such a tough guy act for being such a sensitive guy. Maybe it was just a pit bull thing?

With that said, twisting one of those fat dilf nipples I had only ever seen online until he yelped might’ve been the line that I had very crassly crossed. It wasn’t my fault! He was wearing another one of those stupid wifebeaters, full arms on display. Rippling with muscles I, or anyone, could clearly see and make out through his thin grayish blue fur the muscles underneath. Grayish skin with a bulk to it. Bulky, meaty, buff, thick dog of a man.

That shirt hid nothing.

He would have been less exposed if he was shirtless!

It formed and sculpted to his body. Curving around those thinner sides, outlining his abs and then that chest. Holy fuck that chest. It was big and thick like a pair of pillows he’d somehow managed to stuff into that too tight shirt. It was like he was smuggling meat under his shirt. I finally got why straight guys loved tits so much. I wanted to bite one. Suck on it. Tease him.

Then I saw his nipples poking out through the fabric of the shirt and couldn’t resist. They were so big, thick and nubby. I wanted to give one a flick, hah. I’d never worry about being trapped inside with Duncan around. Use one of those nipples to cut through glass. I wanted a feel. Just for a second… It was a mistake. I fully admit to this. Couldn’t take it back after it’s done. I grabbed one, he looked at me like a deer in headlights and, well, by then I was committed.

All the teasing up to this point had been in good fun. That last one might’ve been too much. Stepping over the metaphorical line we’d drawn in the sand. That, or it was me flashing my bare ass in his direction when he was looking at me afterwards as he held his chest with gritted teeth, snarling at me for the crime I’d committed to his body.

That was why, one second, I was running for my ass’s safety, and the next I was stripped naked in the locker room and shoved into the corner with a golden retriever taking a leak all over me…

Okay, I should back up a couple minutes before that happened. I’m getting ahead of myself. A lot happened very quickly.

Running from Duncan was a full track team kind of effort. A goal that even Olympian runners strive for. I was hot, sweaty, panting for air as I skidded around the corner into a dead end of a hallway. Duncan came crashing behind me the next second. Literally crashing into the wall as I ducked into the only room there.

The door had a sign on it. It had simply read “locker room.” I assumed it was.

I wasn’t alone and, in my haste, I begged the first canine I happened to bump into for help. For “the safety of my ass!”

The golden retriever tongue stuck out on side of his muzzle as he just blankly looked at me. I think the gears in his head had stalled or something.

“Buddy, I need a place to hide!” I had quickly told the golden retriever after bumping into him in the locker room. Literally bumping into him. Walking face first into his exposed chest and having Buddy, good old Buddy, keep me from falling over after.

He was stronger than he looked. His hands grabbed my arms firmly, stabilizing my footing before gently letting go. It was the first time he rescued me that day.

I was truly thankful it had been Buddy that I had run into. Out of all the other dogs, I felt he was the one who could understand my predicament the best without judging me, too much, about it. Were we good friends? At that point, I hadn’t thought so.

What happened next made me questioning how I viewed my friends back home.

I didn’t ask why Buddy was only wearing a towel as his nose sniffed at me. I didn’t pay too much attention to the fact he was naked. Most the canines walked around in little as they were. I was kind of in a rush. It was Buddy. Good old Buddy! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I just needed to get away from Duncan or I’d be feeling that for the rest of the week we had left here at the lodge.

“Why do you smell like Duncan?” Buddy began to ask. The golden retriever unable to catch on at first. I love the guy. He’s a great friend. Buddy, however, wasn’t what one would call smart. Not the brightest bulb in the shed.

Or was that sharpest tool?

“No time!” I quickly interrupted the thoughts I was sure were going through his head. Even Buddy would eventually put two and two together if given enough time and with those proverbial coconuts knocking together, I didn’t want it to click in his head. If you know what I mean. “I need to hide. Now! Duncan is after me. My ass!” I said loudly, covering it with both hands. “It’s on the line here.”

“Right…” Buddy seemed to catch on faster than I gave the man credit for after hearing my urgency. “Quick, in here.” He motioned towards the side room. I practically dove through the doorway. Right into the shower room. The cold tile against my bare feet didn’t help any as I turned around.

It was a dead end. White tiled floor with bamboo style barricade between each of the open, exposed showers. There was no where really to hide, let alone get out from. The windows were too small and high up to reach without a boost and a hacksaw to get through.

“Wha-,” I asked but Buddy had grabbed my hand. His towel fell around his ankles and the butt naked canine pulled me further into the room. To the far side where the showers curved slightly to allow for more room. I doubt anyone needed this many showers in a lodge.

Rich people though. You just never know how they’re going to throw their money away on such things.

“No time.” Buddy used my words against me, the sneaky canine as he shoved me into the farthest stall with far more strength than I gave the guy credit for. I knew I wasn’t weak, but these canines were something else.

He didn’t even wait for me to undress before turning on the spout overhead and sprayed me down with frigid cold water from above. I might’ve squeaked from the feel of ice cubes raining down on me as he fiddled with the knobs until it warmed up.

The water soaked my body as he turned it off suddenly.

“Thanks, but I don’t think that’ll be enough,” I began to say and, before I could say another word, I smelled it. The strong acrid stench of urine as Buddy, this silly dumb golden retriever that he was, I kid you not, peed on me. A golden stream the same color as Buddy’s fur hit my legs and began going up and down over my body like a loose hose in the front yard.

Just whipping around to the point, I felt some even land on my cheek.

It was hot. That was the first thing I noticed. Then the smell of it. Then the fact Buddy had peed on me!

“The fuck!” I wanted to open my mouth, to say more, but didn’t dare risk it.

“It’ll hide the smell.” He said as I just stared at him, slack jawed.

“No. No, I got that.” I said slow and careful, containing my anger. I rather get caught by Duncan than this. “That’s not what I-,” then there was a bang as the locker room door was thrown open with such force I was sure it had broken the wall where it hit.

Never mind. I take back what I said. Buddy could piss all over me if it kept me away from the pit bull’s wrath.

“Where is he!” A voice bellowed, I swear, shaking the very walls around us. “That no good son of a bitch is going to get it!”

Buddy was all smiles as he gave me a playful wink, jostled himself one more time to shake out any drops left and turned around to face the pit bull stomping into the room. It was this room, or the room connected to the indoor pool. Duncan, wisely, chose to check here first. Unfortunate for my ass’s sake.

I was already apologizing for the hospital bills my credit cards were going to have to cover for shattered pelvis.

“Where’s who?” Buddy asked, using his other arm to hide where I was hiding the best he could. He didn’t even bother shutting it fully as he faced the pit bull. His furry pit sticking out as the naked golden retriever stood there, invitingly, as if he wanted Duncan to come closer.

“You know very well who-,” Duncan was pissed. Ironic, I know. That was until he smelled it. Actual piss. I couldn’t see him, but I was sure his nose was twitching. Was sure those dumb floppy ears of his had perked up and he was looked at the golden retriever suspiciously.

I was uncomfortably aware of how familiar I was with all of Duncan’s reactions at this point, as if I’d known the guy my entire life. I could fully imagine the look on Duncan’s face as he put it together. His expressions, his thoughts so easily read on his face when he was caught off guard like this.

“Dude.” Duncan started with, growling, then shaking his head until his floppy cheeks slapped against his teeth. “Not again.”

“What?” Buddy asked innocently, offering a cheeky smile that showed off every one of his sparkling white teeth. “A dog has to go.”

“I told you I’m not into that!” Duncan bellowed out, still angry about the nipple twists, I’d imagine. “How many times do I have to-,” Duncan stopped, shaking his head again. “No, no. I’m getting distracted. Where is he?”

“Who?” Buddy blinked, pretending not to know exactly who it was Duncan was asking about. Thank boof Jesus for this dumb, sweet retriever.

“Douglas!” Duncan shouted out, getting worked up from Buddy’s nonchalant replies. It was as if Duncan expected Buddy to have taken his side on this, unaware he was protecting the very man the pit bull was after.

“Who?” Buddy blinked again, slowly. One eye at a time and I had to stifle a laugh from the face he made. He could’ve been wearing a dunce hat, and I wouldn’t have been surprised.

“The human,” Duncan slapped a hand over his face, dragging it down his snout and looked at the retriever with what I could only imagine, exhaustion.

“Which one?” Buddy tilted his head, and I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from snickering.

“The only damn human here!” Duncan barked. “Douglas! I’m talking about Douglas. Where is he?”

“Oh, Douglas. Right. I always forget he’s here.” Buddy shrugged as he scratched the side of his face with a finger. “Where did I last see him? I saw him at breakfast…” He mumbled, nodding to himself in agreement. Confirming with himself that he had seen me at breakfast that very morning. “We were talking about… something…”

“Snowboarding.” I could practically feel Duncan’s eye twitching at this point.

“Right! We should go snowboarding! It’s so much fun. You haven’t really hit the slopes yet, have you? We should totally go out there!” Buddy jumped on the idea, happily wagging as he stared at Duncan with bright stars in his eyes at the idea. “Let’s go snowboarding! Snowboarding, snowboarding, snowboarding! It’ll be so much fun. Hit the slopes before the sun finish setting. Be the best time!”

“No… not right now. I’m busy.” Duncan grumbled under his breath, not having the heart to get on Buddy for his enthusiasm. It was hard to get mad at Buddy. The dog was infectiously joyful and always made the room feel a bit friendlier just being there. “I just need… Douglas.”

“You need him?” Buddy blinked several times, tilting his head to one side as he looked at the other canine. “Why do you need the human? I thought you didn’t like him.”

“That’s not... Not what I said. No, I was just… he owes me…” Duncan muttered a few more words before trailing off. This might’ve been the most he’d ever talked to Buddy before. To most people. Duncan didn’t seem like a guy that would drag things out, usually getting straight to the point.

“Owes you? Like money?” Buddy continued to press the issue now.

“What? I mean. Yes. Sure. Whatever, he just… I need to talk with him, and he went this way.” Duncan trailed off again and my heart went out to the guy. If he wasn’t trying to break me, I would’ve stepped out and come to his aide by now.

“Why?” Buddy asked like a child would over and over again to any kind of answer they were given. He really was good at playing the dumb dog. At least, I think it was an act?

“I, uh, just…” Duncan didn’t even finish before Buddy said something that even made me blush.

“Do you want to fuck him?” Buddy asked with such a straight face I almost choked on my own spit. “Now that he and Hunter aren’t together? Is that what this is about?”

“Wha- wha- wha-?” Duncan must’ve jumped back as I heard a curse the next second as he bumped his elbow into one of the bamboo styled stalls. Rubbing at his funny bone, the dog continued to growl. I knew he must’ve been red in the face seeing how Buddy’s tail began to wag slowly.

“How long do you usually wait until someone breaks up with their ex until you can go after their tail?” Buddy asked innocently, batting his eyes at Duncan as if he was actually asking him the question. “It has only been, like, a week since he and Hunter broke up, right? Isn’t that too soon?”

“I mean, I just, he and Hunter are grown ass men. They can deal with their own shit,” Duncan growled as he turned away. I wonder if he was blushing even redder now and wanted to risk taking a peak but didn’t dare. Duncan was already mad at me. I rather not have him know I was listening to this kind of conversation.

“Do you like him?” Buddy asked and Duncan couldn’t answer that. “Or you just want to fuck him?” Again, Duncan was speechless. As much as I was. To Buddy’s credit, he never once even glanced over at me. Facing towards Duncan and even stepping away from the stall I was hiding inside. Taking the pit bull’s entire attention away from our chase. “He is kind of handsome, isn’t he? I can see the appeal.”

“I, uh, wouldn’t know. I don’t… go after those furless type.” Duncan mumbled a bit, ears drooping down as he backed away from the curious retriever sniffing in his general direction.

“Yet, you’re chasing after him?” Buddy pointed out. “You two also sat at the breakfast table together, this morning. You were hanging out the other day as well, when everyone was playing pool in the arcade downstairs. You two are rather close, aren’t you?” Buddy voice was only slightly accusing, yet even I was taken aback by it. “What about Junkyard?”

That took the breath away from Duncan and I was kind of curious to hear about that as well. These canines could be extremely nosy, it seemed, about each other’s relationships. It made me wonder if they asked the same thing about Hunter and I when we were together.

“It’s not like that…” Duncan couldn’t even offer any kind of strength or resolve behind his words. He just sounded defeat. Like a beaten down dog. Letting out a heavy breath as his body sagged, as if deflating. “Junkyard and I are just… friends. Now…”

“Right. Like you and Douglas are friends?” Buddy went in for the kill and struck the nail on the head. Duncan must’ve winced at the accusation as the corner of the golden retriever’s lips curled up in satisfaction at that. Duncan didn’t even need to say anything for him to figure out what we were to each other. “Right. I get it. I do. Really,” Buddy nodded. “You should go see how Junkyard is doing. I think he and Hunter went out back to try out the jacuzzi together.” The golden retriever must’ve had horns hidden within those baggy locks of golden fur he called hair as he said those words. “Sometimes it’s best to walk in on it…” Buddy was inspecting his nails at this point but glanced up as he finished. “Catch them red handed. If they aren’t willing to say anything to you. Seeing it first paw might be best…”

“I… uh… I should go.” Duncan voice was so soft I almost didn’t catch it. “Later. Loser.” Duncan couldn’t even come up with a good insult before heading out. His steps were heavy, a plodding step of his paws slapping against the tiled floor and I could practically feel the anger leave the room with the pit bull.

The door slammed shut in the other room and Buddy turned around just in time as I peeked out.

“He gone?”

“He’s gone.” Buddy grinned. “Come on, I need a partner to do laps with.”

“Laps?”

“It helps clear my head.” Buddy just smiled at me as he led the way.

It wasn’t long before he and I were butt naked in the heated pool in the other room swimming laps from one side to the next. Neither of us brought up or mentioned the conversation Buddy and Duncan had. We just swam from one side to the other, waited for the other person before continuing.

I’m unsure how long I swam for. It was long enough to wash off the stench of urine, replacing it with chlorine instead. So, however long that takes.

It was also a good way to clear my own thoughts. From a lot of things. Swimming really was therapeutic. Dunking your head underneath the cool water and swimming in that almost weightless environment did wonders for my thoughts. The sounds of the pool room ceased as my head disappeared underneath it’s surface.

It was tranquil.

It was cool and relaxing, yet not cold. The pool was heated but it was a large pool, and the heat needed to spread out. It was nice, though. A nice change. A nice break from it all. From chasing tail, to crying over my relationship. From one extreme to the next. This was a perfect time to reflect.

I didn’t realize how out of shape I was until I nearly pulled a charley horse a half hour later.

Breaking free from the surface I gasped and cursed, rubbing at the spot underneath the water in the shallows as I held the side for support. I heard dog paddling before I saw Buddy swimming over to see what the issue was.

“Been a while since I swam for this long.” I think I was panting as I rested against the water, still trying to work the charley horse out from my leg.

“Where?” Buddy asked.

“Calf.” I said and before I knew it, Buddy had my leg in both his hands and was working at the spot. He could feel where it was as much as I could, if the strain on my face wasn’t obvious enough as he dug a thumb against the spot. It was tight, like a bound rope and I couldn’t help but wince as he pressed down on the spot.

“Oof, that’s a biggie.” Buddy said, floppy ears perking up as he stared down at the spot with those bright sunshiny eyes. Everything about the canine was like the sun. Bright and warm. Even his touch was warm.

Those strong fingers kneaded the spot and worked out the cramp soon enough. He didn’t stop, instead working his way up to my thigh.

“Uh, Buddy?” I asked, but before I knew it, I was spun around against the side of the pool and the canine was rubbing my back.

“Douglas, you’re entire body is tense!” Buddy said with a tsk. I wasn’t sure why he was so upset about it. I’ve been through a lot this month. No wonder why my body was tight.

“It’s been a real long week…” I admitted as Buddy continued to rub and knead over my shoulders, down my back and over my sides. His fingers were strong. Applying just enough force to work out every spot as he found them one after another with a delicate touch. Black paw beans rubbed down my sides and I tried not to shiver as they slid inwards towards my spine.

“I can tell.” Buddy said in a soft voice. I felt the warmth of it against the side of my face. That hot breath washing over the side of my slightly damp face as pool water dripped down my naked body.

For a second, I had forgotten about that.

We were both naked!

Buddy was so close behind me I felt his fur brush against my ass and thighs. A half-step closer and I was sure I’d feel his sheath press against my crack. I wondered if I should mention that, or if he would. He never did. He was extremely professional about this as he gave me a quick message. Rubbing my arms, each of my legs and along my back. It felt good. Felt nice, being touched like this. Having my body be like dough in his paws. Kneaded and stretched, rubbed and pressed down. It lasted longer than I thought it would, and he didn’t stop.

His touch, his presence, the man standing behind me. Slightly taller than I was, leaning forward. I could feel drops of water drip from his fur onto my naked body. Feel the heat of his fingers against my skin. Everywhere they pressed, it felt warmer. Hotter. The heat of the pool might’ve gotten to me, as if we were in the hot tub instead.

It was that touch, though, that was getting to me. It was a lot. A lot of touching, petting, rubbing. Buddy didn’t hesitate with it. He didn’t slow down. Just rubbed and rubbed and rubbed all over me.

Buddy tensed, ears perking up as I pressed back against him.

“Sorry, was that too much?” I asked, without moving. I felt him push back against me, firmly pressing and curving his front to my back until our bodies were one. His plump sheath swelled slightly as it pressed between my hairy ass cheeks. It spread them. His filling sheath spread my ass cheeks as he growled low and soft behind me.

His touch became more. Gripping, groping at me now as he felt me up. Gripping my biceps and chest. Feeling me up now as those rubbing hands craved more than just touch.

“Not at all,” Buddy said, and I felt an arm around me as I curved my spine against his front. It felt good. The feel of the damp canine against my naked body. He was warm. Warmer than the pool was, and his soft fur fell over my back like a wet rug. Rubbing against my sides as he held me close.

And I kind of liked that.

I felt him rock his hips. Felt him grind further against my ass and I let out a low, lustful moan. I didn’t bother containing it. Buddy’s ears were perked, eyes focused and trained on my face as his tail sloshed the water behind us as he heard the noise.

“That feels good.” I breathed out the words, feeling warm in the face and body.

“I wasn’t sure… if…” Buddy voice was low, husky and it did something to me as I shuddered as I felt him grind again. My body went along with the motion. Moving and sway, curving and contorting to Buddy’s body. Always touching, never apart, as we stood there front to back.

“I wasn’t, either.” I said with a heavy huff as I felt him slide fully between my ass cheeks. One arm was around my front, over my chest, stabilizing me again as the other roamed down my front. He rubbed over my stomach, fingers playing with the hair on my belly before dipping a little lower. I made sure to trim often but there was enough there for his thick, blunt finger nails to scratch at. To play with.

“You know, I asked the others.” Buddy didn’t stop doing that slow full body grind against me. I wouldn’t call it humping, so much as a full body press. Pushing against me with a flowing motion, like the sloshing of the water around us. Up and down his body went and mine went along with the action.

I was helpless to his motion. He could’ve done whatever he wanted with my body, and I’d have gone along with it. Every move he made, I reciprocated. Swaying, grinding, pressing, hugging, holding each other.

I felt him shift behind me, repositioning his footing and felt one of his paws step on my foot. Holding it down as he pressed his front against me once more.

“Asked?” I huffed as I felt his muzzle brush my exposed neck. I tilted my head to the other side as he nosed it. Sniffed me. Sniffed at my neck and under my chin, bumping it with his nose.

“How long you’re supposed to wait before going after someone’s ex. No one could tell me.” Buddy voice remain low and deep, and it helped get me lost in this. Whatever this was. “I don’t think anyone took me seriously. Auto got embarrassed for some reason, Duncan’s an asshole,” I did laugh at that. “The others just weren’t that interested in answering.”

“You could’ve asked me…” I said breathlessly as I felt my body resting further back against his. I felt like a dancer being supported by his partner. Supported by the golden retriever as his hand traced around my thigh and lifted my leg up into the air. Lifted it up enough for my foot to breach the water and rest against the side of the pool. I felt him adjusting himself before the tip of his doghood rubbed up and down between my crack.

I think I moaned at that. My brain kind of went blank for the second it did and there was a hot, wet, panting canine behind me now when I regained my senses.

“How could I ask the one I was interested in?” Buddy whispered the words against my ears, and I shivered. That might’ve been from his whiskers tickling me, however. “Everyone else was talking about the human that’d join the group. I never really got a chance to give you a… sniff.” Buddy said, pressing his snout against my neck.

“Me?” I knew it was silly to ask at this point as he grounded his tip against my hole, finding the entrance and teasing it with his tip. It was firm and easily spread me before he pulled it away with his hips. A flick of his dick tip against my tailhole made me shudder again.

Teasing with me, as he had been with my body. Rubbing and poking it against me before moving it away. Was he trying to contain himself? Or was he just into the foreplay. I wasn’t sure and didn’t dare speak up about it, afraid he’d stop if I did.

“Yes, you,” Buddy growled against me as he teased me again. That hand holding my leg slipped underneath my raised leg and fondled me roughly with those strong, paw padded fingers. My sack rested against the palm of his hand, and he gave a soft, gentle but firm squeeze.

I groaned. Low and deep as I rested back against him fully now, tossing my head back against his shoulder and letting Buddy support me. To carry me like this in the water. The buoyancy of the pool helped, for sure. But I could feel it. Feel how strong he was. Underneath that flowing golden locks of fur, Buddy was a rather muscular dog.

I had never noticed. It would explain why he was so good at skiing with me, though. It took a lot of physical strength to do the things that we did. This was no exception.

“You darn tease,” Buddy nipped at my ear. At my neck. I felt his teeth brush against flesh. He never bit me, though. He made sure of that. Sure to let me know that he could’ve. He could’ve bitten me if he wanted to do so but never did. “I could smell the other dogs on you. You aren’t that sneaky…” Buddy, this silly, idiot of a golden retriever seemed to be the first of our group to realize what I had done.

Did he just play the fool or was he just keenly aware of this aspect of life?

“What made you wait?” I asked as he gripped my ass cheek tightly. As tightly as I had Duncan’s that morning. So, maybe, Buddy had seen me teasing Duncan after all. Mimicking the action he had seen or, rather, to remind me of what I had done to Duncan.

It would explain why he teased my nipples after. Playing with them, twisting them gently and even growling low, deep in his throat as he nosed at my chest. His hot tongue lapped over it. Licked up one of my nipples and left a trail of hot drool in its wake.

“The right time just never came up,” Buddy said, looking at me between his curly locks of golden fur. It draped down over his face like a curtain and it was one of the few times I got a good look at his eyes that were usually hidden by it. They really were like sunshine. The way he looked at me was warm, caring and something more. It was a look I knew very well.

Lust. Hunger. Wanting to taste the forbidden fruit that was there before your lips. Need. That was what those eyes told me. A hungry, lustful need to taste my fruit.

“It should’ve been me.” He growled low and it took a second for me to realize what he meant.

“Ah,” I said as it clicked.

Buddy and I had known each other almost as long as I had been with Hunter. In fact, it was because of Hunter that I never thought of Buddy as anything more than a friend. After all, I was dating his friend. Hunter had gotten to the mark before Buddy had. That’s what that look was. One full of lust, want and need. One of frustration, being beaten to the punch by your friend who’d asked them out before you had.

It’s like when you have an eye on that guy you like in school. Working up the nerve to go over and talk to him and then, by chance, your friend beats you to the punch. That was what this was. Did Buddy love me? Hah, I doubted that. It was more the thought, the idea, of missing out on the opportunity and seeing your dumbass friend ruining it instead.

Because of Hunter, I might’ve left.

That’s what that look said on Buddy’s face as his dick pressed up into my tailhole. I might’ve left because of his dumbass friend and Buddy would’ve missed his chance to have a taste, a turn. I moaned. He was bigger than I thought he’d be, and he wanted me to know that. Buddy didn’t tease me. He didn’t ease the entrance open or use lube. Buddy wanted me to feel his frustrations and I did as he shoved his fat cock head into my tail hole without asking.

At least I had been with a couple of others before this. My ass had been through a lot during this vacation, and it was loosen up, enough, without tearing me a new one as he forced his length into me. It still hurt, don’t get me wrong. The first penetration always did. Buddy didn’t wait for me to adjust, thankfully he didn’t need to, as he humped again. And again.

The water splashed, I groaned aloud, and the golden retriever had a death grip on my thighs as he held me up, just below the water’s surface, to fuck me. His teeth gritted; his eyes closed as Buddy held me tightly with his dull nails digging into my skin as he pumped his fat length inside me.

How long had Hunter and I been together? How long had Buddy waited for the chance at this? Was that why he approached me after Hunter and I had, basically, at that point, broken up? In hopes of getting some action?

It was hard to say. We had gone skiing together. We had hung out. Buddy had and hadn’t been there. I never knew what the silly dumb canine had been thinking. Now. Now I did.

With how he was humping me right now, I wanted to say yes. Yes. “YES!” As he plunged his hot dog between my buns and into my oven, cause, fuck, he was eager. Horny would’ve been an understatement. I hadn’t realized how much he’d been leaking in the pool until he was inside me. Filling me. The slickness of his cock increased with his fervor humps.

Every pump of his dick inside me left a streak of slick, hot, wetness behind as his tip shot more of the precum. It was slick and warm as his dick was becoming. Hot. I felt hot all over as he rammed his ramrod home.

One leg had been up, the other soon followed as Buddy pulled me away from the side of the pool. Taking away my support, forced to rely solely on him as he stood in the shallows, dick shoved up my ass, holding my legs up as he pumped into me.

I could feel his knot already pressing against my ass. It was like he was in a race against someone else and was trying to come out on first. And come he did.

Next thing I knew, his knot had forced it’s way inside me, swollen like a softball and he was spilling his puppies into me. It was rushed. Buddy wasn’t about to let this chance slip by as it had before. He fucked me, he humped me. He gripped me, wrapping an arm around my chest and bent backwards with me over his front. And he howled a release that shot deep inside me.

It made my fingers and toes tingle as he spilled out. His fat nuts must’ve been so tight against his body as Buddy gritted his teeth, eyes still closed, as he blew his fat load deep inside me. Ribbons of hot sticky white shot from his tapered tip directly into my ass. Inside me. I felt it. I could feel the heat and warmth settling in my lower gut and it made my toes curl.

I don’t know if I came. I was a bit overwhelmed by it all. Not that it mattered, not right now. It was about Buddy. Buddy who had missed his first opportunity and lost his chance, again, to someone else before he got his “turn.” I didn’t like to think of myself as the public ride everyone was taking their turn on but damned if this vacation wasn’t bringing out the slutty side of me.

But I kind of felt like I owed it to Buddy after missing his obvious signs of attraction and interest. After I’d been with so many others, this felt a bit more personal. For me and for him. Buddy, who held me tightly, even after he had finished and nuzzled against the side of my neck.

“Fuck, Douglas, fuck.” Buddy growled between his teeth. “You just. With them. Then me… And I was first. First!” He shouted out as he slammed my ass against his hips and pushed as far as he could inside me as he sputtered to a finish.

I had my arms around his neck for support as he panted behind me, breathing heavily as he just stood there in the middle of the shallows of the pool. Standing there panting as his eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling, mouth slightly open. He was thinking something, behind those bright sunshiny eyes. I didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts and kept it to myself as I waited.

“Would we have broken up, like you and Hunter did… if I was first?” He suddenly asked. I wasn’t sure where to even begin with that.

“Uh, what?” I asked instead, caught off guard.

“Us.” He licked his lips, looking down at me as he held me with both arms. Still knotted in my ass. “I mean. Is that what would’ve happen? If we dated, instead of Hunter and…. You, had?” His ears fell down and the enthusiasm he had early began to fade with the high that came with a good orgasm.

“No,” I said even if I didn’t know about us. What might’ve been, could’ve been. I did know this, though, the answer to his question. “Hunter and I broke up because we weren’t right for each other. He wasn’t… right for me. That was why we broke up.”

“I see…” Buddy was still breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. I wasn’t exactly the smallest of guys and keeping me up like this, even in the pool, must’ve been rather taxing. “So, you, ain’t?” He said with that Southern drawl.

“Aren’t what?” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at. His face fell with his ears, drooping down as he gave me that sad puppy dog look I could only see from the corner of my eyes. He didn’t seem to get the fact that, knotted as we were, I wasn’t able to face him properly.

“You aren’t going to leave, are you?” He asked with the biggest puppy eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. His whine tore at my heartstrings, and I had to reach behind me to pet the side of his muzzle. To reassure him about it. It would also explain why he had knotted me as quickly as he could. As if afraid I was going to leave right then and there otherwise. “Because you and Hunter aren’t an item no more. You ain’t leavin’ us are you?”

Knotted to him like this, I wouldn’t be leaving for at least a good thirty minutes. At the earliest.

“No,” I let out a breathless laugh. It took me a second. The water dripping down my face wasn’t just from the pool as I had worked up quite the sweat. “No, I’m not leaving, Buddy. Auto offered me a place at the apartment complex. I was just going to move out of Hunter’s room and get my own…”

Seeing as how I was paying for the majority of our rent, I wasn’t sure how Hunter was going to get by. That was his problems though. I wasn’t… I wasn’t his problem any longer.

“Oh.” Buddy blinked several times. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tilted it to one side, looking down at me with a very confused expression falling over his face. “So, I didn’t need to knot you to keep you from leaving?” He asked dumbly and I had to stop from laughing in his face from that.

“No,” I did snort a laugh at that. “No, you did not need to knot me, Buddy. I’m sticking around.”

“Oh.” He blinked again as he began to understand. “Oops?” He shrugged and I did laugh at that. Not exactly the thing you wanted to hear from your partner after being knotted by them. But, it was Buddy. And I was okay with that as I rested against his front. “So… how do we get out of the pool like this?” The golden retriever frowned, looking around the pool for some kind of convenient exit. “You’re getting heavy.”

“Wow, thanks.” I snorted, knowing this would happen and still not stopping him from doing it.

Buddy clearly hadn’t planned for any of this as he stared at the side stairs leading out the pool. There wasn’t a simple lifted walk way in and out of the pool. Only the metal ladders to climb up and down. Climbing them would be very tricky with the retriever tied to me.

“You really didn’t think this through, did you?” I asked with another laugh. Buddy just gave a goofy grin, and we floated there, on our backs, me on top of him, as we waited for his “swelling” to go down.

“You really aren’t going to leave?” Buddy asked, staring up at the ceiling. He was rather buoyant, and I was thankful to use him as my pool toy. “You aren’t going to be gone when we get back? That empty apartment all that remains…?” Buddy seemed to be asking this from personal experience, making me wonder what all he had gone through.

People coming and leaving in his life. It was an apartment complex. People came and went depending on what they were going through. I guess it was a canine thing? Not wanting the people, you were familiar and friendly with to just be gone the next day? No goodbyes or farewells shared. Just gone like that…

Would that have been me? If Auto hadn’t offered me a place to stay? I… I don’t know. Maybe Buddy had suspected it for a reason. Maybe I would’ve left without a word when we had gotten back. Without Hunter tying me there, there was no reason for me to really stay.

That’s what people did. They came into your life and left just as easily. Like Hunter had with mine. That was normal, as unfair and sad as that was. If it wasn’t for the kindness of these other canines, accepting me in more ways than one, I would’ve been gone just as quickly as the other’s in Buddy’s life had left.

“I’m not going anywhere, Buddy.” I said, patting the top of his snout as the two of us stared up at the pool lights above. “I do need to take a piss, though.”

“I’m not stopping you.” Buddy grinned and I wanted to bonk the man over the head for that.