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Snow Dawgs

Chapter Twelve

By Roofles

Waking up next to someone, again, felt… nice? Good even. It was surprising how refreshing it was to wake up accompanied by another.

I’d been with Hunter for years. Off and on, but still technically together. It didn’t mean we always slept in the same bed. A lot of people think that couples always share a bed together. Be it our schedules, or just Hunter, we didn’t often sleep together. It was a rare occasion when we did. I mean, sure, we fooled around, sometimes. We cuddled often, that was definitely one thing Hunter liked to do. He did like to cuddle.

Sleeping in the same bed? Not so much.

Hell, even my parents had separate beds! It was far more common than people know or like to talk about. Some people like firmer mattresses, others softer. Not everyone can afford those expensive split beds where you can adjust the firmness of one side or whatever (I’ve only seen the commercials, honestly. I’m not made of money!).

My point is, waking up next to Duncan was a change. A good change? As I laid there, looking at this dumb dog of a man? I thought about that. How good it felt.

His warm body, his presence next to me. Just having him here, in the morning, was such a… relief? Was that the word for it? I felt easier. It was easier to wake up. It made me look forward to the day ahead. The knowledge of knowing that at least for the rest of this week there was that comfort. Knowing that there would be someone there.

Yeah… Yeah, it kind of was nice to wake up next to someone again. Even Duncan.

He was a large, heavyset dog. Muscle always did weigh more than fat and the muscular pit bull side of the bed was threatening to cave in where he’d been snoring. The weight of the canine caused the bed to shift, my side of it to rise. Eventually, I slipped down closer to him. Next to him, against his naked body.

Not that he minded.

It was strange, feeling his arm loop around my side and hold my back. Pulling me closer. He didn’t scoot away or try to get some space as Hunter would. It was strange to feel Duncan, or just someone, wanting to hold me. Hug me. To pull me closer. Duncan didn’t mind my presence in the bed as Hunter had. The German Shepherd needed his space to sleep. He blamed his fur, but we both knew it was just how he was.

He didn’t like to sleep next to someone and, now, I was learning… I did. I really did. I loved sleeping next to someone. I really freaking enjoyed it and I think, for once, I was smiling when I woke up.

I loved feeling their warmth and body next to me. Their very presence next to me in the same bed! It startled me at first. Don’t get me wrong. I woke up wondering who the fuck it was next to me. That’s how strange of an experience it was! That was before my sleep-added brain could begin to function again and the gears inside my head turned, realizing it was just Duncan.

Just Duncan…

For some reason, I was smiling at that as I pet over his firm chest. Touching him. I wanted to touch him, or maybe I just wanted to grope his chest. His chest was large, you understand. It stuck up and formed, molded like sculpted mountains of pectoral muscles. His thin grayish blue fur hid little from the eye and I gladly savored the moment as he slept, noisily, at my side.

I could go without the rumbling growl of a snore, but beggars can’t be choosers.

I traced them, those muscles. I traced him. His muscles. The feel of his firm chest with a finger as I slid it delicately around and over his body. He was naked next to me. I was naked! And, for a while now, I wasn’t bothered by that. Not in a bad way, mind you. I just… I woke up not horny, for a change.

Being there next to a muscular guy like Duncan? You’d think I’d be sporting morning wood. Jabbing him in the side with the damned thing. I wasn’t. I was… relaxed? Comforted by the fact that, the morning after, he was still there. Someone was still there, sleeping next to me. Hugging me, pulling me closer.

Wanting me closer to them even as they slept.

Duncan… huh.

Sleeping is a private matter. It’s something you do in the safety of your bedroom. A lot of people, myself included, tend to lock the bedroom door. Just to make sure you aren’t disturbed or bothered by someone as you caught up on some much-needed sleep.

People like Hunter needed space when they slept. They hogged the covers, somehow also taking up the entire bed. They kicked and squirmed and wanted all the space to themselves. They’d use pillows of varying sizes to add the comfort to the bed. Controlled comfort I liked to call it. Inanimate objects that didn’t move or get in your way. Something you could move and place as you please.

Duncan? Duncan was inviting me into his space. Pulling me closer as if I was some kind of body pillow. Snuggling up to me before lazing back in bed with a goofy smile on his sleepy face. He was… happy? I’d have to wait for him to wake up. Unsure how he felt about all this. If it was a last minute, desperate attempt to salvage his vacation, as much as I had done. Agreeing to this strange arrangement before really giving it time to sink in.

It was still nice. I wasn’t about to not enjoy myself just because things might not work out. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted them to, with Duncan. I just… needed this. I needed this as much as he did.

He looked so at peace. It was hard to think he’d been bothered by anything before this morning. Utterly relaxed as he snored beside me. I could feel the rumble in his chest, pressed up against it as I was. It was strangely soothing.

I might’ve drifted off for a couple of minutes before waking up again.

His hand ran up and down my back at this point. Soft, soothing motion. Rubbing my back, before dipping lower over the curve of my hairy ass and got a feel. He groped it, groped me. I jumped slightly and the pit bull let out a gruff growl. It sounded more like laughter than lust as his eyes slowly cracked opened to see me.

He looked at me and I think I was blushing.

“Morning.” Duncan said with a low, deep growl. His jaws cracked open, and the beast of a man let out a yawning roar as he stretched his other arm up into the air, flexing before letting it flop back down on bed. “Been a long while since I slept so good.” He said this, while scratching himself lewdly.

“What got you sleeping so peacefully?” I asked, playing along as I pet over his chest once more. He seemed to like that. The touch, maybe? Or maybe it felt good to have someone scratch a chest covered in fur. Canines did love their belly rubs after all.

Duncan quirked an eyebrow, giving me a look. It was hard to say what he was thinking. He was looking at me, reading my face as I was trying to read his. Both of us waking up the morning after. Trying to test the waters. See where we stood with one another. Then he covered another loud yawn with the back of his arm, flipped over to face me and I swear he farted.

Okay, maybe he was too comfortable this morning.

I didn’t have much time to think about it as he hugged me tight and close.

“If you need to ask…” Duncan grumbled as he pet over my back. His eye cracked open, looking down at me as my nose and face was shoved up close to his chest. It was firm, like thick padding, and I didn’t mind being crushed by this man. “Do you regret it?” He asked after a moment.

To be fair, it was more around five minutes later when he asked that.

His chest was smelly. He was smelly. Musky, dumb, sweaty pit bull. He was still holding me, crushing me against that chest and it was difficult to form words.

“Do you regret it?” It was such a simple question, really. A yes or no answer. Yet, his voice held something to it. Concern? Or maybe, a profound sadness. As if waiting for me to tell him to fuck off and go back to my room.

To pop the bubble of joy we’d both been floating in.

I could only imagine how often this kind of thing happened between him and Junkyard. How much had that Doberman played with the pit bull’s feelings for him to be this concerned and worried about things. He sounded like a beaten, abused dog and my heart did go out for the guy.

I could practically see Duncan standing out in the rain, with sodden flowers in paw, waiting for Junkyard to forgive him for a mistake he hadn’t even committed. Fuck that Doberman.

“If you want to go back to your room… we can pretend this never happened. Just, thanks, for staying with me tonight.” Ducan voice was soft and low, and he wasn’t looking at me. Just staring towards the opposite wall with a faraway look in his eye.

I understood his feelings, to an extent.

After last night, walking in on Junkyard and Hunter fooling around in the jacuzzi? Poor bastard. Yeah, I get it. I wouldn’t want to be alone either after seeing that. I wasn’t even there to see it, but it still did hurt. A sore reminder, rather, of our lives now. Hurt to see Hunter with someone else. Just as it would hurt for him to see me here and now with Duncan.

It wasn’t out of malice, I’m sure. At least, not from Hunter’s end. He’s an idiot. Not a bad person. I doubt the German Shepherd was the one to initiate things with that Doberman. Hunter the kind of guy that just acts first and thinks second. Junkyard on the hand is a douche.

“Can I hold you? Just for another couple minutes before you go?” Duncan asked, squeezing me tighter against his chest. I’m very glad for his pillows as he was now crushing me against his body, partially rolling over on top of me. Pinning me down against the bed.

It was becoming harder to breathe, a struggle as I gripped and pushed at the needy canine.

Thankfully, in my last moments before blacking out, I recalled what a wrestler does when pinned and quickly tapped out. Several slapping taps on Duncan’s side and he eased up enough for me to catch my breath.

“You can go…” Duncan said, not even looking at me as I gasped for air like a fish out of water. My lungs burned and there were slight tears in my eyes as I gave the canine a good slap on his meaty arm for that.

“What the hell, man.” I said, getting angry about it now. “You can at least give me a chance to respond before making up your mind!”

“What? If you want to go. Just go!” Duncan snapped back. His first reaction to any sort of hostility was clearly matching it with his own. I was having none of that right now.

“Duncan.” I sharply said his name, glaring at him now. “Don’t you get mad at me. You’re the one who crushed me under you. I didn’t even get a chance to respond or answer you. Don’t assume things from me!”

It took a second for the gears in Duncan’s head to turn.

“Wait…” He glared at me suspiciously, looking me over. The pit bull pulled back slightly, giving me that side eye. “Then… You don’t want to leave?” He concluded. It sounded more like a plea at the end, a soft whine leaving his trembling lips.

“I already broke up once with a boyfriend during this trip! I am not breaking up again until, at least, it’s over.” I might’ve been overreacting a bit. Still, my ribs were sore from how strong he’d been squeezing me. I was not a stress relief toy.

He winced, realizing he’d have broken up twice in one trip as well then if we had.

“Besides, it’s not like you’ve done anything to push me away or something…” I mumbled in his defense. It was difficult to admit, for reasons I wasn’t fully sure about. My feelings were all over the place during this trip. I could be so pigheaded and stubborn sometimes, as well, it seems. It might’ve been why I put up with Hunter for so long.

I was learning a lot about myself from this trip. I shut off most my emotions because of Hunter. Becoming jaded to a lot of things. Being open like this was new and I was still experiencing the fallout from it all.

“We’ve done a lot. Just, you know, nothing that I didn’t agree with.” I was blushing now. Fuck. Why was this dog making it so hard for me to think straight? He drove me crazy! From one emotion to the other. But never… bad?

Duncan never made me feel bad about myself, not like Hunter had.

“Right.” Duncan thought that over. His heavy bushy brow frowning down over his eyes as he double checked everything he had done during this trip. Or maybe since we’ve been together with how quickly he added on. “Other than crushing you,” he seemed to make a mental note of this for the future. “Need to be softer with weaklings.”

“That wasn’t the problem,” I said without thinking and he gave me a questioning look. I could feel my face heating up and continued to stammer out, “It was the fact I couldn’t breathe. Being with you, cuddling in bed last night and even with you laying on me… felt nice.” My throat went dry admitting it. “it felt nice. Being under you. Like that.”

It had.

It had felt good. TO be held like that by strong arms. Duncan wasn’t just stronger than me, he was bigger. Larger. And in a way, him taking charge, really did something to me. He made the effort to be closer to me and, frankly, I needed that right now. Someone who wanted to be with me. At first I might’ve not been horny this morning, but I was quickly getting there. My dick throbbing under the sheets.

“Is that so?” Duncan smirked, already coming up with half a dozen things to do with this newfound knowledge. “Is it like a fetish of yours…?” He did not just ask me that! I was already beat red, and I had to cover my face.

“No!” I shouted out quickly. “It’s just…” I couldn’t really find a way to describe it.

He was so thick, so muscular, so firm to the touch. His arms around me, his weight pushed against me. Duncan smelled. He smelled like a man. A warm body. He was so needy during the night. He hated it when I scooted away. Duncan constantly needed some part of his body touching me. In the large queen size bed, Duncan had been next to me the entire night.

If I moved, he’d scoot after me. He’d push his ass against me if he was facing the other way. He’d blindly reach over to grab at me. Feel for me. Taking hold of my hand and just holding it as we slept. Then he’d roll over, pressing that wide chest against my back and closing what little space there was between us.

It was hot and he was heavy. The feel of him, the sound of his breathing. Just the heat radiating from his body. It made me sweat. My feet were sweating and it didn’t help when he began spooning me. Rubbing his big paws over my feet, pushing his legs against mine. Fighting for space. Entangling them, entwining them with my own. Our legs doing their own secret dance under the sheets until his thick thighs held my legs firmly between his own. Those heavy paws resting under and on top of my own feet.

It was hot. He was heavy.

And that felt nice.

“I liked… cuddling, with you. This was just more… forceful cuddles.” I said dumbly, not sure how to explain it. The feel of it. The weight pressing down on my body. His meaty, furry, heavy, musky body on top of my own. Pressed, hugged against him until our bodies formed together. “It was nice. Being with you.”

“Forceful cuddles, huh?” Duncan said in disbelief. He let out a snort, a bark of a laugh and then continued to do so until he ran out breath. “Let me get this straight. You want me to force myself on you?”

“I never said that!”

“I’m not hearing a no…” Duncan smirked, giving me a leisured once over with his eyes. “You.” He said. I gave him a look at that. “Come here.” He motioned with a hand. I refused and this seemed to amuse him further. “Oh? You want me to drag you over here?” Duncan reached for me.

I pulled back. It wasn’t quick, it wasn’t enough, and he easily caught my wrist. His large man hand could easily encircle my wrist with his fingers as, with a tug, he pulled me closer to him. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t gentle either. Duncan made it look so easy, tugging a grown ass man closer to him. It was a tug that turned into a pull until I was on top of him again. Resting against his chest as he rubbed my back. The pit bull flopped back onto the bed with me in his arms and I felt his chest rumble approvingly.

“My, my. What a funny man I found.” Duncan teased the idea around, nosing my hair. He sniffed me. The pit bull was sniffing me. “You just love when big Duncan flexes his muscles, don’t you?” The pit bull didn’t need to make his pecs bounce against my face but did so anyways. “Want me to tug you and pull you. Lay on you and smother you under me…”

Duncan didn’t need to roll over as he said this, but he did.

Easing me onto my back, Duncan continued to support my body with a strong arm wrapped around my side. He lazed me back, hovered over me before slowly, carefully, began to lay down on me. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. I didn’t stop him though. I just watched and wondered how it’d feel, again, to be like his.

First there were his legs against mine. His short fur rubbing against my naked form as he slid them one by one between, around my legs and then pressed, a bit stronger, against my groin with his own. His plump, fat sheath hung between those strong thighs, and I could feel him beginning to get a stiffy through the furry sheath as it rubbed against my hard dick. His sack draped over my own and I felt his hefty orbs sag lower.

It, he, pushed his sheath against my semi-hard cock and I couldn’t help moaning with him as he rubbed it against me. A slow, steady grind. The fleshiness was so warm, his fur was so soft and there was a bit of sweat to hit. Heat. That made me groan low as he rubbed up and down against me. Sliding that filling sheath up and down against my cock.

He was bigger than me. He didn’t comment on this. It was just a fact we were both aware of. Duncan was bigger, larger than me in every aspect and he both did and didn’t hold that against me. He pressed the stiffy against my dick, pressing his groin down over mine and, without a word, reminded me of what a big man he was.

“That’s right,” Duncan loved to talk during sex, I was beginning to realize that. “You love feeling this body,” his hand rubbed up over my side and pressed back down it. Forcing his digits a bit against my skin as he laid his firm stomach against my own. Still slowly lazing over me. Pressing down on me. Trapping me under his bulk.

He was already heavy and only half of the pit bull was on top of me. The bed sunk down from where we laid. Duncan using one arm to support his upper body as he looked down at me. Watching me. Despite this strange, kinky BDSM we were doing with each other, Duncan made sure nothing directly hurt. Just that pressure. That weight on top of me. Not enough to bruise, not enough to break anything.

Just enough for me to feel, to know that he was there. How strong he was. How helpless I was before him. This strong dog and this weak man. It made me shudder, gooseflesh forming on my arms from the contrast of the colder room and his hot, musky body.

“Fuck,” I breathed the word out. Trembling. I was freaking trembling under him and the action, the sight of me like this, only aroused him further.

He grinded his sheath against me. Stroking it up and down, rubbing that fleshy fur against the side of my shaft and my toes curled.

“I wonder if I could just get you off like this.” He teased me. He was messing with me. Yet, he never stopped. Duncan kept going at that slow, almost leisured pace. Working his hips down against mine, rolling them upwards and against me. He was doing this like a work out.

And enjoyed every second of it.

I huffed, looking down at our bodies pressed against each other. My hands lifted, rubbing over his sides now. His thin fur ran between my fingers as they laced over his back and down to his ass. I grabbed a hold of it, taking handfuls of that meaty ass and gave it a strong squeeze.

Duncan growled approvingly above me.

I spread his cheeks, and that growl deepened.

“I don’t bottom, Douglas.” Duncan said. It wasn’t a question. It was blunt and direct, and I could appreciate that.

“Do you like to do anything back there?” I asked, knowing absolutely nothing about this pit bull outside of our sexual encounters with one another.

Duncan’s muzzle opened, about to say no, but stopped at the last second. “What did you have in mind?” He asked, tilting that large head of his to the side slightly. His floppy ears swayed with the motion and one of his jowls hung open, showing his teeth, as he waited for my response.

“I wasn’t sure if,” I slid a finger between his crack. I could feel him tense, his ass cheeks catching my finger like some weird Venus fly trap. “You liked the feel or not.”

“I don’t like insertion. Back there…” Duncan was the embarrassed one now, not making eye contact. It was interesting how open he was about this, despite not being open for other things. He was blushing, sure. Embarrassed about admitting such a thing. As if it somehow made he look weak before me.

I continued to rub and pet over his ass, easing the tension in those muscles until he loosened enough for me to tease another finger between those cheeks.

“What about tongue?” That made his brain bluescreen from the look that crossed over his face. He stared, not at me, but at the pillow behind my head for at least a good solid minute. I patiently waited.

“Explain.” He said, glaring at me as if he were deciding to punch me or not. Duncan pressed his weight down against me a bit more and I was beginning to lose feeling in my toes. He was a heavy man.

“Have you never been tongued back there before?” I didn’t mean to laugh. The idea was amusing enough to get me to crack a smile. Which, apparently, wasn’t the thing Duncan wanted to hear as he growled in reply. “Rimming? Have you never heard of a rim job?”

“Do people actually do that?” Duncan asked, completely honest with the question. I had to contain the laugh to my voice this time. He was just so damn innocent; it was kind of remarkable. I wanted to ruin him. I mean, enlighten him to these things.

“People do a lot of things.” I shrugged. Duncan thought this over, trying to figure something out. Most likely if I was into it or if he’d like it as he quickly turned back towards me.

This wasn’t the kind of pillow talk I was expecting, but it was still kind of fun. Duncan had some of the best reactions out of all the dog’s I’ve met. He wore his heart on his sleeves. The good and bad things. When something like this came up, you could almost see his thought process as he worked it out in his head. Every emotion crossing over his face, trying to be masked shortly after by anger.

“Are you one of those people?” Duncan asked, very accusingly as if it was some great mortal sin to eat out another man’s ass.

“I’ve done a lot of things, Duncan. With a lot of people.” I replied with another casual shrug, trying to keep my face as neutral as possible. “So, yes, I’ve done that.”

His eyes instantly shot towards my mouth before looking away. He squirmed a bit, shifting his weight on top of me. I winced but didn’t say anything about it.

“Isn’t that… disgusting?” He asked, nose wrinkling at the thought. It took me a second. I forget, a lot of the time, that virgins and others unfamiliar with sex don’t know about the prep work people do in advance.

It’s not like you just randomly wake up in the morning and then go do something halfway into the day. You prep, you clean, you prepare yourself or body for the physical act. Intercourse could be very disgusting, like Duncan asked…

“That’s why you have to prep.” I gave a quick, run down on what people normally do in this kind of situation. Going over some of the icky details and talking about them in a very unsexy manner. Not to say my parents talked to me about this, but, through experience, I learned the dos and donts of sex.

From using baby wipes, to cleansing foams. Some even use lotions to help. Others actually need to use dildos to stretch themselves open with before they get topped by a big guy like Duncan. I was an experienced lover and knew the ins and outs of these without really needing to think about it.

For someone like Duncan, the pit bull might need to be guided through it before we could do half the stuff I had in mind.

Duncan’s brow had scrunched up so much it looked like a unibrow with his wrinkled forehead, trying to decipher the clues of these lewd acts as if it were some other kind of foreign, ancient language that needed to be deciphered.

“Remember the other day? In the closet…?” I left that open ended. We had done a lot of stuff together. Apparently Duncan hadn’t really thought about the details all that much and more the act itself.

“That was in the front, though.” Duncan said, ears folding back. He still refused to look at me. “I always make sure to clean up a bit. Trim. Do that kind of man care down there…”

“Exactly,” I agreed with as it was easy to go off of something Duncan already normally did. Most likely hoping the pit bull had done these things in hopes of getting lucky with Junkyard this vacation. It worked in my favor, so I wasn’t complaining. “I was dated this guy, right? Well, it was more of a date. We met up, had some chemistry and then planned to go into the alleyway to fool around.”

“The alley? Really, Douglas?” Duncan gave me a judgmental look and I booped his nose for that. He growled but I took it as a win that he didn’t choke me after.

“Let me finish!” I rolled my eyes at that. “Anyways, we get into the alley. Making out, fooling around. It’s getting hot and heavy and when I go to get down there? Nope. Done. There was no way I was continuing any of that.” And I laughed, blushing at the disturbing memory. “Man needed like five showers before I’d venture into those dank pits.”

“Just like that?” Duncan’s eyes widened at the horrifying thought of being blue balled.

“Hey! Even I have standards, thank you very much.” I added with a bit of a bite to it. Making sure that he knew I wasn’t about to lower my standards, which to be fair were already pretty low, just for a quick fling. “Sex isn’t a one-person job. Both parties need to do their part. Bottoms need a lot of prep and tops need to make sure they’re not… that.” I cringed again at the thought.

In a way, I had gotten extremely lucky with the dogs at the lodge this past week. None of them were fugly, none of them smelled bad and all of them had been, let’s say, very good boys about both personal hygiene and safety.

“Just like that.” Duncan repeated two more times, mumbling the words out. Before I could stop him, the pit bull was jumping out of bed. For a second I thought he really wasn’t into this kind of thing. Then he went into the bathroom, and I heard the sink running.

“What the hell are you doing?” I started to get up, but he leaned back out for our eyes to meet.

“Don’t get out of bed!” Duncan ordered, pointing at his eyes then at me to say he was watching me. “I need to clean my asshole first!” Then he ducked back inside the bathroom and I could hear him mumbling. “No dumb ass human going to blue ball me, again, and get away with it. Stupid Douglas. Needing to eat me ass. He want to eat my ass? I’ll give the tastiest ass he’s ever had…” And he didn’t stop mumbling even more explicit things after that. Something about a buffet and how we wouldn’t need breakfast this morning.

“How poetically put.” I rolled my eyes, lying back in bed. Waiting for him to be done. I just hope he was thorough. The worse thing was to be half way into the act and end up stopping because an unforeseen, but preventable, thing came up like that.

It gave me plenty of time to sort my thoughts and feelings about all this.

Okay, let’s look this over. Duncan was a bit crass and blunt. He wasn’t very romantic from what I’ve seen. He was sexually aware, at least, and had done the basics. Let’s call them vanilla sex. The bare minimum, frankly, for me to consider an actual relationship. I had enough stuff on my plate to deal with. I wasn’t about to teach no virgin the ins and outs.

I lifted up a hand, counting things off as I heard the shower going the next second. I glanced over, seeing the butt naked pit bull jump into the shower before cursing, loudly, at the frigid temperatures.

“Why the hell is there ice in here?” Duncan was shouting, stomping his feet and just yelling in general.

“Anger,” I checked off one finger. “But he has a nice ass,” I did have to give him a point in his favor for that. “He’s very defensive. Guarded would be a good way to put it…” Could I fault him for something that had happened in the past? “He’s very needy, but he also can respect my personal space. Sometimes.” I ended up laughing at how needy he’d been last night in bed. Wanting to cuddle more than anything else.

This was all so… well, it was a lot. A lot of things had happened all within the same week.

My arms fell down, taking up the entire bed as I laid there in the center of it looking up at the ceiling.

“What am I doing?” That was a good question to ask about almost every single aspect of my life. “Duncan, though?” I heard something slip, a thud against the wall and another series of curses. I could only assume the pit bull had slipped on the soap as he tried to scrub between his ass cheeks. “You know we could’ve just done it in the shower!” I called to him.

“Now you tell me!” Duncan called back.

“Should I join you?” I asked, with far too much amused enjoyment from his suffering.

“Stay. Put!” Duncan was on a mission, and it would’ve been wrong of me, at this point, to stop the man.

“Duncan… huh.” I really didn’t see that one coming. Out of all the guys here at the lodge? He was the one I wanted something with? Did I want something more with him? This was… kind of a lot. I wasn’t sure how much he wanted from this. How much I wanted or was ready for.

Sitting up, I looked towards the sliding glass door, towards the back. Out towards the trees where I had caught Duncan last night.

Maybe he only wanted someone this weekend? We’d drop the act afterwards and I could try and attempt to get my shit back together. What if, though? That thought was warm and fuzzy in my chest, or belly… or maybe I was just hungry. Still, the idea of going home with someone after losing someone…?

Am I rebounding?

“Fuck.” I fell back to the bed as I heard the shower stop and the automatic fur dryers kick in. It would be sometime before Duncan was finished drying off.

I didn’t want to use Duncan after finding out just how sensitive he could be. Sleeping with Buddy was just that. The physical act of enjoyment with no strings attached? Two friends fooling around. The longer I stayed here, hung out with and was around Duncan… I knew he would want more.

From me? From anyone? Would he want anyone else…?

The thought made me feel… jealous? Fuck. Was I jealous of the idea of Duncan going after anyone else here? I felt the same with Hunter, to a reasonable degree. I was only human. I wasn’t about to fault Hunter for hooking up with another guy. I’d fault Junkyard for cheating on Duncan though. Hurting this guy.

This sweet, stupid, idiot of a man…

“Good.” Duncan was back the next minute. Panting, looking exhausted, the pit bull came in from the bathroom as if he’d just got out of the ring. He did look like a wrestle. So thick and wide and just… huh. I guess I really did like the way he looked.

He was taller than me. Thicker, wider and just… thick. Duncan had a good solid set of shoulders, a strong neck and a big head. Most pit bulls and other breeds of dogs like that had bigger heads. It didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would as he walked over. Or rather, strutting on over.

Trying to act like some hot shit. The heat from the shower made his balls hung low and they slapped against those thighs as he walked towards me. It made me smile, despite myself. Seeing him act all full of himself and confident after the hilarious shitshow I heard from within the bathroom minutes before.

“All cleaned up.” Duncan said. I wanted to point out that you weren’t exactly supposed to say that. It wasn’t the normal sexy talk you shared beforehand.

Then again, this wasn’t a hook up anymore, was it? People would go take “powder breaks” or “Freshen up” when they were hooking up. Anyone in the know knew exactly what they meant. And those who didn’t? Didn’t need to know. That was how it was done. You don’t talk about the unsexy parts of sex. You just… prep and do it. Put your pants back on after and leave.

“Huh.” I said rather stupidly, and he looked at me. I shouldn’t be this surprised by now, but I kind of was.

“What?” Duncan quickly glanced down. He fiddled with his bits and parts, fondling his junk before me as if to look for a spot he hadn’t cleaned up. “I got all the soap off, right?”

“No, I mean yes, yes you did.” I laughed, sitting up a little. “Just realized something.”

“What?” Duncan was a bit hesitant again. Careful. Like he was walking on eggshells around me, like he did around Junkyard. Afraid I’d stop us from fooling around? To blue ball him again? Poor bastard. I’d have given him a quick hand job out of pity at this point.

I’ve done far worse for other friends.

“Oh, just that I’m going to, uh, be staying here. With you. In this room.” I said looking around the room. It was identical to my own room. Just slightly larger. There was a mini fridge and a set of glasses. It looked like this room was cleaned up more than mine had been. It must be some kind of deluxe suite compared to my bare ass bones one.

“Uh, well, yeah. That’s what we agreed on… right? O-our room?” Duncan took a hesitant step closer then another. He sat at the far side of the bed. Not even daring to touch me. Afraid he’d scare me off, most likely.

“Oh! Totally, yeah, sorry.” I apologized for zoning out. “Just… we’re going to fuck and I’m going to stick around. Not just another night, slipping out in the morning. We’re going to have sex and I’ll be here… after. But like… the entire week. After…” I trailed off a little, feeling like the slut I’d been this weekend. “Huh.” I wasn’t bothered by that, not really. It just sort of dawned on me. “Wow.”

“Wow?” Duncan frowned, confused over why I was having this very strange epiphany. “Because…?”

“I picked you.” I muttered, thinking it over. It must’ve sounded worse than what I meant from the look on Duncan’s face. “I mean! Fuck, why are you sitting over there?” I patted the spot next to me. Even moving the covers aside.

The pit bull looked at the spot. Looked at me, then back at it. His hand fidgeted as if about to move, then he rose slowly. Carefully. Butt naked he walked over to sit next to me. All his confidence gone just as quickly as it had come.

“Are you cold?” I asked, putting the blanket over him.

“I don’t get cold like you do…” Duncan said with a monotone voice. His face was blank, and his eyes were wearily watching me. Poor bastard really was a jumpy guy. Always needing to walk on those egg shells had really done something to him.

“Duncan? Can I ask you something…?” I said and he paused, freezing on the spot. His back went rigid and his shoulders stiffened. “Why did you pick me?” He blinked once. Then twice, just staring at me. “I mean. Out of everyone here. Like, why me? Do you… we don’t even know each other,” I placed a hand on the bed, and he glanced down at it. “You can touch me. If you want.”

“Right…” He answered slowly, carefully.

He did. He placed a hand over mine and rubbed a finger on top. Just staring down at the spot, then he scooted closer to me. Close enough that our legs were touching.

“I like. How you like me.” Duncan said carefully, forming the words out as he thought over each of them. “I like how you agreed to this. How you want me, me…” He said again and his ears fell. “To touch you. Talking to you, to me.” He frowned. “Its…”

“Its?” I waited.

“Nice.” Duncan let out a breath, snorting and shaking his head. “Fuck. This pussy girly stuff is hard. I thought you wanted to just eat my ass.” The pit bull turned away from me.

“Well. I mean, sure.” I didn’t deny that. “It doesn’t mean we can’t talk first. Or after.” I added on and he looked over at me. “I guess…? IF we’re really going to do this, Duncan. We should at least act like a real couple. It won’t take long for the others to find out we’re together. It’s fooling them that’ll be tricky.” I conceded and he didn’t disagree with that. “If you want to do this for the rest of the week? We need more than just us slapping our dicks together.”

Duncan snorted at that. “You really do have your mind in the gutter…” He didn’t say he didn’t like it. I could even see some redness take the inner parts of his ears. I felt his thumb rubbing over the top of my hand.

“Well?” I was about to continue, then Duncan threw my own words back at me.

“What do you like about me?” Duncan was clearly just parroting what I had said. It was still a valid question. Even if we were only trying to trick our friends, it was still something I only had recently begun to think about.

“Your hot.” Okay, maybe that didn’t take as long as I thought it would. Even Duncan was surprised by my quick response. “I like your body. I love your ass. I want to suck on your tits and eat your ass,” I shrugged, and Duncan quickly covered his groin further with the blanket. “When I first saw you? I thought you were an arrogant asshole.”

“Fuck you.” Duncan growled, that defense response kicking in again.

“Then I saw how soft and vulnerable you could be the first time we, uh, were together.” I said, recalling the time in the shower. The way Duncan had practically broken down in my arms. “Then, I guess… you were fun.”

“Fun?” Duncan lifted an eyebrow, waiting for me to go on. I had a feeling that this guy needed to be told that water was wet.

“Yes, fun.” I laughed. More of a giggle, and I tried to brush that off as I cleared my throat, all manly like. “Down in the game room? Us fooling around. Messing with each other. Teasing you. Running away from you even…” I paused, thinking it over. “I guess, I liked it because I knew you’d chase after me…?”

“You… want me to chase you? First the crushing, now this?” Duncan asked, letting out a snort of amusement.

“Well. Sure. Because it’s you.” I said, looking into those soft eyes. He acted all tough. I wouldn’t be surprised if Duncan was thinking of getting a tattoo or had one of those metal chain collars to wear around back home. Acting all tough and bad ass. “It was fun, because it was… you.”

And it had been.

He drove me insane at times. He was loud and arrogant and could be so stupid. But… I kept coming back. I kept wanting to tease him. To fuck with him. Blow on his ear, twist his nipple or grab his ass. I wanted to mess with him. Hang out with him.

“Talking with you,” I said my thoughts aloud. “Watch shows with him. Wonder what kind of music he likes. Wondering if he wants to go somewhere and listen to it, together. Share earbuds and just take a day off listening to music. Or maybe go to dinner sometime? Does he have allergies? Does he mind how I eat? Does he think I’m fat?” I blushed a bit. “Saying this shit out loud is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but it’s what you do… when you want to begin dating someone?” I wasn’t sure why I phrased it as a question, but I did.

Still trying to understand my own feelings behind it all. It’s funny how the sex aspect of this? It was easy. It was fun, simple and, damn, not to brag, I was good at it. The dating aspect was far more complicated, and it was why I think we both were having a hard time with this.

“Did you talk about this with Hunter?” Duncan asked, pressing his hand down on top of mine. I was the one who look at it. His larger hand over mine. It felt nice. It looked right. Maybe I was just a size queen, but I liked Duncan being bigger than me.

“At times. Near the beginning. When we first began dating…” I trailed off, chewing my lip. “It starts well. Good. Then it trails off and ends without ending.”

“What did he say?” Duncan was the one watching me now. Reading what I was thinking.

“He didn’t… didn’t like it. Talking like that. The harder stuff in life. The bad stuff. No drama, he began saying. He was online all the time. Just focusing on the good. Never really addressing or talking about reality, our life. Never watched the news, never thought about reality. Just his DJ bullshit and, well, being on his phone.” It was hard to say if Hunter had always been like that or had become like that. “It drove me crazy, by the end. The fake little world he was living in.”

I only ever remembered the bad stuff with Hunter. The good stuff? The stuff that had to be there in the beginning? I couldn’t even recall at that moment. Which, in a way, made me feel even sadder about our breakup.

“Junkyard would just cry.” Duncan rolled his eyes, resting back in bed as he thought it over. The scowl on his face told me enough. “Whine like a little bitch whenever I mentioned jobs or looking for side work to do. To get off his fucking phone. He just ate and was on his phone, or watching those clips online on the PC I had built for him. Nothing. A whole lot of nothing as I worked my ass off to support us. That’s all I got from that relationship. Nothing and blue balls.”

He hadn’t let go of my hand. Duncan was holding it tighter. Giving it a squeeze, just frowning as he thought of it all. Using me to comfort his sour mood.

“I-,” I began but he cut me off. Still continuing the talk. I let him. I didn’t try and talk over him or run him over. I let Duncan talk. He needed it and I liked listening to him talk.

“I wanted. To try stuff…” Duncan said slowly, licking his lips before continuing. “I wanted to do more in the bedroom. Out of the bedroom,” Duncan said getting a bit bashful. “It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried stuff. He just wasn’t that kind of… guy. Then he lost all the weight, and he became even more… more him.” That made the pit bull mood sink.

“What did you want to do?” I asked instead, refocusing his attention from the bad memories on possible future good ones I could give him.

“I wanted to hold hands in public.” Duncan was still frowning as he squeezed my hand tightly. I wanted to laugh. I had meant sexually, what he had wanted. But I guess, as his pseudo date this worked out as well.

“I’d like that.” I tried to keep the horny thoughts away. He glanced over at me. “I’d like to hold your hand in public. Go out to a movie or a restaurant. Go play basketball in the park or like… stuff?” I offered weakly. “What do you want to do?”

“I…” Duncan thought that over, frowning still. Then his face began to soften. “I want to feel what it’s like for another guy to eat my ass.” He said, looking at me. “I want to know what it’s like to wake up and having morning sex.” Duncan took a second. “I want to fool around in a… a hot tub as well,” his ears sunk with his muzzle, looking down at the sheets. Then at us holding hands. “And I want to do that with you. If… if you like.”

“Sure.” Like I was going to say no to jacuzzi sex, again?

His ears perked up, looking at my face as he waited for me to drop the punchline to some joke.

“And… I want to do that now.” Duncan said slowly, carefully. Still looking at my face. He squinted his eyes as if trying to see the truth behind my words. “With you.” He added as if afraid I’d somehow think he meant someone else. “Alone. Together.” I had to resist rolling my eyes at the way he was acting. “Together. Us. No one else… now.”

“Jacuzzi sex?” I asked. “I’d probably need my swim trucks for the first part of it…”

“NO, well, yes.” Duncan huffed, getting a bit worked up. I couldn’t help but tease him. “Later. We can always do that… later.” He licked his lips. I noticed he flexed a bit. “Didn’t you want to do stuff now, here, with me?” He asked. It was a bit of a bait, but I didn’t feel like Duncan meant to do that.

Duncan needed confirmation. He wanted someone to need him. Needed someone to want him. That was his thing. His kink, really. His insecurities didn’t matter when your partner was fawning over you. Drooling over your body. Wanting to lick your toes, sniff your armpit and suck on your fat nuts. I wasn’t about to do that twenty-four seven. So, I tried something else to reset the mood.

I kissed him.

A touch to the side of his broad snout, brushing a hand over his cheek as I moved in. Quick, but not fast. Letting there be a slight delay, a natural build up, before turning my head one way and kissed him square on the lips. Deep and passionately as I placed a hand on his thick thigh, moving my body closer and closing the little space there was between us. His mouth was warm. His tongue was hot, easily forcing it’s way into my mouth as he reciprocated my affectionate display after recovering from the initial shock of it.

I doubted Junkyard ever kissed him during, before, or after sex.

My hand slipped in, closer to his groin. A finger brushed him, he stiffened and I felt Duncan suck in his stomach… Then I was on my back.

I was on my back the next second. Duncan was over me. Our lips never broke apart as he French kissed me. Deep and passionately, he kissed me. Harder. Rougher. Pushing down on me. Smacking loud noises filled the air with our increasingly labored breathing. Heat. Hot. Sweat. He was sweating as he pulled the blanket aside. Out from under me and towards the end of the bed. Using a foot to kick it the rest of the way off.

His hands were on me next. Touching me. Feeling me. Giving me heavy pets as he groped and felt me up. Not my groin. Just my body. My arms and legs. He wanted to touch me, feel me as much as I wanted him. It was arousing. Arousing to have a partner so into you that they just couldn’t keep their hands off you.

He wasn’t looking, I didn’t care. Duncan was looking around the bed, probably trying to figure out where we needed to be in it seeing as how he positioned me the next second. Moving me to the center of the bed, setting aside the pillows and then moving. He was on top of me one second and then turning around the next.

“I’ve never done this before.” Duncan said, looking back at me with his ass hovering over my face. “Do I just sit?” While, normally, I’d have said yes. After being crushed this morning, I knew I needed to explain things a bit more thoroughly to prevent things from repeating themselves.

“Slowly,” I began. Lifting up my hands, I easily caught his ass. I could feel his weight increase and I carefully lowered his bulky, muscular body down over me. “Carefully get on your knees, be more comfortable.” I added and he did.

One leg pushed down against the bed next to me, then the other took a knee with it. Ass still lifted up; Duncan reached back to pull at one of his cheeks. Spreading them as he looked at me. Giving me a good look at his tailhole. A soft pink pucker.

“Is this what you want?” He asked and it took me a second to realize he wanted, needed that encouragement.

“I want your hot sweaty ass on my face.” I said as seriously as I could without laughing at the absurdity of admitting such a thing out loud. “Smother me. Let me taste you, smell you, feel you.” I said whatever came to mind, petting up and down one of his legs. Encouraging him more.

His tailhole clenched as Duncan flexed his lower body, growling low and deep as he took the words in. Placing a hand down on my leg, the pit bull straddled my face. I could feel the heat of his ass even before touching it. There was steam still rising from his freshly washed fur and he was wiggling it back and forth in front of my face. Shaking that booty for me to enjoy.

“Y-yeah, you want this. You want me. Want my ass.” Duncan confidence grew with every word he said. I could see, could feel, his toes flexing next to me. His large paw padded toes clenching tightly as he took another deep breath between clenched teeth. “Do I just… sit?”

“Not your fully weight.” I quickly said. “It’s not sitting on a chair. It’s more like, uh, how do I put this? Sitting on a dildo. Or a dick.” I crudely describe. “You don’t just plop down. You slowly ease your weight onto it, feeling how it’s doing. You don’t want to accidentally break it.”

“Break your face with my ass…” Duncan had to take a second to process that thought. “Okay. Just. Slowly, then? Like squats.” He asked and I gave a thumbs up as he lowered himself.

I wasn’t sure why I wanted this. I was still mostly flaccid at this point as those warm, firm ass cheeks pressed down against my face. My nose slid between the pit bull’s crack and my breath moistened his tail hole. Duncan stiffened at the feel, and I wasn’t about to go easy with him.

I couldn’t.

Maybe it was the smell of him. The feel of that raw heat from his still warm body that did it for me. His ass cheek rubbed against the side of my face and the flesh against my nose was slightly damp still. It was hot, he was heavy, and I liked it.

I… I wanted this. I wanted to tease him. Play with his tail hole and make this big, muscular canine howl my name.

My nose pressed against his fuzzy crack, just under the tail, and I exhaled again. Slow and hot, open mouthed against the pit bull’s tail hole. I could see the pucker clench. See him stiffen at the feel of it. Reacting to my teasing. It was a good sight and I’m glad he was as sensitive here as he was elsewhere. Then I licked it. A flick of my tongue tip against his sensitive ring.

He yelped.

I swear, he yelped. Nearly jumping off, the pit bull had to stop himself from retreating at the feel. His thick thighs squeezed the sides of my head, and I was afraid he was about to pop it like a watermelon. I wouldn’t doubt he’d be able to do so. Not with those thighs.

It was kind of hot. Being between those thick muscular thighs, feeling the pressure of them squeeze my head. The feel of this pit bull surrounding me, squeezing me. How much larger he was, stronger he was than me.

“Ah,” Duncan huffed out. I was sure he was covering his face with his hands. Using his leg strength alone to hold himself up. Rather impressive. It only made those legs flex more for me. “That felt…” I waited for it. “Do it again.” He growled and I did as he lowered his hunches back down as if planning to sit on his knees.

I caught his weight, again, with both hands and spread his cheeks. There was less resistance from the pit bull, and I took it as the a-okay to continue.

A flick of a tongue once, then twice. Licking on one side then the other. Before he could fully register what he was feeling, I teased the center of his tight pucker, and I felt him squeeze it around the tip of my tongue as he growled.

“Douglas!” He breathed out. I don’t think his toes had unclenched since we started. “Easy.”

“What would you do if I don’t?” I asked as he lifted his hips slightly. I grabbed hold of his thighs and brought his ass back down. Coaxing it to return to where it had been. Nosing over his pucker before, without waiting for a response, licked it again.

Making out with the pit bull’s ass.

Slower this time. Deliberately licking from the bottom to the top, right across that sealed puckered hole. Pushing the flat of my tongue against it. Teasing it. Teasing him. I felt him shudder above me, gasping out a breath as I repeated the action several times. Slower this time.

He liked that. He liked it when I took my time. Duncan liked when I pressed my lips against his pucker, kissing it deeply before tonguing it. Teasing it. Licking around it clockwise as I drool against it, against him. He’d need another shower as this and neither of us minded.

It was when I pushed my tongue tip against the center, sliding it deeper inside that Duncan really reacted. He let out a meager whine, clenching around my tongue tightly. Squeezing it with all his ass strength before I withdrew, and he eased up.

Then I did it again, just for the hell of it.

This was our first time doing this. I was surprised how sensitive the pit bull could be down here. It might’ve been one reason why he wasn’t a bottom. Not trusting his partner to be careful with him. To take their time and go at his pace. I wanted to say I was taking that into consideration. I wasn’t.

I enjoyed teasing him too much to just stop. I never pushed it past that, though. I still was under him, between his legs. I didn’t want Duncan to retaliate if I pushed things too far too fast.

I enjoyed hearing the sounds he made for me. The jerk of his body. The huffing, panting breaths. I felt hot drool drip against my naked thigh, and it only made me smile more. I spread his cheeks with a hand, sliding the fingers further inside, next to my lips. Digging the fingers in. Just enough to get a reaction from the pit bull. Pulling at that sensitive skin of his crack. Just enough, not enough to hurt him. Just get a response.

Duncan groaned as he succumbed to the feel of it. Nearly falling on top of me as I ate him out.

It really didn’t take much to get him on all fours above me. His ass was slightly lifted, and I had to crane my neck to reach it. To continue to tease it, tease him. From this angle, it gave me easy access to his taint and his fat hanging nuts hanging just above my chest.

I think the pit bull’s brain had clicked off at this point. He was growling a low moan and letting off soft whimpers from my actions as he stayed there on all fours above me.

Duncan wasn’t going anywhere, so I wandered down lower. The licks turned into kisses as I moved down. Nipping and tugging ever so lightly on the sensitive flesh. The thin fur made it easy to reach and I didn’t even second guess myself before pushing in right underneath his sack with my nose. Even after taking a shower, somehow, Duncan still smelled like musky dog.

Fondling and jostling his sack was second nature to me at this point. With one hand I kept myself occupied with that, as I focused my attention made out with the spot. That sweet, sweet spot right underneath a guys sack. Musky, furry, tasty and stimulating, if you know what you were doing. Tasty enough for drool to run down my chin and stimulating enough for the first spurt of the pit bull to release from his now exposed tip onto my stomach.

His sheath was filled nicely, and his tapered tip was poking free from it’s entrance.

I didn’t need to finger his ass, but I did anyways.

“Fuck you, Douglas!” Duncan growled, clenching it around my finger. He didn’t make a move to stop me, and I was glad for that. I was having far too much fun. I even grinded my dick against the side of his face. Duncan growled at that but still didn’t stop me.

I took that as my cue.

“Babe,” I said pulling back from his drool covered nuts, and he stiffened on the spot. “Suck me off while I eat you out.”

“Wh-what?” Duncan voice caught in his throat. I didn’t answer him as I took hold of his ass to continue to eat it out. Licking and sucking on his puckered hole now as I humped towards his face. My dick flopped against my lower stomach, and I think the sound of it was what caught Duncan’s attention first. “S-sure, b-babe.” Duncan really did like repeating what his partner said and did, trying to follow along like the good boy he was.

I felt his cold nose touch my exposed slit and I shuddered at the feel of it. He was sniffing it, sniffing me. Dogs, I swear. Need to sniff everything before they’d put it in their mouth. His mouth opened and I felt the heat of it before he easily enclosed my entire shaft in that steamy hot muzzle. My dick jumped surrounded by that moist heat and a dribble landed on Duncan’s tongue.

I heard and felt him swallow.

Duncan’s tongue was thick. I liked that. I really liked that! It pressed against the head of my shaft roughly, before down it. Around it. My dick sinking into his spongey tongue as he fully took it in. Licking it. Licking me like a bone and I loved it. I felt his breath against my balls, snorting out of his nostrils as the taste of me, the smell of me, got him further worked up.

Fuck that was hot. So hot how he got off on me, got off on my body. He was sniffing my balls while sucking on my cock.

“B-babe,” I said, and he stiffened. “Take my balls as well.” I always wondered if it were possible with a muzzle and was extremely jealous to find out it was.

Duncan’s tongue curled around my shaft, never fully removing from it, before licking at my fat nuts. The tip of his fat tongue licking at them. Licking over them, drooling down the center before finding purchase and scooping them up one at a time into that big drooly maw of his. His teeth closed around the base of my shaft and underneath my sack. I could feel him breathing heavily. Breathing in my musky scent, it wasn’t like I showered that morning as he had.

I think he forgot this fact, tasting me raw in the morning like this. He nosed further, sniffing at me. Under my sack, at my tight, between my legs. Shoving his snout down until his chin pushed against my curls. It didn’t stop him from trying, though and my legs were forcibly spread open.

His dick was leaking out. His fat tapered tip exposed and leaking all over my chest and stomach. I didn’t mind. It only encouraged me more as I worked Duncan’s ass with my tongue. Spit shinning it under the morning light.

I felt him release me and was about to ask when I heard a soft whine.

“B-Babe,” Duncan really liked words of endearment. I added that to the list of things to call him in the future. “My knot is stuck,” that made me freeze up. I had only heard that a couple of times before and that was usually when someone was burying their bone up my ass. “Can you pull it d-down for me?”

It would’ve been so much easier for Duncan to fix it himself. To grab hold of his sheath and work it down, having both the bodily knowledge and position to easily do so. Instead, he asked me to do for him. Wanting me to do this for him. To touch him, rub him. Feel the stretched skin of his sheath and work it down with my fingers, despite it being a bit tricky to do so from the position I was in.

I did it anyways. Despite the trickiness of it, if that’s what he wanted and needed from me right now. I wasn’t about to deny him that.

I didn’t argue or stop what I was doing. I took hold of his firm length, started at the leaking tip and worked my now sticky fingers down to feel where the opening was. Fingering at it, I coaxed and tugged the sheath down and his throbbing length out with it. Duncan really liked this with how his dick was reacting to me helping him get his engorged knot out.

I’ll have to tease him in the future when this happens again. Right now, I was beginning to feel it. He was a heavy guy and this was getting to be a work out for me so early in the morning.

Honestly? I was just glad I always kept my fingers nails trimmed as I traced down that slick, hot, veiny flesh to that opening of his sheath and slipped a finger inside. He gasped, stomach sucking up and with it his sheath. The action pulled my hand up with the moment, trapping my index finger inside his tight sheath against the underside of his rigid shaft.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Duncan said over and over again looking down at that. “Babe, you don’t go sticking your fingers in there.” He said, yet didn’t try to pull my hand out. I felt his shaft pulse and more pre dribbled onto my wrist as his cock throbbed and bobbed, bouncing against my arm and his stomach. It slapped wetly against it. “Deeper.”

“What?” I could barely ask as he pushed his ass back against me.

“Slide your finger deeper inside.” He growled. It sounded both like an order and him begging. I just went along with it. A difficult task with how little room was left. Instead, I continued to work his sheath down to his knot, pulling on the flesh to try and get around the engorged mass.

He whimpered. Duncan whimpered and more hot pre leaked onto my wrist as he pressed his ass down firmly on my face, making it difficult to breathe again as his weight rested on me. Blindly, I used one hand to work his sheath down and his knot out, while using my other hand to support the heavy weight of the pit bull on me.

Eating his ass, jerking his length, I made Duncan make sounds I’ve never heard a guy his size make before.

It took effort, I was sweating by the end of it but finally I got him off. In more ways than one it seemed.

Slipping his knot out, I sunk my fingers into the now free sheath. Fiddling around blindly inside as I felt Duncan tense above me. His entire body flexing, breath sucking between his teeth as I felt his sheath pull up close against his body.

Then a hot sputtered warmth landed on my stomach, thigh and groin. I could smell it, his release was so strong. Then again. Ropes of pit bull splooshed out over my body as Duncan freaking came all over me. He showed no sign of stopping, not at first. He took hold of my hand partially inside his sheath and held it. This motherfucker was holding my hand as he suffocated me with his ass and blew his fat load all over my body.

“Just like that.” I could barely him say. “Just like that.” He repeated himself as he squeezed my hand, dick bouncing free in the air as a warm pool accumulated on my stomach. It easily filled my belly button and then down over my groin.

It was slick and hot. Sticky and wet all at the same time. It ran down my inner thighs and I felt it against my balls as it ran down to my crack. Duncan’s hot seed tickled my tail hole, and I was the one to groan against him. Groan against his tail hole, lips pressed firmly against the man as my nose was barely in position to catch my breath.

“Good boy,” Duncan growled pressing his ass cheeks down on me a bit more. I felt him petting me as he grinded his ass over my face. He placed his hands on my thighs and began working his ass backwards against me. “Taste me. Smell me. Want you to smell like me,” he groaned out as he continued, stroking out what was left. “Think of me.” He repeated it three times more. “Think of me. Think of me…” then he licked me.

I jolted at that.

The feel of his hot, wide tongue lapping at my dick covered in his wet mess was something else. My brain was still trying to comprehend what had slathered my dick, then he goes and licks it. Then around it. The sides, within the crease of my thighs and over my balls. Duncan was cleaning up his mess and, inadvertently, making more as he rubbed his seed over his stomach and chest. Smearing it over my naked body.

Getting it all over as he lapped it up like a thirsty dog.

Collecting most of it, he went down on me and I realized he hadn’t swallowed, yet. Instead, he took the pooled seed on his tongue and began using it as a makeshift lubricant to rub and lick it over my dick with. It felt funny. It made me have that tingling sensation again throughout my body and my toes were curling as Duncan really began going to town on my shaft.

I could taste Duncan’s ass. Smell his heat. He was beginning to sweat from all this, and I could feel my releasing building. I think Duncan felt it as well. He stopped what he was doing, muzzle around my shaft and waited. A tease of his tongue here, a rub there. Keeping me there. At my peak, right before I blew. Keeping that building pressure right at the peak for as long as he could.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take and when I groaned out, my lips were met by the pit bull’s ass, and he fully went down on me. Licking up my nuts as he’d done previously and it was too much. Too much Duncan. He was on me, his ass was against my lips and with his mouth and the heat, the smell, the feel of being sticky and filthy… I came.

I came right in his muzzle as his ass covered my face. All I smelled was him. All I felt was him. Duncan was holding my thigh, petting over it as I came right on his tongue.

There was so much stimulation that I lost myself in the moment, forgetting to breathe as I had to tap out by the end. Slapping his thigh several times like a wrestler would in the ring to end the match. I was done. He was done. He did not need to stay on top of me any longer!

Duncan easily rolled off me and I was staring, panting, up at the ceiling. It was a nice sight to see after his fat sweaty, drool covered furry ass. My face was covered in pit bull. My body was covered with Duncan. I smelled like him. The room smelled like him. A thick musky sweaty dog smell that filled my nostrils and lingered on my tongue.

“Fuck.” I said.

And my dick was still dripping from the canine’s saliva.

“Fuck.” He said.

I could already feel the aches and pains setting in and knew I’d feel this for the rest of the day. I desperately needed a shower and some mouthwash.

“Fuck.” We both could agree on that word. “That was… something.” I felt the need to add something to our lackluster conversation. Duncan laid next to me, partially on his side. The bed sunk in where he was. The pit bull was holding onto the blankets with one hand, refusing to look at me. “Did you, uh, like it?”

“I did.” He said in an almost monotone, like that guy on the commercials. Flat, devoid of any real emotion. It was plain as day that he was thinking about it, or something. The look on the pit bull’s face alone told me that. His eyes kept shifting, moving slightly with his thoughts. Trying to work something out. “Duncan,” I began but he cut me off.

Abruptly sitting up, the pit bull faced towards me.

“I liked it.” He said. “Let’s get breakfast.” And left it at that as he jumped up to join me in the shower. Claiming he didn’t want to feel drool tickling his crack for the rest of the day. He kept groping at it, feeling it with his fingertips. I doubted he’d mind, glancing over at me to make sure I didn’t see him.

I think, maybe, Duncan thought I wouldn’t do that. Or go along with it, with a guy like him. He had that weird self-conscious look on his face as if fighting the urge to hug me or punch me after what I did to him.

“Next time, I’ll top you. How about that.” I couldn’t keep my big mouth shut and ended up running away from the pit bull again who wanted to strangle me. He ended up pinning me in the shower, growling in my face and warning me never to tell anyone what the two of us had done.

Anger might’ve been a mask for his other emotions, but it also helped Duncan deal with them as well. It was a very old school guy response to dealing with things. It still was hella fun teasing the now worked up pit bull.

Hands against his chest, pushed up against the wall in the shower as the hot water rained down on us from above, I kissed him. He was still growling. This dumb dog of a man. Growling because he could feel my fingers lingering around one of those dilf nipples, teasing it, him, ever so slightly as my other hand looped around to grope his ass.

We broke the kiss and I gave a goofy smile.

“Tastes almost as good as your ass does.”

“Stop. Talking. Douglas!” Duncan was cute when he blushed. Just for the hell of it, I teased him a little more.

Pressing our chests against each other, I had to get on my tip toes to place my chin on his shoulder. He held me securely, making sure I didn’t slip as our faces nuzzled against each other and I said, just loud enough to be heard over the shower, a single promise.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll do it again.”

And all I got was a growl in reply before he shoved me against the wall and we made out until the water ran cold.