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The Search for Love : Part 1

Constupro "Pro" Husky (Steven Meadows)

Constupro Husky © 2016 Steven Meadows. Copyright # VAu1247052

I can't believe how cold it is outside. Even for me, a Husky. I can't imagine how my partner is doing. I roll over and looked at my partner for the time being. Jack, a young, strapping Doberman. He has his moments, as do we all. But he fills the void in my heart that has been there for so long. I can't say for certain if he's the one. But he, like many others. Is the one, for right now.

"Jack. You getting up anytime soon?" He can be lazy at times, and overly demanding. I try to keep a neutral role in the relationship, but he acts so dominate at times. I find it hard to keep my head above water. "Jack!" I swear, he's so dense.

"What pro? What is it? I'm trying to sleep." Jack rolls over and looks up at me. He reaches up and cups my maw in his paw. "What is it my sweet?" He reaches around with a free paw and pulls me closer.

I'm really not in the mood for sex, right now. But...he's just so damn hot. I mean, his rock hard body, pitch black fur. And, no matter how I try. I can't resist. He knows all my spots.

"Oh come now Pro. Why don't you give your dobey a little pleasure huh? It is morning after all." He arches his back and grabs my head with a paw.

I'd like to say that I resisted, but the moment the sheets parted, and his musky wafts up too my nose. I couldn't resist anymore. He knows me, all too well. My mouth drools, just a little, as my cock throbs in my sheath.

"Good pup. Pleasure me." He growls.

He's crude, rude, but still. He fills that void of loneliness. The moment my maw is under the covers, it instantly comes in contact with the tip of his cock. It's already red hot and throbbing out of its sheath, fully swollen. Pre dripping from the tip, rubbing onto my lips. A shiver runs down my spine in anticipation. He tastes...so good.

I always feel amazing during sex. Jack always hits my spots, makes me feel incredible. His moaning, his grunts, his feral lust. It lets me know I'm doing a good job. He always gets off, always. And I'm more than happy to please him.

But, when we're done. He just get's up and walks away. We never kiss, or cuddle anymore. He just gets up, gets dressed, and leaves for the day. I don't know what he does for work, he won't tell me. And something tells me, that I don't want too know. He provides for me, and that's all I should care about...right?

I need to get going, get my day started. First, time to wash. I smell of sex, sweat, and miscellaneous bodily fluids. Off to the shower! My favorite part of the mornings. A hot, steamy shower. Always rinses my worries away. I feel free, and at peace as the water runs down my fur.

Jack has a rule, If you're home, Pro. You're naked. I don't really mind it. I prefer to be naked, I enjoy the feel of the air against my fur. It definitely makes it easier to get ready to shower. As I step into our shower, large, granite tile everywhere, I have to remind myself time and time again. It's real. This home, this lifestyle. The rich life, does exist. I look around the shower, glass on three sides, ceiling so high, I can't even reach it if I jumped. There are twelve jets of water that spray against my body. I love it. I love the lifestyle. But I always then begin to wonder, as I shower, letting my mind roam. Is this what 'love' really is? Do I 'love' Jack? Or am I just content?

I run my paws down my chest, my young, soft fur. I keep it as clean and groomed as possible. I've seen some older dogs, and the lack of maintenance. There fur just become nasty, matted, and rough. Just because I'm 19, doesn't mean I'll be 19 forever. And I do like the look the other boys give me, when I'm allowed to leave the home. Yes, allowed. Jack is pretty strict on his rules.

The boys turn their heads, some even ask me for ID. They never believe my age. I look way younger. But, I suppose, that's because I'm a pup at heart. I guess it doesn't hurt that I have a very young body as well. It is frustrating at times, trying to buy stuff with my credit card. They don't believe me. They think my ID is fake. But, I digress. This is how my mind wanders when I shower.

I reach down, sliding one paw in between my butt cheeks. My tail pulled to the side. I massage my tailhole ever so gently, a little moan slipping from my lips. My other paw finds its way down too my sheath and balls, cupping both ever so gently.

I grind my teeth, forcing me to pull my paws away. Jack never lets me cum without him home. Somehow he knows. I almost feel like he has cameras watching me. You will only cum, when I say you can cum. He says. Which...honestly, isn't very often. It's excruciating.

I step out of the shower and look out the bathroom window at our neighbor. My cock throbs at the thought of him. I've had a crush on him for over a year now. I just hope Jack never finds out.

Seriously though. Whenever I look over at him, my heart stops. There is really only one major problem, other than Jack, that is. I sigh as I lean against the bathroom counter, my sheath against the cold poured concrete counter top as I watch, the man I've been lusting after since he moved in next door. I watch, as part of my heart stops, every time a different women walks into his house. Every time this man kisses them, makes love to them. And then, two to three weeks later. Finds another woman.

Silly right? I mean, why am I falling for a man who is clearly a womanizer? A straight, womanizing man. It should be disgusting and appalling, but still. Something about this tiger. His white fur, black strips. His tall, skinny body. Almost so effeminate that if I didn't know any better. I'd say he was gay.

I shake my head, wow. How blatantly rude I'm being. I'm not one for applying stereotypes to people. Ugh, whatever. I need to start cleaning around the house. It has to be spotless for when Jack gets home. And I mean, spotless.

After letting my fur dry enough that it doesn't drip, I head over to the indoor swimming pool in the back of the house. The glass ceiling and walls allow immense light in. The sun, warming my fur, sending shivers up my spine, my hair standing on end. I love the sun. I just wish I could see more of it. But, I love Jack, and this is one thing I sacrificed for our relationship.

I stand there on the concrete, as the sun beats down on my fur. I take a deep breath, my body relaxing. I feel my sheath swell just slightly. I blush and leave the pool area. I'll clean it later, but I can't be getting distracted. The sexual tension in me is so much, almost all the time now. I think Jack might have actually forgotten to let me relieve myself. If I can just get away from the house for a few minutes. That's all I would need at this point. I'm about to pop just thinking about it!

Maybe I can head out back and do some yard work. There is a shed out there. I just need to slip on some pants really fast._Always look high fashion. Always look classy. Never look trashy or poor_as Jack would say. So, I run into my room and grab down a pair of Furnation jeans. These things are expensive. I couldn't even imagine spending $300 on a pair, but, for Jack. It's nothing. No really. It's nothing...Except sexual favors for a month...

As soon as I finish pulling these jeans on, tucking my sheath away nicely, the doorbell rings. My eyes wide in shock. I mean, no one visits us. We live in a gated home.

The doorbell rings again, and again. I hurry over to the door, which, so you know. Is figuratively a mile away from my room. I'm nearly out of breath by the time I get too the door. I pull it open, "Yes, yes?" when I come face to chest with a white tiger. My heart jumps into my throat.

"Hi. You must be Constupro, right? I've seen you around. I'm Elusive." He offers me his paw.

I stand there, like a total dope. The man, I've been idolizing, is staring at me...and he wants me to touch him. Oh no...no not now. Stop that. "H-h-hi. Nice t-too meet you. Yes. How can I help?" I return the pawshake.

Shit, shit. Please. Don't...My pants tighten. I feel myself swelling. And I DON"T have a shirt on. Oh god. Oh god. Why now!

"My car won't start, and my cell phone...isn't...working." Elusive looks awfully embarrassed.

But not nearly as embarrassed as I am now. I hide behind the door, the tip of my cock pushing its way out of my belt line. Please go down, please go down.

"Can I use your phone? If it's not too much trouble? I mean I can go if it is..." Elusive says, his hands rubbing his sides nervously.

"S-sure. Just head down this hallway. I have to go to the bathroom really fast...Close the door when you're done!" I turn and run down the hallways, dashing into one of the guest bathrooms. Slamming the door just in time as I grab a hand towel and bite down on it hard. My cock throbs once, twice, pushing its way out of my sheath, fully and completely. I can't resist it. He's so hot, and I'm so horny. God please, not now!

I can hear him talking, but all I can imagine, is his slim body, against mine. I imagine his cock warm against my paw, his maw around my cock. I wonder if he's top or bot, maybe verse. Maybe we can do both. No, why. Stop the thoughts, but man. It feels so good. Oh fuck, I'm going to...Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I bite down on the towel hard, as my cock throbs, knot swelling, releasing a large amount of pent up seed. Weeks worth of cum force its way, painfully I might add, out of my cock, landing on the bathroom sink, counter, and floor.

Elusive shouts from down the hallway, "Thank you, Pro. I'm leaving! See you around."

"Mhmmm" I moan. Oh my god. Did I really just moan at him....

I look down. Both of my paws, my jeans, and my fur, not to mention the bathroom. A mess. Joy. I bring my paw up to my maw and start to lick it clean. Might as well start cleaning this mess up. Hopefully Jack doesn't find out.