Puppylove
Puppy Love
copyright 2009
comidacomida
Paul sat stiffly in his chair, looking across the table at his strange dinner guest; he tried not to stare, but it was easier said than done. Having grown up and lived most of his life in the Midwest, Paul hadn't really had much of a chance to interact with, or even see anyone other than what most folks from his town called 'regular people'. All that changed when he moved out west.
If he had been told as little as a month before that he would end up having a dog over for dinner he would have laughed it off as someone's silly attempt at a joke... yet, that was the case. He kept telling himself that he shouldn't had been so surprised, especially since he knew before moving that the western states were a much more varied melting pot of cultures and peoples. His new friend, Tanner, was an example of that.
Tanner wasn't even his real name, in fact. His parents lived in a predominantly human neighborhood before Tanner was born, and they picked up some of the more human cultural norms, such as naming a baby boy after his father. Tanner's father was named Tan Paw, due to being completely covered in black fur except for a single tan 'sock' on his right paw. Tanner, on the other hand, took more after his mother; he had black fur, except on his muzzle and the inside of his ears.
In order to make things less confusing, shortly after starting school, Tan Paw Junior started going by Tanner. According to the several stories Paul had heard from the dog in the few weeks since they had met, there were many cultural allowances his family had made over the years. Paul remembered hearing some of the stories about how Tanner was required to learn how to use a fork and a spoon, even though they left something to be desired when used in conjunction with a muzzle.
It was that memory that clung to him as he observed his dinner guest trying in vain to find the best way to situate a meatball on a fork and get it into his muzzle without making a huge mess. Paul's staring must have caught Tanner's attention, however, as the dog paused, and glanced over to him and commented neutrally, "Take a picture; it'll last longer." Paul felt himself blush.
"Sorry... it's just..."
"You've never seen a dog do 'x', 'y', or 'z'... I know... I know..." Tanner offered in an exasperated tone with a good natured roll of his eyes, "So the real reason for inviting me over becomes clear: you wanted a floor show to accompany dinner."
"If I wanted a floor show, I'd have offered you peanut butter." Paul countered with a humored wit. He paused when Tanner dropped his fork.
"We're a little sensitive about that sort of thing, thank you very much." the dog noted flatly. Paul tried several times to formulate an apology for what he realized must have been a racist comment, right up until Tanner couldn't hide the smirk on his muzzle, and started laughing. Paul, after a moment, felt the embarrassment flush away from him, and he joined in the laughter.
A short, awkward silence filled the room as they both returned to looking at their food. Paul played with the napkin next to his plate while, across the table, Tanner tried to make due with his utensils once again. "Sorry... it's just... I haven't met a lot of dogs and all."
"And you find me 'intriguing'... right... you've said. Now all we have to do is get you away from the words like 'intriguing' and you won't come across as such a bookworm." the dog commented casually. He picked up the errant meatball on his plate and quickly popped it into his muzzle using two fingers on his left paw.
"If they're bothering you, you don't have to use them." Paul offered. It had taken Tanner 30 minutes to eat half of his meal with utensils, but he finished off the last half and was licking the spaghetti sauce from the plate in less than three minutes. Their eyes met again, and both glanced away; Paul could feel his own grin, and could see one on Tanner's muzzle out of the corner of his eye.
The two met at a shoe store where Tanner worked. According to Tanner, Paul had been the only human who had ever asked him for help-- apparently dogs weren't hired as salespeople, and Tanner was only helping to restock the sales floor. Of course, Tanner had tried to get someone else to help Paul, and Paul, being as self conscious as he was, originally thought that Tanner was trying to avoid him. The scene he made, Tanner later revealed to him, was the stuff of legends at the shoe store. In the end, Tanner ended up buying him lunch, and they'd been friends ever since.
Paul hadn't made many friends since moving out west; in fact, Tanner had been the only one. The young man wasn't particularly outgoing, and, humorously enough, found that he had more in common with the dog than most of the other people he had met during his stay on the west coast. In addition to not being very lively at parties, Paul also preferred to avoid large crowds, and surprised himself that he made a trip to the mall once a week just so he could hang out with Tanner during the dog's lunch breaks. It was during one such visit that he found out something else about Tanner.
It was only last week that Paul had gone to visit the dog at the shoe store. He had arrived early, taking the opportunity to pick up a new shirt at a nearby store not far from Tanner's work. He went to take a seat outside the shoe store, when he saw Tanner talking with another dog. The other dog looked to be a dalmatian of sorts and, before the two parted, they shared a kiss.
At first, considering the other dog's shorter stature and slighter build, (not to mention the kiss), Paul had thought that it might have been a female-- he just wasn't very good at telling dogs apart considering how little time he'd spent around them. As the dog left the shoe store, the dalmatian approached him and asked politely, "Excuse me, do you have the time?" and the voice did not sound female at all. Tanner came out a few minutes later, and they shared quite a long discussion once Paul asked about it.
Tanner had an extended lunch that day, talking for over an hour about how negatively the dog culture viewed same sex relationships. Paul listened the whole time, completely enraptured with the discussion of cultural differences, accepting it as another amazing experience of west coast life. More so, however, he was intrigued at the thought of meeting a gay dog. Tanner had become shunned by his family, and had been living his own life since he was 17. Once Tanner had said his fill, Paul came clean to the dog, telling him about one of many reasons he moved out west, including to provide his own family to analyze his own coming out. The two agreed that, since Paul still talked to his family, he probably got it easier.
The young man looked across at Tanner, who had his elbows on the table with his paws folded together, holding up his muzzle, which lay propped up on them. It was the dog's turn to stare. Paul found himself smiling sheepishly. The two met one more time at the mall before Paul had invited Tanner over for dinner. They got along well and Paul felt comfortable enough inviting the dog into his apartment or, as he deemed it, his 'inner sanctum'.
"I'm... uh... glad you were able to come over." Paul offered, a little unsure of exactly what to say or how to say it.
"Thanks for having me." Tanner offered with a genuine smile. The young man felt a moment of pure warm joy when he heard the sound of the dog's tail beating against the back of the chair. It gave Paul a reason for pause when he questioned why it was that he felt so good about getting a positive review. He realized that he liked Tanner, but he wasn't sure in what way. That thought alone scared him a little.
"Can I... um... be a little nosey?" Paul asked, trying to find a way to ask what he had been wondering for over a week.
"About what?" Tanner inquired.
"That dalmatian that was in the store... the one that started our 'big discussion' last week?"
"Old boyfriend." the dog answered simply, "We're just still on good terms."
"Pretty good terms, it looked like." Paul commented.
"Jealous?" Tanner countered, and Paul heard the dog's tail sounding out a wag against the back of the chair, but it was less noticeable than the beating of his heart against his rib cage. He felt his face flush immediately.
"Just... curious. I... just never saw any guys kissing in public before, and I thought it might have been a little more serious, I guess."
Tanner laughed in response, "A little muzzle-touch is hardly a kiss... it's just a fond way of saying goodbye."
Paul worked to pass off the embarrassment of the situation with a casual laugh, but it sounded strained to his own ears. He was just wonder how to dig himself out of the hole he created when he was given a well-timed reprieve-- the sound of a loud blast of thunder drew the attention to a new topic, especially once a deluge of rain created a timpani of drumbeats on the roof.
"Guess I'd better get going before the weather gets any worse." Tanner offered. Paul was both relieved and saddened. While he was glad that he would have an escape from the awkward direction the conversation was going, he was disheartened to be losing the wonderful company his friend provided, "We'll have to do this again soon." the dog smiled, and Paul's unhappiness abated, just a little.
"Soon, I hope." the words escaped Paul before he could silence them, suddenly making him fee embarrassed once again. He walked Tanner to the door in silence and, as the dog grabbed his black ski jacket from the hook by the front door, he turned around, leaned down, and brushed the tip of his muzzle across Paul's lips.
"Soon." Tanner confirmed, but the word may as well have been in a foreign language, as the young man's brain was stuck in a loop, the feel of the velvety muzzle fur touching his lips, and an errant whisker brushing across his nose, almost tickling, almost itching... and the warm puff of Tanner's breath as he pulled away. The dog walked outside, and Paul slowly closed the door behind him, turning to lean with his back to it as the touch of Tanner's muzzle continued to roll around through his mind. He wished very badly to have one again... even if it was just 'a little muzzle-touch', as Tanner had referred to it.
In a near dream-like state, Paul remained leaning against the door, letting out a deep sigh as he hugged himself, feeling almost giddy. He never thought that he'd be friends with a dog, not that he actively thought he wouldn't, but it just hadn't ever factored into his life when he lived in the mid-west. Things had been changing for him ever since he moved to the west coast, and the strange events that included Tanner in his life were just the most recent. And, as far as he was concerned, the best. He grimaced in embarrassment when he realized that his pants were uncomfortably tight; the dog had a far greater effect on him than he had realized.
Paul stepped away from the door, a faint shiver running through him as he realized with shame that he was attracted to the dog. He'd heard stories back in his home town about humans and non-human couples, and how they just didn't work, and how it was wrong, and how it was 'an affront to the Lord', and all that sort of thing but, then again, they said exactly the same thing about same sex couples, or black and white couples, or any of the other things that just didn't happen where he grew up. He was pulled from his conflicted thoughts when a firm knock at his front door pulled his attention away from his own musings.
The young man cracked the door open and peered through. Standing on the stoop, Tanner had his head pointed downward to avoid the worst of the storm. Little rivulets of rainwater dripped from the tip of his muzzle, and the dog was throughly soaked. "Car won't start." he offered in a sullen tone.
"Come in." Paul insisted, grabbing the dog by the shoulder and pulling him inside, "Any idea what's wrong with it?"
Tanner shrugged in response, "It was working fine on the way over... do you know anything about cars?"
Paul shook his head, "No... less than I know about computers... and that's almost nothing."
"Well," the dog noted, taking off his jacket and replacing it on the hook next to the door, "I think it's acting up because of the rain... it's happened before... but it isn't usually as big an issue since it almost never rains here. You think anybody tows this late?"
The young man tapped his chin a for a moment in thought. He had heard the term 'flooded engine' before, but didn't think really had anything to do with water. His dad's car used to act up in the snow, so he knew weather sometimes had a bearing on cars. "Haven't ever needed one." Paul finally brought his thoughts to the present, looking at the sopping dog in his entryway. "You can stay here tonight... we'll worry about the car in the morning." the young man tried to hide a smile as he heard Tanner's tail beat rhythmically against the door.
"Okay... is my coat okay there? I don't want it dripping on your floor." the dog offered sheepishly.
"The landlord said the carpet had to come up anyway... and it's not like there's many other places for it." Paul offered with a shrug. "Meanwhile, you can feel free to dry off in the bathroom if you want; I have a hair dryer."
The dog regarded him for a moment and looked down, "Yea... unless it's a fully body one, that could take awhile... I have fur in more places than just on my head, Paul."
The young man chuckled "Well, it's better than nothing, come on." he reached out and took Tanner by the paw. He could feel his heart beat quicken as the dog's paw clasped his hand. Tanner's palm and the tips of his fingers had warm, sandpapery pads on them. They weren't anywhere as stiff and coarse as that of a four legged dog, and Paul was almost giddy at the new sensation of holding hands as he took his guest to the bathroom.
"Let me just find it here..." Paul leaned down to the cabinet under the sink and fished around for the hair drier. He didn't use it personally, his short, brown hair being perfectly suited for drying without any mechanical aid, but his mom, who worked back home as a hair stylist in the town's only beauty salon considered it a requirement for modern living. The search ultimately resulted in success, as Paul found what he was looking for. "Now," he noted, standing up, "as long as it still works--" and he froze in place.
Looking at the mirror over the sink, Paul saw Tanner stretching his shirt across the curtain rod over the shower. The bare-chested dog's wet fur glistened in the overhead bathroom lighting and, as Tanner turned around, Paul could see a series of well defined muscle moving beneath the shimmering fur. Tanner wasn't a body builder by any means, but he was toned, and it showed even through the fur. "Gonna show me how it works?" Tanner smiled at Paul, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Paul blushed immediately.
"Yea... um... if it still works." the human offered. He plugged it in, and fumbled several times with the on/off switch, "I haven't used it in awhile..." and, with that, the hair drier sprung to life. Paul took a moment to adjust the settings, and turned it around so that he could hand it to Tanner.
"Could you get my back? It's not exactly easy to reach with a cord hung up on my ears." the dog requested, turning around and presenting his bare back to Paul. Feeling his face flush, but without objection, Paul put the hair drier to work. He worked his way from the base of Tanner's neck, all the way down to the small of his back. While he worked, the young man thought about how his mom used to use a hair drier on her clients at the salon, and smiled to himself that Tanner's back, even though the fur was short, would have been the equivalent of five of her customers.
Paul paused as he reached the top of Tanner's jeans. The dog's still-wet tail was wagging lazily. "Oh..." Tanner quickly noted, and reached back to a button clasp on his jeans above his tail. Paul had been quite bemused the first time he saw the 'tail button'. While human jeans only had a single button in the front, Tanner's jeans had one in the back right above his tail, making it easy for him to put them on without having to bend or crinkle it. Paul's smile turned to one of shocked surprise as Tanner just let his jeans fall all the way to the ground, revealing a divide between the black fur of his back and the coffee-colored fur along his rump.
"Yea... well you try designing underwear that's comfortable with a tail." Tanner offered with a wry grin visible in the mirror, obviously having heard Paul's muted gasp. Paul's quick glance at Tanner's face in the mirror also brought with it a faint glimpse at the brownish fur along his front as it traced its way down to the dog's groin. The half-glance of the spot between Tanner's legs made Paul blush even further. He felt like a schoolboy with a crush, and he berated himself for his silliness as he quickly went back to distracting himself with drying Tanner's tail.
The wagging length of fur did not make it easy, but Paul finally managed to cradle it with one arm while he worked the hair dryer over and under it. A laugh from Tanner finally made Paul realize that he was being played with. Good humored laughing aside, Tanner finally relaxed his tail, allowing Paul to dry it as well as the quickly overheating hair drier could manage. "That's good enough." Tanner noted, "That thing smells like it's going to burn itself into the trashcan if you use it much more."
Paul kept his back to Tanner, trying to avoid any more blushing as he set the hair drier on the counter, "Just so long as I don't get that 'wet dog smell' all over the place, you'll be fine." he offered, trying to ease his own tension by cracking a joke.
"I dunno... you might learn to like the smell... it's not as bad as wet human." the dog countered.
Paul smirked, turning to face the joking dog, but paused as Tanner took a step closer and laid a paw on his shoulder, "Thanks." he noted, leaning forward and brushing his muzzle across Paul's lips again. Paul went rigid, body freezing up at the touch of Tanner's paw, but more so at the touch of his muzzle. He recovered quickly, however, resting a hand against the dog's side, feeling his fingers get lost in Tanner's fur, and he pressed his lips back to the dog's muzzle before Tanner could pull away.
It was Tanner's turn to be startled, and he could feel the dog tense up, but only just for a moment before he stepped closer, returning the kiss with vigor. The dog's furry form pushed up against him, forcing his back into the wall, and he felt the full front of Tanner's body press against his. The gasp that escaped him opened his mouth enough for the dog's tongue to find its way through his lips and give his own the faintest sensation of a gentle caress, and then it was gone, just as surely as Tanner pulling away, leaving only the paw on his shoulder, and a host of giddy warmth flowing through Paul's body.
"I--" Paul began. He wasn't sure whether he was about to object to the sudden withdrawal, or make a confession, but Tanner interjected.
"I'd like to see more of you."
The comment struck Paul as odd, considering they had already known one another for several months, and he had no intention of stopping their friendship. He wondered if Tanner was concerned that any kind of physical-- his mind stopped its thought when he felt Tanner's free paw slip down to undo his belt.
"Oh... see more of me..." the thought came out aloud, which made him blush deeply, and, despite his wishes, a very unbecoming giggle escaped him. The sound made Tanner grin, and Paul could see the dog's already wagging tail pick up speed, visible in the mirror.
"It's only fair." Tanner noted with an open-muzzled, panting grin. Paul's eyes migrated downward, visually tracing the faintly discernible curves of muscles just visible through the brown pathway of the dog's fur. His gaze continued to lower until it came to a small spec of red crowning Tanner's fleshy sheath.
He was mesmerized by the strangeness of it, looking nothing like his own maleness, but he was unable to focus on it long, as an eager paw slid the zipper of his own pants down, and a furry finger hooked around the elastic band of his boxers. Paul watched as more of Tanner's pink flesh slipped free of his sheath, but the dog knelt down, paw on his boxers taking the clothing with him while the paw on Paul's shoulder slid enticingly down his chest and came to rest on his stomach.
Paul gazed down to look at the top of Tanner's head, and inhaled through his teeth as he felt the dog's warm breath blast across his already hard member. The breath was exhaled in a wheeze as his flesh disappeared to the hilt into Tanner's muzzle. The dog's muzzle was awkward for using utensils, and it was a most unique experience in sharing a kiss... but the extra distance between the tip of his nose and the back of his throat meant that Tanner had no trouble completely enveloping Paul's erection. It was enough to make his head spin.
With one paw pressed against his stomach, holding him back against the wall, Tanner's other paw pressed Paul's pants and boxers to the ground and, as soon as the young man's feet were free of the clothes, the dog slowly withdrew his muzzle, tongue sliding along the underside of Paul's hard shaft until it was free.
"I..." Paul murmured, little shivers running through his body as the drying saliva on his flesh chilled with stark contrast to the fiery warmth of Tanner's muzzle, "... don't think that's... what they meant by... 'giving your dog a bone'."
"Smart ass." Tanner responded, and rose up to his feet, pressing his body once more against Paul while the firm, cold surface of the wall limited any chance the young man could have had to pull back, not that he would have. Paul slid one of his hands around the back of Tanner's head, and pulled him closer for another kiss, this time pressing his tongue into the dog's muzzle.
Paul didn't know how long they kissed, tongues sometimes in muzzle and sometimes in mouth, but his hands traveled all over the dog's body, sliding through fur as he felt the warm flesh and toned muscle beneath. The dog's scent was different than anyone he had been close to before... musky, and still faintly smelling of drying fur; it had to have been an effect of the blow drier.
The thought was torn right from his mind, however, when the smooth pads on one of Tanner's paws encircled his shaft. He arched his back against the wall, stomach pressing into Tanner's. Their kiss broken, Paul moaned as he felt the dog's digits surround his flesh, and gently stroke it. Closing his eyes, Paul tilted his head back, swimming in the pleasure of Tanner's touch.
He felt a hard, slick, length of fur less flesh draw across the top of his shaft. It felt so warm as to be hot, and Paul could feel Tanner's heartbeat through it, and it took him only a second to realize what it was. Eyes rolling in their sockets, Paul couldn't even formulate a cohesive set of words as the dog slid his hips forward, and Paul felt a tight seal of furry flesh slowly part before enveloping the head of his penis.
"Wha?" is all Paul could manage as his flesh pressed into Tanner's already half-withdrawn sheath, barely managing to squeeze in between Tanner's partly-firm member. The heat of Tanner's body surrounded him as the dog's hips slowly eased forward, making the entrance easier.
"Shh..." Tanner responded, his tongue sliding across Paul's exposed neck, "I think you'll like this."
Tanner was not wrong. Paul drank in the sensation of the dog's strong tongue as it pressed against every part of his throat. Tanner's firm paw aided with easing the young man's shaft into his sheath even as his own doghood thickened and swelled, threatening to leave no room for either of them within the furry sleeve. The tightening increased the sensations even more.
It was all Paul could do to keep from losing himself in the sensations, but he slowly drew his hands back up Tanner's body, resting them against the dog's shoulders, and gently pushed him back. Tanner drew away at the gentle insistence, brown eyes gazing at him with a mixture of confusion, concern, and embarrassment.
"It's alright," Paul noted, raising a hand to gently caress the side of the dog's face. The young man was astounded as Tanner turned his head sideways, rubbing his cheek into the touch; the act reminded him of an action reminiscent of a four-legged dog's enjoyment of the attention, and the seeming meekness of it seemed surprising.
"Come'ere..." he noted softly, one hand sliding down a furred arm to gently grasp one of Tanner's paws. Tanner followed him obediently out of the bathroom, and one door down the hallway. He heard an audible swallow from the dog, and he led him to the small, twin-sized bed that was situated against the corner of the room.
Moving to sit on the bed, Paul pulled Tanner down beside him. The dog seemed slightly aloof, ears back, not looking at him. "Are you alright?" Paul inquired, hand gently petting Tanner's furry thigh.
"I just..." the dog hazarded a glance his way, "Did I do something wrong?"
Paul couldn't help but smile, glancing over at Tanner, who looked, by all estimations, like a four legged dog who got caught after peeing in the house. "Wrong? No.. no no... if anything, you've been... uh... tubular?" he offered, having trouble finding the right west-coast slang.
"Dweeb." Tanner responded, some of the dog's tenseness bleeding out as his ears slowly found their way into more of an up position. The dog reached down and laced the digits of his paws with Paul's fingers. The action made the young man smile.
"Why did you think you did something wrong?" Paul asked, turning to face Tanner, free hand pressing against the dog's chest, easing him backward so that he was reclining against the wall.
"Well... because we stopped." the dog offered, one ear up and one ear back, a sheepish expression on his muzzle.
"Oh..." Paul paused, considering the implications of the statement for a moment.
"I mean... if you didn't want to, that's okay..." Tanner was quick to add.
Paul slowly slid sideways, taking Tanner with him, so that the two crowded together on the small mattress, "I'm not exactly sure all about dogs..." the young man noted, "I mean... there are a lot of ways that humans are... er... intimate... maybe I wanted to explore one of those with you."
Tanner tilted his head to the side, the expression of confusion growing, "Well... humans don't have sheathes, so I guess that would have been new... but I pawed you... and I muzzled you..."
Paul barely restrained a laugh at the terms, and simply kissed Tanner on the nose, "Right... but isn't turn-about fair play?" he asked, gently scritching Tanner's chest.
"Oh... uh..." and the dog fidgeted, "I've never really been on the.. uh... receiving end..."
Paul was astounded by the speed at which Tanner had done a near 180 in his mind. The young man had almost felt overwhelmed by the forwardness of the dog in the bathroom, and it was hard to imagine that the timid dog with him was even the same person.
"Well..." Paul smiled, hand gently pressing against Tanner's belly, "It's only fair." the smile turned into a grin as he mirrored the dog's earlier words back to him.
"Smart ass." Tanner repeated one of his own earlier statements, and Paul laughed as he caught a glimpse of the Tanner he knew.
"That's more like it." the young man said, easing himself over so that he lay between Tanner's legs, blankets pushed back to his feet as he rested his head on the dog's thigh, "Just tell me if anything's wrong." and he rubbed Tanner's belly, and pressed his face into the dog's groin fur beside the red blade of flesh half-emerged from the coffee-colored sheath.
Paul inhaled Tanner's musk deeply, head awash with the animalistic scent, a much more prominent version of the drying-fur smell he had experienced earlier. The young man kissed across Tanner's groin, stopping to kiss one of two furry orbs hanging below the dog's sheath, before working his way up to a third bump most prominent at the base of the furry sleeve.
The young man moved further up, stopping at where Tanner's fur less flesh was first visible, and he felt the dog tense beneath him the moment he touched it with his tongue. Tanner let out a faint, high pitched whine as Paul's tongue traced the underside of his doghood. Paul had heard Tanner yelp before, and knew what an 'in pain' whine sounded like, and he was glad to know that the sound his lover had made was neither.
Paul reached the tip of Tanner's shaft, and, in one quick, move, slid his lips around it, and dropped his head down the length. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw one of Tanner's paws grip the mattress, and his hips instinctively bucked upward, causing Paul to gag as the dog's flesh hit the back of his throat.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tanner quickly blurted.
Paul just laughed, waving away the apology, "It's alright... it's alright, Tanner." he said, bemused, as Tanner's tail tried to curl up between the dog's legs even though it was pinned by his own body.
"I just.. well... never had anyone do that, and..." Tanner offered.
"And you enjoyed it." Paul smiled.
"Well... yea." the dog offered, in a tone that would have sufficed with 'Duh!'. Tanner sat up a little more, leaning back against the wall as his paw migrated to between his legs, adjusting himself with an uncomfortable expression plain on his muzzle.
"Everything alright?" Paul asked, swallowing a few times to get rid of the gagging sensation.
"Knot..." Tanner answered with a grunt.
"It's not okay?" Paul asked, confused by the one word answer.
"No... knot... as in, my knot..."
"Your...?" Paul began, but was cut short as Tanner used his paw to skillfully ease back his sheath, and release a rapidly swelling ball of flesh before it got caught by the furry sleeve.
"Let me guess... your school left that out of the curriculum?" Tanner offered.
"No dogs at my school... guess they didn't figure it was necessary." Paul answered.
"Remind me to never go to a doctor if I visit your hometown."
"Asshole." Paul countered with a laugh, and flopped down onto the dog's chest, laying half beside him, half on top of him due to small size of the bed. The young man looked back down to the alien flesh between Tanner's legs, realizing that there had been a lot he hadn't known about the world since before meeting the dog.
He looked up to Tanner's face, the two locking eyes for a moment. They said nothing, but Paul felt as though something passed between them... an understanding and an appreciation for the other's presence... or something more. Paul leaned up, and gave Tanner a soft kiss. The dog smiled against his mouth and the young man heard Tanner's tail beating softly against the mattress.
Paul could feel his heart beat quicken, pounding against the inside of his ribcage as he slowly crawled up onto Tanner. He straddled him, sitting on the dog's belly with either knee pressing into the mattress beside him. Tanner's ears went up as the dog's deep brown pools shot him a puzzled look. Paul could see a faint glimmer of green as the half light reflected off of Tanner's eyes.
"Just relax..." he murmured to the dog, leaning forward to touch his nose to Tanner's.
Paul could feel Tanner's heartbeat quickly pick up speed to mimic his own as he reached behind himself to gently grip the dog's knot. The young man slid down his lover's abdomen and paused when the tip of Tanner's shaft poked him in the thigh. He readjusted his hold of the dog's flesh.
"Paul... I don't think this is a good idea..." Tanner whined softly, but made no outward move to stop him. The dog kept his eyes on Paul, both ears having dropped back down to either side of his head, "You might hurt yourself."
Paul smiled, "I've done this before... don't worry."
"Not with a dog, you haven't, and I--" but Tanner's words were lost to him as Paul slowly sat back, wincing only at first as he was opened up by Tanner's pointed tip. The young man found it easier, in fact, than the times he had been with a human; the dog's tapered tip and firm shaft made the entry easier, and he slowly eased himself onto his lover.
Tanner let out a faint whine, which was quickly replaced with a moan from deep in his chest, and Paul watched as the dog squirmed beneath him, one paw pressing against the wall while the other gripped the mattress, and Tanner moaned anew, "Paul..." he breathed.
"I said relax, silly puppy." Paul chided, slowly adjusting himself as he pushed further against the dog's groin, arching his back slightly as he felt his insides cramping; it had been awhile for him. The young man let out a shaky breath as he felt himself settle down against Tanner's knot. "There... that wasn't so bad... was it?"
Tanner merely looked away in response, steading his breathing as his paws slowly relaxed and his body untensed, "Just... be careful, Paul... I don't want you getting injured."
"A little full of yourself, huh?" Paul chided, but the half-hearted smile from Tanner wasn't quite the enthusiastic response to their mutual teasing he had expected. Paul stopped at that, and rested a hand on the side of Tanner's face, slowly pulling his muzzle to look at him, "Tanner... I'm fine. Really."
"Dogs don't usually do this." Tanner noted, a faint reddish flush coming to the visible fur on the inside of his ears.
"Is it making you uncomfortable?" Paul asked, slightly confused at the dog's hesitation, "I'll stop if you want."
"No... it's... amazing..." Tanner replied sheepishly, "But you can't find many dogs who are willing to have it in their tail-hole... not that you have a tail or anything..."
"You're rambling." Paul noted. "You're in all the way, so it won't hurt me to keep going if that's what you're worried about."
"well... that's the thing..." Tanner professed, gazing away again as his ears got even redder, "I'm not in all the way."
"But the only thing left that could--" Paul froze on the spot, his muscles clenching around the shaft inside him. Tanner practically yelped as his hips bucked involuntarily, and the young man saw stars as he felt as if someone had just hit a line-drive baseball right into his anus.
"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." Tanner was whimpering underneath him, "I'm sorry, Paul! I'm sorry!"
Paul barely heard the apology from the dog, his head swimming as stars danced across his vision and, for a moment, he could only see red. Pain spread from the point of contact, through his legs, and up the small of his back. He clenched his eyes as air rushed through his teeth in short breaths. Paul felt paralyzed by the sensation as his body tried to assimilate the mixture of hurt that had struck him.
"It's... alright..." Paul gasped after a minute, "I think that was my fault..." he placed his hands on Tanner's chest and his arms to help him arch his back, pushing so that he could readjust his position on Tanner's groin so that his insides weren't being yanked against his bladder. "Ow..." he added after his vision finally started clearing.
"That's... that's why dogs don't normally do that. I'm sorry, Paul, I tried to warn you."
"You did warn me." Paul answered, "It doesn't help if I don't listen."
"I wasn't trying to ruin our night." Tanner noted, his whimpering slowly fading.
"It's not ruined, Tanner. It's just... well... modified, a little." Paul hazarded a faint chuckle, wincing as he slowly drew his legs upward so they weren't curled underneath him. being locked to Tanner wasn't as bad if he simply sat on the dog's groin, and he let his weight hold him in place as he spread his legs, planting his feet firmly on the mattress on either side of Tanner, knees in the air.
"Hmm..." Tanner commented, looking between Paul's legs. Paul followed the dog's gaze, and saw his own flesh, still hard, and leaking fluid. It was his turn to blush.
"Take a picture... it'll last longer." Paul repeated Tanner's earlier suggestion.
"Dick." Tanner retorted.
"Yes it is." Paul replied, "Very observant."
"Prick."
"That too." Paul chuckled.
"Pain-in-the-ass." Tanner continued.
"Indeed you are." the young man responded.
"You suck." the dog said flatly.
"You're better at it." Paul replied, wincing as he readjusted his posture again, body finally starting to ease up as less pain ran through him.
"Am I now?" the dog inquired, nosing Paul in the chest. Paul laughed as Tanner's whiskers tickled his flesh, but the laugh got stuck in his throat as a strong, warm dog tongue washed across one of his nipples.
"Ohhh... you're good at that too." Paul offered, resting both hands on Tanner's shoulders as the dog curved his neck lower, and, before Paul knew it, Tanner's nose was pressed up against the tip of his member.
Paul's back went rigid the moment Tanner opened his muzzle. The dog's flexibility was more than anything he had considered, and his entire length slid into Tanner's warm mouth for the second time that night. Paul let out a murmur of approval, hands slowly tracing their way up to the top of the dog's head.
He gently gripped Tanner's ears, crinkling and massaging them as the dog's head bobbed up and down, suckling his flesh. Paul's toes gripped the bedding as he tentatively flexed his legs, pushing back against his lover's groin. The young man felt Tanner's tongue stiffen within his muzzle, applying more pressure to his stimulated member, and Paul realized that the movement got quite the response out of the dog.
"Good boy." Paul grinned, eliciting a snort from Tanner. The hot breath against his abdomen tickled him, and Paul laughed. Using his legs, Paul began rocking himself against the dog. He felt Tanner's abdomen twitch several times, and, before long, they were both moving in time with one another.
Tanner was thrusting gently up into him even as he rolled his weight from the dog's abdomen to his thighs. There was very little actual movement from the dog's member within him, but he felt Tanner's knot tug at his insides, massaging his prostate in a way he would have thought previously impossible.
Paul didn't last much longer than that. Even with the near-painful overfull sensation from Tanner's knot, Paul's orgasm hit... and it hit hard. Buried to the hilt in Tanner's muzzle, the young man took a tight grip of the dog's ears, gasping and panting, a hard, painfully drawn out release played its way through him.
Unable to empty his load in a few, powerful bursts, the knot inside his body forced Paul's escaping seed to trickle out. As the pressure built, Paul was practically weeping until Tanner took hold of the young man's thighs, planted his feet against the mattress, and jack knifed his body, forcing his knot a half-inch deeper into Paul.
In one, full moment, all of Paul's release hit him. With less pressure restraining him, the young man blew his entire load into the waiting muzzle. He gasped for air, balancing himself atop Tanner for several seconds before he realized that the dog was shivering. Paul's whole body still tingled from the uniqueness of his release, but his focus was on his lover. Tanner was staring at the ceiling, muzzle half open, slightly twitching as if he were mouthing words without speaking them.
"Tanner?" Paul inquired, pressing a hand to the side of the dog's face. The dog's hips twitched, and he blinked, turning to regard Paul.
"I..." Tanner wheezed, "so close..." and his body shook harder. Paul felt the dog's shaft inside him begin to twitch. Tanner's hips were still pushing against him, and he felt the muscles of the dog's thighs as tight as a steel bars. Paul realized that his lover was on the brink.
The young man rocked his hips again, slowly grinding them into Tanner's groin. The dog groaned, and he felt Tanner's short, black nails dig into his thighs, and heard the joints of the dog's paws pop as he clenched his toes... and then Paul felt it. Tanner's member began to pulse rhythmically within him. The dog was holding his breath, shaking against the bed with his eyes clenched as Paul was filled from within.
Tanner's body rocked with the release for longer than Paul bothered counting. He reveled in the feel of the pulsing member inside him, and watched the expressions of hard-earned bliss flow across the beautiful, furry face he held in his hands.
Paul smiled when Tanner finally opened his eyes, letting out a shaky breath, "I... uh..." the dog started.
"Enjoyed yourself. As much as I did, apparently." Paul grinned, kissing Tanner on the muzzle. The dog returned the affection, and wrapped one arm around him, rubbing the young man on the back. Paul reached out to Tanner's free paw, and interlaced his fingers with the dog's.
Tanner pulled back slowly, ears back with embarrassment, "We might be like this for a little while... you should wait for my knot to shrink before trying to get off."
"I already got o--"
"Don't even start." Tanner interrupted. Paul just chuckled.
"Thanks for coming over." Paul smiled down at his lover.
"Thanks for having me over." Tanner replied. The dog leaned forward, ears back, eyes locked with Paul's as he gently nuzzled his cheek, and caressed the side of his face with a gentle lick. Paul wasn't sure when the knot finally came out... he had fallen asleep atop Tanner in a warm embrace.