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Good Morning, Rommie

The knob turned with a shrill ending, and when the shower stopped Nick shook off some of the water before he grabbed the towel and dried himself.

However, once he reached his butt his movements halted.

His ass still felt weird, with a kind of “gaping” sensation lingering.

Of course, it could also be due the careful cleaning he’d just done, but still…

A low and strange embarrassed grumble rumbled in his throat as he reminisced.

“I still cannot believe it really happened.”

An awkward expression appeared on the human’s face. But soon he shook off those thoughts and he continued with the towel. He was already a bit behind schedule. And after spending the latter half of the night too awake, and in constant high tension, he was simply too tired to think much right now.

Done, he put on the boxers he’d brought and tied the towel around his waist. Then he opened the stall’s door and stepped out. He’d yet to even have breakfast so he wanted to hurry a bit.

It was then that the bathroom’s door opened in front of him.

Shortly after, a comparatively big dog entered. This one’s fur was dark brown with a thick-boned body frame, his ears falling at both sides of his head and framing a dark nose. The dog turned his head, and when this one noticed him his ears perked a bit and a goofy smile appeared on his muzzle.

“Hey, Rommie! Good morning!”

“Morning.”

The brown dog was wearing only a pair of dark green shorts with a towel in paw, evidently here to take a shower as well.

“Fresh out of the shower, Rommie?”

“Yup.”

“You don’t have class?”

“Not until the evening.”

“Awesome! As for me, I am already running late for the meeting!”

“…”

To the dog’s carefree and goofy grin, Nick didn’t really know how respond.

“I’m sure that I’ll be put to run some laps around the field, woooh!”

With mystifying enthusiasm the dog continued to the other shower stall, and Nick was reminded once more that the two belonged to different cliques. It sometimes felt like talking with a foreigner.

Really nice guys nevertheless.

Nick lingered around a bit for no good reason, past the refreshing sound of a shower, but soon he moved again.

“Ah! Hey! Rommie! Wait, Rommie!”

But before leaving he had to halt his steps.

“What’s the matter?”

“Rommie, can you do me a favor?!”

“What is it?”

“I forgot my shampoo in my room! Could you bring it to me?!”

“Sure.”

It was a simple enough request.

Not losing time he made the short trip to the others’ bedroom, which door was wide open.

The room’s interior was, unsurprisingly, a bit messy. But it was nothing glaring, with only a pair of untidy beds and a small amount of strewn clothes. The dog’s roommate was not around.

“I left it on the desk!”

Following the shout that came from the bathroom he quickly found the bright colored bottle and took it, then returned to the bathroom.

“Here. Do I leave it here outside?”

Nick stood outside the stall’s plastic, which opened quickly after. The dog’s fur-soaked face showed up through the opening.

“Thanks, Rommie. Actually, can you help with another thing really quick? Can you me with my back, please?”

“Your back? What, to wash it?”

“Yeah. Pretty please?”

With some skepticism he raised a brow toward the dark brown dog. This one received his expression with another goofy smile, but he couldn’t really tell if it was a joke.

“… Weeeeeell… okay? …”

It was a weird enough request. But nothing bad so he only hesitated briefly.

The dog’s grin widened and then his head disappeared back into the stall. Nick stepped forward a brief moment later, coming inside the stall.

Predictably, in the narrow space his eyes quickly landed on the dog’s naked form. He caught a glimpse of those strong legs and the butt hidden behind that bushy tail before he disciplined himself to look up. Still, his heart speeded up a bit and the skin on his arms broke out in goosebumps.

He had to leave the door open though, because in the already small space he was not confident in maneuvering around without ending in an awkward situation.

“Ready, Rommie?”

After a glance over the shoulder towards him the dog stepped back a bit from the shower’s spray and gave easier access to Nick, who at this point had decided to throw all caution to the wind and simply be a good sport. He opened the bottle’s lid and squeezed some gel. He glanced at that back and he reconsidered it, then he squeezed two more times. Afterwards, he put the bottle aside; he spread the formula on his hands a bit before he began to lather the dog’s big back.

The fur was long, but light, sliding through his fingers with surprising ease. The strands draped over his digits like brown spider-webs as he kneaded the soft-feeling muscle. It was the first time he’d done something like this and it was an interesting experience, but once he got into it he worked with seriousness and aimed to do a spotless job.

Soon enough though, all was a mess of wild strands and white foam, and he was clueless as to how he was doing.

“How am I doing?”

“Fine, Rommie. You are doing fine.”

That nonchalant tone didn’t give Nick any reassurance.

“By the way, Rommie, could you also help me with this?”

Instead of explaining, the dog reached backwards and took the human’s hands. Then the canine pulled them to the front and guided them to a position below his stomach. Next, Nick’s hands were resting over something rod-like, which under his touch felt velvety hairy.

“Huh? What? This? This is? … To what? To wash it?!”

“That’s right, Rommie.”

The dog still spoke quite casual, almost cavalier. In contrast, Nick’s expression became flustered, his body heating, which inside the hot and humid shower stall that was slightly uncomfortable.

He wondered if the dog was again serious, but the facts seemed to indicate that indeed the other party was. His hand did not recoil from touching that package, and this soon began to provoke a reaction under his own towel. With the rising tension his finger involuntarily twitched. His fingertip sunk slightly on the flesh, discovering the extreme hardness underneath.

“…”

With some discretion he began to gently massage using the leftover bubbles on his palms.

As his palm explored the area he confirmed that indeed underneath it was solid hard, like a steel bar enveloped by a soft, springy cover. However, it was rather mobile too, the sheath being played around under his fingers. The sparser and thinner fur allowed him to feel the soft skin under, something that evoked in him an impulse to give it a scratch.

Nick’s throat went dry. His stomach fluttered. This was much different from last night, being completely awake and lucid.

Then a finger brushed against something hot and fleshy and distinctively damp in a particularly sticky way.

It was a no brainer.

“Mmmm, Rommieee… what are you doinnng?”

Nick almost wanted to choke when he heard the exaggerated, sing-song, slurred tone of the dog. That queer-ish way of talking which was completely unbelievable, it was obvious that the other was teasing him. Embarrassment and excitement was what Nick felt in response. A bit of indignation as well; it was the most likely that all this had been a charade with this purpose, yet the dog still wanted to play innocent.

Nick wondered if he should stop, but it was ultimately a pointless question.

He tightened his lips at the same time that he began to massage with more daring. The shampoo’s bubbles added more silkiness to the fur, making it easy to comb with his fingers.

This time he focused more on the sheath itself. He circled it with his palm and gave it light twists. Close to the top he traced the narrowing shape and tickled it with his fingertips, and played with the retractile skin. An imaginary shape was quickly taking form in his mind.

Curious, he let one hand slid downwards. He felt a ridge of skin which was taunt, and that delivered his hand directly to a plump, hanging sack. As he closed his palm, the sensation that he felt could be aptly described as a handful.

“Rommieee… how bold!”

Nick’s browns scrunched. It was obvious that the dog was having fun at his expenses, while he was an excited and nervous little tangle. He decided to slide his other hand upwards. The smooth feeling soon became a hot, fleshy sensation, which he knew it was the dog’s exposed cock. He unhesitant wrapped his palm around it, emboldened by the little bit of annoyance that had surged in him because of being teased.

“Ooohh…”

A slow toying did not appeal to him right now. Nick moved his hand up and down with slightly tight motions. He tried to grasp as much of that meat rod as he could, but his hand simply seemed to be insufficient to cover the prick completely. It pulsed under his palm, the throbbing veins tickling his touch, emanating a heat that was distinguishable still in the steamy stall.

The sound of ragged and unrestrained panting reached his ears, above the noise of the shower. He could already picture the dog’s face with his maw opened wide and tongue hanging.

This somehow encouraged Nick, whose actions became more forceful. He twisted his hand around that dick as if this was a screw, and he gripped the dog’s ball and tugged on them like playing with dough. Soon he was pumping that meat up and down.

The other’s ragged pants quickened and increased in volume. His tail was now wagging in front of Nick, this one grazing at the human’s bare stomach tickly.

“I’m close, Rommie!”

Those words, Nick took them as a petition to increase the pace. His hand worked that dick furiously, his grasp widening and tightening around the curve of the spear-shaped cock and almost pinching the narrow tip.

“Oh, ohhh…”

It did not take long before a moan of satisfaction came from the dog and Nick felt the dick in his hand spasm like it was throbbing whole. Next, something really hot trickled onto his hand; it was the dog’s spunk that dripped down his shaft as this one came.

“Ah, ahh!”

Nick’s hand did not slow down while the dog had his orgasm. He heartlessly pumped the other’s dick, trying to overwhelm him.

“Ah! Rommie! Rommie!”

The slightly pleading words made him realize his excessive fervor and Nick immediately stopped his hands. Deep breaths came from the front, while his own beating heart rang inside his ears.

Now in stillness Nick took the moment to calm down, his right hand gripping a pair of orbs, his left wrapped around a throbbing pole.

But he couldn’t stay like that forever. He let go, suddenly careful of not being too rough, and retrieved his arms from around the dog. When he finished doing that he couldn’t help but look down at his hand. It was still covered in a bit of white foam. But now some creamy, slightly transparent liquid had displaced some of the foam, which felt dense and sticky and was warm.

“I… I think you can handle the rest.”

“Huh? … You leaving, Rommie?”

“Yeah, I’ve yet to have breakfast and I don’t want to eat too late.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“All right… Thanks, Rommie.”

“Yeah… ehem… anytime.”

Some concern had tinged the dog’s voice just now, but after Nick’s words this one’s smile could almost be heard, and his tail wagged.

“Then I’ll see you later, Rommie.”

With a rush of embarrassment Nick swiftly stepped back and came out from the stall, not forgetting to close the plastic door. He looked down at his messed up hand once more and concluded that he needed to wash first. He probably would also need another pair of boxers.