the ride
Steve is going to start jerking off any minute now, I know. At the moment, he's got one paw on his crotch, and he's starting to rub himself. It's a gentle rub, but it'll get more intense pretty soon, I know.
Steve is nineteen. He's a slim, sexy, tall Great Dane. Normally, I like males who are a bit . . . more beefy. I have this tendency to go for Pit Bulls and Mastiffs. Rottweilers. Normally, I like big, beefy dogs with wide chests and broad shoulders. Yes, I'm a Bear who likes dogs. Not that I _only _like dogs - I've been around, and I've been with all sorts of anthros.
But, mostly, I like dogs.
And there's just something so . . . hot about Steve. Physically, sure, but also his personality.
At the moment, I'm not thinking about his personality, his quirks, his sense of humor, his low-key optimism. No, I'm looking at and thinking about the way his paw is starting to press down on his crotch. Inside his jeans, is his dick starting to slide out of his sheath? I wonder. I imagine his balls getting taut and full, slowly filling with his seed. As he sits there in the passenger seat, his eyes looking only at me, his paw massaging his crotch.
Steve's jerked off in the car before. It's fun, and sexy, to watch him jerk off, as I drive along the freeway - to watch his sheath emerge from his jeans, his dick emerge from the sheath, to watch him bring himself off, to watch his spunk shoot out . . .
Dangerous as well as fun, sure. It's not easy to keep my eyes on the road, with this stud of a Great Dane sitting right there, with the scent of him coming at me in the closed environment of the car, with him masturbating to a hot, panting orgasm.
I see a sign for a rest area coming up ahead.
"I'm gonna pull over for a piss," I announce.
"I'll join you," Steve says. Still rubbing himself.
The rest area is fairly crowded. In the men's room, there's a long line of urinals, and Steve and I find two available ones side by side.
Confession - I like sheaths. A lot. Yeah, of course, I like cocks, too. I am a gay Bear, so, yeah I like cocks. But, for whatever reason, I really get turned on by a male's sheath. Who knows why.
We've seen each other naked, Steve and I, countless times. We've had sex together countless times. And he still turns me on. I still get turned on just from watching him piss, just from standing next to him while he unzips his jeans and reveals his sheath. Even though I've seen his pert, muscular sheath many times - in person, in my mind's eye, and in my dreams - I still get that thrill of electricity up my spine when his zipper comes down and his paw reaches in to pull out his sheath.
So I glance over, as a steady stream of piss from the Great Dane splashes into the urinal. Being so close to him, smelling him, feeling his body heat . . . I get ideas. I want to drop to my knees, right there, take him in my mouth. Or, I want to take him into one of the stalls - which I'd noticed didn't have doors - and bend him over the toilet, fuck him hard right there.
Standing there at the urinal, pissing next to Steve, I get this sudden mental image of pissing _into _him, while my hard cock is fully inside his ass. That's not something I've ever thought of before, and for some reason the image is . . . kind of hot.
Anyway, we finish, we zip up, we wash our paws. Anthros crowd around us, using the bathroom, but I don't really notice them.
We go back to the car, taking our time, stretching our legs.
In the last month, or so, we've done sexy stuff in all kinds of places. Hotels, motels. Once, the bathroom of an Ihop. We've jerked each other off by the side of the road, late at night, when there wasn't any traffic. We've blown each other in the back seat. We've cum on each other's faces. We've also cum on each other's dicks, stomachs, chests. I've spurted my load into his ass several times. Once, I pulled out and shot my spunk on his back and his ass.
The Great Dane's cock, by the way, is a long, slender sexy beast. And then there's his knot - Steve's knot is kinda big, but, when it swells to full size, gods, it's monstrous. Going down on him is one of the hottest things I've ever done - once you get the length of him inside your muzzle, your lips bump into that knot, that amazingly huge knot, and it's so throbbing and meaty. It's like, you're running your tongue down the shaft of his dick, and you're thinking, this is a really hot cock, and then you find that knot at the end of it, and it's like circumnavigating the globe, and you're not sure you can get all the way around it, it's so big.
Steve's cock is so long, and his knot is so unusually large (when fully swollen) that I'm almost tempted to bottom for the first time in my life.
Anyway, we're on the highway, again, heading west into the setting sun. A Bear somewhere in his middle age, and a young Great Dane. The road stretches before us. We're going everywhere and yet nowhere. In the back, there's a cooler on the seat (full of beer and soda) and crumpled-up tissues on the floor (full of dog spunk). California may or may not be the goal, but whether it is or is not, it's so far in the distance it may as well be Mars. It may as well be something we can only see under the right conditions, with a telescope, and only if we choose to do so.
"I feel like getting off," Steve says, looking at me with that sexy smile of his on his long muzzle.
The things he's learning. With me, he tried frottage for the first time, for example. For the first time, he had a Bear's tongue in his ass. I gave him his first sensual spanking. I pulled down his underwear and placed him over my knee - I made the spanking last, and I alternated between light and heavy blows. I also took frequent "breaks" during the spanking, where I rubbed the fur on his ass, or I inserted my thick Bear fingers into his anus - finger fucking him gently as he lay there over my knee.
"Me too," I say. Then I make a joke. "We could pull over, run into the woods and do it like ferals."
"Fast and rough." Steve starts massaging his crotch again.
"Take down your pants," I say, my voice getting hoarse.
The Great Dane does as I ask, but he takes his time. First, the zipper, then the belt. Then, slowly, slowly, he tugs down his jeans. He rubs his crotch some more, rubs his thighs, lifts his t-shirt and massages his flat stomach. Every few seconds, I take my eyes from the road - just for a quick moment - and I glance over at him. Eventually, the underwear slowly goes down, and - there it is, his sheath, somewhat on the short side, but gods what comes out of it is wonderful . . . I think I described his sheath earlier as "pert and muscular," and yeah, it's not that long (not that it has to be) but it's thick, and I love holding it, squeezing it, feeling the penis inside.
Steve's left paw playfully tugs at that sexy sheath, while his right paw reaches up and rubs his nipples.
When we find a hotel or motel for the night, I am going to fuck this young paragon of beauty, I am going to cum so hard inside his sexy ass, my seed will go so deep inside him, as I clutch him tightly to me and he cries out in pure pleasure. The first time will be on the bed - fast and rough, like Steve just said. The first fuck of the night will be fast and rough, my large Bear body covering his slender frame. Then we'll fuck in the shower, and we'll take our time, we'll go slow and easy, making it last. Later on, cuddling together in bed, feeling spent and drowsy, we'll probably get each other off again - perhaps my fingers will start to caress his sheath, and then perhaps I'll hold his balls in my big paw, and I'll inhale the scents of fur and shampoo and arousal . . .
Before then, before the hotel or motel, Steve will jerk off, in the car, as I watch out of the corner of my eye. He starts by rubbing that magnificent sheath, so tight and plump, and soon the tip of his slender, red cock emerges, and he begins stroking it. As more, and then more, of his penis slides out into the daylight, the sexy Great Dane starts running a finger up and down the shaft.
I start to slow down, and I tell Steve I'm going to pull over for a second. It's something I hate doing on the highway, unless there's no traffic at all.
When we're safely off to the side, I release my seatbelt and I lean towards him. I just needed to pull over for a quick kiss. It may or may not actually be quick, however. We press our muzzles together, and it lasts, who know, perhaps ten seconds or perhaps a hundred minutes. We kiss deeply, tongues together, saliva mingling. We kiss, and Steve's long erection stands fully up, quivering and pulsating. The smell of him makes me feel high, and I know that soon I'll be smelling his semen.
Then I put the car in drive, and we get back on the highway.
And Steve starts jerking off.