Go With the Flow
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Most people get off work and drag themselves home to collapse for a few minutes, or even hours, because their work has stressed them out and physically drained them of energy. Lucky for me, I enjoy my job and don't have that problem. I work in graphic design and actually enjoy working on the various projects, collaborating with my coworkers, and talking to clients about their needs. When I finish a project, it leaves me in a rather good mood that I can feed off of for the rest of the day.
That's the mood I was in when I left work to start my weekend. It had been raining cats and dogs which always leaves me in a fairly sappy, romantic mood that seems to help me relax and focus on work. The big office windows overlook the downtown skyline and the bridge across the river, and it was the right kind of stormy, heavy downpour that made me think of being curled up in front of a fireplace with someone while enjoying a cup of coffee. Not that I have anyone to share those things with, but it was a nice thought all the same.
We have desks at work, but are encouraged to move around to get comfortable when working on things if we think it'll help. I dragged a couple of beanbag chairs over to the window so I could lay back with my laptop and listen to the rain pelting against the window as I worked. I managed to knock out two projects I'd been working on, and had the rest of the day open to help a friend with one of her projects. It's a good place to work, and pays my bills rather neatly.
I live on the opposite end of town and take the subway to and from work every day. No hassle, no car payments, no parking fees... and no glamour. Our subway system isn't as bad as some cities, though late at night you'll still get your drunks and freaks. I get off at four in the afternoon, and there are more businessmen and students with me. You couldn't tell by the way I dress that I'm a career individual and not one of the students. We don't have much of a dress code at our work, and most days I'm dressed for comfort.
Today, with the rain coming down, I picked one of my oversized hoodie jackets. It was a mottled purple, magenta, and blue with a deep hood that I could pull over my large, canine ears and down over almost my muzzle if I wanted. Beneath I had a long-sleeved, black shirt with the company logo (a complex little squiggle I can't really describe with words too well). The only other thing I had on was a pair of blue-jeans that were, unfortunately, just slightly too long. Not enough that I was stepping on the hem or in danger of tripping, but with the heavy rain, the bottom inch or two of my jeans were soaked whenever I had to go outside. My paws were, too, but I always go without shoes and that's the price I have to pay.
I had headphones on as I leaned back against the doors of the subway, drowning out people's conversations with heavy drum and bass. It was a twenty-minute ride with only a couple stops, and I spent most of it staring off at the tunnel lights as they flicked past outside the windows. There was a cute African Wild Dog, like myself, across the compartment that I managed to lock eyes with. Definitely a student, probably not even old enough to drink yet. I made eyes at him and he flushed scarlet under his cheeks and then ignored me until his stop. Figures.
I got off the subway and took up a brisk pace towards my apartment building. It's a few blocks from the station on this side of my commute and I had to walk through more than a couple puddles just to get to my building. I practically bounced down the steps to by ground-floor apartment, still in a great mood from the events of the day. Keys in the lock, door open, and I stepped on in.
And felt my paws splash into water.
It took me a few seconds to register what was going on. I took another step into my apartment and felt more water splashing under my paws. I flicked on the flights and found the front entrance of my apartment was under an inch of water. I hopped off of the tile there and into the living room and my paws squelched disgustingly. There was more water in that room as well. "No, no no no," I muttered angrily, ripping my headphones out of my ears and tossing them onto my table as I walked through the living room and towards the kitchen.
Water. More water. Water everywhere. "God. Fucking..." My temper was hitting pretty hard now and I had to gingerly step around all the soaked, flooded carpet to check out the rest of the apartment. Every room had an inch of water and everything was soaked.
There goes my mood.
It took maintenance almost an hour to show up and figure out what the problem was. Apparently, there's a sump pump in the room with my water heater, in case stuff like this happens. They had it plugged into an outlet with a GFI, so when it tripped, it stopped working. And now my place is flooded.
"Do you need a place to stay?" Matt's text read. He was my boss and had become one of my better friends after I moved to the city.
"I do... my place is being torn apart by maintenance and it'll be a few days before they can put all the carpet back. There are fans everywhere to help it dry." I replied. I had spent the better part of the last three hours helping them clear things away and shoving stuff in a backpack for whenever I figured out where to go.
"Julia said you're more than welcome to stay with us. We have a guest bedroom in the basement. I'll pick you up in about twenty minutes." Matt sent me.
I smiled, despite the day I was having. Matt was a great guy, and a terrific boss. I could count on him for plenty of things, though I had never expected to be counting on him for this.
Naturally, the rain had stopped while the men were tearing up my carpet, so I just left them to their work, letting them know I was leaving for the night so they'd lock up, and I went up to the curb to wait for Matt.
His black SUV pulled up about thirty minutes later, and I pulled my headphones out before getting inside. The smell of meat and cheese hit me and my stomach growled- I'd forgotten all about food in the chaos after work.
"Derek! Sorry to hear about your place," Matt said, clapping me on the shoulder as I climbed into the big vehicle. He was a big, built tiger with the orange of his fur bleached to a gold color. Even when he was off work, I'd never seen him in anything more casual than a polo, like the blue one he wore now.
I buckled on my seatbelt and pulled my hood back, flicking my big, brown ears around now that they were free. "Ugh, thanks... I love it when it rains, but I was about to burn the place down I was so angry," I told him, dropping my backpack between my legs and leaning back against the heated, leather seats.
"Yeah, I feel ya. Don't worry, you're welcome to stay with us until they get it all fixed up for you. I picked up some pizza and beer for us. Something to take your mind off it."
"Mm, marry me," I muttered, closing my eyes as he drove.
It's a testament to how good of a friend Matt is that he laughed and reached over to give my thigh a squeeze. "I dunno, I think Julia might object," he said, patting my leg and laughing.
Matt wasn't gay. He was as straight as they came, and very comfortable with himself. "Just as well," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're not really my type." I winced as Matt slugged my arm.
I'd never been to Matt's house before now. We were good friends, but that was largely just drinks after work or playing a game online. Matt has a nice house in the suburbs just skirting the edge of the city. It's a two-story, brick and siding number hidden from the street by a copse of trees. The driveway circled back to the side of the house to a two-car garage and a large, wooden privacy fence cordoned off the backyard from the rest of the property. As the garage door closed behind us, I climbed out of the SUV and slung my backpack over my shoulders and waited for Matt to grab the pizza. I grabbed the case of beer and got the door for him as we went in.
Whines of excitement and the click-clacking of claws on tile greeted my ears as soon as we'd stepped inside. Two large, happy, German-shepherds were fighting to get close to Matt, tails wagging up a storm and tongues flashing out against noses and lips as they danced around.
"Whoa! Hey, back boys. Come on," Matt said, holding the pizza up high and carefully pushing his way past the excited dogs. "Sit!" he said, though the dogs were too happy to see "dad" to back off so easily. The smell of pizza probably didn't help either.
A sharp whistle came from upstairs and three sets of ears, mine included, shoot up to attention. I'm glad Matt didn't notice because I would have been embarrassed to have reacted the same as his dogs, but hey, that kind of noise gets your attention, canine or not. Both shepherds ran down the hall and up the stairs at the end, disappearing into the house.
"They're always so excited when I get home," he explained, chuckling and walking ahead of me to go upstairs.
"I bet. They're a lot bigger in person than in pictures." Matt had more pictures of his dogs around his office than his family, and I knew they meant the world to him. Another testament to him being a great guy- good men love their pets and treat them well.
I glanced around the basement as we walked. It was decorated rather neatly as a second living room with an entertainment system in the corner and a couch in front. There was a controller on the coffee table and I could see the game system was still on despite the tv being off, so it was obviously a room that got use. It was a nice enough space, though. Cozy and lived in, instead of the too-clean look some well-off people seemed to like in their houses.
The stairs led up to the front door, and then back up to the main floor, opening into a living room with a large vaulted ceiling, and a fireplace across from the front of the house. It was a beautiful space. They liked their earth tones, as was obvious in the decor. A tan, suede couch and a dark brown rug with some Navajo design. There were gold and silver art pieces on the wall, some bronze and even turquoise. It gave the place a rather desert appearance and everything went well together.
I must have been gawking because I didn't even notice Julia at my side until she took the case of beer from my paws.
"Here, let me get that from you," she said, smiling warmly at me. I'd only met her once or twice in the past when Matt brought her to work events, and she'd always been in a gown or something fancy and very becoming. Today, at home, she was dressed much more comfortably in a pair of sweats and a baggy tee that had to have been Matt's, and looked no less beautiful. She was a doe that barely made it past five-foot-tall, giving Matt a full head of height on her with me in-between.
"Oh, thanks," I said, letting her take it from me so I could take my backpack off and leave it near the stairs. Both shepherds were sitting in the living room gnawing on some newly-given rawhides and looked immensely pleased with themselves.
"I'm sorry to hear about your place! Our basement flooded last year and it was a hard lesson to learn for us. At least you have a landlord to take the hit," Julia said, retreating back to the kitchen with the case held in front of her, probably weighing half of what she did.
"Yeah, I'm glad it's not going to cost me anything, but we'll see what ended up getting damaged. I don't think there should be any problems, but you never know," I said, following along behind Julia into the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, marble countertops... this was the kind of place I'd like to have when I get settled down with some guy of my own. "You guys have a very nice place."
Matt cleared off space at the kitchen table and put the boxes of pizza down before fetching some plates for us. "Thanks, we try to keep it clean, but with two dogs and Aaron, it can be difficult."
"Mhm, sorry about all the hair. I'd try to lie and say I vacuumed recently, and blame it on the dogs, but I just... haven't," Julia said, laughing. She had an easy laugh- warm and full of mischief and delight. I could see why Matt liked her.
"Oh, no, it's fine. My parents had a husky when I was in high school and fur would get everywhere. I'm just glad we don't shed as much as they do," I said, holding out my black-and-brown patterned arms as an example.
I heard the front door open and close rather quickly, followed by the loud thump thump thump of someone running down the stairs.
Matt rolled his eyes and shook his head, though he was smiling. "Speak of the devil."
"It's because he could smell the food," Julia said. When she saw my puzzled expression, she clarified. "Aaron just got home. He said he was going to be late coming home from school."
There was more thump thump thumping and a tall, lean deer with white fur appeared at the top of the stairs dressed in loose, gym pants and a t-shirt that was just a size too small. I'm glad my back was to my friend and his wife because my eyes widened and my jaw must have dropped open an inch or two. Don't get me wrong, I love Matt like a brother and think he'd make a great husband, but he honestly isn't my type. He's strong and muscular and thick in a domineering way. I don't mind that, but I like my guys built more like me- a sleek, runner's build.
Aaron was my type. I don't really like younger guys, necessarily, especially ones still in high school, and especially not ones that are the sons of a good friend, but Aaron was... cute. His fur had obviously been dyed until it was a snow-white color, and his hair was still a yellow-blond mess that fell over his ice-blue eyes. I looked just a second longer than I should have, though, and those eyes found mine, locking on. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and in that moment, I felt like I could have fallen into that gaze.
Aaron held the gaze, a range of emotions registering there- confusion, recognition, and then realization. He knew exactly how I felt, and if I wasn't a bad judge, I'd say he welcomed the attention.
Matt broke the silence first, though, looking back, I don't think there had been more than a split second of pause. "Ah, Aaron. I texted you earlier but I don't know if you got it. This is Derek, a friend of ours. His apartment flooded and he'll be taking the spare room in the basement next to yours, so no blasting music and keeping him up.
Aaron rolled his eyes and walked towards the kitchen, grinning wide. "I won't. Nice to meet you," he said, pausing near me and holding out a hand.
I didn't want to shake his hand. I didn't want to touch him... Okay, I did want to touch him, but I didn't want to do so at this moment. But I couldn't be rude, and my body had reacted on instinct anyway. I took his hand in my paw and shook it firmly, my heart racing a few beats quicker as I ducked my head in a greeting. "Nice to meet you, too," I said.
"Sucks about your place," he said, walking into the kitchen and then letting out a happy groan. "Oh, I wanted pizza, too."
My heart was still racing and my pants felt a bit tighter after the encounter with Aaron, but the tiger spoke before I could say anything.
"Was thinking about playing a game if you want to join. Always better with four," Matt said, opening a beer and tossing the bottlecap into the trash. "If you want to, that is," he said, looking over to me for my input.
I agreed, and for the next two hours we played several board games that I hadn't even heard of until tonight. To my surprise Julia actually won the first couple, and I pulled out a win on the third. They were a good family, and could joke around and talk trash with each other while playing games and backstabbing each other to win. It helped loosen me up, especially with Aaron next to me, though I think the beer might have had some say in the matter. They let him have two, also, and we were all a bit tipsy as the night went on. The shepherds, Kujo and Flash, got a couple pieces of crust, and mostly lazed about beneath the table, begging for pets and more scraps.
My phone had been sitting on the corner of the table between Aaron and I, and I heard it buzz with the sound of a new text and I picked it up to check who it was from while Matt and Julia argued about what game we might try next. The text was from a number I didn't know, and my brow furrowed in confusion as I opened it up.
"Do you think I'm hot?" it read. I blinked and realized that there was an outgoing message sent to that number from perhaps ten minutes before. A simple, "G" typed and sent, though I would have bet good money that I hadn't sent that. Realization dawned on me, though, and I felt my throat tighten up, mouth hanging open an inch as my eyes flicked to where Aaron had been sitting. He wasn't there, but I turned my head and saw him leaning against the counter next to the fridge, grinning over at me with his cellphone in both hands.
Aaron glanced towards the living room where his parents were, and then back to his phone. I hadn't responded yet, but that didn't seem to bother him. "You are," he sent to me. Then, with his parents in the other room, still talking about laughing drunkenly, he lifted his shirt up to show off his smooth, flat stomach and slender frame.
All I could do was sit there, staring across the kitchen at the teenager in horror, no idea what to say. I just held onto my phone, mouth agape as I ogled the deer in front of me. There was nothing I could say back to him. I didn't want to admit that I found him incredibly sexy. He was my friend's son! He was my -boss's- son!
The deer seemed satisfied with my reaction and he let his shirt fall back down as he typed up another message. "I bet you have a thick knot to play with."
My eyes crossed for a moment and my heart skipped a beat or two. This was starting to get out of hand, and my sheath was already swollen from the teasing and jibes he was giving me. That last sentence had a few inches poking free and pre drooling against the cotton of my jockstrap. I didn't want to reply, but my fingers seemed to move of their own accord, and I sent back a, "Maybe." It sounded so lame, but my head wasn't working right, and it was the only thing I could think to say.
"Cool. I love knots. I've taken one or two. Wonder if yours was bigger. Here, see for yourself." The message came from across the room, an all-too-smug deer boy tapping away on his phone.
I read it and my cheeks burned as I read the last part of that message, and then a video file appeared. If I had been a cartoon character, I think blood would have started dripping down my nose in pure arousal. I had enough presence of mind to make sure the volume was off before hitting play, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
Aaron was on all fours in some well-lit room, probably his own, and the camera was taking stock of the situation from underneath. A pink, uncut dick hung heavy and drooling between slim, athletic thighs. Copious rivulets of cum ran down from his tailhole and I could see another set of heavy balls hanging down between light brown thighs. Whoever it was was buried deep in the deer and I could see the hilt of a canine cock as they tried to pull back. I saw his ass widen a bit and then a thick knot pulled back out with a slop of cum, but it didn't quite look right. The cum was clear and runnier, and the body was... wasn't like how I was built.
I nearly dropped my phone I was so shocked. My head whipped towards the living room where I saw Kujo lazing on the carpet. It had to have been him, because Flash is a white shepherd. I'd seen videos like this before, and enjoyed what I'd seen, but I hadn't expected Aaron to send me something so deviant and up front. My cock was now at full attention and straining against my jeans, and I could hear him chuckle from across the room as I put everything together. I'd just watched my boss's kid impaled on his dog's knot.
And I had liked what I saw all too much.
"So, we can't agree on a new game, but it's getting late anyway," Matt said, suddenly at my side next to the table.
I jumped so hard that my knees hit the underside of the table and my phone flew out of my hands to clatter on the floor a few feet away. "J-Jesus!"
Matt burst out laughing and had to lean on the kitchen table to keep himself upright. "I didn't mean to scare ya!" His words were slurred and he clapped me hard on the shoulder, nearly sending me from the chair.
"It's fine, I'm just tired." I gave him my best smile and quickly retrieved my phone before someone else could. Matt's a good guy, but I'm not sure if his brain would survive seeing the video Aaron had just sent me.
Speaking of the evil deer, he wasn't in the living room. He must have excused himself when his dad entered the room, though I don't blame him. I said my goodnights and thank yous to Matt- Julia was already in their bedroom, and I went downstairs to the guest bedroom.
I'm not naive, but I honestly thought I might make it through the night without molesting my boss's son, as long as I could get to the bedroom, close the door, and pass out. Luck, however, isn't on my side. Or maybe it is, depending on how you look at it.
As I flicked on the bedroom lights, Aaron looked up at me from where he lay sprawled on my bed. It was a rather spartan room with only a bed, two end tables, and a closet, but it could have been a pallet with a blanket tossed over it and the sight would have been just as alluring.
The white deer was laying on the bed in only a pair of skimpy, red underwear. His arms were behind his head and his large ears flicked towards me as he saw my expression. I could just barely see the stubs of his antlers peeking up over his untidy, blond hair. He wasn't alone on the bed, either. Both Kujo and Flash were laying on the mattress, backs pressed to the deer's sides. My eyes flicked to Kujo and the video I'd seen earlier played through my head.
He spoke first, which worked out because I had nothing between my ears at the moment. "Did you, uh, like the video?"
It was cute, actually. He was all grins and knowing smiles upstairs when he was looking down at his phone, but now he was speaking to me directly and I could see his cheeks turning red. That certainly helped my nerves recover. "It... was good, yeah," I said, closing the door behind me. I was probably nine years older than this kid, but at least he was a senior. I think. At any rate, my fate had been sealed when I shook his hand earlier in the night.
Both dogs' heads raised off the bed to look at me as I approached and I could feel my heart starting to pick up the pace as I sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down to pet one of them behind the ears. "I haven't ever known anyone who's done something like that."
Aaron brought both his hands down to stroke each of the dog's sides, fingers digging in against their pelts. "It was something I found online a few years ago. It's... a lot of fun."
My eyes traveled to his smooth, white stomach and up over his chest. His cheeks were pink beneath the fur, but he was smiling as we spoke. When I glanced lower, I could see the outline of his shaft, probably half hard, through the red cotton of his underwear.
"Do you wanna see it again?" he asked, eyes meeting mine when I looked up, surprised.
At this point my limbic system was running the show. Boss's son be damned, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see that again. "Y-yeah," I said, and I was surprised that my voice came out in a husky growl.
I'm not a big guy. I'm not dominant and the kind of take-control kind of guy in bed, but I'm also not typically a roll-over and obey orders sort, either. I go with the flow of things, and let events run their course. And all the courses seemed to be running this way, so I could either follow along or leave. A hard throb between my legs told me that the latter was out of the question.
Aaron sat up and gave each dog a nudge with his legs. They got on up and hopped off the bed. I just sat to the side, watching as the deer slid down his underwear and tossed them onto the floor where Kujo began sniffing at them curiously. Aaron was big. Not comically large, where you think that an erection would make its owner pass out from blood loss, but certainly larger than most guys. You ever want to find a big dick, just look for the slim guys, not the big hulking gym rats.
He was uncut, too, and my mouth watered. I wanted to go to him and wrap my lips around his cock and sneak my tongue under his foreskin to taste him, but I let him continue with his mission. Aaron climbed off the bed near Kujo and ran a hand between his ears, giving him a few scratches before reaching beneath his belly to encircle the fuzzy sheath with one hand.
The reaction was immediate.
Kujo's hips hunched forward a few times in quick thrusts and his nose began snuffling excitedly at the deer. Aaron pulled his hand away and Kujo humped at the air a few more times while Aaron leaned over the bed and stuck his butt up in the air. Kujo's nose dove under the deer's small tail and I could see his tongue flashing out over the pink pucker there which looked like it already was slick with lube.
I'd say I felt rather voyeuristic as I sat there, watching, but that is literally what I was at this point. My cock was straining against the inside of my jeans and I was certain my jockstrap was going to be soaked in minutes as I watched. I don't think Aaron would have minded me joining in, or stripping down, but I let him do his thing. We had all night.
Aaron made adorable sounds as the dog's tongue probed at his tunnel and I saw his hands clench against the bedsheets now and again. Kujo apparently had his fill of deer and he hopped up onto Aaron's back, forelegs wrapping around the deer's middle while those hips closed the distance.
"O-oh," Aaron whispered, closing his eyes and letting his head rest on the mattress. I wasn't certain if the dog had hit his mark just yet but then I saw those hips lurch closer and a loud gasp came from Aaron's mouth. My cock throbbed between my legs.
Kujo was grunting and making soft woofs of pleasure as he hammered into the deer repeatedly. I could see flashes of pink between them as the dog's cock pistoned in and out of the teen's hole and I sunk off the bed to move behind and get a better view.
It's a good thing you can't forget to have your heart beating because I had definitely been holding my breath without realizing. I ended up laying on my back with my head under the deer's waist to peer up at the view. I could have died right there and been happy. From this angle, I could see a swollen dog cock plowing deep into the deer's passage while pre ran in streams down his taint and over his balls. More drooled down in thick lines from the deer's uncut cock and from where I lay, it dripped onto my forehead and neck.
Aaron made a soft whimpering sound and I heard him panting, probably trying to relax as his insides were invaded by the rough pounding the dog was giving him. Kujo was not gentle, and his thick knot was banging on Aaron's entrance, seeking a way in. If he had been fully engorged, I don't think it would have slipped in, but it was still growing, and it speared through the deer's ring and locked them together.
I could no longer remain a silent voyeur at this point. Pre was dripping onto my face as it ran down Aaron's taint and dripped from his balls, and more was pumping from that hooded head just inches from my muzzle. I reached up and grasped the thick shaft in one of my black and brown paws and the heat of it throbbed in grip as I began stroking back and forth.
I shouldn't have been surprised at how quickly Aaron came. Whenever I have a thick knot wedged up my innards, pressing on all the right spots, I usually am just a hair trigger away, too. Aaron must have buried his face against the blankets because I heard a muffled cry of exaltation before ropes of pearly white cum splashed down over my neck and my shirt.
I wormed my way closer until the head of his cock was against my lips and another burst soaked my cheek with seed before I could get the head between my lips. It pulsed and I could feel several more splashes over my tongue as I teased it beneath the kid's foreskin. It was bitter and salty, but that didn't bother me as I swallowed and coaxed more from him.
I was dimly aware of a hard throbbing between my legs and my body jerked involuntarily as I climaxed without even touching myself. The crotch of my pants felt warm and thoroughly soaked and I let out an annoyed whine as I sucked at the deer's shaft, one paw holding it at the middle while the other over his stomach.
Aaron shifted forward, closer to the bed, and his cock pulled free of my mouth, drooling another thick glob of cum over my chin. I wasn't sure why he pulled away, but my eyes flicked upwards to see that Kujo had dismounted and was trying to pull away. Mesmerized, I watched as, just like in the video, the deer's ring slowly parted and the thick knot tugged outwards with a rush of watery semen. From where I was laying on the floor it splashed down over my muzzle and cheek and when the dog pulled the rest of his shaft free, more of it ran down to fall on the bridge of my muzzle.
Kujo retreated to the corner of the room where he flopped on his side and began licking at his engorged member. I felt a shiver run through my body and I slowly backed out from underneath the deer to remove my shirt and use it to clean my face off as best I could.
Aaron was still breathing hard and he lifted his head from the mattress to gaze over at me. "I... I want to see you try it."
I laughed nervously and glanced down to where Flash was standing near Kujo, sniffing curiously. The part of me that thought that it would be too much to handle, and probably not the smartest idea that night was obviously not running my mouth, because I found myself agreeing before my brain could get back to working speed. "Alright."
Aaron reached beneath the bed and pulled out the bottle of lube he'd used earlier and looked down at my jeans, eyebrows rising beneath his hair. "Did you cum already?"
I blushed hard and looked down at the crotch of my jeans. Sure enough, they were drenched. I popped the button open and pushed them down along with my jockstrap. My cock was still fully hard, and my knot was the size of an orange, angry and red as it thumped in time with my pulse. Cum matted down the fur all over my inner thighs and I felt embarrassed, but I shrugged it off. "Watching you was... hot... I can go a couple times, though."
One of his hands reached down and squeezed my knot, giving a gentle tug. I saw stars as my hips lurched forward towards that paw. I guess my kind isn't all that far removed from our feral counterparts. Maybe I was just that horny.
"Hang on," he said, dropping the bottle of lube on the bed before grabbing both the pillows and dropping them on the floor. Before I could ask what, he was up to that paw was on my knot again, leading me towards him. I followed along like a dog on a leash and watched as he lay on his back on the pillows, legs parted so that the tip of my cock nestled in against his hole. I could feel dog cum dripping back out against my shaft as he tugged me closer. I must have been thicker than Kujo, or maybe he was still sensitive, because he gasped out as my cock slid into him.
My shaft tingled almost uncomfortably after having just gotten off, but I pulsed inside the young deer, eyes lidded with a primal satisfaction as my knot ground against his ring.
"Push it in... I want you in me while he fucks you," Aaron whispered, squeezing himself down on my length and pulling at my arms so that I was now leaning over him on my hands and knees.
I nodded and buried my damp muzzle in against his cheek as I ground my hips forward. There was a bit of resistance and then he relaxed all at once, and my knot locked us together. If I hadn't cum only minutes ago, that would have set me off right there, but right now it was just a pleasant snug feeling like when you roll yourself in a blanket.
Aaron moaned beneath me and his legs wrapped around my waist, arms holding on tight around my neck. He took a few seconds of deep breaths and I felt his teeth against my neck before he let out a pleased sigh.
"Alright. Flash! C'mere," he called, snapping his fingers and calling the white shepherd to him. The big dog came over and snuffled excitedly at us and once more that white hand dipped beneath the dog's flank to squeeze and stroke at his sheath. Flash's hips did that jerky, thrusting motion before Aaron's paw fell away and the dog began looking around for something to hump into.
I lifted my tail in true, doggy fashion, expecting to feel that nose and tongue up against my pucker, but Flash had no such manners. He hopped right up on my back and it was only then I remembered that we hadn't even gotten around to lubing me up. Before I could cry out and tell the dog to wait, those forelegs were wrapped around my waist and the tip of the dog's shaft pressed right on into me.
I nearly yelled out, but Aaron's hand tangled in my hair and pulled me into a kiss. It would have been romantic, or sensual, if the pain hadn't made spots appear in my vision. Flash was just as gentle with his thrusts as Kujo had been, and I felt that dog's cock, mercifully slick and dripping copious amounts of pre, hammering into me. I was able to return the kiss after a few moments and the fleeting pain receded enough to let me enjoy the sharp, feral jabs of the dog on my back.
Flash didn't have a lot of weight to him, but the momentum carried through my body with each thrust and dug my knot in against the deer under me. I could feel one of Aaron's paws between us, stroking his dick, and my cock flexed inside him, already starting to beg for release again.
The ride lasted just as long as Aaron's had, and soon enough I could feel the telltale bulge breaching my ring with each thrust. Even though my fur was already soaked and matted between my thighs from my earlier load, I could feel doggy pre running down from my hole and over my fur, tickling the shorter hair there. My kiss with Aaron broke and my arms shook with effort to keep me upright as the dog above me panted and let out soft, "gruff" noises.
Ferals don't wait until their knot is obscenely large before trying to plug their mate with it. Something I was very grateful for right now, and something that maybe us two-legged dogs might wanna try sometime. I felt the thick bulge slip into me, still small enough to not cause any added pain, and then it swelled like a balloon in my walls.
Just like I'd mentioned before, too, when I've got a thick knot wedged up against my prostate, jerking back and forth and setting my nerves on fire, it doesn't take much to get me to cum. Aaron shot off first, though, and I felt ropes of deer cum splashing up between us. His passage clamped down on my knot, milking and quivering around me, and I came again.
My arms did give out that time, and I collapsed forward onto the deer, pinning him atop the pillows as my cock emptied what must have been a billion gallons of cum into him. Flash let out a startled yip as I pitched forward and he pushed back in surprise and wrenched his turgid knot from my hole. That's certainly something that us two-leggers don't do. Usually.
My eyes crossed and I think my vision might have short circuited for a moment as I felt that knot break free of me. It hurt, but in that sort of burning way that your muscles feel after a good workout. It was enough for my legs to give up, too, and I landed fully atop Aaron, breathing hard as if I'd just run a marathon.
We stayed like that long enough that we both passed out for maybe an hour or so. It had been late when we started, and powerful orgasm or not, we'd both been drinking, and were tired. Kujo began whining to be let out of the room, and we woke from our dozing to get things back in order. Aaron directed me down the hall to the bathroom to get cleaned up while he took the dogs outside, and then took our clothes, and bedding, to the washer to get the evidence removed.
I shouldn't have been surprised when he joined me in the shower minutes later, but I had suspected that he would just go to his room to sleep. It surprised me more when his lips found mine while we were under the running water.
It had been an extremely up and down day, to say the least. I ended up in Aaron's bed after we got cleaned up and let the dogs back in the house. He assured me that his parents wouldn't find out I was in here, and I was too tired to argue.
And it felt rather nice to have someone laying in my arms, legs tangled together while they snored cutely. God help me, I think I might have developed a crush on my boss's kid. And I was going to be staying here another few days, too. Who knows what other trouble I might get into before the weekend was out