About Last Night... Part 1
"Care to have a drink with me?"
The young border collie looked up from his nearly-empty water glass, as if he was coming out of a daze. The canine was by no means feminine, but he seemed to dislike his lithe frame, judging by how he dressed. He was wearing a loose-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of baggy denim jeans, which were held up by a plain leather belt buckled around his small waist. His black and white double-coated fur loosely filled the extra space in his clothing, giving the illusion of at least some bulk. His icy-blue eyes scanned the rest of the bar counter, which he sat at the very corner of. The other males of varying age, build and species paid him no mind, save for one. A large brown bull was leaning on the counter, shot glass in hand, his black eyes gazing intently at the youth.
"Hey, care to have a drink with me?" the bull asked again in a deep baritone.
A small tinge of a blush formed on the border's cheeks, and he meekly nodded. The bovine grinned as he got up off his stool and approached the younger male. He was certainly big, much bigger than he first seemed. Large, corded muscles strained against his tight gray tank top, and his arms were as thick as tree trunks. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his black leather pants as he lumbered past the other patrons, his hooves giving a heavy thud each time they hit the floor. He smiled warmly at the border collie as he got closer, his golden septum ring glinting softly in the dim light of the bar. "So, you got a name?" he asked as he sat down in the empty stool next to the canine.
"I-Isaac," he mumbled.
The bull grinned and nodded. "Nice to meetcha, Isaac. Name's Jethro." He held out a big, beefy hand for Isaac to shake, which the border accepted. As his paw was clenched in a firm grip, Isaac could feel the rough calluses on Jethro's palm and fingers. It was obvious that the bovine was in a profession that involved a lot of physical labor. Jethro released Isaac's paw and placed his arm on the counter, his eyes falling upon the young male's glass. "Just drinkin' water, huh?"
"I'm of legal age," Isaac retorted defensively.
"Hey, I never said you weren't." He snapped his fingers, summoning the barkeep over. The clouded leopard eyed the pair as he finished cleaning out a shot glass, waiting for their orders. Jethro flashed the feline a cool smile. "Hey Mike, hit me up with a scotch, and, uh..."
The border collie smiled politely. "A Bourbon Blackhawk." Mike nodded and grabbed two clean glasses, starting to prepare their respective drinks. Jethro looked at Isaac with slight surprise and gave an awed whistle, causing him chuckle lightly. "What? Think I can't have heavy drinks?"
"I just might have misjudged you a bit. I mean, you've been sitting here in the corner ever since you came into the Ruff Dog almost an hour ago."
Isaac grinned coolly, taking his drink as Mike set it down on the table and took a swig. "You've been watching me this whole time?"
Jethro shrugged and gave a hearty laugh. "Can't blame a guy for lookin', right?"
The hour seemed to fly by as the two males made small talk over their drinks. Isaac told Jethro that he had turned 21 just a month ago and was just about to enter his fourth year at the local college, and listened in awe as the bull told him about life as a motorcycle mechanic. "I do my own tune-ups, restoration and customization. Did ya see the red Harley-Davidson FXR parked out front?"
"That's yours?"
"Nah, I own the black Honda CX 650 next to it."
About 30 minutes and 5 drinks later, Isaac was red in the face and a little wobbly in his stool. "I mean, why the hell ish it called ADVANCED biochemishtry? It'sh the same crap we learned in Chem 101...!"
Jethro smiled a little nervously. "Okay, little guy, I think you've had enough drinks for tonight."
"Who you callin' little? I'm perfectly fine!" It was at that moment that he leaned a little too far back in his stool and toppled over, and would have smacked the back of his skull hard on the wooden floor had the bull not quickly caught him and pulled him up against his large frame. Isaac giggled as he nuzzled the male's large chest. "You smell pretty..."
He sighed softly as he scooped up the border collie and cradled him against his chest. "I'm callin' it a night, Mike. I'm gonna take Isaac here with me, then drop him off at his house when he sobers up in the morning."
"Awfully kind of you," Mike replied with his usual dryness, not even looking up as he tapped a customer another glass of draught beer. "Have a good night."
With Isaac in his arms, Jethro left the Ruff Dog Tavern and went over to his 1983 Honda. He grabbed a spare helmet out of the sidecar and strapped it to dog's head before setting him down in it. "You're lucky that I usually come prepared to give a drunk stranger a ride home," he said as he put on his jacket and helmet. He hopped into his bike, started it up, and drove off into the night.
The motorcycle pulled into the driveway in front of a modest split-level home in the suburbs. It looked like something one would see on the cover of an issue of 'Better Dens and Pastures'. The wood panel walls were painted a creamy white, with red brick foundation support contrasting it perfectly. A few birds were resting atop the reddish-brown roof, having a nice chat before retiring to their homes in the trees for the night. Jethro parked his bike and turned the ignition off. "Home sweet home..." He went over to Isaac, who was still in a bit of a drunken stupor, and helped him take his helmet off.
"Wow...! I wash expecting you ta live in a trailer or shomethin'!" The border grinned from ear to lopsided ear. "You're gay, aren't ya? Guysh like you who live in houshes like thish have to be queersh!"
Jethro blushed in the darkness as he pulled Isaac out of the sidecar and helped him up the stairs to the front door. He fumbled in his leather jacket pocket for the house keys, unlocked the door, and led his newest friend inside. Sure, the pair had only met like an hour ago, at a bar no less, but the bull considered this cute young male a friend.
The inside of the house was just as homely as the exterior. The spacious living room was covered from wall to wall in plush gray carpet, a glass coffee table sitting in the center of the room in front of a rather comfortable-looking black leather couch. "The bedroom is upstairs. I'll let you sleep it off and then take ya home in the morning," the bovine explained. Isaac just smirked lewdly, his buzzed brain obviously misinterpreting what the beefy bull had meant by 'sleep it off'. As soon as they were inside the bedroom, Isaac turned himself around in Jethro's grasp so that they were facing each other and licked the side of his face. He giggled like a child who had just given their schoolyard crush a small peck on the cheek. The bull blushed furiously, reaching a hand up to feel the damp spot of fur on his cheek. "I-Isaac?"
"Oh come on, don't play dumb with me," he slurred as he grinned lustily up at him, clumsily trying to get the leather jacket off the man's massive frame. "You brought me home with you, we're in your bedroom... I know exactly what you want from me, shtud...!"
Stud? Oh boy... "Look Isaac, I-I'm flattered, I really am," he began calmly, simply letting the drunken canine remove the leather jacket and toss it to the floor. "But do you really wanna go through with this? I mean, you did have quite a few Blackhawks tonight and-" he was cut off by a sudden rush of warmth to his loins. He looked down to see Isaac on his knees, eagerly lapping at the large bulge in his bikini briefs. He couldn't help but wonder how on earth Isaac had gotten his pants down that quickly. The large tongue felt so good, sliding along his package, the warm saliva soaking into the fabric... "-and you're not thinking clearly... and... ohhh fuck..."
After a few more licks Isaac got to his feet and gazed intently into Jethro's eyes. "Shomething tells me that the big burly bull likesh having hish cock shucked..." He got up on his toes and pulled Jethro into a deep, lustful kiss. His breath tasted heavily of bourbon, which only served to entice the already-hazy bovine. ~Ah, what the hell,~ he thought as he returned the kiss, wrapping his strong arms around the dog. Jethro stuck out his broad tongue and pressed it against Isaac's lips, which quickly parted to grant the large muscle access to his mouth. Both of the males gave heated moans as their tongues danced against one another, their breath and saliva mingling together into an incredible cocktail of unbridled euphoria. Jethro pressed Isaac tightly against his body, their groins rubbing together. Eventually he pulled away from the kiss and simply looked at him with a smile, panting softly with excitement. "Isaac, I..."
Isaac smiled as he brought his paw up, pressing a finger against the bull's lips. "Shut up and fuck me, big guy."