The Attack
#4 of Tough Times
Part 4 of my series... I tried to make this one longer, especially the naughty parts =3.
Do not read if you are under 18, hot M/M action is within.
Dylan was shaking with anticipation. He finally decided that it was late enough in the day to call Joe.
"Hey Joe! I miss you... No, lame. Hi Joe! What's up?" Dylan said to himself as the phone rang. It rang for about 30 seconds, each ring causing Dylan's heart to sink more and more.
"Maybe he just missed the call" Dylan said to try and re-assure himself. He called again. Same thing. Dylan was starting to get desperate. He looked at the piece of paper to make sure he got the number right. He noticed some writing on the back of the paper:
Oh, and if I don't pick up, just come
over. I'm probably in the shower.
Feel free to join me if you would like.
Joe's address was written on the bottom. It was like Joe had read his mind and knew that Dylan would freak if he didn't pick up. Dylan double checked the address and put on a change of clothes. He made his way downstairs.
"Hey Dad, where is Elm Street?"
"Uhh, just three blocks east of our place... You walk past there all the time."
"Sweet!"
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, my friend lives on that street, I'm going to see him if that's okay."
"Yeah sure, just keep in touch... Unless you have to save another injured pup." Dylan's dad laughed.
"What?" Dylan almost blew his cover. "Oh, haha, yeah, see you later Dad."
"Have fun"
"You have no idea how much fun I'll have" Dylan thought to himself.
Dylan couldn't believe how close Joe lived. It only took him five minutes to arrive at the house, which was similar in size to his own. He walked to the door and knocked, which caused it to swing open.
"That's odd... Maybe Joe knew I would come over" Dylan thought to himself with a smile.
"Joe? You there?"
He heard Joe scream "Stop!" and immediately freaked out.
"Fuck! Joe! What's wrong?" No response. He ran to grab the closest weapon he could find in the house, a fire stoker, and traveled to the source of the screaming. He ran into the basement and kicked all the doors open as he ran by, desperately searching for Joe. He knew he was getting closer, he could hear muffled screams and pants. He smelt blood. He came to the last door in the hallway and smashed it open with his leg.
Bad idea.
Dylan saw Joe on the ground, being attacking by an older man. There were scratch marks all over his face and chest which were oozing blood. His face was swollen and he had a heavy gash in his abdomen that looked to have been caused by a knife. Joe was struggling just to stay alive; he was gurgling blood and choking on it in his throat. The man that was pinning Joe down was an older, somehow bulkier husky that had the same coat color as Joe.
He was yelling "What the fuck is wrong with you! You ungrateful disgusting faggot!" Dylan had made quite a loud noise when he opened the door, and caught the attention of the raging beast. He stood up, and truly revealed his strength. He must have been 6'8" and think. He had muscles where Dylan had never seen them before. His body was just burning with sinews of flesh. Dylan almost let a whimper out, but he knew he had to stay strong in the situation. He couldn't let Joe down. The only smart move Dylan had made so far was keeping the stoker out of the husky's vision.
Dylan snarled. "Get the FUCK out of here. Right now."
The older husky laughed. "Hey, I recognize you! You are that bitch that my son was with, aren't you?" Dylan stood in noticable disbelief. How could a father do that to their own child? And how did his dad know who he was? Everything snapped together like a puzzle. His dad must have been driving the car that woke him up that morning! He must have been waiting for Joe to come home...
He had been thinking too long. Joe's dad lunged forward at him and had pinned Dylan to the ground. He began laughing while throwing punches at Dylan's face, growling and yelling "Stupid fucking faggots. Burn in hell!" Dylan lay there, squirming helplessly against the strong husky.
"NO DAD! STOP"! Joe yelled.
"You shut the fuck up, I'll deal with you in a second."
Dylan decided that this was his only opportunity to use his weapon. He pulled the stoker out from behind his back and swung it over his head, driving it deep into the back of Joe's dad. He yelped and began writhing in pain, as blood was pulsing out of the wound. He managed to stand up and tried to pull the stoker out of his back. He turned his body and was face to face with Joe, his son, who was filled with rage.
"Look at the fucking mess you have gotten us into, Joe." He said.
"The only mess in my life is YOU!" Joe screamed, and brutally punched his dad in the gut. This winded him and finally knocked him out. He limped over to Dylan, who was laying on the ground with a bloody face.
"Shit! Are you okay?" Dylan smiled and pulled Joe in for a deep kiss, his tongue violating Joe's mouth. Joe was totally thrown off guard.
Dylan whispered "Returning the little surprise kiss you gave me last night."
Joe laughed out of relief, but then winced and grabbed his abdomen. "The fucker stabbed me."
"Shit. Let me call 911." Dylan ran to a phone he saw on the way down to the basement and called for an ambulance. He hung up and felt Joe holding him from behind, his breath giving Dylan those same tingles down his spine.
"I am so sorry I didn't come earlier."
"You saved my life Dylan. What are you apologizing for?" Joe drew Dylan in for another long, passionate kiss. They stood there, holding eachother, staring into eachothers eyes.
Dylan heard people running upstairs, and yelled "Down here!" A tiger and a rabbit ran downstairs.
Joe said "There is another guy injured down here, in the far room to the right." The tiger instructed the two huskies to make their way to the ambulance, where someone would treat them.
They made their way outside, Joe's arm slung over Dylan's to help support him. A female cheetah rushed over to them, and began examining the injuries while asking questions. "What happened? How did you get these injuries?"
Joe said "I was attacked by someone. My friend luckily came over and saved me from the guy that was beating me up."
"Who was attacking you?"
"My... dad."
"Okay, let me stitch you up. Your abdominal would looks shallow, it should fully recover in a week or so."
Joe winced as the paramedic stitched his would. "Okay, you are okay to go. We have to rush your father to the hospital, I was told over radio that he is in critical condition." She jumped into the back of the ambulance as Joe's dad got rushed out by the rabbit and tiger on a stretcher, with the stoker still sticking out of his back. They watched as the ambulance drove away, the sirens blaring.
"I really have to shower," Joe said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs if that's cool."
"No, it's not."
"Oh... okay... I'll leave... sorry." Dylan said with his ears down.
Joe smirked. He even looked sexy with a bruised up face. "You are coming upstairs with me, idiot."
"Oh? I guess you might need some help cleaning up... I guess I'll come," Dylan said, mimicking the smirk that Joe always gave him.
Joe ran upstairs and Dylan followed suit. He was getting barraged with Joe's clothes as he went up the stairs; Joe was already stripping down. Dylan got Joe's underwear in his face, which he stopped to take a good smell of. The musk was like heaven to him. He stood on the stairs and sniffed over and over again, becoming intoxicated by Joe's scent.
Joe snapped him out of his phase and said "You can get the real deal if you come upstairs." Dylan was now horny and ready to go, so he chased Joe upstairs. Joe walked into the bathroom, with Dylan close behind, his tail wagging out of control. Dylan closed the door and was immediately pressed up against it. He turned his head only to have his muzzle intruded by Joe's. He accepted the visitor and dug his tongue into Joe's mouth. They stood there, Joe pressing his rock hard body against Dylan's, Dylan embracing Joe, for several minutes.
Dylan broke the kiss and asked "Aren't you mad at me? I put your dad in critical condition... And aren't you a little shaken up from that abuse?"
"You put that bastard in critical condition to keep me from it. And I'm really fucking horny for you and this," Joe made a grab for Dylan's semi-erect cock, which caused Dylan to gasp. Joe smiled. "So no, I'm not shaken up from the fight." Joe realized he was still idly fondling Dylan's cock, causing him to ooze pre all over Joe's paw. Joe pulled his paw away and licked hungrily at his fingers, savoring every drop of Dylan's juice.
"Okay, lets do what we came up here for..." Joe said with a wink, and turned the shower on. He let the steam envelop them before pulling Dylan into the shower with him. The hot water stung at first, as it hit the claw marks and bruises on Dylan's face, but he got used to it. He looked over at Joe, who had his paws clutched to his abdomen and was wincing.
"You okay Joe?" Dylan said with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Joe looked up at Dylan and they locked eyes. Dylan's heart rate started to increase, and he became lost yet again in Joe's blue eyes. Neither one of them wanted to break the stare; they were trapped in each other's eyes.
Dylan finally let his primal sexual urges take control of him and the situation. He nuzzled under Joe's neck, play biting and licking at the soft fur there. He slowly made his way to Joe's front, licking his smooth, wet chest fur. He moved to Joe's nipples. He playfully nipped at them at teased them with his tongue, sending shivers down Joe's spine. Dylan somehow managed to figure out that one of Joe's big weaknesses in sexual play was his nipples. Dylan moved further down, running his tongue over the ridges that were Joe's bulging six pack. He took careful note not to get too close to the wound on his lower abdomen. He ran his paws through the wet fur on Joe's stomach, feeling the definition of his abs. Dylan moved further down, using his nose to smell the musk that was still strong even through the water. He began to lick at the area where the source of the smell was coming from, loving the taste and smell of Joe's musk. He only noticed he had made Joe hard once his cock poked the underside of his neck.
"Oh! Hey, nice to see you again," Dylan said with a smile, which made Joe laugh. Dylan wasted no time, licking the tip of Joe's dick to get a taste of his pre. That familiar, strong taste was welcoming to Dylan, who devoured Joe's cock, slurping his tongue all over the husky meat. Joe moaned and couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips forward. Dylan pushed Joe's legs back, pinning them to the shower wall.
"S-Sorry" Joe mumbled.
"I'm gonna get you off all on my own. Get ready," Dylan said with confidence. He went back to sucking down on Joe's dick, licking, slurping, hungry for all the pre he could taste. He cupped Joe's balls with his paw, using his fingers to play with them. He started to bob his head up and down the shaft, all the way from the tip of Joe's cockhead to the base, where he got another fresh whiff of musk.
"Oh my god, yes!" Joe screamed. He scratched behind Dylan's ear, which Dylan took as a sign that he was doing everything right. He bad to bob his head faster, desperately trying to get Joe to climax.
"Holy...S-Shit" Joe blurted out between moans, and grabbed the shower head for balance. He used his other hand to pinch his nipples. It was something that Joe did ritualistically when he was coming close to orgasm. It drove Dylan wild. He continued to slurp away at the heavy dogmeat, however, he was now watching Joe play with his hard nipple while moaning and growling. He remembered the little trick that he did the night before to get Joe off, and he tested out its effectiveness again. Dylan plunged one of his fingers into Joe's tailhole, causing Joe's eyes to roll into the back of his head and his tongue to fall out of his open mouth. Joe didn't have enough control over his body to let Dylan know what was coming, but Dylan knew anyways. Joe's knot was throbbing out of control and once Dylan felt the pulsing on Joe's meat pause, like the calm before a storm, Dylan closed his lips and prepared. He shoved his digit further into Joe's ass, which finally set him off. He howled and destroyed Dylan's muzzle with his seed. He filled Dylan's mouth completely with each shot from his dick, and Dylan was quickly unable to keep up with the torrent of cum. He licked Joe's flared cockhead as it spewed stream after stream of semen into his open mouth. Dylan let Joe's orgasm slowly fade once he realized he had shoved two fingers up Joe's ass. He let the cum spill on his face, then onto his chest, then on his own pulsing member as Joe's dick finally finished its session. Joe slipped back into reality, his blue eyes returning to their position, He slumped down to the ground, eye level with Dylan now. The water cascaded over both of their bodies, as they sat there panting.
"I... want... you... in me." Joe said, still out of breath. Dylan was shocked. He was the submissive one in the relationship and he enjoyed it that way.
"Um... are you sure?"
"Shut up and fuck me," Joe whispered. Dylan laughed and remembered how he said the same thing that morning. Joe stood up, and gave Dylan a seductive stare before turning his back to him and moaned very suggestively. Joe took advantage of the fact that he knew Dylan was in love with his hulky, ripped body and playfully flexed his arm and back muscles, revealing how chiseled his muscles really were.
Dylan was now the one with his tongue lolling, drooling at the stud that was begging for his cock. He looked like a fucking porn star in the middle of a clip, and he was asking for Dylan. Joe looked back and smirked; he knew that his plan worked. Dylan quickly stood up from kneeling and grabbed his aching member. Joe's tailhole was already stretched from the heat of the shower and from the fingering he received. Dylan wasted no time plunging his cock deep into Joe. He moaned heavily in primal arousal. The hot walls of Joe's ass were clenching onto his dick like no paw could ever do.
Joe whined. "Go baby, all the way, fuck me hard!" Dylan was not used to being dominant, but the reversal of roles was making him drunk with lust.
Dylan shoved the rest of his dick into Joe, and noticed that Joe's cock was hard again. He started bucking, every thrust causing him to growl and Joe to moan "YES!" in his deep voice. As Dylan sped up, his knot immediately began to swell and his balls demanded to unleash their pent up load. He put his paw on the wall of the shower to try and balance himself, which trapped Joe inside of his arms. Dylan was having a tough time fighting his orgasm; he wanted this to last as long as possible.
As soon as Joe felt Dylan's knot tease his tailhole, he whined and said "Put it in me now!"
Dylan obeyed and shoved it in, which made a light popping noise. Joe expertly clenched his ass tight and threw Dylan over the edge. Dylan roared and released his largest load of husky seed that he had ever in his life. Joe moaned and his cock exploded again without being touched. spewing his sticky spunk for a second time, all over the shower wall. Dylan was still shooting after Joe had finished, filling Joe completely with his cum. They stood there, locked together, panting, smiling in the afterglow. Ten minutes passed, with only the sounds of their panting and the water hitting them.
Finally, Dylan softened up and pulled out of Joe's tailhole, his spunk seeping out, which got washed away.
Joe smiled embraced Dylan for a hug.
"Let's dry off," he whispered. He turned off the shower and grabbed Dylan and himself a towel. They dried off, looked at each other and started laughing. Their fur was all poofed up and it made them look like pups.
Joe went outside to grab his clothes and Dylan put his on. He made his way downstairs.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Joe said with his tail wagging.
"Sure."
Joe dragged Dylan into the living room by his paw and said "Pick!" motioning to the rack of movies.
Dylan smiled and said "Anything you want babe."
Joe frowned. "Fine." Dylan really didn't care at all about what movie they were gonna watch. He knew what it was like to be in love now.
Joe said "I'm gonna go make some popcorn."
"No... please don't"
"Why not?"
"...I want to be with you now." Dylan said with his ears down.
Joe giggled "Okay bud, whatever you want." He sat down on the couch and Dylan lay beside him, his head resting on Joe's lap. Joe turned the movie on and looked down and Dylan, only to see Dylan's sea green eyes staring back at him.
Dylan sighed. "I love you." He immediately blushed. He didn't mean to say that out loud. "Sorry I ju-"
Joe put a paw over Dylan's mouth. Dylan gulped. "I love you too Dylan. More than you know." He scratched behind Dylan's ear and watched him shut his eyes with a smile on his face. Dylan was in pure bliss. His long time love just reciprocated his feelings and he was sleeping on a warm pillow which was that man's groin. Dylan quickly fell asleep. "Sweet dreams, baby" Joe whispered and ran his fingers through his head fur. He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "Everything is gonna be okay," Joe thought to himself.