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Dog Days of Summer

Chapter Two

By Roofles

Commission for Coal

The summer night had been warm enough for the two to sleep away in each other's embrace, using the sleeping bag only as a sort of futon to lay on as the night blissfully passed them by. Neither cared to keep track of the time or set an alarm. CJ nor Marty wanted to ruin their time together after being reunited.

Marty had wanted to come out here to enjoy the stars with his friend. And he had. He'd been able to do that and so much more than he ever thought possible in the single day he'd been here. Able to reconnect with CJ had been a dream come true. Something Marty was sure would've taken far more effort than he thought it would've been... if he ever could. Their old friendship had remained strong even with their distance and silence between them. And… being here now, together with his friend, was stirring up all the memories and feelings he had chosen to pack away and leave behind with the husky.

His entire life seemed to have been fixed with that single night with CJ. And Marty could've laid there all morning and into late afternoon if it wasn't for the soft, furred covered finger that brushed against his face.

“CJ?" Was the first thing that escaped his lips, Marty rubbing and eye to make sure he was still there. And that this just wasn't another dream.

The human groggily stirred from the pleasant, fuzzy, warm, musky bedding they had fallen asleep on. The first thing he saw was a pair of icy blue eyes staring softly at him on the rolled blanket they had used as a pillow in the back of the truck bed. Those icy blue eyes cooled Marty's heart as the husky laid there with him, CJ petting over his face once more with a finger.

“Morning…" CJ whispered the words in no more than a breath.

Marty nose wrinkled from the canine's dog breath, and he chuckled. Laughing at the idea that it bothered him after what the two had done together the previous night. Eating the husky out, being smothered by the canine and covered with CJ's sticky release and it was the dog breath that bothered him. That something as simple as dog breath would bother him stinking as he did after it all.

And Marty laughed. He couldn't help himself as tears burned in the corner of his eyes as he heard the all too familiar sound of the husky's tail thumping.

“Morning…" Marty answered, looking down CJ's snout and into those eyes. He reached a hand out, feeling just how sticky he was after the frisky husky had his way with him… Marty pet the side of CJ's face and the husky just let out a soft, content sigh at the feel of his fingers touching him once more.

Marty reeked of the husky and CJ's twitching nose told the human that the husky was very aware of the fact. CJ, not once, ever bothered to mention it as he just smiled at the human he was naked with in the morning sunlight poking over one of the twin peaks.

“What time is it…?" Marty asked instead of the obvious question. Looking into those eyes once more… seemed natural. As if the two hadn't been separated these past couple years. That nothing had truly changed between them.

That Marty was here once more with his best friend and nothing in the world could tear them apart again.

Though, seeing those eyes look at him the way they were… Marty knew the scars from him leaving were still there and it would take time to get CJ used to the human being back with him without fretting. It might've been why CJ had been watching him sleep; as if worried, if he didn't, Marty would up and leave him again…

“Early." CJ just grinned foolishly, unable to help his tail wagging. Waking up next to him, his human, was all the canine had needed to instantly brighten his day.

The husky was already wide awake. He'd chosen to stay there, by Marty's side, instead of getting up. Instead of waking Marty from his sleep, the husky just laid there waiting for him. CJ just wanted to lay there, with him, and forget everything and everyone else in the world as he held Marty's hand in his sleep. Hoping that the human was dreaming of him as he had done these past couple years.

CJ didn't need to dream such things anymore now that Marty was back. And, holding his hand, the husky wouldn't let him get away again.

“CJ…" Marty couldn't help the smile on his face as he got on his friend. “That doesn't help…" The human winced, trying to look up at the clear blue sky above them to estimate what time it was. He wasn't used to sleeping in like this.

“It isn't noon. Nor is it night. Or like dawn… or dusk?" CJ, unhelpfully, just went on naming all different time periods he could think of. “It is the 'morrow though."

“What? The morrow?" Marty was confused, it was too early for this shit.

“You know, like, tomorrow but fancy man talk." CJ just chuckled sticking his tongue out as he tilted his head to one side knowing full well how cute he looked when he did that.

“I meant…" Marty just shook his head, sitting up a bit. The slight movement made CJ whine. The husky's eyes growing large as his ears splayed out. Marty stopped at that, looking over at him. “What?"

“Are you getting up already…?" CJ patted the bed once more, rubbing a hand over the sleeping bag and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he lounged back out at Marty's side. CJ propped a leg up, trying to be sexy. “I was hoping we could get a bit… closer, again. Before we got up." The horn ball husky didn't seem to mind the blush that took Marty's face as the naked husky posed for him like this.

“Here? Now?" Marty was already looking around. He could spy some other early birds waking up from their tents in the large field next to the cabin where the other canines had camped out at. They weren't exactly alone out here…

Not that had stopped them last night…

“What?" CJ snorted though, barking out a laugh and getting a couple of the other dog's ears perking up facing towards them now. Marty ducked back into the truck bed hoping no one had stumbled on the two while they… reconnected, the previous night.

As if reading Marty's mind, CJ growing smile split his muzzle apart.

“You know we weren't exactly alone, last night either…" The husky felt the need to point out, in the slowest way possible. CJ tip toeing his fingers over Marty's bare arm, up it to reach over and scratch at the naked human's chest with dull blunt nails. “Not that I heard you complaining about it… In fact, the noises you were making were just…" And CJ finished with a low, lustful growl that filled his fluffy fur chest.

The husky was clearly eager and willing for round two, but Marty was keenly aware of the other dog's here with them now. He was sure, once Scout and that red furred golden retriever woke up, they'd instantly be checking up on them. Marty didn't want to be caught red handed with his hand in the husky jar.

“Last night was…" Marty stumbled a bit, unsure how to phrase it without hurting the husky. “Well, I mean…" He tried again. “It was…"

“Fantastic?" CJ just grinned toothily at him, sitting up now and not minding being noticed by the others. The husky crossed his legs, resting his hands on the sides of his amble sheath as if trying to draw Marty's attention to it. “Wonderful? A horny romp? Ball emptyingly amazingly good time?" The husky just went on, snickering at the look passing Marty's face. The more Marty reacted to him, the further CJ pushed it. “A horndog good time? I like to call it that." He stuck the tip of his slightly too wide, drooly, grooved tongue out at the human.

“You sound as if you expected this to happen…" Marty frowned now, his cheeks still burning from it all. It wasn't as if the two of them hadn't done stuff like this in the past. In fact, the human was hoping they would. After they reconnected, not during… Marty had just been so swept up in the moment he couldn't stop himself even if the two had an audience.

Reconnecting with CJ was everything he'd ever wanted to do and last night had defiantly been a good step in the right direction.

“Once you saw me, I knew I'd be able to bang ya'." CJ just smiled, saying it as if it were the biggest compliment, he could've given the human. “I mean, just look at me." The husky gestured over his naked body, making Marty keenly aware of his own lack of clothes. And just how full the husky's sheath had gotten while they talked.

“We both know you would've dropped to your knees the second I snapped and told you too." Marty countered with a huff, trying to save face in front of his friend. CJ had been so passive before, submissive before the human. Hearing CJ talk like this was a change; Marty was trying to figure out for the better or not.

CJ just grinned at that prospect.

“I would love to see you on your knees." The husky just sat up fully, looking down at the shorter human making Marty frown. CJ wiggled his brow again, puffing out his furry chest and tossing his shoulders back with his head held up high. “Just a quickie?" CJ offered then, opening up one of his legs and motioning down with his muzzle several times, not subtle at all what he wanted.

“CJ…" Marty started, though he had to stop himself from smiling. If he let CJ know how much he enjoyed this, he knew the husky would never get off his back about it. Literally. Marty forgot how much of a chore it could be to try and keep up with a husky.

“Just a friendly reach around?" CJ offered instead as if trying to compromise with the human making a lewd jerking motion with his hand. Marty noted how the husky scooted closer, his curly tail wagging lazily behind him happily. “I could just sit on you again," CJ thought about it. “Or smother you with my balls, but you smell enough like me as it is." CJ tongue poked out at that as Marty's face began to burn.

“You can smell it?" Marty said louder than he meant too, covering his mouth. “Of course, you can." He rolled his eyes. It was exactly how CJ had found out to begin with that Marty had been interested in the husky. “Why did I even ask…" Marty lowered his hand down, looking away from the smiling husky.

This was going to be more complicated than the human had been planning on. If it was just the two of them, sure, Marty would be game. However, they weren't exactly alone here and the logical part of Marty's brain won out this early morning than the lustful side.

“You do have showers here, right…?" Marty eyed the husky. The change of tone, however, made CJ realize Marty was offering more than just a simple shower.

“Nope." CJ smile only grew at the frown growing on Marty's face. “I mean, we have the lake." He offered. “And the hose…" CJ chuckled. The husky had no problem with his human smelling like him. After all, it was best to make sure the other canines were aware of where Marty sat in the chain to make sure he wasn't, literally, piled on.

Marty cursed as he eyed the cabin suspiciously before at the husky who tried to look as nonchalant as possible, not wanting to confirm Marty's suspicion.

“And the cabin?" Marty just asked making CJ's ears perk up before splaying out as the husky giggled.

“Nope…" CJ lied, and Marty could tell instantly as he gathered his things and made his way over towards it, needing a shower before anyone else found out. “No wait, Marty!" CJ hurriedly pulled a pair of shorts on before catching up with his friend. “Dude, we shouldn't…" CJ was saying and yet he couldn't stop smiling sending very mix signals to the human who just rolled his eyes.

CJ hand brushed Marty's and before the human could pull it away, CJ had snatched it. Holding onto it, and him, tightly as they walked together over the gravel parking lot and towards the cabin.

“I need to take a leak anyways." Marty just said, figuring there was a bathroom as well as a shower inside the cabin.

It was still early in the morning in the Colorado campgrounds. Tents had been set up in the field away from the fire pit out front of the log cabin next to the gravel parking lot the two had come from. The sky was clear and the air fresh as Marty took a deep breath; all he could really smell was the aftermath of the husky from the previous night.

Taking a detour from the other dog's tents, Marty tried to go unnoticed with the giggling husky at his heels. Marty couldn't help but hush the canine, trying not to laugh himself. The two feeling far younger than they actually were as they tried to sneak back into the “house" to wash off the evidence of what they had done. This hadn't been the first time the two tried to keep it hidden from others.

And just like back then, they had been caught red handed.

Marty was trying to hush CJ who had both hands over his muzzle trying to stop himself at this point.

“I'm a husky, dammit!" CJ just said in a hushed, harsh voice. “I can't help it!"

“You couldn't help last night either, I bet!" Marty rolled his eyes as the two hugged the outside cabin wall and made their way towards the front door.

“Nope. I can't help myself, your honor. I'm just a simple-minded husky boy." CJ crossed a finger of his chest as if swearing in. Sticking his tongue out stupidly, the husky tilting his head to the side crossing his eyes and nearly made Marty lose it.

“Dammit CJ!" Marty couldn't stay angry at the giggling husky. “That's not an amendment, you know that right? You can't just be a husky and get away with… everything!" Marty muttered the last part, not wanting to just blatantly say what CJ and he had done together out loud.

Usually when they talked about this stuff in the open was when they'd get caught.

“Well, it should be! Husky amendment! Clears us of all our wrongdoing." CJ just perked up as the two went at it as they had done when they were school chums. “Let's go back to the truck and plead the fifth together!"

“Don't make me get a rolled-up newspaper, you horny little-," Marty was about to continue when a wall of furry muscle blocked his path. The human ran smack dab into Marshal's back making the larger canine jump slightly.

The Anatolian Shepherd looked over one of his broad shoulders down at the smaller male who had unwittingly run into his rear. The shepherd was butt naked, like most the other canines as Marty desperately tried to focus on the canines head. The other head, that was. Marshal's face relaxed seeing the two and his tail even wagged as he turned around to greet them.

“Awoo to you too." Marshal greeted them.

“Awoo to you, Marshal." CJ just returned it with a smile. Marty didn't even try to make the dog sounds and just added a “sup."

“Who's the horny?" Marshal just asked picking up the last bits of their conversation. He'd been trying to figure out who was being so loud in the morning. The two ending up getting caught because they were trying to be sneaky, ironically.

It really was like school all over again. And CJ's house. And that one time at church…

“CJ." Marty just jabbed a finger over to point at the husky.

“Marty." CJ just threw Marty under the bus as the two stood in front of the large creamy tan furred shepherd who was looking between the two.

Then Marshal's nose twitched, and the larger canine's ears splayed out as his eyes widen slightly. He chuckled, trying not to show his embarrassment but the smell clearly only meant one thing and the shepherd couldn't help get slightly aroused from it.

“It's not what it smells like!" Marty tried to instantly defuse the situation as Marshal's black bumpy lips slowly spread in a shit eating grin.

“You guys didn't…" Marshal just gruffed a bark of a laugh as he looked at the husky for confirmation.

“No, we didn't." Marty tried to say as CJ cut him off.

“He was asking for it." The husky tail was wagging his butt as the two talked about it with the human trying to pull CJ away. “Had to mark him. You understand." The two canines just nodded to each other.

“Aren't they all?" Marshal laughed now, a booming sound as he held his gut with both hands. “The hell ya' do to the poor guy? He stinks." Marshal said with approval. Anyone else would've been offended, except for a dog. And unfortunately for Marty, Marshal wasn't the only dog here.

“I don't know, man. I just ended up sitting on him mostly." CJ shrugged as if this was an everyday, average conversation between the two of them.

“CJ!" Marty hissed at him in embarrassment as the two dog's high fived above the human's head. CJ held Marty's hand and the human was desperately trying to pull it free so he could escape from the husky whose fingers might as well have been made of steel.

“Nice. Got to make sure he does!" Marshal nodded thinking about it. “Maybe I'll have to try that sometime…" A wicked grin spread over the tan shepherd's face at the thought.

“Try not to crush the bastard if you do," CJ just chuckled along with the larger canine before the two of them. “Marty was squirming like you couldn't believe!" CJ, needlessly, brought up. Just bragging about it now.

“I was not!" Marty had to jump in on that as he turned to Marshal who was just smirking at this point at the two. “He was the one whining for it!"

“'Oh please, CJ. Sit on me. I just need that ass of yours so bad!'" CJ mimicked Marty's voice the best he could as if recounting the previous night.

“You were the one begging for it!" Marty just turned on the husky now who was having a giggling fit at the reaction Marty was having to his teasing.

“Me? No, never!" CJ said crossing his heart once more and standing proud. “I'm an innocent, good boy. I plead the husky!"

“That's not an amendment!" Marty just shouted back.

“It should be!" CJ was having the time of his life at the human's suffering. “Then I'd always be an innocent, good boy."

“You're a stinky, musky husky! That's what you are!" Marty just said back poking him in the chest with a finger. CJ was just grinning like a fool as others came over to investigate what all the noise was about.

“Who's a musky husky?" Scout asked, the black Labrador walking out to join them from the cabin.

“Who else." Marshal lifted an arm up so Scout could join the three of them, only for the shepherd to plop his arm down over Scout's head and hug him painfully close. “Not like your any better." The shepherd just wagged.

“Oh, duh. The husky, of course." Scout said as he rubbed one eye looking between the two of them. The gears in the Labrador head began to slowly turn as he looked back and forth between the two trying to figure out why the two were so disheveled looking. There was bed fur then there was whatever happened to CJ. Then the light bulb seemed to flick on as he sniffed at them. “Dude…" Scout said before sniffing the human. “Dude!" And his face was breaking into a smile matching the one Marshal had. “You finally did it!"

“Well, we've done it before…" CJ tried to reason out but the sheepish husky was barely able to say anything as he bragged about it with his two friends, much to Marty's annoyance.

“Stunk him up good!" Scout was still sniffing at Marty, his wagging tail increasing in speed as he did so. Marshal had to reign Scout in from just shoving his nose against the half-naked human. Marshal grabbing Scout by the scruff of his neck and lifting him up.

Marty got an eye full of the naked black Labrador as Marshal did so.

“Just reeks." Marshal agreed as if the two were complimenting the husky this whole time.

“I know…" CJ rubbed the back of his neck, tail wagging as if showing something off to the two.

“Good seeing you both again, but…" Marty had enough of this and was shoving CJ towards the door. “We need to shower. Now!"

“Or we can't. That's always an option, you know!" CJ suggested with a shrug.

“Don't make me turn the hose on you!" Marty was about to get started with but ended up jumping as two rather large meaty rottweiler blocked their path. “Uh…" Marty started with, eyes trailing down the two naked brothers before quickly darting back up to their faces. “We're next?" He tried to say but it came out more of a squeak.

“Told you." The first rottweiler said looking at the two before heading inside without another word on the matter.

“Fine, whatever! I owe you five bucks." The other just growled as he followed the first inside, shutting the door in front of the two and ignoring Marty's silent protests.

“Everyone will know about it by noon." Scout offered, as if to be helpful. Marshal slugged his arm for that making the Labrador whine softly, rubbing the spot after. “I was only trying to help!"

“This can't get any worse." Marty groaned. As if jinxing himself, several of the other canines came over to greet them.

The overly affectionate canines were already greeting each other with hugs and sniffs as Marty tried to tip toe away with CJ before being stopped on the spot by the rather large friendly Saint Bernard he had met the other day.

“Mornin'." He greeted Marty with that award winning friendly smile that Marty was sure every Saint Bernard was born with. “How was your twos night?" Oscar said knowingly looking between the two while keeping that friendly smile on his face.

“Yeah!" An obnoxious voice piped up and a red fur golden retriever popped up between them, nosily pushing against Marty and eying CJ suspiciously. “What's with all the noise?" A smile spread over his face, tail wagging as the red fur golden adjusted himself openly making Marty blush even more.

Not a single dog there, other than CJ, was wearing pants or even underwear. Something Marty was trying not to focus on but only could after the golden adjusted himself so brazenly in front of the others. As if the single act was a signal to go ahead, nearly every other dog adjusted their sack and sheath with a hand nearly short circuiting Marty's brain. CJ even followed suit, groping himself through the short he clearly had only put on for Marty's sake as the two stood there as a spectacle for everyone else to talk about.

“You said no one would know until noon…" Marty glared at Scout as if feeling he was somehow responsible for all this.

“Not my fault you both couldn't even keep it in your pants." Scout said smugly, clearly enjoying himself… maybe a little too much. In fact Marty noted they all seemed to be enjoying this too much. Which only increased the level embarrassment Marty was currently suffering from.

It was like being caught without pants at school; except everyone else wasn't wearing pants. They were also dogs. Big himbo dogs that could smother the human. Whoever said to picture the audience naked had clearly not been around this many alpha male canines before.

“Oh shut up, you're not even wearing pants!" Marty just huffed in rebuke to the black Labrador.

“Are you two dating?" The golden just nosily asked, still trying to squeeze between the two as if to separate them.

“They're doing it, of course they are." Scout tried to reason out.

“You can fuck without dating." Oscar tried to reason, as if offering as he gave Marty a wink.

“Depends on what you do?" Marshal jumped in on the conversation now.

“What can you do that you can't do on a date?" Scout asked and that only started up a debate over the matter.

“We just reconnected…" Marty grumbled as they got in on it. Talking about the ins and outs, literally, of dating. What was ok, what wasn't, how much “bodily fluids" you can share and if you make eye contact or not during it.

The human was annoyed at how little CJ was putting into this as the husky just beamed proudly next to him as if showboating to the others about his conquest the other night. Head lifted high, shoulders back, matted chest fur out and proud, tail lifted high behind him as if posing like a superdog.

“So… you guys are dating?" Scout brought the conversation back around on the two, putting Marty on the spot.

“No!" Marty said quickly getting a low pitch whine from the husky. CJ eyes magnified as he gave him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes only a husky could. “I mean, I don't know?" He offered instead, getting a look from the large shepherd now who just lifted an eyebrow at him. “Shut up!" He just finished with a huff, grabbing CJ's hand and dragging the husky away from the lot beginning to surround the two of them and making a break for the lake.

Everyone watch the human drag the husky away about twenty feet before stopping. The two arguing for a moment before heading in the opposite direction towards the tree line to take a leak, still holding hands, as they ignored the rest. Bickering the whole time like an old married couple.

“They're totally dating…" Scout frowned after them.

“They are banging." Marshal just nodded, checking out Marty's ass unashamed that he was. “I get it." The shepherd just nodded in approval.

“Maybe they're just really, really good friends?" Oscar offered as if wanting to take his chance. His tail wagged at the prospect with a guilty grin.

“Aren't they like old school friends?" The golden butted back in, thinking it over what CJ had told them all.

“Young puppy love." Someone aww'd in the background.

“Who's the top?" Someone asked and soon enough a new debate began as the canines headed over to get breakfast started. Talking about who would top who in which situation, which position and if they'd be “open for others."

Meanwhile Marty and CJ were trying to pick out a tree to use…

“You can't just go and pee on someone else's tree." CJ said dead serious, shaking his head and covering his face with one hand as if in embarrassment for his friend. “I'm so glad, the other dog's aren't here…" CJ said, not seeming to mind being covered in each other sticky aftermath but at the idea of the dog's finding about Marty was a free pee-er.

“You're joking right…" Marty had to give him a look. CJ just returned it with one full of pity as he placed a single hand on Marty's shoulder and shook his head.

“Dude… no." CJ just said as if Marty had said something offensive. “I still love you but… not in front of the others, ok?"

“W-well how am I supposed to tell where I can pee?" Marty asked a little louder than he meant too; he was just glad the other canines weren't around thoroughly embarrassed as it was that morning. He wasn't sure how much more he could take without just imploding.

“This is why you got to hang out with a dog, man." CJ just chuckled with a knowing shrug of his shoulders. “I'm not sure if there are any nearby free trees, as we like to call 'em. Some of the guy's like to mark multiple trees, you know, just in case…"

Marty just frowned at that. “How does that exactly help me? Should I just go right here?"

CJ barked a laugh at the very idea as if Marty had been the one joking right now. With the way Marty felt though, he didn't really care where he went so long as he was able to relieve himself.

“I'll let you borrow my tree, my dude…" CJ just slung an arm over Marty's shoulders and led him to another, nearly identical tree from all the others.

The two stopped in front of it and just… stood there.

“So…" Marty began, noting how CJ hadn't removed his arm yet from his shoulder.

“Yes?" CJ asked, the husky's ears folding back and the nervous chuckle showing the husky's nerves. The inner part of his large triangular ears burned a dark maroon in embarrassment as he fumbled with his fly; more playing with the zipper rather than opening it.

“Are you going to just, like, stand there?" Marty had to ask, not zipping down himself yet. Nervous about having his friend, who'd he only recently go back together with, standing here with him as he was about to relieve himself…

“Well…" CJ cleared his throat, trying to sound huskier, ironically, than his voice naturally was. “It's my duty to watch over my tree… so…"

“Can you at least let go of my shoulder?" Marty was the one blushing now as he slowly zipped down.

“No…" CJ just said and would never give him a reason why he couldn't.

The two stood there for a good five minutes, just holding themselves in front of the other while they tried to “force the pee." As CJ kept growling out, under his breath. Neither of the two looked at the other, just standing there with the sun on their back trying to force anything out.

“Bro. Don't do this to me. Not now. Not in front of him…" CJ was growling down at his dick, not making eye contact with Marty who was trying to pretend his friend wasn't talking to his dick as if it were a sentient person. “We're trying to make a good impression!" The husky only whined softly, giving a forced reassuring smile to Marty before growling down at his dick once more.

“If you start chanting 'pee,' I'm leaving." Marty just said holding his own floppy with one hand and not looking at the husky.

“No, no. I got this! Really. Don't worry about it!" CJ laughed with an uncomfortably high note. “I won't fap for a week if you don't freaking pee!" CJ growled down at his dick; for a second Marty wasn't sure if he were talking to him or not.

“Ok, well…" Marty just stopped as he let loose, whistling innocently as he just sprayed his bro's tree down. With a few shakes, Marty tucked himself away and zipped up turning to leave.

“Waiiiiit!" CJ just whined loudly as Marty slipped free of his grip. The husky needing to use both hands now to hold himself. “Just. Give me a freaking minute!" He growled, not making eye contact still. “You can do this! Pee for your bro! Pee, damn you!"

“You know. This is new, for me." Marty noted from behind watching the husky just to tease himself further. “I never knew you were a shy pisser…"

“I'm not!" CJ whined out the last note before grumbling. “Just that…" He grumbled, ears splaying out as he blushed again.

“Just what?" Marty dared to ask now, frowning a bit himself over the spectacle the husky was making about peeing.

“It's just kind of hot… you pissing on my tree an all…" CJ mumbled underneath his breath. Marty wasn't following until he looked around to see the husky rock hard. CJ desperately trying to cover himself with a hand. “Bro! No peeking!" He barked at Marty who just laughed.

“Dude, is this one of those like dog things I always hear about?" Marty had to think it over trying to recall a time CJ was like this.

“It's just something I picked up from the others… shut up." CJ growled at the human who only laughed. Marty practically taking a step closer to tease the poor husky caught up in the moment.

“What? Don't like being watched? Does that turn you on too, bro?" Marty couldn't help it as the husky growled low, glaring at him.

“Don't make me pee on you…" CJ warned with a glare.

“That'd just get you off more…" Marty eyes drifted down the black and white fur husky to look at his red rocket. CJ whined at that, unable to cover it fully with both hands. CJ's knot was swollen and the tip was leaking a clear fluid. “That really gets you going!" Marty blushed, seeing the husky beginning to leak before him. “Horny husky, Musky husky, kinky husky!" Marty practically sung loudly getting another growl from the husky.

“I'm going to freaking do it!" CJ warned aiming his dick at the human as if it were a weapon, or in this case a squirt gun.

“Don't you freaking dare!" Marty took a step back. “I already stink of kinky husky enough as it is!"

“I'll make you smell worse!" CJ threatened and soon enough Marty was running back out into the open field with a worked up husky chasing after him threatening him with his dick.

Marty ignored everyone else and shot straight across the fields towards the lake with the husky hot on his heels while nearly every single dog there watched the two idiots.

“You already took his dick once boy! Just be a man about it!" An older canine shouted at him, shaking his head as the terrier headed over towards the campfire they were using to cook up breakfast.

Marty didn't catch it and ignored the barks, woofs and howls he got as he ended up screeching to a halt at the end of the docks and nearly fell face first into the water. The lake depths were dark and, as Marty turned around, he soon realized there was little option he had with the husky closing in on him.

“To jump or not to jump, that is the question…" Marty tried to weigh the two options as CJ barreled towards him. “Either way I get wet…" Marty easily side stepped his friend, sticking out his foot to trip the husky who couldn't slow down in time.

CJ spun around just enough to grab Marty's arm, the human leaning over the dock a bit supporting the husky balancing on his tip toes at the very edge of the wooden platform.

“Dude…" CJ said about to thank him for saving his life.

“Hey Ceej." Marty cut him off with a evil smirk.

“What…?" The husky asked ears splaying out.

“You need a cold bath." And with that Marty let the husky go and watched the flailing canine fall backwards, hard, onto his back and sink below the dark depths of the lake surface with his “mast" sinking with him.

CJ popped up the next second, spitting one and shaking his head standing up in the shoulder deep depths.

“Uncalled for!" CJ barked but laughed shortly after. “Hey…" He started up seeing Marty back up.

The human stripped off his shorts and was already racing forward shouting out “cannonball!" before jumping into the cold depths of the lake. It was the best and worst way to wake up in the morning. The cold water hit him like a bag of bricks and Marty was struggling towards the surface to catch his breath.

“Cold!" Marty shivered.

CJ ended up helping him out, holding the human as he took a moment to adjust to the temperature.

“Careful. The first step is always a doozy." CJ just grinned foolishly. “Besides…" The husky took a moment. “It's not that cold, anymore…"

And Marty felt the water warm up in front of the husky. Despite his efforts, CJ just held him securely as the husky emptied his bladder there and then with him. “You're welcome." The husky stuck his tongue out and ended up getting splashed in the face for it. The soaking wet husky just frowned at that. His fluffy fur drooping down as he frowned at the human before him. “You do realize, this means war!"

And with that the two began their game of, clean, water sports. Splashing the cold lake water at the other, squirting it between closed first and even trying to trip the other by diving down underneath the surface to grab at their ankles. CJ was very handsy and was grabbing more than just Marty's ankles by the end of it.

The human back away giggling as he swatted the frisky, playful husky hands away from his junk one more time.

“Above the belt! Above the belt!" Marty just shouted at him with a laugh.

“Your legs are actually below your belt, just saying…" CJ shrugged as if reasoning that was why he was going for between his legs.

“If you were only going for my legs," Marty rolled his eyes. “Then why are you grabbing my balls!" The human practically shouted at the husky.

“Am I interrupting something, boys?" Marshal asked, crouching down on the deck on strong muscular legs. Marty didn't even notice the Anatolian Shepherd's legs however, for he was butt naked like the other two and what was hanging between those strong, muscular furry thighs took full notice.

Marty quickly looked away as CJ just barked a laugh.

“You're fine, my dude." CJ just waved for him to come on in and Marshal did making the other two scurry away as fast as they could from the large canine belly floppy the lake's surface. The resounding sound of the massive shepherd hitting the water's surface made the two wince. “You ok?" CJ asked as Marshal head broke the surface.

The canine had no issue standing in the lake as the other two did and just shook the water off his head making his ears flop against his tan furred face.

“Ok about what?" Marshal asked seemingly unaware any other male would have been whimpering like a baby after belly flopping butt naked like that. Marty was sure Marshal was some sort of tank at this point, eying him suspiciously. “What game we playing?"

“Game?" Marty was the one to ask looking over at CJ. “We were just doing shit." He shrugged not getting any help from CJ on the matter.

“That's cool too," Marshal nodded as he thought it over. “How about Marco Polo?"

“What no fair, dog's can just smell-," Marty started up only for CJ to cut him off.

“No!" CJ growled making the other two take notice. The husky instantly eased up, laughing a bit uncomfortably after. “Well, no let's… let's not do that game, ok…?"

Marty wasn't sure that was about as the husky waded his way over to grab Marty's hand. CJ was holding it tightly and wouldn't let go. Marty gave him a look. CJ noticed and just gave him a toothy grin in reply as if to say everything was ok; Marty noted how CJ took another step next to him. Placing a hand on the human's shoulder, CJ addressed the other canine.

“Whatever works for me, I'll be on Marty's team I guess." CJ shrugged casually in front of the other canine. Marty had noticed how lax he became around the others. He wasn't sure if it was because he was in front of one of his bros or if the canine just naturally acted like this in front of others.

“Team games, huh…" Marshal noted it as well but the shepherd didn't say anything about it as he gave a shrug and then tilted his muzzle back and howled loudly. Marty jumped slightly at that as Marshal stopped, tilting his muzzle back down and just look at the two.

“Uh…" Marty wanted to ask about what had just happened but soon enough Scout and a couple of other butt naked canines came running across the docks making it thump underneath their heavy steps.

CJ pulled Marty back in time as several furry, naked bodies jumped into the air and landed in the lake around them joining them for some skinny dipping.

“Ah, fuck! Stomach cramp!" Scout started up, ending up floating on his back. “This is why ma' said not to swim after eating…"

“You just took too much." One of the two Rottweiler pointed out before giving the human and husky a wink. “And I'm not talking about breakfast either."

“Ah, shit. Did we miss breakfast?" Marty asked CJ who just shrugged.

“It's whatever." CJ just smiled, tail wagging in the water as his hand tightened slightly on Marty's shoulder as the Rottweiler came over to introduce himself and his brother.

“I'm Cayne." The Rottweiler introduced himself to the human. Marty offered his hand and felt the canine grip his arm, bending close to sniff over him several times before letting go. The canine greeting was mostly lost on the human until the other Rottweiler came over, shoving his brother out of the way.

“I'm Jeron!" The Rottweiler barked a laugh. “Don't get us confused!" He joked, grabbing Marty's arm roughly and sniffed him as well. “I hate when people confuse me for my brother…" He growled low in warning before smiling and letting go.

The smile was more unnerving than the growl was and Marty was just glad CJ was here with him. He might have to sacrifice the husky if he made the Rottweiler angry.

“So what game are we playing?" Jeron asked as the other canines began coming over to finally introduce themselves to the human.

A heated discussion quickly ensued as CJ held Marty back as the other canines got in on it. Each wanting their own opinions and voices to be heard. Marty gave CJ a look and the husky just shook his head as if warning him not to bother.

“Chicken fight it is!" Marshal ended up barking out, clapping his hands together several times and getting everyone to “shut up!" Already the canines were pairing off with each other.

“Chicken fight?" Marty asked CJ.

“Shoulder wars." CJ quickly explained as the two watched the Rottweiler brothers duke it out. Marty learning why CJ had stopped him from stepping in as he looked around the group wondering how they'd fair against these other large canines in the game.

There were, of course, the two Rottweiler brothers in a team; the two arguing still who was going to be “bottom bitch" to the other. They were settling it with their fists. Pilot, a German Shepherd, was there with the red fur golden named Mitch and the two seemed perfectly fine having Mitch as a bottom as that was “second nature" to the canine. Oscar the Saint Bernard was there with a smaller beagle who was dog paddling to stay afloat at his side. It was quickly decided, for the beagle's sake, Oscar would be the one on the bottom.

“I've never bottom before but there's a first for anything." Oscar said, giving Marty another wink making the human blush.

Marty nodded at that, figuring the larger canine would take the bottom just so he wouldn't crush his partner. And at the same time slightly aware that Oscar was used to do so in other ways. Then there was the shepherd and black Labrador who were still arguing over it.

“No way is your fat ass going to fit on my shoulders!" Scout was growling at the Anatolian shepherd who just chuckled.

“It's only fair." Marshal shrugged a shoulder, seeing no problem with it at all. Most likely because, in either position, the shepherd would be fine.

“We both know you like to be on bottom!" Scout said smugly as if trying to let everyone else know he wasn't a bottom.

Marshal leaned forward and whispered, loudly enough for the others to hear, that Scout didn't seem to mind “that last night." The black Labrador's eyes widened at that as he blushed underneath that rich silky black fur.

“Rock, paper, scissors!" Scout just shouted at Marshal, not backing down so easily and ended up losing much to everyone else's amusement.

“To be fair," Marty said watching as the shepherd tried to get on the much smaller black labs shoulders; Marshal practically just dunking Scout's head under water while the naked shepherd got on his shoulders. “I would've paid him NOT to ride me…"

“You couldn't pay me enough to stop me riding you." CJ whispered against Marty's ear making the human jump. “Now get down on your knees!" The husky said loudly. Several of the other canines waited for Marty to do so for the husky. When Marty didn't, those eyes turned on CJ. “Duuuuude, don't make me look like a bitch in front of my friends…" CJ pouted with large puppy down eyes at his friend. “Ixnay in front of og-day."

“I don't speak French." Marty teased. CJ just countered with those eyes, tilting his head and letting out a soft low pitch whine.

“Not fair!" Marty just hissed back in a whisper. “You can't just use those eyes and get whatever you want!"

“Pwease…? Big brother…?" CJ just went on, tilting his muzzle down and looking at him once more with those large icy blue puppy eyes. His ears folded back, shoulder slackened and Marty had to resist hugging the son of a bitch for pulling such a cheap trick on him.

“You're naked though…" Marty whispered, even if he was sure all the canine's could hear him he felt the need too.

“You didn't seem to mind last night…" CJ just replied sticking the tip of his tongue out. Marty groaned at that, covering his face.

“We take turns-," Marty started up and CJ was already jumping on board.

“Great! Now get on your knees for daddy!" CJ shouted only for the human to trip and push him over in the water.

“I'm going first, idiot." Marty just said and was soon enough hoisted up on CJ's shoulders. The human had to laugh as the husky pretending to nearly fall over several times, veering one way then the other. “You're going to tip us over, stop!" Marty just laughed hugging onto the husky's head now.

“If we fall over, it's mine turn right?" CJ just looked up at him with a smirk. The husky furry hair tickled Marty's groin and the human tried not to laugh.

“Don't you dare!" Marty warned as the husky spun around in the water nearly throwing Marty off his shoulder's now.

“They look ridiculous…" Marshal pointed out as Scout beneath him clawed at the fresh air, his muzzle practically submerged underneath the water. “That's what I'm saying!" Marshal said as if agreeing with the canine underneath him.

The game started up and, not surprisingly to anyone, Marty was lifted and tossed off CJ's shoulders by one of the two Rottweiler's. Marty didn't want to say he couldn't pick Cayne from his brother Jeron as one of the two tossed him deeper into the lake with a laugh. Marty was just glad CJ doggy paddled after him to help out instead of trying to figure out which one was which.

“I got you, bro!" CJ said before biting Marty's arm and trying to doggy paddle them both to safety; he only ended up causing the two to flounder about until the Saint Bernard came to their rescue. “You said you could swim!" CJ growled at Marty.

“I can when I'm not weighed down by a fat ton of fluff and fur!" Marty got right back on CJ as Oscar left the two to bicker in the shallows.

“I'll show you a ton!" And the husky pounced him, wrestling him in the water before sitting, backwards, on Marty's shoulders.

“This isn't how the game is played!" Marty glared at the husky with CJ's groin pressed against his face.

“I like my game better!" CJ just wagged as he ended up fighting against Marty rather than the other dog's. Most of which just rolled their eyes and continued the game without the two.

“Let's see how you like it in reverse!" Marty just said loudly, getting a couple of looks. “N-not like that!" He stuttered, only to go beet red in the face as the husky dipped into the water to do just that to the human.

CJ's muzzle was pressed between Marty's bare legs and the human struggled against the husky's nosing, playful licks as the human laughed and squirmed much to CJ's delight before the two found themselves falling into the water once more.

“Wish I could have that much fun…" Jeron just frowned as he watched the husky chase after the human through the water.

“Don't look at me!" Cayne growled back, giving him a shove and ordering him to get on his knees. Only for the other Rottweiler to throw a punch.

It was a hectic mess and by the end nearly everyone forgot about the game.

The morning ticked by quickly enough and Marshal ended up having to give CPR to the partially drowned Scout, the black Labrador spitting water seemingly endlessly as the shepherd pressed down on his stomach once more.

“Stop being a baby." Marshal just rolled his eyes at Scout's dramatics, the black Labrador nonresponsive as the others headed over to grab an early lunch.

“What's the afternoon plans?" Marty asked slipping on a pair of shorts. Many of the others had done the same, putting sandals and shorts on while leaving the rest bare. The human was sitting with his husky near the central unlit campfire.

The bonfire was only used at night, according to the older terrier from before who joined them. And began asking Marty one question after another; the older friendly canine keeping him company until near the end when he had to excuse himself to make sure “his beagle" didn't get too frisky, again. Marty decided not to ask about that.

“Well, we can always take another vote." CJ offered loudly.

“Let the human decide." Mitch said, resting back on the other side from the two. Unlike the others, the red furred golden retriever chose to remain naked.

His words got a stir from several of the other canines who nodded along and agreed to the idea.

“If he's going to be sticking around." Someone said making Marty's face turn red.

“He's CJ's so he's got to attribute somewhat." A Labrador nodded as he grabbed a drink from a cooler.

“Does that mean he'll be moving in with CJ?" Scout asked, taking a much needed drink of water, ironically, as he sat nearby recuperating from his ordeal.

“What about CJ's roomie?" Someone else asked and at that Marty gave CJ a look.

The husky was trying to whistle, looking off to the side and refusing to meet Marty's eyes at this point not having discussed any of this with the human and instead ended up in the sack.

“You have a roomie?" Marty asked out of curiosity making the husky next to him begin to sweat in the afternoon sun.

“Uh…" CJ tactfully replied, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Oh, this'll be good." Jeron chuckled as the Rottweiler took a seat nearby to watch the show with a sandwich. “Tell us, Ceej." Jeron teased. “All about your… roomie." The Rottweiler was all teeth as he smiled seemingly innocent at the husky.

“It's not what you think." CJ just started, glaring at the others and growling at Jeron who just laughed. His brother, Cayne, smacked the Rottweiler upside the head and told him to be good.

“Oh?" Marty was already ready for this. He expected this coming and wasn't as thrown off as he thought he'd be. CJ just whined softly, not looking at him. “CJ, I figured you'd, you know, date while I was gone. It's cool…" The human just nodded as if that was the obvious reason why this was problematic for him.

CJ's ears perked up at that and those icy blue eyes looked at him sharply. “What? I didn't date no dog! Who said that? Wait… Did you date someone else?" CJ actually growled now, getting worked up as his hackles rose. “I'll murder their face off!"

“What? No!" Marty blushed though realizing they were putting on a show for all of CJ's friends, once more. “I figured you'd…"

“What? No!" CJ mimicked Marty's reaction, taken aback by the accusation. “I wouldn't, I couldn't sleep with anyone else…" CJ faltered a bit as the gears turned in Marty's head.

“Then what's the deal with your roomie?" Marty had to know at this point seeing as how apparently CJ had been pining after Marty as much as the human had been for the husky.

CJ only let out a low pitch whine at that, not looking at his friend. Marty frowned, needing an answer at this point as his mind began to have a field day trying to think what the deal was with this mysterious roomie and what it could mean for their relationship.

“It's not what you think!" CJ whined, pulling down his ears over his eyes and looking away from the human.

“Could someone please tell me," Marty rolled his eyes having to turn to CJ's friends at this point.

“He slept with one of those body pillows." Marshal explained plopping down next to Scout and patting the black Labrador, hard on the back. Scout was knocked off the turned over log seat and fell flat on his muzzle. If Marty didn't know better, he thought the shepherd was just picking on the much smaller canine.

“A dekomori pillow." Oscar explained, getting a couple of looks. “What?" He yipped, blushing brightly. “I saw it online… not like I have one…"

“Uh…" Marty wasn't sure what to say, still confused.

“You know like a sex pillow-," Scout tried to say and got a rather large paw in his face. The Anatolian shepherd just stepping on the black Labrador at this point.

“He has a body pillow, basically." Marshal just shrugged it off without concern, still ruffling Scout's head with his foot. Marty noted that whenever Scout was about to put his own foot in his mouth… Marshal would kindly stop the Labrador from doing so; cutting in before Scout said something he couldn't take back or literally putting his own paw in the black Labrador's muzzle. Marshal was just far more forceful with interrupting the black lab than was necessary.

“Ok?" Marty still wasn't sure why this was an issue.

“No one's going to tell him?" Jeron looked around before rolling his heavy brown eyes. “It's a body pillow of you!" Jeron just ended up callously pointing out.

“What?" Marty nearly spat out his drink. CJ just whined further.

“It's not what you think!" CJ tried to defend himself. The husky just letting out a low, loud whine that was only increasing in volume.

“Yeah, like he has a picture of yo' face on the top, right?" Jeron started up.

“Then it has one of your old used shirts for the body." Oscar added in, making Marty wonder why all these canines knew what was in the husky's bedroom. Marty seemingly unaware how little privacy he'd be having in the near future.

“Then some underwear for good measure." Marshal just nodded along. “'Cause he's a gentleman."

“And a pair of soccer socks!" Mitch finished with; all the canines adding something in at this point. Going over the sort of shrine CJ had created of everything Marty had left behind. Pictures of the two and memorabilia of their time together. No one was helping CJ's case in the least. Marty just gave the husky a look as he covered his face once more with his ears.

“I hate you all!" CJ just whined loudly, in a way only a husky could making several of the other canine's wince from the sound. The infamous husky whine being utilized as a weapon against the other canines.

“Where did you even get half the stuff?" Marty frowned a bit now.

“You slept over a lot and… well; you forgot a lot of things at my place. And I just…" CJ sighed, not looking at his friend as he twisted and played with his curly tail. CJ was clearly embarrassed, not used to being the butt of the joke.

“And you dressed your pillow up as a mannequin of me?" Marty wasn't sure if he should be honored or not by the revelation.

“So, about that game!" CJ jumped up, clapping his hands together and looking around at anyone other than Marty for some sort of support on the matter.

“Why Soccer socks?" Marty frowned a bit thinking it over. The two were on the soccer team in middle school together, sure.

“Did someone say soccer?" CJ said loudly. “I think soccer is a great idea! What's that Marty? You need help dressing, sure thing!" And with that the husky whisked Marty away from all the others to try and explain to his friend what was going on.

Marty felt CJ's strong grip and didn't put up resistance as he was pulled into the cabin away from prying eyes. The husky wasted no time shutting the door behind them, setting up a chair to lock the door because it didn't have one. The inside of the cabin was mostly just one oversized living room with numerous sleeping bags and dog beds spread out over it. Marty frowned a bit at the discarded laundry of the numerous canines that seemed to have used the place as a hamper more so than anything else.

The two decided to ignore the sleeping dog in one corner and the two others making out on the sofa. They weren't bothering them so they didn't bother them. Marty only wondered just how many canines were here and if this all was… normal.

“I can explain." CJ started, turning around to face Marty. The two had to take a moment to appreciate and admired the smaller corgi's attempt to dom the larger shiba on the sofa.

“That you slept with a shirt of me at night?" Marty just asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Well… yeah." CJ started up. “See, us canines are very sensitive with smells. And having your smell on your shirt was just-," the husky whined trying to explain himself. “It was just. And you were gone and I was like, then I found your shirt and I…" CJ eyes began to water.

“Sure, I do the same." Marty just butted in stopping the husky in his tracks.

“I, wait, what?" CJ's face fell with his ears.

“I slept with a shirt of you too…" Marty mumbled a bit, not making eye contact. “I mean sure, I eventually washed it… but like, yeah when we first separated. It was hard. I wanted to do nothing more than get back on the bus and order the driver to take me back." He chuckled. “I would have! If I could afford a round trip…"

CJ's ears splayed out, tail wagging slowly as he looked at the human and before Marty could go on he got a face full of husky snout and several licks on to his face as CJ tackled him to the ground. Marty landed on a bed of used socks, underwear and shirts as the husky nuzzled against his face happily, wagging his butt along with his tail.

“Do you mind?" The smaller corgi butted in making the two look over at him. The corgi motioned down to the chubby shiba inu under him. “I'm trying to score here." The much smaller dog rolled his eyes before going back to making out with the shiba.

“Ok, ok! I think we got a game to play…or something." Marty mumbled a bit, unsure why these canines always insisted to play some kind of game or other. He was trying to push the husky off. “I need to like dress for it or something?"

At that, CJ perked up and the husky bounded to his feet running around the room sniffing at the various discarded clothes before coming back with a couple for Marty to wear.

“We got some nice jerseys, some tall socks and short shorts…" CJ winked as he offered to help Marty dress up much to the human embarrassment.

“Are these used?" Marty asked giving them a sniff check. All he could smell was dog.

“They're mine, relax." CJ just waved it off with a roll of his eyes.

“That doesn't answer my question." Marty frowned as CJ was already helping him into the socks. Marty was soon uncomfortably aware they'd been worn before. Much like the old soccer jersey he was currently donning.

Dressed and ready, the two made their way out to the side field to join the others.

“I'll be goalie!" Scout said jumping up and down dressed in a jersey himself. Apparently it was jerseys verse non jerseys; and those not wearing one mostly chose to go naked.

“You are used to taking balls to the face." Jeron laughed. Marshal smacked the Rottweiler upside the head for the remark as if to say “only I can tease Scout." Which he soon did, the shepherd tossing the nylon mesh sack of soccer balls at the black Labrador and promptly knocking him over with it.

“Hey, he is used to it!" Marshal barked a laugh as the canines broke apart into teams as Marty and CJ joined them.

Marty made sure CJ was on his team this time, not wanting a repeat of last time. Having the larger husky chasing after him was more of a workout than Marty had planned for. CJ, like most husky's, had an endless supply of energy and the human couldn't outpace the overly excitable canine as the two took their side of their field.

It was hard enough keeping up with him when CJ was on the same team. Let alone when the frisky, playful husky was chasing after his balls.

“We used to do this all the time." CJ brought up, smiling broadly and wagging his tail. That look on the canine's face made Marty's heart melt and he had to resist kicking the ball at the husky in embarrassment.

CJ had acted cool and aloof in front of his friends just the other day. After last night however, the husky showed no signs of easing up on the human as the game started and CJ was passed the ball. The husky instantly bolted across the field with it, easily out maneuvering and outplaying the other canines before taking the shot and scoring.

The husky spun around and jumped with joy as he trotted back over like a show dog.

“I see you haven't lost your touch." Marty just rolled his eyes at CJ's showboating, knowing the husky was putting on a show for him.

“What can I say; I've always been good with my balls." CJ smirked back, going over to nose at the human as someone in the back complained it wasn't fair to go against a husky on the field.

“Here." Marty took the ball, kicking it up into the air and balancing it on the tip of his foot. “I remember a few tricks…" He added juggling the ball the next second from one foot to the next, over his shoulder and with his knees keeping it off the ground. “Go long." Marty said and aimed a kick.

CJ was already shooting across the field as Marty faked him out, watching the husky run after the ball he let fall to the ground.

“Wow, some things really do never change." Marty said a bit surprised.

“That was mean…" Marshal laughed at his side watching the affair. Then shook his head as several other canines chased after the imaginary ball.

“He'll be back," Marty bounced the ball over to the Anatolian shepherd who did his best to mimic what the human had done. All he really succeeded in was making his own balls bounce with his effort getting an embarrass laugh from Marty.

The human feeling the need to feel embarrassed for the canine who seemed incapable of feeling such a thing as he trotted around butt naked on the field.

CJ came grumbling back over, warning he was going to get “Marty back for that" as the game continued throughout the afternoon. The clouds brewing on the horizon were worrisome and the group tried to squeeze as much fun outdoors as they could before the rains hit.

The soccer game lasted until the first drops of rain began to fall, turning the field into a muddy mess. That didn't stop the canines from competing against each other. Marty struggling to keep up near the end as his shoes and tall soccer socks became caked in mud and soaked with rain water. The rain soaked the jersey CJ had lent him, making it cling and form around Marty's shoulders, chest and back.

He was breathing heavily; wiping sweat off his brow as he stood there in the field after the other team scored another goal. No one was keeping track at this point. Several others had already headed for their tents and away from the summer rains falling.

As no one liked the smell of “wet dog."

Marty didn't see an issue until there was a loud crack of thunder from above making every dog there jump and yip with fright.

“Let's go inside!" CJ grabbed Marty's hand and the two quickly headed towards the cabin. Marty was about to ask about the others but was glad to see the cabin was vacant save from the two figuring the others had retreated to their tents.

With the heavy clouds above, the cabin was mostly dark inside as the two wiped the rain out of their eyes. Giving each other a look, they smiled and laughed as they dripped with rain water.

“You look like a wet rat." Marty started up with.

“You look like a used condom." CJ just stuck his tongue out at him.

“You would know." Marty shoved the husky who playfully returned the favor.

“I prefer to use socks, thank you very much!" CJ just growled back, ears up and tail wagging as the human gave him another push. “Careful, Marty. I'm all worked up from the game." The husky teased, taking a timid step closer.

“Husky's and games. I swear." Marty rolled his eyes, still teasing the canine relentlessly throughout the day. CJ's low growl was the only warning before the canine pounced him, tackling Marty back against one of the dog beds in the room.

He laughed, struggling against the heavy canine who had pinned him against the cushioned fabric bed. CJ stuck his tongue out as Marty tried to shove the husky's face away, only getting a nosing lick in return for his efforts.

“Gah, you're so heavy dude!" Marty just struggled getting CJ worked up from his efforts.

“You calling me fat again?" CJ growled, tail wagging a mile a minute as he sniffed and nosed at the sweaty human beneath him. “This is just like the locker rooms…" The husky brought up for no apparent reason other than all the used laundry around them. Marty had to admit, there were a lot of jockstraps here.

“I don't recall us ever doing this in the locker rooms." Marty had to think about it, seeing the look on CJ's face.

“No, I mean. Just. You, in a soccer jersey and clothes… all sweaty and muddy. With that look on your face…" CJ ears splayed out, the husky blushing a bit as his bulge twitched in excitement.

“What look on my face?" Marty had to ask, still breathing heavily not only from the soccer game they had played but wrestling with the husky inside. CJ was still resting his weight over the human, holding his arms down as he panted from above.

Rain water and drool dripped onto Marty making him squirm some more and CJ smiled at that.

“You always have this look on your face, after we played…" CJ recounted for his friend, speaking in a soft caring tone as those icy blue eyes watched the human intently as if trying to carve his face into his memory. “You get all stuck up and douchy." CJ stuck his tongue out making Marty laugh.

“You were the one strutting around like a show dog earlier!" Marty felt the need to point out as he tried to resist the muscular husky's grip. His arms flex, trying to get the heavy husky off and only succeeded in wearing himself out further.

“You loved it." CJ just growled low as he nosed underneath Marty's neck now, lifting up the human's chin with his nose so the canine could get access to the tender flesh there. Before Marty could have another smart ass remark, CJ nipped underneath his jaw line silencing the retort Marty was formulating against his best friend.

“The way you smile at me…" CJ started up, nipping along Marty's jaw line, nosing underneath Marty's scruffy face. “Teasing me like this…" The husky huffed a warm, humid breath over Marty's neck making him shudder. “Wearing my shirt and socks…" CJ growled lustfully as his jaws open and drool splattered the human beneath him. “Like I didn't catch you sniffing them earlier, bro." CJ murred deeply. “Just can't resist me, can you? Just had to make sure you were wearing my clothes, didn't you?"

CJ licked up over Marty's neck, using his wide hot grooved tongue to lap up the drool and to silence the human before he could say anything or try and stop him. Dragging it along Marty's throat and over his cheek, CJ nosed against the human's ear and hair. The husky took a slow, deep breath of him. A breath that made the canine shudder with a low pitch whine as he gripped Marty's arms tighter.

“Oh, Marty…" CJ whimpered softly.

Marty reached up to grip the canine's chest through the soaked jersey. He had to admit, CJ stunk when he was wet like this.

“I always wanted to see you in my gear, bro." CJ licked his chomps, nipping at Marty's earlobe to make the human turn away from him with closed eyes. “Make you wear my sweaty gear after a game. We always dominated the field… just as I always wanted to dominate you." That lustful growl filled the husky once more as he sat back up on Marty's lap, smiling down at him.

Thunder flashed outside and here now, with Marty, CJ barely noticed. The door to the cabin opened and only Marty seemed to notice several others slip inside to avoid the rain and storm.

CJ waited for his human's eyes to turn back on him.

“I love you." CJ mouthed the words and Marty could only watch as his friend stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side without a care. CJ was breathing heavily, muzzle open as his tongue curled inside as those icy blue eyes stared down at the human. They were as captivating as CJ was.

The black and white fur husky was a handsome devil dog and he knew it. CJ flexed, showing off an arm before dipping his nose underneath it to sniff at the pit. The husky growled low, loving how worked up this was getting him. Not caring one iota they weren't alone anymore.

CJ could feel Marty's bulge against his own in this position. He loved being top dog, for a change. The human always had been bigger than the canine was growing up; now it was CJ's turn to take charge. Something he was planning to do for the rest of their lives together as he bent down over his human and licked Marty's lips apart.

Once they opened, CJ closed what little distance there was between them as he kissed him deeply. Not caring that he was soaking wet from the rain, no caring that it was dripping over Marty, not caring all the others could see. All CJ cared about, as he held the human's face with one hand that he was here with him again.

All the times in the locker room when Marty would smile at him, a sweaty mess after a long game… CJ would recreate that moment here and now, to do what he always had wanted to do with his best friend and not caring what others thought any longer.

CJ's tongue surged into Marty's mouth like a hot pink drooly tidal wave of muscle. Marty could taste what CJ had for lunch. He could feel the husky drooling above him, over his cheeks as the canine made out with him fervently. Marty could feel the husky's teeth brush against his skin as CJ pressed against him, opening his muzzle to suckle on the human's face in a wet, sloppy, drooly kiss that seemed to fit CJ perfectly.

CJ readjusted his weight over Marty, pulling back to sit in the human's lap once more. He was panting with his tongue drooping out the side of his mouth. And Marty knew CJ couldn't be happier than he was in that moment with him.

“I still need to get you back from what you did earlier, as if I'd forget…" CJ growled playfully, teasing a clawed finger over Marty's chest. He traced and flicked one of Marty's nipples getting the reaction he hoped. CJ just growled at that.

“What did I do?" Marty feigned innocence as the husky stripped off his shoes. The husky tossed the cleats aside before resting back on his arms lifting up his legs before the human under him. Marty just frowned as CJ wiggled his socked covered toes at the human.

“This is what we call sock justice in husky law."

CJ just growled dominantly as he rubbed his sweaty, musky, soccer socked paws over Marty's face. The socks clung to CJ's paws, outlining them through the fabric as the husky rubbed them over Marty's cheeks, over his forehead and pinched his nose between two of his toes. The distinctive smell of the husky was strong and Marty was forced to take several lung filling breaths from the musky, sweaty fabric as the husky panted above him happily.

If the others were still in the room, the two didn't even notice as the husky had his way with the human.

Marty could barely see past CJ's socked paws in his face but could tell the husky was getting aroused from all this; that or CJ had been worked up from the start seeing the pre stain on the front of his shorts. It only grew wetter when CJ noticed him looking.

“I want to cover you, mark you and take you…" CJ voice was as low as his growl was. The husky's ears folded back before perking back up, then splaying out. CJ seeming to fight his natural instincts on the matter, trying to growl once more to show where Marty sat between them.

Under him, with CJ's socked paws rubbing over his face. The husky wanted to cover his own face in embarrassment, the heat rising to it as his pants became uncomfortably tight. The husky wanted to tease Marty. To make the human whine for him, beg for him, pant for him… and here CJ was, resisting doing the same exact thing.

The husky was covering his face with both hands, ears splayed out as he looked down at the human squished between his socked paws. CJ wanted to say something, to do something more and yet couldn't find the strength too as he felt Marty's face with his paws. Rubbing and petting over him roughly, that quickly turned far gentler and loving in time and far less dominate. Pets with his musky paws as he looked down at the human between his fingers at Marty's face.

Marty turned his nose to welcome the paws against his face, even sniffing loudly enough for the husky to hear making the canine let out a soft whine. Gripping CJ's hind paws with his hands, Marty rubbing them over his face and over body, nosing between the sweaty fabric and looking at CJ every now and then as if to say he hadn't forgotten the husky during all this.

CJ was still overwhelmed with seeing his friend again. After what they had done just the previous night. And all the things he wanted to do with him tonight. This wasn't helping the tent in his pants and he was quickly seeing he was losing control of the “top dog" position as Marty took control of what he did with his paws and how much force and pressure he was allowed to use.

The husky yipped loudly as thunder boomed over head and soon enough CJ was cowering against Marty's chest as the human laughed, holding his friend.

“Still don't like storms, huh?" Marty held the nuzzling husky head to his chest as he pet over CJ's with a hand, stroking between the husky's ears and down his back.

“Storms are dumb…" CJ said childishly, rubbing his snout against Marty's jersey with closed eyes. Marty recalled such times like this, the husky clinging to him for dear life when one of the electrical storms hit back home. He didn't recall CJ being so frisky though while doing it.

The husky had slipped one hand underneath the soaking wet jersey clinging to Marty's body. CJ pulled it up enough for his paw padded fingers to touch the cold skin underneath, paled from the rain. Marty shivered at the heat of those paw pads against his skin and took a sharp breath between clench teeth as CJ gripped him.

Trying to keep it down. Trying to make sure no one heard them, just like so many times before… The two sneaking behind everyone's back in order to spend time together.

“CJ…" Marty started up, whispering his name against the husky's ear. The larger canine shivered in the human's lap, CJ resting his legs over Marty's as he sat between the human's own. CJ shivered at the voice breathing against his ear.

“Marty…" CJ replied in no more than a whisper. The husky tilted his head to one side, pressing his lips against Marty's neck once more getting a noticeable reaction from the human. “Can I… sleep in your bed tonight?" The husky asked, as he'd done so many times before. “I don't want to sleep alone during the storm…" The husky practically begged.

Marty could feel the heat in his face as his timid friend clung to him as another flash of light illuminated the darkening night sky and a crack of thunder once more boomed above. CJ folded his ears, gripping Marty tighter with both hands as he pushed his forehead against the human's chest.

“Y-yeah, sure dude… you can always chill with me…" Marty answered him as he'd done so many times before.

The human got up slowly, helping the husky to his feet and refusing to look anyone else in the eye that had sought shelter from the storm. Marty laced his fingers with CJ before walking over towards the side bed in the farthest corner. Marty didn't ask whose it was as he held CJ's hand in his. Guiding the frightened husky over to it; the two still in their soccer outfits. Muddy and dirty, sweaty and musky the two just smiled as their eyes met.

Just like after so many soccer games back in their youths together.

“I feel like we've done this before…" CJ muttered looking up at Marty despite being the taller of the two.

“We defiantly have done this before…" Marty pulled CJ close, letting their bodies keep them warm despite their rain soaked clothes. “It doesn't make it any less special now, though…" The human finished with a soft tender kiss to the husky's nose.

CJ whined at that, ears splaying out as he let Marty pull him into the bed with him, underneath the covers as the two snuggled close. Keeping each other warm, in the summer storm.

“You're shivering…" CJ noted keeping his voice down as if afraid the coach would hear them.

“It is cold. And I am soaked to the bone." Marty gestured at his jersey and his pale flesh.

“Well… I can, I can help you with that…" CJ couldn't help the smile on his face as his dear friend let him strip the wet jersey off, peeling it from his shivering body and tossing it to the side with a wet splat.

Marty skin was a far lighter color due to the cold as he shivered once more, CJ's hand roaming over his chest as the husky took him in. CJ dipped his nose down, pressing it just above Marty's stomach and those icy blue eyes looked up at him.

“It's like when your dad forgot to pick us up from the game…" CJ mentioned, sniffing over Marty's chest.

“And that storm came in…"

“And we had to find shelter in the equipment shed…" CJ tail wagged. “You were cold back then…"

“I made sure to keep you around for the rest of the night, too, if I recall…" Marty smiled at the warm thought. It was as warm and fuzzy as his best friend was.

“Thanks for letting me stay the night, bro…" CJ breath was hot against Marty's cold skin making him squirm underneath the husky. The husky didn't stop there. Using both hands, he dragged his blunt nails down the human's sides to grip his thighs with a low growl.

Marty's breath caught in his throat as CJ licked out with that large, grooved dog tongue. Licking from the human's belly button up between his pecs and then around one of his nipples. CJ eyes fluttered closed as his grip tightened on Marty thighs, the husky opening his mouth just enough to take in that bare nipple to nip at, to suckle on and lick over.

CJ got more than one reaction as the human tried to keep from moaning on the spot. Marty fighting back the pleasure trying to, loudly, escape him from the canine's affectionate licks. Marty shivered at the feel of the wet fur rubbing against his skin, how CJ's whiskers tickled his chest. The large canine showed no sign of stopping as, in the next minute; CJ was stripping out of his shorts.

“They're wet." CJ just explained, keeping his voice down so the others didn't hear them. Even if the moving, thrashing blankets they were under were a clear tell tale sign of what was happening. “Here, let me help you out, bro…" The husky smiled as a clawed finger dipped into the front of Marty's shorts and pulled them down enough to show his rather pronounced bulge. “You won't be needing these either, tonight." The husky actually growled dipping a finger in.

“CJ!" Marty tried to hiss, to resist the horny worked up husky but he couldn't. He couldn't stop himself from enjoying this as CJ stripped him of his wet clothes, leaving the socks on just because CJ could.

“You look amazing…" CJ breathed out staring between Marty's legs before looking up at the human. “Your dick shrivels when it's cold." The husky needlessly pointed out and got a pinch to one ear for that. CJ just chuckled. “I like that about you." The husky tongue stuck out, panting hotly against him.

“My shriveled dick?" Marty frowned now, blaming the cold as any real man would.

“No. How you can so easily… grow back to normal, with some assistance." And CJ didn't even wait to duck his muzzle down between Marty's legs and close it around the human's dick.

Marty covered his mouth as a gasp escaped him. His eyes clenched shut as that steaming muzzle took him mind, body and soul. That warm mouth wrapped around his man bits as CJ helped warm the human back up in a way only a husky bro could. Licking and teasing the human's jiblets. CJ working his large tongue under the tightened sack, panting hotly over it until he relaxed enough for the husky to trace each orb inside. Then CJ focus turned to Marty's dick; teasing the tip before lapping up its underside, letting the arousal and heat do the work for the husky until Marty filled CJ's snout. The husky didn't stop there as he placed one hand firmly down on Marty's stomach, keeping the human in place as he began to bob his head up and down between Marty's legs over his rigid shaft.

The husky's whiskered tickled Marty's side, the fur rubbed against his belly and he could feel CJ hot breath snort out and huff him in every time the canine's bumpy nose pushed into Marty's curly groin fuzz.

The feel of that grooved tongue running down his underside, the tip of it teasing his own tip and that hot sultry breath washing over his naked, exposed self was all Marty needed to begin preing. He huffed and panted, practically feeling steam come off his wet body underneath the covers as the husky gave him a BJ.

Marty gripped the dog cushion under them, holding onto it as he tried to hold back his breath and the moan forcing its way out of him. He tried to stop the husky, to ease him off but CJ showed no sign of relenting and Marty was helpless against his bro's lustful desires.

The smell of wet dog and CJ's musk began to fill the blanket with the canine getting worked up like this.

“CJ…" Marty said with his mouth covered. He could see the husky ears react, knowing he'd heard him. “The others…" The human tried to stress but his legs were squirming and Marty was doing his best not to moan as the wet, slurping suckles increased between his legs. “Oh fuck, this is happening…"

CJ's tail wagged at that as the human was forced to just lay there and let the husky have his way with him as he'd wanted to do so many times before. It was hard not to touch Marty, not to hold his hand, not to bump into him and just feel him there by CJ's side… the husky wanting nothing more than to smother Marty, literally, in his fuzzy love. And hump the fuck out of him while he was at it.

Marty should've given the husky credit for doing as little as he had to the man. The husky had a lot of bent up affection he needed to get out and, from the taste of him, CJ was sure Marty was in a similar boat. Two years apart had been two years too many…

Something CJ planned to help rectify now that they were together again.

CJ could smell Marty's arousal. It was hard not too with his nose pushing against his groin like this. The taste of him on the husky's tongue made CJ's fur stand up as he growled around the human's man meat. CJ's gripped Marty's thighs as he looked up at him, under the heavy blanket over the two as the husky suckled, lapped and drooled over Marty hungrily.

The sound of the husky's efforts could be heard coming from the corner as wet suckled slurps and smacks filled the otherwise quiet room putting several on edge themselves from the noise CJ was making. He was defiantly one very affection canine and all of that was coming out now that his human was back.

CJ bobbing his head on the human's groin and using his long snout to easily take every inch of Marty into it. His chin scruff rubbed over the human's balls, his whiskers tickled Marty's thighs as that thick, grooved tongue licked up his length once more. CJ was an expert at giving head; after all, he'd been doing nothing but since Marty had left.

The husky's energy was limitless and could've kept this up all night. Only for it to abruptly stop, CJ freezing underneath the blankets as Marty shoved the husky's snout over his groin and humped up into it with one last final “ah."

CJ felt his dear friend legs grow taut, felt that sudden rush of heat and smells coming from the human before feeling it, even before he tasted it as Marty's load landed square on his tongue. CJ gulped, throat bulging as he drank it down. Gulping loudly as he looked up at the human's face, Marty still holding the back of the husky's head as he huffed and panted with an arm over his mouth to stop from crying out in pure pleasure at the husky's work.

CJ just smiled at that, lips drooling out a bit as he did so. Letting Marty hump into his muzzle a couple more times, groaning out as he dribbled onto the husky's tongue as CJ drooled over him. The two were messy back in the day and nothing had changed.

CJ slurped off Marty's length, licking up the leftover mess as he looked up at the human. Letting Marty watch as the husky took care of him and his needs. Let Marty watch CJ swallow him without shame or hesitation. The husky wanting it all and so much more. Letting the human know that CJ would take care of everything for him, so long as he stayed.

“Now then," CJ just grinned toothily as Marty felt the husky turning him over with a hand. “My turn…"

And Marty was the one to whimper as CJ positioned him on all fours for the husky. The human wanted to resist, to fight it, knowing the others were watching, could hear them. But CJ wouldn't let him. Without a word, the husky encouraged the naked human onto all fours using Marty's aftermath glow against him as the husky nosed his rear.

Marty felt the husky's breath against his rear before he felt that cold, bumpy nose press right above his clenched pucker. CJ eased Marty's tension with a gentle licking kiss, pressing the thick width of his drool covered tongue against Marty's sensitive tail hole. The human flinched, gripping the cushion tightly, toes curling as the husky chuckled behind him.

“Bro, shush. Don't want to get caught…" CJ tail wagged at the prospect of someone finding them knotted together. The very idea of it was making the husky's exposed tip pre. CJ knew the others could smell it; it wasn't like this was the first time one of the canines did something with others in the room.

That was something CJ did not point out to Marty, yet. Wanting to ease the human into “dog life" with his bros.

When everything was open like this, there were few lines you didn't cross. And CJ wanted to make sure all the other canines knew Marty was off limits, one such line they couldn't cross as the frisky husky panted over Marty's balls, nosing his rear. Huffing, panting and breathing him in.

CJ would mark him and cover him each and every day if that's what it took to keep the others greedy mitts off his human.

CJ's dull clawed fingers gripped Marty's rear tightly, spreading him just enough for the husky to give one full lapping lick over the human's crack. Then another. Licking and slurping and lapping the human up hungrily as the husky felt himself twitch, swelling in his sheath at the raw heat and smell and taste of his man. His human.

The wet sound filled the room as the husky ate Marty out without reservation.

CJ didn't ask if he was ready, he didn't need too as the husky climbed up over and onto Marty's back. Marty could feel the warm fluff of fur rub over his back, feel one of CJ's arms wrap around his chest as the husky braced himself with the other supporting his immense weight.

“Marty…" CJ voice was full of lust, dripping the words out. “It's my turn…" And the husky teased his tip over Marty's rear just enough to lube up his hole with the broken faucet that was CJ's pre coated slick member. The husky leaked seemingly endlessly in his lustful state.

Marty shivered and he couldn't tell if it was from the weight of the heavy husky on him, if it was from that teasing tip against his drool slobbered pucker or if it was the way CJ nuzzled his snout against the side of his face before pressing it into the human's hair to take another single breath of him.

And Marty felt it.

CJ humped forward, spilling out of his sheath smoothly in the same motion and pressed against the human's taint. The tip rubbing and drooling profusely over it as CJ chuckled in his ear as Marty squirmed for him. Squirmed for his bro as CJ made this last.

“Sorry, bro. I missed…" And the husky pulled back just enough to hump again.

This time his fattening red member rubbed over Marty's sack and underneath the human's own semi-hard dick; getting aroused again from all this teasing and foreplay the husky liked to do with him.

“I told you I'd get you back…" CJ growled low as he held Marty close, resting more of his weight on him, reaching a large hand down to stroke and play with Marty who could only whine for him in turn as a paw padded finger teased his spent tip. “I'll always have your back," the husky couldn't help himself as he gave another blind hump. “I'm gonna fuck and knot you so hard, bro."

Marty gulped at that as he felt CJ reposition, this time aiming for the target. And surely the husky wouldn't miss the fourth attempt. And yet he did.

That slick red member sliding between Marty's cheeks and up over his lower back, the human able to feel the knot beginning to form in its base as the husky ended up dribbling over Marty's back.

“CJ!" Marty hissed, covering his face now with both hands with his ass up in the air with his bro behind him. “The fuck was that?"

“That time was an accident!" CJ hissed back between clenched teeth, neither being quiet in the least. “I just missed, is all..."

“Maybe you need glasses then!" Marty was already getting on him about it as the husky repositioned himself.

“Dog's and glasses don't go well together." CJ rolled his eyes, making sure to triple check himself this time around not wanting to make another blunder like that. His thick member was growing and it would already be hard enough to get it to fit, let alone the knot he desperately wanted and needed too.

“Doggie glasses," Marty said turning to look back at CJ and promptly moving in the process causing the husky to miss his next attempt.

“God dammit Marty!" CJ winced, tears forming in his eye as he nearly broke his dick from jabbing it against the human's thigh.

“How is this my fault?" Marty was already getting into it as the two began to bicker again about position, size, and thrusting force and angles getting into a geometry lesson on the spot as they tried to coordinate together on the matter.

“I just feel bad for them at this point." Mitch covered his face, shaking his head as he, along with several other canines stayed on the far side of the cabin away from the two trying to get it on. While watching the entire time.

“Maybe someone should go over and try to help guide CJ in?" Jeron shrugged his heavy shoulders, taking a sip of his drink as he watched the scene in bemused enjoyment.

“What? Like one of those aircraft marshallers?" Cayne had to think about it.

“Well, CJ already has the red wand for it…" Oscar tried to be helpful, giving a big shrug of his shoulders.

“Ten bucks says CJ finishes before he can find the hole…"

“Deal!" And the betting began as the two tried to get back at it.

Back in their corner, Marty was on his back looking up at the husky on all fours above him.

“So you just wrap your legs around my waist… like that, yeah…" CJ said trying to help Marty out as he continued to dribble and leak from his tip over the human. Every movement the husky made caused his throbbing red length to jump and bounce, spurting and practically spraying Marty in the face at this point with the husky's worked up enthusiasm.

“I think it's too big now…" Marty pointed out getting a look from the husky. “What?" The human asked feigning innocence. “Here, I'll help…" And Marty blew a cool breath over CJ's tip making the husky practically hump his face in the process.

“Stop that!" CJ said swatting at the mischievous human.

“You hit me!" Marty just glared back.

“You were blowing on my dick!" The husky growled back, ears splaying out.

“Most guys like it when I blow them." Marty snarkily answered.

The husky had it at this point shoving Marty onto his back and hoisting both his legs up roughly. The husky using a hand to press the tip of his length against the human's hole as he stared down at him.

“This is happening no matter how bitchy you get." CJ pressed forward and still, even as the husky took him, Marty couldn't help himself needing to get the last word.

“Try not to cry this time-," Marty teased and got a painful hump from the husky who forcibly spread his tail hole making the human have tears in his eyes. “Ow…"

“Who's crying now?" CJ growled, twisting his hips in a semi circle and screw driving his dick further into the human. The husky's ears were perked up, half leaning over the human hunched over as those icy blue eyes met Marty's.

The huffed and panted, taking a moment as their eyes met.

“You're so big…" One of Marty's eyes were wincing, half closed as he looked at the husky with ragged breaths.

“You're so warm…" CJ only answered him as the two just looked at each other. CJ took a moment, letting Marty adjust to his size, still leaking in the human. His tip slickening Marty's walls for the husky who slid several inches deeper, CJ slipping down onto his knees with Marty's legs up on his shoulder.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?" Marty reached a hand out to touch, to pet the side of the husky's face who pushed into his touch as if desperately seeking his touch and approval. Marty's fingers roamed further up to scratch at one of the husky's ears as he winced, feeling CJ surging forward with the added attention he was getting.

In no time at all, CJ hilted himself in the human knot pushing against Marty's rear as they both breathed in each other's heavy, panting breaths. CJ thick length rubbed all the right spots and Marty was beginning to pre again as he looked into that gorgeous face.

“You really are just something else…" Marty barely found the words to describe just how breathtaking CJ was to him.

“I just wanted you to notice me…" CJ nuzzled against that hand once more.

“I've always noticed you." Marty answered as their mouths met in an open kiss, wet and noisy more teeth and tongue than lips as they went at it raunchily.

CJ didn't stop humping him, shaking the dog bed as the husky pulled back before thrusting forward. Sliding the cushion over the wooden floor with his efforts. The moans, the sounds, the noises Marty made for him were all captured in the husky's muzzle as he swallowed them away greedily; even if literally everyone else in the cabin could hear the two going at it.

CJ wasn't a quiet dog and his humping growls only increased in intensity as their lips broke apart and Marty began attacking his neck. Biting at the fluff and scruff of the husky pushing into him, pushing against him as if trying to will their bodies to become one. CJ had his head back, eyes closed, mouth open as he groaned out in pure pleasure at the feel of his man devouring him as CJ took him in turn.

Marty's hands grabbed at him, fingers running through his fur before gripping and pulling CJ forward with every one of his thrusting humps.

“Bro, fuck, get on all fours!" CJ was already pulling out as Marty turned around to shake his ass at the canine who actually barked in response before pouncing on him once more.

Their giggling mess of laughter like two innocent children playing as they got into position once more, semi wrestling the other… quickly turned into something lewd and X-rated again as CJ stuck him once more with his red hot poker. Balls slapping, wet popping of CJ's pre covered dick pulling out of Marty's tight rear and the sound of their hips colliding filled the cabin that wasn't entirely deserted.

“Fuck, I'm gonna knot you so hard!" CJ growled out, whining at the end as he rubbed and teased his knot against that hole.

“Knot me and breed me like your bitch already then!" Marty practically ordered and demanded of the husky at this point between sultry breaths, the human drooling as the husky ravaged him from behind.

“Y-yes, sir!" CJ whined out as he pounded that rear. His fat furry balls hit against Marty's once more, knot pushing against his hole as he whined out. “It's too big…"

“Be a man and just force it in!" Marty ordered, bracing himself for it as he was. The human wasn't fully sure about this as he pressed back against the husky trying to tie him. Pushing back into every attempt the husky made to tie the two together. “We'll go for ice cream afterwards." Marty said in encouragement.

“I like ice cream." CJ just stated dumbly, tongue lulling out the side of his muzzle as he wrapped both arms around Marty and hugged him close. The husky nuzzling the human's neck and shoulder, jaws opening to bite him as he continued to the mating ritual.

Marty was forced to hold the two of them up as CJ laid over him, not letting the human go. The heavy, musky, sweaty husky on his back the entire time as CJ took him. Stars burst in front of Marty's eyes as he felt it. Felt the knot spread him wider than he'd ever been before with one loud, audible “pop" it slipped into his rear and swelled the rest of the way sealing them together.

“Oooooh, fuck. That's a big boy right there!" Marty closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing as CJ locked in. The husky didn't need to twist his hips or try to pull out but did anyways, as if just to double check and make sure Marty wasn't going anywhere… this time.

“All mine," CJ growled lustfully. “Not getting away, again." The husky started up with.

Before Marty could reply, CJ was shoving him back onto his chest and was going at his rear. Marty barely collected himself in time as the husky was soon turning him around, lazing out on his body, still humping the sweaty human under him with the husky arching his back over him still pounding his rear.

Marty wasn't sure what fully happened as he was shoved against the wall, turned around, lifted up and even at one point he was sure he was sitting in CJ's lap as the husky went to town on him. The human just trying to keep up with the overly energetic canine; something he couldn't do on the soccer field, let alone in the bedroom. All Marty could do was hold onto those strong, broad shoulders and go along for the ride as he was practically flipped over, tied to the husky, one leg being lifted up as CJ continued to have his way with him.

Every bent up form of sexual desire being released as CJ fucked his brains out.

The thickening warmth growing inside was the only real sign, outside the husky's growl, that he was coming. CJ didn't stop humping, didn't let go of Marty's leg as he filled him with his husky puppy batter. CJ howled as his length erupted with the sticky, warm fluid that soon coated and filled Marty's insides as the husky claimed him. Only at the end, when CJ collapsed over the human, did Marty know he was spent and drained of everything he had stored up after these two years apart.

CJ continued to pant against him, nuzzling underneath Marty's chin and licked against his neck. The husky gripped him tightly, rolling over onto his side and pulling Marty along with him in the process. Never letting the human go.

“Don't ever," CJ breathed out. He shook, shivered and Marty was sure the husky had just spurted another thick dose inside his rear. “Don't ever! Leave me behind again…" CJ started with a growl and ended with a whine. His tip still leaking inside the human as he held him close, shuddering and shivering every now and then.

“I…" Marty frowned at that, holding the husky's large head against his chest now. “I promise…" He just finished with as CJ finished inside him.

“I love you…" Neither of the two were sure who had said the words as they lay there, in each other arms. As they both felt it, in more ways than one, as they fell asleep in each other's arms…

“They do know we're still here, right?" Jeron was the one to bring up, the large Rottweiler looking at the two blissfully snuggling together, tied surely for the rest of the night. Then adjusted himself. “Going to rut hard tonight…"

Cayne just gave him a look. “You're sleeping outside…"

“Don't ruin this for me!" Jeron growled back as Scout and Marshal came in.

“What did we miss?" Marshal asked, out of breath himself. The tan fur Anatolian shepherd looked like a mess and Scout wasn't fairing any better.

“A lot. Where were you?" One of the dogs offered him popcorn from the show they had just watched.

“I had some… inspirations; I wanted to get out of my system." The large shepherd shrugged, looked around the room before spying Marty and CJ spooning in the corner. “Oh, there you two are!" He said loudly coming on over, butt naked and covered in his own sticky mess.

“Should we tell him?" Mitch asked. And the other dogs just shook their heads.

“Scoot over," Marshal said waking Marty up and getting the human to groggily look at him.

“Marshal? What? What time is it…?" Marty asked looking at CJ, then felt CJ twitch inside him. His whole face instantly turned red as the naked shepherd crawled into the bed behind him.

Marty could feel Marshal's plump sheath press against his rear, the very rear the husky was still tied too.

“Scoot over a little," Marshal grunted with a hump forcing the two over. CJ jumped with a start, rubbing an eye as he looked around before focusing on the shepherd.

“What I miss?" CJ just asked with a full face yawn to Marty who frowned, not wanting to know what a dog's uvula looked like.

“It's still raining." Marshal just shrugged before plopping down on the cushion, wrapping an arm around the two and hugging them close.

“Cool." And CJ lay down with Marty, nuzzling against the human.

“Dude, we're like and he's…" Marty tried to whisper to the husky, shaking him so CJ didn't just fall back asleep.

“It's just Marshal." CJ rolled his eyes and hugged the human as Scout came over to lie on their legs.

“Yeah, not like I haven't seen you naked yet." Marshal just tactlessly pointed out as he settled in for the night.

“Get used to it!" Someone shouted as Marty ducked his head back down between two furry, musky, sweaty chests as the dog's hugged him from both sides and he was lulled off into dreams of musky fields of tan and white fur.

And the four of them slept the storm away in a very strange, dog pile all their own with the husky still tied with his human.