Doggin' It - The Middle I
#3 of Doggin' It
Doggin' It II - The Middle
This story contains descriptions of graphic sexual contact between underage males, one of which is not human. If this is likely to disturb you, offend you, or otherwise generate unpleasant feelings, you'll probably not be serving your own best interest by reading further. If you, yourself, are under the age of 18, or it is otherwise illegal in your place of residence for you to view sexually explicit content, then you also should refrain from reading further. Comments to [WolfeByte](%5C).
I was walking home later one evening, having just finished a night out with my merry band of human friends. We met every so often for pizza, which meant it was a human-only affair - It didn't bother most my friends, since few of them had any significant friends among the 'sub-human' population. I, on the other hand, still felt a bit disappointed whenever I was doing something that my friend Rich couldn't, just because he was a Cani-human. And I was becoming more and more conflicted about such things as I became more and more fond of the time I spent with Rich. I felt free with him.
I noticed a car rolling up beside me, slowly, following.
"Hey, Miles! Miles!" I kept walking for a moment, before I realized I recognized the voice. I stopped and turned towards the car, which stopped. Rich had lowered the window and was grinning at me out the passenger side.
"Rich! Far out, dog!" I walked towards the car, "Nice car! Who's-?" Rich ducked back in his seat, and I looked in. A big German Shepherd Cani sat behind the wheel, looking at me with a friendly smile, "Oh! Hey." I said. My brilliance at conversation always startled me.
"Miles, meet Derek. Derek, meet Miles." I heard Rich say, at the same time I heard the power locks release.
"Hop in." Said Derek. I did.
I knew who Derek was, and had seen him around, how could I not? He was a sexy dog living in my neighborhood. Derek was in the Co-op highschool, two or three years older than Rich and I, so I kinda wondered what Rich was doing hanging out with him. There was a few minutes of silence, as Derek started driving again, and Rich kept glancing at Derek every so often, and then back at me.
"So... What's up, guys?" I asked, finally.
They responded at the same time: "Looking for you." Said Derek.
"Just cruisin'" Said Rich. He looked over at Derek.
"Me?"
"Yeah, Rich wanted to ask you something. Go ahead Rich." Derek glanced away from the road to give Rich a brief, meaning-filled glare.
"C'mon, Derek, not right now... You said - "
The big Shepherd cut him off, "Yeah, well you certainly said a lot of things...What's the big deal, now or later?"
Rich glanced back at me, looking both slightly ashamed and apologetic.
I started to clue in. I had been blowing Rich for 6 or 7 months by this point, every chance I could get. Every chance we could get. I had a feeling Rich's guileless nature would let the secret slip up eventually. "What'd you want to ask, Rich?"
Rich glanced at Derek again, who was scowling slightly at the road, and then looked back at me. His ears were laid back, and I knew if he wasn't sitting over it, his tail would be pressing against his rump, between his legs. "Yeah, me and Derek got talking about things... We've been talking a lot, actually, and... He goes to Eastwick High, we're we'll be going in September, and..."
Rich was always straightforward with me, but the presence of other people often made that open honesty hard to cough up. Derek's voice saved Rich anymore avoidance. "You got some time tonight, Miles? I figure you and Rich might want to hang out for awhile, have a few beers?"
"Beer? Where we gonna get that?" I asked. None of us were of age, and Cani-humans weren't even legally allowed to consume alcohol.
"It's in the trunk," Derek said, grinning as he drove, "And I got some weed too. If you guy's want to get high, I usually do that in the car."
Rich was eager to comply, and I agreed to try it so Derek pulled the car into the city cemetery, where he apparently frequently came to smoke, and had been heading to the whole time. When we stopped, Derek produced a pipe and a little baggy from some secreted place in the car, and started packing a bowl. He took the first hit, and passed off to Rich.
Rich tried to imitate the other Cani, and managed to even hold the smoke for at least half a second before starting to cough violently, trying to hack up whatever burning feeling was in his throat. Derek exhaled his lung full easily, blowing it at Rich, with a somewhat condescending smirk. "Waste of good weed, my man."
"Fuck you," Sputtered Rich, as he turned to shove the bowl and the lighter into my hands.
I looked at Derek questioningly, as Rich turned back to coughing, and searching between his feet for his Pepsi. The big Shepherd just nodded at me and chuckled, "Go ahead, Monkey-boy, it's not so bad. Just gotta take it easy." He reached over and pounded on Rich's back, as the poor Cani tried to drink, and sent him into a new fit of coughing.
I was doubtful, but Rich managed to stop coughing long enough to add his encouragement. I took a tentative puff, and it wasn't so harsh as I expected. Took more, and held it for a minute as both Cani's watched me intently, waiting for me to crack. I exhaled and coughed a couple times.
Rich glared at me. "And fuck you too, Monkey." He said, then grinned. "Guess you're just a better sucker than I."
We all laughed, and I wondered if Derek got the actual joke. I was surprised to feel a buzz right away from the pot, so didn't really care.
Rich's second attempt went much better, but when they offered it to me, I declined. My head was already floating, and I was pretty sure I'd stay pretty stoned just breathing their smoke. That thought had a certain intimacy to my mind just then, and I was feeling pretty aroused all of a sudden. Derek took another hit and then offered it back to me.
"No, man, you know... If you're trying to loosen me up, or Rich, or fuck, whatever, you don't have to. You could always just ask me what you guys wanted to ask..."
There was a pause. It seemed long, but when you're stoned, who can say. Rich took the bowl and tried to smoke more, but claimed it was done.
"Fuck that," Derek took it back and stabbed into the bowl to break it up some, "Naw, it's still good for a couple more..."
"C'mon, guys, out with it..."
"Fuck that," Derek says again, "I'm not bringing that shit up, until I'm way more fucked up than this. It's Rich's thing anyway."
"Thing?" I asked.
"Yeah, you know..."
"Rich?" I asked, and he blew his smoke at me. Tried to look ignorant and innocent.
"What?" He said, as if he had missed the whole conversation.
Another wait as they finished the bowl. I'm half convinced they're just fucking around. They sit and waited longer, then, every now and then looking at each other, or back at me. The only light from the digital clock on the dash lending a green glow to the hazy environment in the car. All very mellow.
"So, Like Rich was saying, we've been talking a lot lately..." Derek trailed off, looking at Rich.
"And?" I ask.
"He mentioned you, and stuff, and..."
I moved up behind Rich's seat and wrapped my arms around it, giving him and it a really exaggerated hug, "Well, yeah, we're like the BEST friends and shit..." Rich looked kinda uncomfortable again all of a sudden, and I didn't think it was because I had hugged him too hard. "He didn't like tell you any nasty shit about me did he?" I squeezed again, "Did you Rich, ol' buddy?"
Rich's ears were flat against his skull, and he looked like he was ready to curl into a ball and hide. "No, I - I..."
"He said you guys messed around and stuff." Derek said, looking kind of evasive himself.
Bingo. The dogs were getting all anxious about telling me that Rich had let the secret slip. I played along. "Mess around?" I asked, innocently, grinning at Derek. He didn't notice, too busy not looking at me. Did they seriously think I was going to trot off to a control unit, and have them shot?
"Umm, yeah, you know..." Derek said, not willing to vocalize the idea of human and Cani-human and sex into a single line.
I stretch my one hand down to Rich's crotch, and cupped his package gently, "Messed around how?" I asked, my hand moving up to feel along the Cani-human's sheath. "Like this?" The light material favored by the furred folks let me feel-up Rich with ease.
"Huh?" Derek looked at me, and then down towards my hand, as it slipped under the waistband of Rich's pants. He saw my hand move as I gripped Rich's sheath and pumped it around his cock inside. A cock that was quickly stiffening. "Whoa, fuck!" Said Derek. "You weren't lying, Rich? He's fucking strokin' ya?" Then to me, "You're fuckin' stroking a Cani?"
Rich and I nodded almost at the same time. "Let him see, Rich." I said.
"Fuck yeah, let me see!" Said Derek, as Rich shifted and pulled his pants down to free his straining cock, and my hand slipped up over his shaft, to squeeze gently. "God's, you're actually into Cani-guys and shit? Dude, wow..." He seemed inclined to disbelieve, even though my hand was working his Cani friend's cock right in front of him, and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it.
My own cock was rigid in the confinement of my jeans, the exhibitionism adding a new level of thrill to things. Seemed to work for Rich too, since his cock was rampant and ready in my hand, despite his still-evident nervousness.
"So, you actually suck him too?" Derek asked.
"Fuck, yeah, he does!" Rich answered for me, humping slightly into my hand, "Best mouth I ever felt!" Which wasn't saying much, but I still felt a warm flush at hearing it.
"Show me?" Said Derek.
"Uh..." I said, my ever clever brain working hard as usual.
"It'd be kinda awkward, in the car..." Said Rich, seeming reluctant, and I agreed.
"Is your place free?" Our new eager Cani friend asked.
My place almost always was, with my parents generally too busy making the world a better place to be home too much, and besides they had set up the basement of the house exclusively for me. On our less adventurous days, I'd had Rich's cock down my throat plenty of times, with my parent's watching the news above. Derek started the car, put it into gear. I shifted in my seat to get a better grip on Rich's slickening length, and he almost cried out, "Oh, fuck, don't stop, Miles... Please don't stop."
"I wasn't stopping, man, geeze... Relax!" I figured jerking the Cani off on the way to my place would be a thrill, but it also sounded like he wouldn't last that long. My own cock was hard as well, and uncomfortably confined in my jeans.
Derek slowly started making his way out of the cemetery grounds slowly, being easily distracted by the sight of my human hand pumping on Rich's pink Cani-cock. Rich moaned and started to hump gently in my grip, trying to make me hit all his pleasure spots all at once. "Fuck, Miles I'm gonna cum all over my shirt..."
Derek's gaze was locked on the action, his foot on the brake, "Shit, dude, you better not get that shit on my seats..."
I just kept stroking, oblivious to anyone's concerns, my mind focused on getting my best friend off as Derek watched. Listening to his breathing quicken, his cock pulsing in my hand. Rich was whimpering with need, and it was the hottest sound ever at that moment. Finally, he let out a grunt, and I felt his meat twitch and spasm in my grip, then felt the patter of semen drop on my hand. He kept whimpering after the grunt, trailing off as the rest of his cum was pumped out over my hand. I wished I could clean him up with my tongue.
"Fuck, that was awesome, you guys!" Derek apparently enjoyed the scene. I pulled my hand back around to the back, careful not to drip or rub the car's upholstery.
"You're telling me..." Said Rich, sounding vaguely exhausted and mellow again.
I licked my hand clean of my Cani-friend's warm seed, wondering what the rest of the night would bring.